Gradually regaining her senses more and more, Alice became aware that moving away from the group just after a fight may not have been the best idea. She resolved to be as quick as possible, ignoring her mocking inner voice singing the bawdy Andred song about how Vrettonnian noblewomen were quick to get their dresses off. [i]I'm so glad, of all the things, my inner monologue has returned.[/i]

She had saved her best dress until last, it being the least practical and the most expensive. She always saved it in case Geradin and her were required in a formal environment on short notice or, apparently, emergencies like this. At the very least she made sure the hem didn't go to the ground, and it's style was a lot more conservative when compared to most of the articles seen in court. And she had always been fond of the deep purple material it was made of. All in all, if she ruined this one she really [i]would[/i] be mad.

With a few splashes of rosewater she made her way back to the group, tentatively holding her skirt up at the knees to stop it from getting wet as she picked her way across the river and trying tune into what was left of the conversation as she did.

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