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Wretchedly, of course, the madnesses that strike her can never do the polite thing and simply leave when they’re done with her; the aimless panic and fury ebb away slowly, pulled from her like clinging cobwebs, like the phantom tendrils of her beasts she feels being plucked from her skin. In a moment of clarity, she attempts to sit herself somewhere a bit more secluded to let it all pass gracefully, pretending she doesn’t feel them, nor hear their voices singing in her mind.
She manages it better now than previous times, but still finds her thoughts wandering to how frightful she would surely look to any passersby, hunched and trembling like a madwoman where she sits.
At some point, she happens to glance up and sees that someone has taken notice of her– a stranger, and a rather important-looking one at that.
Oh, just perfect. Of course.
Lusamine straightens her back, trying to call her usual poise back to her with a deep, steadying breath, but still her voice sounds weary and frail when she speaks. “Hello. Pardon me, is there– something I can do for you, Miss…?”
“Elisabetta.”
A woman who dealt in rumors knew who she was seeing, of course. How fascinating. Lusamine of Aether practically in her own courtyard, after everything that had happened all the way in distant, luxurious Alola.
“And no, thank you.”
Her voice was calm and melodious, intentionally avoiding the hint being thrown her way.
Lusamine of Aether, looking like a drug addict dying inside for another hit.
So it had to be true- well, some of the rumors. Perhaps not others.
She sat in an almost masculine position- one leg crossed over the other in a delicately manicured pantsuit, as was the style in Unova perhaps 30 years ago- but with a distinctly feminine poise. Looking as though she were transported here from the pages of a book set in a very recent past.
“Lovely evening.”
