[Lucinda had left the lodge after Weir. To say that being in proximity to one another was rather awkward after the two forest incidents and the following revelations is... An understatement. But the medium was set in her decision to leave as soon as possible.
During the days leading up to the festival, she would go out into town each morning and help with preparations wherever extra hands were needed. Only casually would Lucy ask about when the merchants would leave and how long it would take to reach the capital using their route. If that gave the villagers any hint about what she was going to do, most of them were too polite to ask why she was curious.
Working amongst the Vale's residents lifts her mood somewhat. Their cheerful and friendly attitudes have a way of rubbing off of Lucinda who tends to slide the opposite if she was alone with her thoughts for too long, even with her familiar's constant presence. As if sensing her persistent melancholy, some of the women who were putting the finishing touches on the textiles, dresses, and tunics, dyed with Sapphire blue, pull Lucinda when she arrives in town, excited to use her as a model...
It's hard to miss Lucinda with her raven black hair, loosely tied back and decorated with a few Sapphire flowers and even more surprisingly, dressed in a blue gown, embroidered with small blossoms. The sheer sleeves display Feather and the bolder inked flowers and patterns on Lucy's arms and Flora would always be hard to ignore, especially with the pinks of the peonies contrasting with the blues.
Currently, she's holding out her arm as the seamstress clicks her tongue as she adjusts with some extra thread.]
"Oh Miss Lucinda, if only your arms weren't so busy with paint! You'd look more like a dream... Not that this dress still isn't very flattering on you!"
[Lucy chuckles, shaking her head.]
I'd feel more naked without the ink, believe me.
"If you say so... Oh!"
[oops, hi weir, the seamstress is waving to the huntsman eagerly.]
"Weir! Come over here! Take a look at what we did to your guest!"
[Lucy glances over... She waves casually to Weir. Today's a festival so she isn't going to let him make her mood drop.]
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During the days leading up to the festival, she would go out into town each morning and help with preparations wherever extra hands were needed. Only casually would Lucy ask about when the merchants would leave and how long it would take to reach the capital using their route. If that gave the villagers any hint about what she was going to do, most of them were too polite to ask why she was curious.
Working amongst the Vale's residents lifts her mood somewhat. Their cheerful and friendly attitudes have a way of rubbing off of Lucinda who tends to slide the opposite if she was alone with her thoughts for too long, even with her familiar's constant presence. As if sensing her persistent melancholy, some of the women who were putting the finishing touches on the textiles, dresses, and tunics, dyed with Sapphire blue, pull Lucinda when she arrives in town, excited to use her as a model...
It's hard to miss Lucinda with her raven black hair, loosely tied back and decorated with a few Sapphire flowers and even more surprisingly, dressed in a blue gown, embroidered with small blossoms. The sheer sleeves display Feather and the bolder inked flowers and patterns on Lucy's arms and Flora would always be hard to ignore, especially with the pinks of the peonies contrasting with the blues.
Currently, she's holding out her arm as the seamstress clicks her tongue as she adjusts with some extra thread.]
"Oh Miss Lucinda, if only your arms weren't so busy with paint! You'd look more like a dream... Not that this dress still isn't very flattering on you!"
[Lucy chuckles, shaking her head.]
I'd feel more naked without the ink, believe me.
"If you say so... Oh!"
[oops, hi weir, the seamstress is waving to the huntsman eagerly.]
"Weir! Come over here! Take a look at what we did to your guest!"
[Lucy glances over... She waves casually to Weir. Today's a festival so she isn't going to let him make her mood drop.]