WHO: Alexandrie, Athessa, Bastien, Barrow, Derrica, Nell, and Poesia WHAT: A Very Riftwatch Summer Vacation WHEN: Late Solace WHERE: Churneau, Occupied Orlais NOTES: Violence cw etc. Bunch of details here.
Her head inclines courteously accompanied by a graceful—if a little weighted with weariness—flourish of her hand; an invitation to the road.
"To your comfort then." She tucks one foot behind the other, managing somehow to be prim in only a chemise, in a peasant's cart that bumps along the road. "My spotless virtue thanks you for your kind consideration."
She could say it with a straight face... but she'll let Barrow see her lips twitch up impishly anyway.
He hops down, and it nearly debilitates him, but this moment of anguish is better than hours of being tossed around in the cart. He looks up with an equally tired but impish, appreciative glint in his eye as he temporarily gets farther away.
She'd join him, but it's more fun to make a show of smoothing her "skirts" before raising a hand and wiggling her fingers in a cheeky 'farewell' as the cart outpaces him for a bit.
The effect is slightly ruined by one of the back wheels hitting a stone and jolting the wagon such that she emits a surprised squeak and has to catch herself. A moment later, she's laughing quietly behind her hand.
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"To your comfort then." She tucks one foot behind the other, managing somehow to be prim in only a chemise, in a peasant's cart that bumps along the road. "My spotless virtue thanks you for your kind consideration."
She could say it with a straight face... but she'll let Barrow see her lips twitch up impishly anyway.
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The effect is slightly ruined by one of the back wheels hitting a stone and jolting the wagon such that she emits a surprised squeak and has to catch herself. A moment later, she's laughing quietly behind her hand.