Lady Khala Chakrabarti (sarcasticbite) wrote in watchers_rp, @ 2017-05-03 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 004/04 may, freja, khala |
Who: Khala & Freja
Where: The joust, possibly seats of honor nearby Princess Rona
When: Noon
Khala settled down right beside her dearest cousin Freja, with whom she had spent precious little time since her arrival to Arcadie. She was wearing a dress allusive to the theme, though perhaps a bit provocative. It had, after all, a bodice made of iron like any armor, and pieces of chainmail that lined the underside of her skirts. It had been intentionally commissioned for this day, and any other day where games of war that did not allow women to participate were fought.
She climbed up onto the wooden stage that housed all the royals and many nobles and proceeded to find herself a seat next to Freja, shooing some other member of Rona's entourage to do so. There was a pouch draped across her chest like a tiny satchel, and before Khala said anything, she took it off and handed it to her cousin. Inside there would be a flask engraved with Freja's initials and containing the hardest liquor Khala had managed to procure. "I suspect by now you are in dire need of one of these."
She looked around at the excited populace, the few men who trained in full view of the audience like peacocks displaying versus one-another as though there wouldn't be enough of that to go around, and rolled her eyes. "So who are the participants? Anyone interesting?"