A light breeze ruffles Missandei’s dress, the blue fabric tickling her ankles. The day is relatively calm, and the handmaiden has found herself with a RARE moment of free time. She’s found a spot outside, just out of the way enough so that there aren’t people constantly walking past her. The former slave gets a small amount of enjoyment from these little moments ALONE, the time allows her to think and reflect on things she’d usually never have time to otherwise. She lets her eyes close for a moment, lungs filling with a deep breath as another WAVE of air floats past her. It’s not until she hears someone approaching that she opens her eyes, head turning to the other as they stand beside her. A small FROWN creases her brows, not recognising the man’s face, it’s one she hasn’t seen before. Still, Missandei offers him a polite smile.