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Lady Reyne Mordha ([info]heldbytheblade) wrote in [info]watchers_rp,
If Reyne had ever bothered to stop and wonder how so many lords and ladies got their affairs set in order over even a short journey, she now knew. It was the conversation brought about due to travelling by carriage... A thought that flitted across her mind and vanished as quickly as the question of whether she and Liona had ever actually talked so much. That her attention was stolen to continue a line of conversation was not entirely lost on her.

"If he is not careful your father may end up leaving Elkwood with twin fiends in tow." Whether Tanis or Medeia would actually wish to go was not a detail she had any interest in. They were eleven, what could they possibly know? "They are more legitimate than not," Reyne defended. Though it was her own pride complaining of the illegitimacy, not the girls'. "I may be unmarried but the name is mine to give them." Which was why so many seemed to take them at face value. Because bastards simply did not carry the family name. Really, Ardghal was not that foreign.

Brows knitting in confusion, Reyne's head tilted. "I remember your birth, I would be impressed if it was before your ti--" Her gaze rolled round the carriage interior as something clicked into place in her head. What had Lady Analeigh called her? Aurelia. "You spent the first few years of your life referring to me as 'Rae' or 'Ow'," she reflected. "You could not say my real name. I forget how your mother learned it." Then at some point the odd syllables had turned into the name she wore now. She could not put her finger on when that happened either. Damned inconvenient. But speaking of Analeigh: "Styin..." The name felt strange to say and jarred the dusty shelves of Reyne's mental library. "I was around for her debut." Which meant someone had died an untimely death, but that was just par for the course. She refrained from now stating the obvious fact that Liona did indeed look like her mother, then paused. "Her actual debut." Because naturally, it should seem obvious that Analeigh may have had a second pseudo-debut -- why would that not make perfect sense?

"As a general rule, I avoid meeting too many people for good reason. Unless they're to die." Reyne could not claim to be squeamish either, she was positively brazen and did not care if their driver heard. Though she had placed an illusion of a silent carriage on them hours ago, and frankly, he ought to have checked by now to see they were truly still alive. "It is certainly why I am here. I think I may actually be excited." Which was another reason the driver needed to hurry.


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