The cloak is an utter relief, stubborn and prideful as she is - she'd never ask for it. But it is given right now. A voice that she has to strain to hear, leaning in that slightly as she, in turn, knelt in front of. But a good one, rasping and dry, like the creaking in the leaves, the wind in the forests.
Which is rather secondary that her - wife, she must get used to that word - is frowning at her. Hard not to bite her lip in worry. Had she done something terrible? Shouldn't have declared it so? Made a fool of herself somehow? But the cloak at least mollifies her some. Not so much a fool except about the things that were beyond her control.
With it securely around her shoulders, she rises as she's beckoned. Her fingers light in her hand. At least a little freer in how she gathers up her skirts. Catching them up in one hand to stop herself from falling flat on her face. "Thank you," is the murmur back.
They said she didn't talk much. They said a great deal more, too. But it was a start and that was, she assured herself repeatedly, as much as she could hope for. The rest could be worked out, afterwards as she follows behind her. Even so, she makes sure she affects the role of a new bride as surely as she much, her face turned down, her eyes lowered, the heavy train of her veils falling on the ground as she was lead. Her mother would faint if she didn't, she knows that much, and she had best not show those teeth of yours, girl, for at least a week, they don't want to married they've married a wild animal.
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Which is rather secondary that her - wife, she must get used to that word - is frowning at her. Hard not to bite her lip in worry. Had she done something terrible? Shouldn't have declared it so? Made a fool of herself somehow? But the cloak at least mollifies her some. Not so much a fool except about the things that were beyond her control.
With it securely around her shoulders, she rises as she's beckoned. Her fingers light in her hand. At least a little freer in how she gathers up her skirts. Catching them up in one hand to stop herself from falling flat on her face. "Thank you," is the murmur back.
They said she didn't talk much. They said a great deal more, too. But it was a start and that was, she assured herself repeatedly, as much as she could hope for. The rest could be worked out, afterwards as she follows behind her. Even so, she makes sure she affects the role of a new bride as surely as she much, her face turned down, her eyes lowered, the heavy train of her veils falling on the ground as she was lead. Her mother would faint if she didn't, she knows that much, and she had best not show those teeth of yours, girl, for at least a week, they don't want to married they've married a wild animal.