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Post by Beriadan on May 12, 2024 11:22:52 GMT
There was a quiet activity to the household as golden rays of light filtered through Somber's room. Something was happening, evident in low, hushed voices from the staff as they hurried in the corridors outside her door. It was early, only just sunrise, but they were already active. "Miss?"There was a knocking at the door. It was the sound of Myrie, one of the more pleasant maids who worked for the family, one who didn't avert her gaze when she looked at Somber. The knock was urgent, the voice worried. It wasn't like her being in bed at this time was unusual or anything, but something else was in the air. Today, something unknown seemed to be happening. "Are you awake, miss?" |
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Post by swapgo on May 12, 2024 11:37:45 GMT
"Come on in"
A voice welcomed the maid in the room, and she would find the lady sitting on her bed, seemingly half dressed for something, as her legs were covered by her night gown, but her hair was done impecably, and her rather ornate, gold trimmed black vest was well fit, a feat that usually requires assistance. Myrie would find Minerva holding her violin to her elbow, not unusual, although curiously, her bow was nowhere near her at all, she merely pressed the strings on the neck of the instrument and leaned in, as if it listened to it speak. Perhaps the nature of her violins' curse was starting to come to her.
The woman's humorless eyes glazed away from the instrument and towards Myrie, pondering the question for a moment. "...I hope", she replied with a deflated tone, resuming her mysterious exercise. Despite her ever-encompassing solemnity, it sounded like a serious plea.
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Post by Beriadan on May 12, 2024 13:19:41 GMT
The maid seemed slightly taken aback that Somber was awake, and even performing at this early hour, but she took it in her stride. Myrie stepped into the room, cautious as always of the instrument, but not of Somber herself, like some of the others who worked in the household.
"Your father sent word to us already... it appears there will be a grand event happening today. He didn't let us know sooner..."
Myrie trailed off before she said something on her mind, instead moving to the large ornate wardrobe where Somber's mandated clothes were kept. She began to pull out dresses, frowning as she searched for something in particular.
"Of course, he wants you looking your best. I was worried I would have to do your hair, too, but it looks like you took care of that yourself."
Myrie turned, half-smiling at the girl.
"It's a big day, apparently. You're to meet some of your father's most important acquaintances!"
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Post by swapgo on May 12, 2024 13:49:10 GMT
Minerva tilted her head in curiosity about this 'grand' event, though she didn't press Myrie for information, feeling that she would not get it from the maid. Father is nothing if not meticulous, it was unlike him to ever be in a hurry. Her brother would have more insight about the likelyhood of such a scramble, a willful witholding of information to give the impression of a more expedient workforce than the day-to-day, or an actual emergency impossed upon it by a more powerful statesman. None of that surrounded Minerva's mind, however, as she simply sood up from her bed and placed her violin next to the bow in front of the mirror in her desk. Her own reflection drew her attention for a moment, her face didn't as much as gesture at it, and instead focused on her eyes, its irises briefly relaxing ever so slightly more shut, which she sought to correct with discipline.
The woman swallowed a gasp as Myrie explained the nature of the grand event, though she stood motionless for a moment into her mirror. She turned around, and her dourness remained. "Will I meet them? Or will I be shown to them?", she asked with unusual poignancy. It is rare, but not unheard of, for her father to introduce Minerva to others, though never at a distance to reciprocate
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Post by Beriadan on May 15, 2024 11:01:19 GMT
[Insight Attempt; Medium Success]
Myrie seemed to stop at that line of questioning, suddenly flustered as she put down a selection of dresses on the bed.
"Now, miss... you know it ain't like that. Your father wants the best..."
She trailed off, however, her eyes giving away something that her words did not. It didn't take much to see how she felt about her master's treatment of Somber. Myrie turned away hurriedly so her expression wasn't obvious, instead fussing in a manner that was an expert talent with many maids and staff. Looking like you're busy, to avoid having to deal with complicated situations.
"Try on any of the dresses. He says he doesn't mind which, as long as you are looking your best! I'm sure... you'll do him proud!"
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Post by swapgo on May 15, 2024 12:04:19 GMT
"-no, he demands the best"
Miranda's interruption was harsh, but her tone wasn't, she wasn't lashing out at Myrie, merely correcting her. For a moment, she looked apprehensive of leaving the mirror, but eventually she walked to the selection of dresses in display. There was a visible bend in the metal frame of her mirror, how long had that imperfection been there?
She glanced over the selection of dresses, her right hand raising to cover her lips as she studied her options. Her eyes were firmly on the embroided green dress in front of her. Something about it drew her in, the dark undertones of leaves felt unnervingly sheltering, she could imagine sounds that she had never heard, that had nothing to do with harmony and theory, just by staring at its hue. Her lips twitched and twirled as she moved her left hand in and leaned forward, to pick the burgundy dress right next to it, giving it to the maid without a second glance. Unfortunately, Minerva sensed today wasn't going to be about what she wanted.
"Please make sure it is presentable while I undress", she took a seat to more comfortably unclasp her vest, on top of this dress that had commited the wrongdoing of tempting her feelings.
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