(Oh my god the fact that you KNEW the dialogue that was coming next-)
Genevieve pulls away, still looking cross
"Gloves are fine, I suppose. Gloves over her elbows will give shape to her arms."
She releases Katharine's hand. Katharine has been on the block for over an hour, and there is still much day ahead. All the way to nightfall, her party, and the Gave Noir. The poisoner's feast...just thinking of it makes her stomach clench, and she winces.
"Hf-"
She quickly straightened her spine, fixing her posture and keeping her eyes lowered
"quietly S-Sorry Natalia..."
G: "She has to be ready. Every corner of the island will hear about what happens tonight."
The poison Katharine will be forced to consume, the sheer amount of it, may overcome Natalia's training. Of course this wouldn't be a problem if Katharine's poisoner gift were strong. The walls of the parlor feel heavy. They press in, given weight by the sheer number of Arrons inside. They have come all across the island for this, the queen's 16th birthday.
She looked up at her and nodded slightly
"Yes Natalia..."
G: "To herself We are entering the Ascension Year with a weak queen. If we lose...I will not go back to Prynn!"
Prynn. It was once the poisoner's city but now only the weakest reside there. The entire capital of Indrid Down is theirs now. It has been for over a hundred years. Natalia glances out the window, towards the Volroy's black spires. Five Arrons sit on the Black Council. No less than five have sat on it for three generations, placed there by the ruling poisoner queen.
