<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"></span><div class="floatright">(http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k132/BriBla/Sister%20Maria%20Lucia_zps30ottdjs.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Maria Lucia  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=233968.msg11550235#msg11550235)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Estate of Amelia Linbergh<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Arrival (vanilla, so vanilla it's still in the pod)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Perhaps Father Ignacio is not as good a man, as I believed him to be. </em><br/><br/>Maria Lucia's personal thoughts remained masked behind large atramentous wells considered eyes of hers, masked even as her fingertips rose to itch at the thick woolen lines of the habit that adorned her delicate frame. Careful to avoid using her nails, but the rub was vicious enough to make a fleeting expression of relief pass upon her dusky features as sacchariferous that for a moment? She looked radiant in her relief. Sadly the fleeting sensation of relief as well as the expression were both short lived as Mrs. Vivian Aster would snap her fan at the young nun that the Sister's of Mercy had sent her as escort for the evening. <br/><br/><em><strong>"Stop that immediately, do you wish them to think you have fleas? My goodness, Sister, the embarrassment is bad enough that they did not have the wisdom to at least send one of the younger sister's to see to my needs. Or at the least one who can pass."</strong></em> came the indignant huff from the festively adorned Lady upon her chair.<br/><br/><em><strong>"My apologies, Mrs. Aster. Of course, on all accounts. But Sister Joan had taken ill, so there was none left to see to your comforts. "</strong></em> Somehow, Maria Lucia managed to sound contrite even diffident to the woman who glowered at her. <br/><br/>After all, someone as impressively sized and bedecked in gems and jewels could not possibly be forced to ambulate on her own accord. Instead? Like a maharajah the opulent woman rested in a contraption of wicker and brass. The fact Lucia in her habit wondered if the wicker was transmuted with some metal of miracles? Now that was another matter all together. Either way, the small form pushing the Beast of a woman did invoke the battle of Sisyphus and the stone she was sure. The fact that he tricked the Gods to earn his punishment provided it's own subtle humor as she grunted shoving Mrs. Astor where she was directed to by the lofted wave of fan. <br/><br/><em>When he requires my assistance the next time, I shall.. </em><br/><br/>Of course the myriad of thoughts of her inevitable vengeance would flow through the faux Nun's mind. But she could not deny either that it was the perfect disguise to slip into a country under the veil of good deeds. Nor could she deny that the habit and the long voluminous billowing tent of itch created a visage that most would over look, after all she was merely glorified help was she not? A companion to an obnoxiously gluttonous woman whose husband was making money hands over fist  creating instruments that would cause nothing but murder and mayhem, all the while spending his blood money in ways that would scandalize most polite society. But when was society ever polite? The glimmer of sweat that shined the body underneath the blacks was cooling her body, pity it couldn't soothe the temper. <em>Oh Iggy, how you will sin!</em> Became a running melody through her mind as she savored the thought of it. <br/><br/><em><strong>"Be a darling gem, Sister and fetch me some num num's, and a glass or two. I am simply parched...Oh Oh! Theodore, you handsome devil you, come come, give Auntie Aster a kiss..." </strong></em>Maria's dark eyes widened only slightly as she turned her head downwards to let the black side of the habit cover where the white fabric framed. One hand rising to the crucifix she wore as  the dark fingers began plucking over the side of it, scraping nail back and forth as she contemplated how she might be able to end her own suffering now and create a vision of despicable debauchery if only it would silence that woman's indefatigable way of finding tones that even dogs would have a hard time hearing. <br/><br/>She managed a look of absolute reverence and care towards her beast of a patient as she dipped her head in incline. No need to expand upon it more or to murmur the expected <em>"As you wish, Madam."</em> The Beast already had her talons aimed for Theodore the poor bastard. Lucia managed at the least not to chuckle or make eye-contact as the poor middle age man sloughed over towards the Beast upon her throne, ready to devour him or at the least drown him in gossip and scandals.  Eyes turned away from the display, as she noted the different groupings forming as others entered. As of yet, she had not heard the one she sought name mentioned and the clearance from the Beast allowed her time to drift towards the back of the room slipping towards the refreshments poised on server's tray. Now to make it to that tray and back without encountering a myriad of scenarios she wished not to navigate. </span><br/>