OTA | And She Was

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Alexandrie, et al
WHAT: Slice of life and catch-up catch-all!
WHEN: Mostly now~
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Adding as I go! ♥

The Lady Alexandrie's return to Kirkwall society is not so much a splash as a gentle slip into the water; for a long while, she was gone. Then, of a sudden, she isn't. She resumes her patterns with little fuss: goes to the theatre, frequents the Hightown market, can be found again in good weather wherever there is a good vantage point to paint the sea, the gloves she wears to shield her fingers from the cold doing little to hinder her practiced brushstrokes.

She does not come yet to the Gallows, but does go often to the docks, and anyone wearing Riftwatch colours may well find themselves the object of the lady's benign scrutiny. Perhaps she's vaguely recognizable from someone's reminiscence. Perhaps she's just another member of the Orlesian gentry being a bit nosy. Either way, she is here.

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[untiltheyarent]

"It certainly has a character of its own," Fifi agrees, looking thoughtfully out over the water-- the water on which, not so long ago, she and Wysteria were trapped and subsequently saved by a strapping new Rifter before a giant red lyrium infused turtle could make off with them.
What a day.

"Managing an estate must be dull in comparison." She sounds surprised by how sincerely she means that.

[coquettish_trees]

"It is," Alexandrie confirms, amusedly.

"It has its own challenges and eccentricities, but they are all..." she waves her hand, searching for a way to describe that strong difference between trouble and Trouble. Finally she settles on "There was not a single magical artifact, restless spirit, or rampaging demon.

"Mm," she pauses, holds up a finger to correct herself, "unless you count the bull that got so bored it consumed half of a fence post and was loose doing mischief for an entire month. I should be forever in awe of how a three ton creature could evade capture so readily save that I maintain it was being aided by every farmer with an as yet unbred—" Alexandrie cuts herself off, perhaps finally hearing herself, and laughs.

"I fear I have become accordingly dull."

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi smiles in spite of herself; it wasn't so terribly long ago that livestock problems were her problems, albeit on a different level.

"In times like these," she assures her, delicately friendly, "sometimes you just want to hear about a bull."