It was a rare good day in the Frost estate.
The family were busy entertaining guests which in turn distracted Bastien, focusing on charming them with his sickening facade. Siora could be summoned at a moment's notice, but it would take someone time to track her down. He wouldn’t though, then he’d have to explain to his father why the songstress was spouting a back eye.
The luxury of lowering her guard for a time had Siora settled, deciding to sit out on one of the rooftops of the estate to enjoy the fine day while tending her other wounds. A pot of ointment lay to one side, a few soiled rags piled next to clean ones while Siora spread a spatula across the wound along a lower leg. Another punishment for not being quick enough on her reflexes. Her other leg had favoured better, only gaining a smattering of bruising but the gash required attention.
Nearby was a secluded balcony, space for some pots of decorative plants and the chair Siora had used to reach her spot. Earlier that morning she’d managed to smuggle in a note, tucked away carefully into Leena’s apron, urging her to come find her if duties spared her. Their moments together were always like this. Stolen, quickly arranged when opportunity arose like this week's events.
When the door creaked open, Siora would let a moment pass before letting out a familiar tune their mother sang to them as children.
@Leena Craynore
The family were busy entertaining guests which in turn distracted Bastien, focusing on charming them with his sickening facade. Siora could be summoned at a moment's notice, but it would take someone time to track her down. He wouldn’t though, then he’d have to explain to his father why the songstress was spouting a back eye.
The luxury of lowering her guard for a time had Siora settled, deciding to sit out on one of the rooftops of the estate to enjoy the fine day while tending her other wounds. A pot of ointment lay to one side, a few soiled rags piled next to clean ones while Siora spread a spatula across the wound along a lower leg. Another punishment for not being quick enough on her reflexes. Her other leg had favoured better, only gaining a smattering of bruising but the gash required attention.
Nearby was a secluded balcony, space for some pots of decorative plants and the chair Siora had used to reach her spot. Earlier that morning she’d managed to smuggle in a note, tucked away carefully into Leena’s apron, urging her to come find her if duties spared her. Their moments together were always like this. Stolen, quickly arranged when opportunity arose like this week's events.
When the door creaked open, Siora would let a moment pass before letting out a familiar tune their mother sang to them as children.
@Leena Craynore
06-12-2024, 01:43 PM
