Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 21:42:42 GMT -5
Anneliese did not sleep much or well the night after the initial meeting with Princess Mariette to discuss the region's present situation and to begin laying the groundwork for the next Duke. Unable to turn her mind off, her thoughts chased sleep away, tumbling over themselves without necessarily reaching any kind of a conclusion. Chagrined and frustrated by her inability to wring clarity (or consistency) from her mind, the Vann lady took her walking stick and carefully picked her way down the steps to venture outside.
Hoping the chilly air would bring her some much needed silence of mind, Anneliese could not shake her thoughts from following one particular rabbit down its proverbial hole, though she did not seem to reach its end. There was little to no reason for her mind to pursue that trail, nothing to suggest there was legitimacy to them yet she could not turn away from them. Were she to voice those thoughts aloud, she suspected she'd be viewed as paranoid at best, a conspiracy theorist who saw shadows behind every tree at worst. Neither were attractive labels that she desired to wear.
The wind had a definite bite to it, one that did not penetrate the thick, lined cloak she wore. Anneliese was born of Vasile and knew the vagaries of its weather, how to dress for it accordingly. Gloves protected her hands, especially the one gripping the handle of her walking stick. She could not traverse far without its support. Hoping to find a bench on which she could sit and continue to reflect, Anne rounded the corner and saw a bench, but more, saw a figure already perched on it - one that was more than somewhat familiar to her. And just the one she'd hoped to encounter. If anyone could tell her whether or not her thoughts held any validity, it was he.
Coming closer, she spoke softly to avoid startling him. "Everett?"
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Everett Price