|lilliofthenight (lilliofthenight) wrote in thebattleage,|
@ 2011-04-20 16:32:00
|Entry tags:||! complete, (thread), lillie tharelle, sydni tethviel|
Thread: A Lesson in Unfriendliness
Who: Lillian Tharelle, Sydni Tethviel
Where: The Tournament at Vigil's Keep
When: 1 Solis, 9:45 (Morning)
Summary: Lillie is just looking for some breakfast before she goes to watch Jill perform in the archery competition. She runs into an unfriendly elf.
Rating: PG (Subject to change)
It was not too early, perhaps about nine o'clock but Lillie wished she'd waken earlier to have a meal at the inn or something. Because now her stomach was sorely unhappy with her. She hadn't slept a great deal the night before, and may have slept in if she could have. But she was excited about the coming competition, about the tournament and seeing all the different wares and entertainment that would be gathered here.
So when she reached the Keep she decided the first thing to do would be to seek out a vendor for something to eat. The bakery had sent someone out, for she could smell the fresh pastries drifting through the air. Her stomach growled slightly and Lillie blushed, ducking through the crowd to locate the cart where it had originated from. She found it had a long line already and debated upon waiting in it. She still had plenty of time before she had to go and find a seat to watch the archery contest from. So she decided to stay and got into the end of the line.
There were people of all sizes and shapes around her, people who were obviously Fereldan, and she spied more than a couple of Orlesian nobles, their noses turned up at the masses as they moved in towards the Keep itself. It had Lillie hiding a smile as she rolled her eyes. She had no doubt there'd be more than a few nobles turning out for the event. Even those from foreign lands who did little but complain and belittle Ferelden would come, of course continuing to complain all the while.
The line slowly inched forward and Lillie tucked her hands into the pockets of her dress. She'd chosen to wear the green cotton one she'd tucked away. It was a bit more daring of a cut than most Fereldans would wear, baring her shoulders. The sleeves were cropped and short and the skirt fell to about mid-calf. Something which she was glad of when she slogged through the dirt and mud that could be common here after a summer storm. She could hear the sounds of the crowd in the distance and figured opening ceremonies must be in full swing. She tapped her foot idly as she waited for the line to move forward so that she could get her food.