LAST SACRIFICE (PIPMAN)

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 11-29-2014, 11:32 PM by Epiphron.)

Slowly the stranger would lift herself into a sitting position, eying Epiphron with the same kind of guarded curiosity that she herself displayed. It took the alabaster woman a long moment to realize where she had seen her. Oh, she was one of the Armada clan -- she mentally refrained from calling her an Armada bitch in her head. Azalea had stood by her side when her brother had lost his life. Hadn't she cheered on Isardis? Her nose wrinkled as she eyed her, judgment glimmering in her gaze as she studied her. While there was no reaction of anger, no look of malice shot her way, her expression was far from pleased. The death of her brother had been painful and to be facing a woman that had openly wished his demise was unsettling, to say the least.

Eyes would narrow as she faced her, posture only stiffening slightly as she warily stepped a bit closer. "Roman Armada." She'd never met an Armada she liked, though it wasn't until recently that she had met an Adravendi that she didn't. "I am Epiphron Adravendi. Azalea's aunt. By adoption." Once she had thought that loyalty mattered more than blood, but time had changed that opinion; only those that she was related to by blood had not betrayed her.

She, too did not remember the fight well. The memories were hazy and painful to recall. Curiosity gleamed in her unwavering stare as she considered. A family skirmish, she called the fight between she and Azalea. "I suppose you could call it that," she would murmur quietly. There was little else to say; the rivalry between the two families was something that didn't need to be explained. There was even less of a reason to explain why she had felt Azalea had betrayed her family. A moment of silence would follow, her mind reeling, flooding her with nostalgia, curiousity, and confusion at the same time. "Though betrayal seems a more fitting word for it." Her tones were level, untainted by malice, though her gaze did not waver as she spoke.

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