Arose licked her lips as she turned around, glancing briefly at Amerine. "Follow me, we're leaving. Now." she ground between clenched teeth, her silken cloak wrapped tightly around her bodice. She raised a hand to brush away a tangle of hemp-like hair.
Amerine followed, without complaint, as she raised her hood and covered her locks of fair chestnut coloured hair. One hand gripped the young girl's cloak, as she shivered against the cold wind that rose as though the earth's breath. She glanced back and sighed, removing her cloak and draping it over the young princess' shoulders who looked thankful if a bit embarassed. "Don't worry, I'm fine," the older woman answered as Amerine opened her mouth to speak. Her long black dress that she had recently changed into, billowed out in the wind and the lace-made sleeves opened into wide v's that descended towards her elbow.
Arose quietly marched down the deserted road, her eyes darting forth and back as she passed every intersection and it wasn't long before she spotted the hunched, dark figure approaching rapidly. She pushed the princess to her side, the girl letting out a small cry of surprise. The man looked up quickly, spotting them and instead bowing his head and continuing onwards.
"Stop!" she growled, and the man immediately halted his walk, though keeping his head bowed.
"Wha' is it, miss?" he asked as she arrived to stand before him.
"Where is it you're going?" she inquired, her tone polite in manner of inquiry.
"Jus' passin' through to go off home,"
"Where is it your coming from?"
"Lohsael's home, I just off-ed and delivered a message to 'im," the man replied.
Arose bit the inside of her cheek, "What was the message?"
"Can't say, I 'on't know," was his answer before he dipped his head as she stepped away to allow him to pass.
"Thank you, sir. Safe journey homeward bound," she farewelled, gripping Amerine's upper arm tightly as she steered them down another street.
A rough wind blew and Arose watched as her scarf flew from her shoulders and landed back in the midst of the street, but the distant neigh of a horse and squeal of a carriage brought her better than to return to get it. Arose sighed, she had liked that scarf - it was the one she'd worn during the masquarade ball when she'd danced with Lilin Lohsael.
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