A brunette girl sat in one of the private family tents, watching her baby sister attempt to climb out of her crib on her own for the third time. The toddler's determined spirit was admirable… though probably exhausting for her caretakers. As usual, they had been dismissed while the eldest daughter spent time with the child.
'That woman's confusion over my dress was rather entertaining. She's oddly terrible at socializing despite being so sharp. Maybe it's just instinct?'
The heiress couldn't help but shift her dull eyes from the child. The Frozen Duskblade had tried to sound casual when asking about the fabric, as if it were womanly interest. Letting her touch it had only seemed to deepen suspicions - as if confirming it felt real somehow made everything else all more questionable.
"E-wa! E-wa!"
