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?"

NO ONE COMES HOME ANYMORE

room was made in simple design. Warm hues of ivory with subtle hints of a rosy blush that seemed not too heavy in the aesthetic. Cherry blossoms bloomed along the arching frame of a windowed door that opened out to a balcony overlooking the gardens that remained ever lively despite her mothers current absence. Tucked near the canopy of her bed next to the nightstand was a neatly crafted bedding of finer silks and a dainty little dish that she had placed for Osmanthus whenever the elusive feline decided to visit. Avarice would be lying if she claimed to not ponder the feline as of late though never did take into consideration what Ira-Gula may say upon his return or, if by some chance, her mother. This, if I may? Ah, she did not consider any of the potential factors. However, Avarice was not one to privy herself over the trivias of what ifs for they’d yet to occur. Cherry blossom gaze would gently lift to see Dae had finally settled upon an outfit to her liking and the young maiden would simply not with unwarranted approval. “Whatever suits your comfort needs, Dae.” Came the soft-spoken reassurance of the pale maidens decree. She would turn away to allow her friend time to change into the chosen clothes. Though while she awaited for Daesen’yri to dress, Avarice did chime into cautious conversation. “My mother is currently away for an unknown time,” She regarded in casual. “Though if she should return in her own time, I do advise to simply take caution.” Her hand cupped her own cheek as she considered how to approach her next words without sounding too prude; “She is… quite protective and takes time to warm up to.” Avarice bit the inside of her cheek knowing full well that the terms she used were used heavily light.

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