That's what Penelope was counting on xD
Also poor Penelope's really getting beaten around by gender standards today lol
Also poor Penelope's really getting beaten around by gender standards today lol
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Hello! This is Buzzingbee! I used to be on here as BuzzBee but I had some trouble. I had issues in real life that made me go off for a while and then when I was going to come back on, passwords, emails, etc were forgotten and lost. xD But I'm back and ready to jump into where I left off!
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The rest of the day went by with a bit more entertainment. A large room had been set up for the group and the innkeeper had made sure they were well taken care of. He seemed particularly friendly with Dimia. So much so that Penelope had to wonder what kind of past they had together since they both seemed well acquainted with one another. However, it was difficult to say for sure. Mainly because Oliver either didn't notice it or chose to ignore it. The knight didn't dwell on it long though as soon they had new people filtering into the room either with instruments or samples of freshly cooked food.
Over the course of the day, she listened to a wide variety of different songs and tasted different foods. To her, each had their own charm and it was difficult to say if one stood out over the other. Although one of the cooks named Laurence had bothered to bring samples of desserts, which had easily won over the knight. By the end of it all, it was late in the afternoon and the three had yet to make any firm decisions. Penelope leaned back against her chair and glanced over at Dimia and Oliver.
"So," she began slowly. "any firm picks?"
"I think so!" Dimia chirped, clapping her hands together. "Most of them were subpar but as for cooks, I think that one lad... Laurence was excellent. He's from one of the high class inns around here too so I'm sure the rest of his staff is just as professional. As for music, I think that one group from Everton was quite good. I could easily picture myself dancing in a beautiful gown to what they play." The noblewoman gave a dreamy sigh.
"I liked those choices too, dear." Oliver agreed with a nod and then glanced over to Penelope. "What do you think?"
"Those work for me. I liked Laurence too." Penelope nodded her head then gave a sheepish smile. "As for music, the group from Everton works for me... To be honest, all of those songs sounded practically the same to me."
"Probably because you haven't been to many proper parties." Dimia scoffed. She paused and then narrowed her gaze on the knight. "Speaking of which, what are you planning on wearing to this? I sure hope you don't think you're going to show up in armor! I won't allow it!"
Penelope blinked and then rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I'm going to wear a dress."
"What kind? What does it look like?" Dimia prodded.
"I don't know... Something nice that I have." Penelope said with a shrug.
Dimia pursed her lips together and then shook her head. "I don't trust you." she stated bluntly. "Tomorrow I'm going to take you to the seamstress in this town to get you fitted. Just pay for the dress and I'll take care of making sure you're wearing something proper."
"Excuse me, I think I know how to dress myself." Penelope grumbled.
"I doubt that." Dimia looked her up and down with her gaze. "You're not even on duty yet you still dress like a knight. Would it kill you to dress like a proper noblewoman on your days off?"
"I'm quite comfortable in my armor, thank you very much." Penelope growled, growing irritated at have yet another person degrade her appearance within the same day. "I can handle getting my own dress. Just focus on yourself and the party." The knight abruptly rose to her feet. "Now excuse me while I grab some supper and then head to bed. Good night." she excused herself rigidly as she turned and stalked out of the room. Eager to get some time away from them, she headed off to get a bit to eat and cool her head after getting worked up for the second time that day.
Over the course of the day, she listened to a wide variety of different songs and tasted different foods. To her, each had their own charm and it was difficult to say if one stood out over the other. Although one of the cooks named Laurence had bothered to bring samples of desserts, which had easily won over the knight. By the end of it all, it was late in the afternoon and the three had yet to make any firm decisions. Penelope leaned back against her chair and glanced over at Dimia and Oliver.
"So," she began slowly. "any firm picks?"
"I think so!" Dimia chirped, clapping her hands together. "Most of them were subpar but as for cooks, I think that one lad... Laurence was excellent. He's from one of the high class inns around here too so I'm sure the rest of his staff is just as professional. As for music, I think that one group from Everton was quite good. I could easily picture myself dancing in a beautiful gown to what they play." The noblewoman gave a dreamy sigh.
"I liked those choices too, dear." Oliver agreed with a nod and then glanced over to Penelope. "What do you think?"
