Oh how Cornelia loved parties... The fanfare, the decorations, the absolute lavishness of it all. This was more of her scene, although she much preferred to be the host dressed in her finest - ushering those of depravity to relish in each other's company within the belly of her manor. The sun was out however, and she had to represent her good House.
Oh well, she sighed to herself. The real fun will come later.
She knew she wasn't invited to this gathering but it would be quite rude of her to not show up, despite her political differences with that silly little Andraste girl. They were of two noble houses, surely they could set aside each other's differences for one night and engage like proper Ivratians, no?
For once, Cornelia didn't place her bets on it. It was rather unfortunate that her little brat of a stepdaughter couldn't come and sway the hostess in her favor with a few sweet notes, but Naia had insisted on staying behind for the sake of paperwork.
Still, she arrived in her usual style, donned with one of her best summer fashions. Pearls and shells, a clear sign of her House's allegiance to the sea. White flowing fabrics draped against her body stood stark against her graying coat, feigning purity where otherwise she'd be stained with red. A fan was held daintily in her telekinetic grip, waving gently at her face to cool her brow from the summer heat.
The Andraste girl spotted her first, interjecting the conversation she was having as her polite little bell-like voice drifted across the lawn. Cornelia smiled at her, keeping her lips pressed tightly together. She was no harm, no threat. Just a simple guest.
"Ah, I wasn't expecting to see her here anyways," she responded breezily, taking in the presence of the little cervine. She assumed Lasair was about Naia's age, maybe younger by how outspoken she was when addressing Miriam. Surely such a sweet thing couldn't have much sway when it came to politics?
"Quite a lovely little get-together you've hosted, Lady Andraste, it would be such a shame to ruin it with foul tempers." Cornelia's voice was smooth, soft and alluring where her eyes held nothing but a sharp pin, looking for somewhere to stab. Sometimes she wished that she had her old friend Genevieve's way with words, wondering if she tried hard enough, she could convince this girl to be on her side... But that was a bygone past. Now, she could only play the polite and unassuming noble.
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