LOCATION: maritzberg manor. STATUS: closed for @siggsofsins !
clement had mentioned how many doors down he was from her room, but isolde had been too distracted taking in the interior of the manor to remember the exact number he had told her. she’s kind of regretting that now, as all the doors kind of look the same. in the end, she picks a door a random, figuring that if it’s not clement’s room then she’ll just apologise and leave. in hindsight, she probably should have knocked first, instead of just barging into the room, but what’s done is done and she finds herself suddenly looking into the eyes of a half-naked blond man who looks vaguely familiar.
‘ sorry ! ’ she blurts automatically, averting her eyes as the man finishes getting dressed. ‘ siggs, right ? ’ isolde remembers him; there had been a time when he and clement had seemed rather close, and even though she’d never really spoken too much to him then, maybe this is a chance for her to change that. ‘ you’re from here, yes ? clem might have mentioned it, ’ she says, an attempt to make conversation even as her gaze remains trained on the floor at her feet, ‘ hey, maybe you can give me a tour of the city ! ’