To quell the tempest softly
Even though the Harvest Festival was over, Cora had elected to spend another week in her home territory. It was nice to be away from Axilla, and even the modern luxuries of Ukatis' capital city could not compare to the rolling fields and bright skies of her rural home.
It also gave her the opportunity to interact more with the off-world guests who'd come for the festival. Or more particularly, the friends she'd left behind for an arraigned marriage.
It her husband minded his wife's absence, she would deal with his temper later.
Cora had asked Valery to meet her at the stables if she was feeling up to it. She hadn't seen her former Master since her daring rescue from Danton's clutches, a situation that had left the Sword in a weakened state.
Although they hadn't interacted much during the festivities, Cora was relieved to see that Valery was back to her old self—at least from what she could see on the outside. The Force hadn't been giving her as much insight as it usually did, not since her wedding.
Dressed in riding clothes, the Princess waited for Valery while running her hand down the muzzle of a chestnut steed. The horse whinnied softly, to which she grinned.
As much as she appreciated pretty things, it was nice to be out of the corsets and gowns for once.
Valery Noble
It also gave her the opportunity to interact more with the off-world guests who'd come for the festival. Or more particularly, the friends she'd left behind for an arraigned marriage.
It her husband minded his wife's absence, she would deal with his temper later.
Cora had asked Valery to meet her at the stables if she was feeling up to it. She hadn't seen her former Master since her daring rescue from Danton's clutches, a situation that had left the Sword in a weakened state.
Although they hadn't interacted much during the festivities, Cora was relieved to see that Valery was back to her old self—at least from what she could see on the outside. The Force hadn't been giving her as much insight as it usually did, not since her wedding.
Dressed in riding clothes, the Princess waited for Valery while running her hand down the muzzle of a chestnut steed. The horse whinnied softly, to which she grinned.
As much as she appreciated pretty things, it was nice to be out of the corsets and gowns for once.
