#diose1

How naive it was, to think no one would figure out what really happened. Aven would hate to assume the worst of these people, more than half of which she doesn’t even know—but what else would explain all the whispering and staring? When she finally hears murmurs of a Diose Valey coming by, she can’t help but feel her spirits rise up just a little bit. “Hey,” she says, watching as the crowd parts and makes way. At the very least, Diose and her Valey fame is something she's had use navigating. “Fashionably late as always?”