Chance Meeting { Tag: Nita }

Odette was under dressed- she'd admit it. She was rarley seen outside her bedroom without an extravagant gown or furs. She was a very fashionable girl, and made sure everyone knew it.
But today she was relaxing, and she was sure she was alone. Who else would be around the woods at this hour of the morning? She was wearing a simple gray colored dress that did nothing special but lace up at the chest. The sleeves were long and fitted- all together the ensemble was lackluster.
She sat down on a large rock and hiked up her skirt, tightening the ties on her boots. Being in the woods reminded her of the times where her father would take her along on his hunting games. She'd ride in his lap, as they followed his hounds. Eventually the hounds would jump on their target- usually a prisoner- and tear them to ribbons.
She let out a breath and continued to reminisce, enjoying the scenery.

Nita loved to be in the woods, especially when it was morning. Everything was so calm as she walked around in deep thoughts. She always walked around somewhere when she wanted to be alone and think about many things: especially when she had visions. Ever since she had the vision about Sinbad, she was a bit uneasy. She wished that she knew which person it was that would hurt Sinbad, and if she knew, maybe that event would never happen? The dews on the leaves sparkled and it made her smile. She remembered the times when she was a little girl, she played that she was a child of the forest. She was going to miss this when she got married to Garrett and live at Bear Island. She hadn't noticed how far she had got until she saw someone sitting on a large rock, dressed in a grey dress. She stepped on a little stick, which made a little noise and the woman stared at once in her direction.

Odette's head turned sharply to the direction of the sound. Immedietly she reached up her dress and drew out the dagger that had been hiding in the holster on her thigh. She pointed it at the girl that stood only a few feet away from her. She tightened her grip on its handle, her knuckles turning pale white.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't slit your throat." She commanded.
It was always her first defense to let strangers know how tough she was. She never wanted anyone to have any ideas about defeating her.

"I'm so sorry. I thought that I was alone," Nita replied. It was obvious that this woman was very though and could defend herself. The serious look in her eyes made Nita a bit nervous and she didn't want to get in a fight now. "I was just out for a walk."

"So did I." She said, her voice lowering. She took a few steps closer to the woman, examining her. "What's your name?" She asked in a demanding tone.

"Nita Reed," she replied. Nita tried to hide that she was a bit scared. She took a deep breath. "And I live in The Neck with my mother, Meera Reed. She's the lady of Greywater Watch." Carefully she looked at the woman, who still held her dagger. "May I know what your name is, my lady?" Nita asked politely, a bit shaky with her voice but still polite.

"Lady Odette Bolton of the Dreadfort." She said pridefully. Examining the girl, she realized no true threat was posed. She lowered her dagger, pointing it towards the ground. Yet she refused to put it away, still griping it tightly. It was in her hands if she decided she needed it. "I vaguely remember you. Were you present at the queens coronation?"

Bolton. Of course, she remembered her from the coronation. Nita nodded at Odette's question. "Yes, I were at the coronation." She almost sighed of relief when she that the dagger were pointing toward the ground. She didn't want that dagger toward her again, so she decided to be careful with what to say. "I must admit, that I've never seen so many people at one place before."

"It was a pathetic turnout." Odette said flatly. "They ought to make those events more lively." Sitting back down, she took the dagger and started cleaning her nails with it. It wasn't one of her lovelier knives, but she still loved it just the same. The handle was a distressed silver and there were small roses carved all around it, with a single red stone adorning the base. "Isn't this one of the finest daggers you've ever seen, girl?" she said with a sly smile.

"It may also be depending on which people you meet during such events," Nita said carefully. She was still a bit embarrassed with how she met Garrett and Cedric, rightly, interfered their private conversation. And just thinking about Garrett made her blush a bit. She studied the dagger when Odette started to talk about it. "It is," she said. "The one who made this must have been really talented."