Decisions, decisions
Nov 21, 2013 11:06:57 GMT -5
Post by Lady Belinda Lancaster on Nov 21, 2013 11:06:57 GMT -5
Triadon? Or what was left of the Festival? Decisions, decisions...
Belinda Lancaster twirled in front of a large, floor-length mirror located conveniently in her father’s house’s entrance hall and corrected the hat on her head, before doffing it entirely, as she considered her options. Both seemed like good places to be in, what with rumored return of Princess Emmaline and her ladies, as well as some of the courtiers, to Triadon and her dear Aunt still spending her time at the Festival, along with majority of royal household and Lancaster family members. Granted, the time spent with the Princess and her ladies would be a way of gaining insight into the current situation at Court and some notice with the nobles present there, but so would the one spent at the Festival, and she caught the note that foreign delegates were there, as well, which raised her curiosity. Of course she knew there were other countries, but knowing about it and seeing their representatives in person were two different things, and it made the second option of travel all the more appealing.
So was her dress. A lovely lavender creation made for travel, it sat on her just right, showing her off in the best possible way, but the hat ruined the entire image. “The Festival it shall be,” she announced her decision and scowled in direction of that ridiculous hat. Really, whose bright idea it was to let her purchase it while it was sitting in the shop? “I’ll be able to let you know where they will go next, so you can join me if I’m to follow them along,” she added, gracefully turning to face her younger sister Christine, who was watching her from the stairs with what looked like thinly veiled amusement on her face. “I’ll be able to get noticed there sooner than in Triadon, that’s for sure. It's where everything seems to be happening right now.” Appraising herself in the mirror once again, Belinda twisted this way and that, admiring the way the skirts flared out around her legs as she moved, for a moment forgetting what she was doing in view of her own self reflected in the mirror.
“If you plan on making it to the Festival, you best get moving, sister dear, or it’ll move places without you,” Christine’s teasing voice managed to tear her attention away from the mirror and recall why she was in the entrance hallway in the first place. Ah yes, the journey to Lake Trilliad was about to commence for her and her escort, some of whom were going to return home and come back with some members of her family when they could do so. Right now, too, it looked like everyone was waiting for her, expressions varying from amusement, like Christine's, to exasperation, like those already seated upon their horses and waiting to move out.
How typical, everyone waiting for me, as well they should. Giving her sister a half-annoyed scowl, half-cheerful wave, Belinda allowed herself to be helped out of the house and into a carriage, and was soon enough on her way. It was time to see if there was anything she could do about the current situation, or at least, position she could gain. Surely, she wasn’t forgotten so quickly from her last visit? She was about to find out whether it was so or not once she arrived at the current location of the Court.
Belinda Lancaster twirled in front of a large, floor-length mirror located conveniently in her father’s house’s entrance hall and corrected the hat on her head, before doffing it entirely, as she considered her options. Both seemed like good places to be in, what with rumored return of Princess Emmaline and her ladies, as well as some of the courtiers, to Triadon and her dear Aunt still spending her time at the Festival, along with majority of royal household and Lancaster family members. Granted, the time spent with the Princess and her ladies would be a way of gaining insight into the current situation at Court and some notice with the nobles present there, but so would the one spent at the Festival, and she caught the note that foreign delegates were there, as well, which raised her curiosity. Of course she knew there were other countries, but knowing about it and seeing their representatives in person were two different things, and it made the second option of travel all the more appealing.
So was her dress. A lovely lavender creation made for travel, it sat on her just right, showing her off in the best possible way, but the hat ruined the entire image. “The Festival it shall be,” she announced her decision and scowled in direction of that ridiculous hat. Really, whose bright idea it was to let her purchase it while it was sitting in the shop? “I’ll be able to let you know where they will go next, so you can join me if I’m to follow them along,” she added, gracefully turning to face her younger sister Christine, who was watching her from the stairs with what looked like thinly veiled amusement on her face. “I’ll be able to get noticed there sooner than in Triadon, that’s for sure. It's where everything seems to be happening right now.” Appraising herself in the mirror once again, Belinda twisted this way and that, admiring the way the skirts flared out around her legs as she moved, for a moment forgetting what she was doing in view of her own self reflected in the mirror.
“If you plan on making it to the Festival, you best get moving, sister dear, or it’ll move places without you,” Christine’s teasing voice managed to tear her attention away from the mirror and recall why she was in the entrance hallway in the first place. Ah yes, the journey to Lake Trilliad was about to commence for her and her escort, some of whom were going to return home and come back with some members of her family when they could do so. Right now, too, it looked like everyone was waiting for her, expressions varying from amusement, like Christine's, to exasperation, like those already seated upon their horses and waiting to move out.
How typical, everyone waiting for me, as well they should. Giving her sister a half-annoyed scowl, half-cheerful wave, Belinda allowed herself to be helped out of the house and into a carriage, and was soon enough on her way. It was time to see if there was anything she could do about the current situation, or at least, position she could gain. Surely, she wasn’t forgotten so quickly from her last visit? She was about to find out whether it was so or not once she arrived at the current location of the Court.