Post by Mrs. Potts on Apr 2, 2020 17:33:27 GMT
(Three days after the events of Some Enchanted Meeting. Open to any who would be in Arendelle!)
Across the busy, sunshiny streets of Arendelle many people were out enjoying the early spring weather. Some were Elsa’s loyal citizens, about their usual business. A few were animals, newly allowed to speak the language of people and given just as much courtesy as they crossed the cobblestones. Some even had clothes on! Peeking out from her constitutional head scarf, Mrs. Potts raised a delicate eyebrow at one such dapper fellow going by. Fancy that! Chip would’ve loved it.
And seeing tails poking out of breeches reminded the old lady so much of The Master. She wondered where he was now—if he was in some trouble, or causing it, in a nice town like this. Perhaps Paris, or whatever had become of him after going to the Cursed Thorns. Sometimes she worried enough to think about bringing up the idea of a search party for him to Belle...but she had enough to worry about, and apparently the letter had given her a different sort of concern about her husband.
Mrs. Potts paused in the square, a breeze from the fjord ruffling her dress around a roly-poly figure. She held a basket in one hand and a finger to her lips with the other, gazing around.
”Now let me see,” Clucked France’s best housemaid. She squinted at the sun glinting from shop windows. If they were shop windows. A throaty chuckle accompanied the woman, who rocked back with her hands on her hips like a tipping teapot and observed, ”Huh-ho, a dear little place, but how d’you tell the houses from the shops I wonder?”
Nothing in the provincial villages around their castle was quite this neat and tidy. You could tell right away which stores were stores because normally the shopkeepers were shouting it in the streets. Or maybe she was only used to their local markets. Well, the well-to-do lady could either tighten her apron strings and look about or...ask directions? After all, this was the capital of the great army Belle’s kingdom was allied with.
Across the busy, sunshiny streets of Arendelle many people were out enjoying the early spring weather. Some were Elsa’s loyal citizens, about their usual business. A few were animals, newly allowed to speak the language of people and given just as much courtesy as they crossed the cobblestones. Some even had clothes on! Peeking out from her constitutional head scarf, Mrs. Potts raised a delicate eyebrow at one such dapper fellow going by. Fancy that! Chip would’ve loved it.
And seeing tails poking out of breeches reminded the old lady so much of The Master. She wondered where he was now—if he was in some trouble, or causing it, in a nice town like this. Perhaps Paris, or whatever had become of him after going to the Cursed Thorns. Sometimes she worried enough to think about bringing up the idea of a search party for him to Belle...but she had enough to worry about, and apparently the letter had given her a different sort of concern about her husband.
Mrs. Potts paused in the square, a breeze from the fjord ruffling her dress around a roly-poly figure. She held a basket in one hand and a finger to her lips with the other, gazing around.
”Now let me see,” Clucked France’s best housemaid. She squinted at the sun glinting from shop windows. If they were shop windows. A throaty chuckle accompanied the woman, who rocked back with her hands on her hips like a tipping teapot and observed, ”Huh-ho, a dear little place, but how d’you tell the houses from the shops I wonder?”
Nothing in the provincial villages around their castle was quite this neat and tidy. You could tell right away which stores were stores because normally the shopkeepers were shouting it in the streets. Or maybe she was only used to their local markets. Well, the well-to-do lady could either tighten her apron strings and look about or...ask directions? After all, this was the capital of the great army Belle’s kingdom was allied with.
