[The woman known as Beryl was still walking in the gardens, moodily.]
[It had been very nice to talk to Lord Darien, but now, it was time for something much less pleasant.]
...Oh, there you are.
[She muttered under her breath, as she caught sight of a woman with long curly purple hair. And she looked so happy and content, too - Her marriage with that commoner boyfriend had turned out well, apparently.]
- Hello, Irene. Long time no see, eh?
[Irene Moonsfield nearly dropped her handbag when she heard Beryl's voice.]
...Be...Berrys?
[She cried out, spinning around. Beryl almost groaned.]
- Oh, stop that, I hated that nickname, and you know it!
[Beryl then turned around, and put up a hand. A magical forcefield flickered up around them - It wasn't very high powered, but it was subtle. Beryl snickered, then - How odd, to think that she'd ended up become a real Mage, while Irene, who'd been the darling of the family...]
[Oh, well.]
[Beryl then took a deep breath, and took a good look at Irene. She really did look good, she had to admit - Looking young did run in the family, but Irene actually looked younger then Beryl herself did, even though Beryl was several years younger then she was.]
...Look, I'm not particularly found of the notion of talking to you, either, so I'll be brief.
[Beryl said, sighing.]
- Number One - You Know Who has lost it. Like, entirely. And don't tell me that the White Moon Clan members aren't supposed to go senile, because she's managed to lose it anyway.
Number Two - There is a wild Witch Barrier the size of a small hill around the old estate. Enter at your peril.
And Number Three -
[Beryl sighed, then.]
I'll going to be working as a school teacher here, in this school, from this semister. If you don't like it, too bad.
[And then she looked at Irene, who was looking very poleaxed indeed, and snickered in spite of herself.]
- So that's about it, I think.
[And then, she smiled widely. Oh, it was good to have to upper hand, for a change, she did have to admit!]
...So, then - Any questions, sister of mine? Though I must admit you still do look good enough to eat, as You Know Who used to say...
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[And in the meanwhile...]
[The woman known as Beryl was still walking in the gardens, moodily.]
[It had been very nice to talk to Lord Darien, but now, it was time for something much less pleasant.]
...Oh, there you are.
[She muttered under her breath, as she caught sight of a woman with long curly purple hair. And she looked so happy and content, too - Her marriage with that commoner boyfriend had turned out well, apparently.]
- Hello, Irene. Long time no see, eh?
[Irene Moonsfield nearly dropped her handbag when she heard Beryl's voice.]
...Be...Berrys?
[She cried out, spinning around. Beryl almost groaned.]
- Oh, stop that, I hated that nickname, and you know it!
[Beryl then turned around, and put up a hand. A magical forcefield flickered up around them - It wasn't very high powered, but it was subtle. Beryl snickered, then - How odd, to think that she'd ended up become a real Mage, while Irene, who'd been the darling of the family...]
[Oh, well.]
[Beryl then took a deep breath, and took a good look at Irene. She really did look good, she had to admit - Looking young did run in the family, but Irene actually looked younger then Beryl herself did, even though Beryl was several years younger then she was.]
...Look, I'm not particularly found of the notion of talking to you, either, so I'll be brief.
[Beryl said, sighing.]
- Number One - You Know Who has lost it. Like, entirely. And don't tell me that the White Moon Clan members aren't supposed to go senile, because she's managed to lose it anyway.
Number Two - There is a wild Witch Barrier the size of a small hill around the old estate. Enter at your peril.
And Number Three -
[Beryl sighed, then.]
I'll going to be working as a school teacher here, in this school, from this semister. If you don't like it, too bad.
[And then she looked at Irene, who was looking very poleaxed indeed, and snickered in spite of herself.]
- So that's about it, I think.
[And then, she smiled widely. Oh, it was good to have to upper hand, for a change, she did have to admit!]
...So, then - Any questions, sister of mine? Though I must admit you still do look good enough to eat, as You Know Who used to say...