Stress and Hopes of Comfort

[Anjolie Quinn]

The cool marble floor of the mansion's master bathroom made her feet curl with tension. Both hands reached out to brace the femme against the double-sink countertop as golden eyes observed this new change in the mirror. A black peasant-style blouse hung off the sides of her shoulders and cloth staps came up and around her neck for added embellishment. Manicured fingertips of dark red reached up to touch the now catty tufts of dark hair crowning her head.

The previous night had been a hard one to get through, but Anjolie refused to give up hope. This evening's Overlord challenge proved to be wearing on her nerves, but the silence from Syous was a thousand times more disheartening. Cory's presence had been brief as of late. It was nice to see him enjoying the team sport the evening prior and she had decided not to say anything about Sartan's challenge. He would figure it out soon enough and she would deal with it whenever that time came.

An early-morning trip to the Bella Sera Salon had stripped her of the hair which, since the tangle with the demonic creature, had forever felt as if weighted down with the stain of blood. This new look was cute. It was somewhat spunky and youthful, but it also brought a note of severity to the thin face of white which was now her own. Fingers pulled slowly down her neckline and the femme gave a nod before departing from this vain indulgence.

A page had been sent to the Overlord Isle in hopes of meeting up with Cory before his challenge. With every challenge she tried to give him a token of her love, but he had no need for new swords or shields. This present, meant to offset her gift of the ring, was a set of silver bracers. On the inside of the left bracer was the inscription, "And this, too, shall pass...". A note was sent along with the gift. Anjolie was unsure as to whether or not he would reach the Ranch before the challenge and she wanted to make sure all would be well.

The femme breezed through the master bedroom with a look of sorrow upon her face. The three piece garment meant to be worn this evening was hanging from the side of her changing screen. A mixture of red and black seemed like a good choice considering his fondess for the colors as they looked on her.

Still, as Anjolie tried to cheer her husband and, in turn, cheer herself... she realized that she needed help. Everyone knew that something had happened, but they were all kind enough to let it lay. Shoulders had been offered and in the midst of all this stress and disarray the femme was starting to feel like she would surely lose her grip on reality if she didn't reach out soon.

Thoughts of Kallie were constantly racing through her head. The femme moved to collect the charm which held Lester and carress it softly as she tried not to cry. Syous would help them find the demoness... and then they would retrieve their daughter. It was the plaguing fear of what would happen after that which was currently distressing a very confused and saddened femme.