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bigapplesauce2013-05-18 11:54 pm
aly_brighteyes) wrote in bigapplesauce2013-05-18 11:54 pm
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[CLOSED] Beware the Trickster's Choice
Aly waits in the Robing Pavilion for her mistress. She will have to dress Dove properly to go to one of the outdoor pavilions and then follow along to fan her so that she can be within earshot of important conversations. It shouldn't be very long now and so she tucks away her darking necklace but, as Aly turns to get out Dove's next gown, a cold wind passes over Aly's shoulders.
As she turns, Aly realizes that the landscape has changed significantly. Rather than the Gray Palace, she is in an open field more reminiscent of winter in Tortall than of anywhere in the Copper Isles. Nervous, she loosens the two knives at her wrists, even as she shivers and looks up to the sky hoping to invoke her patron god. "Kyprioth," she says in a sweet, quiet voice. "Explain yourself."
As she turns, Aly realizes that the landscape has changed significantly. Rather than the Gray Palace, she is in an open field more reminiscent of winter in Tortall than of anywhere in the Copper Isles. Nervous, she loosens the two knives at her wrists, even as she shivers and looks up to the sky hoping to invoke her patron god. "Kyprioth," she says in a sweet, quiet voice. "Explain yourself."