Ash 12th, 4596
The Annual Fall Met had arrived at the time, Cordelia would usually show up with her husband, Lorenzo. However, after their recent arguement she decided to go to the Fall Met alone; she would look amongst her peers, knowing that many would take an opportunity to snatch her up in the Candor. Her sister, Dahlia however was often the center of attention at these kind of events. She knew well that she was a spreader of malicious gossip, but she didn't entertain the fact, nor did she care. She simply ignored her ways as her eyes traced towards her, before Dahlia turned towards her sister and followed her towards the balcony.
"Cordelia, sister..." She smiled, although almost chameleon like with the way she kept her posture as elegant as possible, knowing that she was a representation of what a Daravinic woman was. A representation to the performance known as the Candor. At that moment Cordelia would turn towards her sister as if she was a competitor in such the game as their eyes meet, she narrowed her eyes at her, before turning around "Dahlia." Her tone was more passive aggressive, knowing that she was capable of doing things to her own family. It appeared the two women had their feathers ruffled when they saw each other.
"Still cold as ice I see..." She laughed.
"And you are nosing your way into other people's business? I always said you'd go far in life, Dahlia... But you're not well liked, believe me." She pointed out, the woman wasn't afraid to point out the differences, but she was clearly a more powerful mage than Dahlia, gifted in the arts of Baptism, whilst she could manipulate minds, she had the capability of turning summery lands into a dreary cold wasteland if she wanted to. However, there was no questioning the woman was clearly annoyed from their recent arguement that she didn't have the temptation to do such a thing.
Dahlia laughed "Oh, bit a nerve I see... You should be careful what you reveal, sister... I keep telling you this all the time" The woman could tell that she was up to something, knowing how cruel Entente politics were, she would've rather stayed at home and resume the strained relationship of her husband. Especially the day when she found out about the recent scandal against him, that could flood an entirety of the Ardenserat's halls with gossip. It was best to get away from Dahlia and simply socialise with other Entente, whilst boosting her skills in the Candor herself.
She was simply minding her own business and enjoying life to the fullest. A normal Entente woman who was simply comfortable in her life, unlike her sister who had a craving for more. It was not noticable to her that her changes were more subtle to even recognise in the haze of Daravinic perfume, until she came across a familiar face "Degare?" She spoke incredulously as if he would walk forward as if she was recognised as the other twin "Don't worry, I'm not the night demon that crawls around in your dreams" She joked in a slight whisper as she watched her back across the halls.
The Annual Fall Met had arrived at the time, Cordelia would usually show up with her husband, Lorenzo. However, after their recent arguement she decided to go to the Fall Met alone; she would look amongst her peers, knowing that many would take an opportunity to snatch her up in the Candor. Her sister, Dahlia however was often the center of attention at these kind of events. She knew well that she was a spreader of malicious gossip, but she didn't entertain the fact, nor did she care. She simply ignored her ways as her eyes traced towards her, before Dahlia turned towards her sister and followed her towards the balcony.
"Cordelia, sister..." She smiled, although almost chameleon like with the way she kept her posture as elegant as possible, knowing that she was a representation of what a Daravinic woman was. A representation to the performance known as the Candor. At that moment Cordelia would turn towards her sister as if she was a competitor in such the game as their eyes meet, she narrowed her eyes at her, before turning around "Dahlia." Her tone was more passive aggressive, knowing that she was capable of doing things to her own family. It appeared the two women had their feathers ruffled when they saw each other.
"Still cold as ice I see..." She laughed.
"And you are nosing your way into other people's business? I always said you'd go far in life, Dahlia... But you're not well liked, believe me." She pointed out, the woman wasn't afraid to point out the differences, but she was clearly a more powerful mage than Dahlia, gifted in the arts of Baptism, whilst she could manipulate minds, she had the capability of turning summery lands into a dreary cold wasteland if she wanted to. However, there was no questioning the woman was clearly annoyed from their recent arguement that she didn't have the temptation to do such a thing.
Dahlia laughed "Oh, bit a nerve I see... You should be careful what you reveal, sister... I keep telling you this all the time" The woman could tell that she was up to something, knowing how cruel Entente politics were, she would've rather stayed at home and resume the strained relationship of her husband. Especially the day when she found out about the recent scandal against him, that could flood an entirety of the Ardenserat's halls with gossip. It was best to get away from Dahlia and simply socialise with other Entente, whilst boosting her skills in the Candor herself.
She was simply minding her own business and enjoying life to the fullest. A normal Entente woman who was simply comfortable in her life, unlike her sister who had a craving for more. It was not noticable to her that her changes were more subtle to even recognise in the haze of Daravinic perfume, until she came across a familiar face "Degare?" She spoke incredulously as if he would walk forward as if she was recognised as the other twin "Don't worry, I'm not the night demon that crawls around in your dreams" She joked in a slight whisper as she watched her back across the halls.
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