#incarnata

Humming to themselves, the individual walks, holding a tied together cluster of letters and packages underneath their arm. They peek at the names on the letters as they unlock the large, iron-wrought gate.

The manor itself is large, and far from the dock. They pass through the vestibule, and enter the foyer, still humming. They wave to the residents, and pass off bills to one of the passing housekeepers.

"Hey," they greet, swinging a bedroom door open without knocking. They brandish a letter to the occupant of the bedroom, a pale, dark haired woman in the middle of prayer, standing with a sigh as the individual continues, "Got a letter for you, Incarnata. Aren't you popular?"

"I haven't the faintest clue what you're speaking about, Bellis." Incarnata replies, as she takes the letter from him, flipping it over. "It's already opened. Isn't that odd."

"It's a crazy world out there." Bellis lies, with a noncommittal shrug. Incarnata spots the other letter that Bellis holds in his hands. "This one's mine." He explains.

Incarnata swipes it from him.

"Hey!"

"Equivalent exchange," she replies, opening it. "Oh. It's from Centra. This isn't interesting at all. Here, have it back."

"That's a crime, you know, opening someone else's mail."

Incarnata raises an eyebrow, turning away as she tucks the letter into a drawer. "Oh, is it now? I suppose we're both wicked sinners, then, aren't we?"