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.

[ Here and happy to wildcard too; send ideas~ ]

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[coquettish_trees]

[ Alexandrie hums in her own satisfaction, gained via the transitive power of near-sisterhood, and raises her glass to mime a toast. ]

Such fortune! Why did you not? [ Clarification: ] Stay.

[ She imagines she could guess, but she is asking anyway, in case the answer has pieces of truth that need to see the air. ]

[elegiaque]

Oh—

( there are good reasons. ordinary, guessable, obvious: )

Well, the point was to discreetly return to my room, where all of my things were,

( except, of course, if the point was — and it was — discretion with regard to what she had spent her night doing (prior), emerging hair askew in last night's dress from stephen strange's bedroom would have been a neat cover for any other reasons she might have been sneaking about. a ready made explanation. useful, if she'd made use of it, except, of course, )

and, I don't know, maybe he was being polite.

( there it is. girl. )