☈ it all went to my heart, like some rainbows in the dark.

[pinkmoon.livejournal.com]

Who: Ruby Van Alst, MANY PEOPLE to be added as they appear
What: Impromptu enjoyment of the late summer weather
Where: The beach
When: Early afternoon to evening
Notes: N/A
Warnings: N/A

The unrelenting summer sunshine of Baedal is a direct contrast to where Ruby was before, and it's something of a relief. She likes each season equally for her own reasons, but...right now it feels as though she's absorbing the light more than ever, pushing away all the darkness of what she'd done. It lets her float around with the breathless enthusiasm she'd first manifested at the party on her arrival night, and she hasn't really slowed down very much yet.

(At some point there will be coming down, at some point she will have to breathe. But not yet.)

The beach sand is hot, the water is clear, and Ruby is in the process of stripping down to her colorful bandeau bikini. She squints up at the cloud-dotted sky, and stands carefully on the pale blue terrycloth towel she brought with her; eventually she'll make the mad dash across the dry sand to the cooler water, but for now, she is waiting to see who will turn up--there are a few people she expects, but she's open to surprises. Fortunately, it's not exactly hard to find Ruby, given her height and her vibrant hair color.

Comments

[rhinemaid]

"Really? Doesn't royal gratitude usually come with perks?" Perhaps she may be thinking of royal libido, which historically can net you a title or an appointment with the executioner - depending on the monarch and their mood.

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

"That depends on your finds. Although I'm afraid we're all out of golden wreaths at the moment." Norway has unfortunately been lacking in royalty up until the last century, and so he turns to fairy tales (which is only appropriate, and just as interesting).

[rhinemaid]

As she starts wandering away in search of suitable items - shells, pieces of broken glass that the ocean has worn down interestingly, stones, that kind of thing - Ilde tosses back over her shoulder, "We'll negotiate."

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

While Ilde conjures up a list of demands, Asbjørn is quite content to sit there and slide the bucket up carefully to reveal... Success! And then presses down around the top of the sand-shape for castle defences, as well as trace a door.