Juliette Coulombe (clearyourmind) wrote in emillion, |
Morning training successfully completed, Juliette stopped off at home to change her clothing. Lunch was laid out, courtesy of Ms. Han, but she didn’t stop to eat -- Ridley would be expecting her within the hour, and she had no doubt there would be plenty of Ordalian food at the festival. The house was quiet as she quickly shed her training tunic and pants, exchanged them for something similar but of slightly finer make. Was Alys out? Perhaps at the festival? But… no. Her coat had hung on the hook by the door when Juliette had entered the house, and it was too cold to go without, wasn’t it? Alys’ bedroom door was closed. Just beside it, Mercutio was making short work of ravaging something that was almost as white and fluffy as he was. “What is that?” Juliette asked him -- as if the puppy could understand her -- before she realized. With a gasp, she wrestled the moogle doll away (what was left of it -- its pompom had been ripped off entirely, as had one button eye; an arm hung limply attached by a few threads, and the stuffing spilled out). “No!” she exclaimed, her distress making her tone firm. The puppy did not look impressed. Oh, what would Alys think? And that reminded her -- the door before her, still closed despite the late hour, was an anomaly. What if Alys was sick again? What if -- She knocked, perhaps with a bit more urgency than the situation warranted, still not comfortable enough to simply walk in uninvited. Audrey hadn’t left her room. Her last action had been kicking the puppy outside, enticing him with the moogle doll she held no more affection towards before throwing herself in bed to drown in her own self-pity. Her leg hung off her bed, and her face hid itself in between pillows. The knock was heard clearly, but while Aud wanted to ignore it, it was her sister’s voice that made her respond. “What?” At least Alys was well enough to respond, and awake -- Juliette opened the door, torn-up doll in hand, to behold… Alys, still in her pajamas, facedown on the bed. Doll temporarily forgotten, Juliette rushed to her sister’s bedside. “Are you all right?” Audrey only sighed when she heard the door open, and immediately rolled over as soon as she felt her sister’s eyes on her. Sitting up, she tilted her head looking at her with raised brows as her eyes dropped to the doll before glancing back at the younger girl. “I’m fine. And you?” |