[ Quick steps mark the rhythm of Mara's steps, each one the exact same length, pace regular, practiced even. The true stamp of a military trained warrior is her stance and her walk, and Marasia Nel is the standard young girls use to measure themselves. She walks alone through the streets, people moving away respectfully, yet not fearfully; the Lady Wolf might be lethal at times, but the common man also knows her kinder, softer side. She walks alone, because as she eloquently told the Queen, if a royal guard cannot protect themselves, then she is not fit to protect the Queen.
Home comes up the corner, the ancient Nel house, large and imposing, but to her a place of warmth and childhood memories. She's on leave today, mainly because the Queen indicated that if she saw Mara hovering behind her like an overly attentive hound for any longer she would go insane. Get some rest, girl, had been her words, and Mara was quick to obey. It's not as if she doesn't miss her siblings and parents, anyway. The large doors part to let her in, an old servant of the house already there to pick up her coat.
A flight of stairs later and Mara reaches Misha's door. Is she even in there? Only as she reaches out to knock does Mara stop to think that maybe, just maybe she should have let her younger sister know about this visit. Then again, it wouldn't be a surprise visit if she had. Still, if Misha isn't there, she would go out and find her.
Making up her mind, Mara knocks three times, quickly, as she has always knocked on her sister's door. ]
THIS IS SO LONG AGO BUT like idk i am here anyway love me pls
( misha's day's are typically very full - even now there are still lessons to be learned. if it's not educational classes, it's etiquette, if it's not etiquette it's practice for the offertory. there's a lot to be done, and the mood of the house has changed in the last few weeks, like everyone is all too aware that the days are running out. misha has been groomed for this from the moment she was born, but it still feels like there's not enough time.
she's consumed in a book on this particular day, lying flat on her bed with the heavy thing in front of her. her mother would surely despair if she saw the sight, but misha has been making some notes in the margins - there's a lot to learn of the political history she's about to become a part of. when the knock comes however, the process is abandoned immediately. there's a quick flurry of movement and the heavy thunk of the book hitting the floor, and then all of a sudden the door jerks open. )
Mara! ( like it or not, she's about to be thrown into a tight embrace. misha doesn't give any warning, of course, just throws her arms around her sister's neck and drags her in tight. ) Oh, I've missed you.
Styra had a proposition for us. Ora only wants to make it halfway through, so they'll stay out of our way so long as we stay out of theirs. We work as a separate team, and you'll have less to worry about. Should I make the deal?
What do you think of it? Styra and Ora are good people, if we can avoid coming up against them in the offertory I'd be very happy. As long as you think it's a good idea, I'd like that deal.
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some time before this whole offertory nonsense
Home comes up the corner, the ancient Nel house, large and imposing, but to her a place of warmth and childhood memories. She's on leave today, mainly because the Queen indicated that if she saw Mara hovering behind her like an overly attentive hound for any longer she would go insane. Get some rest, girl, had been her words, and Mara was quick to obey. It's not as if she doesn't miss her siblings and parents, anyway. The large doors part to let her in, an old servant of the house already there to pick up her coat.
A flight of stairs later and Mara reaches Misha's door. Is she even in there? Only as she reaches out to knock does Mara stop to think that maybe, just maybe she should have let her younger sister know about this visit. Then again, it wouldn't be a surprise visit if she had. Still, if Misha isn't there, she would go out and find her.
Making up her mind, Mara knocks three times, quickly, as she has always knocked on her sister's door. ]
THIS IS SO LONG AGO BUT like idk i am here anyway love me pls
she's consumed in a book on this particular day, lying flat on her bed with the heavy thing in front of her. her mother would surely despair if she saw the sight, but misha has been making some notes in the margins - there's a lot to learn of the political history she's about to become a part of. when the knock comes however, the process is abandoned immediately. there's a quick flurry of movement and the heavy thunk of the book hitting the floor, and then all of a sudden the door jerks open. )
Mara! ( like it or not, she's about to be thrown into a tight embrace. misha doesn't give any warning, of course, just throws her arms around her sister's neck and drags her in tight. ) Oh, I've missed you.
( like that wasn't obvious. )
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Should I make the deal?
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