Scout had been pretty restless with the upcoming trial. Nobles getting sentences also meant that the people of Lorendale would be anxious and a sense of unease would surely grow. The situation regarding gifted and non-gifted had been complex enough already before the massacre at the farm took place, and she knew she'd be hearing a lot of gifted hate spewed at her soon. She'd have to deal with it and try to mediate between the people and the crown. Hopefully the verdicts would cool people down a bit.

To clear her mind, the woman had decided to take a stroll around the palace and visit the training courtyard, a place where she had spent quite starting about a decade ago. She definitely missed the military from time to time, but was also very grateful for the opportunities she got now she was recently promoted to the queen's steward. Scout playfully skipped over a pair of boots that were in the way, but held halt when she saw a familiar face nearby. A smirk appeared on her face as she bowed down to grab the boots, holding them behind her back as she slowly walked up to Astor. When she was only a couple of meters away, she stopped again and tilted her head a bit to the side, the smirk growing wider. "Now who would let these linger around here?" she asked, preparing herself to throw the boots at him the second he would turn around. Even if he wasn't the one who put the boots there, it was still immensely funny to her to greet Astor like this after not having seen him for a while. She was kind of hoping he wouldn't be able to catch both, so she would get a good laugh out of the situation.

[For @astor]