Early in the morning, Flora was neatly dressed in black gauze, but her sleeping posture was anything but elegant.
There weren't enough rooms in the Hearthfire District Mansion, so she had to share a bed with Vanessa. Neither of them slept very gracefully.
Luckily, Vanessa had no fingers and couldn't grip things easily, so she had lost their nighttime battle for the covers.
Flora groggily heard movement beside her. Presumably, Vanessa had gotten up.
"Mmm, let me sleep a little longer..."
She mumbled.
But Vanessa ignored her. After getting out of bed, the Esoteric Cult's Cult Leader busied herself with something, making all sorts of noises. Flora kept her eyes closed and her brows furrowed, determined to sleep in no matter what.
Soon, she felt the person beside her lie back down.
Mm, that's more like it. Mornings were for sleeping in. Why get up so early?
Unfortunately, Vanessa's voice soon came from above her head:
"We need to talk."
Flora: "?"
What was there to talk about this early in the morning?!
"No talking. Sleep!"
"I would like to talk to you about our great savior, and our order's Path and principles."
Vanessa's emotionless voice sounded above her head again.
Flora was beyond furious.
She was the Elegy Funeral Rite of the Mourning Poetry Society! Why talk to her about their Great Being?
As if she could join their sect!
It was early in the morning, and Vanessa had already lain down. Why couldn't she just sleep? She kept buzzing overhead like a fly!
Huh?
Overhead?
Flora suddenly opened her eyes. Hadn't Vanessa just lain down beside her? Why was her voice coming from above her head?
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Elsa lying beside her, her eyes vacant and lifeless.
A scream rang out in