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Late Afternoon
Building 1 Cafeteria
Interacting with: @Expendable Qaymu @Xaltwind Miyuki @CitrusArms Yumeiko

The chess momentarily forgotten, Velvet listened with interest to Qaymu's story. Tried to picture a child dragon tumbling down out of a nest, being kept as a sideshow attraction. In a cage. The thought brought her no small degree of anger; while she'd met very few dragons in her lifetime, long as it was, she knew quite well that they were incredibly intelligent, and often tended towards being fiercely independent.

But then he mentioned raising the princess, and a smile came back to her face. Not the same kind, though; soft, sad. "Lucky princess. It's clear you hold her close." Pitching her head back, she stared up at the ceiling, looking for patterns nobody else could see. "I had two children, once. A long time ago." The smile stayed affixed to her face. "The vampire that turned me murdered my daughter, and my son died in infancy." She exhaled a steady breath. She almost wished she could feel sad about it, but it had just been too long. Still, her conversation with Suzy had reminded her, and now it was on the brain.

"I was born in the early 1300s, after all. It's not like health care was—"

She shifted in discomfort again. The effect of that woman's presence was growing stronger, somehow. She gave her head a distracted shake. Then another, as it redoubled over again. She flicked her tongue anxiously against a fang, wincing as she jabbed it.

She'd almost forgotten she was playing chess. Her whole body ached; nothing like what it had felt like before, when she was running on empty, but damn uncomfortable all the same. So, trying to focus and not succeeding, she picked up her queen and slapped it down at F3. She usually wouldn't move it so early, but these weren't normal circumstances.

It was then that she heard voices behind her, coming rapidly closer. Nursing a terrible premonition, she slowly turned. Aaaand there it was. Goldie was barely a few feet from her. Two steps and she could've touched her. Facing away, of course, and facing toward her? That Miyuki woman, giving her the most shit-eating grin, if only with her eyes. With a heavy sigh, she turned in her chair. She was going to find the woman eventually. Might as well be now; saved her the trouble.

"A-Ano, Miyuki-sama...shitsurei itashimasu..." She mumbled under her breath, "sono na wa tadashii desho?" After a moment to consider passed, though, she sighed heavily, stood, and immediately went into a full saikeirei., speaking with a quiet, level voice. "Miyuki-sama, watakushi no itashimashita koto wa o-kantan ni wa yurusaremasen, wakatte imasu." She took a long breath. It had been ages since she'd spoken in any kind of formal Japanese, hopefully she was getting it right.

"Watakushi wa yajuu to doutou no koui itashimashite shimai, tsutsushinde owagi moushiagemasu." She dipped her bow even lower and held it for a few moments before she straightened up, trying to ignore the gnawing pain that ate away at her from being this close to Goldie. "Moushiwake gozaimasen deshita." She sat suddenly as her insides twisted and a powerful wave of nausea washed over her.

This sucked. And, she realized with some level of horror, she was actually remorseful. For drinking a little while she was starving.

The hell was going on with her?
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