Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She observed his reaction to her words with a slight squint, a fleeting smile never departing from her face, even as Damien's face once again drew closer than what was perhaps socially acceptable. Yet, an aura of preternatural calm and feminine confidence seemed to exude from her, further amplified by her disguise as Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. This lent her an air as if the entire universe revolved around her. Sparks of mischievous mischief glistened in Fiorella's steel-blue eyes, visible through the ornate gold mask adorned with black feathers that blended with her own mane of glossy black hair, all while she keenly observed his inner turmoil.

The silence between them did not appear to discomfort or awkwardly engage her - and even if it did, she displayed no signs of it. Yet, it was more than probable that she embodied the type of person more inclined to listen and observe than to dominate a conversation. When he subtly indicated his desire to relocate, she regarded him thoughtfully for several protracted seconds before gracefully disengaging herself from the wall she had been leaning against with her bare back, and followed his lead.

As they neared the exit of the common room, Fiorella did not hesitate to retrieve another ornate crystal glass, this one containing a red semi-dry wine aged for several years prior to the Nomad War.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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