⊹ 《11TH FEB》
And to think Kiaravell expected to die from depression today.
Things were as bright and as interesting as ever with everyone. Even more so that she had to go around in 'casual'. Yes, Jethryn, a whole twelve hours spent in it. You're welcome. The outfit did feel rather tight though, causing slightly more discomfort for her back, which is healing far too slowly for whatever reason. Just slightly. Speaking of that, Demetri got to see the damage done to it.
A while later, Vera decided to drop by. Shirtless. In all his manly glory (so did Tzaz later on). Goddamn it. There was also the usual banter Kiaravell had with her dear 'brother' and 'mother'. That was enjoyable. Kiaravell even took out her guitar (shaped like a cat) to sing some tunes... and Demmy happened to take a 'selfie' with her. So did Archer.
If that picture were to travel to Impiria...
Kiaravell shuddered at the thought.
Never before had she been happier that the kingdom was 600 over years behind on technology.
But all in all, it was a day well-spent. Did she feel guilty for whiling away half of her time away from the kingdom she should be managing? Slightly. But it was obvious now who was really in control of Impiria. No matter, the Selection was only a few months away. She'd spend time with her companions and, as she promised herself, part with them for the sake of her duty. So before that was to happen, Kiaravell planned to make every day as joyful as she could manage.
She could leave her troubles for the night alone.
