[center][color=9e005d][h1]Widolaic von Vestra[/h1][/color][/center]
[right][indent][sub][color=#C0C2C9]Interacting with:[/color] [@Asura] | [color=#C0C2C9]Location:[/color] Garreg Mach Monastery - Courtyard[/sub][/indent][/right][hr]
As exciting as change could be, Viddle had to admit that there was a certain comfort in Adelaide’s unflinching nature. She guessed her cousin had been thinking about this day for quite a while, perhaps even before she was invited. Long-laid plans often necessitated that a person’s resolve be unmoved, and people were quick to mistake perseverance for stagnation. That said, if anyone could endure the year ahead of them and emerge exactly as they were today, she guessed, it would be Adelaide. 

At the very least, Viddle was always happy to have a goal. Working with the future empress, like as not there’d be plenty of those to go around.

“[color=9e005d]Ah,[/color]” she said, nodding at the mention of their fellow Eagles. “[color=9e005d]In fact, I did notice some familiar names on the roll. I believe the Varleys, Gerths, and Hevrings all have their heirs here; they’re an interesting bunch. I think you’ll get on well with most of them.[/color]”

Fiona von Varley and Victor von Hevring were pleasant enough, though a part of her worried what a meeting between Adelaide and Veronica might look like. The Gerth heiress wasn’t particularly known for her tact and deference, and Viddle doubted she spent much time around people she could not command around. Oh well, perhaps if Adelaide did not change this year, Veronica would change double, and goddess willing that would be enough to close the gap. 

When Adelaide asked after Johann, Viddle couldn’t help smirking at her brusqueness. It was a fair question though, who wouldn’t want to know about their future spouse? Viddle certainly had. Once the marriage between House Aegir and Hresvelg was arranged, she’d looked somewhat impulsively into the man who would marry her cousin, partly out of curiosity, and partly out of concern. The rumors surrounding his rise to consort were myriad, and discerning fact from fiction was like sifting salt from seawater, especially when it came to the lives of royalty. 

“[color=9e005d]Familiar? Not personally, no. But from what I [i]hear[/i],[/color]” she said, a subtle yet knowing emphasis placed upon the word. “[color=9e005d]He’s nothing like his brother. He has a knight’s heart—or so I’m told—with all the honor and ego that can entail. If that’s true, you may be in for quite the courting.[/color]”