#amara ft. aysun

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Since arriving at the Scottish palace, Amara felt as though her world had been upended- turned completely on its side for the sole purpose of upsetting her usual schedule and routine. Naturally, she'd done the best she could under the circumstances, ensuring she maintained at least some semblance of structure as one of Queen Meabh's ladies-in-waiting. Still, the task was daunting, and Amara found herself tiring quickly, needing a bit of space and time away as the morning began to wind down.

The courtyard had drawn the woman's attention immediately upon arrival- herbs, flowers, fauna....All of the above had long held a great fascination for the lady, one she'd made a casual life's work of studying. Therefore, given the opportunity of a moment's peace, she quietly yet quickly slipped away. Lost in thought, it hadn't occurred to her that another might be occupying the same space, and when she heard the sound of anothers voice she couldn't help but jump a bit. Fingertips racing to rest against the base of her throat, Amara recognized her companion immediately, dipping into a formal curtsey immediately. "I beg your pardon, Your Highness, but it is me who should seek forgiveness. I certainly had no intention of disturbing you. Allow me to exit, and leave you to your time. The courtyard is gorgeous, truly, and I wouldn't want to detract from your experience."

location: courtyard status: open

over  the  last  few  years,  becoming  invisible  had  all  but  become  a  skill  of  hers.  for  if  her  family  couldn’t  see  her,  she  was  safe  from  their  comments,  and  snide  remarks.  although  it  could  be  lonesome  at  times,  she  cherished  the  freedom  being  invisible  bestowed  upon  her.  moreover,  she  relished  in  the  court  gossip  she  overheard  when  people  forgot  about  her  presence  -  some  of  these  people  were  just  plain  awful.

aysun  wandered  mindlessly  through  the  corridors  of  the  scottish  castle,  eventually  ending  up  in  the  courtyard.  she  stopped  in  front  of  one  of  the  statues,  captivated  by  its  timeless  beauty,  weathered  by  the  harsh  scottish  elements.  her  hand  reached  out,  hesitatingly  hovering  over  the  face  of  the  sculpted  figure.  suddenly,  movement  caught  her  attention,  causing  her  to  swiftly  retract  her  hand  and  fix  her  gaze  upon  the  stranger.  “  forgive  me,  i  had  not  realized  anyone  else  was  here.  ”