Marianne
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Diali
- Diali-Lilia Ai
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- Smokey
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Diali didn't know how long her eyes were closed or when she ended up laying down, but when she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was the kitten staring up at her, its golden eyes wide and smokey as its ribbon was pulled off and dangling in a mess against the silken red sheets. She and the cat stared at each other before she smiled. "I'll name you Smokey," she whispered to it, and it sat up then. Patting over to her and lying down beside her, she pulled the comforter up then. Cloaking them in its warmth as she stared at the wall. Right now rain was padding down, and she hadn't heard any thunder, only saw the lightning as purple hues danced off the walls. "You don't like storms," she thought out loud, the kittens body trembling slightly against her bodice. She lifted her hand, cupping the kittens small head gently before she began to pet him with her index finger. They remained that way for a good while before she decided to get up at the sound of rushing feet. People were waking and leaving down the hall, and she turned to look at the window, recognizing that the storm was long gone with a grey sky greeting her. She could tell, this was just the calm before the storm, another on its way, and much stronger, as she sighed and slid off the bed. With a yawn and a stretch, Diali walked across the room to her suitcase, lugging it off the dresser as she prepared her clothes for the day. After they were laid out, a simple black dress she enjoyed wearing when she knew she wasn't going any where special, she headed to the bathroom and began to wash up, cleaning everything which included teeth. Once she was done, she didn't hesitate to get dressed and the moment she looked up from fixing her black ballet flats, she saw her cute little companion staring at her expectantly. She smiled, plucking the creature off the bed as she headed to the door and into the hallway.
It was only moments later when Diali ended up in the dining hall, a small crowd with Vasilisa and the rest talking among themselves. She glanced their way before heading into the dining hall, curiosity beaming on her face before she saw what she had missed. A soaked seat with the masculine smell of man, which had to be Ciro as she innocently looked around for the soaking man. Frowning, since she couldn't fight him, she looked down at the kitten that nuzzled her arm happily, wondering if it had seen Ciro, although it obviously didn't. Shrugging, the woman plucked a lukewarm mug of Type AB, downing it instantly before she looked outside a nearby window with an empty mug.
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