[OOM] Eiattu - Palace Roof

[fighting_mad]

Plourr likes this small section of the palace roof. It's quiet, for one thing, and it's flat which means that walking on it isn't too dangerous, but most importantly, she's never seen another soul up here. Solitude's getting hard to come by.

She slips off her shoes and makes her way past the glass of one of the Grand Hall's skylights, bare feet contrasting sharply with the formality of her clothes. She sets the shoes down and sits at the edge of the roof, letting her feet swing out into space. The courtyard is far, far below, but Plourr is a pilot; heights have never bothered her. She watches the capital city spread out before her. Her city. It's looking better; after nearly a month of work, it's becoming difficult to see signs of the fighting that had taken place. Most buildings have been rebuilt, the streets cleaned up, debris removed.

Still, Eiattu is not entirely healed. Plourr knows that.

She sits quietly, leaning back on her hands, and watches the sun set over the city and the jungle beyond.

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[fighting_mad]

She ducks her head and finally lets herself silently laugh a little, now that he can't see her.

"Okay," she says. "See you in the morning, bright and early. There's that meeting with-- someone." Plourr is terrible at keeping track of her own schedule.

[eiattu_pride]

It's a sign of just how distracted and embarressed he is that he doesn't remember either.

"Of course. Good dreams, princess."

Turns and starts to leave.

[fighting_mad]

"Rial." She surprises even herself when she says his name. "Wait." She gets up, brushing herself off and picking up her shoes. "I should probably head down, too."

She takes a few silent steps forward, and this is new ground, really; she doesn't ordinarily seek out his company. He finds her. But this is a day for changes, and, well. They really are betrothed now. It's slightly scary, but-- not a terrible thought.

And so her question is a little quiet. "Would you mind the company?"

[eiattu_pride]

He stops, and turns back. Watches her.

"I suppose not, no."

And he's almost surprised to find that he's telling the truth.

[fighting_mad]

She folds her arms, shoes and all. "You suppose not?"

[eiattu_pride]

"It depends," and he's almost smiling again, "on who the company is."

[fighting_mad]

She involuntarily starts to smile a little and she picks her way across the roof to him. She looks up at him (and, okay, future-husband or not and good man or not, she still is annoyed that he's taller than her), and says, "I was thinking ... me."

[eiattu_pride]

"Ohhhh. Then I'll have to think on that. Can I get back to you?"

He's grinning down at her.

[fighting_mad]

:O!

"Rial Pernon, you--" She scowls darkly at him, arms crossed indignantly over her chest again. "You are a royal pain in the ass."

But she is a little amused.

[eiattu_pride]

"It's a fault, I know."

Shrugs, makes a show of looking around.

"Well, I don't think anyone else is likely to need my time. Walk with me?"

[fighting_mad]

"I don't know if I want to, now," she grumbles, but she drops her arms, shoes dangling from one hand. She heads for the door to the rooftop, beyond which will be a rarely-used spiral staircase, but she leaves room at her side.

[eiattu_pride]

He falls into step next to her.

"You cut me deeply."

[fighting_mad]

"You," she says dryly, looking up at the sky a moment and feeling off to once again see no stars, "cut me deeply first. I'm entitled."

[eiattu_pride]

"Revenge?"

Well, he wouldn't put it past her.

"What do you like, Plourr?"

[fighting_mad]

She pauses with her hand on the old-fashioned doorknob, looking back at him quizzically. "What?"

[eiattu_pride]

"What do you like? I feel like I don't know much about you."

Shrugs.

"Hobbies, favourite foods, holos..."

[fighting_mad]

Every time she thinks she's got him figured out, he throws her for a loop. She smiles and opens the door, slipping through and holding it behind herself for him. "I'm partial to Corellian food; it's what comes of having lived or flown with a few of them. Holos," she makes a face, "I don't have much use for. And hobbies? Flying, mostly." Her grin turns over-large. "Bar fights. Breaking people's arms."

Eiattu really does have a ... unique princess on its hands.

[eiattu_pride]

He smiles, nods his thanks, and enters. Suppresses a brief annoyance at being inside and therefore fair game for any random political.

"I see. Interesting."

[fighting_mad]

They're probably safe from political intrigue at least as long as they're on these steps; no one, to the best of Plourr's knowledge, ever comes up here. It's an old staircase, creaky and actually wooden, a rarity even in the opulence of the palace. It's dusty as all hell, too.

She sneezes, descending with her hand on the railing. "What about you?" she calls back over her shoulder.

[eiattu_pride]

He brushes at dust that's getting caught in his moustache.

"I've a weakness for sweets, actually. And fresh fruit, but I'm not one for anything really rich. Holos, can't really think of any, and hobbies? Flying, I suppose. I'm somewhat fond of hunting. And I like to paint."

[fighting_mad]

"You paint?" she asks in surprise, nearing the dark bottom of the staircase and slowing up to feel her way down. "What do you paint?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Just whatever."

He's blushing again.

"Watercolor."

[fighting_mad]

"You'll have to show me sometime," she says, and then-- Ow.

So maybe going barefoot in the palace wasn't the best idea she's ever had.

She forgets herself. "Fuck!"

[eiattu_pride]

He blinks. Fuck?

"Princess? Are you alright?"

[fighting_mad]

"Kriffing son of a bi--" She cuts herself off and gropes along the wall for the switch that will turn on the staircase's one measly little glowpanel. There it is; she slaps it and the solitary light buzzes to life. "Yeah, I'm fine," she says disgustedly, sitting down on a step and lifting her foot to her knee. "I stepped on something."