#petuniasblessing

[lordgaspard]

With a small drink in hand, she walks over to the man. At this point, one could say that she is on a mission. However, this is a party; she should let loose a little and have some fun. "Hello, are you enjoying the night?" Sitri asked, taking a small sip of her drink.

Alcohol was new to her, and the taste was something she was unsure she would get used to. "Are you also collecting these charms? If so, I was wondering if we could trade?" She idly patted the bracelet she had on with her free hand. The charm almost slipped out of her hand as she quickly reached for it, spilling a bit of her drink. She looked down at the spill, mumbling a faint sorry.

"It isn't my primary focus here tonight... but if you want one, I do not mind exchanging."

His first thoughts brought up Rhea. She reminded him of her - too much, in some ways.

But the voice was different. Kinder, than the woman he had heard fragments of in the halls he shirked her in.

And he recognized the frailty in the motions, softly shaking his head as he leans down to clean the spill - even if back at home, he had people for that, he always prided himself as a noble not afraid to dirty his hands to keep the world clean.

In more ways than one, now.

"No need to apologize. Everyone spills their drink. You haven't caused offense."

He reaches to his jacket, plucking the starfish-shaped charm from it, placing it gently into her hand, and grabbing hold of her own in the process, before standing back up, but at a tilt, so that eye contact is easier to hold.

"I would say I am enjoying the night so far, yes. Though mere festivity is rarely a splendor I busy myself with, this one has proved... fruitful."

Lonato had noticed the pattern of green haired ones leading the church positions here - there was Lady Rhea, but also the green-haired man that seemed at her beck and call, and his own sister there too. He would make a comment about the age gap... but it was about the distance of Christophe and Ashe.

At least, what it would have been, had it not been for the church's actions.

But, if his suspicions proved true, and this lady was tied to them (if it was more than just a pattern he placed too much confidence in...) she proved an opportunity.

After all, she looked like someone who would be easy to find more on. And from there... make into a mole. Knowingly or not.

"How about you? How has the night treated you?"

[scarletplain]

[ RELAX ]

The gentle swaying felt like being a child in their mother's arms. Though their meeting wasn't long ago, Sitri believed she wanted to share this moment with someone. "The entire event is wonderful, isn't it?" Sitri asked as she gently sat on the hammock, leaving enough space for Karla to join.

"Though something tells me that you aren't one for parties like these? That's alright really... I'm not judging at all." She knows that not everyone can enjoy peace like this often. "Come, enjoy this tranquility with me and let's watch the clouds float idly by."

Oh...! It’s the green-haired woman from before, the one who had run into her when she found this dress through the piles of metal and scrap. She sees space for her, is invited gently, and tentatively joins, leaning back on pliable rope to stare at a star-dappled sky, clouds lazily naming themselves against the darkness. Black eyes are a mirror of what she sees, shimmering and fascinated, even if the rest of her face is fastened rather emptily.

“I wouldn’t know,” she tells her new companion. “This is my first such event. But it’s nice, to be surrounded by people for a good cause. That’s not something I’m familiar with.”

The rocking of the hammock could almost drift her to sleep, if she let it... but she won’t. She doesn’t want to miss an instance of this peace. Peace is so hard-won, after all...

“Where’s your date?”

[landslioness]

"Good evening." Sitri has been making an effort to meet as many new faces as she can. With the sun barely peaking past the horizon, she wanted to catch people for a short chat before they left to do whatever they wished to do in the shadows of the night. "I am sorry if I'm in your way... My name is Sitri, and I'm new here-" It was a white lie, but it was much simpler to say that rather than she had been "dead" until now "-I wish to meet as many people as I can while I have the free time."

Of course, if said stranger wishes to move on with her night, Sitri will respect that decision. "Do you like being here?" the woman asked, making sure that the other person wasn't uninterested. "So far, I've enjoyed my first day, but I wish to see through the perspective of others."

Dusk and the ruins of a grand monastery do not make for a good mix. Granted, it is a challenge to make ruins ever appear delightful unless observed from afar, or under the guise of a lost civilization. But even with the repairs well underway, all Lachesis could think of while overlooking the sunset is how glorious the sight would be in a fully complete cathedral. With time, surely they can recreate something that is suited for these mighty mountains.

It is during one of these early evening strolls in which Lachesis crosses a lady that blesses her a fair one. She is unfamiliar with her - not a surprise for the outsider that is Lachesis - but her light green hair and soft tone is enough to be a welcoming presence.

“You are not in my way,” Lachesis blurts out suddenly, recovering prose with a small bow. “A good evening to you as well. I am Lachesis of Nordion - but for now, I simply aim to instruct at this monastery. And by extension, help its recovery.”

The princess does halt her movement upon gaining the other woman’s attention, noticing her face desires more than a passing hello. Lachesis does not mind, as the newcomer’s concerns speak to her. “I turn out to be new here as well. You say you’d like to meet more in your free time? I do suppose my time will begin to shorten come the return of class times…very well, then. Well met, Lady Sitri.”

Her speech pauses to hear and consider Sitri’s follow-up question. “Being here? It is rather nice. The academy has been more accommodating than what I…previously faced. But I must digress,” she lightly shakes head, shaking off her past life. “You mention this as your first day? I arrived here during the night. Not so different from now, actually. Have these remains served as satisfactory enough to you?”