[ota] stretching out

[theacethatmatters]

There was no 'business' excuse for Julien to take Padraig out today, but there was something to be said for letting the horse open up into a gallop out in the open fields of the Deck. There's something to be said for just...getting out of the Castle, even for one as tied to it as Julien is.

And if their gallop takes them close in to Town so it seems reasonable to slow to an ambling pace to let the horse cool off as they ride through the streets toward something warm to drink before they head back to the Castle? So much the better.

[ooc: Catch him if you're out riding too, or if you see him and Padraig 'ambling' down the street, or in the stables on the way out or when they return. :)]

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[headfollowheart]

Those harsh measures could just as easily make the situation worse - or just refocus it - but Zoe's knowledge of the workings of politics and war was and always be skewed towards the theoretical.

It doesn't even really occur her to think about the measures necessary, not right now, and she shrugs a little. "It's gone further than it ever has before, that I know of."

[theacethatmatters]

"Then perhaps those involved won't care to step over the line."

Look how well he refrained from saying that if it was really going to go further, they'd have to assassinate a couple of Royals.

"As long as the rest of us do our part to discourage infractions. From both parties."

[headfollowheart]

She's not a fool. She knows that if they've escalated to attacking people - like her, like Tess, like Leigh - then murder will be next.

And since the root of this seems to be the Outsiders that are Faces, it seems logical that it would be someone like Elisha or Katya who was attacked. She doubts either would be successful. Elisha used to train Hadyn. She's seen what he can do, and she knows her Queen's reputation.

She slants a look at Julien, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'm certainly not encouraging them," she says dryly. "I'd like to walk in Town without worrying so much about whether someone might be waiting in an alley."

[theacethatmatters]

"Yes," he says, slanting a look back over at her and her fading bruises. "I imagine you would. Are you looking for an escort back to the castle then?"

Though probably Sirona is escort enough.

[headfollowheart]

There's a flash of irritation in her eyes - a flash that only shows when her husband's mandated bodyguard is too difficult to shake. "I don't think it's necessary," she said blandly. "I imagine that someone's waiting at the stables."

Hasse, possibly, or maybe Victor instead. He'd kept closer since that night.