"Have a nice night!" Beryl called after Lady Dvorak, cheeks bright red. "Thank you for everything!"
"Esteemed and lovely." The words rang through the young noblewoman's head as she closed the door to the guestroom, her smile slowly fading. It always felt strange to be spoken to that way- such formalities had always been saved for her parents, and with them...
Beryl shook her head. She couldn't dwell on that now, or she'd be up all night thinking about it. The young girl rubbed her eyes, then went to get changed into her pajamas...
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Mr. Fiegenbaum gave the High Lady of Tirial a cheerful smiled as she passed, slowing his pace slightly. "Pleasant dreams." he said, giving her a small wave goodbye. He'd continue down the hall, passing Beryl's room withought a glance...
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There were
so many suitcases that had to be packed. Beryl's knees buckled as she carried stack upon stack of folded tablecloths and curtains, jamming them into bags much too small to hold them. If she didn't hurry, she'd be late for the High Justicier's wedding! The girl grit her teeth- only to find that she
couldn't, because her teeth had all fallen out of her mouth and onto the floor! Now she was going to need to pack those too, and-
Beryl woke up with a start, arms flailing. She took a deep breath, bringing her hand to her mouth to find her teeth were still very much in place. With a stretch, the girl sat up and groggily looked around. "Right..." she muttered. "I'm still in Tirial, huh?"
The girl pulled herself out of bed, yawning as she approached the window. The sun hadn't risen yet, but the sound of birdcalls and the brightening horizon indicated that it would soon enough.
"Would it be rude if I started exploring now?"
The thought only occured to her after she'd gotten dressed and wandered out the door. Beryl smiled- if Lady Dvorak was really as nice as she seemed, then she probably wouldn't mind, right?
The girl would head down towards the entrance, crown tucked under her arm...