Blissful Oblivion
Chapter 2: Fateful Meetings

The dark girl that Lady Armelia had identified as Blaire led Ly down a crowded corridor. All around them, people were running to and fro. Ly soon learned to keep out of their way. Apparently they weren't all that welcoming to strangers. As they walked farther and farther from Lady Armelia's rooms, Ly started to wonder why she would stay so far away from her mistress. She jogged to catch up with Blaire, who was moving at a quicker pace, dodging the many people in the corridor with practiced ease. "So where exactly are we going?" asked Ly when she had caught up. Blaire did nothing to even acknowledge that she had heard the question. "Blaire?" The girl turned to Ly, and simply beckoned for her to keep going.

Ly shrugged it off. Her guide at least seemed to know where they were going. She was walking quite determinedly, and at a quicker pace than Ly thought necessary. When they finally arrived at a set of double doors, Ly's questions multiplied. This did not seem like the kind of place a servant would stay. But strangely enough, Ly had a strong feeling of trust towards Blaire, although she had only known the girl for a few moments.

Blaire opened the door and walked purposefully in. Ly followed. Sitting at a table near the center of the hall she had just walked into were an assortment of people. All were servants from the look of it. The woman at the head of the table, who Ly guessed to be the leader, was wearing simple clothes, practical for her situation, and her black hair was tied back in a tight, no-nonsense bun. Her cold and distant eyes focused on Ly. She raised an eyebrow.

Blaire moved in quickly with an explanation. So she isn't as mute as she wishes me to think, thought Ly with a grin. "She the new girl, Armelia's new toy. You tell me to bring 'er here, so I did." The woman simply nodded. Blaire took this as her cue to leave, and walked to the back of the room, where she was immediately bombarded with questions from a group of girls about her age.

Now it was Ly's turn to raise an eyebrow. In spite of, or perhaps because, this lady seemed to hold a position of authority, Ly's tone was anything but respectful. So who exactly are you, my lady? The woman chose to ignore the slight, and replied quite matter-of-factly "I am the one who is gonna insure your survival here.
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A/N- Yeah, I know, another short chapter, but I'm a bit busy as of late.
Flames will be used cook my dinner. Anyways, what do you think so far? Worthy of continuing? Thank you, o kind reviewers! Morgian is going to go
skip off to catch her llama now! Bye!