Osthavula
Deliciously insightful one
Lady Viola
Location: Veilgarden
Once the ordeal of Trevor was taken care of, she could take a look at the people in the same room with her now. The first that drew her attention was the big group sitting there, with different people gathered together around the table. It didn't take her long to recognized the person in mask. The Masked Deluder, not a hard name to think of. They had never cross path before, however. Viola spent a lot of time in Forgotten Quarters and University, and before she was quite occupied with becoming a Person of Significant Importance. She was still familiar with the names, certainly. But she was a bit behind on people who didn't join much social events.
Around him, which Viola knew for certain, was largely people who had just came to London. One glance and she knew just how out of place they were. Like she once was. Still getting used to the Fallen world, still learning and understanding that everything down here can ruin you. Like that mother who was protecting her child, or that doctor who was probably wondering how she would make it down here. But that man in blue ... He smelled more dangerous than the other ones, but still a guest to the table. From his gaze towards the deluder, his demeanor, he was at least calculating something. If only the others could learn that from him.
The others... Ah, yes. That lady with the top hat. Viola knew she was in the Great Game. How so? That's a hidden secret, for now.
And then there was the table of wasted writers, another groups that frequent Veilgarden and was seemingly anticipating for something, Trevor who she didn't bother to see sitting with his bottles, and the honey-soaked writer before her.
What a charming bunch. She thought to herself, and was going to call the bartender over.
But someone else captured her attention. An unfinished clayman walked in, and from her encounter with clayman, this one was beaming and walking with joyful steps. She recognized him, not only by the list of PoSI this time, but because she had read a recorded work of his, that and how could she possibly not know an unfinished-poet in Veilgarden? And now, he gave an even stronger impression, greeting the new comers in his booming voice. Poor drunk writers over that desk was waken from their dumbness and pressed their head in agony.
She opened her fan to cover her smiling at them, and felt that attention was given from the poet's direction. A nod and a light curtsy was given back, and the blue eyes narrowed in grin.
This might be an interesting night. Her tired soul was calmed by a new found curiousity.
Location: Veilgarden
Once the ordeal of Trevor was taken care of, she could take a look at the people in the same room with her now. The first that drew her attention was the big group sitting there, with different people gathered together around the table. It didn't take her long to recognized the person in mask. The Masked Deluder, not a hard name to think of. They had never cross path before, however. Viola spent a lot of time in Forgotten Quarters and University, and before she was quite occupied with becoming a Person of Significant Importance. She was still familiar with the names, certainly. But she was a bit behind on people who didn't join much social events.
Around him, which Viola knew for certain, was largely people who had just came to London. One glance and she knew just how out of place they were. Like she once was. Still getting used to the Fallen world, still learning and understanding that everything down here can ruin you. Like that mother who was protecting her child, or that doctor who was probably wondering how she would make it down here. But that man in blue ... He smelled more dangerous than the other ones, but still a guest to the table. From his gaze towards the deluder, his demeanor, he was at least calculating something. If only the others could learn that from him.
The others... Ah, yes. That lady with the top hat. Viola knew she was in the Great Game. How so? That's a hidden secret, for now.
And then there was the table of wasted writers, another groups that frequent Veilgarden and was seemingly anticipating for something, Trevor who she didn't bother to see sitting with his bottles, and the honey-soaked writer before her.
What a charming bunch. She thought to herself, and was going to call the bartender over.
But someone else captured her attention. An unfinished clayman walked in, and from her encounter with clayman, this one was beaming and walking with joyful steps. She recognized him, not only by the list of PoSI this time, but because she had read a recorded work of his, that and how could she possibly not know an unfinished-poet in Veilgarden? And now, he gave an even stronger impression, greeting the new comers in his booming voice. Poor drunk writers over that desk was waken from their dumbness and pressed their head in agony.
She opened her fan to cover her smiling at them, and felt that attention was given from the poet's direction. A nod and a light curtsy was given back, and the blue eyes narrowed in grin.
This might be an interesting night. Her tired soul was calmed by a new found curiousity.