Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180127034035

As Adelaide pauses to consider her next words, her eyes shift over to the Swift. Surprisingly, she isn't there, but instead has silently made her way to the Regent's side.

"Begging your leave, my Lady," the Swift pipes in a tiny, quiet voice.

"Of course, my dear." Adelaide smiles and nods to her. The Swift quietly edges out the glass doors, opened at Adelaide's waved hand, and they close again. She hops up to the stone balustrade and joins her comrade in the invisible bubble that shields them from the rain.

Satisfied, Adelaide turns back to Markel. "Did it possibly ever occur to you, Master Markel, that the forces with which you so easily commune may be altogether far, far worse than that which you have been commanded to guard against?"

Adelaide's face is suddenly, unexpectedly devoid of any smile. Though her tone is not accusatory, something shows through to Markel, and only him; the Demon that sits in front of him knows a great deal more than her speech suggests.

"Because it is my understanding that the Mortisium, in all their years, were never able to succeed in gaining their deity's favor, regardless of their unspeakable efforts. And it is my understanding that in your telling me this, neither did you.  But rather, He came to you instead."