[Completed Thread]
WHO: Lucretia Crescent and Yamazaki Susumu.
WHAT: Meeting for a walk and talk, away from the crowds.
WHERE: Around the eastern gardens and labyrinth.
WHEN: After night begins to fall on the night of the ball.
It was a very interesting sort of night. The kind where just about anything could happen. The air felt lighter and the sounds, sounded brighter. Even though the night was quickly approaching, the twilight never seemed more luminescent. The tall windows on the distant building of the castle ballroom gleamed like the surface of opals. The scents of the gardens planted all around the city cloaked Rivelata in its characteristics perfume. Everything seemed as if it were out of a painting. That was the sort of place Rivelata was.
An image, a fantasy, a dream, or a very frustrating and too perfect kind of nightmare. Lucretia waited, somewhere amongst all those, meandering among the flower beds and their cobblestone walkways in between. She hadn't known what to expect from the night that the great event held. While she had expected to hear of it afterward, living in the present certainly made a bit of difference, being able to entertain some sort of company, after all. Someone she had never met, from another world, a peculiar sort of background. One that could very well be very dangerous. Almost like the Turks. Dangerous as it was or might have been, she did not feel threatened. Even if she should have.
"What's in a name?" Lucretia recited boldly to herself, cradling a cream colored rose leaning next to her in one hand. It reminded her of the camellia, the tsubaki, that she had received from Shuuichi. Perhaps this was a somewhat related, flair for the dramatic. Play-acting she could do. Mostly when she was alone, as she thought she was, even while she waited. "A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet."
WHAT: Meeting for a walk and talk, away from the crowds.
WHERE: Around the eastern gardens and labyrinth.
WHEN: After night begins to fall on the night of the ball.
It was a very interesting sort of night. The kind where just about anything could happen. The air felt lighter and the sounds, sounded brighter. Even though the night was quickly approaching, the twilight never seemed more luminescent. The tall windows on the distant building of the castle ballroom gleamed like the surface of opals. The scents of the gardens planted all around the city cloaked Rivelata in its characteristics perfume. Everything seemed as if it were out of a painting. That was the sort of place Rivelata was.
An image, a fantasy, a dream, or a very frustrating and too perfect kind of nightmare. Lucretia waited, somewhere amongst all those, meandering among the flower beds and their cobblestone walkways in between. She hadn't known what to expect from the night that the great event held. While she had expected to hear of it afterward, living in the present certainly made a bit of difference, being able to entertain some sort of company, after all. Someone she had never met, from another world, a peculiar sort of background. One that could very well be very dangerous. Almost like the Turks. Dangerous as it was or might have been, she did not feel threatened. Even if she should have.
"What's in a name?" Lucretia recited boldly to herself, cradling a cream colored rose leaning next to her in one hand. It reminded her of the camellia, the tsubaki, that she had received from Shuuichi. Perhaps this was a somewhat related, flair for the dramatic. Play-acting she could do. Mostly when she was alone, as she thought she was, even while she waited. "A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet."