Board Thread:Role Play Discussion/@comment-5999656-20170619043145/@comment-5999656-20170624174017

Zanipher cast a questioning look down at the girl. So far, she was treading carefully, being more than aware of the temperament of the other Bluthardt she knew. Fen had complained about Cyzarine almost nonstop when Zan had asked her about her brief experience in a team, and Zan had witnessed firsthand just how suicidally violent Cyz was. When the Bluthardts joined up with the Dragons, the biggest concern Fen had voiced had been the possibility of coming face to face with her former teammate again. The reunion would be awkward beyond description, especially after how aggressive Cyzarine had been in investigating the Dragons. Now? She was a part of the criminal underworld she so despised.

Basilia seemed quite the opposite from her sister so far. Accustomed to being the center of attention, a prim and proper young lady. This question of hers was a bit irritating, however. Like a half-thought-out attempt at probing her temperament. A meaningless question.

"Of course," Zanipher said smoothly. "Everyone knows that I always tell the truth. In fact, I've never once felt the need to wear a mask in public."

She continued her direct stride, still facing only forward.

"Basilia, I'd like to know how you think your family is adjusting to joining the network. It's very important to me that the transition is going well."

A meaningful question. The two of them left through the glass door side entrance of the hotel, and emerged into the warm sunlight dappling the shaded sidewalk at the feet.

"Where to, milady?" Zan said, finally turning to look at Basilia.