Event Sixteen.

[awashmods]

Pity the poor step-sister those big feet she’ll never stuff in a size-six sonnet, her flesh so fulsome the slipper seems effete, unworthy of the labor spent on it.

t's yet another day in which a bunch of characters ended up in the bottom of the well. That sucks. Of course, when you get up and start heading over to see if they're getting out of the well okay... you might find that it's a lot harder than expected. Thanks to that new ball gown, or the rags you've been put in, or your new coat of fur, or the puppets, trying to drag you right into a totally different adventure. You're the one starring in a fairy tale now, and it's not an easy life to live. It's just a little distracting, probably. But don't forget the poor newbies at the bottom of the well, standing in freezing cold water (and don't worry, the puppets will go down into the well to grab you too). Welcome to Awash's sixteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

Comments

d.

[nascere]

[ Noctis, as it turns out, would actually recognise this girl anywhere. Crowe has a distinctive face and even if the confection of diamonds and pearls are wildly out of place with her, he can still discern her in a crowd.

Which, of course, makes his heart skip a beat -- he hadn't actually thought that he would see a familiar face here. Slowing his pace, he struggles -- and fails -- not to look stunned. ]

Uh -- Crowe... right?

AAA

[allfornothing]

[ ... and any trace of irritation leaves Crowe's expression as she stands at full attention in front of the Crown Prince of Lucis. Who was going to also be leaving Insomnia...

But they aren't in Insomnia, are they. ]

Crowe Altius. Your Highness.

[ What... wait, what. ]

[nascere]

[ okay, well now -- this is... Noctis hasn't actually heard from the glaives after Insomnia had fallen, and not that he could blame them for it. Most of the glaive were from the territories Lucis had ceded, and Noctis still smarts from the fact that his father hadn't warned anyone about what was going to happen in Insomnia. At least, as far as he knows. ]

Um. Just Noct would do.

[ Noctis nods briefly at her, mustering a small smile. Strained, but still. ]

Anyone told you about this place yet?

[allfornothing]

[ Crowe's lips press into a line, but after a sharp breath, she nods slowly.It's not that she can't call him that, but she knows she should not. The strain in the smile isn't helping at all - something is going on and she's not sure what. ]

I'll try.

And... I've gathered bits and pieces. It's...

[ She looks down on herself. ]

Unexpected.