Objective: Be a deWinter. Make Ingrid laugh. More likely sigh. Run errands maybe? I brought snacks.
The trip here had been unremarkable. Enough so that she had slept through the whole thing. The wafting scent of chocolate was the only thing rousing her from slumber as she committed to a full body stretch and kicked someone in the side. The disgruntled exchange was short, fingers pulling through her hair as a poor replacement for a brush. Sleep owned her eyes for a while, legs moving as the city slowly revealed itself around her.
And it was...different. Not boring, but certainly no Scintilla.
Everyone capable of sensing the force could feel her entrance to the area. She had come with no real goal besides being beside Aunt Scherezade's friend. She'd been through a lot very quickly she'd been told and might enjoy the company, or at least a helping hand. For her waking time, she wandered with half lidded eyes and found confectionaries or snacks in different shops while receiving odd looks here and there. Thankfully only looks, having hid the knives below her jacket. Something she learned from watching the adults be sneaky sneaks.
A bag of cheese and a separate bag of chocolates in hand, she moved along with a song in her head.
She felt it was time to check in with Ingrid, though there was a strange buzz in the air, as though she could hear a conversation in the next room. But it was grainy, and really strained. Okay, maybe it was like listening to a conversation the next room over with the television cranked and your roommate snoring. But it was there. Which was really distracting her from the song in her head.
A constant bobbing wiggle of a dance helped keep focus on the song, even with the noise. Though it had distracted her from the path she had taken, or even who had spoken to her as she closed the door behind her. Had that been locked? She frowned, looking over the red haired woman whose picture she had burned into her mind. Ingrid seemed focused on something else, a distant look across her features as she slipped over to a sofa near but separate from her. The soft crinkle of brown bags being set on the table the only real sound she had made since entering.
Ingrid had been warned of Felmorante deWinter coming to meet her, but a warning was one thing and a deWinter in the flesh was a whole other story.
Emerald eyes glimmered in the silence, a wicked smile appearing as she waited. Her eyes closed after a breaths time, hands gathering her hair and plaiting it over her shoulder.