Assassins. The word left a foul taste in her mouth, no matter how many times she turned it over in her mind and along her tongue. It felt foreign. Strange. Bitter. And above all, wrong.
But no matter which way she felt about it, that was indeed the word on the streets and such words were best when not left ignored.
With a disgruntled sigh, she made her ways towards the Whitecourt Estate, spotting the young Lady Persephone sitting on the bench outside her home, seeming to have stopped for a moment in search of fresher air.
Pausing somewhat, resting both hands along the wrought iron gate that led into garden of Whitecourt Estate, MabFaerie smiled in a polite, if slightly sorrowful manner.
"I've come to offer my sincerest condolences for your loss, Miss Whitecourt. It is my understanding that your parents passed away recently. Word on the streets claims it was an assassination attack, but I'm sure you don't want to hear any of that."
Pausing somewhat, as if picking and choosing her words carefully, she added, "Don't quote me on it, but if i had to say, I'd suggest you be wary of that Starlequin fellow, something has always seemed a little... odd about him."
Inhaling a short breath, the young woman offered a curt bow, "Ah, I shouldn't trouble you with such gossip. I'm sure you've got plenty on your mind as is. Please, continue along your day and pay me no mind."
With a tip of her hat and a nod in Persephones direction, she turned, calling back softly as she went,
"You have yourself a lovely evening ma'am. Again, I'm terribly sorry for your loss. Do try and keep yourself in good spirits though, won't you?"
*Edited to fix a typo.