#{anonymous inquiry}

“Some light research in the manor’s library reminded me where I’d heard of her. As it happens, she is quite a famous perfumer in France now — how times changed in my absence! It’s admirable to see a woman who has it all — running her own business, well liked, and wealthy too — I couldn’t imagine what enticed her here.”

A small clipping from a newspaper — nearly ten years old now — mentioned a sister, Chloe Nair. She vanished without a trace, but it seems nobody missed her…. not even her own twin. That’s one thing I’ll never be able to sympathize with. But then again…

“…There are some things in this world that once lost, neither fame nor beauty nor riches can bring back for you.”

Well… I honestly don’t know if I can say. Besides matches, hunters and survivors aren’t really meant to mingle. In matches though…

“Miss Violetta is real sweet though…!”

“There’s something familiar about her I just can’t place…”

“Lucky for me, I guess she had some sympathy for that…”

“Oh, those two are both so elegant…! I always thought the stories in my village about magic and all that were nothing but tall tales — but then I see what Ms. Gilman is capable of, and — well, I suppose I stand corrected…! She comes off as a little cryptic at first, but Ms. Gilman is actually real bright and well-read!”

“Ms. Dorval too — Her strength in matches never fails to leave me stunned (ha!), and she’s a lot more down-to-earth. I think she’s a real loyal, direct, and level-headed lady…! The both of them have become inseparable — they seem happy together, a well balanced pair.”

“Oh, the Seer is a very reliable companion in matches! Their owl’s protection has turned the tide of a chase more times than I can count... It’s really comforting to know someone has your back like that! Plus...”

“Miss Violetta is a frightening opponent, but I think her demeanor softens her scary appearance... She has an adorable laugh.”

Hope you’re having a lovely day! ^^

“Gosh, I’ve loved dance since I was little…!”

“See, when I was small, I often felt… odd. I felt like my head was packed with cotton, or I felt like a shaken up soda bottle. I felt… stuck, or so full of energy I thought I would explode!”

“It drove my aunt and uncle up the wall. ‘Don’t fidget at the table, Natalie! How did you lose your shoe again, Natalie! Sit still, stop forgetting, stay focused Natalie!’ …I don’t mean to sound ungrateful… Aunt Marjory and Uncle Eugene both loved me, in their own way. I guess… a lot of things were — and, still are, sometimes— just… hard for me in a way they couldn’t understand. But…”

“…Well. Let’s just say all that extra energy had a habit of getting me in trouble.”

“Music, though… it soothed me. I could relax to a gentle melody, or dance out all my jitters to an upbeat tune!”