Day 4: Should I Know You?
Who: [AU] Natalia, Dist
Where: The Imperial Palace, wandering a little
When: Day 4, mid-afternoon
Warnings: May possibly make Dist rant and spaz. Oops?
What Natalia wanted was an audience with the Empress. Ordinarily, she was fairly certain it wouldn't have been hard to arrange. After all, she had more than the rank required to merit a brief conversation, and as far as she could tell, there was no war here, nothing that could have been taking up so much of Peony's time.
Except, of course, for the problem of the many people (more and more each day, it seemed) who did not belong in this world -- but that was only more reason for Natalia to seek the audience, and, it seemed to her, only more reason for the other ruler to make time for her.
She was considering the merits of simply forcing her way into the throne room (there were guards, of course, but the Colonel himself seemed absent, and Natalia rather doubted the average guard could have stopped her) when she noticed him.
The man was slender and drawn, not remarkable-looking in any particular fashion, except that he struck Natalia as seeming unusually tired and... worn, somehow. As if his clothes, his very skin, were threadbare.
"Hello?" she greeted, momentarily distracted from her deliberation on whether or not she ought to risk being arrested in her impatience.
Where: The Imperial Palace, wandering a little
When: Day 4, mid-afternoon
Warnings: May possibly make Dist rant and spaz. Oops?
What Natalia wanted was an audience with the Empress. Ordinarily, she was fairly certain it wouldn't have been hard to arrange. After all, she had more than the rank required to merit a brief conversation, and as far as she could tell, there was no war here, nothing that could have been taking up so much of Peony's time.
Except, of course, for the problem of the many people (more and more each day, it seemed) who did not belong in this world -- but that was only more reason for Natalia to seek the audience, and, it seemed to her, only more reason for the other ruler to make time for her.
She was considering the merits of simply forcing her way into the throne room (there were guards, of course, but the Colonel himself seemed absent, and Natalia rather doubted the average guard could have stopped her) when she noticed him.
The man was slender and drawn, not remarkable-looking in any particular fashion, except that he struck Natalia as seeming unusually tired and... worn, somehow. As if his clothes, his very skin, were threadbare.
"Hello?" she greeted, momentarily distracted from her deliberation on whether or not she ought to risk being arrested in her impatience.