"Those work for me. I liked Laurence too." Penelope nodded her head then gave a sheepish smile. "As for music, the group from Everton works for me... To be honest, all of those songs sounded practically the same to me."
"Probably because you haven't been to many proper parties." Dimia scoffed. She paused and then narrowed her gaze on the knight. "Speaking of which, what are you planning on wearing to this? I sure hope you don't think you're going to show up in armor! I won't allow it!"
Penelope blinked and then rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I'm going to wear a dress."
"What kind? What does it look like?" Dimia prodded.
"I don't know... Something nice that I have." Penelope said with a shrug.
Dimia pursed her lips together and then shook her head. "I don't trust you." she stated bluntly. "Tomorrow I'm going to take you to the seamstress in this town to get you fitted. Just pay for the dress and I'll take care of making sure you're wearing something proper."
"Excuse me, I think I know how to dress myself." Penelope grumbled.
"I doubt that." Dimia looked her up and down with her gaze. "You're not even on duty yet you still dress like a knight. Would it kill you to dress like a proper noblewoman on your days off?"
"I'm quite comfortable in my armor, thank you very much." Penelope growled, growing irritated at have yet another person degrade her appearance within the same day. "I can handle getting my own dress. Just focus on yourself and the party." The knight abruptly rose to her feet. "Now excuse me while I grab some supper and then head to bed. Good night." she excused herself rigidly as she turned and stalked out of the room. Eager to get some time away from them, she headed off to get a bit to eat and cool her head after getting worked up for the second time that day.
Can't wait xD
The trip to Bexley was rather dull. Oliver had his nose buried in a book as usual and remained silent, only the nose of pages flipping came from him. Dimia wasn't much better. While she had agreed to help Penelope per the request of her brother, it clearly didn't mean that she viewed her any different. She avoided eye contact with Penelope and instead would quietly observe the passing trees while occasionally pulling out her pocket mirror to check her hair, as if worried a passing breeze had blown it out of control.
As they drew closer to the city, however, Dimia finally focused her gaze onto Penelope. "So, exactly what happened between you and my brother?" she questioned with narrowed eyes.
Penelope blinked, pulled from her daydreams, as the other noblewoman suddenly spoke up. Confused why the topic even came up, she raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you asking about this now?" she questioned.
"Because my brother isn't here to tell me and I'm curious as to why he was so insistent that we help you, his ex." Dimia huffed. "A few answers for all the help we're giving you is really the least we could ask for."
Penelope rolled her eyes at Dimia's words. She would prefer to keep such matters to herself, especially when the real answer involved Crow. However, the noblewoman was doing quite a bit for her so she supposed she deserved some type of answer. "Well the marriage wasn't my idea to start with first of all. Secondly, while I am fond of your brother, I do not love him so I didn't want to marry him. He accepted that and we were able to agree on a friendship instead."
Dimia snorted in disbelief. "So basically by brother wasn't good enough for you. Most people don't even marry someone they get along with and you had the gull to throw away someone that actually cares for you. Unbelievable."
Penelope bit back a sharp comment. She didn't just throw away the male knight. It had been a difficult decision at the time, mainly since back then she had thought she would be giving up everything she knew rather than just leaving a courtship. Gavin was a good man but he wasn't the one for her. And that worked vice versa too. He deserved to find someone who loved him fully, not someone who would simply settle for him as a second choice like she had nearly done once. "Believe what you want but that's not the case. Gavin knows that and that's why he's still helping me. Besides, you of all people should be happy he didn't settle for me."
"Trust me. I am." Dimia rolled her eyes.
Penelope shot her an annoyed look and was about to say more when someone cleared their throat awkwardly. She turned her head to look over at Oliver. He shifted a bit uncomfortably, seeming bother by the tension between the two noblewomen. As they both look to him, he nodded his head to outside the wagon. "Looks like we're slowing down. We must have reached the inn." he said in a quiet voice.
"Finally." Dimia huffed with relief.
As the wagon lurched to a stop, Penelope eagerly climbed out, stretching her limbs for a moment before shifting her gaze onto the inn. She felt a bit of excitement pulse through her at the thought of doing interviews. Once they made their decisions on musicians and food, they'd be one step closer to putting together this party.
