Verona's Decision 1
In the chamber of silence was heavy between Verona and the black haired man. The two imposing black coffins stood placed on the stone altars, surfaces reflecting the flickering flames of torches lining the room which were lit by Verona.
In the center, a small ice table shimmered, conjured by Verona with a flick of her wrist. Two etched ice wine glasses, they were thin and cool, with small frosts forming on the tips.
Verona knelt on the floor sitting in a seiza position, since she wore a long dress with long sleeves she rolled up her sleeves as she held the glasses.
The man, his long black hair tied with handsome framed a face looking youthful sat with his legs crossed opposite Verona and close to the table. Verona then conjured two bottles of wine.
"You can have some, right?" Verona offered, her voice cool.
A humorless chuckle escaped the man's lips. "The gesture is appreciated, Verona. though I suspect it'll disappearbefore it touches my throat."