Today, 12:27 AM
Edurne wasn't sure what to expect of Moscow, but it certainly wasn't the glamour. The stories she had heard of the city did not do it justice, and as Edurne stepped off of the plane and into the armoured Rolls Royce limousine, she felt that she could finally relax. Flying from Spain to Russia was only about five hours, and she had flown private after all. While she sat in the back of the vehicle, Edurne crossed one leg over the other and pulled out a cigarette- the brand being black devil. They were pure black save for a red ring around the filter, and tasted exactly like cherries. Winding the window down slightly, Edurne embraced the One Power and used a simple thread of fire to light the end of the cigarette, before releasing it and taking a drag. It was a frivolous use of the power perhaps, but the feeling that came with having the power flow through her was euphoric enough that she channeled at any given opportunity. Yet the memory of what had happened to Roshni still haunted her, and Edurne was cautious about channeling too much of the One Power at any given time.
Once they finally arrived at the hotel, Edurne stepped out of the vehicle clad in a flowing white silk dress with flared sleeves, and was dripping head to toe in gold and diamonds. Her golden hair was loose around her shoulders and down her back, and her makeup was lightly done. Entering the hotel alongside several bodyguards on her payroll, Edurne's heels clicked against the marble flooring as she made her way over to the front desk. "Ferrón Arriaga," she said simply. The woman working behind the desk, an elderly lady with wire-rimmed glasses and graying hair.
"Lady Ferrón Arriaga," the woman responded, to which Edurne nodded. She hadn't quite shrugged off every heritage that her parents had bestowed upon her, and she was technically still a part of landed gentry. The weave of compulsion she had used on her parents didn't seem to have struck them as odd, given that they wired more than a few million CDD into her new bank account. Besides, it wasn't as if they were going to miss it. They earned more than that in a few months with the amount of business and companies they owned. Shrugging her shoulders, Edurne flipped her hair over her shoulder and leant against the counter, drumming her French manicured nails against the marble.
When she was given the key to her room, the penthouse suite comprising of several floors, Edurne nodded her thanks and took the key from the woman. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a woman, not one that she recognised. When the elderly woman said that there were no bellstaff available at the moment to take her bags, Edurne raised an eyebrow. "Perdona?" She asked in Spanish, unable to believe her ears. "Are you serious?" Edurne's accent wasn't too thick, but it was definitely noticeable. "What am I supposed to do with all of my luggage?" There were several suitcases at Edurne's feet, and with a huff she briefly considered using the power to compel the old lady into carrying them herself.
Once they finally arrived at the hotel, Edurne stepped out of the vehicle clad in a flowing white silk dress with flared sleeves, and was dripping head to toe in gold and diamonds. Her golden hair was loose around her shoulders and down her back, and her makeup was lightly done. Entering the hotel alongside several bodyguards on her payroll, Edurne's heels clicked against the marble flooring as she made her way over to the front desk. "Ferrón Arriaga," she said simply. The woman working behind the desk, an elderly lady with wire-rimmed glasses and graying hair.
"Lady Ferrón Arriaga," the woman responded, to which Edurne nodded. She hadn't quite shrugged off every heritage that her parents had bestowed upon her, and she was technically still a part of landed gentry. The weave of compulsion she had used on her parents didn't seem to have struck them as odd, given that they wired more than a few million CDD into her new bank account. Besides, it wasn't as if they were going to miss it. They earned more than that in a few months with the amount of business and companies they owned. Shrugging her shoulders, Edurne flipped her hair over her shoulder and leant against the counter, drumming her French manicured nails against the marble.
When she was given the key to her room, the penthouse suite comprising of several floors, Edurne nodded her thanks and took the key from the woman. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a woman, not one that she recognised. When the elderly woman said that there were no bellstaff available at the moment to take her bags, Edurne raised an eyebrow. "Perdona?" She asked in Spanish, unable to believe her ears. "Are you serious?" Edurne's accent wasn't too thick, but it was definitely noticeable. "What am I supposed to do with all of my luggage?" There were several suitcases at Edurne's feet, and with a huff she briefly considered using the power to compel the old lady into carrying them herself.