Cirice Forge doesn't know who she is. Other than a piece of paper with her name on it, she knows nothing about her time before she was dispersed into the foster system. Now, she bartends at a popular gentleman's club with plenty of ogling and still...
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Cirice stared at herself in the mirror, her lips puckering as she took in her outfit. It was a blue dress, slightly worn yet still elegant. Ithica finished buttoning the back buttons and sighed.
"Well it's not perfect, but I'll have Ivy whip up a few new ones now that you're back." Ithica assured as Cirice eyed her hair. It was in a simple updo with a few dark tresses framing her face. She glared at the small pimple that was beginning to form near her nose and sighed.
"Are you nervous?" Ithica asked, meeting her eyes in the vanity mirror. Cirice shrugged.
"A bit. It's been so long since I've been here. It's hard to remember all of those rules." Cirice commented, brushing her hand over the brush on her vanity.
"You have such an odd manner of speaking, Miss. Those words sound so unfamiliar." Cirice paused for a moment, pondering her words.
"Oh you mean the contractions? Yeah, those aren't really popular yet." she said, smiling. Ithica's brows were furrowed, yet she did give a small smile.
"Come. We mustn't keep you father waiting." Ithica and Cirice shared a grin as Ithica tailored her words to mimic Cirice's.
Down winding stairs and hallways, the duo made their way to the dinning room. Ithica came to a large set of doors and opened them, gesturing for her to enter. Cirice gulped and stepped in.
Windows were to her right, and to her left a large fireplace stood--it's mantle taller than she. Above it, a painting of a beautiful landscape sat. Cirice vaguely recognized the church she and Alex had first entered.
"Ah, I see you've found the Vale. You used to be so fond of that painting as a child." Cirice started a bit as her father approached, glass in hand. He put his hand on the small of her back and spoke.
"Ithica would find you in here, watching it. Sometimes she even claimed you could speak to it." Cirice snorted.
"I was a kid. I'm sure I could talk to animals and see ghosts too." she replied as Papa eyed her.
"Ghosts? No. Animals however you were quite fond of. You especially enjoyed chasing me around as I learned to master my craft." Mason informed from his place at the sideboard. He was dressed in a simple suit, also holding a glass.
Beside him, an older woman stood. She was beautiful--the kind of timeless beauty that hinted at a memory of a goddess. Papa smiled.
"Cirice, you remember Sister Imperator?" Papa asked, ushering them both over to where she stood. Sister Imperator smiled warmly at Cirice.
"I haven't seen you since you were a babe. How much you have grown!" she cried, pulling Cirice into a soft hug. She smelled of cedar, a delightful, comforting scent. Cirice smiled, breathing her in.
"We have missed you dearly here. I am sure you have an array of tales to tell?" she inquired, raising her eyebrows. Cirice chuckled.
"Oh I've got some," she muttered as the three of them winced at her casual tone.
