May 11: a conversation Who: Elia, Iris When: May 11, late morning Where: Elia's chambers Rating: PG-13 or higher, depending on their mood? Status: ask before joining
She had changed into a loose morning gown and the jeweled roses sat at her side rather than on her head but Elia looked anything but rested. Elia rubbed her eyes, and closed them before looking in the mirror again. The same reflection stared back at her. She sighed and turned away as one of her maids announced a guest. She'd asked Iris to come, although she didn't know precisely why. She was pretending it was for a new gown- she would be needing one soon- but the foreignness of her was also reassuring right now. Someone who wasn't a Martell or a Targaryen or a Lannister or a Tully and didn't much care who was who was... a refreshing change.