#floremhortum

The contrast between the two was stunning--golden locks to black; gracefully translucent drapes to thick, tattered robes. The pair almost seemed lost as they meandered down the midnight streets, eyes searching this way and that for any clue as to where they had managed to lose themselves.

"Milady, the night is growing frigid. We must find shelter before you catch a cold." Emil watched his sister with eyes uneasy, though she seemed not to be listening. Her focus was elsewhere and that only seemed to worry him more. "If you don't pay attention, you'll--"

"EEK!" And there is was, Anelie tripping over the cloth of her dress and stumbling forward into a stranger, eyes drawn shut to curtain her embarrassment. "I-I am truly sorry!" Emil was quick to steady her, careful to keep his hands from making contact with her skin, but he was quicker to hide his face behind the carved mask. He bowed in gracious apology and moved back in effortless step.