@perncctationââ prayed:Â (Shinza for Cadenza) She's a bit lost, admittedly not /so surprising, seeing as she only came to visit here with her mother. Embarrassed by the whole ordeal, about to leave, she noticed a girl, looking younger than her. Surely, this person wouldn't give her too much problems right? "Excuse me-? I'm looking for Donquixote-san." Best not to give away their relationship, but seeing as this girl was walking around the palace, it was safe to assume she knew? //HI YES FIRST MEETINGS????
   Itâs filled with a welcome silence. Comfortable, familiar at first, as every hallway seemed barren of activity. Every lesson in stern tones warn of keeping up defenses, wary of anything unusual even in times where peace is the only tangible presence. No conscious mind paid to dangers during hours in which only the family would roam the palace, focused more on relaxation as previously instructed. Sore shoulders bearing unthinkable weights made even the simple task of holding a book in place difficult. Near small enough to fit end-to-end in palm, spine tucked within a single crease. Not quite open, but not near closing, cover and back completely shielded by the splay of a large hand .Â
   Quiet set apart by footsteps, drawing only mild attention to begin. Others still wandered within the walls even after the family scattered for the day. Another memory of yesterday, carefully pressing fingers together to close the book in hand without snapping it shut. A cant of the head upward, settling on the girl fast-approaching with a curious albeit confused expression. Blank for a brief second, skimming along features, no recognition or mention anywhere in the mind. Her face is unfamiliar, much as the sound of trodden footsteps. Nervous tension in a fidget of fingers rubs hardback just enough to make an unpleasant sound. Still, there was no reason given for Cadenza to be so concerned. Perhaps it is an inherited habit from one so distrustful of strangers. The unknown would be cast out in an instant. But thereâs something else fluttering about on the edge of alerted thoughts .
   Keep an open mind, a soft voice speaks to her. Be cautious, but be open .
   In comforting tone she heeds, standing at the otherâs request with newfound curiosity. Cadenza towers to her full height, book still in hand, staring down with all the patience and collectedness of eminence. How difficult it would be for most to assume her age simply on appearance, being overshadowing the masses with the only indication of her youth being delicate skin and a cherubâs face. A blink â just another sign of innocence attempting to appear respectful in front of another .
   â Youâre here to see Young Master? â Rumbled like the small, heavy steps taken forward. A moment of thought to the events of the morning, running down occurrences in a smudged, winding list before coming to a relevant input. â Um, I think he said he was going somewhere important today... â Details clouded by a late rise, reminding her body of the strain it went through training the day prior. â Iâm sorry â I donât remember. But I donât think heâs here right now . â
   Someone must have allowed her inside. It would be truly ridiculous to think any normal commoner without connections could simply stroll about the place unsupervised. Her father would never permit such a thing .
   â You must be very important, if youâre here now. But Iâve never seen you before . â