As the balcony was suddenly invaded by a man with platinum blonde hair, the queen took several steps back, a gasp escaping her once her back found the wall. No. No, it couldn't be him. Could it? Had Ivalice returned him to her side when she truly needed him? Her silver eyes darted from his face to his clothes and back again. Rasler. It was him. But how?
Finally allowing a breath in, the young woman inched forward, shaking her head enough that her hair swished in the breeze. "...I... how?"
It wasn't exactly the best greeting she could've given, but to see her husband who'd been dead for years suddenly scaling the royal balcony and standing there in the flesh... well, the royal wasn't sure what was honestly happening.
Noticing the wounds and filth, finally, Ashe reached out at thin air, her hand pausing. "You are harmed..."
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Date: 2010-02-04 12:44 am (UTC)Finally allowing a breath in, the young woman inched forward, shaking her head enough that her hair swished in the breeze. "...I... how?"
It wasn't exactly the best greeting she could've given, but to see her husband who'd been dead for years suddenly scaling the royal balcony and standing there in the flesh... well, the royal wasn't sure what was honestly happening.
Noticing the wounds and filth, finally, Ashe reached out at thin air, her hand pausing. "You are harmed..."