The sun surrendered just as swiftly as it arose, and the hours of work that have been meant for today have been done through and through. The short-haired maid in round glasses tended to the bottle of most pristine, which was far less full by that point, but still enough to entertain her for this evening. Moira's eyes did not change, still as wary and dejected as ever, betraying her hard-working temperament and making her seem... Like a miserable prisoner of forced labour, but alas, this did not matter as that nosy but much beloved little sister of hers had come into her room once more, although with a more tired expression. As it had seemed, Sobrana was indeed putting quite the effort into learning this new craft that caught her eye.

"Sobrana, what's it this time?" Moira said, slouching into the same chair by the window, swerving the wine in the same wineglass as before, but with a content little smirk on her face this time. "Ah... I-It's nothing." Sobrana mumbled in response; how did such an awkward girl find the treacherous profession of a diplomat so endearing, enough to make her study till' the very eyes of hers had to carry dark bags? "You look awfully alike to me for it to be absolutely nothing." Her sister raised herself in the seat, reaching the edge of the glass to her lips, tasting the aroma first before indulging into some grape blood, her eyes lifting from the surface of the liquid to watch her sister, "Is your endeavour going well?" Moira asked, that gaze of hers dripping with a bit of solidarity for her usually inept sister, even if that plan that she had concocted is as bewildering as a walking fish.

"It's alright." Sobrana laughed it off with a chuckle, rubbing her hands together. Even with this character she has, the effort seemed to be paying off quite a bit already: her posture has become far more confident, and those absurd stutters decreased in amount and intensity. Moira spun her left hand around the wrist quite dramatically, shutting her right eye for a bit of emphasis. "Wonderful, then." But, that soon halted as her sister's goal reminded Moira of the noon conversation the Duke had with the rest of his family. She had the misfortune to be a part of a discussion abouts very, very confidential information regarding the island, even if she was just a bystander. That pulled her out of exhaustion and sunset nonchalant demeanour, since that topic explicitly coincided with Sobrana's plans.

The head maid put aside the wineglass on the round table, leaning closer to Orpha's personal maid's face. "Oi, I heard some seriously scary words from the Duke today." Sobrana perked up, distraught by the sudden change in her sister's mood, instinctually leaning in as well. "What do you mean?" She stared at Moira in those vibrantly yellow peepers, the ones that were inclined to veer off topic and continue. "The entire Ducal family came together to talk about it, so..." It was difficult to determine how much she could say without putting her young bones into danger — she carried on nonetheless, "The topic was so heated that both the young master and the Duchess went as far as to raise their voices." The intrigue in Sobrana's eyes was apparent, she was quite literally seething with curiosity whenever the talk about possible politics was raised around her. "Ah-huh..." She instigated her sister to go on, excitedly squeezing her hands together, "But I must warn you, if you spill any of what I tell you to others, our heads are as good as accessories to a bucket."

That rather quickly extinguished that spark of excitement in her gaze, a bit of a brutal disclaimer it was. "What?" Sobrana gathered her thoughts after the threatening words of her sister, and Moira resisted moving her hands closer to the glass, "It is exactly as I meant it, I suppose it is sensitive enough to warrant an execution for unauthorised disclosure, maybe even treason charges, since that information is deeply intertwined with the internal and external interest of the Dukedom." The suspense was palpable; Sobrana caved in instantly. "I won't tell anyone." The maid’s voice came down to a whisper, and Moira followed suit, "That was quick, are you sure?" Moira exhaled deeply, unsure of talking about this topic the closer they actually got to it, unlike her little sister. With an inhale, Moira gathered herself and gave both of them a last warning, "Well, this is the point of no return for both of us..."

To cut the chase and time, Moira began to explain the details of today's family gathering in a considerably thorough manner. Shortly, not even halfway, Sobrana was very much petrified.

"...all that concludes our current reality, what do you think of this?" The head maid’s wine glass was empty, too. Moira didn't actually process all this nightmare on the spot in the dining room — her go-to motto was "The less you know, the less you worry.", such she made sure to remember and digest as little of all the secret and dangerous information the Duke exposed around her as possible. "Um..." Sobrana, on the other hand, was on the same hand as her sister: panicked and reasonably mortified. While tugging at her collar, Moira continued "Think of this in another way..." Some justification for whatever has commenced would help both of the women find their bearings, "All that means is that you have a better position were you to actually become a diplomat." This did little to calm Sobrana, but even in the state that she was in, the idea rubbed that adventurous spirit the right way. "When that information becomes public, you'll be able to assert your interests with the Duke and Duchess, if you get lucky and impressed and if they approve, imagine the sudden rank up!” Her sister nodded slightly, pulling up a strained smile. "I guess you're right...?" With an awkward laugh she said, keeping up that midtempo nodding. "All I wish for you at this point is... uh..."

"Nevermind, I'm just as clueless and pissed-pants terrified as you are about this... entire situation, but we can't do anything except try and brace for it, don't you think?" Indeed, Moira said things that Sobrana agreed with in spite of all the paranoid thoughts and ruminating plots of absolute demise of herself and the entire island, lifting her mind by the bootstraps. "Absolutely, as much as it could be a possible grave... I can't say that it isn't as much of a golden opportunity for a lot of people? Me included?" Both of them thought that either positive assuming idea was borderline stretching the good aspects of their circumstance, either of the two also thought that it is better to collect and assert rather than panic and assume the worst. 

"Do you want tea?" Moira suddenly stood up, "All this talking gave me a dry throat, the Duke was right about talking this over something sweet..."