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Squidie64
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10-30-2013, 06:53 AM
Percival smiled when the two ladies introduced themselves. They seemed to like each other so far. That was always a plus. Breaking up cat fights was not his specialty. He usually ended up making them worse. Percival set Rosie on the ground to cease her constantly squirming. She instantly became interested in a bug crawling on the ground. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, not understanding her fascination with bugs, but he was grateful, at least, that she wasn't touching it. Or worse, trying to eat it.
Percival was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a commotion nearby. There was another procession coming through the streets. Percival's brow knit and he rose up onto his toes to get a better look over the crowd. He smirked. "Well, well, fancy seeing you here," he muttered, mostly to himself.
The procession wasn't very large, nor highly decorated. At the head was a woman, surprisingly enough. She was dressed in a manner that matches the picture on the chat page in its varying shades of greens and browns. Her pale blonde hair fluttered in the slight breeze and her blue eyes swept over the crowd. A name was being called through the crowd as she rode in with her servants and companions. It was Ildri.
Ildri was the daughter of Henrik, leader of most of northern Scotland. Their banner was hated by some due to the forceful way Henrik came into power. He wasn't exactly beloved by his people. Ildri didn't seem to care when the occasional curse was thrown her way. .....More than likely because she didn't understand it. Ildri was terrible when it came to the common tongue.
Her procession approached the small group of nobles and their children as they headed for the camp ground. Ildri seemed to spot Percival and gave him a short nod. Her eyes quickly scanned over the two women, Phaedra and Alexstrasza, but she didn't give them any sort of 'look.' Her expression was entirely neutral. She seemed nice enough, sort of.
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