@lorene-dairson | What a Welcome
The tide that took her out, Reinite decided, was not some prank by a long-long-long distant cousin (her father's family still confused her - what little he spoke of to her). It was not by some Mage's doing. It was not by the moon's own doing - it had been Noon when she had set out on her walk.
It was a cruel, vile, vicious prank by some Sea God she must have pissed off. Had to be it.
Why else would she be in... in...
Oh, by the seas, this wasn't anywhere Reinite knew. Her own body's response to the surroundings now made absolutely more sense. The weird weight in her head that made it feel like she wasn't walking at all straight. Was this what others called seasickness? She'd never been seasick a day in her life before!
But the nausea checked out, the way Reinite's head seemed to pulse if she moved too fast to look at anything. At first, she almost missed it. Bright blue and silver, though, was hard to miss. Not after she had been in a whole entire Keep that was covered in the colors. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes.
"Maybe I'm so sick I'm hallucinating."
Yes, that had to be the rational thought. There was absolutely no way she was in front of the Second Prince of Mongol. She left that country months ago after the stunt she pulled at the charity Ball. This absolutely was a cruel, vile, vicious - and now she could add sick to the growing list of descriptors - joke.
She thought to turn away and amble herself somewhere to sit and rest, but the minute Reinite turned - she dry heaved. She turned too fast, and that was not muffled in time.
Well shit.
