#sacerdotem.

truly, her passion laid in the arts. her valfaren blood ran blue because of the acrylic plugged into it. she was much of a critic, immersing herself into so much culture that she couldn't help but form an opinion on it. some work was great. moving. riveting. other work? not so much. she fights back a yawn, trying not to be noticeably rude.

"by the frost," volpina mutters under her breath, hiding the murmur of her lips behind her drink. "i'm about to fall asleep."