[center][i][h2][color=5F9EA0]Isla Lear[/color] [/h2][/i]
[sub]Lear Family and Others[@RainDash] [@Solace][@NarcissisticPotato][@HushedWhispers][@Ambra][/sub][/center]

It always came as a surprise how much energy could be wasted sitting in a carriage, doing nothing.  The day would be spent reading, playing table games, talking, or simply staring off into the slowly changing landscape. Nothing that should have been too hard, yet, whenever the carriages stopped for the night, Isla was scarcely able to finish her supper before crawling into her tent for the night. 

 Isla had only been this far South once in her life. The place  From that trip she really only recalled endless  boredom and standing around being told 'how cute' she was or 'she'll make someone a good wife someday, speaking of....'. She didn't have a problem, but they had a lot of silly rules that no one ever took the time to explain.  Now that she was older, they were easier to remember, still silly, but at least she wasn't going to offend some uptight grumpy old maiden by not curtsying to her liking.  The memory of moment bring a smirk to her lips. Although, at the time it had seemed  anything but funny.  

Her sister's voice drew her from his mindless wandering as he...complained about something.  Isla flipped one of the painstakingly created curls over her shoulder as she glanced at the girl, who looked about as please to be here as a kitten in a sack.[color=5F9EA0]"Sweet sister,"[/color] she said purposely making her voice sound far more high pitched and proper than it usually was. [color=5F9EA0]"One might think you weren't overjoyed to play future fancy bedwarmer for these pompous lords,"[/color] She then reached her forward to interlock her arm with her younger sister's  leading the girl ahead of the rest of her family as they made their way closer to entrance.

 The common folk had long been filtered out and those who remained were of class. It was interesting to watch the reactions of their 'peers'. A few she recognised as some of the southern  lords and ladies who had come up North for one reason or another. Those who had a relationship with the girls would wave, which Isla would respond with a smile and a wave with her free hand.  Others would openly gawk, never having seen the Northern Princesses or heir. Others still made a point to look at anywhere else but the Lear's, by either staring at a blank wall or by talking [i]slightly[/i] too animated to be entirely believable. [color=5F9EA0]"Besides, little sister, one would think you'd be thrilled to learn how your future husband fights. A tournament would be a grand time find the weaknesses so that when you do to kill them with your sword, you can do you swifty. It would be unkind to make your husband suffer in his death over what the cooks should make for dinner, besides"[/color]she said, heading over to a bench that had been saved for their family. [color=5F9EA0]" We need your voice to make Sig seem more important. If we don't cheer for our sweet brother, who else will?"[/color]

Although Isla joked about marriage and husbands, she knew quite well that this could be the trip that got her her's. Her only wish is that it wasn't a lord so souther that she could never visit her family. Or one that expected her to wear painful show dresses on a daily basis.  While the layers of light blue silk and silver embroidery made her feel lovely, an hour in the dusty arena  would leave her short of breath from how tight the corset was laced. How Isla's sister could even think of food wearing one was a mystery to her. 

[center][i][h2][color=FA8072]Viridiana Ralei [/color] [/h2][/i]
[sub]Ralei family and others [@Kaalee][@smarty0114] [@Wernher] [/sub] [/center]

Viridiana leaned into the kiss, an unpleased smile on her face as she watched her eldest daughter walk off. Probably to some [i]whore[/i] house to find that...boy. If she could do so without looking as though she was undermining her husband, she would have called her wayward daughter returned to her in an instance. The vessels concern mirroring her own. Although, her husband had a point, her daughter would be fine, probably, but that didn't mean she wanted her eldest child wandering those parts of the city. What would people think? Shaking her head, her eyes refocused on her dear husband. [color=FA8072]"One would hope that our daughters would do better than 'finding' someone to 'enjoy some time with'"[/color]  This was one of the things she had been speaking to many of the ladies of court. The heir of Trops house was to be stopping by anytime, not that she was ready to marry her daughter off, but she did want to start...courting options.  She could only hope that both of her daughters would be around to meet him. 

[color=FA8072]"Dear, I'd rather you waited,"[/color] she said as her youngest daughter tried to leave as well.