[Blanche has never been one to sleep easily, but thankfully if nothing else, she's quiet about it. Even as she likely wakes up a few times in the night due to nightmares; never once screaming or anything of the like, just waking up with a sigh and closing her eyes again. The nightmares have always been something she's dealt with, but what happened to the castle is what's plaguing her now. What would happen if she died, if Alaric died, if they didn't move--
By the time the next morning comes, Blanche looks the same as usual, though. This has been her normal for quite some time now, and the stone-faced queen has better things to focus on than her nightmares.
Namely, supplies. Alaric was right, at the very least; the town's people are more than generous with helping them get supplies, and in a way, Blanche can't help but feel a little guilt. It's something she doesn't express outright, but between the food, the clothing, and everything else they're able to get for the road, they'll be able to make it to Miramas with enough to spare. And if all goes well, perhaps they'll be able to stock up there as well.
(Of course, Blanche does look back towards the way they came, by the time they leave, and the storm is still somehow raging over the castle grounds. It's practically cloaked the entire castle from view, and it's...
Something Blanche isn't going to think about right now.)
Either way, the two of them are on the road again; their path is going to be a long one, since they're taking plenty of caution to hopefully not be detected by this stormy magus. Alaric has the map in hand and has charted out a path for them that will get them there with hopefully few problems. Blanche is at least dressed prepared for the situation, though. Sure, she's gone for the most goth yet noble ensemble possible, and for convenience sake, she's elected to go for pants instead of a skirt for travel purposes, but everyone will know it's her once they see her face. She's sure of that much.
Still, they've certainly got a long ways ahead of them, and the brush is definitely thick enough to cover them. Of course, it's also thick enough to be an inconvenience in multiple fashions; Blanche is pretty sure that some of those leaves are poison ivy, and they'll need to avoid that like the plague. And the bugs...don't get her started on the bugs. If Blanche has to swat away another fly away so help her gods--]
These insects are practically treating us as a beacon... [Blanche doesn't really complain much. Really, she doesn't! But good gods.] Really, you would think they haven't had a meal in weeks with how irritating they're being.
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By the time the next morning comes, Blanche looks the same as usual, though. This has been her normal for quite some time now, and the stone-faced queen has better things to focus on than her nightmares.
Namely, supplies. Alaric was right, at the very least; the town's people are more than generous with helping them get supplies, and in a way, Blanche can't help but feel a little guilt. It's something she doesn't express outright, but between the food, the clothing, and everything else they're able to get for the road, they'll be able to make it to Miramas with enough to spare. And if all goes well, perhaps they'll be able to stock up there as well.
(Of course, Blanche does look back towards the way they came, by the time they leave, and the storm is still somehow raging over the castle grounds. It's practically cloaked the entire castle from view, and it's...
Something Blanche isn't going to think about right now.)
Either way, the two of them are on the road again; their path is going to be a long one, since they're taking plenty of caution to hopefully not be detected by this stormy magus. Alaric has the map in hand and has charted out a path for them that will get them there with hopefully few problems. Blanche is at least dressed prepared for the situation, though. Sure, she's gone for the most goth yet noble ensemble possible, and for convenience sake, she's elected to go for pants instead of a skirt for travel purposes, but everyone will know it's her once they see her face. She's sure of that much.
Still, they've certainly got a long ways ahead of them, and the brush is definitely thick enough to cover them. Of course, it's also thick enough to be an inconvenience in multiple fashions; Blanche is pretty sure that some of those leaves are poison ivy, and they'll need to avoid that like the plague. And the bugs...don't get her started on the bugs. If Blanche has to swat away another fly away so help her gods--]
These insects are practically treating us as a beacon... [Blanche doesn't really complain much. Really, she doesn't! But good gods.] Really, you would think they haven't had a meal in weeks with how irritating they're being.