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She wasn't slumping yet, but her posture wasn't as perfect as it could become. Everything was wrong with her, but that all together made her right in the head, as a person. So she wasn't complaining about it, looking at the ivory shine despite the dust that's on most of the keys. Outside the mist that fallowed her before was back, more sandy then before but only towards the back of the muffin. Hardly visable in its storm like furry leaving little evidence to spare someone that might of seen the sandy colored wind floating around outside. "..Hm, Pitty." She mumbled to herself placing her other hand up with the first, letting both play together.

Trina's people loved music. It hypnotized them nearly. Trina was standing in the kitchen, dark eyes looking at nothing, the melodies and notes captivating her attention. Drifting through her mind sensously, the music allowed no other thought as Trina merely listened, unaware of anything but the sounds coming from the bar area.


Ellen beamed and hugged Corinne, then Richard, then Corinne again as she climbed up on the bed and plopped down next to her sister, who didn't so much as look up. Either way, Ellen didn't seem to mind. Richard needed a drink, and he bid both a good rest before taking Corinne's hand and exiting.

"I chased down their father." Richard said softly, his unburned arm wrapping around her waist. "He leapt off a balcony. I learned nothing from him." He did not seem to care at all that the man had died. Not only had he never liked him, the 'King' had imprisioned his own children. No, Richard did not mourn his passing. "Rachel would have never left the girls. Not willingly. I...I fear she may be dead." His voice faltered on the last bit, as if even saying the words aloud was past his ability.

Richard held her tighter, not uncomfortably so, saying nothing for a few moments. "She loved it, the lords and ladies and dances...ettiquette. She loved politics. Rachel was very brave Corinne. I left rather than take the crown...she was strong enough to rule, knowing the risks and the negative aspects. She was happy, and I was happy, and we left it at that. But I wish...I wish I could have convinced her to come with me...that we had left together." He exhaled, shaking his head softly. "But then the girls would not have been born...and so, in this way, Rachel was wiser than I." He kissed the top of Corinne's forehead gently. "I'm not sure what to do now. On one hand, Alyssa is now the rightful Queen. But...she seemed reluctant to speak at all to me, and I believe she knows what I would wish to speak about. And so she is avoiding it, as I am. But she is old enough and smart enough to make her own decisions...Ellen is not." Richard shrugged. "I do think she likes you though." He said in a light tone, smiling. He seemed tired, as if he had aged during the last few hours.

"No...she understands more of what happened then Ellen does. I'm sure that she knows her father ordered their imprisionment. She kept Ellen and herself alive these past few weeks...that's alot for anyone to deal with, especially a twelve year old." Richard cupped Corinne's face for a moment, studying her. "You're a lovely person Corinne. Alyssa...just takes time to warm up to people. She always has, and it's even more apparent now. And she never has to worry about me being 'stolen' away. My heart maybe, but I love each of you for whom you are, and differently in each case." He leaned down and kissed her softly. "Then you shall have it." He said with a smile, leading her down the stairs. "We both shall I think. What would you like mi'dear?" He said, charming as ever.

((Nothing stupid about them.))

"Tea," Corinne said softly after some thought, staying close to Richard. "No, cocoa." She amended with a nod. "You muct think I'm silly to worry about this, but I can't help but be afraid that I'm going to do something to make them hate me."

Corinne took the mug in her hands and smiled back at Richard. "Thank you," she said softly, taking a sip.

"I think I have a better one," she said, standing up and taking one hand off of her mug to give Richard's good arm a tug.