The water laps gently on the pale sand, advancing and receding at a steady pace. Light reflects off of the water, blue or teal depending on the person you ask, which blinds any who glance at anything at the wrong angle. Something shimmers right over the sea a bit further off. It is the cloaking that hides Lukedonia, detecting any who enter.
A blur of red and black travels over the ocean, and within the blink of an eye, a woman (she is a woman, right?) lands on the beach, a man in her arms.
"That was just as easy as I remembered. Easier even. It's improved but, I'm still faster it seems." Her words are impossible to decipher with her accent, yet somehow the man manages, making a small sound in affirmation.
The woman lets the man stand on his own, and he tugs his hat down, covering the third eye that was visible on his forehead. Even though he is covered completely (in black like a widow except it's leather and lace) he flinches at the sun on his skin, moving to the shade of the trees.
"A forest?" he asks, voice almost non-existent and, it is one. The trees lead on into a strange darkness, as if something lurks in them. Still, it provides a space free from prying eyes and the woman follows him.
"Yes. You'll love it Lily."
Lily nods, silent, and watches as the woman reclines on a tree. Her mask fades away, and reveals smooth skin in comparison to the scars that weren't covered. She stays in a thoughtful requiem, humming, for a while. Finally, she sighs.
"I really don't think I can wear what I did as Gentilus' clan leader. It'd give off a bad impression wouldn't it?"
Lily tilts his head, questioning.
The woman smiles, and answers, "I've been called a whore often enough."
The words cause Lily to jolt, and he looks ready to burst into tears already. He's passionate, just that it never shows, and when it does it still seems like a gentle flow.
"They're in the wrong for that mother," he whispers. Though, is it really considered whispering if his voice is louder than usual?
Eyes softening, the woman hugs Lily. It's light, and she barely puts any pressure, but it's comforting because that is proof of how well she knows him. Of how long she has been with him. Of how much she cares for him.
"It's fine honey. You don't need to worry about hearing it; even if you do you can be sure that I'll, educate, anyone who does, okay?"
It's obvious that she's controlling herself for him but Lily doesn't seem to mind that. When she lets go of him her clothes change to some sort of suit and it is still difficult to ascertain whether she is truly female.
Then, she laughs, and the forest stops in its entirety to listen to her. Not often does such beauty come by, and they haven't witnessed Ser Janna's looks either, so they treasure this voice. When will another chance such as this, another gift from the gods come by? Not anytime soon.
"This is gonna be hella fun darling," she says to Lily, letting her aura diminish even as it covers him, and then disappears with him into the forest.
Even the sun can't spot them as they move through Lukedonia, and if such an encompassing being can't then which noble can have such a chance. Even as they slip by Central Knights, even as they slip by Blersters and Kertias, they remain as is. Even as they walk through the Lord's castle, they go unnoticed. Even as they stand outside the throne room, they aren't called out.
The woman smiles, predatory, before it returns to her usual gentleness, and lets her aura trickle into the doors that tower over even her height. Her bare feet are suddenly clad in heeled boots, and they click against the floor as she walks in, head high. Perhaps she is not slow, but she is relaxed with her steps, and catches the attention of the Lord.
The woman releases her aura before anything can be said, and it spreads throughout the throne room. Lily remains standing a distance away from her, and bowing his head as she kneels, and stays quiet as the pressure of both the woman and the Lord stifle him.
The Lord looks at this noble, and feeling her aura, realises many things, but one stands out. Her elegance is beyond comprehension. There is also something that makes her wary. This noble isn't residing in Lukedonia and yet, how did she arrive with such ease? It is almost frightening.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Lord Raskreia," she says, voice clear, "I am Mevek Agvain, and have come as the Agvain clan leader."