<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The elf's smile seemed to go over quite well with the household members Alora noted as she made her way lazily to her study for that before dinner drink. Meeting people had aways taken something out of her as she never had the ability to bounce back as her other half could. All that nodding and bowing and stating kind words of respect never settled well over the Devil's shoulders for one reason or another. Mostly she would guess it had to do with the fact that there was little honesty in the mask of a smiling face. It was one of the reason she never bothered to school her face into a beautiful mask of  radiant splinder or a graceful smile upon her lips. When she did smile many understood well that someone was going to bleed and grew to fear that. They took her plain expressions as a meaning that she was at the very least not in a killing mood. <br/>
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Shouldering open the door she licked her lips taking up a bit more of her bride's taste as she did. The little elf had much to learn about the Devil just as she had much to learn about her. To Alora it would be a great thing to allow someone close enough to see the differences between herself and all other demons within the various worlds. After all she wasn't born of flesh and blood into the world by a mother but born from the splitting of a soul as the other half feared the darker may devour them whole if they so much as welcomed it. Alora didn't resent Eva for such a thought. It was likely true that she would if given the chance even as she was now.<br/>
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Her pale grey eyes met the soft icy blue of her mother's who smiled and moved to pour her child a drink. It was uncanny how the vampire knew what Alora wanted quite well, "I take it she was too your liking even after a second glance at her?"<br/>
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"Of course," She murmured as she too the tumble of fire whiskey, "I have an eye for souls at the very least. She has a strong one with a wonderful flavor. If nothing else she'll be a nice snack."<br/>
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Those words earned her a disapproving look from the blond haired vampire. Her lush red lips pulled into a thin line, "Eating her defeats the purpose of her being here in the first place. I swear I will remain grandchildless at the rate you and Eva are going," She gave a sigh, "I should have grey hair by now."<br/>
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But like many of her kind, Rhiannon wasn't getting grey hair at any point in the future. The pair chatted for a bit longer about other things before Alora called for pair of imps. She gave them orders to help her bride get ready for dinner. However she had forgetten that anything from her was an order to them and an order from her couldn't be over written by anyone else. Well except maybe Eva or Rhiannon. The imps had learned early on that Rhiannon didn't care what order they were given she would see to things her way and no other way. Getting ready herself she slipped away to her bedchambers. <br/>
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Sometime later when she emerged she was dressed in a white button down shirt with a black vest with a purple serpent dragon stitched into left lepel. Her hair was pulled back into braid that swayed slightly as she walked. Walking into the dinning hall she noted her guest hadn't arrived yet and took her place at the head of the table. The devil felt pleased with herself when the imps came flying over to her chirping away in their native tongue about how sweet her bride smelled and other details. She smiled slightly as the greys giggled their pleasure before turning her gaze to the beauty they had brought her. <br/>
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They were quite right the elf didn't disappoint in the least. Standing she motioned for her bride to sit next to her. Rhiannon sat to Alora's left thus Myryrra would sit to her right, "I hope they weren't too much trouble," Alora states, "They really did just want to help." </span>