Gia Riddell (neverfitin) wrote in watchers_rp, @ 2017-05-17 11:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 006/06 may, gia, priya |
Who: Gia and Priya
When: Afternoon
Where: Kingswood Markets
Gia truly didn't understand what all the fuss was about when it came to tournaments. Men sat on horses and knocked each other off or whapped at each other with swords. They did that during war as well, only no one gathered and cheered. She understand tournaments as well as she understood hunts; some of the very few things she'd never taken a real interest in. Instead of being grateful for that, her brother seemed to think it was another mark against her. Other ladies took interest or pretended to so that they could be chatted at about it. Gia wasn't one of them. As she'd told Ilario countless times, she had zero interest in being an interest to men and she wasn't about to change just because they happened to be in the capital.
She should've pointed out to him that Cuthwulf hardly seemed surprised. If the King all-but accepted her as she was, and was possibly amused by her, then what right did her brother have to tell her to behave differently?
She had half a mind to go and find that forge again, to see if Bethany was busy, but her feet took her in another direction as they so often did. Toying with a bracelet she'd purchased from a too-thin woman not long ago, Gia found herself wondering if she might be lucky enough to come across Elaine out here away from her husband, or if she had been dragged along on that hunt. She very much hoped for the later. "Excuse me," Gia said to the man behind the next stand. "Where might I find bottles of sand?" She had an idea.