Annabelle Lee Curry (fourteen_) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-11-24 12:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, annabelle curry, ranulf ilyien |
hail to the queen! (open, or narrative. feel free to jump in if it makes sense to!)
Annabelle blinked.
She'd been... well, she'd been sitting in her room on the ship, drawing, and now...
Now she was standing next to a woman in full, sweeping skirts, made of a rich gold tapestry-looking fabric. There were people in armor walking with them, and they made their way down the hall of what looked like a castle.
Annabelle stopped walking for a moment to take it all in, feeling her heart start to race. She clasped her hands, pleased to feel that her ring was still on her hand, though it seemed she was dressed much differently, too. She didn't have a skirt; she had pants, black ones, and tall brown boots that were very soft, and she had a fitted bodice with a white shirt underneath, with billowing sleeves. The shirt's length covered her like a short tunic. Her hair was back and it was obviously pinned and styled--she could feel the pins.
She scrambled to catch up, sure that if she didn't, something bad would happen.
"Come now," the woman in the dress said, and now Annabelle could see she wore a gold crown. "Do keep up. What good is a bodyguard if she's not beside my person?"
Annabelle felt her face get pale. All of her blood seemed to be going into those soft brown boots now.