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Silvertongued
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Edel
"Now now, hold still Helena," chides Edel, dabbing at her sisters eyes, brush in hand. "Neither you nor I can possibly be seen with red eyes and tear stained cheeks, let alone in the Dragon's court,"
"Our grief is ours and ours alone," she hums, hiding puffy skin beneath pale tones. "I would not share even a teardrop with our cousins, who have no right to our pain or our vulnerability,"
Pulling back, Edel examines her work, before tucking her brush and powders back within her robes.
"There. Pristine and perfect as always, Helly. None shall approach the shadow of your beauty,"
She holds out a slender, porcelain hand, speaking softly.
"Are you ready?"
"Now now, hold still Helena," chides Edel, dabbing at her sisters eyes, brush in hand. "Neither you nor I can possibly be seen with red eyes and tear stained cheeks, let alone in the Dragon's court,"
"Our grief is ours and ours alone," she hums, hiding puffy skin beneath pale tones. "I would not share even a teardrop with our cousins, who have no right to our pain or our vulnerability,"
Pulling back, Edel examines her work, before tucking her brush and powders back within her robes.
"There. Pristine and perfect as always, Helly. None shall approach the shadow of your beauty,"
She holds out a slender, porcelain hand, speaking softly.
"Are you ready?"