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Apophe had returned to Zakuul to meet with her cousin. These days, she seemed to shuttle back and forth between Zakuul and New Satramand quite frequently, caught up in administrative duties that came with being a monarch. It was exhausting, but it was good busywork all the same. Thankfully, they were close enough together that not too much was lost in travel time. That made it possible to be efficient in her bouncing back and forth and kept her from worrying that she was wasting too much time.
She had ostensibly come for business, but the reality was that there was a conversation she had with Amelia that was weighing heavily on her mind. She had been incredibly close to Arsolyn MehYahm when they were children, being one of the only two children close in age at the time. From 6-10, she was probably even closer to Arsolyn than she was to Lazzis. But now she had come to realize in their adult life Apophe knew very little about her baby cousin, and more than that, was often annoyed at Arsolyn's many demands. She didn't want that. She wanted to be close to Lynnie again, like they used to be.
But there came the hurdle. She had gotten serious with Amelia. Very serious, and she knew that Arsolyn wouldn't like that. 'Wouldn't like that'. She'd be livid. If it were almost any other person, Apophe would just order her to get over it. But this was her Lynnie, not any other person. She knew what would happen if she didn't handle that delicately. Apophe knew, on some level, if she lost Arsolyn she'd probably never recover emotionally. This girl had been her best friend growing up. She had to make an effort to play this as gently as she could.
She fumbled with the engagement ring on her finger. She should have come to Arsolyn with this sooner. She sighed through her nose. She had a plan, though. If Arsolyn got violent, she wasn't going to engage with her. She'd just let her work it out of her system.
Apophe stepped off the carrier, dressed in finery. A long fur-cape hung from her shoulders, and she was dressed in a silken red tunic. A golden circlet curved around her head, giving her that Imperial air that helped her feel more comfortable. She had her hair in a single pig-tail, like she used to wear when she was a little girl.
She descended, overseeing the temple that Arsolyn was building. Even now, control of Zakuul was not a given, but monuments like these would helpfully help convince the enemy that they had been thoroughly vanquished by the Void Serpents. She progressed amongst the rocks, her eyes peeled. Finally, she saw her.
Arsolyn MehYahm, looking as imperious as ever. Apophe smiled, and drifted up to her.
"Hey, Lynnie" she said.
@Vinn Esper
She had ostensibly come for business, but the reality was that there was a conversation she had with Amelia that was weighing heavily on her mind. She had been incredibly close to Arsolyn MehYahm when they were children, being one of the only two children close in age at the time. From 6-10, she was probably even closer to Arsolyn than she was to Lazzis. But now she had come to realize in their adult life Apophe knew very little about her baby cousin, and more than that, was often annoyed at Arsolyn's many demands. She didn't want that. She wanted to be close to Lynnie again, like they used to be.
But there came the hurdle. She had gotten serious with Amelia. Very serious, and she knew that Arsolyn wouldn't like that. 'Wouldn't like that'. She'd be livid. If it were almost any other person, Apophe would just order her to get over it. But this was her Lynnie, not any other person. She knew what would happen if she didn't handle that delicately. Apophe knew, on some level, if she lost Arsolyn she'd probably never recover emotionally. This girl had been her best friend growing up. She had to make an effort to play this as gently as she could.
She fumbled with the engagement ring on her finger. She should have come to Arsolyn with this sooner. She sighed through her nose. She had a plan, though. If Arsolyn got violent, she wasn't going to engage with her. She'd just let her work it out of her system.
Apophe stepped off the carrier, dressed in finery. A long fur-cape hung from her shoulders, and she was dressed in a silken red tunic. A golden circlet curved around her head, giving her that Imperial air that helped her feel more comfortable. She had her hair in a single pig-tail, like she used to wear when she was a little girl.
She descended, overseeing the temple that Arsolyn was building. Even now, control of Zakuul was not a given, but monuments like these would helpfully help convince the enemy that they had been thoroughly vanquished by the Void Serpents. She progressed amongst the rocks, her eyes peeled. Finally, she saw her.
Arsolyn MehYahm, looking as imperious as ever. Apophe smiled, and drifted up to her.
"Hey, Lynnie" she said.
@Vinn Esper