While she was still awaiting a decision over her future, Seraphine’s routine had continued as usual, besides the Chancellor’s permission to attend invitations. Her engagements had seen an uptake, recantations of her few public appearances had tongues wagging piquing the nobles interest in her performances, annoying Malachai with persistent requests. Leaving the City was still off limits, as was going anywhere outside of the Estate unchaperoned, but it was wise given recent events.
The night was still such a haze, and flashes would return at inappropriate moments, catching her off guard and distracted, allowing Dorothy to gain the upper hand on a few occasions. It wore against an already waning wall as Saffy’s cheeks were wet with tears before she could finally find sleep. She had enough pride to never let the brat see her tears but the Ward had no power, no family and certainly no reliable magic to lean on. Her friends were sparse, most abandoning or clamming up entirely the moment Dorothy and her cohorts would begin the bullying.
Sometimes, more often now, Saffy would outsmart her, but twice already she had missed the clues. Today she had simply wanted to eat her lunch in the gardens, unaccosted, yet Dorothy seemed to not even allow her that. Creeping over, she’d attempt to approach her from behind yet a hand knocked the pot clear, splashing the hot liquid over the Eye’s Executioner. Dorothy stammered, murmuring hurried apologies,
“Oh I am. I am so clumsy. I feel terrible, are you alright, Lord Vrai? I shouldn’t have been carrying such a heavy pot… I nearly got poor Seraphine too. I’m soooo sorry.”
The Salvo blinked, eyeing the two warily though when landing on Dorothy they narrowed slightly. Remembering her mouth was full Seraphine began chewing again, hand hiding her mouth before pulling herself to stand and offer the Vrai a polite greeting. The vapour of steam from his arm then caught her attention and a hand made to reach, but was quickly snatched back again.
@Malik Vrai
The night was still such a haze, and flashes would return at inappropriate moments, catching her off guard and distracted, allowing Dorothy to gain the upper hand on a few occasions. It wore against an already waning wall as Saffy’s cheeks were wet with tears before she could finally find sleep. She had enough pride to never let the brat see her tears but the Ward had no power, no family and certainly no reliable magic to lean on. Her friends were sparse, most abandoning or clamming up entirely the moment Dorothy and her cohorts would begin the bullying.
Sometimes, more often now, Saffy would outsmart her, but twice already she had missed the clues. Today she had simply wanted to eat her lunch in the gardens, unaccosted, yet Dorothy seemed to not even allow her that. Creeping over, she’d attempt to approach her from behind yet a hand knocked the pot clear, splashing the hot liquid over the Eye’s Executioner. Dorothy stammered, murmuring hurried apologies,
“Oh I am. I am so clumsy. I feel terrible, are you alright, Lord Vrai? I shouldn’t have been carrying such a heavy pot… I nearly got poor Seraphine too. I’m soooo sorry.”
The Salvo blinked, eyeing the two warily though when landing on Dorothy they narrowed slightly. Remembering her mouth was full Seraphine began chewing again, hand hiding her mouth before pulling herself to stand and offer the Vrai a polite greeting. The vapour of steam from his arm then caught her attention and a hand made to reach, but was quickly snatched back again.
Are... you alright? ...I'm sure Dorothy just lost her footing,because if Sera said otherwise, Dorothy would find another way to enact on her jealousy.
@Malik Vrai
08-19-2024, 02:28 PM
