Jun 13, 2016
Dorian set the charcoal down and, with a sigh barely audible under the beating of wings, closed his journal. Watched the birds grow small in the grey sky.
“You scared them away,” he said lightly.
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Dorian set the charcoal down and, with a sigh barely audible under the beating of wings, closed his journal. Watched the birds grow small in the grey sky.
“You scared them away,” he said lightly.
“You may pet her.” Lavinia looked up from her work, putting together the harness for a caribou. The previous one sat beside her, torn and frayed at multiple points. The new one was made of dyed leather, and sported a few bells on here and there. It was a lovely thing -- something no-one would expect the ranger captain to ever possess. “She is tame, and knows not to bite.”
Sophia went from one shop to the booth just outside it, eyeing the wares. She wasn’t quite sure what it was she was shopping for, but she was sure she wanted to stay as far from the palace as possible today. She had caught a slight cold, and there was no shortage of handmaidens fretting over her day and night.
She hated being fretted over.
With the intention of taking as long as possible, Sophia looked over the leather pieces -- straps, books, belts, reins. With delicate hands, she lifted a piece that was harder to identify -- and promptly dropped it, at the feeling of someone bumping into her from behind. For an instant, she was near-blinded at the unexpected wave of magic flowing through her, but recovered quickly enough to turn to see who had hit her. There was no anger in her eyes, but she was a bit dizzy, making it impossible to pretend she was not unaffected by the bump.
“E--excuse me, um...” She trailed off awkwardly, still not sure if she should be speaking at all. "Do...d-do you need help with that?”
Looking up at the sky, Adrian watched the swirl of a flock of crows whirling in the air above a fishmonger’s stall. They fought and cawed at each other, tearing at fish innards. The sight of such a scene was familiar, yet he felt like he was looking at it with new eyes because he wasn’t focused on protecting Princess Sophia today. “Do you think the birds know when summer will finally return?” If it’ll return. Those were the unspoken words of the question, because Adrian was starting to doubt it ever would.
“Hey, you - just a moment, yeah?” Oliver looked over the nearest person, desperate for any ally in his haggling against an especially stubborn shopkeeper. “Don’t you think that these boots are no way worth that much? Could knock those down a few marks easy.”
She despised it - being dressed up like the Queen’s doll. Before her servitude, Dahlia enjoyed the sparkling jewels, golden chains, and colorful gowns she would see amongst the Southern Isles nobles. She had never coveted the materialistic world, as her temple had taught her material things were of no value in the afterlife, but like any girl she had dreamed of dressing nice for some festival where she would find her true love and dance until her feet were sore.
Sadly, with years of being shown off as a pretty thing with pretty accessories and pretty garments, Dahlia had become bitter towards the act. She would wait all day to go to her room and throw everything to the floor in piles of nonsense, before choosing a simple gown to spend the rest of her lone time in. Nowadays, the golden chains dripping off her frame weighed more like a slave’s chains than anything else.
She stepped along the market square in her blue and purple gown, feeling the waves of fabric sweep along the cold streets. Her guards trailed behind, watching over her as she inspected trinkets in each stand with her fingertips. Dahlia paused when a nerve trickled down her spine, and she figured it was because of her appearance, “Though I cannot see, I do feel your stare.”
"What do ee think?” Hermia asked the person beside her. “Do wee lassies want ‘eavy coats ‘r new booties fer their birthdays?” She held a baby-sized coat in her hands now, but she also held no experience with getting children proper gifts for the holidays. It had to be something special, and Hermia wanted to get the most special of items.
If she could only figure out what that was.