Leia Organa Solo (yourhighnessnes) wrote in snapthread, @ 2020-03-08 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | leia organa, weiss schnee |
WHO: Leia Organa & Weiss Schnee
WHAT: Meeting, perhaps door venturing?
WHERE: The doors
WHEN: Midday, 7th of March.
Whilst more often than not, door adventures were planned events and more often as a form of ‘holiday’ or retreat from Starklandia - which would always, to Leia feel a rather stifling, and somewhat-too-small place to happily exist in. Some days, the Princess simply woke up restless, and decided on a whim she’d walk to the doors and see what they presented, not always a wise venture alone, but she would always bring along her lightsaber, and her blaster too - as well as a backpack with a few essentials. The doors could present danger as readily as they could offer the perfect escape and everyone was liable to be prepared for one or the other. Especially if they chose to randomly lock behind you - it seemed a one off, but predictability wasn't this world's strong suit.
Today, she was taking time to herself on her impromptu adventure - still she sent Galen a message so he’d know where she’d gotten to - and she’d likely let him know which doorway she had chosen too, just to be on the safe side, as one would were they going for a hike, or such; and also to avoid concern. With luck she’d happen upon a place she could pilfer a few supplies for the town, from.
When Leia arrived at the doors, she found a young woman contemplating which to go through, or so she assumed, by the look of her - it wasn’t difficult to tell new arrivals, if only because one became so accustomed to the same faces, day to day, at gatherings and parties - anyone even a few weeks in was very easy to spot. Some seemed to acclimatise rapidly, others weren’t immediately happy to be here at all. Leia had been in the latter camp, for a long time she’d so desperately wanted to go home - now she was on the verge of a year in this world. Things changed, no matter how you resisted them.
“Hello.” Leia greeted her with warmth, and a smile. “Trying to decide which to take?” She asked conversationally, attempting to gauge if she was interested in company, or even a little help at all. “It’s always a bit of a gamble, I’m afraid.”