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|| Azalea|| Nano.ripe ||
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It was odd but Elise did not have the time to come to much of a conclusion about it. Still, why was there such a sudden change? Elise really had no idea. Winter was once so happy to be here, to be back with her adopted family, but as she went to bed last night she said something disturbing. Something about if Earth was even worth coming back to at all. Did something happen? The black eagle waited until Winter fell asleep and crept out the bed towards the hall. Oliver looked distressed, slumped against the wall, nothing like the happy and casual Oliver she had grown used to over the past two days. There was almost a look of frustration, of defeat in his eyes. What happened? Had there been an argument? What about?
Questions plagued her mind even as she awoke the next morning, feeling the normal dizzy light-headedness that had been bothering her the last time she neared her limit for her soul's energy. Soon she would have to go back but with luck the black eagle would stretch her time out for as long as possible. At least until she was able to solve the problem that had arisen. Even if they could not come back, Elise wanted the wedding to go as smoothly as could be. That could only work if relations were amicable between Winter and the others. Clearly something happened, why else would the music note necklace be placed on the mantle like this? She sighed a little, conjured another white cloak for herself, and ethen exited the room. Oliver was already sitting at the breakfast table, looking more impeccable than usual. There was a drink, two breakfasts, and a holo-projected image of some sort of design.
"Good morning. What is this?" She gestured to the holo projection. It looked almost like a design for something. "Claude sent this to me this morning. He finished the design for your cloak. What do you think?" It was white, but the gold was removed for an almost navy blue that lined the garment. There was some sort of intricate design near the bottom hem, and on the back was the typical black wings, spreading out open, in that same dark navy hue. "I believe I like it." She did not know much about fashion but trusted Claude knew what he was doing. "If I cannot see him before tonight, thank him for me." Elise conjured a new cloak according to Claude's design, out of more mist, wrapping around her body. It fit nicely, flaying out by the bottom. "Looks good." Oliver nodded in approval. "I'll let him know." Claude worked all night on this, Elise knew. He must have been excited to work for her again.
Another question needed to be asked then. Did this have something to do with the fight with Winter? "So when are we to meet the President? What should I say?" Oliver stiffened slightly and shook his head. "Actually, I was going to have Carter take you backstage to watch one of his photoshoots today. There's a sudden meeting, the President no longer has time to meet you or Winter." He was lying, Elise saw how he clenched his hand, it was a tell that only Elise noticed. The President did not have a meeting. But why would he lie about that? She sat down, not really wanting to contest. "You should eat before your breakfast becomes cold." Oliver nodded but did not move towards his fork. Elise drank her juice, wishing it did not taste like acid.