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Elise Virak
En Route to Vel Ciruk
Aisling
There were few people in this world that Elise liked. Fewer who she would call friend, and even fewer who would call her friend.
Yet Aisling Weiroon, the woman who now sat before her was one of those people, or at least had once been. The two of them had grown up together. They had attended the same Gala's, the same parties, the same events all throughout their lives. Their families had not despised or actively plotted against one another, and as such out of necessity they had grown close.
She could still remember the countless hours they had spent gossiping, chatting, ribbing some of the other girls. They had even talked about boys in their time. Which of the Noble sons they would not mind marrying, and which they would stab in the back at first opportunity. The two of them had always been of different mind on certain topics, but that had never really mattered much.
Companionship, friendship, was rare among nobility such as them, and they had both known it at the time.
Elise did not know quite how long it had been since she'd seen Aisling, but it seemed like a lifetime. Now they found themselves within a line of stage coaches, all three of the fanciful wagons carrying members of the Noble Houses as they made their way to the Celebration of the Survival of Vel Ciruk.
It had been deemed important that the nobles of the Great Houses travel together to the festival, a mark of their 'unity' or something as such. Elise didn't particularly care of course, and in truth she had been delighted to see Aisling travel with her. The other two, a son of Urahil and a Daughter of...hell she couldn't even remember, did not really matter much. "Aisling, it has been so long."
Elise said with an oddly chirpy tone.
"I heard you joined the corsairs?" Surprisingly, there was no disgust in her tone.
Aisling
There were few people in this world that Elise liked. Fewer who she would call friend, and even fewer who would call her friend.
Yet Aisling Weiroon, the woman who now sat before her was one of those people, or at least had once been. The two of them had grown up together. They had attended the same Gala's, the same parties, the same events all throughout their lives. Their families had not despised or actively plotted against one another, and as such out of necessity they had grown close.
She could still remember the countless hours they had spent gossiping, chatting, ribbing some of the other girls. They had even talked about boys in their time. Which of the Noble sons they would not mind marrying, and which they would stab in the back at first opportunity. The two of them had always been of different mind on certain topics, but that had never really mattered much.
Companionship, friendship, was rare among nobility such as them, and they had both known it at the time.
Elise did not know quite how long it had been since she'd seen Aisling, but it seemed like a lifetime. Now they found themselves within a line of stage coaches, all three of the fanciful wagons carrying members of the Noble Houses as they made their way to the Celebration of the Survival of Vel Ciruk.
It had been deemed important that the nobles of the Great Houses travel together to the festival, a mark of their 'unity' or something as such. Elise didn't particularly care of course, and in truth she had been delighted to see Aisling travel with her. The other two, a son of Urahil and a Daughter of...hell she couldn't even remember, did not really matter much. "Aisling, it has been so long."
Elise said with an oddly chirpy tone.
"I heard you joined the corsairs?" Surprisingly, there was no disgust in her tone.