Hylian
Princess Buzzkill Cockblock
Has made 18 posts.
Joined in October 2013
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Post by LAUREL HYRULE on Oct 27, 2013 22:57:40 GMT
Laurel Hyrule
It really was so cold here! They’d told Laurel about it, of course, and she hadn’t doubted it, but somehow actually being here and feeling it made it all the more unnerving. When these sorts of imbalances happened – these little, subtle problems that didn’t seem so bad, but were odd all the same—worse things almost always followed. And honestly, the princess didn’t like the look of this. But then, she was extremely paranoid. No denying that much. It was amazing the things she could dream up sometimes. She was there with other soldiers and Einnashe, all of them battle-ready despite the fact that they really had no reason at this point to assume that they would be battling anything. Laurel herself was dressed down a bit for exactly that reason. She’d refused to wear a dress, but not because she had anything against them. It was just that it was too damn cold for that and she had plenty of nice things that wouldn’t turn her legs to popsickle sticks. The resulting outfit was a pair of black slacks, a nice warm jacket with the family’s insignia sewn into it, and a belt to house her swords. But really, at this point, they didn’t have enough information to know how they could be of assistance. She looked to Einna, who was - as always - by her side. "What do you make of this, Lady Einnashe?" She asked. "Because I'm at a loss."
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Hylian
Princess Buzzkill Cockblock
Has made 18 posts.
Joined in October 2013
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Post by LAUREL HYRULE on Oct 27, 2013 22:42:49 GMT
Laurel Hyrule
Laurel was not as daring as her mother. Try as she might, she did not have the confidence to behave as brazenly as Blodwen’s daughter ought to have been – she was, for the most part, lawful to a fault. Now, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but at times she did feel as if it made her…distant. That was something she had no right to be. And so, taking a page from her mother’s book, Laurel would occasionally break her normally rigid internal code and go out among her people without Einnashe, or her uncle, or anyone to accompany her. She never strayed far. The point wasn’t to escape anything or upset anyone, just to interact with the world on a more personal level than she was used to. It could be so easy when living as luxurious a lifestyle as she lived to forget about those who lived differently. That, and she didn’t much like relying on others’ interpretations in places where she could just as easily use her own eyes. She was thorough that way. Or…paranoid. One of the two – and she liked to think the former. The princess was out and about now looking the very opposite of princess-ish. Her long brown hair was tied up at the back of her head, but instead of her usual neat braid, there was just a messy ribbon to hold it in place. She was wearing pants for the first time in what felt like a good long while – a recent onslaught of social events had forced her into almost a week of pure fanciness –and a plain white shirt. It was true what her mother said – if no one told her what to wear, she’d leave the house dressed like a farmer’s son. Today certainly wasn’t supposed to be exciting. It was just a walk. She wanted to see the town and then go back without incident. Laurel certainly didn’t expect to find what she found when she rounded the corner. It was a man. Honestly, at first, she’d mistaken him for a woman. He spoke, but she couldn’t hear him over the sound of her mother’s convoy. That had to be her mother – she didn’t know of anyone else besides herself that could be passing through at this time, let alone under their banner. As much as she loved her mother, she very rarely knew what the woman was up to. Today, it seemed that the commotion had drawn attention away from this poor fellow. The poor fellow was bleeding. He has a knife in him – he looked half dead! She had seen this before on many a battlefield, but in the streets of this place? No, she would not stand for it! Usually, whenever she ventured outside, she tried to avoid getting so close to a citizen that they would be able to recognize her face. Today, she didn’t care. They’d likely mistaken her mother’s convoy for hers anyway – they’d not expect her to be here. “Shh. It’s alright. I’ve got you.” She said quickly, kneeling down beside the man to better inspect the wound. It wasn’t something she could heal, but she knew who could. All that mattered was that he not die on her! “I need you to stay awake. Look at me. I’ll get someone to help!”
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Hylian
Princess Buzzkill Cockblock
Has made 18 posts.
Joined in October 2013
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Post by LAUREL HYRULE on Oct 27, 2013 6:59:01 GMT
Laurel, Ziil, Amaliarina, and Malacai are still here!
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