emily roland | temeraire (idealises) wrote in valloic, |
Emily had been in the apartment that her mother was keeping in London, staring at the wardrobe that hung her dresses as they had yet to attend another party celebrating the defeat of Napoleon and the end of the war. Frankly, she had been sick of them since before the first one had finished. Roland, had always been to much like her mother in that regard, neither of them really enjoyed the social scene that ladies would expect to endure though her mother had become more involved since becoming an Admiral (in order to recruit Ladies which she did think was quite clever). Thankfully, because most of the people at this sort of do were aware of the women Aviators, she could get away with wearing her uniform, though it would have to be her dress uniform. While she wasn't fond of it, she much preferred it to having to having to dress up all ladylike.
Moving through her closet, she was looking for it when suddenly a strange sensation washed over her. Blinking, she shook her head to clear the sensation then stilled. This wasn't her mother's apartment, it wasn't even London. Surrounding her was a lush green forest one that she didn't recognise from the little she could see of it. She heard noise coming from behind her, her hand automatically dropping to where her sword would hang if she had it on her, except of course she hadn't.
As she started to spin around, she heard his voice, and immediately relaxed. "Captain Sir!" She exclaimed, as she turned to face Laurence. "Where are we?" she asked looking around. He wasn't dressed how she was used to, and he seemed more... Relaxed maybe? It was hard to tell in this situation.