[closed] old you in the garbage, new you in display case

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria and Alexandrie
WHAT: Discussing makeovers for the greater good.
WHEN: Early Cloudreach
WHERE: The del la Fontaine apartments in Hightown.
NOTES: n/a, will add if necessary

Exactly where the rumors had come from or exactly how they'd whispered their way onto Alexandrie's stack of correspondence from this friend or that is even now unclear to Wysteria. In the long run, she's not certain that the semantics of the thing really matter that much when the subject of the rumor is standing right before them.

The Sister in question is a slim girl, both younger and sharper in the face and about the eyes than either of them is. There's a rangy quality to her, a look that speaks to a youth spent on some Rivaini street more than it evokes any glimmer of a soft Orlesian infant, but the resemblance (allegedly, and perhaps Alexandrie has seen the Comte from close enough to confirm) is there even if the temper isn't.

The girl's fidgeting somewhat between them now as Wysteria holds up a series of gowns against her. "I don't know about this color. Alexandrie, would you say the blue and silver, or the green and gold?"

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Wysteria's choices inspire a pleased noise from Alexandrie.

"You have a fine eye, those shall hardly need adjusting at all." Finally deciding upon a hair placement, she calls for Marie and explains her thoughts in a rapid torrent of Orlesian. She would do it herself, but her maid is more practiced, and one would have to arise very early in the morning indeed to dodge Marie's caretaking. "As to the Comte, you are not too far off, although I should not say 'ashen parody'. By all accounts he was a dashing young man and lucky to have fallen very much in love with the woman his parents chose for him. He was ecstatic to have heard he had a daughter, and grief stricken to have never met you. A much more subdued gentleman sense, and he never even began thinking to remarry. He was entirely overcome when we told him you lived, both with joy and with guilt that he had not looked harder for you." Alexandria looks quite solemn, and her speech is soft. "He would like very much to be your father, and is a bit worried you shall not feel you need one at all."

The question unspoken: and how do you feel?