OOC: Cambie, I'm sorry for the thread title, though you probably won't understand why I lol since the 'Lady of the---' title thing is an inside, going joke for me here 8D
BUT NOW YOU ARE APART OF IT, TOO *evil laugh*
Also, sorry for all of the garbly typos- I don't normally edit posts ._.
Though I might go and edit this one :T Just to spare you .__.
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She had been on the run for what felt like ages, but was perhaps only just a few months since Kella Harmond took off running. She was scared out of her mind since her brother had completely turned into someone else. As a duke, he was given much power- and she, as his sister and a female woman in Connlaoth, not much power to do anything else but run. And with the war seemingly at her heels, it took all of her luck and effort to be out of Matron's Hallow. Though she had gotten as much supplies as she could, and her blonde hair- though cut short yet again, was growing longer still as she brushed her long bangs out of her eyes and looked towards the path, which soon became a colder and more complex one.
As a refined lady, she hadn't much in the skills of survival, so many weeks would go by without food. Water she could handle from the many streams within the valley, but come time to barter, she hadn't much to offer and what people had wanted- she dare not give. She had few precious things on her; her virtue, her memories, and a necklace of her mother's. And it was that necklace she clutched onto now as she stared off across the windy trail at a sign that appeared before her through the fog.
'The City of Vanille'.
Knowing this was more of a large town rather than a city, Kella was thankful for at least some semblance of familiarity. She had been here before. Turgall was never a duchy as wealthy as the others, but their wealth came through trade and taverns and the like- a lot of folks traveling through it to get tot he capital. But Vanille was known for other things, it's pretty scenery and bake shops. Her twin brother and she used to come here specifically for cakes. And thinking about those memories made her sad as she peered at her reflection in the glass window infront of 'Armand's Bakes and Cakes Shop'.
Yes, the famous cake named after the city, 'The City of Vanille' was a tower of confection! With layers of vanilla lace icing and three different types of vanilla cakes and cookies layering inbetween. And to make it even better, the very center was filled with the famous, ambrosial vanilla custard creme.
She hadn't eaten for days and when she peered at the cake her stomach rumbled, she had almost not heard it when she heard the bell from the shop door ringing and Mrs. Armand, the wife of the shop owner stepped out and smiled as she dusted off her flower landened dress and apron.
"Well hello there, deary. Mighty cold outside. Fancy the cakes in the window? We're having a sale. A few silver for a dozen of vanilla snaps. We also have vanilla pecans two for one."
Kella, taken back by the woman's words, only smiled and shook her head, surprised to see her breath as white puffs in the growing chill of the air.
"N-no, I'm just passing through. But the cakes look lovely."
"Ah, that they do." The woman said kindly, bowing her head as her own blue eyes dazzled. Though as Kella had lifted her head, she caught a sight of her and her expression twisted in confusion. "You.. you look familiar... have you been to our shop before?"
Kella, taken back by the woman's words, held up a gloved hand to her tattered hood, and tried to tighten it down and over her head, though the shadows covered her face, it still kept her nose and lips exposed.
"I.. I don't think-"
"Lady Harmond? Is that you?" But before the woman could get a yes or no from the girl, Kella became too frightened and took off down the road like a spooked rabbit and by the time she had stopped running she was sure she'd be in another town, but her luck was awfully terrible and unkind towards her, and it seemed the only thing to halt her tracks was when she rounded the bend and ran into another person, and suddenly both were smarting and sprawled out unceremoniously upon the cobblestone.
Dazed, Kella scrambled to her knees and stammered out half-comprehensible apologies, as her mind was racing a mile a minute.
"I'm so s-sorry, Sir..?" And she paused a moment to observe where her hands fell, and suddenly she jerked them away. Though she wore gloves and he'd hardly be harmed from her, it was an instinct more than anything- and one of the things she feared most of all was to simply kill some way by her touch.
OOC: Feel free to have it be him or some poor npc she's run into XD but yeah, tags to Cambie x.x