cutfrommarble (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cutfrommarble) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} watchers_rp,@ 2017-04-16 15:50:00 |
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When: Late afternoon
Where: The Drunken Rooster
One day down, an infinite number of days to follow. The feast at Elkwood the night before hadn't been too bad. People were eager to eat, drink and socialize, and they did all three with vigor and dedication. When Iagan informed her at breakfast that there would be another feast in the great hall that evening, Pyrrha had sighed, but promised her brother she would be there, if only to placate him so they wouldn't start the day fighting. It would happen eventually, she knew. In Empyrean, they had plenty to do and plenty of space. It was different in Arcadie, and they were expected to put up a united front around the other nobles. Pyrrha had never been very adept at hiding her dislike for Iagan, or her contempt for nobility, despite being nobility herself. It was a difficult situation she found herself in.
Thankfully, she found she was enjoying the city, even if it didn't hold a candle to Elysia, in her mind. Most of the people she met were lovely and humorous, and after asking one of the fish merchants, Pyrrha made her way to a tavern called The Drunken Rooster. It was there she sat with a pint of ale, happy to be around people she did not have to bow to, or smile for. Although she was smiling. People there were relaxed, or drunk, and the drink would help loosen her up and prepare her for yet another feast in the Royal's presence.