An empty, hollow laugh, "We'll see indeed. The night after all is, young."
"Yes," Alice says, a hand raised, a fingers draws the length of her arm. Bone pale, and leather white. "A replacement for a jacket I lost, long ago. I think when I first came to Sacramento." when she has been self conscious and impressionable.
She wonders then, for what to say, thinking of what the Court, Ale's Court, is thinking, this strange new coming, calming seeking out the Prince, speaking with the Prince. No, greed, no demands.
"How has Cain been?" she settles on asking, having heard the hound's claws against the floor. "Any word on Abel?"
Alessandra Orianna