Devi
Ah, it was going to be a glorious day!
The young woman was in a particularly light hearted canter as she made her way to her father’s home. Though a moment with daddy was far from her mind, oh no Devi was here with much bigger news on behalf of her sister. In her hot little hands, Devi held an article which portrayed Xander, posing awkwardly among a gaggle of character look-alikes to prompt his appearance at the yearly comic convention. He was a rising star—the hottest new artist and writer in the franchise…and Devi knew her sister Ianthe would be hard pressed to pass the event by without seeing him just once.
And she was going to make that stubborn sister of hers a bombshell for the occasion if it was the last thing she did. All those floozies in the ad, ironically enough, were fashioned after her sister—the big inspiration to the up and coming writer ever since their brief meeting after one particularly disappointing auction. Devi was deeply knowledgeable about the whole thing—after all, what were good looks if you didn’t use them to tease out some factoids for blackmail purposes here and there?
Coming to a stop at the door Devi smoothed her one shouldered dress that shimmered in the most royal of purples before reaching out a delicate hand to knock. Of course, she did not wait for an answer, but rather opened it and stuck her head right on inside. It was family, they would understand.
“Oh Ianthe!” She called out sweetly into the halls that sprawled out before her. Oh, her sister dearest was simply just going to die when she heard the plans for today…
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