Closed | Ladies Adventuring League #1

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Evie, Freddie, Lexie, Gwen, Sonia, Wysteria
WHAT: Genteel ladies on their Nancy Drew + Tomb Raider + Babysitter's Club + Booze game
WHEN: Early Harvestmere
WHERE: A small ruin an hour's ride from Kirkwall
NOTES: Rated PG13 for some scenes of mild peril and rough unladylike language

One morning, it had been generally agreed upon that Kirkwall was a dour place that really could not be looked upon anymore that day lest a terrible ennui descend upon every single pair of delicately sloped shoulders.

And so, after a brief council, it was decided that a ride into the countryside for a picnic in the lovely crisp air was precisely what was called for. Baskets packed by servants, horses saddled by stableboys—or, in the case of the intrepid, by themselves—a procession of ladies departed the town in search of somewhere properly picturesque to spread themselves out and enjoy the day outside the grey walls.

Being as all are daring and fancy-free, the road is soon abandoned for the grassy low hills of the area, and it is at the top of one of these that a small and curiosity-piquing half-structure of stone is sighted, low enough between two hills that setting themselves up within it would save them from even having to see Kirkwall on the horizon. Besides, dear Freddie likes ruins, does she not? What lucky circumstance!

And so, the horses are tied in a small grove nearby, the blankets spread within the shelter of the ruin, the light repast unpacked, and perhaps most importantly, the wine poured. It promises to be precisely the kind of excursion that had been called for.

Comments

[bouclier]

Lexie always liked dressing up as me more than I liked dressing up as her.

[ Evie adds in from where she stands with her horse, feeding him one of the apples from their picnic and scratching him under his chin. ]

We haven't switched places as adults in quite some time. I don't know if we could pull it off any longer.

[heirring]

Oh I'm certain you could. Take myself for example - the way you do your hair and the style of your clothes is so very different that I'm not sure I fully recognized how exactly you duplicate one another until this very moment. I'm certain if you emulated the other's dress and way of speaking that no one would be the wiser. Not for some time anyway. I guarantee you could get away with it.

[Which is, frankly, a delightful idea in her book.] Really, you should at least try it and see what happens. If I had a twin sister, I would insist on trading places constantly.

[coquettish_trees]

[ Lexie sits up, pulling her hat to her breast excitedly before replacing it—with some minute adjustment—back on her head. ]

Oh, Evie, let us be each other for Satinalia! Do say yes. I shall even promise not to kiss anyone.