Hope I'm not too late~? Glancing toward the delicate timepiece which she had upon her wrist as the driver of her carriage hopped from his pew and opened up the door next to her, Sophie Sauveterre let loose a breath as she climbed free of her seat and the coach itself in a particularly ladylike and perhaps uncharacteristically demure fashion and stepped into the air of Rosailles with a smile upon her face, and a hope in her heart that the old day job had not meant that the event she had been looking forward to ever since waking had been delayed all that much.
How those old gasbags like to go on, and on, and on… Pulling her shoulders back and stretching as she recalled how she had spent much of it in a meeting with those of a similar ilk to her though if she were so bold far less interesting in measure, she had more than enough of the politicking of Minstrili fossils for one day and then some, and was more than happy to dedicate her time now to an international interest of far greater intrigue, that was for sure.
Though I suppose it did give me some time for… Speculation, right~? As such shuffling over cobblestones and scarcely paying any attention to the monuments which peeked over rooftops and the like, a sense of excitement seemed to grip the girl and had done so ever since she had left her bed the morning beforehand, and now that growing sense of anticipation was beginning to reach a feverish pitch in more ways than one.
Tonight is going to be fun~ As such not even minding the way in which the cooling effect of the slide into winter and the grasp of the evening had upon her frame as she slipped through crowds in a breezy blue number which left both diplomats and the passers by now staring at her, all she could do was think of the reunion she would have with the young man she had departed in the earlier hours, and how she was going to make sure that the next few made up for every second that she had been away…