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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=f26522]Cassandra[/color] [@Gisk], and [color=ed145b]Princess Nox[/color] & company [@Achronum][/sub]
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[center][h2][u][color=ed145b]The Red Hand[/color][/u][/h2][/center]

Nox awaited Cassandra’s departure before she spoke again, the mage complying with her directives in a prompt manner. The countess was going to have to make a point of apologizing to Cassandra at a later time, but first… to deal with the imminent threat.

“[color=ed145b]Your concerns are not my responsibility. If you have an issue, submit them through the appropriate channels. I will assume this Getsuga is a creature in your care and for your peace of mind, it will be evaluated immediately by my personal mage. I will make not of your continued refusal to comply with the investigations orders as well. Return to your quarters immediately otherwise you will be charged with obstruction of justice as the mage’s accomplice.[/color]”

[i][color=f49ac2]What I would give to be able to return to [b]my[/b] quarters, signora testarda.[/color][/i] Amaris thought to herself, neutral eyes trailing after the princess as she took her leave from the clearly ended conversation. It wasn’t until the guards approached her that she turned away, allowing the pair to escort her back to the dorm they were relocating her to. She found walking away to be so much easier now that she had acquired some telling information from the princess about the situation at hand…

Stepping up to the door, the young countess extended her arm hesitantly half expecting the knob to burn her fingertips for daring to enter another’s domain. Over her shoulder could be felt the looming presence of the guards that had escorted her from her own dorm, waiting rather impatiently for Amaris to comply with the orders she had already pushed her luck on. Exhaling with resignation, she tried pushing the door open, pleased to find that it gave her little resistance as she entered the Astorio residence. Turning around to shoot a half-hearted glare at the guards who still stood by watching.

“[color=f49ac2]Well? What are you waiting for, run along. There’s nowhere for me to go at this hour, it would be risky for me to even try. Hopefully, this will be the last time we’ll ever have to deal with one another.[/color]”

[i][color=f49ac2]Though, somehow it doesn't really feel like it.[/color][/i] Amaris thought to herself before closing the door between them. Bolting the door shut, Amaris turned about to take in the room around her.

The layout of the dorms seemed to be identical to one another, the halls and rooms exactly where Amaris assumed them to be. However, there was something off about the space, small things that unnerved the countess. Perhaps, had it been anyone else under any other circumstances such details would have been inconsequential… but the stress of the evening had Amaris nitpicking. The space seemed rather basic, as if no one had taken the time to customize it to their own desires. Not surprising as it’s newest inhabitant had left with such short notice… unfortunately the scent of the previous owner still lingered in the air. Everything considered, Amaris found herself feeling like an outsider.

Amaris allowed her eyes to settle on the young woman that was to be her new partner, so many thoughts racing through her mind that it was difficult to find a place to start. Whatever had happened with Minfilia this night, Amaris hadn’t seen a thing coming. Moving forward, she would have to take greater care regardless of who she spent her time around… classmates or not. Luckily, she hadn’t found the time to really talk with the blonde mage which meant nothing private could be shared even if they used magic to interrogate her. Currently, her biggest worry was the tank in which Getsuga called home. The base had been designed with discretion in mind, a secret compartment built into the frame that had primarily used to hide small gifts and other such trinkets. Shortly after her acceptance to the academy, Amaris had consulted with a mage she trusted from one of the lower Marivaldi branches. Together they had drafted up a plan to discreetly secure the compartment with minimal charms or indicators. In all likelihood, it would have been safer to contract the project to a professional, but she had been hoping to keep the modifications off the books. She just hoped it would be enough to slip past the Royal Guard’s interest.

Suddenly realizing that she had been standing in silence for the past minute or so, Amaris shook herself out of her thoughts and forced herself to focus. Cassandra sat at the table with a drink of some kind in her hands, assumedly waiting for Amaris to do or say something. In all honesty, Amaris was at a loss for either. Approaching the table, Amaris sat herself down and settled in.

“[color=f49ac2]That was perhaps more excitement than I would have preferred to deal with in one evening. I guess I should apologize to you in advance, seeing as you are now apart of whatever happens from this moment on.[/color]” Relaxing her posture back into the chair, Amaris allowed a casual smile to grace her features in the hopes that it might be of some comfort for the mage.

“[color=f49ac2]Tonight is not the night to be worrying about that sort of thing though. You have more important things to be focusing on, like the classes that start in the evening. We can work out our arrangements tomorrow.[/color]”