░ ☆ B L U R R Y

          ❝ They did not apologize to you ?? ❞ She asked , her nails maybe gripping onto the paper she used for communication a little too tightly. She was angry - even though she’d only been in Auradon for little time compared to everyone else , this seemed so . . . confusing. And wrong. ❝ That is not fair. You deserve an apology. And a favor of sorts. ❞ A nod , pointing to the word ‘deserve’ - which she’d also underlined about three times.    

              She can feel the eyes on her tattoos - and it’s nothing like shame that washes over her. No , instead it’s more so PRIDE. Pride in showing the marks of where she came from. And she has to state , ❝ These are Atlantean. Everyone in my home sports markings like these. ❞ Of course , all on paper. Hand rubbing over her shoulder before falling back to the pen ,  ❝ I will join you. But you do not have to pay for me - I would rather simply enjoy the company. ❞

She nods - before looking at exactly what would be purchased for her. And admittedly , the princess of Atlantis is . . . shocked. ❝ . . . How can you afford all of this ?? ❞

            She nodded - they were both islands. Of course , that didn’t mean her parents were exempt from being included in the divide of “hero” against “villain.” There were many bad guys that she’d been told about as a child - one of which nearly caused the extinction of her people. But she wasn’t as aware of the ISLE and AURADON CULTURE and everything in between as she thought. Hence . . . not really understanding the animosity - or why your status as a VK or an Ak would matter. But she was learning - it was confusing , but she was learning. ❝ I would like a drink. Water. ❞  She replied on paper , nodding once more.

          The bright lights , the loud music - it’s nothing similar to anything Quivi is remotely used to. She has to squint when the contrast of a dark room and colorful lighting hits her eyes , and she can already hear a million voices talking to one another but can she make out anything they’re saying ?? No. Not in the slightest. And she has to stop Victoire in their path , quickly scribbling out - ❝ What are we supposed to do here ?? ❞

        Observing the menu in front of her , all of the selections of treats she’d yet to try , Quivi shook her head and looked at Halima. And then suddenly , spoken word - a rarity - she replied , ❝ I would like to try everything. ❞

         Eyes watched as her hair changed shades with a childlike wonder - almost funny to witness it from someone who seemed as mature as Quivi. Quivi , whose six-foot-three frame forever walked around like she had a knife close to guard herself and a permanent stoic expression on her face. Quivi , who always seemed like she had to be on the defensive eternally. Now , she allowed herself to show the true innocence of her nature - until the other mentioned VKs sticking together. ❝ Hm ?? ❞ The first verbal sound - accompanied by a furrow of the brow , and Quivi wrote down on her notepad once more. ❝  I am not from the Isle. I am from Atlantis. ❞   

      Maybe at this point , she decides to give in - because when Quinvidia left Atlantis fo Auradon , one thing her parents informed her was that she shouldn’t be afraid to try something NEW. Gain more experience through opportunities that Atlantis couldn’t offer - now yes , maybe they spoke more in the context of her making friends and the like , but partying is . . . one way to go about it , yes ?? So she smiles and offers a slight nod. ❝ Okay. ❞ She communicates through sign , motioning for other to lead the way to wherever.  

        Brown eyes would trail around to the woman now growing clse , Quivi’s eyebrows raising slightly from the sheer surprise someone would even remotely be speaking in her favor. In her defense , almost. That would . . . technically be what she was doing , yes ?? As a nervous habit , a tattooed hand moved to rub her arm and carefully take out her notepad and pen - eyes darting between the previous victim and now the new face. ❝ But I still didn’t look , either. ❞ She replied , clutching the paper with her scribbled words. ❝ I need to work on that , I think. ❞   

            ❝ It’s Atlantean. ❞ Is what she thinks to reply - still not specifying that it’s a nickname and not the full name. Because again - Quinvidia is proving problematic even for older Auradonians to get right. It’s not a pet peeve - . . . or , maybe it IS , but she feels petty pointing it out to anyone. ❝ Can you pick for me ?? I’ve never been here before. ❞

             ❝ I see. ❞ The words on her notepad replies , Quivi’s eyes once again following the victim of her accident before they’d dissipate out of view entirely. She bit her lip , turning to Maddy and flipping the page to respond further ,  ❝ Do you cast spells like those often ?? You did not have to do that. I was content with him being angry at me. ❞ She wasn’t , but she did feel guilty another had to fix her mistake. The gesture was kind , and she did appreciate it - but of course , it did not come without a twinge of embarrassment.

        She gets a tad confused - because she does have her own money and she is capable of paying. She writes down , ❝ You don’t have to buy me anything. I am alright. ❞ Because of course , she feels guilty allowing someone else to pay - even when she doesn’t even know if she wants anything.  

         She notes the tone - Quivi suddenly growing scared she’s OFFENDED the welcoming blonde with her confusion , her . . . awkwardness. Hesitance. Apprehension. Her hands would fold if not for the fact she has to write her responses , carefully scribbling down , ❝ I haven’t been to many parties. ❞ Aside from Atlantean festivals ; she hasn’t even been to a formal ball before. ❝ What do I do if there are no rules ?? ❞

          She watched in awe as the latte seemed to repair itself , watched as the spill was corrected. And she felt as if she was shriveling up and falling into herself , until the other had approached her - eyebrows raising. Vultures ?? Where were - Oh. Obviously , bitter passerbys and staring faces were what she meant by vultures. Quivi - ever still becoming used to the SLANG thrown around by Auradon’s citizens - found herself nodding. Maybe not because she was alright ; no , the Atlantean woman was still a tad bit frazzled from the encounter. Instead of assuring the other she was fine , slender fingers reached to pull out her notepad , and soon had she written , ❝ How did you do that ?? Did you fix the drink ?? ❞

           Quivi nods , lips parting as her eyes drift to the pen she moves between her fingers. She writes her name out in two ways : one in English , and then one in Atlantean. ❝ Quivi. ❞ It reads - because Quinvidia has proven to be a mouthful time after time again. And then , just to clarify , she signs out her name with one hand , as well. ❝ Quivi.❞ The small smile she gifts in return is meant to say , Nice to meet you , too.

If anyone has any suggestions or preferences I’d really appreciate it ?? I love writing both characters so much - and I know I could bring both but... I do NOT want to overwhelm myself. It be like that sometimes.

           The girl’s words are woven in tangles that Quivi is finding difficult to grasp ; hence why her eyes squint a tad as she hesitantly takes the pen. But of course , she isn’t rude at all - she nods her head as a bid of thanks , stashing her fountain pen in her pocket and holding the teacup pen in its place. ❝ Why is a raven like a writing desk ? How are they similar ? ❞ She doesn’t know exactly what she’s getting herself into - unaware that this will truly only lead to more confusion. But she walks with the other , still enticed by the prospect of cake.