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[nineteenfortyfive]

Who: Claire Fraser (nineteenfortyfive) & you
What: May things, lots of moping Claire... forgive me.
When: May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): General Outlander warnings.



I. THE MARKET

[Her marriage is in an unpleasant place and she doesn't know how to fix it. Percy is in stasis. Ramsay is back. Theon was, for a brief moment, back in stasis as well, but only returned in a worse state than he was. It's been a lot to contend with on top of being so recently tortured (her her hands remain in gloves as her nails grow back, the last of the damage left), and one afternoon as Claire's in the market, standing before a fruit stand, it all catches up to her.

For someone who urges others to confide in someone, anyone, often herself, she doesn't follow her own advice.

She pushes other shoppers out of the way as she suddenly finds it hard to breathe, hard to keep her eyes from welling with tears, and if she slams into anyone there's no apology as she stumbles out and away.

She stops when she comes to a fountain, gasping and sobbing, a hand clutching at her neck as if there's something suffocating her, chest heaving rapidly. No, nothing physical, just an overwhelming sense of sadness. A sadness that turns into more of a frustrated panic as she tries to calm herself, leaning over the water.]

II. THE TRAIN/FLONA COVE

[Percy did have an affinity for water.

Claire knows she can't watch over Theon 24/7. He needs to stand on his own, and he can, and so Claire takes some hours for herself and heads to the beach. She's always enjoyed train rides. Perhaps she's even in the mood for conversation with whoever happens to sit by her.

At the beach, instead of collapsing on the sand and considering letting the waves wash her away, she takes a stroll, skirts tied up over her knees so she can walk in the small waves without getting drenched.

Now and then she stops to pick up a shell. By the end of it, she's got a hefty collection held in her skirt, and dumps her prizes where she's left her shoes.

Well. Now what to do with them?]

III. STASIS

[She spends more time here than she'd ever admit. She makes it sound like her visits are brief. They're not. On leave from the Sanctuary, she's had a lot of time to simply be.

Today, she stands before her daughter's pod. What she'd give to be able to touch her red hair, or at least feel her skin, make sure it's warm. All she can so is press her hands against the glass.]

Sometimes I think you're luckier, in there. Though you'd probably throw a fit at me saying that. I know you'd rather be here, too. I know.

[[ooc: pls choose your flavor of sad mom, or hit me with a wildcard! Oooooor send me a PM if you'd like me to whip up a starter, and I'd be happy to.]]

Comments

[nineteenfortyfive]

Wow. I bet you were busy.

[Said with a brief laugh--everyone was busy, once, and then they found themselves here. She hopes he's found something to fill the space, though there's an obvious place for a knight.]

Have you looked into the city guard yet? In Olympia. [Just in case he's visiting from Wyver. But that place hardly seems like it'd suit him, and that's only from a minute or two of chatting.]

It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Frederick. Or should I call you Sir Frederick?

[pebblestone]

It certainly was lively.

[ Busy, yes, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. Had essentially traded it for a completely new world, once the Storm had hit, and found this new world slightly lacking.

But it's a world and a life, which is more than he would have had if the Natha hadn't saved him, and so he supposes he ought to be grateful for it, repay some of their kindness back.

He looks at Claire at the question, one eyebrow raised. ]

Just Frederick is fine. No need to stand on formalities. [ Even if the habit's been drilled into him. ] And I haven't yet. I've only picked up odd jobs here and there.

Have you personal experience with the guard?

[ She doesn't strike him at as the combative type, but he's been surprised before. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Just Frederick, then. [A good answer. Claire's not one for titles in a land where they're all refugees. At his question, she gives a half-shrug.]

Not myself, but friends of mine are or have been a part of it. [Theon and Jon had left it, but Peggy and Steve still served... when people weren't kidnapped and tortured, anyway. She's actually not quite sure if Steve's resumed his position.]

I'm a doctor. [Definitely not a fighter. Argumentative, yes, but not a physical combatant.] A healer. The people I know that are more accustomed to battles and fighting tend to drift towards the guard. Of course, just because you fight doesn't mean you must continue to do so.

[pebblestone]

[ She says it casually, but the words are enough to earn a nod of appreciation from him. ]

A respected position. [ Or so he maintains. Easy enough to destroy, much harder to rebuild and comfort. ] I hope not to require your services any time soon, though I suspect that will not be the case.

[ Even if things seem fine enough now, with uneven peace laid carefully on the table between Wyver and Olympia, it's more than likely that something will explode without warning, in a far messier fashion than anyone expects.

He considers her words a moment, then sighs, mindlessly picking at shells all the while. ]

You have a point, but truthfully I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't fight. Knighthood was the expected path for me ever since I was a boy.