( yes, furina shouldn't let those words get to her, but maybe she's been looking at everything wrong from the start. that's a bad habit of hers and as a performer, she has charted her on steps and voice to obtain what it is that she needed. not out of malice, or to have power, but because she cared that much.
does she care so much that she's missing a vital piece?
with dumbo unfortunately her stress ball whether it likes that or not, furina's brows knit together in thought at the newfound question presented.
where is her place?
here, she thought, in fontaine without the title or archon, and as someone who wanted the best for her— the iudex's people? noting the way arlecchino looks away at a random bottle, furina perks up a little confused, unsure, worried even as she scrambles to try and stand in front of the knave.
furina must have said something wrong again, but she'll correct it, even if she has to be in line of the burning fire. )
I'm still... searching. When I find it, I'm sure things will become clearer. B... ( dear, how hard this is with trying to stare at arlechinno's crossed eyes without flinching. ) But... how will I find my place if I do not partake in the avenues offered to me, haha, yes. If you don't mind...
[ If Furina insists on The Knave's attention, then she'll have it. Clearly still uncertain and uncomfortable, but insisting anyway, it seems. Arlecchino already knew Furina had conviction — nothing less could have kept her seated on an unwanted throne for 500 years — so it doesn't surprise her, exactly, to see it manifest again here. More modest in form than heading the entirety of Fontaine, but Furina evidently still considers a bit of self-exploration worth struggling for. (And strangling Dumbo over.)
The ember glow of Arlecchino's eyes rest evenly on Furina before she nods, accepting. ]
Then we'll be expecting you. Tonight, perhaps?
[ If Furina has no prior engagements. The Knave has one of her own — that pesky photographer — but she should be able to handle that matter in very little time at all. ]
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sorry for the late reply, rl got hectic and threw me off so bad
does she care so much that she's missing a vital piece?
with dumbo unfortunately her stress ball whether it likes that or not, furina's brows knit together in thought at the newfound question presented.
where is her place?
here, she thought, in fontaine without the title or archon, and as someone who wanted the best for her— the iudex's people? noting the way arlecchino looks away at a random bottle, furina perks up a little confused, unsure, worried even as she scrambles to try and stand in front of the knave.
furina must have said something wrong again, but she'll correct it, even if she has to be in line of the burning fire. )
I'm still... searching. When I find it, I'm sure things will become clearer. B... ( dear, how hard this is with trying to stare at arlechinno's crossed eyes without flinching. ) But... how will I find my place if I do not partake in the avenues offered to me, haha, yes. If you don't mind...
no worries!! life eats us all...
The ember glow of Arlecchino's eyes rest evenly on Furina before she nods, accepting. ]
Then we'll be expecting you. Tonight, perhaps?
[ If Furina has no prior engagements. The Knave has one of her own — that pesky photographer — but she should be able to handle that matter in very little time at all. ]