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Aug. 28th, 2015 09:59 amA few weeks have passed since Alanna was last in Milliways. Happy weeks full of the relaxation and relative quiet that comes with warm weather, when most members of the court return to their homes outside the city. George watches Alanna and Jon with thoughtful looks, but for the most part everything is as it always was, and the trio has had many an entertaining night at the Dancing Dove.
Alanna is happy.
She arrives in the Bar with half a mind to find Carol so she can report that everyone -- by which she means Jon and George -- is behaving with respect and honor, but it's Brienne she sees first. Brienne, to whom she had promised to tell the truth the next time they crossed paths. Alanna hesitates, because years of caution are hard to overcome, but remembers what she'd just thought about Jon, George, and honor. She will act honorably and keep to her word. Even if it's hard.
Alanna waits until she catches Brienne's eye and gestures to the back door with a smile, then exits. She doesn't wait to see if the other woman follows, because she doesn't want anyone else to get too curious about what she has to say. Outside, she leans against a tree and works on not looking nervous.
Alanna is happy.
She arrives in the Bar with half a mind to find Carol so she can report that everyone -- by which she means Jon and George -- is behaving with respect and honor, but it's Brienne she sees first. Brienne, to whom she had promised to tell the truth the next time they crossed paths. Alanna hesitates, because years of caution are hard to overcome, but remembers what she'd just thought about Jon, George, and honor. She will act honorably and keep to her word. Even if it's hard.
Alanna waits until she catches Brienne's eye and gestures to the back door with a smile, then exits. She doesn't wait to see if the other woman follows, because she doesn't want anyone else to get too curious about what she has to say. Outside, she leans against a tree and works on not looking nervous.
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Jul. 17th, 2015 09:25 amIt is a glorious day at the Caribbean inlet behind the bar at the end of the universe. The sun is bright and hot, the sand soft between toes, the water sparkling the sort of blue usually reserved for gemstones.
Then again, it is always a glorious day in the Caribbean inlet.
Alanna stands on a toasty rock with bare feet, shoulders back and eyes closed, letting the salty breeze whip her hair around her face and almost but not quite push her over into the sand. It makes her feel free: fee of ties, free of responsibility, free of her own wild thoughts and feelings.
Freedom is the dream, after all.
Then again, it is always a glorious day in the Caribbean inlet.
Alanna stands on a toasty rock with bare feet, shoulders back and eyes closed, letting the salty breeze whip her hair around her face and almost but not quite push her over into the sand. It makes her feel free: fee of ties, free of responsibility, free of her own wild thoughts and feelings.
Freedom is the dream, after all.
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Jul. 14th, 2015 11:14 amPart of Alanna's plan to distract herself from the Ordeal and Jonathan -- the ordeal of loving Jonathan, Great Mother what is she thinking? -- is to spend more time at Milliways studying or training or even resting.
Of those three, it is no surprise that training more often than not wins out.
Today she is by the lake with Lightning in hand, practicing sword forms and fighting an invisible foe who looks a lot like Roger in her imagination. Her hair is longer than it should be, long enough that she stops to lift it so the cool breeze can reach her neck. It has grown warm, and she silently debates removing her tunic for the rest of her exercises.
No. Not yet. She can't become incautious and impatient now. Instead she reaches for the bucket she'd brought up from the lake and tosses some water in her face. The day she doesn't have to worry about these things will be a very good day, indeed. This one isn't terrible, however. It could always be cold. Smiling, she goes back to work.
Of those three, it is no surprise that training more often than not wins out.
Today she is by the lake with Lightning in hand, practicing sword forms and fighting an invisible foe who looks a lot like Roger in her imagination. Her hair is longer than it should be, long enough that she stops to lift it so the cool breeze can reach her neck. It has grown warm, and she silently debates removing her tunic for the rest of her exercises.
No. Not yet. She can't become incautious and impatient now. Instead she reaches for the bucket she'd brought up from the lake and tosses some water in her face. The day she doesn't have to worry about these things will be a very good day, indeed. This one isn't terrible, however. It could always be cold. Smiling, she goes back to work.
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May. 1st, 2014 10:59 amAlanna of Trebond is a surprisingly religious person. She prays regularly to her patron, the Goddess, and offers the proper respect and observances whenever her busy schedule allows. The Goddess should understand, Alanna believes, why a visit to the Temple is delayed or put off from time to time. After all, everything she does is as the Goddess commanded.
Well, almost. That whole love thing still pricks at her like that burr she found under Duke Gareth's saddle blanket, but that is of no actual importance, surely.
In any case, Alanna likes to think she does right by the Goddess. But sometimes, like right now, she remembers that the Goddess can be a force of nature, neither inherently cruel nor kind as the mood suits her.
And somewhere, Alanna is sure, the Goddess is having a good laugh over this one.
