[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] 
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[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre]  [/h2] 
[color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Swan Songs . Monday Evening  [/centre] [/h3]
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In a soft English accent the young woman spoke as she buckled I to the Taxi. It would be good to get a social event and have some fun. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"Swan Songs, jazz evening please." [/i][/color]

Victoria was in a rush, the taxi was stuck in nose to tail traffic and the city traffic was just getting worse and worse as time seemed to drag on. The trip was expensive, though her half sister had left early before she got back after her flight.

Despite being close sisters they could never quite get right any idea of a unified scedule, both where too independent and sometimes had small arguments over it. All normal between sisters but she was not exactly normal, looking in the reflection in dark window her pale snow like skin, extreme pale blonde and done up in a intricate and rather time intensive serris of platts. 

She has been "Normal"  until she caught a rare illness, though she survived it had taken a heavy cost, 4'9, slight build and skin more like pale snow, a cane too completed the ensemble. Normal was not a word that described Victoria Darya Romus.