We Stand Above the Crowd

Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov would watch as the earthen pelted lady would speak, announcing her departing from the seen. She bid a farewell to Anzhelika, yet the ivory Queen hoped this wasn't goodbye forever. "And good luck to you, Aislinn." Her tone was soft, low timbre like velvet as she watched the dame disappear into the shadows. She would continue on her own hunt for the throne, and possibly one day cross paths with Aislinn once again. Maybe she could even be her friend. But, for now, they were merely acquaintances in this world of strangers. That was one step closer to a wicked friendship. And, with that, Anzhelika would make her own departure, the ivory Queen disappearing from the scene into the shadows of her own darkness.

(OOC; ~Exit Anzhelika)