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[dukes_daughter]

Perhaps the snow has begun to melt, and a patch or two of bare grass upon which one may enjoy the bright, cold winter sunlight might be found. A young woman seems to have found one such a spot, at any rate

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[hunt_theheart]

And whoever she is today, Curio will make her an elegant bow. "Sweet lady! Thy fair face has hid itself belike the tender flower in the bud, which gathers up its lily-white and red to show them better 'gainst the quickening green--and yet thy colors bloom upon the snow!"

[dukes_daughter]

She laughs and sits up. "But yet I guess thou hast not without practice gone, for all thy poetry is fair as't ever was."

[hunt_theheart]

"I'd write a sonnet for thee, an I thought in it I could describe the grace thou owest." He leans in to press a kiss to her forehead, grinning. "How hast thou occupied the weary days?"

[dukes_daughter]

"But little that would make a tale. Wouldst sit?"

[rob_fellows]

A rather confused Robin walks out, and upon seeing the rather familiar silhouette - they've been rehearsing all this time, after all, he'll angle to say hello.

"I thought dress rehearsal was over," he teases in good humor. Whatever is bothering him, he's not letting it get in the way of banter.

[dukes_daughter]

"Is't so? It seems I did forget."

[rob_fellows]

He grins. "If it were, you'd be about two hours late. See anyone complaining about the new looks?"

[dukes_daughter]

"New looks, sir?"

[lovingknight]

Lovel is passing by, whistling idly. He notices her belatedly for being quiet, but stops and makes a sort of "oops" face when he realizes this, which she may see if she opens her eyes.

[dukes_daughter]

Which she does, of course, and laughs. "'tis well, good sir."

[lovingknight]

"Ah, now I've woken you. My apologies, m'lady." Facepalm.

[dukes_daughter]

"Sure, sir, you did not, for I was not asleep," she says, getting to her feet.