Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 7:26:47 GMT -5
"Oh, no -- no, no --" Antoinette murmured softly to herself, the distress in her voice kept soft, and low; the repetitive muttering almost child-like in her gentle tones -- reminiscent of small distresses, years past.
It would be a rather unceremonious way to find the Princess Royal; crouched deftly on stone floor, careful to avoid pressing her knees to the cold ground; the wispy, garnet-hued skirts of her dress splayed around her, forming a small cove of fabric within which Antoinette's golden head, braided into a knot, was bowed; looking the part of the fallen fairy. But her nimble fingers darted this way and that over the stone slabs, heedless of the dirt they were collecting on her otherwise pale hands, miming like a blind woman as she searched; interrupting any lovely tableau she might have created, remaining still.
Just moments before, Antoinette had had something else entirely different in mind -- headed with purpose down this corridor, an outdoor, covered passageway from one wing to another; sheltering her from the mid-morning drizzle, providing a sure step without having to move through the lawns. But that destination, and those plans, had briefly flitted from her mind; when she felt the tell-tale familiar weight of the bracelet around her left wrist suddenly evaporate; accompanying with it, the sudden, gentle sound of clattering beads; stones falling to the ground in a lovely cascade of pearlescent color.
So now the Princess Royal was attempting to gather her lost pieces, a small crease on her delicate forehead; unawares of the noises around her, save the soft patter of rain and her own scraping fingers.
@amoradeveruax
[OOC: A good way for Amora and Antoinette to run into one another!]
It would be a rather unceremonious way to find the Princess Royal; crouched deftly on stone floor, careful to avoid pressing her knees to the cold ground; the wispy, garnet-hued skirts of her dress splayed around her, forming a small cove of fabric within which Antoinette's golden head, braided into a knot, was bowed; looking the part of the fallen fairy. But her nimble fingers darted this way and that over the stone slabs, heedless of the dirt they were collecting on her otherwise pale hands, miming like a blind woman as she searched; interrupting any lovely tableau she might have created, remaining still.
Just moments before, Antoinette had had something else entirely different in mind -- headed with purpose down this corridor, an outdoor, covered passageway from one wing to another; sheltering her from the mid-morning drizzle, providing a sure step without having to move through the lawns. But that destination, and those plans, had briefly flitted from her mind; when she felt the tell-tale familiar weight of the bracelet around her left wrist suddenly evaporate; accompanying with it, the sudden, gentle sound of clattering beads; stones falling to the ground in a lovely cascade of pearlescent color.
So now the Princess Royal was attempting to gather her lost pieces, a small crease on her delicate forehead; unawares of the noises around her, save the soft patter of rain and her own scraping fingers.
@amoradeveruax
[OOC: A good way for Amora and Antoinette to run into one another!]