a life between two worlds

That was on purpose dearest. I don't want you fussing because of me and I knew you would. She smiled as she swept into the room, her dappled grey great cape concealing a considerably less plain pelisse. Navy on black, the Nero aesthetic, ever ostentatious despite their muted tones. She played a part for the rest, a crow like the rest of them, and one with expensive (arguably gaudy) taste. In reality she was entirely the opposite. She'd lived long enough that materialism didn't satiate her needs as it used to. Partaking in the corrupt politics of the other Talons weighed heavy on her conscience, so it did well for her morale and self-respect to visit the people who reminded her of who she really was. Eularia Lovette-Campana happened to be on such person. 

Darling She cooed as she neared, pulling off her cape in a flourish. You'll forgive me won't you? She leaned down to press and affectionate kiss on the queen's forehead before she eased to the side to observe the nursing babe. Maybe while you also excuse me for disagreeing with your woefully misguided opinion, because you're transcendent Aethra had a feeling her friend would balk at the compliment but she would never recount her words, especially since she meant each and every one of them. She never spoke unless it was worth speaking after all and Eularia well knew that by now. 

As she stroked the downy soft head of the infant her eyes turned even softer with affection. And which one are you, poppet? Not that it mattered, so would adore them equally.