Renata walked, hearing her footsteps echo through the empty halls. They were just a whisper, barely able to be heard. Her cloak fluttered slightly with her graceful movement. She was heading back to the throne room, to report back to Aro. Her thoughts revolved around her trip out of Volterra. Not very far, but it had still made her feel extreme apprehension, not being there to protect Aro. One never knew if danger would happen in their absense.
Her thoughts drifted away, disappearing. She just took slow steps, wanting to relax. Nothing would've happened to Aro in her absense. She was only gone for 2 days. Nothing drastic could've happened in such a short amount of time. A small smile came to her lips as she considered this. It was true. Besides, even if someone tried to get to Aro, Felix or someone else would have been burned to ashes. She chuckled quietly, a husky, almost non-existant sound. Her eyes seemed to glow with the happiness of reassurance from the facts.
Renata's laughter had echoed through the halls. Anyone who was in earshot would have thought this impossible. She rarely laughed, smiled, anything resembling as such. 'Guess this is a good day for me.' She thought lightly.
Post by Antonia Adams on Mar 24, 2010 23:06:35 GMT -5
Antonia was in one of the rooms off the hall, passing the time painting with oils on a fresh canvas when she heard laughter. She raised an eyebrow and set down her brush, washing it off in a bowl of water before gently stealing out of the room in search of the curious sound.
To her surprise the laughter was coming from Renata, who was clearly just returned from her two day venture away from Volterra.
"What amuses you, my friend?" she call out. Not that Antonia didn't get along with the other Volturi members, but Renata seemed to be one of those she held the most in common with. Like personalities, happy childhoods in England, devotion to the Volturi. Antonia considered Renata to possibly be more like the sister she never had. "Was your excursion a pleasant one? Did you travel somewhere exotic...try some exotic cuisine, perhaps?" she added with a chuckle.
She heard the soft whisper of footsteps brush against the floor and stopped, looking where it was coming from. Antonia, whom she was very fond of, emerged from a room. The small smile did not leave her lips as she looked at her. "Nothing...nothing at all." Renata said, shaking her head with the slight smile on her lips. She looked at Antonia with bright eyes. Her smile grew slightly.
"Indeed. Not very bad, the mortals in other exotic countries. Actually a lot better than the normal here, not that I'm complaining." She said, a small bit of laughter coming from her once again. She couldn't exactly explain her mood, it had just appeared. And it was unusual. She wasn't used to having laughter issue from her lips, her lips in a smile. She usually just kept still and solemn. Renata watched Antonia for a moment. "How was it while I was gone. Any events?" She asked, one of her eyebrows raising slightly. She was curious, and it would also assure her even more if there hadn't been. Worry has always been her constant companion since she joined the Volturi, more importantly started protecting Aro. Assurance was something that was important and needed for Renata to function right.
Post by Antonia Adams on Mar 27, 2010 12:14:32 GMT -5
"Everything was blissfully mundane while you were away. The only thing out of the ordinary was possibly the German tourists that came to Volterra yesterday and were given a tour of our accomdations. They didn't put up a fight as most usually attempt to." Antonia frowned. "Almost as if they were expecting it; however, their wimpers of 'mein Gott' would suggest otherwise."
Antonia moved over to a basin with fire flickering away in it, one of many basins lining the seemingly neverending corridors. The fire did not hurt her as she stuck her hand in; it merely registered in her mind as being somewhat lukewarm. The smoke left a slight ashen residue on her fingers which she wiped away on her black dress she was wearing this day. Not that she cared if this dress got dirty, for she had been painting as it is without a smock of some sort, as well as knowing she had the availability to take whatever she wanted in the ways of clothing.
"I've been contemplating another trip away from Volterra myself lately. It has been some time since I've gone anywhere on my own. Any suggestions? Where did you go?" Then as an afterthought, "I'd like to do some shopping while I take in whatever rich, local cuisine I can get my hands on." She smirked, toying with the images in her head of feeding off a human of higher social standing and then raiding their wardrobe.
Renata sighed a bit, then looked at Antonia. "The one's I got in Thailand were decent, and the ones in England better." She said. Then laughed a bit. "The ones I got tried to fight viciously. But, sadly, it didn't work out too well for them." She said, her voice sounding slightly childish and a bit too perky. Hard to believe only assurance could do this to Renata.
She gave a smile to Antonia. "Well, I don't exactly have any suggestions. There are plenty of places where mortals are like that. High social status, rich, sweet blood. Not really a place I could recommend." She said, sighing sadly. Renata then looked at her feet, and thought. Then she looked back up, putting her hood back. Her hair cascaded around her. She gave a smile. "I've been to India before, and there it isn't that bad. Kind of a tangy taste to their blood...makes it more appetizing." She said thoughtfully, looking at the wall above Antonia. Then she looked back at her. "So, there's a small suggestion." She said, shrugging a bit.
Post by Antonia Adams on Mar 29, 2010 22:24:53 GMT -5
"I would try India, but it is most difficult to blend in during the daylight hours what with the constant sunlight, though I will agree the people there taste exquisite." She considered. "Perhaps I can lure Richard into joining me for a short jaunt to the 'Land of the Hindus'. I've always wanted to paint the Taj Mahal and climb Mount Everest." A thought flashed in Antonia's mind and she chuckled at it, deciding to share it with her friend. "Wouldn't it be my luck to happen upon a group of mountain climbers? An amazing view and a smörgåsbord. How quaint."