Her Father’s influence had been strong, yet Adaria’s Grandmother had also reminded her of their family’s lineage. One of the oldest and widespread, at one point uniting the various Royal houses in Thedas as branches of their tree. Now it had been pruned to the little family remaining and she had to wonder what their ancestors would think. Still, her title was of no use here, in a servants hallway with a would-be Baron.
“[color=#9a00b2]Dismissing such an important aspect of nobility, is asking for the hangmans noose, or,”[/color] she snickered,[color=#9a00b2] “flogging.”[/color] Brows shrugged, side eyeing him, [color=#9a00b2]“Or is this a kink of yours? Not that I’m judging of course.” [/color]
She almost prayed he tripped again. Even with the shadow creeping along behind, her evening had improved since venturing into the hallway and colliding with the rigid Raphael. A dismissive noise followed his opinion of the forks, the eyeroll exaggerated. [color=#9a00b2]“That too, is incredibly simple. Out to in.”[/color] Though she could agree there didn’t need to be a utensil for everything.
[color=#9a00b2]“You’re lack of caring has nothing to do with you being an artist,”[/color] she’d scoff, laughing quietly. Her stride stopped and she turned to him, appraising him closely before taking an obvious breath. [color=#9a00b2]“You’re whole appearance yells, unprepared. You’re attitude and refusal to stay long at the party means you aren’t familiar with the Bride and Groom enough to offer empty platitudes and congratulations which begs the question, why come at all? That’s another obvious truth. Family. Not your Father, you don’t seem upset over taking the Baron which means Mother knows the family. And she is your world.” [/color]
Adaria let the silence breathe before adding. [color=#9a00b2]“What’s important to you is her wellbeing, sod the rest. Which would be admirable, if it doesn’t get you killed in the Game. But then, you’re indecisive. Two paths open to you, but still… Mother.” [/color]
“[color=#9a00b2]Dismissing such an important aspect of nobility, is asking for the hangmans noose, or,”[/color] she snickered,[color=#9a00b2] “flogging.”[/color] Brows shrugged, side eyeing him, [color=#9a00b2]“Or is this a kink of yours? Not that I’m judging of course.” [/color]
She almost prayed he tripped again. Even with the shadow creeping along behind, her evening had improved since venturing into the hallway and colliding with the rigid Raphael. A dismissive noise followed his opinion of the forks, the eyeroll exaggerated. [color=#9a00b2]“That too, is incredibly simple. Out to in.”[/color] Though she could agree there didn’t need to be a utensil for everything.
[color=#9a00b2]“You’re lack of caring has nothing to do with you being an artist,”[/color] she’d scoff, laughing quietly. Her stride stopped and she turned to him, appraising him closely before taking an obvious breath. [color=#9a00b2]“You’re whole appearance yells, unprepared. You’re attitude and refusal to stay long at the party means you aren’t familiar with the Bride and Groom enough to offer empty platitudes and congratulations which begs the question, why come at all? That’s another obvious truth. Family. Not your Father, you don’t seem upset over taking the Baron which means Mother knows the family. And she is your world.” [/color]
Adaria let the silence breathe before adding. [color=#9a00b2]“What’s important to you is her wellbeing, sod the rest. Which would be admirable, if it doesn’t get you killed in the Game. But then, you’re indecisive. Two paths open to you, but still… Mother.” [/color]
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