#lilyliux

[aegeanxcalla]

who?: @lilyliux when?: some point after aventia fell where?: temple to juno

Acquiring the Courtesan's time was no easy feat nor was it particularly cheap either. Calla wasn't noble and she certainly didn't have an elevated place at court. A Tower witch was probably not her typical clientele, but Calla was resourceful, determined, and willing to pay extra for a meeting despite not wanting her services beneath the sheets. She was the only one in the Temple the night of their meeting as promised. This was sacred ground so nothing untoward would occur, though as she saw the Courtesan climb the Temple's steps Calla couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. "I imagine I'm not your typical clientele, and that this isn't your typical place of business. Still, I appreciate you giving me your time," she states, her hands fiddling with the ends of her hair. Calla had nerves, and rightfully so. Women like her, strong and beautiful, always made Calla feel like she couldn't measure up. "I thought the setting was appropriate because it's not just your time I want. I want your knowledge as well."

[theportaraceli]

who? @lilyliux where? Hallway at the castle where Lily resides

The atmosphere in Eterna has grown sober ever since Valerius Noctis managed to escape the Tower and the city had been thrown into chaos. Pockets of wild surges are found around the city, and chaos reigns in a way Araceli would have never imagined would be seen in the center of their Queendom. The pressure is ever increasing, and Lysara seems besieged by all sides by threats, yet there is nothing she can do at this moment aside from remaining tall and continuing working for the benefit of her people. 

As Araceli steps out from a meeting with other noble scions, she checks her pocket watch for the time and hums thoughtfully. Her schedule is relatively open for the rest of the day, but she doesn’t feel satisfied by the work she has done so far. There is an itch to continue working, yet she knows she needs to balance her desires, to avoid collapsing under the stress. 

Araceli is weighing her options when a familiar face catches the eye. Everyone knows of Bard Liu, or at the very least everyone who matters, so while she had never had the pleasure of talking with her, Araceli had been introduced in a previous party. 

“Bard Liu,” she calls out, stepping closer and greeting her with a short bow. “Might I have a moment of your time?”