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[bouchonne]

WHO: Byerly and Kitty and thou or even you
WHAT: Open post!! open post
WHEN: The month of KINGSWAY
WHERE: EVERYWHERE but mostly in Kirkwall and in the Gallows
NOTES: Warning: chatterboxes

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[coquettish_trees]

[ She is still looking at the sky, but a coy smile plays about her lips. ]

I did not say I was always ladylike.

[bouchonne]

[ Mournfully: ]

Ah. So they've tamed your wild spirit.

[coquettish_trees]

Oh, yes. I am the very ideal of a prim and proper lady now.

[ she says, soaking primly and properly in a public fountain now rather scandalously clad. ]

Enough men determinedly climbing on top of you and eventually they break you to the bit.

[ le sigh. ]

[bouchonne]

[ Byerly, who was kissing boys even in the days they knew each other, purses his lips and says: ]

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

But you're a very fine and lovely ox.

[coquettish_trees]

[ Amusedly: ]

Oxen are broken to the yoke, you backwoods simpleton.

I am an Orlesian palfrey; proud, beautiful, and exceptionally suited to pleasure riding.

[bouchonne]

But broken still. Dreadful thing.

[coquettish_trees]

You mourn me then? How romantic. Shall you have a ceremony to express your grief for the loss of my reckless youth?

[bouchonne]

I've been holding that ceremony for the past decade, my dear.

[coquettish_trees]

Since before you knew of it?

[ Or at least she assumes. It has, in fact, been over a decade since the series of events that prompted her to take her current path. ]

Romantic and terribly committed. I am profoundly affected.

[bouchonne]

[ He lifts his eyebrows at her. ]

Ma cherie, what makes you think I didn't know of you before I met you?

[coquettish_trees]

[ Thoughtful, then, as she continues to watch the sky: ]

Well then, do not mourn. Not she who struggles back despite all efforts. Rejoice. Or somesuch.

[bouchonne]

[ Thoughtfully in return: ]

Is that what she has done?

[coquettish_trees]

In love without overmuch consideration for the greater consequences thereof? I can only assume so.

[ it is said fondly, if with the shade of self-aware reproval. ]

[bouchonne]

Mm.

[ At that, Byerly sits up and raises himself from the water. His smile doesn't falter for even a moment. He looks cheerful and casual. ]

My lady, shall we dry ourselves off?

[coquettish_trees]

That seems a proper course of action.

[ The timing is noted. Apart from that, being soaked entirely through, Alexandrie is fairly sure that such a thing will not occur until she is home—whether that means the Asgard estate or the apartments. She raises her hand, holding the previously waved handkerchief in it. ]

You may use this, if you like.

[ it is as entirely soaked as the rest of her. ]

[bouchonne]

How kind you are, my dearest.

[ He takes it from her with a small, seated bow - and then immediately starts using it to scrub at his armpits. ]

[coquettish_trees]

Bien sûr, mon cher.

[ She watches him with a sort of indulgent amusement for a bit, then pushes herself up to sitting, and with a slight struggle—with all her petticoats she is nearly too waterlogged to get up—to standing as well, although it is only to turn and sit on the ledge so that she can pull her skirts up far enough so they are out of the water, gather them, and make an attempt at squeezing as much liquid out of them as possible. It is only marginally effective, but water pours from the fabric under her hands in any case.

She chuckles. ]

Ah, now I am truly a ‘de la Fontaine.’

[bouchonne]

Ah -

[ He leans over, his brows knitted together. ]

Ma cherie, there's water in your shoes. [ duh. ] You can't walk home like this.

[coquettish_trees]

[ she looks down at her feet, which are still entirely submerged, and gasps in exaggerated shock, her gloveless hand flying to press to her chest. ]

Mon dieu, so there is. You are right, I shall never be able to return home again.

[ she delicately “wipes a tear” from her eye, and then squares her shoulders with a look of pained resolution. ]

I shall try bravely to acclimate to my new home. Perhaps I shall become a siren and lure those who stroll this garden to their watery fates.

[ a heartfelt sigh of deep remorse. ]

If only there were another way.

[bouchonne]

Indeed. If only there were a brave and handsome man who would carry you there.

[coquettish_trees]

A fine thought! Shall I call one?

[ she smiles guilelessly—although her eyes sparkle above—and pulls at the necklace her crystal is on so that it dangles like a question in the air. ]

[bouchonne]

Ah, just so. Give a shriek, and see if one comes running.

[coquettish_trees]

[ she hoists the crystal, and bids it send him a private message. ]

Byerly, a villain pulled me into a fountain in the memorial garden and I am far too soaked to walk home. I know we have not seen each other in so very many years, but as you are both terribly brave and terribly handsome, may I beseech you to come and carry me home?

[ she turns it off with a sigh, and then remarks: ]

I do hope he receives the message, I think I am catching a chill.

[bouchonne]

Dear me. I hope so as well. Hm.

[ He fishes his crystal from his pocket, and then says into it: ]

Alexandrie, my darling, drown the fucker.

[coquettish_trees]

[ She tosses her head back and laughs gaily as her crystal shortly thereafter glows with the message, ]

Such language! Ah, but I fear our exceptionally uncouth mutual friend is correct. [ with extreme solemnity and the peeling off of her other glove: ] Since you have made a sopping mess of me, it is only natural that I respond so.

[ "So" being threading her fingers delicately through his hair, sighing ardently, and then attempting to dunk him face first into the water. ]