Post by Vio on Dec 13, 2021 11:52:16 GMT -5
Louisa #1
There was something to be said for tranquil strolls through the forest, though what that something was had so far eluded the tongue of the young woman who marched along a narrow game trail. Daylight still found its way through the emerald foliage, casting a dappled shade upon a well worn yet surprisingly discreet path, whose dusty brown hue was guarded by natural fences of undergrowth. A temperate breeze wound its way gently between the boughs of the trees, carrying upon it the curious combination of crushed grasses and the softly salted tang of Loch Merrow over yonder.
A girl of later teenage years she was, with fiery auburn hair tied into twin braids that hung down around her shoulders, and a few copper curls allowed to fall as bangs beneath the band of a vivid Tam o’ Shanter bonnet of yellow tartan decorated with black and red stripes and a large creamy bobble atop. A pleated skirt of identical flair accompanied knee high woollen stockings of deep, dark green, with black shoes upon her feet. A white blouse with sleeves rolled to just above the elbows and a dark green sleeveless sweater added to a very traditional Piktish look, all defined by yet another piece of that brilliant yellow plaid — a long lambswool scarf.
“It’s actually braw tae be away from town fur once… Ah think Ah could gie used tae this,” McLeod Louisa chirped to herself, having departed from her home in Falfries and having not even the slightest intention of returning. Indeed, her mission was to depart the archipelago in its entirety; to set off across the seas in search of something dear and important. “Now, what’s mah best bet tae sail away? Cannae exactly row across the whole North Blue now, can we? Ech! Gettin’ ahead ay mahself… let’s play fur Loch Merrow one last time, aye?” she asked nobody in particular as she adjusted the strap of a set of bagpipes at her side. “Least Ah could– Huh?”
From her fair and freckled face stared bright blue-green eyes, peering through the treeline as she steadily closed in upon the view of Loch Merrow itself. But what Lou saw was nay the sparkling sapphire waters of that hidden paradise, but something else that had caught her ear, more so than her eye. For a moment she stared, head tilted, and a curiously blank expression turned to a slightly more sour one as she turned about and headed in the direction of what it was she had heard. There was no subtlety to what followed, nor would there ever have been, given who she was.
“Alrecht! Who are ye lot an’ whit are ye daein’ about Loch Merrow? We… Bide a minute,” the ginger stalled, assessing the decidedly motley crew of individuals who seemed to be messing about with a mermaid figurehead. Her figure straightened, one foot forward as she place one hand upon her hip and pointed with the other. “It’s ye lot, is’nae it! Ah heard about some good fur nothin’ s#¡+heads snoopin’ around th’ Loch last week! You’d better nae hae done anythin’ ta the Loch…!!”{Post Synopsis:—}
As Louisa sets off and considers playing for Loch Merrow one last time, she encounters a strange group and decides to intervene!
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