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"Regina, no. I will not go find someone and bribe them to draw you. I can paint something up when we get home now go and enjoy yourself. If I hear you've stung anyone or caused any sort of mayhem, I'll make sure you regret it," Ary growled, releasing her daughter's white gloved hand after what felt like ages of her whining. And it wasn't that high-pitched and repetitive whining, no, it was the proper and overly arguable kind she couldn't exactly ignore.

"Thank you Mother, yes Mother, I promise to behave," Regina replied calmly, cloak sliding around her shoulders to envelope her entirely in its shimmery light-blue fabric. It was a sight indeed, with a silvery crown perched upon the girl's blue hair. Everything matched and screamed wealth and royalty practically.

"Oh, hello," Regina muttered, surprised into informality when a voice came out of nowhere from behind a statue. As she moved around it, a little girl came into view all the while sketching something. Was she a ragdoll? Her skin was definitely unusual and strange. Struggling to subdue her completely formal attitude by her mother's request, Regina drew herself up and peered down at the sketch. "I'm Queen Regina. Who are you and what is it you are drawing?" she asked, the snobbishness in her voice down several notches compared to her usual tone around new people.

Regina's eyes narrowed a bit at the mention of Howl's birthday party. "Yes, I remember you as well. You're that peasant's friend... Azrael, I believe," she replied, irritation creeping into her voice at the mere mention of the boy. However, it was not addressed to Eve as she had used a more formal reply and thus already a little better than an average person.

((I apologize for the short and crappy post. ;_; ))

Regina stuck her nose up. “Demon, peasant, it doesn’t matter. I call those I detest a peasant as that is the lowest one can be in society next to a slave but even those can be better than the average peasant,” she replied, speaking the word with absolute disgust in her voice. Peasants were dirty and didn’t obey those better than them. All in all, they were disgusting and vile little creatures. Like spiders but worse.

“Yes, I am the Snow Queen. What, exactly, are you?” Regina replied, appearing to swell a little with pride as Eve mentioned reading up on her and saying nothing more about the orange-haired vermin. Good, it meant she was far more distinguished than he was which meant she could irritate him and prove he could never amount to anything compared to her.

“We don’t. He’s a prideful, stubborn idiot,” Regina replied coolly, happy that there wasn’t a single story on demons entirely. Or at least one Eve could find, since the little queen herself was pretty sure she could probably find a few in her mother’s private library. But, if she could politely inform the orange-haired fool, perhaps he wouldn’t act like he should be king of everything and everyone and should be praised as a god or something.

“Thank you. And you are? Most interesting,” Regina added, looking the girl over as she explained what she was. A reanimated ragdoll was most interesting indeed. Living with Ary definitely had its perks, since all the usual strange mixture of creatures had absolutely no scare factor and being queen, what would she care? She would never have to deal with them and if she did, her snow bees would quickly take care of whatever idiot decided to piss her off. No wonder the little snow queen was given to the white-haired devil woman; they were so alike it was scary. “Far more interesting than that orange and purple demon,” she added, mind lingering a little on their previous conversation topic.

"Is he the one you are hiding from?" Regina questioned, remembering the strange man muttering dark curses about losing a child as she toured the various paintings and works of art. They were pretty impressive, that was for sure and thus the queen still hoped that she could someday get art just as beautiful of herself. What would art be without being that of a beloved or all powerful queen?

And of course, Eve happened to provide such an opportunity. "Of course. I would enjoy to be the main focus of any piece of art," she replied, a sly smirk crawling onto her face. She wasn't vain, no, but gaining art of oneself was indeed a high honor. Sure Eve might not be famous, but one had to start somewhere yes?

"That is an incredibly mean thing to say. You are not a monster simply by looks alone. You have to act the part too," Regina replied, finding such a notion atrocious. "You are very kind and you do not even remotely look like a monster. A little odd, perhaps, but then again everyone is," she added thoughtfully. A little out of character, perhaps revealing a slightly different person beneath that cold and snobby attitude.

"Ooh, excellent. I'm sure my picture will be far greater than their," she added with a smirk. "Especially a specific someone with bright orange hair." And there the attitude was back, the ever eternal war of ego's flaring up again.

Regina looked over the number curiously before silently depositing it in a hidden pocket of her cloak. “Thank you, Eve. I will make sure I put it to good use. Hm, I see an unusual-looking man looking around the museum as well as my mother. I assume said man is the one you wish to avoid?” she asked, pondering ways to deter him if it was. Ary would instantly recognize the acts were her own, but was probably more willing to let them talk than to separate them. Unless she was being escorted out and had come to look for her. Just one of the many flaws of her guardian, her lack of patience and quickness to violence.