video; un: constance von nuvelle

[noatic]

I have a question for you all.

[Good morning/afternoon/etc Lunatia! If you're tuning into the network this fine day, you'll be greeted by the (gorgeous and perfectly made-up, of course) visage of one Constance von Nuvelle, seated neatly in front of the camera and framed by purple roses. She's clearly gone to some effort to make her message attractive (not that much effort needs to be expended in that regard, but you know!), and her tone is tinged with...well, the usual haughtiness. Listen well!]

What's a skill you've learned here in Lunatia that you wouldn't have had access to, back home? I'm always seeking to better myself - as arduous as it is to try and improve upon perfection! - so I'm open to suggestions. I'm already innately talented in magic, battle and horse-riding, so please don't bother proposing that I join the Moon Knights. Other than that, however, I find myself enthused by the thought of hearing what you've managed to achieve!

[Once that's done, she'll reach out and gently run her finger along the petals of one of those flowers.]

I'm also quite interested in speaking with someone who has a good deal of experience in rearing roses. Do get in touch if you fit the bill, won't you?

[And with that, she'll depart!]

Comments

[affectueux]

Oui, um, yes… I’ve been fine.

[ please, please tell him what’s going on. ]

Your hair has grown quite a bit. It suits you.

[noatic]

How kind of you to say! I must admit, I'm rather fond of my new style. It's been quite a while since I've had it short, really. Five years, almost! Some days I miss it. Longer hair certainly requires more upkeep, but I'm far too fond to cut it back.

[She's tempted to be a bit more of a tease, but...no, Serge is far too sweet to tease. She'll come clean!]

Your eyes don't deceive you, by the way. I've aged, I know! Whoever it is that runs this place decided to send me home for a bit. What do you think?

[affectueux]

[ oh thank goodness. serge doesn’t understand how someone can go away for five years and come back within a week or two, but this place is full of things he doesn’t understand. ]

You’ve grown into an even more elegant young woman.

[ he’s still reeling, but he can give a compliment. ]

Five years, you said?

[noatic]

[The compliment is expected (heaven help him if he'd said anything negative!), but it still makes her preen. An elegant young woman...obviously! How could one expect anything else from Constance von Nuvelle?]

Indeed! Frankly, I can't believe I'm back. It will make a nice reprieve, after the war.

[Will she just drop the 'w' word and move on? Absolutely!]

Have you been well, Serge?

[affectueux]

[ the WAR? ]

Oh, I…

[ serge is indeed shocked from the mention of such a big thing, but he doesn’t know if there’s a tactful way to double back and ask her to explain herself. she doesn’t look like someone who has participated in a war, after all. ]

I’ve been fine. I’m surprised you remember me!