Breadcrumbs. Her identity lay in the pieces she’d scattered in their verbal spat. He was proving quite the amusing distraction during this dull affair. Of course the Bride and Groom were enjoying themselves and so too, were many others, but weddings reminded Adaria of her possible future. One where there would be no-one to walk her down to the poor sod she may end up enthralling. If only to get a minute's peace.
There was a buzzing at the edges of her senses. Not enough to distract her completely, but enough she was more aware of it in the background. [color=#9a00b2]“I sneak into the kitchens all the time back home.”[/color] Be it the distraction or the mere truth, she’d add, [color=#9a00b2]“well.. I did.”[/color] It would be all she’d say on it, hand slowly retreating back, but before Adaria drew back on her glove the feeling returned.
Her eyes found Rory’s, lips ginning slightly as she performed as if on cue. [color=#9a00b2]“I don’t see why not. While she’s not a mabari, she is clever in her own way.”[/color] Tension rippled up her spine, there was a shadow somewhere, close, but cloaked. Sneaky. They surely weren’t here for her companion, nor ordered to hinder her enjoyment of the event. More babysitters, more spies then, to relay whatever information they gleaned important.
If a show was what they wished, then Adaria would oblige.
[color=#9a00b2]“Rory,”[/color] her voice suddenly softer, inviting almost.[color=#9a00b2] “Do you want to come on a walk with us?” [/color]Yes. She was inviting herself along, what of it?
There was a buzzing at the edges of her senses. Not enough to distract her completely, but enough she was more aware of it in the background. [color=#9a00b2]“I sneak into the kitchens all the time back home.”[/color] Be it the distraction or the mere truth, she’d add, [color=#9a00b2]“well.. I did.”[/color] It would be all she’d say on it, hand slowly retreating back, but before Adaria drew back on her glove the feeling returned.
Her eyes found Rory’s, lips ginning slightly as she performed as if on cue. [color=#9a00b2]“I don’t see why not. While she’s not a mabari, she is clever in her own way.”[/color] Tension rippled up her spine, there was a shadow somewhere, close, but cloaked. Sneaky. They surely weren’t here for her companion, nor ordered to hinder her enjoyment of the event. More babysitters, more spies then, to relay whatever information they gleaned important.
If a show was what they wished, then Adaria would oblige.
[color=#9a00b2]“Rory,”[/color] her voice suddenly softer, inviting almost.[color=#9a00b2] “Do you want to come on a walk with us?” [/color]Yes. She was inviting herself along, what of it?
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