Curtain call's Verdict

The prologue for the epilogue

Lady Furina, there are things of utmost importance that requires your attention...
Lady Furina, you have guest coming to see you, its Madame...
Lady Furina, you have a trial in 15 minutes, and an opening session to attend...
Lady Furina, please cease these childish antics in court...
Lady Furina...Lady Furina...Lady Furina, Furina... (a stern Familiar voice)

*DONG!*
Reality stumbles back to Furina as she gasped, her hand on her chest as she had been awoken from nap, she found herself on a blue couch, with the rays of the afternoon sun shining in through the window, she brushed off the loud noises in her head from that strange dream, or memory, 'Oh heavens that was just a bunch of noises from the past...' She brushed her hair, turning her head towards another direction:'Thanks to you, damn clock...' she growled whilst pointing an accusatory finger towards the source of her current predicament, the grandfather clock, sounding off its loud chimes as it was 12 noon. She mumbles to herself after getting off the couch, stretching her limbs and picking up her hat that was siting atop the armrest of the couch, putting on her hat and her coat.

'Sedene whats my schedule fo-Oh..slipped my mind hehe, I'm too used to it...' she talks to herself. 'I could use a cup of tea..' She walked towards the kitchen, a kettle with boiled water stood by the table waiting for instructions, she lifted the kettled towards a teapot, gently pouring it to ensure the composition of water and tea leaves are per her standards, perfectly matched for even the most picky of the nobility, after all she is the former archon. She reached to the cabinet with the help of a small stool, and unscrewed the cover to a cookies jar, and poured a few slices of cookies onto her plate and served it alongside a tea set. Picking up the tray she headed to the backyard of the house, where a small gazebo stood tall admist the hedges. 'Im really glad I got Neuvilette to have this place installed for me.'

Placing the set down, she swirled the tea cup with a spoon before taking sip, 'Sigh I sure miss Palais Mermonia at times...' reminiscing to sometime..

During sometime ago (Distorted memory)
'Isn't this pot of tea amazing? The finest tea leaves sourced from Fontaine and Liyue.' Furina poured herself a cup of tea, with the other guest of her tea session.

'Mmm it is indeed refreshing, however waters from Liyue are in my opinion having more exquisite taste.' Neuvilette said, as he sipped some tea from the cup, whilst on the other hand having his hand on some documents.

'I never really could understand, out of all your sovereign dragon's ability, i find the whole water tasting ability of yours rather intriguing' Furina mused to herself, whilst picking up a piece of cake from the plate with a fork.

'Yes, you can consider that intriguing, as to many water is water. To me it is akin to a different blend of spices per its origins, like problems that must be rooted out , speaking of which would you care to tell me what's up with the issues of the primordial sea that has erupted in the fortress of meropide, is there anything you might be concealing from me that may be of use to combat the prophecy.' Neuvilette his eyes stern with authority and care for the well being of Fontaine's impending doom, moving closer towards Furina as her face pales up a little, her words stutter, and her heart beating faster than ever.

'AH No! Nothing! I'm not hiding anything! STOP PESTERING ME!' Furina her eyes closed whilst yelling, her hand flailing about, opening once more to see that she was still at the gazebo in her backyard, screaming at the air, to which it does not respond with anything but a gust of calm winds to her face. 'Oh...it was just a dream..' she looked about the garden, seeing butterflies flutter among the flowers, alongside a gardemek gardener model, its machinery humming as it trims the hedges. Since the last session with aether inviting her to help out the troupe in the opera epiclese she had been rather busy, reading a load of letters pouring from all sources.