[ Some average Spring day or another, when Barrow steps off the ferry and onto the docks in Kirkwall, there's someone waiting.
Someone is not Bastien. Someone is a girl, twelve or thirteen at most, with dark hair and eyes, kicking her heels against the shipping crate she's sitting on until the sight of him makes her straighten up and go still. She stays that way for a few seconds, then takes a visibly deep breath and hops off to approach him. ]
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timeasmymeasure
speaking of comeuppance,
Date: 2021-04-01 07:35 pm (UTC)Someone is not Bastien. Someone is a girl, twelve or thirteen at most, with dark hair and eyes, kicking her heels against the shipping crate she's sitting on until the sight of him makes her straighten up and go still. She stays that way for a few seconds, then takes a visibly deep breath and hops off to approach him. ]
Are you Ser Barrow?