"Like a fair compromise," Yseult pronounces it, even if Rosana is less convinced. She brushes fingertips across Darras's lips and uncurls legs from the windowsill, sliding to her feet in the narrow space in front of him. A kiss is pressed to his cheek as she steps past. "Be careful on the roof."
She is true to her plan, curling up in their bed atop the covers but with the spare quilt pulled up to her shoulder, Rosana making herself comfortable at Yseult's feet. She is still asleep when he comes in from his chores but rouses after a few minutes, combing a hand through loose hair and wrapping an arm around Darras from behind as he washes up. Lunch is a low-effort tray of sliced bread and cheese with some preserves and cider from the cellar carried out onto a blanket in the grass, along with a book of Nevarran folktales. The sun is warm but soft, the sky dappled with clouds, the span of taller grass between them and the cliff's edge riffled by the breeze.
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Date: 2022-01-30 04:20 am (UTC)She is true to her plan, curling up in their bed atop the covers but with the spare quilt pulled up to her shoulder, Rosana making herself comfortable at Yseult's feet. She is still asleep when he comes in from his chores but rouses after a few minutes, combing a hand through loose hair and wrapping an arm around Darras from behind as he washes up. Lunch is a low-effort tray of sliced bread and cheese with some preserves and cider from the cellar carried out onto a blanket in the grass, along with a book of Nevarran folktales. The sun is warm but soft, the sky dappled with clouds, the span of taller grass between them and the cliff's edge riffled by the breeze.