"I can't BELIEVE this is happening right now!" she hisses, peeking out from behind a bush that rivals her for prickliness. "Of all times to get caught up here!"
Squire Alan went for a walk around Corus today.
In a dress and a long black wig.
Squire Alan certainly did not mean to land herself in Milliways while she was out.
"Goddess," she mutters, "if this is some sort of test, I think I'd rather go ahead with the Ordeal!"
(Squire Alan really doesn't mean that, for the record.)
Well, almost. That whole love thing still pricks at her like that burr she found under Duke Gareth's saddle blanket, but that is of no actual importance, surely.
In any case, Alanna likes to think she does right by the Goddess. But sometimes, like right now, she remembers that the Goddess can be a force of nature, neither inherently cruel nor kind as the mood suits her.
And somewhere, Alanna is sure, the Goddess is having a good laugh over this one.
"I can't BELIEVE this is happening right now!" she hisses, peeking out from behind a bush that rivals her for prickliness. "Of all times to get caught up here!"
Squire Alan went for a walk around Corus today.
In a dress and a long black wig.
Squire Alan certainly did not mean to land herself in Milliways while she was out.
"Goddess," she mutters, "if this is some sort of test, I think I'd rather go ahead with the Ordeal!"
(Squire Alan really doesn't mean that, for the record.)
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Jul. 29th, 2012 03:22 pmAlanna is cold.
This is itself not news, but given her tendency to be cold even when sitting before a roaring fire, it is a bit odd that she has chosen to be outside the bar, where it is most definitely not as warm as it is in Tortall.
She shivers, grumpy to her core, and shuts the door hard on her way to a big tree near the lake. Practicing her forms under it will warm her up. If that fails, she can always climb it.
This is itself not news, but given her tendency to be cold even when sitting before a roaring fire, it is a bit odd that she has chosen to be outside the bar, where it is most definitely not as warm as it is in Tortall.
She shivers, grumpy to her core, and shuts the door hard on her way to a big tree near the lake. Practicing her forms under it will warm her up. If that fails, she can always climb it.
OOC: Canon information
May. 4th, 2012 05:31 pm1) Fief Trebond and its House.
2) Marinie of Tasride, Alanna's mother.
3) Alanna/George, Jon/Thayet.
4) Fief Conte and its House.
5) Jon's Ordeal
6) Liberalizing.
7) The Royal University. (And more here and here!)
8) Gary, the Prime Minister.
9) Pregnancies and the Goddess
10) Gods and Goddesses.
11) Diversity of religion.
12) Tortallan weddings.
13) Weapons and Training.
14) Duke Roger.
15) Rider's Groups.
16) The Kalasin situation.
17) Shang school.
2) Marinie of Tasride, Alanna's mother.
3) Alanna/George, Jon/Thayet.
4) Fief Conte and its House.
5) Jon's Ordeal
6) Liberalizing.
7) The Royal University. (And more here and here!)
8) Gary, the Prime Minister.
9) Pregnancies and the Goddess
10) Gods and Goddesses.
11) Diversity of religion.
12) Tortallan weddings.
13) Weapons and Training.
14) Duke Roger.
15) Rider's Groups.
16) The Kalasin situation.
17) Shang school.
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Apr. 22nd, 2012 10:26 am[OOC: From here.]
Lady Marian,
The note Alanna leaves Lady Marian is carefully composed (a rarity for any missive written in Alanna's hand, as Thom would attest) and contains a detailed account of her schedule and duties, allowing for the differences in time between the bar and Tortall, as well as any unexpected tasks set for her by Duke Gareth.
In short, she isn't sure how to go about meeting up with Marian again, but she's still interested and hopes this helps decide on when they might see each other again, if not when they will.
The sentiment is there throughout the listing of when she is required to be where, and nowhere more so than in the closing: I remain grateful that you would take the time to assist me with my training, and hope there is something I might do one day to return the favor.
Sincerely,
Alan of Trebond
It's rolled into a scroll and sealed in red and black -- the tall (cold) tower of Trebond standing in a field.
She always thought there should be more rocks.
Lady Marian,
The note Alanna leaves Lady Marian is carefully composed (a rarity for any missive written in Alanna's hand, as Thom would attest) and contains a detailed account of her schedule and duties, allowing for the differences in time between the bar and Tortall, as well as any unexpected tasks set for her by Duke Gareth.
In short, she isn't sure how to go about meeting up with Marian again, but she's still interested and hopes this helps decide on when they might see each other again, if not when they will.
The sentiment is there throughout the listing of when she is required to be where, and nowhere more so than in the closing: I remain grateful that you would take the time to assist me with my training, and hope there is something I might do one day to return the favor.
Sincerely,
Alan of Trebond
It's rolled into a scroll and sealed in red and black -- the tall (cold) tower of Trebond standing in a field.
She always thought there should be more rocks.
