cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-09-07 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, quenten delacreaux, ridley irving |
Who: Quenten & Ridley
What: Girls being girls. Shopping, gossip, taking each others' minds off reality.
Where: The Bazaar
When: Around eleven in the morning
Rating: Disney tame
Status: In progress
That morning, Ridley had woken up feeling-- numb, for lack of a better word. Her mood had been no different than it'd been the day before. On Thursday, she had been looking forward to hearing from Quen about her exam and reading her new books -- one, a bestiary with sketched images in colour, the other a history volume of famous mages across Ivalice -- so she'd walked the Tenements with a bounce in her step, but misfortune had found her at the hands of a mugger. Had Mister Wilde not intervened, what might have happened?
The alternative set her stomach turning, and she'd turned to Lysa for a quick brush of her nose through soft fur.
Her meeting at eleven with Quen had gone smoothly, despite her forced smile and hesitance in taking her friend's arm. Muggings weren't abnormal to her. But when her last brush with death had come at the end of an equally sharp, dirty blade? It shook her. When the two of them took their leave from the Tower, she finally succumbed to needing comfort and slipped an arm through Quen's.