Seeing Ghosts

Caesennia flushed, as her employer decided she was too bold; much too bold for fascinating was never what she liked to hear about herself. She cleared her throat, quietly, My apologies, Lady Obsidian. Overly formal, for though she was of an "equal" societal standing, she'd never actually be her mistress' equal. She knew that, understood and respected it.

She'd expected to be told where the balconies were, and left to her own devices, so when Ilaria offered her arm out, the woman blanched. Only for a second, her composure fell away, while she very quickly reached to pull her shoes on. It was a second too many; she'd listened to the family talk about the vipers and snakes from the other houses...

She needed to be better. To do better. But for now, she accepted the other's arm. And found herself wondering how she'd gotten here. Feeling much like a rabbit trapped in a cage, she let Ilaria lead the way to the balconies, and pondered over what was socially acceptable.

She desperately wanted to please, to fit in.

@Ilaria Obsidian