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Well. It hadn't gone quite to plan but then, when had any of her schemes?
Lottie's face was smudged with soot and ash from the fire that had torn through a part of the festivities but her smile shone through the muck like the moon on a cloudy night. She'd long ago ditched the pretence of Layla and so it was her own green eyes that reflected back at her in the shiny surface of the tiara and not the cold blue of a blonde she could barely remember. She threw the headpiece up into the sky again like a child would a Frisbee then snatched it out of the air and threw it again. Despite the plan going alarmingly sideways she hadn't felt this good, this alive, since her sisters had left her. She'd actually done something on her own and now she had tasted what that felt like she wasn't about to lose that feeling again. No more waiting, she vowed to herself as she caught the tiara once more and placed it atop her smouldering curls. If they were coming back they would have returned by now. She was on her own.
Well...
Her eyes slanted sideways to the elf striding alongside her. Maybe not so alone.
"Do you think you can fulfil your debt to your friend with one of these?" she touched the gems on her tiara. Stealing from her would-have-been mother-in-law had been sweet. Especially when she had literally taken the tiara off of her head. There was still an honour among thieves, however, and she would give up one of her gemstones to see her friend debt free. Then maybe he would take her... She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from asking. She didn't want to be a burden nor come off as whiny. If he asked maybe she'd say yes, but she was leaving this city one way or another tonight. But where to go? Dornoch had always appealed but then so had Alliria with its melting pot of cultures and Elbion too, where she might be able to learn how to do more than simple illusions with her gift.
Lottie's face was smudged with soot and ash from the fire that had torn through a part of the festivities but her smile shone through the muck like the moon on a cloudy night. She'd long ago ditched the pretence of Layla and so it was her own green eyes that reflected back at her in the shiny surface of the tiara and not the cold blue of a blonde she could barely remember. She threw the headpiece up into the sky again like a child would a Frisbee then snatched it out of the air and threw it again. Despite the plan going alarmingly sideways she hadn't felt this good, this alive, since her sisters had left her. She'd actually done something on her own and now she had tasted what that felt like she wasn't about to lose that feeling again. No more waiting, she vowed to herself as she caught the tiara once more and placed it atop her smouldering curls. If they were coming back they would have returned by now. She was on her own.
Well...
Her eyes slanted sideways to the elf striding alongside her. Maybe not so alone.
"Do you think you can fulfil your debt to your friend with one of these?" she touched the gems on her tiara. Stealing from her would-have-been mother-in-law had been sweet. Especially when she had literally taken the tiara off of her head. There was still an honour among thieves, however, and she would give up one of her gemstones to see her friend debt free. Then maybe he would take her... She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from asking. She didn't want to be a burden nor come off as whiny. If he asked maybe she'd say yes, but she was leaving this city one way or another tonight. But where to go? Dornoch had always appealed but then so had Alliria with its melting pot of cultures and Elbion too, where she might be able to learn how to do more than simple illusions with her gift.
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Varys San'Seya
Varys San'Seya