Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141220234720/@comment-26267177-20141223174048

Elton smiled at the new figure at the doorway. He didn't trule recognize her, even after her introduction, and the whole situation was just very odd. but he made the effort to act cordial as usual nonetheless. "Elton Sprigs, at your service. This here is my most loyal servant, Cal Lain," he introduced, gesturing to the future chamberlain beside him.

Cal simply blinked, making no attempts to look past the absolute awkwardness of it all. "...Plutarch?"

Meanwhile, Finnona had come back out of her dorm. Her violet skirt was layered with an indigo wave pattern, resting above a pair of knee-high black boots that had to be fashioned all the way up with several golden buckles, each topped with a final buckle in the shape of a clam shell. They also happened to be high-heeled boots of all things, heeled with spiraling cream shells, which Finnona was clearly unused to walking in. There was also an array of golden jewelry, though that was standard for the sea witch regardless of form.

Her nautilus shell, at the least, had gone untouched, and her shirt seemed mostly the same, though the piece was troublingly topped with a black corset. As loosely as she wore it, she was still attempting to adjust it even as she closed the door behind her. "I don't understand how anyone manages to bear these kinds of ancient torture devices."