As they drew closer to the city, however, Dimia finally focused her gaze onto Penelope. "So, exactly what happened between you and my brother?" she questioned with narrowed eyes.
Penelope blinked, pulled from her daydreams, as the other noblewoman suddenly spoke up. Confused why the topic even came up, she raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you asking about this now?" she questioned.
"Because my brother isn't here to tell me and I'm curious as to why he was so insistent that we help you, his ex." Dimia huffed. "A few answers for all the help we're giving you is really the least we could ask for."
Penelope rolled her eyes at Dimia's words. She would prefer to keep such matters to herself, especially when the real answer involved Crow. However, the noblewoman was doing quite a bit for her so she supposed she deserved some type of answer. "Well the marriage wasn't my idea to start with first of all. Secondly, while I am fond of your brother, I do not love him so I didn't want to marry him. He accepted that and we were able to agree on a friendship instead."
Dimia snorted in disbelief. "So basically by brother wasn't good enough for you. Most people don't even marry someone they get along with and you had the gull to throw away someone that actually cares for you. Unbelievable."
Penelope bit back a sharp comment. She didn't just throw away the male knight. It had been a difficult decision at the time, mainly since back then she had thought she would be giving up everything she knew rather than just leaving a courtship. Gavin was a good man but he wasn't the one for her. And that worked vice versa too. He deserved to find someone who loved him fully, not someone who would simply settle for him as a second choice like she had nearly done once. "Believe what you want but that's not the case. Gavin knows that and that's why he's still helping me. Besides, you of all people should be happy he didn't settle for me."
"Trust me. I am." Dimia rolled her eyes.
Penelope shot her an annoyed look and was about to say more when someone cleared their throat awkwardly. She turned her head to look over at Oliver. He shifted a bit uncomfortably, seeming bother by the tension between the two noblewomen. As they both look to him, he nodded his head to outside the wagon. "Looks like we're slowing down. We must have reached the inn." he said in a quiet voice.
"Finally." Dimia huffed with relief.
As the wagon lurched to a stop, Penelope eagerly climbed out, stretching her limbs for a moment before shifting her gaze onto the inn. She felt a bit of excitement pulse through her at the thought of doing interviews. Once they made their decisions on musicians and food, they'd be one step closer to putting together this party.
Oh boy xD
I'm thinking next time Cedric might squeeze himself in so that should be fun lol
I'm thinking next time Cedric might squeeze himself in so that should be fun lol
Penelope returned his affectionate look and nodded her head. "I love you too, Collin. Good luck with your lessons." she said as stood up. The knight was just about to turn to walk away but paused to look back at him as another thought crossed her mind. "Oh and be sure to start thinking of a guest list! Maybe you and Naida can start putting that together sometime." she added, flashing one last smile before turning and heading off. She made her way out of the Great Hall, feeling a bit better than when she had first walked in.
Liz's efforts to seduce Crow were not as worrisome for the knight as they had been earlier. For now at least. Though she wasn't particularly pleased with having to sit through what she considered to be a slur of insults, it was surely a big miscalculation on Liz's part. Their relationship aside, Crow had made it clear that he was upset with Elizabeth, meaning the chances of anything happening were rather slim. Was it pathetic for her to still let such paranoia get to her? Probably. Logically, the knight knew she was being ridiculous. Crow deserved more than her worrying about the small chance of him being unfaithful just because they weren't able to be together yet. However, no matter how many times she told herself that, it didn't stop her from feeling a bit relieved now knowing that Elizabeth would have to do a lot of damage control before the viceroy's frustration with her died down.
Trying not to focus on it, she instead focused on the task at ahead. The party. As she stepped out into the courtyard, her gaze almost immediately fell on the wagon that was waiting by the front gates. The familiar figure of Oliver stood near the opening in the back, waiting patiently, while his wife had her usual impatient scowl. Picking up her pace, the knight hurried over to join them, dipping her head in greeting.
"Sorry, Woke up a bit late." she said as she reached them.
