Marta Suarez
Early evening, no longer empty hall in palace.
with Juniper Ashton
A bright girl stood in the doorway. Marta strained to place her face, before realising not only that they were across the room and she couldn’t make out her features, but also that she had yet to properly have met anybody in the palace, and recognising anyone at all was incredibly unlikely.
She brought a hand to her brow. Be normal, Marta. You can play this off, you’re not even doing anything against any rules.
She stiffened her spine and squared her shoulders, walking as casually as she could across the room. The resulting effect was that of a wooden stride, like someone learning how to be a person.
“Marta,” she said, stopping a couple of metres in front of the unknown girl.
She took another long step into the range that could almost make for comfortable conversation.
“Selected,” she added, to prove she was supposed to be there.
She paused, unsure where to go next.
“Hello,” she sighed, remembering that was the typical way to greet people.
Despite being far too far away to reach, she held her arm out as politely as possible, in offer of a handshake. She continued to hold it out as she decided her conversationally-appropriate but entirely unnecessary excuse.
“I was just… smelling the flowers.”
I’m sure the flowers were beautiful, in the bed outside the closed window.
@idiot.exe - Juniper