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"Oh!" Vittoria let out a soft air of surprise. "Indeed, it is." She had crossed paths with Dreadlord Quinnick a few months ago, or more, for Vittoria had been a suspect of an Initiate's murder, but Quinnick was quick to dismiss it. The way her magic worked, and how the woman wielded it, had...

Vittoria lifted a brow, staring up at Kilien. It was the sort of stare she often gave him, and others, that gave her a moment to study. "Both of us. They will think the same of both of us. I am to be cuffed, yes, but when has that ever kept me leashed for long?" She mused, now casting her gaze...

Vittoria quirked a brow. "We are Anrian guests, I should think they would be curious to allow us to visit." It would be an opportunity to see how the Elbionese approached magic, to see how it was wielded in such a way that differed to the mages hailing from Vel Anir. She had read many books...

Vittoria seemed to pause a moment before turning around and spying what Kilien had become distracted by. Of course, in light of the revolution and how things began to change with education at the Academy, Vittoria had been heavily ingrained to be a brutalist. Out of politeness, she turned her...

Vittoria was used to feeling triumphant, but hearing Kilien agree to something altered something else within her. It gave her satisfaction to hear him give in, enough to get her excited that they would attend something together. Every year, the Academy put on a dance for the Initiates in hopes...

"Perrine Urahil, as in Proctor Urahil?" Vittoria lifted a brow, impressed that she had never known the Proctor was so talented. She surveyed the crowd around them, to see if the Proctor had indeed made it to the gala, but alas, a talented artist such as Proctor Urahil was also a prized Healer...

Vittoria hesitated, her eyes widening with light worry. "Have I not already?" Yet that smirk clued her in that he was making jest, so much so that Vittoria's eyes narrowed back to their usual shape and her lips curved into a slight smile. "I like wooing you, Kilien Basmarc." Ever since the...

Vittoria slide closer to him, resting her chin on his shoulder. She had to crane her neck a little more than she used to, for Kilien had grown a little over the past few months. At first, she had thought she was not standing tall, but if she were to look up at anyone, it would be him. "Or you...

She reached an arm out to him, hand resting at his hip as Vittoria dazzled him with a rare smile. "Do you not mean an event we get to enjoy. Your name is listed and I would like to see you dressed up. Even if it is this once." There was no need to mention that graduation, although post-poned...

She chewed on her lips for two reasons. One, at the thought of stopping herself on speaking about Avery Cathaoir, a girl she loathed to even acknowledge. Her presence was a surprise, but if she was here on Vigilite business, it was not Vittoria's duty to unveil such a thing even if it were in...

It had been over a decade since she last stood on a vessel and felt the gentle rock of the waves and currents. Vittoria felt at ease, comforted by the say of the ferry. Her eyes looked ahead, spying Elbion and it's mountainous glory. "It would look gorgeous in the winter." She could see it...

Her hands were trapped behind her, held in Kilien's hands as he pulled her in. She arched her spine, so that she could still retain a full look at his face as he spoke to their charge. The man was slowly returning to his usual colour, taking deep breaths and looking around. He averted his gaze...

"Gruesome." The words sounded negative when in fact, her approval had been made. Her eyes lingered on the evidence of a battle survived, nodding to herself as she deemed it will do exactly as she planned it would. "You will get their attention." Vittoria had her own ideas too. Let the Cortosi...

Her eyes moved to settle on the Kilien, gifting him one of those rare smiles where they reached her eyes only slightly. Her pupils grew wider every time she looked to him, saw him as he was before her. Not a day went by that she wondered just how he had found a way into her heart, past all the...

A hum sounded deep from her throat, turning her head to peer at the Stranger's face Kael wore. "Precisely. Are you able to provide your own wounds, or would you like my assistance in that?" The way she asked had been as if she were merely speaking about the weather. Casual conversation was...