#𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 | threads.

[seviclle]

with her cloak on and her hood up to cover her chantry robes — because while it isn’t yet considered a sin to drink alcohol , it is an activity encouraged to remain private so as not to ‘ negatively influence ’ the masses — sevielle sits in a corner of the tavern by herself , placing her drink down first before a copy of beyond the veil: spirits and demons , opening it up to start reading . “ pride demon , pride demon ,” she mutters to herself , engrossed for a long moment until her concentration is halted . “ oh no — was this your table ? i’m so sorry , i’ll — i can leave ?”