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It calls us back to who we truly are.
It had been quite some time since the two of them had traveled to Hosenka and met up with the members of the Lusty Titans guild. In fact, things had been so crazy since they’d made their escape from Kingdom Darkness that they’d barely had time to keep in regular contact with the guild’s master Ruzatz and his wife Agatha. Serilda did try her best, of course. After all, if it weren’t for the demon lord she never would have been able to reach Mythal to save him, and Mythal likely would have died in that horrid realm. Or worse. But they had survived, and lived on to thrive in their relationship with one another to the point where Serilda was now wearing a stunning ring on her left hand. Mythal had caught her completely by surprise and proposed to her at the recent Christmas ball in front of all the Rune Knights and their guests. Even a month or two later, she was still in a bit of shock. She caught herself staring at the ring often with a little smile on her face before realizing she was being silly and going back to whatever she’d managed to distract herself from. It seemed to be the season for such things, however, as Agatha had recently reached out to her to extend an invitation to a party they were having at the guild hall in Hosenka. A chocolate company had been expanding its business, it seemed, and they were asking different people in the area to test some of their new catering services for weddings. Since Agatha knew about the couple’s recent engagement, she’d invited them to attend the wedding that was being hosted in case Serilda and Mythal liked what the company had to offer. Everything was to be provided for them, even the clothing! “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Serilda asked, applying the finishing touches on her makeup. The older woman shook her head without lifting it from the magazine she was reading. It was odd to think that Serilda and Victoria had managed to become… well, not friends but begrudging allies in the short time they’d been stuck with one another. The start to their relationship had been jarring and rocky, but for some reason the Seal of Victory had not put up a fight for dominance for as long as Serilda had expected her to. The two of them still disagreed on a number of things, particularly their approaches to solving various problems; Victoria liked to lean toward violence most of the time and thought Serilda was too soft. Still, they had somehow managed to build up a level of trust with one another big enough that the Goddess of Conviction felt comfortable letting Victoria wander or relax by herself, if the older woman so desired. Now appeared to be one of those times. “The union of mortals hardly interests me,” Victoria told Serilda simply, flipping a page. The comment came less from a place of arrogance and more one of plain honesty. “I’ll just as soon enjoy a bit of quiet for a time, where I can do some research to update myself on the history of this realm since I was last active. There is much to catch up on.” Even though they mostly got along now, both women needed space from one another regularly to block out the tension. And since Serilda had been practicing, they were able to stay further apart from one another for longer periods of time these days. “Did you finish that book I showed you?” “I did, thank you. Though I believe I may have exhausted your library on such materials, now.” Putting her makeup away, Serilda walked out of the bathroom and put her hair up in a quick, loose bun on top of her head. At the moment she wasn’t wearing anything too striking, as part of what they would be experiencing today was some magical tailors that would supposedly make outfits instantly for them. “Try the lacrimavision. There’s at least three or four channels that focus on retelling stories from history from all sorts of countries and cultures. One of the servants should be able to help you find something.” Victoria wasn’t exactly the greatest with technology, but the idea seemed to interest her. “I may do just that.” Not bothering to say goodbyes to one another, Serilda grabbed her clutch and made her way downstairs. “I’m ready when you are, babe!” Taking a bow from a mantle near the front door, she called for her hound. “Xiuh! Come here, girl!” The wolf came trotting over to Serilda from wherever she’d been lazing and sat obediently in front of her. The noblewoman knelt down and tied the bow around the canine’s neck, dressing her up just a little for the occasion. That done, she ran her fingers through the wolf’s thick fur and gave her a bit of affection. “There, now you look like a little lady..!” |
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