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A Christmas Cabaret
Characters: Ashelia and Link. Others can come by for sure, though the thread with Ashe and Link will be locked, methinks.
Where: At a small cafe near the university. Some students are putting on a small Christmas concert.
When: The evening of December 16
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Ashelia sat in her chair, legs crossed and quill in hand. Though the string quartet was playing, she was more focused on signing the documents she had in front of her, nodding slowly to herself. She wore a simple dark red dress, a soft white shawl draped over her bare shoulders.
Her ring caught the light off a candle for a moment, distracting her from her writing, but only for a moment. It was the quartet finishing their piece that caused her to put her quill down finally. She clapped lightly for the performers as they moved off the stage to take a short break. After taking a sip from her wine glass, the queen turned her attention back to her paperwork, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she read what looked to be some very fine print.
Where: At a small cafe near the university. Some students are putting on a small Christmas concert.
When: The evening of December 16
Warning: N/A
Ashelia sat in her chair, legs crossed and quill in hand. Though the string quartet was playing, she was more focused on signing the documents she had in front of her, nodding slowly to herself. She wore a simple dark red dress, a soft white shawl draped over her bare shoulders.
Her ring caught the light off a candle for a moment, distracting her from her writing, but only for a moment. It was the quartet finishing their piece that caused her to put her quill down finally. She clapped lightly for the performers as they moved off the stage to take a short break. After taking a sip from her wine glass, the queen turned her attention back to her paperwork, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she read what looked to be some very fine print.
ota.
She may as well wait for their next set so, taking her coffee, Celes sat at one of the tables, waiting for the student singers to return.
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The long black coat covered him, while the green uniform beneath brought out the color in his eyes. He looked more like a dignitary than a knight, the tails of his jacket fluttering behind him as he walked into the cafe with a worrisome look upon his face.
His approach is slow, cautious, only clearing his throat after he was a mere few feet away from her to catch her attention. Aside from the building anxiety within him, given their past meeting, the Skyloftian could not help but blush at the appearance before him. It was both intimidating and remarkable, thoughts that he will keep to himself.
"Miss Ashe? Thank you for allowing me to meet with you."
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There, at one of the tables, sat a familiar face. Ashelia. She had not seen the other woman since the confrontation in the forest, knowing from the letters sent through mognet that she was likely very busy. In fact, she still looked busy...
Walking over to the vendor, Yuna softly ordered, "Another two glasses of what the lady there is having, please," and took hold of them once they were poured. It seemed as though the choir was just about ready to start up again. With gentle steps, so as not to spill, the brunette leaned in as she approached from the side.
"A gil for your thoughts, Lady Ashelia?" she smiled.
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