==> Dalia: Be Confused
The tone of Tezca’s voice was different, almost as if she didn’t recognize your voice. Well, you had kind of taken a bit of time of silence. Kristoph, you think, was the only one who really talked with you face to face. You sigh and then open the door carefully, adjusting the wheekbeast in your free hand.
What greeted you was not the sight you were looking to however. Indigo splattered everyone, your former Grand Highblooded friend sitting upon her throne with horns broken and fractured, and her body bandaged up quite a lot. You gulp and then carefully place the wheekbeast on your shoulder, so you may curtsy in her presence. She is still higher than you in many ways, so you will be appropriate and curtsy.
It is nice t0 see y0u well Lady Tezca. I was a little w0rried the rum0rs were true.
The person who came knocking entered. She blinked, realizing she had said her name. Granted, she had been completely formal about it, but she didn’t remember telling anyone her name… must’ve come with losing one’s position as Highblood. However, she did have one of your wheekbeasts on her shoulder.
Well, at least she seemed to know how to tend to them. The wheekbeast seemed calm, no need for complete alarm yet.
“RUMORS?”
Had the fight already gotten out? That would be your luck. However…
“it depends. WHAT HAVE YOU ALL UP AND HEARD AS FAR AS RUMORS?”
Your think pan was trying to process just who this was. She seemed familiar, but… but you couldn’t remember ever meeting her. Hell, you couldn’t remember too far past the fight, just your “children”, Garland, and…
And…
Yep, still drawing blanks.
“Yes, rum0rs 0f y0ur death my lady. They said y0u had been attacked and killed, but n0ne 0f the spirits w0uld tell me the true details. No trolls have heard anything, well a few, but they are nothing but liars anyway.”
She said while looking over at the wheekbeast on her shoulder carefully. It was still nibbling on the carrot happily. She smiled a little and gave the wheekbeast a little pet.
She stood up carefully, brushing some of the dust off of her indigo and black skirt. She hoped Tezca wouldn’t ask too many questions about her color choice, she was wearing a color so much higher than her blood, but she did have a bit of maroon in her hair, tiny pieces to show she was still a fortune teller and dancer, but you would have to be royalty to have her do a reading in full.
“Are y0u c0nfused ab0ut s0mething Lady Tezca?”
Death?
“i was dead?”
She grimaced slightly, the stinging returning full-force in her chest and the throbbing returning in her head. Now that she had mentioned it, it was odd to have found the blood dried, but her wounds had not healed. Indigos were known to be quite the quick fixers.
“WELL APPARENTLY DEATH COULDN’T HOLD ME LONG.” Tezca snorted. “if indeed i was all up and dead…”
Well…
Had she been?
She took notice of the maroon-blood’s garb. Curious, to see her wear such high colors, even though she acknowledged her own position, but… she had never seen a maroon dressed in such a manner.
“WELL, WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE THAT?”
No, she didn’t feel offended or threatened by it, she was genuinely curious, though.
