Loch & Juliette
Juliette’s head was obviously still in the clouds – how else to explain tripping over her own two feet? She was fairly graceful in movement as a rule (socially was another story), so this sort of thing wasn’t common. The plate was a loss – she realized it would break as she began to fall. Her arms were already braced for impact – head in the clouds or not, all fighters needed to know how to fall without injury, even fighters in needless ruffles – when suddenly someone caught her.
She blinked up at the woman with surprise as she heard the plate shatter. Liveried servants were already rushing in to clean up the mess – not that there was much of a mess, with the meager selection of food she had made – as she answered, “Yes… madam.” The form of address eluded her for a moment, for the woman did not resemble a my lady, but she thought this one safe enough. One of Alys’ guildmates, perhaps? “Thank you.”