Anti-OTP: Open

[star_in_night]

Elaine is sitting in one of the window seats, looking out at the wintry garden. Her russet hair is loose, still curling a little from the shower, and she's wrapped in a pale-green robe instead of her usual trim slacks. Her face is distant and wistful.

Comments

[sonofpellinore]

Lamorak is in a loose tunic, not particularly looking for anyone or anything. He is, however, happy enough to see her, and smiles. "Good day, la- Elaine."

[star_in_night]

She straightens, alert in an instant. "Good afternoon, sir."

[sonofpellinore]

"I did not mean to disturb you, truly. You looked at peace."

[star_in_night]

"That's all right."

[sir_agravaiting]

Out in said garden, bundled up close against the cold (striped scarf in many colors, cunning orange hat, sour expression), may be seen Sir Agravain, tramping through the lightly snow-swept grass towards the Mansion.

[star_in_night]

She smiles a little, seeing him, possibly just because of the bright colors.

[sir_agravaiting]

With all the instinctive, unthinking awareness of an animal, he stops, seeming to sense that he is being watched; pauses, looks around with a frown, and then to the house, to the window and its occupant, half-hidden behind frost and the light curtains.

[star_in_night]

Elaine looks down at once, tucking her hair back.