#themenasaur

i heartily concur!!! (and belated thanks!)

I have no idea what post this is referring to, but having grown up in Ontario and having been living in Nova Scotia for almost fifteen years now, I can guarantee you that no-one in either of those provinces would ever consider Ontario to be east coast in any way, shape, or form. Geographically, environmentally, linguistically and culturally, they are extraordinarily different regions. 

“You look like you’ve never seen a lady climb in through a window.” Louise threw Persephone a wicked grin as she straightened herself up. In the short time that Persephone had known her, the expression seemed almost affixed to Louise’s face. Like a kitsune grin, it promised devastating mischief and cleverness to those it was shown to. Adventures unlike any others. Persephone loved it. Not that she would tell Louise though, the game was far too young to ruin so recklessly. Persephone gestured for Louise to make herself comfortable, which Louise took as her cue to carelessly settle herself onto Persephone’s bed, before moving to her vanity. Louise would never let her live it down if her fur got them caught and fur always snags at the worst of times.

“This window is at the top of the tallest tower in the kingdom. The climb hardly seems worth it when there’s a perfectly serviceable door on the ground.” Persephone carefully kept her voice level even as a grin of her own fought its way onto her face. A simple plait should serve her purpose. Before Louise had whisked her away from the annual harvest ball, the only time she could see Lune now that he had begun touring the kingdom he would one-day rule, she could not manage even a loose plait on her own. Now she had enough practice that she could face Louise while crafting a quick plait. Louise shot her an incredulous look, only ruined by her untamed grin, before retorting.

“If you want everyone to know where and when you are going, sure. But for adventures that require secrecy, the window is the only way to go,” Louise pitched her voice as practical advice that any matron would give a young maiden as Persephone gave up withholding her grin as a lost cause. Louise had a knack for drawing smiles out of her no matter how grave the situation.

“Secret messages and disguises have gone out of fashion then?” Persephone managed to accurately replicate the tone her peers had used to describe the ever-changing value of cuts and fabrics for gowns back when they were young maidens. Adding a slow glance from beneath her lashes to the performance, Persephone quickened her plaiting.

“Secret messages have been out of fashion for so long that it is only a matter of time before they are revived for inconsequential matters to relish in nostalgia. While disguises have never been in fashion. What is the point in having a secret meeting if you can not do so as yourself? It holds no showcatship then.” Louise straightened herself with an appalled look on her face, moving her hand to her heart as if her reply was a grand sermon. Louise’s appalled expression was likely only half in jest. Persephone had yet to meet another cat ½ as dramatic as Louise, not even her husband. And the two of them had met due to him orchestrating a ball large enough for every eligible she-cat in the kingdom to comfortably attend. Louise claimed that her own husband, Baron, was more dramatic than her. Persephone doubted he truly was though.

“Of course. How could I forget that the most crucial ingredient of a secret meeting is showcatship. Better to have the secrets revealed than to be dull.” Persephone let her amusement color her words, as she tied her plait up. They had far more engaging games to play as they went off on their adventure. She rose and offered her hand to Louise.

“Exactly. Though our meeting is a secret and decidedly not dull. Put these on and we’ll be on our way.” Louise’s entire face lit up as she gifted Persephone what she would need to leave out of her window without falling to her untimely demise. A pair of gloves made of a supple leather with arcane symbols embroidered into them. Persephone could not help but flex and stretch her hands after putting them on. If not for Louise’s penchant for acquiring magical artifacts with absurd regularity, Persephone would not have been able to distinguish them from any other pair of gloves designed for ladies.

Just St. George. I did some digging and found this: