#dorian 1

Awkward though it was, given how adamantly Sorcha was against their impending union, they couldn’t avoid Lord Dorian forever. It was possible they might be able to convince the Autumn Lord that this arrangement was a terrible idea, if not through reasoning and logic, then at least through being disagreeable and obnoxious. And since their mother had denied them the opportunity to meet their fiance beforehand, Sorcha took it into their own hands to call upon Dorian at his estate. They would decide for themself if he was worth their time and energy. They were shown in by a servant, who deposited Sorcha in a sitting room to wait. Rather than sit, Sorcha chose to wander the room, taking in the decor and rehearsing the arguments they’d prepared... oh, who were they kidding? They were winging this as much as anything else they’d ever done in their life, and were so caught up in annoyed nerves that they didn’t notice the lord of the house enter.

Well, it’s time to start searching taverns on the chance of finding dusty old crows. Unfortunately the one he’s in now has no apparent sign of him, but he’s sure the man’s memorable enough, he always has been, to leave an impression on the barkeep and patrons if he’s ever step foot in the place.

necraltus

Rosie had made it halfway across a district already, and still no sign of finding a border, or any way out. Supposedly there were fences, or a dome, or a deep chasm of sorts, something that kept people from leaving. Certainly most long-time residents seemed resigned to their fate. She hadn't quite given up. If only there were a train or perhaps a plane that she could find, someone would be able to get them out.

Ever since she had met that woman, her mild interest in the situation she was in had soured to a desperate sort of worry, scrambling through the days looking for anything and talking to anyone, huddling in the underground corridors in the nights and trying not to listen to the background noise of static and rats.

Still, the commerce of the whole area fascinated her. No one seemed to have any money, yet shops still operated- coffee, grocery, and clothing were among the more mundane of those shops. And at least such places were good for discovering more PC's, as opposed to the faceless pedestrians.