Who: Kyra, Oswald? When: Day 47 late morning Where: Red Keep. around the Tyrell family chambers in general Rating: R Status: Open
Mark was off exploring. Again. Kyra wanted to join him but Osmund had had that fit over whether she was in love with the poor squire and although she was sure her hysterical laughter had quelled that she didn't want to push it just yet. So she was in the windowseat, placidly working at embroidery. She might go riding with Jemni later at least, and that was something. Her goodsister was probably around... Kyra wrinkled her nose in distaste at the flower she was working on and began unravelling it. That one was so bloody dull and always about the children this and the children that and good gods it was little wonder Oswald hadn't pushed her off the parapets years ago. Not that that one would ever do anything half so interesting. She sighed. Maybe she should ask Osmund if he wanted to go hunting. Their hunts were so stupidly boring but at least it would be something.
Maybe someone else would be killed. That might be good. The castle was ever so much more fun when everyone was scared out of their minds. It was funny watching all the ladies have fainting spells and turn pale with anguish. It nearly made her goodsister entertaining... for about a second.
There was a noise and Kyra didn't look up from her work. A glimpse of a familiar figure was all that was needed. Osmund. So he hadn't had the grace to break his neck on a jump or be mauled by peasants. Damn. "Good morning, my lord. Did you have an enjoyable ride?" she asked sweetly.