Evidence of the shopping trip lies in a series of white bags dropped haphazardly at the edge of the living room. Shoes, dresses, makeup, it makes a suggestion before the two women even come into sight. The girl with Fahima is young and beautiful, threatening to one who might be jealous, merely pleasing to everyone else. Ilde had begun the excursion in one of the simple white dresses she preferred, but has now been coaxed into something more intricate, a skirt made of some nearly liquid fabric, shimmering gold around her figure, a blouse with billowing sleeves, slit shoulders, tiny shimmering little crystals that are almost invisible until she moves and catches the light.
As Kusuma enters, the two of them are laughing as 'Saffron' regales Fahima with a story about one of her handsome suitors. Over drinks the day before, they had covered her more beautiful ones; all of them loosely based upon something real but the majority of her words false. Falsehood has never been one of Ilde's better virtues. Every word of it burns in her mouth, like an insect sting, but she has stayed the course. She had gotten the editor intrigued with her promise of tales to tell, had kept her intrigued enough to suggest they go shopping together. Giorno's lessons had come in handy once again, flattering the other woman with clever outfits and beautiful colors that suited her, her style. And then at the end of the night, she had easily sealed the deal with Fahima, sitting over drinks she had sipped at her own glass before offering it over, exclaiming how interesting the taste was; here try.
She had suggested they return to the apartment together, and by the time the drug had worn off why would Fahima have thought it was anything other than a pleasant idea?
And now here they are.
As Fahima rises to greet Kusuma, and introduce her new friend, Ilde meets the guards eyes over their shoulder.
(There you are.)
A tinge of approval to the greeting she sends to Petre. Things are going very well indeed. She had had her doubts that they would be able to coordinate seamlessly with Kusuma's guard regiment, but a shapeshifter changed things, didn't it... After establishing the looks of some of Ming's guards, it had not been hard to send the demon ahead in preparation. Although what it says about Ilde Vilmaine that now she uses a shifter as easily as she uses anyone else is still not something she is entirely ready to think about.
(Fahima Hanne has been no trouble thus far. I will take them both away for drinks, please check that their escape routes are secured while I do.)
With that she rises, brushing her hair over her shoulder, smiling.
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As Kusuma enters, the two of them are laughing as 'Saffron' regales Fahima with a story about one of her handsome suitors. Over drinks the day before, they had covered her more beautiful ones; all of them loosely based upon something real but the majority of her words false. Falsehood has never been one of Ilde's better virtues. Every word of it burns in her mouth, like an insect sting, but she has stayed the course. She had gotten the editor intrigued with her promise of tales to tell, had kept her intrigued enough to suggest they go shopping together. Giorno's lessons had come in handy once again, flattering the other woman with clever outfits and beautiful colors that suited her, her style. And then at the end of the night, she had easily sealed the deal with Fahima, sitting over drinks she had sipped at her own glass before offering it over, exclaiming how interesting the taste was; here try.
She had suggested they return to the apartment together, and by the time the drug had worn off why would Fahima have thought it was anything other than a pleasant idea?
And now here they are.
As Fahima rises to greet Kusuma, and introduce her new friend, Ilde meets the guards eyes over their shoulder.
( There you are. )
A tinge of approval to the greeting she sends to Petre. Things are going very well indeed. She had had her doubts that they would be able to coordinate seamlessly with Kusuma's guard regiment, but a shapeshifter changed things, didn't it... After establishing the looks of some of Ming's guards, it had not been hard to send the demon ahead in preparation. Although what it says about Ilde Vilmaine that now she uses a shifter as easily as she uses anyone else is still not something she is entirely ready to think about.
( Fahima Hanne has been no trouble thus far. I will take them both away for drinks, please check that their escape routes are secured while I do. )
With that she rises, brushing her hair over her shoulder, smiling.
"Hello, Kusuma, a pleasure to meet you."