Slowly Falling

The cold wind tickled her face as she sat down in the comfortable chair. While her face was cold and the wind certainly was nippy, servants made sure that she was comfortably warm beneath all the furs that she wore. It was a pleasant day for the North. She could feel that the sun was warming her face, telling her that it, for once, wasn't cloudly. She could also see, with the minor sight that she had left, that it was quite light outside. It was nice being here in the gardens. She had folded her hands in her lap and just enjoyed the wind and scents of the north. It smelled positively fresh over here and after everything that had happened in Fairview and the Crownlands, she was content with just staying here and heal for a while, all the while her big brother held Aeldun firmly under his control. The loss of their mother left a hole that could never be filled again and still she had trouble eating, fearing that poison might have been slipped again. But otherwise, she was coping. She was doing alright.

Speaking of him.. She raised her head, snapping out of her musings, when she heard footfalls. The way the steps sounded, already made her assume that it was him. She smiled warmly. "Hello Finn, to what do I owe the honour of your visit?" she asked him, smiling. "You certainly chose a nice day to hang out." She sat back again, making herself comfortable.