#arushi:araceli

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" i am glad to have such an expert to guide me , then . i find i am hopeless in new places . " arushi explains , laughing for what she would consider an appropriate amount of time . though to say she's traveled enough to say as much is difficult to determine . she follows after the other woman . " have you ever had the langues du chat ? the patissier only let's the most perfect cookies out of the kitchen , but i believe even the misshapen ones taste divine . " she spreads her arms out , palms up , for emphasis .

though her stance remains casual, araceli's gaze fails to mimic such informality; relentlessly on guard in front of the doe eyed lady. the youngest holm unable to silence the voice of caution that ironically rings in her ear. ❝happens to the best of us, I suppose. but I'll be more than happy to escort you. as I'm a frequent visitor of the kitchens.❞ araceli declares, leaving her words up for interpretation. for the prankster had many uses for said location and only one was meant to sate her hunger. ❝this way, my lady.❞

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arushi  nods  ,  as  if  out  of  thoughtfulness  .  "  as  am  i  ,  "  not  technically  a  lie  ,  so  long  as  she  lumps  herself  with  the  imperial  family  .  being  dispatched  by  the  dowager  empress  is  like  acting  as  her  hand  ,  right  ?  at  the  very  least  she's  new  to  the  palace  ,  enough  for  the  layout  to  apparently  not  be  familiar  to  her  .  "  i  need  to  go  back  to  the  sharma  apartments  ,  and  i'm  all  turned  around  .  but  i'd  be  able  to  find  my  way  there  from  the  kitchens  ,  i  think  .  "  she  explains  with  an  almost  wistful  sigh  .  her  eavesdropping  would  have  to  wait  for  another  time  ,  to  commit  to  her  ruse  .  but  it's  fine  ,  so  long  as  she  remembers  it's  all  playing  a  part  .  "  do  you  know  the  way  to  them  from  here  ?  "

instinctively, araceli hides the small book she's been writing in; tucking the item into the lining of her corset gown. the prankster having the foresight to tailor every dress she owns with pockets, in case of emergency. for one must be wary at all times while in the palace or so she's heard from a certain brunette. with a relaxed grin, she greets the doe eyed lady; reminded of proper etiquette, though it's not always practiced. a bold choice from the youngest holm. one she rarely regrets. ❝depends on where you want to go, my lady.❞ araceli answers, ponytail bouncing with every movement. ❝for I'm merely a guest here.❞