Diva and Design | bellum w/ fatesxng
Neither of them was new to the battlefield, but neither fully belonged there. Cesh belonged at home, sewing together her newest creations/selves/dresses. Her mistress belonged in front of a crowd. Her mistress, who was not her Master but always her master. Seeing her on the battlefield was almost jarring. What a pleasant surprise.
“Oh, there you are, mistress!”
She was so excited. Her left arm flopped uselessly, dribbling blood still as she pranced her way to the larger drow’s side. Her mistress was impossible to confuse with any lesser drow, even here. Her noble highest made it clear who was was. Despite her own noble blood, Cesh was very small for a drow. She was repulsive, wasn’t she? She was so awful, so awful… Awful people like Cesh lived only to serve those like Phyr.
“Oh mistress, your dress! It’s gotten all frayed. Oh, I must repair that. It would be horrible if your clothes did not live up to your beauty.”
She wasn’t even going to comment on the fact there were both here as all. Cesh hadn’t even noticed that it was strange.
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