Dimia clicked her tongue disapprovingly before turning her head away. "Let's just get going. I don't want us to be late." she grumbled before moving to climb up into the back of the wagon. Oliver assisted her up before offering his help to Penelope as well.
Penelope gave him a curt nod before stepping up into the back of the wagon. She glanced around at the rather empty space. Since they would only be traveling for a short period of time and staying at an inn, they had little need for too many supplies. Still, as she sat down across from the couple, she couldn't help but wish the space didn't feel so empty. It certainly made the silence that fell over the group a bit more uncomfortable for the knight. She shifted her gaze away to watch their surroundings as they left the castle.
Liz's efforts to seduce Crow were not as worrisome for the knight as they had been earlier. For now at least. Though she wasn't particularly pleased with having to sit through what she considered to be a slur of insults, it was surely a big miscalculation on Liz's part. Their relationship aside, Crow had made it clear that he was upset with Elizabeth, meaning the chances of anything happening were rather slim. Was it pathetic for her to still let such paranoia get to her? Probably. Logically, the knight knew she was being ridiculous. Crow deserved more than her worrying about the small chance of him being unfaithful just because they weren't able to be together yet. However, no matter how many times she told herself that, it didn't stop her from feeling a bit relieved now knowing that Elizabeth would have to do a lot of damage control before the viceroy's frustration with her died down.
Trying not to focus on it, she instead focused on the task at ahead. The party. As she stepped out into the courtyard, her gaze almost immediately fell on the wagon that was waiting by the front gates. The familiar figure of Oliver stood near the opening in the back, waiting patiently, while his wife had her usual impatient scowl. Picking up her pace, the knight hurried over to join them, dipping her head in greeting.
"Sorry, Woke up a bit late." she said as she reached them.
Dimia clicked her tongue disapprovingly before turning her head away. "Let's just get going. I don't want us to be late." she grumbled before moving to climb up into the back of the wagon. Oliver assisted her up before offering his help to Penelope as well.
Penelope gave him a curt nod before stepping up into the back of the wagon. She glanced around at the rather empty space. Since they would only be traveling for a short period of time and staying at an inn, they had little need for too many supplies. Still, as she sat down across from the couple, she couldn't help but wish the space didn't feel so empty. It certainly made the silence that fell over the group a bit more uncomfortable for the knight. She shifted her gaze away to watch their surroundings as they left the castle.
It helped cx
True lol she's not going to be coming back from that xD although I imagine she's going to try really hard to lol
True lol she's not going to be coming back from that xD although I imagine she's going to try really hard to lol
Though the knight had been pretty sure he didn't mind her scars, there was a bit of relief in hearing him saying it aloud. She smiled at him as he assured her that he thought her beautiful regardless of scars. It was enough to put Penelope at ease. After all, she didn't really care what some other men thought. Knowing Crow thought that way of her, was more than enough for the knight, since his opinion was really the only one that mattered about such a topic. As he traced his thumb over her hand, the knight cast him a grateful look. She wished she could close the distance between them. After getting a bit worked up, she wanted nothing more than to take comfort in his touch. However, she supposed holding his hand underneath the table was just going to have to be enough for now.
At his joke, Penelope cracked a smile and gave a small chuckle. "I guess so." she said amusedly. Her smile faded slightly and she let out a long sigh. "Gods I can't wait to have to quit hiding like this... The longer it goes on the more issues that seem to pop up." Penelope muttered with a small shake of her head. "I just hope that after this party, everything falls into place."
At the mention of it, the knight glanced towards the window, realizing she needed to meet up with Dimia and Oliver soon. The couple was likely readying for their trip to Bexley by now and it was only a matter of time before they would end up waiting on her. She was a bit reluctant to leave, especially since the two had just gotten free of Liz's foul company, but she knew she had to. Penelope ate up her last bite of food and turned back to Crow with a half hearted smile. "I better get going. I'm sure I've got quite the day ahead of me."
At his joke, Penelope cracked a smile and gave a small chuckle. "I guess so." she said amusedly. Her smile faded slightly and she let out a long sigh. "Gods I can't wait to have to quit hiding like this... The longer it goes on the more issues that seem to pop up." Penelope muttered with a small shake of her head. "I just hope that after this party, everything falls into place."
