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Chrys let out a complementary sigh, stifling a groan that would have betrayed her desire to linger in the bathhouse for a bit longer. Seemed a shame to waste the drink and company on expedient gulps but she did have to admire Dianaimh's drive. She came here to work and earn the pleasures of the...

"I suspect luck had nothing to do with it, dear." She mused, amused at the display and conveyance of description. Necromancy was not her forte or even something she had ever really considered practicing. Her power was in obtaining powers from others, transforming it into something more palpable...

Dianaimh may have done her best to hide her instinctual response, but it didn't slip past Chrys. The line of questioning was inadvertently touching on sensitive subjects and she was watching close enough to catch it. It was hard not to. Lifting her hand, she snapped as a faceless figure moved...

She quietly wondered what that meant, regarding sympathizing with the Duchess's tastes. It was something that held many meanings but she allowed for it to linger on the vine, preferring the opportunity to infer how she saw fit. "Cerak was just an example, Lady Dianaimh..." Chrys smiled, though...

Chrys allowed a soft smile as she turned, placing the bowl of grapes in the water. It began to wobble as she pushed it forward, allowing it to drift over to Dianiamh. Placing her elbows on the edge of the bath, with her back pressed against it, her yellow gaze drifted towards the ceiling. It had...

The Villa, itself, was warmly lit. Cloth and tapestries hung decoratively, catching the occasional vineyard wind as it cut through the largely open construction of the abode. The middle floor, which connected to the balcony and deck through an open archway, seemed to be largely devoted to...

She seemed to purr as she took another sip of her wine, contemplating the comments and questions from Dianaimh. It was good that they were on the same page, in certain ways, though the nature of the corvid born message was still left as intentionally mysterious. Chrys didn't make it a habit of...

Part of her wondered if that was wise. A gaping chasm into hell, maintained permanently, seemed like something that could provide an unlimited source of power for the arcane. But it might also require guarding or warding, both of which she could do if she had but the time to prepare. In her...

She smiled at the idea of her current actions being considered impolite. If Konrad truly felt that way, he would hate to see her when the belligerence actually takes hold. In fact, she thought she had been quite considerate of his needs, even if it was to eventually serve her purpose. "No, you...

Chrys smiled and gestured with a roll of her hands outward, as if in the reverse of scratching a cat's chin with her finger nails. "Well, the land of Sol Terra has laws that require registration with the Dukedom in order to perform magic. It's a royal decree, albeit an entirely useless one. It...

She took a step back with the shove but naturally bristled at the affront. But if his cold gaze was an attempt to, once again, intimidate her, it was of little success. The world had been filled with men and women who thought they were her better, thought they could push her around and control...

"You're welcome." She replied, taking some pleasure with the sight of another enjoying the benefits of the estate. The location, while not directly connected to the Duchy, was generally a place of ease, comfort, and relaxation. While the Duke or Duchess visited, the line between pleasure and...

"Slights are only slights if you allow them to be." She said through a smile, taking insult to being called girl. But she didn't need to rise the temptation or bait, instead tucking it away for another time. It had become very clear to her that Konrad was easily insulted and quick to rise to the...

That didn't get any sort of physical response as Chrys was busy focusing on the poorly lit path, stone with mounted brazier of burning embers, that would lead from the stables to the pavilion and up the stairs to her villa. But she respected that response, or really both of the responses, as it...

"I'm sure that must feel terrible...to be unique." Chrys replied, looking up with a smoldering bronze gaze for just a moment, handing through her manuscripts. Her comment was sarcastic, skirting towards playful teasing, but the fact remained that it wasn't the first time she had heard such...