Tag: myrallewellyn

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The tiny blonde hid behind the screens in the powder room as she heard someone coming. She peered around the side when the door opened, and breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Myra! I… the fasteners on this dress are too stiff for me to do up behind me on my own. Help, please?’ She was half in a ball gown, probably borrowed from Rose, but currently topless because of her difficulties.

“I hear Myra tried to bribe you into saying that some of your jewelry is made by her ‘silver’ hair strands. I call dolyak dung. Her hair is gray.”

myrallewellyn:

adriwynofkryta:

A flash of white teeth and a toss of her raven-dyed tresses accompanied her surprised giggle. She started shaking her head in denial as she regained enough control of herself to speak. ‘No, she ain’ asked no such thin’. I’d be… real s’prised by bribery as such from ‘er, anyways – but no.’

“It’s SILVER!”

‘Tha’, too – but I figgered the slight to y’ honour mattered more.’

“I hear Myra tried to bribe you into saying that some of your jewelry is made by her ‘silver’ hair strands. I call dolyak dung. Her hair is gray.”

A flash of white teeth and a toss of her raven-dyed tresses accompanied her surprised giggle. She started shaking her head in denial as she regained enough control of herself to speak. ‘No, she ain’ asked no such thin’. I’d be… real s’prised by bribery as such from ‘er, anyways – but no.’

Flower.

(( I hope this was about the ✿ thing, and not some other prompt I’ve forgotten about…. Also, I’m trying to spare people too much of her idiolect in “wall of text” type situations, so this is more like how her thoughts sound in her head to her. ))

A thought about them that they’d never share:
After all this time, she still scares me – and I’m not sure why.

First impression of them:
(( It was in Fort Salma, so…. ))
I don’t know what history there is between Lux and her, so I’ll reserve judgment – though she does seem pretty decent for a Guard. Maybe there’s hope the organisation isn’t totally corrupt after all.

Favorite thing about them:
Her loyalty – once given. And, of course, she doesn’t give it easily – and shouldn’t.

Least favorite thing about them:
I don’t like how I’m so on edge around her, even though she’s trying to be friendly.

Hopes for their future relationship:
I hope we continue to be friends – and that I can get over being so nervous around her.

Myra turned a little, unsure as to whether or not she should approach the silvery-haired Adriwyn. After a brief moment of contemplation, Myra carefully clanked her way over, to settle at her side. Her eyes turned towards her as she asked, lips tugging into a faint smile. “We’ve never really spoken — it’s a little impolite of me to disregard you, as such.” Myra paused, and then offered forth easily, “…How are you? Ehm. I know it’s not the most interesting topic, but… a start?”

The waif watched a bit nervously as the Ministry Guard lieutenant approached.  No matter that Myra was practically one of the Roses, someone who grew up as a gutter-snipe was just never going to be comfortable around anything to do with the Ministry.  Besides, even with what appeared to be such a casual and non-threatening approach, that was someone in heavy armour approaching a tiny former street-rat.  The mass difference alone was enough to keep her watchful.

When the lieutenant sat down by her, Adriwyn found herself both curious and a little more nervous.  The manner of the other woman’s smile reduced her nervousness almost immediately, however, it vanished in a giggle when Myra finished making her conversational gambit.

With a warm smile belying the content of her words, the tow-headed waif replied, ‘I’s doin’ purty good f’ someone whose friends an’ swee’earts ‘as been turnin’ up dead or severely injured. An’ y’s righ’, it at leas’ be a start.  So, ‘ow’s you?’