Belle is a (bookishprincess) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-06-01 00:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2019 june, ~40 points, ~~belle (bookishprincess), ~~john wick (johnwick), ~~llewellyn cornick (sinfullydevious) |
Who: Belle and Open
What: Arrival
When: Evening
Where: Main Street
Warnings: Likely low, though mention of injury
Status: Open, In Progress
Notes: She speaks French, i'm just lazy, but she knows English.
She'd left the castle behind, clinging to Philippe, confident in her ability to ride through anything. His steady hoof beats soothed her soul, things were complicated and she wasn't comfortable. She wanted to be home with her father. She even vowed to try not to complain so much about how provincial life was. She'd wanted adventure! Now she slightly regretted it.
The sound of wolves had her fingers tightening in his mane, wrapping the coarse hair tightly around them. The sound sent shivers down her spine, they were large sounding and she had no weapons. For once she had not planned something out well. That knowledge grated on her a little.
So absorbed in her flight from the castle and wolves was she that she didn't immediately realize she wasn't in the snow covered words anymore until a large, metal contraption made a noise at her mount. Philippe, normally of sound mind, freaked out at the car, turning on his haunches and rearing up.
Belle lost her grip and went tumbling from his back, a crack followed her landing, her left wrist protesting the rough landing. She rolled, cradling it even as she reached for his reins. Old French spilled from her lips, "Be easy, it is okay, I have you." she murmured as he stood by his mistress, eyes wide.