IC: Meetings
“No!” Valestiel’s voice raised several octaves much to Lady Svanrae’s displeasure. The red haired woman vigorously rubbed her temples before looking up at the younger elf.
“Yes, your sister is alive and she wishes to speak with you.” Svanrae was almost triumphant as something akin to understanding crossed over Valestiel’s features, but was quickly discouraged by the hacking, hollow cough that erupted from the corner of the room.
“No, no. One, I am not alive. I am very much dead. And two, I did not wish to speak with her this soon, rather, you arranged it behind my back…” Gale stated in her metallic, monotonous voice. Her sudden interruption made Valestiel turn several shades paler as she walked towards the back of the room wringing her hands with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Lady Svanrae took a long breath, placing her hands on her hips much like she had done when she had scolded the Sunmist sisters back when they were merely girls. “Enough! You two are acting like toddlers!” She seemed ready to continue but she caught sight of Gale scribbling something in a book rather than paying even minimal attention to her words…”And you! Put that infernal tome down!”
Much to her chagrin, Gale remained unfazed and unapologetic while Valestiel bolted for the door.
Even Lady Svanrae was beginning to see that this hadn’t been her brightest idea to date.