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𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. — Cold nights, Soar Flights
⒈𝐓𝐇𝐄 sound of clittering and clattering of shoes stepping onto the ground— a greeting of the marble floor that was as smooth as ice, The sounds of the quiet wind passing by— with every step was just echoes of the cold halls.
The soft breath letting out a smoke of the cold simply — Snezhnaya weather was never Merciful... It was as cold as anyone expected. The peering eyes of Fatui soldiers marching on the floor with low greetings and Light greetings upon their superior that passed by.
her eyes looked at the marbled knob, Hesitating to twist the knob and be greeted by the quiet room inside. A light sigh letting out of her lips her eyes finally opening simply the trembling of their pale hands were noticeable and it was threatening... Why was she so afraid right now? Why now?
Her breath trembled before a voice greeted her. '' something wrong Lieutenant ?" By that voice The female turned her head to be greeted by the harbinger with a big robot that carried her— simply a light sigh of relief escapes her lips.. " It's nothing... I'm just... A bit not far fetched. ,, said the female responding to the harbinger.
The harbinger hummed simply the robot gently guiding its hands down leaning closer to the Lieutenant that the harbinger talked to— simply eyeing at the Lieutenant while lightly looking away. " 'far fetched'...? Dear you were never good at hiding emotions." Said the harbinger scoffing as the Lieutenant looked back at her, narrowing her eyes.
The harbinger proceeded to hold the handle herself seemingly catching the attention of the Lieutenant simply making the harbinger lightly smirk a little— twisting the handle opening the room for her.
the Lieutenant looked at the harbinger simply surprised by her action, The harbinger's robot made the harbinger slowly lean near the ear of the Lieutenant and whispered.
" Good luck, dear Lieutenant. Try your Best not to be "too" far fetched." Said Sandrone her breath leaving a light shiver down the lieutenant's spine— Sandrone was slowly picked up back to her position walking away wih her mechanical invention.
The Lieutenant can only look at her with a slight trembling of her fingers yet she accepted it and entered the corridor— in the room it was cold as ever, looking up to her majesty she kneeled down to her knees— a presence alone of the Tsaritsa was already a blessing but to be asked to enter those halls it was simply a grace from the God herself.
Upon greeting the hums— her eyes basking at the daylight that shone upon the lieutenant her heels stepped through the marble flooring slowly leaning down to the kneeling Lieutenant, She was aware the Lieutenant was quite loyal.
