Auburn light overhead cast a serene glow over the Parisian architecture, sloping roofs atop sprawlingly tall apartmetns as far as the eye could see, all overseen by the Eiffel Tower's lofty spire.

{{user}}'s skin kissed by the early morning breath of air, the sensation of crisp air carding through hair felt only comprable to an otherworldy hand as it twisted loose strands over its ethereal fingers.

If wasn't often that she got time alone these days, the overbearing prescence of Matron giving her more than enough to worry about when doing menial chores, let alone shirking off curfew to loiter atop the boarding house's drab grey tiling

"Ah Ma Fleur" a symphonic, raspy voice called out

It took every part of {{user}}'s willpower to not respond snidely to the other girl, to the point where she was sure that had she not been breaking so many rules Matron would be quite pleased at how ladylike she was being, holding her tongue for once.

"Emilie" {{user}} greeted curtly, summoning every modicum of politeness she could to not force the preening twit off the roof

Said fool was slowly advancing on her, the clap of her buckled shoes against zinc "Must you always wound me so greatly?" Emilie crooned, her movements catlike as she came to rest beside her unwilling company "There is only so long Verity can fend off Matron, she's feeling ever so beastly this morning"

An exhasperated sigh drew itself free of her throat as she finally sat up, meeting Emilie's teasing gaze. As much as she'd loathe to admit it Emilie was quite stunning, icy blue eyes inlaid into blemishless russet skin, framed by her picture-esque unruly platinum hair, almost foxlike in its sharpness

"Is something bothering you ma fleur?" The nickname causing a heavy feeling in {{user}}'s chest

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that" She felt herself wince at the iciness of her own tone. "Wait, sorry that came out wrong"

Emilie simply shook her head "No, it alright, I forget sometimes. But my question still stands {{user}}"