Open ❧ It all goes by...

[mellifluence]

♫ Come On, Come Out - A Fine Frenzy

WHO || [So very open!] Rayna Valentine & you!
WHAT || Rayna's outside of the castle more than she's in it, so if you feel like stretching your legs or want some fresh air, she could always use the company.
WHERE || Outside of and around the castle.
WHEN || Pretty much every day Dates are flexible! She's out and about a lot. Backdated, forward-dated, diagonal-dated, etc.
HOW || Prose or actionspam, whatever you feel like doing.

Much as she loved the inside of the castle, Rayna loved the outside of it more. Whenever she had a moment that didn't involve training indoors, she found her way outside, whether it was cold or raining, early or late. And while she typically traveled alone inside of the castle, trips outside involved Boaz, her young half-wolf, and a small hawk named Sage.

Her time outdoors was typically spent spread out in the grass, reading or not, soaking up the sunlight like a plant. If not, she was usually either walking or running, edging farther away from the castle each time. On more rare occasions, especially when she thought no one was watching, she threw all of her attention into playing with Boaz, even if it meant wrestling him for a ball or a bit of rope.

More often than not, she lost.

But she always tried to keep an eye out for anyone that might be hanging around. It wasn't that she wanted to avoid them, either. She just didn't want to miss a chance to say hello, even if it meant subjecting herself to the knowledge that someone saw her lose a game of tug-of-war or that Boaz could run circles around her when she went for a run. Some things were worth it.

Open ♔ Blackbirds sing sad harmonies lost to the humming wires that feed

[attollores]

WHO || Alainn O'Rourke and Thomas Bancroft
WHAT || A night of drinking together, bro-ship style
WHERE || Wherever the bottles lead them
WHEN || Sunday, March 8th when the Russia mission returns
HOW || Prose or Actionspam, whatever you prefer

♫ This Hollow World by Johnny Hollow

Alainn knew that Thomas was probably well ahead of her in the amount he'd had to drink, though she was certain he wouldn't be inebriated as of yet. The phone call he'd had to make was terrible, the whole thing was terrible. He had shown a face to the Knights rarely seen by any, the side of him that was like the far side of the moon, where usually he was so luminescent. They shared a lot of the same qualities, the both of them, and she was glad he would accept her company for the night. They both needed this, mutual support in a terrible time, and no one there to judge them in how they chose to express their grief. With a shit-ton of alcohol.

She arrives at the door to his room, balancing an obscene amount of liquor bottles in her arms, even more clanging in the pockets of her trench coat. Having no free hands she takes the toe of her boot and gives it a few insistent kicks. Hopefully he would be there, otherwise she was going to plant herself in front of his door and start without him.

"Thomas! Are ye in there?"