[She had no intention of lingering in the halls of the other court, with or without the Queen's blessing. The brewing war was growing closer and closer, it wasn't safe. She needed to return to I Othrann-in-Heneb, a bag casually slung over her shoulder - clad in riding clothes. She's so focused on getting back to her horse that she almost misses the familiar face she'd been longing to see in her months here.
Looking up as she moves down the hall, her breath catches in her throat when she sees him. It's almost as though roots have sprung up from the ground holding her in place, keeping her from throwing herself into his arms.]
the wildest of cards
Looking up as she moves down the hall, her breath catches in her throat when she sees him. It's almost as though roots have sprung up from the ground holding her in place, keeping her from throwing herself into his arms.]
Ada...?