Emily/Genvieve | Streets | afternoon
Genevieve’s smile was benign. “One learns to walk softly when they have things to hide,” she replied airily. By now, the news of her engagement had spread, and though very few had brought it up to her, the secret, as they said, was out. “Keeping a years long relationship a matter of speculation has given me much to attempt to hide. How successful I have been in such an endeavor is debatable.”
Of course, she had far more to hide than a simple relationship with the a guildmaster, but it was nothing that Emily need concern herself with. At least, outside of the work that she had already done for her. Which, truth be told, she was still terribly curious to know the results, but she had learned long ago that patience often served one better than impatience. A far more trying method, but ultimately more satisfying in the end. And she did not desire to raise Emily’s suspicion.
“It seems that this year’s festival is doing as well as it usually does. I am grateful the events of the last few months have not dampened the spirits of the people who live here.”
Emily wasn't sure if Genevieve was talking about herself or what she might have overheard. Emily didn't say anything really all that damning, but one didn't need to say much of anything to have years of hard-work start to come apart at the carefully crafted seams. But then again, Genevieve could be talking about the news regarding her, so Emily would play it safe for now.
"I think they are happy to move on with their lives," Emily said as Genevieve provided a subject, "not that I blame them. Though some things linger. Hopefully the festival will help them through it. It's been some time since we've last spoken. I've heard some things, though, I am not sure if they are true. Something about your own impending nuptials?"
“If that is the case, I will be glad of it.” She had grown tired of the rampant anti-mage sentiments that seemed to be brewing, and there was only so much that could be done with a government that seemed determined to ignore the growing problems by applying measures that were pacifying, at best. Something needed to change, but she hadn’t the slightest idea on what to do to facilitate it. Standing up for the mages did little aside from stopping a single attack and drawing the ire of those who believe the mages deserved what they got.
Genevieve did laugh at the mention of the newest rumor, one that was decidedly true. “Ah, yes. My engagement to Reinholdt. I’m surprised people were able to suss it out, though I suppose his atrocious alliteration habit had something to do with it.” There were still quite a bit of things that needed to happen in terms of planning - she had learned how utterly maddening planning a wedding was from Audrey’s engagement - but for the moment, she was enjoying the feeling of being proposed to by someone she actually cared to marry.
Emily let out a small laugh, "I'm sure he meant well regardless, and you must be forgiving of his attempt at poetry if you've accepted." That would be quite the alliance indeed, at least in name, since Genevieve was one of those people that Emily had difficulty figuring out. Her hunch, or well, hope that Genevieve knew someone with the skills necessary to steal documents from her father worked out well enough, and that was intriguing as it was.
"I will look forward then to perhaps attending your wedding," Emily said sweetly, "I'm sure it will be a lovely ceremony. And perhaps, if you take your time in planning, I may be married myself." She just had to hope that whomever Cormac contacted about the papers would follow-through and come up with something good for her to use.
"I should probably go collect my fiancée," she chuckled softly, "Before I lose him to Darius and a tavern." There was a hint of joking in her voice, though in reality, it was more than likely that might happen at some point. Not that she cared if Cormac did go drinking with his friend, but she was selfish with Cormac in the way that she'd prefer he be with her.