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@◆ ⁞ seo yeonah ⁽ˢᵃʳᵒ⁾ as grateful as she was to have received a promotion to head maid, yuri had never imagined rising to the position under such circumstances. now relocated to this unfamiliar island with almost enough people to create a village for her to serve, the stress that had built up inside her was overwhelming. not to mention the worry and fear that the oncoming war itself created on its own... it had been years since she had thought about the family she was forced to leave once they had kicked her out, but with the idea of death closing in on the peninsula she couldn't help but worry for their lives.

not being able to sleep with all of these thoughts clouding around her head, she had left her quarters in the middle of the night to perhaps get some of tomorrow's chores done. grabbing a kitchen knife and a tub of onions for tomorrow's meals she found a comfortable spot before starting to dice. it wasn't long before tears started to fall down her porcelain cheek and even she couldn't tell whether it was from the vegetable's potent aroma or the pain that was ever so slowly growing in her heart.

but before she could linger on the question, a sudden voice interrupted her causing her to flinch in surprise. her hand nervously clutching around the handle of the knife, she slowly put it down before turning to face the intruder. and the moment the royal silk garments that adorned the individual came into her peripheral vision, she quickly lowered herself into a bow to greet the unfamiliar royal. "o-oh yes. i'm okay. i'm so sorry to worry you your highness, did i happen to wake you up?"

@◇ ⁞ chang yuri ⁽ᵍᵘʳᶦ⁾ hunger that comes quite late into the night is one that yeonah absolutely dislikes, though she supposes this is a natural reaction when she's ultimately decided to wander off and about the island instead of staying indoors to wait for dinner. and now she finds herself tiptoeing through the halls of the grand palace, one hand placed against the wall — as a sort of guide, or comfort, whichever works better as an explanation to the seemingly harmless gesture. she tries to be careful enough not to alert anyone unwanted, and she does succeed somewhat, coming from her experiences back at the house.

sneaking out has always been second nature to her. sneaking around in an unfamiliar location should be as easy.

(she almost alerts a guard patrolling, and though she has no reason to hide, she still does.)

upon arriving she pauses in her steps, hearing light sniffles. is there anyone that's supposed to be awake this late into the night, one that shouldn't be in the kitchen? carefully, she saunters into the kitchen — only to find an unfamiliar woman within its territory (but then again, she supposes a majority of the island's current residents are unfamiliar to her). perhaps this is where she should have stepped out, left the woman to her own devices, but there is a strong part of her that hates to leave a person when they are at their weak point, and as such, she stays rooted to her place and instead asks quite loudly, "are you alright?"

@◈ ⁞ jeong haerim ⁽ˢᵃʳᵒ⁾ @◈ ⁞ hwang areum ⁽ˢᵃʳᵒ⁾ @◈ ⁞ go dongil ⁽ˢᵃʳᵒ⁾ // hi uwu let's one line wing this thing ><

“look at us, gathered around here like kids having pretend tea parties.” laughter came easy as she sets her teacup on the table, eyes flitting to study each figure surrounding the table. “times like these really do make us forget that we're only escaping from war. i think best to forget it completely for one night– pretend like we are children once more, even just for a while, yes?”