((This happens AFTER Marianne's Character Reset/Recreation, which means the events below are canon.))
Written by IndigoIvy, @Ryria and @MantaRey
A young Dressolinian woman had her head on a swivel, as only a few weeks have passed before the Deathling Empress Lo had been assassinated, and she had no idea who lived and who died. Suddenly, she caught the glance of the familar face of Ania Santorski.
Taking a few steps towards her, she waved, a casual salute, before speaking out. Greeting her in Marianne's common tongue, she looked back with a slightly cold expression. "Your name escapes me, girl. Yet I remember that face. Vaguely, at the least. Who are you?"
The 'girl''s personal self-absorbment made her seem slightly taken aback from the fact that Ania didn't remember her, but shook it off quickly and hid her disappointment, introducing herself once again. "Ah, I am Marianne of Hous'a Speziale, no?" Sitting down on the opposite side of the booth, she turned her head when Britta Santorski started to hum and make her own remark. "...House Speziale must not be very special if we haven't heard of them."
Marianne ignored her from then on.
A light smile came upon Ania's features, and she held her broad shoulders back, presenting herself as large and in charge even from her seated position.
"Ah, that's right. You were the one eager to sign up for some bannerman's posistion, if I recall. Something of the equivalent. It's pleasing to see you've lasted through the war against the usuper, Speziale." Mari blinked at that statement, lowering her eyelids slowly and putting on a brighter expression. "Why fhank you, and to you too." After begrudgingly accepting her superior posture, she decided to sugarcoat the conversation, perhaps to warm the cold Northern heart. "We need mor'a clever minded women, ah, such as you in Regalia."
"Your flattery is apperciated, but I'd rather not beat around the bush. Is there something you needed of me?"
"...I've heard dhat Eira Sorenvik is dead. I was'a wondering if you knew if dhat was true."
The Santorski's brow slightly raised, almost as if one imagined it. After a silent moment, the Speziale pressed on."I usual'ly don'ta believe rumours of de commonfolk, but dhis has been a disscus-si'on among noblity and former gu-"
"To my knowledge, yes. Eira Sorenvik was slain in combat."
"...Was there a reason ya' wish'ta know?"
Another pause.
"Well. Dhat's quite de news, no?"
"Her misdoings finally caught up'ta her."
The Dressolinian's pupil flitted to the left, and she mumbled. "Good riddance," and the Santorski's exchanged glances and frowns, before Ania responded. "Is there anything else you were wondering about?"
Marianne turned down the offer, sauntering off but Britta muttered to the other in their Northern tongues, reminding her of what both already knew. "Eyes to the left when speaking means you're lying."
Written by IndigoIvy, @Ryria and @MantaRey
A young Dressolinian woman had her head on a swivel, as only a few weeks have passed before the Deathling Empress Lo had been assassinated, and she had no idea who lived and who died. Suddenly, she caught the glance of the familar face of Ania Santorski.
Taking a few steps towards her, she waved, a casual salute, before speaking out. Greeting her in Marianne's common tongue, she looked back with a slightly cold expression. "Your name escapes me, girl. Yet I remember that face. Vaguely, at the least. Who are you?"
The 'girl''s personal self-absorbment made her seem slightly taken aback from the fact that Ania didn't remember her, but shook it off quickly and hid her disappointment, introducing herself once again. "Ah, I am Marianne of Hous'a Speziale, no?" Sitting down on the opposite side of the booth, she turned her head when Britta Santorski started to hum and make her own remark. "...House Speziale must not be very special if we haven't heard of them."
Marianne ignored her from then on.
A light smile came upon Ania's features, and she held her broad shoulders back, presenting herself as large and in charge even from her seated position.
"Ah, that's right. You were the one eager to sign up for some bannerman's posistion, if I recall. Something of the equivalent. It's pleasing to see you've lasted through the war against the usuper, Speziale." Mari blinked at that statement, lowering her eyelids slowly and putting on a brighter expression. "Why fhank you, and to you too." After begrudgingly accepting her superior posture, she decided to sugarcoat the conversation, perhaps to warm the cold Northern heart. "We need mor'a clever minded women, ah, such as you in Regalia."
"Your flattery is apperciated, but I'd rather not beat around the bush. Is there something you needed of me?"
"...I've heard dhat Eira Sorenvik is dead. I was'a wondering if you knew if dhat was true."
The Santorski's brow slightly raised, almost as if one imagined it. After a silent moment, the Speziale pressed on."I usual'ly don'ta believe rumours of de commonfolk, but dhis has been a disscus-si'on among noblity and former gu-"
"To my knowledge, yes. Eira Sorenvik was slain in combat."
"...Was there a reason ya' wish'ta know?"
Another pause.
"Well. Dhat's quite de news, no?"
"Her misdoings finally caught up'ta her."
The Dressolinian's pupil flitted to the left, and she mumbled. "Good riddance," and the Santorski's exchanged glances and frowns, before Ania responded. "Is there anything else you were wondering about?"
Marianne turned down the offer, sauntering off but Britta muttered to the other in their Northern tongues, reminding her of what both already knew. "Eyes to the left when speaking means you're lying."
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