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[dynast_queen]

WHO: young!Ashelia, open!
WHAT: After surviving a day or two on the streets, Ashelia is about to give up the ghost.
WHERE: Near the docks!
WHEN: Sunset

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[bitchin_beanie]

It was too early to be out, and Jan was not having a real good time of it. But, fuck, he was hungry and home was boring. So here he was, strolling the streets and looking for something amusing. If he had to he'd hit up the blood fountain in the jungle for dinner, but he hated to think he'd gotten that tame.

He was just about to resign himself to life as a boring-ass old fart when something decidedly familiar caught his eye. Someone decidedly familiar, actually. He paused, took a second look, and grinned.

He'd swallowed the grin by the time he crouched down in front of Ashelia, long limbs carelessly arranged and an almost pleasant smile in place. She didn't recognize him, after all. She was only of those fuckers that'd gone younger. He could definitely see this being fun.

"Sup, girlie?"

[dynast_queen]

Ashelia was definitely startled when Jan addressed here, that much was easy to see. What wasn't easy to see was the absolute terror she was in. Her hand went to the handle of an old, rusty kitchen knife she had found in a pile of trash near the reconstruction area.

"Stay back!" She scuttled away from the man, her arm shaking with fatigue already. "Leave me be!"

[bitchin_beanie]

Aw, come on. He went and broke out one of his few not psychopathic-looking grins, and that was the thanks he got? A stay back, like he was some mangy fucking dog?

Well, he'd gotten worse. So he shrugged it off, lessened the smile a little, and raised a 'don't shoot' hand.

"Sure, if you want." Like it'd be that easy. "Just figured I'd say hi, and all that. Ashelia, right?"

...Christ, it was harder than he thought it'd be to back off on the cursing.

[dynast_queen]

Ashe's eyebrows furrowed. It was hard to think with her head this fuzzy. She fixed her dress with one hand, keeping strong(ish) hold of the knife with her other.

"You...you know me. Are you one of those responsible for bringing me here?" She rubbed at her eyes with her free hand now, trying to concentrate on what this could mean. It means she wasn't the only one at fault. Maybe she was tricked, or blackmailed, or strong-armed into it...

"What do you want?"

[solidor_heir]

The large amount of bills that kept appearing in their household were a novelty of which Larsa had grown tired. Initially he had tried to locate the source of such bills to extract answers as to why they were being billed- but the disappearance of a fellow Monarch halted such activities.

Having never met the Monarch in her younger years, Larsa being much too young himself, he relied on his imagination to fabricate an image of Ashelia. After asking around, he was finally pointed towards a little alley nestled in the Market District.

"Your Majesty?" He called, hoping his recognition of her title would spark at least basic trust.

[rosereddaughter]

Bridget sat on one of the stacks of empty boxes lining the street with her hood well up and over her head. She was watching the alley with an air of amusement when a young man started towards it calling for Ashelia. Her head turned so that pale blue eyes could examine the male with interest. Young, well-dressed and proper and with the sense of purpose one had when looking for someone familiar. Interesting...

"If you are looking for Ashelia, Jan is trying to lure her out for some food at the moment." Bridget tugged the hood back a little bit more since the sun was almost gone, and certainly not shining in the area anymore. She was ready to pull it back up again at the first trace of burning though. Too bad she was stuck looking like a preteen yet again! "Do you know her?"

[solidor_heir]

"Jan?" For all his regal upbringing, the boy still failed to mask the displeasure on his face at the mention of that name. "Then I must hurry and prevent him from such mischief."

Larsa fidgeted, distracted as he gazed into the alleyway once more.
"Yes, she is...an enemy and an ally also." The Heir answered, voice trailing. Realizing how rude it must have seemed, he turned his full attention to the young lady speaking to him.

"I do beg your pardon," he apologized, "Ashelia is the Queen of Dalmasca, a country my Empire is at odds with; however we both seek peace for our people and thus are allies."

"I am Larsa Solidor." The boy introduced himself, offering his hand.

[rosereddaughter]

Bridget caught the expression of distaste and noted that away for later. Jan didn't seem to have many people who actually liked him. Not that she could really blame them since he'd gone on a fairly public killing spree before, and his crude words didn't endear him to anyone who hadn't grown up by the docks. But he was starting to grow on her just a little. She hopped down from her perch just as the sun finished setting and left the over-sized cloak behind. She was in dressed in a frilly black dress and a pair of sandals, obviously something just thrown together rather suddenly but somehow suited her oddly adult mannerisms

Hopefully I can do this now!

[danceofrapture]

Penelo had a bundle of tasty, Rabanastran food tucked under one arm as she made her way down to the docks. She didn't like the idea of Ashe running around alone at any age- let alone as a girl younger than herself. She scribbled a quick note to Ashe on the journals and perched herself atop a post to wait.

Totally!

[dynast_queen]

Princess Ashelia found Penelo easily enough. She didn't look quite as ragged as when Jan found her, but she was definitely not at the confort level she was used to.

"Penelo..?" The young woman looked up at her fellow Dalmascan, or who she thought was her countryman.

[danceofrapture]

Wow, she was adorable. Who knew the regal Princess Ashelia had cute, rounded cheeks and a dainty little nose? Penelo fought to keep herself from dissolving into giggles.

"Hello, Princess. I brought you some baklava. And horchata."

Penelo laid the little spread on top of a barrel for her to eat- the baklava dumplings lined up in cute rows, and the horchata in a hot thermos. The girl gestured to the other.

"Please, have a seat."

[dynast_queen]

Though Ashelia didn't look too impressed with their surroundings, she hunkered down and started to eat and drink. "This is quite good. Did you make this yourself? You would be welcome in the palace's kitchens, to be sure."