The melody and tempo changed, switching from the sad lullaby to a more hopeful tune, reflecting her shift to looking ahead than behind. It was one her father had composed for her and her fingers glided down the neck and drew the bow across it. At the edge of her mind she could feel Pen draw closer, but refrained from reaching out to touch her mind for closing her eyes and remembering her father. How he had danced with her to this song on the last name day the family had been together, before they had gone into hiding.
Addy stiffened sharply when Penelope embraced her. The bow in her hand slipped in between her fingers and together the unclasped the grip around her and pushed her away. Much like Francesco, being touched, embraced into a hug unwarranted felt incredibly uncomfortable. Adaria was not a hugger, if she initiated one it was usually in the throes of enjoying a tavern, dancing, singing and drinking. As always, she was standoffish, blunt in her responses to her friend.
[color=#9a00b2]“You took your time,”[/color] eyes opening to focus on the instrument in her hand rather than her friend. [color=#9a00b2]“You’ve missed a lo-”[/color] her mouth froze when finally setting eyes on Pen, gaze sharpening while her lips scowled in disapproval. [color=#9a00b2]“Why are you dressed like you’ve been playing peasant?” [/color]
The light in her eyes brimmed with magic for a moment, gaze shifting with a blink to find the servant who had been with her. As they reappeared from a short distance away, the Princess’s frown deepening. [color=#9a00b2]“Go fetch Pen a change of clothes,”[/color] then flickering her appraising eye over her companion added, [color=#9a00b2]“Meet us at the La Garre, we’ll be taking lunch there.”[/color] The servant dipped their head, offering to return her fathers violin also, to which Adaria nodded. [color=#9a00b2]“Place it in my study and lock the door,”[/color] before packing it away and handing it over.
She waited until the man was out of earshot before shifting her body around to study Penelope.
[color=#9a00b2]“You look like shit, mercifully you don't smell it.” [/color]
Addy stiffened sharply when Penelope embraced her. The bow in her hand slipped in between her fingers and together the unclasped the grip around her and pushed her away. Much like Francesco, being touched, embraced into a hug unwarranted felt incredibly uncomfortable. Adaria was not a hugger, if she initiated one it was usually in the throes of enjoying a tavern, dancing, singing and drinking. As always, she was standoffish, blunt in her responses to her friend.
[color=#9a00b2]“You took your time,”[/color] eyes opening to focus on the instrument in her hand rather than her friend. [color=#9a00b2]“You’ve missed a lo-”[/color] her mouth froze when finally setting eyes on Pen, gaze sharpening while her lips scowled in disapproval. [color=#9a00b2]“Why are you dressed like you’ve been playing peasant?” [/color]
The light in her eyes brimmed with magic for a moment, gaze shifting with a blink to find the servant who had been with her. As they reappeared from a short distance away, the Princess’s frown deepening. [color=#9a00b2]“Go fetch Pen a change of clothes,”[/color] then flickering her appraising eye over her companion added, [color=#9a00b2]“Meet us at the La Garre, we’ll be taking lunch there.”[/color] The servant dipped their head, offering to return her fathers violin also, to which Adaria nodded. [color=#9a00b2]“Place it in my study and lock the door,”[/color] before packing it away and handing it over.
She waited until the man was out of earshot before shifting her body around to study Penelope.
[color=#9a00b2]“You look like shit, mercifully you don't smell it.” [/color]
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