She ignored the look cast at her. The Antivan Palace was riddled with passages, sneaking into the kitchens itself had four routes bar the main corridor. What she hadn’t done was involve herself in a game of cards, she had her Grandmother and brothers for that. Eyes shifted when he mentioned Amaranthine again. So… half-Orlesian? Possibly, the Orlesians had a complex over the Dog-lands after all.
[color=#9a00b2]“I feel I'm repeating myself, but I am often right, yes.” [/color]The truth and facts came easily when one could dip into the minds with answers, while the truth could be said for projecting ignorance. Adaria monitored the hum of emotions around her, most were in keeping with the occasion, those with more dubious intentions were almost a discord.
Yet her attention remained focused on the pup, even as she pulled back on the lace glove. Her eyes rolled with believing Rory would pass on escaping the kitchens for a wander. [color=#9a00b2]“Of course she does,” [/color]fingers spreading as her palm gestured to the obvious wag. [color=#9a00b2]“Honestly, call yourself a dog ow-.”[/color] A movement caught her eye, body stiffening before shaking her head as an Antivan curse was followed with,[color=#9a00b2] “Shall we go then?” [/color]
She’d turn, dress gliding easily out of Rory’s way and seemed to wait expectantly for Raphael to do something. In the pause, the light voices would catch her ear, the tension now hot, coiling in her gut as the words, 'poor child, her father' was overheard. He moved them off soon enough, but not without her shooting a glare in the direction of the servants gossiping enough to have them scramble, bumping into one another in the hurry. Yes, scurry back to your work, little ones.
As the two found themselves in another servant's passage, Adaria could feel his eyes on her. Amusement bubbled, yet she kept her smile contained.[color=#9a00b2] “Are you staring to memorise my face, or have you just found something to your liking?”[/color] If her voice sounded odd, it was due to the layer of sweetness added for this game of cat and mouse.
[color=#9a00b2]“I feel I'm repeating myself, but I am often right, yes.” [/color]The truth and facts came easily when one could dip into the minds with answers, while the truth could be said for projecting ignorance. Adaria monitored the hum of emotions around her, most were in keeping with the occasion, those with more dubious intentions were almost a discord.
Yet her attention remained focused on the pup, even as she pulled back on the lace glove. Her eyes rolled with believing Rory would pass on escaping the kitchens for a wander. [color=#9a00b2]“Of course she does,” [/color]fingers spreading as her palm gestured to the obvious wag. [color=#9a00b2]“Honestly, call yourself a dog ow-.”[/color] A movement caught her eye, body stiffening before shaking her head as an Antivan curse was followed with,[color=#9a00b2] “Shall we go then?” [/color]
She’d turn, dress gliding easily out of Rory’s way and seemed to wait expectantly for Raphael to do something. In the pause, the light voices would catch her ear, the tension now hot, coiling in her gut as the words, 'poor child, her father' was overheard. He moved them off soon enough, but not without her shooting a glare in the direction of the servants gossiping enough to have them scramble, bumping into one another in the hurry. Yes, scurry back to your work, little ones.
As the two found themselves in another servant's passage, Adaria could feel his eyes on her. Amusement bubbled, yet she kept her smile contained.[color=#9a00b2] “Are you staring to memorise my face, or have you just found something to your liking?”[/color] If her voice sounded odd, it was due to the layer of sweetness added for this game of cat and mouse.
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