30th of Frost, 121 AS
Location: Lyra's Manor
Time: Early Afternoon
The invitation was sent to Kala by priority mail and arrived several days prior to the invited day. Lyra had penned it herself, with a flourishing signature that acted as a pictograph to authenticate it as being from her. When she arrived she would find herself greeted by a man dressed in servant attire with silver hair and golden eyes, not unlike Lyra's. He stood tall and proper in front of the doors, and he would bow respectfully when she and her retainer if she brought one, approached.
"Lady Leukos, Welcome to my master's estate." His voice was smooth and almost sultry as he straightened with a smile, "My name is Salem. If you will follow me."
As if on queue the doors opened to reveal a small inner courtyard. Two women held the doors and bowed their heads respectfully. Both were dressed in elegant black uniforms with serpentine patterns along the hems. At first glance, they looked human, but closer inspection revealed each had a touch of fae blood that gave them a slightly odd appearance. The one on the left had dark hair and what looked like scales along her neck, but the irises of her eyes looked like the night sky with flecks of white across their pure black surface. The other seemed mostly human with blooms of wisteria in her hair, but when she smiled she revealed pointed teeth.
Salem would lead Kala to a small sitting area to the right of the courtyard where refreshments were already waiting.
"Lyra asks that you make yourself at home. She will be with you shortly." Then, with another bow, the hytori man would leave through a hidden entrance behind one of the curtains on the wall. They would not have to wait long before Lyra herself exited through the doors into the grand dining hall, smiling as she came.
"Kala, I am sorry it took so long to arrange this. It has been quite... busy these past weeks." Lyra wore her usual black and gold-trimmed robes, as she did while at her shop, though these were slightly finer and the sleeves broader with more intricate designs at the wrists. Around he neck, peaking through the veil of dark hair was Artur, who flicked his tongue curiously at Kala.
Location: Lyra's Manor
Time: Early Afternoon
The invitation was sent to Kala by priority mail and arrived several days prior to the invited day. Lyra had penned it herself, with a flourishing signature that acted as a pictograph to authenticate it as being from her. When she arrived she would find herself greeted by a man dressed in servant attire with silver hair and golden eyes, not unlike Lyra's. He stood tall and proper in front of the doors, and he would bow respectfully when she and her retainer if she brought one, approached.
"Lady Leukos, Welcome to my master's estate." His voice was smooth and almost sultry as he straightened with a smile, "My name is Salem. If you will follow me."
As if on queue the doors opened to reveal a small inner courtyard. Two women held the doors and bowed their heads respectfully. Both were dressed in elegant black uniforms with serpentine patterns along the hems. At first glance, they looked human, but closer inspection revealed each had a touch of fae blood that gave them a slightly odd appearance. The one on the left had dark hair and what looked like scales along her neck, but the irises of her eyes looked like the night sky with flecks of white across their pure black surface. The other seemed mostly human with blooms of wisteria in her hair, but when she smiled she revealed pointed teeth.
Salem would lead Kala to a small sitting area to the right of the courtyard where refreshments were already waiting.
"Lyra asks that you make yourself at home. She will be with you shortly." Then, with another bow, the hytori man would leave through a hidden entrance behind one of the curtains on the wall. They would not have to wait long before Lyra herself exited through the doors into the grand dining hall, smiling as she came.
"Kala, I am sorry it took so long to arrange this. It has been quite... busy these past weeks." Lyra wore her usual black and gold-trimmed robes, as she did while at her shop, though these were slightly finer and the sleeves broader with more intricate designs at the wrists. Around he neck, peaking through the veil of dark hair was Artur, who flicked his tongue curiously at Kala.
