<div class="floatleft">(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>: Amelia Linbergh Estate - Singapore<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Aori and Ami and OPEN! :)<br/><strong>Content</strong>: The perks of being a wallflower in nun's clothing.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/><br/>What she noticed or did not notice could fill their own tomes, so pinpointed was her focus to not be seen as she hovered near the alabaster stone that had become some stranger sort of totem. Did her dark eyes focus upon Aori and Ami for perhaps a moment too long? But of course, they were stunningly in their very unique ways as out of place as the one who walked within as the muse that called to creation the hummingbird. Her own lips settled into thinner line as she bid herself not to become distracted to the point of marring her chance . After all, one did not wear woolen panties for just anyone. Not in this humidity! <br/><br/>Lips curved into something akin to a smile in return to Aori, a hint of mischievous glimmer within her eyes. Even as she drew in a deeper breath and finally, oh finally would start to set herself into motion. Damnation, that the instant she did the servants began their waltz through, breaking up the conversations and gossip. Herding the guests towards the double doors at the end of that long hallway. Like any soiree, the movement of some was faster then the movement of others, idle things feet that pitter pattered to line the masses towards the decadence of what was to be displayed. Somewhere in the crowd she saw him, the weeble wobble of the elderly man, guffawing at some young heiresses attempt to compliment him.   Maria's fingertips near rubbed blister upon the wooden line of her rosary, as she counted the distance between them by the sheer intake of breaths.<br/><br/>What is black and white and red all over? <br/><br/>A fake nun when a howl from a wounded wildebeest breaks her revelry at finding the target she has been pandering and gambling to obtain in sites for over five years. Red from the blush, as she startled when Mrs. Aster in her lovely chair, being pushed by the self same young man who appeared to have seriously been contemplating some form of self mutilation to make it all stop...<br/><br/>"<em>SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESTER! Where in HEAVENS name is my drink!" </em>The Beast set free it's tones and the earth rumbled. No. Not the earth, merely the alabaster stone that had been serving as shelter. Damn well not needed now, that everyone and possibly four generations of their families now knew where the nun was hiding. <br/><br/><em>"Oh! Mrs. Aster, a thousand pardons, a thousand more are needed, Madam!"</em> She did manage to let the tone of her voice not line itself with some bit of acidic venom, merely the bowing of her head, as if the dark curtain of the habit on either side might save her. Fingers pushing the statue back up right before it totally crushed her into the far wall, struggling for a moment before she managed it. Dusting her hands off upon the line of that dark robe as she drew in a very, very, very large breath. <br/><em><br/>"Well, a thousand are not nearly enough, you lazy thing! Here you are caught up looking at the finery! You ought to be ashamed. Theodore..let her push me, you come and and hold my hand. Can you just imagine her standing there gawking, as if she.." </em>Already Maria was tuning the woman out, as she moved and Theodore gave her that look, the one that nearly begged for some excuse, any excuse, short of gnawing his own arm off to get away. Maria chuckled, as she put her hands upon the chair and pushed the Beast towards the room that held the treasures they were all there too look at and the one treasure that was still living she needed to look inside of. </span></span>