location: ayca's private chambers in seagard castle
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in a graceful sweep, emira entered her sister's chambers with little more than a knock to signify her entry. a habit she had since she was a little kid as she burst into her sisters room unwanted again and against
"so tell me what are you going to wear when this newest suitor is coming to visit? all the way from the westerlands" emira inquired, her voice a melodic cadence that danced through the air much like she music she often played. with an air of playful curiosity, she moved toward ayca's wardrobe, fingers delicately skimming the fine fabrics within. "a suitor journeying from the westerlands, truly he must be swept in desperation to brave these tumultuous times for a glimpse of your radiance," she jested, casting a coy look over her shoulder toward her sister. she was joking of course but what sister didn’t tease.
ayca, the epitome of ethereal grace, seemed to have an aura that drew admirers like moths to a flame. emira couldn't help but wonder if her own suitors were dwindling in the wake of ayca's renewed eligibility. conversations, she surmised, must be abuzz with whispers of ayca's beauty. her own dance card, it seemed, might be less adorned while ayca's star ascended.
none of these thoughts she shared with her sister, at least none outloud. it wasn't ayca's fault for her enchanting allure or her status as the firstborn. well, perhaps it was, in a small way. still, emira yearned for her sister's happiness, even as a sliver of envy or jealously lingered within her.. was it so selfish to crave her own share of the sun?
with a final glance over the array of dresses, emira selected one with a discerning eye. "ew, not this one." she declared, sending it twirling toward ayca's seated form, her playful tease hanging in the air.