[center][color=0072bc][h2]Joane Lear[/h2][/color]
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Joane smiled at Isla's comment. Together they walked up the steps arm in arm, and Sigurd had a comment about Isla's teasing comment about how he played poltics poorly. Sigurd reminded Joane that this was an important festival and that it was a huge honor to be invited here, even if it would probably be seen as rude to not invite the Northerners to the tourney.

[color=0072bc]"Sig, you know I was joking right? I can't so much as lift a pinky inside without it being examined for political leanings. I wanted to joke around out here before we get in to lighten your mood. But, if you're going to be a grumpy gus then I guess then I'll have to be a pretty one. Isla can be second prettiest, don't you think?"[/color] Joane said, teasing her brother.

Of course she knew about Arthur Rathmore. Even as she smoothed out her skirts to sit on the bench, she was already thinking about drawing her brother out of his mood. No doubt he was thinking about how Arthur's current condition was similar to his own. She needed him bright and not distracted by the situation. Sympathetic, maybe. Distracted could get them into trouble.

Joane shifted in her seat, leaning a little on Isla. It was half to show that the siblings were close, and half to check her boot for the knife. Things could always turn ugly at a moment's notice -not that she wanted that, it always paid to be prepared- and she'd rather have it easily accessible. 

[color=0072bc]"Isla... how long do you think we'll be here for? After a fortnight of travel I want to move around as much as possible, not sit [i]more[/i]. My hand is going to fall off if I'm told that I must fan myself any more to remove lingering travel sickness."[/color] Joane whispered, a small smile on her lips. Anyone watching would probably think the two girls were gossiping and discard it.

The corset should probably be making Joane as uncomfortable as Isla, but Joane had found out that having it too tight on her meant that she broke the strings too easily -thanks to the muscle she had put on from training- so she had a it a bit looser. Not too much looser, but enough to make her stand the stupid thing for longer.

Gods above if she ever became Queen she'd ban corsets altogether. They were naught but death traps. Whoever decided it was in fashion needed to be executed by having to wear the stupid thing for a week without taking it off.