accio x snow

[Berenice.]

will spice this up later! Read along if you wish!

[accio.]

It was a bright day, the sun high in the sky and casting warmth all over the kingdom, accompanied by the humidity of a looming storm, the clouds far off in the distance. It was more of perfect day than anything, much better than the rain they'd been getting lately, which had prohibited the prince from completing his regular tasks. It hadn't been too much of a bother for him, considering he didn't always have the energy or interest to practice swinging a sword or copying hundred year old words, or running around and doing God knows what to keep him busy. More importantly, that rain had kept him from doing what he was doing now — climbing over the lowest part of the garden wall, another boy on the other side waiting for him. "Did you forget how to climb jagged stones, Theo?" the boy called, a teasing tone to his words as he watched his friend struggle over the wall. "I didn't forget, they've just gotten loose. And you're no help! I'm the prince, shouldn't you be hoisting me over this wall?" He grunted, finally flinging his leg over the edge and letting himself drop to the ground below. The grass was still a bit squishy, though it was mostly just wet dirt. Theodore wiped a hand over his forehead, pushing loose hairs back and then started down the worn path around the outerwall that lead towards the village. "It's been a few days, I'm sure the vendors have got some things to sell. I'm sure the produce will be good enough with all the rain!" Theodore called to Raulf, the other, boy catching up to him. Theodore had ditched his finer clothes, wearing some of Raulf's. They were a bit small, fit snuggly on him, but they helped him blend in with the people who lived down the hill from the castle. "I think that some of those men who duel are going to be in the square today. That'll be entertaining," Raulf suggested, running a hand through his own dark, curly hair. The two made their way down to the square, careful to not be noticed slipping out of their spot in the thin tree line before making their way into the crowd. It was busy and a bit crowded, something Theodore tended to forget. But all was well, as he found a vendor selling apples, buying one for both him and Raulf before they weaved their way around people to the town center, it becoming apparent that what Raulf had mentioned was true. Things were being set up as a crude ring, just a place where people, mostly men, could give a bit of entertainment and duel each other with wooden weapons (or real, depending on how serious they were), or even just taking some time to wrestle around. It was all good fun to Theodore, and he enjoyed how people laughed and watched with glee. "Seems like they're still setting up. We could go else where for the moment. Perhaps the pub? I wouldn't mind a drink or two." he said, beginning to leave the crowd of people. He'd just stepped out of the mass when he crashed into someone, letting out a gasp of surprise and immediately reached out to grab whoever it was. "So sorry!" He said quickly, offering an apologetic smile to the girl he'd run into.

((I hope this is alright! There's no need to write as much as that, just as much as you can get out, even more if you like !!))

[Berenice.]

The morning may not have started out as great for Lana as everybody else. The town was a lot busier than usual due to the duals being set up for entertainment. She had never understood the entertainment that had come out of them and it made her daily tasks increasingly difficult. Crowds weren’t her favourite, which was simply unfortunate. It also didn’t help that Lana had a bit of a temper. Bumping and knocking into people was a common struggle, exactly what drove Lana a little bit mad. It was like she was invisible to most. The first thing she had on the list were to buy fresh food. Surprisingly, she was rather independent. Her atttiude and her priorities usually said otherwise, but she had always preferred to do things for herself rather than relying on other people, most of them incompetent anyway. Just as Lana thought everything was going steadily before going through the battle of the largest portion of the crowd, Lana crashed into a taller figure. “Watch where you’re going! I must be invisible!” Lana exclaimed rudely, but took a breath and mentally told herself to calm down as it was a clear accident. She smoothed out her clothes, not the prettiest dress but not rags either, and tucked a few loose strands of light brown hair behind her ear. “I suppose it’s alright. I would just like to get things done before the storm looks any closer.”

[accio.]

Theodore was a bit surprised at the woman snapping at him, eyes widening. He wasn't used to that, to say the least.
The most he got snapped at was when he did something stupid in the castle and got onto about it. No one had really
yelled at him in that before. Raulf wasn't used to that either. As calm as he was about this whole thing, he still felt
that the prince should be treated with some form of respect. So before he could possibly open his mouth, Theodore
shot him a glance. "Not invisible, just below the eye line," He teased, letting go of her shoulders. He gave her a once
over, more just eyeing her clothing and the aggravated look on her face. He looked up towards the sky, wrinkling his
nose at the sight of the dark storm clouds that had gotten closer. "Another storm, huh? You'd think we'd gotten enough
rain. Perhaps the local witch has done something to put a curse on our poor little village, huh?" He mused, hands on
his hips as he turned his gaze back to Lana, the apple still in one hand. "Need any help? It's the least I could do to make
up for spoiling your mood." He offered, not giving Raulf attention as he grunted at that, obviously not wanting to do
anything of the sort. The other man could stand missing a few rounds of the entertainment while they helped the lady
— if she accepted it.

[Berenice.]

He obviously seemed to be a bit taken back by her response to him. People usually just brushed it off and continued walking, so she was equally as surprised as he stopped and offered help. But his little joke plastered the scowl back onto her face. “Oh, you’re so original.” Her calm breathing was thrown straight down the gutter and she simply didn’t care to show any sort of kindness after being teased. Lana had plenty of that on a daily basis by family members and certainly didn’t need it from strangers. “I don’t want any help from people like you. With that, your friend over there can breathe a sigh of relief because he doesn’t seem to pleased to be stuck talking to me anyway.” Lana found standing up for herself a very common act. You’d think that in a town like hers, everybody would get along, but there were many feuds, rumours and way too much drama. She guessed it was simply entertainment for those who had nothing better to do. “Now, if you’d please get out of my way, I have things to do. You’re wasting my time.” In all honesty, she didn’t intend to sound as rude as she did. She was raised in quite drama filled family. Everybody in her household argued about the simplest of things; who forgot to feed the stray cat that wanders around their front door? Who hadn’t said good morning to the neighbors? Things that really shouldn’t interrupt with daily life, but somehow manage to cause disputes throughout the day. That’s where she got her defensive attitude from.

