PolikShadowbliss
Raptor Shapeshifter
Anya Redford
Anya was busy admiring the rugged towers of Harrendel coming into view that she was a little shellshocked when the carriage suddenly come to a halt and her mistress made her way quickly out of the carriage as if it smelled of vivid rancor and she longed to be rid of it. Anya had long since learned not to take offence when she did that. After a moment of letting her Mistress prep herself up, Anya followed after her, her legs screaming in delight as they finally were allowed to move outside of that cramped space. The place was packed with many banners and bannermen making camp outside the Harrendel castle where the weddings were soon to take place. The weddings that she still had grave misgivings for, but she had long learned not to trust her feelings. Like her feelings right now when she stood beside her Mistress, watching her in all her glory, her red hair glistening in the sun - she didn't trust those feelings either. She exchanged a few words to her steward before looking over her shoulder at her and saying
"Feel free to explore, as you do best. But do keep things on the quiet, and don't get into any business that isn't yours to begin with. Do you hear? Find me later."
"Yes, milady." She replied back dutifully though she wasn't sure Cionia heard as she was already off. When her lady took her leave, Anya grew listless and a little paranoid. She looked around the bannermen and was suddenly made aware of the lack of protection she suddenly had, but then reassured herself that she was safe and she started gallivanting off in the grand castle. And indeed it was grand and a little terrifying to behold. Anya heard the legends and found herself repeating them to herself as she walked around. She felt almost like a real ghost prowling the halls of Harrendel, passing through crowds and people without them so much as giving her a single glance, all too well. She was clearly just a handmaiden after all, her clothes dictated as such. And the Lords and Ladies travelling here had no use talking to a mere handmaiden. That suited her just fine. It was better from her experience not to get noticed. You get noticed, you get punished. A fact that she had learnt from the many abuses of her own father and brothers. Speaking of which, her father, Lord Robert Redford was surely here, entertaining the King, alongside her Mistress. So she made the choice to avoid the Grand Hall, where most of the Lords and Ladies were awaiting, and instead focused primarily on the outskirts. If there were any plots, they would surely be happening away from the Grand Hall, amid whispered conversations. Not that she suspected to actually hear anything worthwhile.
Anya was busy admiring the rugged towers of Harrendel coming into view that she was a little shellshocked when the carriage suddenly come to a halt and her mistress made her way quickly out of the carriage as if it smelled of vivid rancor and she longed to be rid of it. Anya had long since learned not to take offence when she did that. After a moment of letting her Mistress prep herself up, Anya followed after her, her legs screaming in delight as they finally were allowed to move outside of that cramped space. The place was packed with many banners and bannermen making camp outside the Harrendel castle where the weddings were soon to take place. The weddings that she still had grave misgivings for, but she had long learned not to trust her feelings. Like her feelings right now when she stood beside her Mistress, watching her in all her glory, her red hair glistening in the sun - she didn't trust those feelings either. She exchanged a few words to her steward before looking over her shoulder at her and saying
"Feel free to explore, as you do best. But do keep things on the quiet, and don't get into any business that isn't yours to begin with. Do you hear? Find me later."
"Yes, milady." She replied back dutifully though she wasn't sure Cionia heard as she was already off. When her lady took her leave, Anya grew listless and a little paranoid. She looked around the bannermen and was suddenly made aware of the lack of protection she suddenly had, but then reassured herself that she was safe and she started gallivanting off in the grand castle. And indeed it was grand and a little terrifying to behold. Anya heard the legends and found herself repeating them to herself as she walked around. She felt almost like a real ghost prowling the halls of Harrendel, passing through crowds and people without them so much as giving her a single glance, all too well. She was clearly just a handmaiden after all, her clothes dictated as such. And the Lords and Ladies travelling here had no use talking to a mere handmaiden. That suited her just fine. It was better from her experience not to get noticed. You get noticed, you get punished. A fact that she had learnt from the many abuses of her own father and brothers. Speaking of which, her father, Lord Robert Redford was surely here, entertaining the King, alongside her Mistress. So she made the choice to avoid the Grand Hall, where most of the Lords and Ladies were awaiting, and instead focused primarily on the outskirts. If there were any plots, they would surely be happening away from the Grand Hall, amid whispered conversations. Not that she suspected to actually hear anything worthwhile.