A WREATH OF THORNS ADORNS THE DOOR

“I am certain that you have experienced this in the Beleveron estate, but house staff do enjoy their idle gossip, even if intentions seem harmless.” She had not quite thought of such a thing, if she had to give honesty. Sometimes it was easy to forget that tongues wagged like tails here. That rumors spread and destroyed like wild fire in this land. Without heed. Without mercy. Perhaps not without thought, however, as it seemed quite common for the want to demolish another's life. Boredom. Necessity. It didn't matter how kind of soft spoken she had been, it seemed. It didn't matter how helpful she had wished to be. How friendly. Had it only made her an easier target for such malice? Perhaps. She was both proud and vexed that she would never seem to grasp the dynamics of their political power in this land. Now, however, she was free from such clamour. No longer would she be forced to endure such tedious things. Though, in truth, she had (regretfully now) grown a fondness for tea parties and their pastries that had come with them.  “I do intend to keep my word that you are safe here. My mother has rules in place that the staff must follow.” She would tilt her head slightly. Understanding. Yes, surely if the Beleveron's discovered that she had managed to live through the ordeal, they would be relentless in their efforts to ensure that she remained effectively silent.

"Thank you, Avvie." She would breathe, a small smile lingering upon her lips as she followed her host as they moved, presumably to get her properly clothed. Her fingertips would lightly glissade over the delicate ivies and plants within the home, assuming these were also of her mother's doing, yet perhaps Avarice herself as well in face of the fact she had conjured the blooms to decorate her hair. In truth, she had absolutely no talent for such things, despite being born a wolf. Such magic hadn't seemed common amongst her people, or maybe it simply hadn't been cultivated amongst them. The oracles of the Mother Tree had seemed blessed with such arcane as they used it to enhance and repair the great tree and her land while they were living in the lush oasis. They were revered, however, as chosen by the great spirit and her governing children. Never did they take spouses of their own, and upon such power being discovered in children, they would be taken in and raised by the small number to take their places when the fog inevitably claimed them. Yet those here seemed imbued with such a power so easily. Even such a simple task as a gentleman caller conjuring a rose for his lady she had witnessed. It was... odd witnessing such majesty being used for something so mundane. Though in a healer's line of work, it would be invaluable.

“Of course,” Avarice's hum would easily distract her from her musings as they entered what Dae supposed was her room. “I’ve some riding clothes that I find more comfortable than those stuffy dresses in my closet. Would that be to your liking? You may wear whatever is to your liking.” She would continue, opening her closet to be perused. The contents ranged, but from the fabrics, Dae would pick something simplistic, obscenely so, the Lady of the Beleveron estate would have sneered. A dark forest swath that looked long enough to accommodate their difference in height. "This, if I may?"

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