@lcstrega (x)
----- -- ♕: such reverence from so LOWLY a creature was surely to be commended, but the dread sovereign paid the gesture no mind, walking past the crumpled form of satin and hair with her regal gait. samara’s PET, ludivico, shadowed her every move, one hand ever clutched around the chronicle and the other carrying the train of her velvet, crimson gown with the utmost care not to drop it.
making her way into aeva’s hovel, white orbs scanned the pathetic environs; such a far cary from the opulent halls she once called home. this was how man lived? in shacks made of wood and dirt?
p a t h e t i c
“i have not seen aballach in some time, i suspected he was here.” she glanced over her shoulder, daring not to meet the gaze of the other whilst she still bowed.
“--you may rise.”