Anti-OTP: Gabrielle/Zara

[rareradiance]

Gabrielle is feeling bored, and perhaps a little lonely, so she fills a basket with a pot of chocolate and some good bread baked by Miz Deliverance. She puts on one of the dresses Zara made her, and with her basket and a bag of her fanmaking things, makes her way through the woods to the dressmaker's door. She knocks.

Comments

[russet_goddess]

She lucks out, in that Zara is actually there; Zara spends far more of her time underground these days. But by chance she's there, and she gets up and opens the door for Gabrielle, peering out.

[rareradiance]

"I've come to impose on you," says Gabrielle, with a smile. "I hope you don't mind." And she offers her basket.

[russet_goddess]

She raises her eyebrows, but steps away from the door. "Come in, then."

[rareradiance]

"It's been dull," she explains, entering and looking for a place to set her basket. "I thought it might be nice to -- well, to speak with someone else who makes things."