Royal Gradens

[Lady Aslinn Draconis]

The weather was not by any means pleasing, blustery in fact. Clouds decorated y skies that threatened rain, and yet held off. Aslinn paced about in the garden. No mind for what the chill in the air. In fact her body did not response to it. It was as if she was immune to the elements. Of course it was more so, mind or matter. The world about her did not seem to register anything. Aslinn’s thoughts were preoccupied by thoughts that she had tried so long to hold back from. The heavy scent of rain hung in the hair. The weather seemed to match her mood as she continued her stroll.

She would gather the hem of her gown in order to move about easier. Such rich finery she was dressed in this day. Though she thought black was far more suiting for her mood. The back of her hand was drawn across her cheek to devoid it of fresh tears. Her eyes were red and puffy due to her tears. Her long dark locks were drawn back into a loose braid that traveled down the length of her back. She wore no robes at this time for she was not far from the castle walls should it start to rain.

Her dark sapphire orbs raise toward the heavens. Between her fingers she twists about the stem of a white flower. Balis favorite. Her gaze drops as yet another tear is shed for her departed sibling.

[Chael de la Courcel]

It was very strange to be so far away from home, and yet, so very close. He had Joscelin here, his cousin, whom loved he loved, but Chael suspected that his cousin was wounded by the fact that Chael's uncle, the king of their land, had sent him to check in on Joscelin. Chael didn't exactly blame him for that though. Joscelin had never had a need to be checked upon before, and yet, things had changed. His uncle had suspicions that Joscelin was straying in a way...that he needed to be reminded of his duties, which Chael had done gently so upon his arrival. Now, though, Chael had time to wander about Camelot's holdings since his eventful arrival.

It was a lovely land in its own way albeit very different from his homeland. Chael did like it in a way. It was a prospering court with many faces of various ages. Yet, there were a few things Chael hadn't expected and one of which was a lady of high birth shedding tears in the royal gardens. When he did find her, Chael only frowned at the sight of her and furrowed his brow as he huddled underneath is cloak and approached. He watched from afar but not for long.

"My lady, it's far too cold out here, is it not? Mayhap you would like to come inside with me...? I can lend an ear," Chael offered. Yet, he kept his distance in a respectful manner.