alais (alais) wrote in agos, @ 2008-08-10 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | alais arryn, arys arryn, elia martell |
Who: Alais Arryn and OPEN
When: Day 22, afternoon/evening.
Where: The Red Keep -- stable-yard, to be exact.
Rating: Oh, probably PG at worst.
Status: Open.
It was one of those quick, vicious summer storms which one stumbled upon at the most inopportune times. Of course, the sky had been cloudy all day, but no one had expected it to rain, especially not particularly hard. It had begun with a few droplets, then torrents of water raining from the bursting heaven, drenching anyone unfortunate enough to be out in the streets without a cover.
And, per usual, Alais had been one such of those unfortunate people. She had been out looking for Myrish lace to send to her mother, who had been barraging her with letters to send her the best fabrics to be found in King’s Landing, when she had felt the first sprinkles, and then, the deluge which followed. By the time she had returned to the Red Keep, she was completely soaked through, her cloak and gown sopping and her hair clinging to her head and shoulders.
There was a large slap of heavy, wet fabric as she dismounted from her horse in the stable-yard. The guards which had accompanied her did the same, dispersing as she tried to maneuver in the sodden mantle, tripping over the helm.
“Oh, bloody seven hells,” She cursed to herself; already, the sun had come out, as if the storm had never happened, any clouds which had lingered dissipating in the heat. Again, she stumbled, this time colliding into an object distinctly human-shaped.
“I’m terribly sorry,” Alais said with cool indifference and not sounding truly sorry at all, standing upright to see who she had quite literally run into.