𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭 | Neuvillette

ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ

FOUR

NEUVILLETTE ACCOMPANIED the Hydro Archon Furina through the grand entrance of the newly opened art gallery in Fontaine. The building itself was a masterpiece, its façade a harmonious blend of classic elegance and avant-garde design that echoed the city's reputation as a hub of culture and innovation.

Furina, ever the epitome of flamboyance, moved with a confidence that seemed to make the air around her sparkle. Her voice was a vibrant melody, rich with overconfidence and flair, as she discussed the latest happenings in Fontaine. Her attire was as striking as her personality, a stunning ensemble that flowed like water, mirroring her title as the Hydro Archon.

Neuvillette, in contrast, was the picture of composed elegance. He followed a step behind, his posture upright and exuding an aura of quiet authority. His eyes, sharp and discerning, swept across the gallery, absorbing the art and the crowd with an understated keenness.

As they meandered through the opulent corridors of the gallery, Furina's voice, laced with a theatrical flourish, floated through the air. "It was absolutely riveting," She began, her eyes shimmering with a blend of amusement and intrigue, "I must admit, that trial kept me on the edge of my seat. Though, truth be told, I had my suspicions about the outcome right from the start."

Neuvillette walked alongside her with a serene composure. His response was measured, yet carried a hint of warmth, intended to match the Archon's buoyant spirit. "Of course, you did," He said, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth acknowledging her astuteness, "Your insight into such matters is, as always, considered."

Furina's laughter rang out, clear and confident, echoing lightly off the gallery walls. She threw her head back slightly, her hair cascading like a waterfall of light. "Oh, Neuvillette," She exclaimed, her voice tinged with a playful arrogance, "You know me too well. I do have an eye for these things, don't I?" The question, rhetorical in its nature, was a testament to her self-assurance, a characteristic as intrinsic to her as the fluid grace with which she moved.

Neuvillette, maintaining his composed and respectful demeanor, glanced subtly towards Furina as they continued their stroll among the gallery's treasures. "Do you plan on staying long?" He inquired, his tone suggesting a consideration for both their schedules rather than a mere inquiry.

Furina, her gaze momentarily shifting from the art to Neuvillette, countered with a question of her own. "Do you have more pressing matters that you haven't cleared up for the day?" There was a playful edge to her voice, as if challenging the notion that anything could be more important than their current engagement.

Neuvillette offered a calm smile, the epitome of professional diplomacy. "Not at all," He reassured her, "My intention is merely to keep in mind the requirements of both our schedules."

Furina seemed satisfied with his response, her smile softening. "We won't linger too long, then," She declared, her tone a blend of assurance and light-heartedness.

As they progressed through the gallery, their path brought them in front of a large, captivating painting. The artwork, a mesmerizing blend of colors and shapes, seemed to command attention. Neuvillette noticed Furina's pace decelerating, a subtle sign that she was drawn to the piece. In response, he too slowed down, matching her rhythm with an intuitive understanding of her interest.

Furina stood before the painting, her gaze fixed on it, absorbing its details. The usual vibrancy in her expression gave way to a contemplative stillness, a rare moment where her flamboyant persona seemed to fade into the background. After a brief pause, she turned towards Neuvillette, her demeanor shifting back to one of courteous formality.