#bloomingrcse

She was in a hunting outfit, something movable that would make being a part of the festivities easier for her. And sure it gave her some looks, mainly from the older nobility who found it weird to see a young girl in an outfit normally worn by men, but this was her - those who knew of Azalea knew that this was what she normally did. "If you've come here to chastise me can you please save it for after the festivities? I'm quite enjoying myself"

Had she been overhearing a conversation she was quite blatantly not a part of? Possibly. But where was the fun in not listening on others conversations? Covering her mouth, she peaked her head out a bit more to hear what was going on before feeling a hand on her shoulder and jumping. “I can totally explain!”

“There's a war coming.”

She blinked a few times as she looked around, "I, uh," she stammered, face going slightly red. "I don't know what to do with that information, my lady"

Her ankle was throbbing but she had managed to slip away before the maester's realized she had hurt herself. Now had others seen her take a header onto the floor and royally mess up her ankle? Yes, but she assumed it wasn't anyone that knew her. So, with a slight limp, she continued to help those injured from the melee and jousting tournament out. Taking out a basket filled with clothes, she brought it next to one of the maester's cleaning before hearing a noise and turning her head to see Rosalyn standing there. "R-Rosalyn?" she stuttered, "what are you doing here?"