xathenadora:

     { Athenadora recognizes that glint from her near-permanent companion, and adopts one herself }

   We must demand both weekly— perhaps even daily, should we be bold, walks, and a renovation of this tower. How drab it can become!

[ Oh, Sulpicia so does enjoy causing a little mischief every now and then. It makes the days more bearable. And true, while most days she was content, there were some days that even Corin’s power could not dissuade her need for something new. ]

    You have read my mind, sister mine. I would adore seeing outside these tower walls for a little while. We are far from porcelain dolls, I should think! Aro and Caius mean well, of course, but honestly— what do men truly know of a woman’s needs?

xathenadora:

{ The glass is emptied quickly and set carefully on a nearby counter }

      As do I. We should do something, it seems as though we never leave this tower. 

[ There’s a sudden hint of mischief in her eyes as a grin forms from over the rim of her goblet, before she too sets it aside. ]

    Perhaps we should make a fuss. Surely, our husbands would hate to think us unhappy.

xathenadora:

_{{ A glass full of a crimson liquid moves in the pale palm of the woman }}

      _{—- Am I needed?}

[ Sulpicia’s own glass is brought to her lips, relishing in the sweet lush taste of crimson. ] 

     If you are, I can only hope that you will invite me along as well. I would so love to take a walk around the veranda. I grow bored of this.