[accio.]

"I like to think I am. Never heard anybody else say my jokes before me," he grinned, raising the apple to take a bite from it. The little scowl on her face was amusing, though he was certain he shouldn't push his limits with how far he could joke. "People like me? Oh, sweetheart I'm sure you would," he joked again, earning a nudge from Raulf. Of course, he'd sincerely meant that by the fact he was the prince, though it was more of a joke just to amuse himself if anything. "Raulf doesn't like talking to anyone, he just tolerates me because he has to." This made the guy next to him grunt again, rolling his eyes. "Alright, alright, don't get yourself in a twist. I'll let you get to your things before the rain comes to soil your mood further." he told her, hand help up defensively. "Come on, Raulf, I say will still go get a drink. It'd be funnier to watch the men fight when drunk," He chuckled, letting Lana pass them before he started off. He turned a bit to watch after her, slowing his walk. "She's interesting..." He murmured, Raulf grabbing his arm. "Don't think about it, Theodore. It won't end well for you, and you can't tell her who you are!" He warned, Theodore waving the man's words off, handing him the apple. He made a move to follow Lana, his long legs catching him up to her with ease, "What's your name?" He asked, curious. She was interesting to him, only in the sense that he didn't actually talk much to women outside of those in the castle — chambermaids and those who kept up with his mother, the cooks and royal ladies' help and all. But he'd known all those women for a while, even the younger ones he grew up with...and none were as interesting as this girl.

[Berenice.]

Once letting her past, Lana quickly made her way to where she needed to be, practically shoving people out of her way at this point. She had already wasted too much time and she hated being caught out in the rain. However, Lana let out an exaggerated eye roll at the sound of his voice once again. Could he not see that she didn’t have time to chat right now? Either way, Lana didn’t want to come across as any ruder than she already had done. It wouldn’t be the best idea to be making anymore enemies. Admittedly, Lana didn’t mind him. His jokes were different as not many people had a sense of humour. But her time to talk was short and she knew that if she didn’t get back home in time, then she’d get the entirety of the blame. Without looking at him, she answered his question: “Lana Thorp. And yours? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. But I can’t stop and talk. I’ve got a lot to do.” She replied whilst buying some of the food she was sent to get.

[accio.]

He was persistent, he'd admit that, but she'd caught his eye and now he was entirely too curious about the woman. But he wouldn't take up too much of her time. "Lana...That's nice. I'm Tee," He told her, glancing back at Raulf, who was following behind him, seemingly disinterested in the act of Theodore getting himself caught up in something he probably shouldn't. "I'm sure you've seen me around, just never noticed. Lots of people here," He chirped, gingerly giving her a pat on the shoulder. "I'll see you around then, Lana. If you need help with anything, I'll be at your beck and call. Perhaps we can get a drinks sometime? It'd be on me!" He slowed his pace and allowed her to move ahead of him, the man taking a few steps back and rejoining his friend. "Come on then, we're going to miss the entertainment!" He hooked his arm with the other man's, pulling him back towards the crowd. They had enjoyed themselves, both pushing the disgruntled woman to the back of their minds to have a little fun. It was well needed after Theodore had been locked up in the castle for days. The two were strolling through the streets, listening to the aimless chatter of the villagers around them when rain started to drop slowly from the sky. "Don't think we have time to make it back, do we?" Theodore mused, looking up towards the sky. "'Spose not, let's just find somewhere dry for now." There were plenty of places to slip into — it was a large village, and though the square held a majority of the big shops and the inn and pub, there were little ones scattered about. They slipped into the baker's shop, the building warm and smelled delightful. It would be a fine enough place to stay until the rain let up, which had started to pour now.

[Berenice.]

Lana was hesitant to answer, mainly because people rarely asked to spend more time with her. Time was usually the issue. “Oh, sure, I guess?” She shrugged, then continued her jobs.
Later that day, Lana had returned home. Funnily enough, her family owned the baker’s shop they had both taken refuge in. It was completely a family run business and had been for years. She managed to fetch all of the ingredients they had run out of and it had taken a lot longer than usual due to the growing crowd for the duals. Hearing the door, Lana turned to see that ‘Tee’ and Raulf had made their way inside, surprised she actually saw them again. She decided to continue working and packed the rest of the ingredients away, whilst her brother and her father were busy baking goods for the following day. She was almost hoping Tee and Raulf hadn’t noticed her as they had wasted enough time of her day.

[accio.]

”Annabelle is probably running around like a chicken with her head cut off looking for me.” Theodore murmured, pulling the ribbon from his hair and let it down to run his fingers through, shaking out the light brown locks. “Most likely. Don’t know how you’re going to explain where you were when you turn up completely soaked.” Rails chuckeled, glancing around the bakery. It was a cozy little place, obviously well kept up, and the two bakers he saw didn’t seem to mind them being in there. He paused when he spotted Lana though, glancing at Theodore. Perfect.... “Say, Raulf, why don’t we get some bread while we’re here, maybe it’s appease the blasted maid when we — Look who it is!” He was in the process of pulling his hair back up when he spotted lana, finishing tying a knot in the ribbon and moved toward the counter. “Get all your errands done then?” he grinned at her, leaning against the counter. “Escaped the rain, too!” Raulf moved beside him, but was more focused on the baked goods he could possibly get.