Eleanor would like to loop around to why someone would curse Lydia's friend to kill her (and how it resulted in her just turning into an owl instead), but she was putting a pin in it for later as she focused on the questions at hand, listening intently and already trying to figure out how to make it work.
"I don't expect it to be easy," she said, grave and serious and determined. "And whatever the price would be, I'd be willing to--"
The scent of Luma's mail-order perfume entered the room before the young woman herself, stopping Eleanor in her tracks as her attention shifted toward the door. Luma breezed in, wearing the faded, yellowing, slightly tattered nightgown their grandmere had disparage as childish. "It smells heavenly in here!" She gushed, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out with a blissful sigh. "Are those fresh pastries?"
It was then that she seemed to notice the other people in the room. "Oh! There you are, Eleanor! I thought I may have lost you already! And Miss...Lydia, wasn't it? Good morning! It's so nice to see you again!"
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"I don't expect it to be easy," she said, grave and serious and determined. "And whatever the price would be, I'd be willing to--"
The scent of Luma's mail-order perfume entered the room before the young woman herself, stopping Eleanor in her tracks as her attention shifted toward the door. Luma breezed in, wearing the faded, yellowing, slightly tattered nightgown their grandmere had disparage as childish. "It smells heavenly in here!" She gushed, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out with a blissful sigh. "Are those fresh pastries?"
It was then that she seemed to notice the other people in the room. "Oh! There you are, Eleanor! I thought I may have lost you already! And Miss...Lydia, wasn't it? Good morning! It's so nice to see you again!"