And this predicament is pure coincidence Who: Sabine and Briar What: An interrupted night stroll When: December 1924 Where: Outskirts of Glynn Rating: Status: In Progress
Briar had gone straight once she arrived in Glynn(in terms of the law). Aside from the fact that she lied about her country of origin, her name (preferring Briar Maeve to her full name for her employer), her accent, why she was there, ah. Well. Misinformation didn’t count anyway. She hadn’t stolen since she got on the train. Other than a few purses and pieces of jewelry, and truly, they were asking for it. Out of boredom she had played up the Clovennian heiress, adopting her sister’s name and wide eyed innocence with a story about rendezvousing with her brother to help look after his children with his wife while he conducted business in Aurelle.
It was just detailed enough that the other Clovennians on the train bought it and tutted over her loyalty to her family while being too distracted by giving out advice to see her rolling her eyes when they glanced elsewhere. Or her hands sneaking into their bags.
But now, now she was definitely going straight. No law breaking. There were perfectly legal reasons for her taking a quiet, moonlit stroll through the outskirts of Glynn. Like walking off the nerves of her starting a new job the next day, though Briar had never had the good sense to have nerves in her life. The fact that knowing her living area; the best hiding places for things and people, the types of homes, the best route to run if one were being chased and where trouble could be found, was a perk of taking a stroll was of little consequence. Truly. It was chilly, but she kept a well made proper Aurelle blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she walked, something she was already growing fond of and had purchased her first day in town. Briar had been all too eager to pawn off her Clovennian finery in favor of Aurelle clothes befitting her new town and economic class. Besides, though she found their strong Faith more amusing than anything else and definitely an easy exploitation target, the bits of it that had been woven into her blanket were elegant in a way she liked.
If she were doing any of sort of shifty things it would be of little benefit anyway, this place was so quiet and so far removed she was hardly sure what to do with herself. Other than serve drinks, apparently.