familiar faces (ithacles)
While the dinner had been a bit awkward, now at least Vedette had a better idea what was going on. As well as a connection with Illuvatar. Something she hadn't suspected someone like him to share with her. There was a sadness in the Elf that was familiar to her. Not only because Ithunvel had passed on, as had his king. But because of the breaking. She might not have told him the truth about her heritage, but she had told him as much as she could without revealing her secret. It was more than most people got out of her, and more than she willingly told others who had been closer to her. For whatever reason, the bitter wine, or the pleasant company, she now felt more relaxed and hoped he trusted her more.
Now it was the waiting game.
She had no idea when she'd be called upon, or what for, but Vedette was comfortable in a dark room alone. Terestai's climate, especially in the summer, was miserable to her. Any glimpse of sunshine, a stray beam hitting her in a hall, caused her to feel exceedingly hotter than was comfortable. When she had a chance she'd have to invest in lighter clothing than the dress Etain had given her, or the uniform which Ithunvel had made especially for her. Lighter clothing, or risk exposing herself, or her magic.
When she was alone in her room she could get away with making the temperature drop, a skill only her kind of dragon had. There had been a few times where someone had knocked and without thinking she'd opened the door only to have them shrink back from the cold. She'd blink at them, let the spell of sorts end, and blink more. Sudden chills were very silly things. Humans, and elves seemed to suspect that it was their imagination.
If they only knew.
She considered seeking out Vata, as he liked to be called, but Vedette didn't know what she'd say that wasn't a question about progress and she had no intention of rushing the Elf and in turn overstaying her welcome. So she sat in the room they'd provided for her and waited. At least meditating was easy enough, but the urge to dash off and transform at nightfall was proving to be a bit hard to shake off. The knock at the door was a good distraction. When she answered it she came face to face with one of Vata's men, announcing the arrival of Ithacles of all people.
Finally pulled himself of whatever barrel he'd found himself in, she joked to herself. Why anyone assumed that Ithacles was a drunkard was a mystery, but Vedette kind of enjoyed the jokes. Of course, she'd never indulge in either with the prince around. Instead she passed the Elf up in the hall and dashed down to meet him. She rounded a corner and nearly ran right into Ithacles. With grace born from surprising situations she dropped into a curtsy, and pulled on a smile.
"Prince Ithacles. So nice of you to join us. I was wondering where you were." She lifted her head and her smile spread into a grin. Vedette was pleased to see him. So already half of her mission was complete. A good thing that.