Pirate's Swoop, Tortall - Tuesday Evening

[tricksy_spy]

Aly was slightly amused to be back in Tortall for Thanksgiving. It was another one of those holidays that her Da had implemented at the Swoop, and the villagers had taken to it with a passion. Even though the famines had been about thirty years ago, they were remembered, and each harvest was celebrated and blessed because it meant another winter

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[light_a_spark]

Of course it had been snowing in Briggs. When didn't it? And really, there was no better way to end a 12 hour train ride than to wade through inches of snow. His hair was wet and the shoulders of his trench coat were still white when he stepped through. It wouldn't stay all that long as the warmer rain would melt it instantly.

He didn't notice Aly straight off, the change of scenery catching his attention first. He definitely wasn't in Amestris anymore and it wasn't like the Copper Isles at all.

[tricksy_spy]

Aly would've been disappointed if anyone noticed her straight off. At least any time she didn't want to be noticed straight off.

Instead she leaned back against a tree, waiting to see what exactly he'd do next.

[light_a_spark]

He stayed still for a moment, staring up at the castle and quite possible considering exactly who he'd get to meet. His hand idly came up, flicking some of the melting snow off his hair while he glanced around.

A smile curved his lips when he noticed her and he instantly moved towards her. "Here I thought I might have to joust a knight to gain entrance to your castle." Her parents' castle, same difference. It was home to her.

[tricksy_spy]

Aly smiled back, eyes moving over him quickly, making sure he was okay, and she waited for him, hoping all that snow'd be done melting before he got near enough to touch. "Only knight here's my mother," she teased. "But, you know, go for it if you wanna fall on your ass a lot."