[center][h1][color=D3D3D3][b]Dominika Kovač Pignatelli[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=D3D3D3]"Twenty three, I was twenty three when I became a Scion,"[/color] Dom said, opening and closing her hands as if counting twice with a wink at Rosemary. She nodded politely at the Prince, finding some common ground in their recent ordainment as Scions. Although they came from markedly different stations, Dom was certain that he found himself floundering as she did, anyone would have. All the same, it was the Scion of Earth that caught her attention. He seemed quite suddenly lost in his own thoughts and Dom thought best to offer her own contribution to the gentle conversation, [color=D3D3D3]"I find myself arriving somewhat late to this holy vocation."[/color]

Dom felt a new surge of hope had having weathered the storm she had seen growing and threatening the small tea party. She had done her best to avoid being drawn into the fiery conversation that had erupted between the Scion of Time and the Scion of Fire. Two so different men seemed unlikely to get along at the best of times and she held little hope of any great sharing of warm feelings given the massacre they had just survived. However, there was no violence, and although she suspected it was a noteworthy breach of decorum and good manners to swear in front of the young princess, Rosemary appeared only amused by the antics of her cousin. 

Small mercies, Dom supposed, but she was grateful for all the mercies the Goddess would offer them. Mention of her holy dreams were impossible to listen to without a pang of anxiety in her heart, she had experienced no dreams, and no great visions. Perhaps for the better, but she hoped it was no an indication of the Goddess being displeased with her or worse still, the culmination of a failure on her part. Dom felt herself anchored to the present, it was easy to focus on Rosemary, to smell the sweet tea, to feel welcome warmth in her mouth, and taste sweetness. She had decided to be brave. She had committed herself to the task, to the holy work that Incepta desired to see them accomplish, unclear as it was to Dom in that particular moment. Still, it never hurt to be kind.

[color=D3D3D3]"What about you, your holiness, how long have you had your sigil?"[/color] Dom asked, offering a soft smile towards Theobald. She knew well how difficult it could be to join a conversation and she was eager to see any lingering tension smoothed over. Surprisingly, Dom found that she was having a good time, drinking tea and chatting with a child monarch, a quite grumpy prince, a full speed adrenaline junky, and a ramrod straight soldier.

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