At the mention of it, the knight glanced towards the window, realizing she needed to meet up with Dimia and Oliver soon. The couple was likely readying for their trip to Bexley by now and it was only a matter of time before they would end up waiting on her. She was a bit reluctant to leave, especially since the two had just gotten free of Liz's foul company, but she knew she had to. Penelope ate up her last bite of food and turned back to Crow with a half hearted smile. "I better get going. I'm sure I've got quite the day ahead of me."
Penelope got a little insecure once she left xD
I definitely didn't think she would lol
I definitely didn't think she would lol
Penelope was unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes as Elizabeth broke the silence, noticing how she was acting upset. The knight doubted she actually was. If anything, the noblewoman was just trying to redeem herself after her plan to drag Penelope down in front of Crow had greatly back fired. Even her apology was rather backhanded in Penelope's opinion. She made it sound like the knight didn't care about her appearance. While there may have been some truth in there, Penelope did make some kind of effort but she certainly did hold the same standards of beauty that this woman claimed to.
Wanting nothing more to do with the conversation, the knight focused her attention to her food, eating a bit faster than usual just to keep herself from saying anything else that was on her mind about Liz. However, it seemed she wouldn't have to deal with her for as long as she thought. Penelope glanced up from her meal with thinly veiled surprise as she heard Crow advise the other woman to leave. She had been expecting him to just go along with the subject change to avoid any suspicion. While perhaps the move was a bit risky on Crow's part, the knight couldn't help but feel a wave of relief as Liz got up to leave.
She watched the other woman exit the Great Hall and let out a small breath. Next to her, she heard Crow do the same and looked over at him as he apologized. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault." she assured him then gave a small shrug. "Well, I'm certainly pissed." Penelope admitted, clenching her jaw as she replayed Elizabeth's harsh words over in her head. The knight shook her head at the thought.
"Gods I can't stand her." she growled quietly. "First she tries to threaten me and now this... I've had people give me odd looks because of my scar before but certainly never anything like that. I mean gods, it's not even that bad." Penelope touched her hand to her face tracing lightly over the blemish. Perhaps Elizabeth's words had bothered her a little more than she cared to admit, especially considering her previous worries. Now that her initial anger had faded a bit, she thought more on what the other woman had said. While she knew her scars didn't change the way Crow felt about her, she had to wonder if he prefered her without them. At least the obvious one on her face. She felt like she knew the answer but her feeling of unease about Liz made her a bit uncertain.
The knight shifted a bit nervously and looked over to Crow. "It doesn't need make up to hide it... Right?" she asked quietly.
Wanting nothing more to do with the conversation, the knight focused her attention to her food, eating a bit faster than usual just to keep herself from saying anything else that was on her mind about Liz. However, it seemed she wouldn't have to deal with her for as long as she thought. Penelope glanced up from her meal with thinly veiled surprise as she heard Crow advise the other woman to leave. She had been expecting him to just go along with the subject change to avoid any suspicion. While perhaps the move was a bit risky on Crow's part, the knight couldn't help but feel a wave of relief as Liz got up to leave.
She watched the other woman exit the Great Hall and let out a small breath. Next to her, she heard Crow do the same and looked over at him as he apologized. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault." she assured him then gave a small shrug. "Well, I'm certainly pissed." Penelope admitted, clenching her jaw as she replayed Elizabeth's harsh words over in her head. The knight shook her head at the thought.
"Gods I can't stand her." she growled quietly. "First she tries to threaten me and now this... I've had people give me odd looks because of my scar before but certainly never anything like that. I mean gods, it's not even that bad." Penelope touched her hand to her face tracing lightly over the blemish. Perhaps Elizabeth's words had bothered her a little more than she cared to admit, especially considering her previous worries. Now that her initial anger had faded a bit, she thought more on what the other woman had said. While she knew her scars didn't change the way Crow felt about her, she had to wonder if he prefered her without them. At least the obvious one on her face. She felt like she knew the answer but her feeling of unease about Liz made her a bit uncertain.
The knight shifted a bit nervously and looked over to Crow. "It doesn't need make up to hide it... Right?" she asked quietly.
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