Anti-OTP: Clarissant/Rosana

[ebon_divinity]

Rosana is wandering down by the margin of the lake, breaking off dead reeds as she goes and crumbling them between her fingers. She's found herself an extra petticoat somewhere, and, much grudged, a pair of boots; she's also braided her hair back, for all the good it does.

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[dutifuldaughter]

Clarissant is in, atypically, a fairly good mood, and has found herself a tree to sit in. She's found a particularly interesting pattern of ripples, and is contemplating manipulating it in order to blow something up when she hears the crunching noise that heralds Rosana's progress.

Attention distracted, she watches Rosana instead, a quiet but definitely obtrusive presence.

[ebon_divinity]

Rosana has been too long out of doors and on the run not to know when she's being watched, but it does not immediately occur to her to look up. She glances over her shoulder briefly, and tosses another handful of broken stem into the icy water.

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar shifts on her branch, considers for a rapid moment, and speaks.

"Hello."

[ebon_divinity]

Rosana looks up sharply, dropping the reed in her hand. "Hello, then."