49th Zi’da, 717
Darcy smiled at Charlie with delight and flushed with pride, grateful for the older woman’s compliment. Whilst she was confident in her ability on the piano, to play beside the Master made her feel like she was just mashing keys in comparison.
Watching her brother enchanted by the Warrick warmed her heart, and for a moment she felt sorry she had interrupted. He was smiling, and dancing, and relaxed. This wasn’t The Onyx Rose, not some unrelenting stone against the tide of Rynmere’s political madness, this was Oliver Sebastian Venora, this was Oli. Her Oli.
“He’s offered to tutor me Oli. Me! Tutored by Malero! I...I hope you don’t mind? He wants me to come home every ten trial to practice. I couldn’t possibly refuse or suggest he make the trip to Andaris instead!” She almost squeaked her voice become so high pitched, the excitement almost beaming from the blonde. At talk of weddings, her eyes widened for a moment, glancing at Charlie and back again with a knowing smile.
“Indeed brother, whenever that may be.” Giggling softly as the taller Venora kissed her forehead, Darcyanna’s eyes swept the room again, before looking back at them.
“Of course, go go! This night is for dancing and laughing and all the wonderful things you’ve set up here. Truly Oli, you’ve shown them all that Venora stands tall against the bitter winter frosts that nip at her heels. For the Rose.” Smiling, she waved them away, before turning to find the familiar purple of the Gawyne house amidst the sea of nobility.
Watching her brother enchanted by the Warrick warmed her heart, and for a moment she felt sorry she had interrupted. He was smiling, and dancing, and relaxed. This wasn’t The Onyx Rose, not some unrelenting stone against the tide of Rynmere’s political madness, this was Oliver Sebastian Venora, this was Oli. Her Oli.
“He’s offered to tutor me Oli. Me! Tutored by Malero! I...I hope you don’t mind? He wants me to come home every ten trial to practice. I couldn’t possibly refuse or suggest he make the trip to Andaris instead!” She almost squeaked her voice become so high pitched, the excitement almost beaming from the blonde. At talk of weddings, her eyes widened for a moment, glancing at Charlie and back again with a knowing smile.
“Indeed brother, whenever that may be.” Giggling softly as the taller Venora kissed her forehead, Darcyanna’s eyes swept the room again, before looking back at them.
“Of course, go go! This night is for dancing and laughing and all the wonderful things you’ve set up here. Truly Oli, you’ve shown them all that Venora stands tall against the bitter winter frosts that nip at her heels. For the Rose.” Smiling, she waved them away, before turning to find the familiar purple of the Gawyne house amidst the sea of nobility.
