[ Alkaid smiles and pats her hand to her chest. ] I will speak to Vidnofir and see to it then.
[ Why not use her status of the Warrior of Light and a Scion of the Seventh Dawn if not to benefit others?
The halls of Manor Borel much reflect the main sitting room. Quiet, empty, but not uninviting. She takes notes of the various paintings of who she presumes are the various figures of the House. They inspire a sense of awe in her. After all, as varied and long as the history of her tribe is, she could never imagine them documenting the previous leaders and his wives. Her tail sways slightly as she looks at every face as they walk. It is painfully clear that Aymeric is not of their blood line... yet it makes her wonder why the Borels took him in. Even more so, how much Aymeric would look like a younger version of his father.
The head maid shows her to the room and offers to take the soiled dress. She hesitantly disrobes and holds her coat to her. The robe and shirt to the side are gestured to along with the explanation that the dress will be fetched in the morning. She nods once again and then is hurriedly left to her own devices.
Although, she caught a glint of happiness and also mischief in the head maid's eyes...
Alkaid slowly finishes disrobing before slipping into the warm bath. It makes the hairs on the end of her ears stand up at how warm it is. Perhaps that is simply how cold she has become. She situates herself to a point where she will not be too deep into the water. Then, after casting a glance around the room, she raises her wet hand to the back of her ear and presses on the linkpearl.
Better to inform her sister she most likely will not be returning to the Forgotten Knight... ]
at least they arent TOO dummy
[ Why not use her status of the Warrior of Light and a Scion of the Seventh Dawn if not to benefit others?
The halls of Manor Borel much reflect the main sitting room. Quiet, empty, but not uninviting. She takes notes of the various paintings of who she presumes are the various figures of the House. They inspire a sense of awe in her. After all, as varied and long as the history of her tribe is, she could never imagine them documenting the previous leaders and his wives. Her tail sways slightly as she looks at every face as they walk. It is painfully clear that Aymeric is not of their blood line... yet it makes her wonder why the Borels took him in. Even more so, how much Aymeric would look like a younger version of his father.
The head maid shows her to the room and offers to take the soiled dress. She hesitantly disrobes and holds her coat to her. The robe and shirt to the side are gestured to along with the explanation that the dress will be fetched in the morning. She nods once again and then is hurriedly left to her own devices.
Although, she caught a glint of happiness and also mischief in the head maid's eyes...
Alkaid slowly finishes disrobing before slipping into the warm bath. It makes the hairs on the end of her ears stand up at how warm it is. Perhaps that is simply how cold she has become. She situates herself to a point where she will not be too deep into the water. Then, after casting a glance around the room, she raises her wet hand to the back of her ear and presses on the linkpearl.
Better to inform her sister she most likely will not be returning to the Forgotten Knight... ]