[And as Feferi passes by the open door of Room 1-09, the resident who has occupied it the longest gets a flashback to something she never thought she would see again.
Or, rather, someone.
In the grand scheme of things, her stay with Her Imperious Condescension had been short, but the woman certainly left an impression. Tall, imposing, and with far more hair than seemed physically possible to carry, Zelda's memories of her former roommate are fraught with a kind of wariness few others inspired in her. But this isn't the Condesce. This isn't a genocidal, black suited tyrant. This is Feferi, and while the sudden reminder of the similarities in appearance between ancestor and descendant does scare her a bit, she's more concerned than anything else.]
Feferi...?
[She tries, tentatively, as she peeks out of her dorm room. Please don't be under the Tower's thrall...]
Dorms
Or, rather, someone.
In the grand scheme of things, her stay with Her Imperious Condescension had been short, but the woman certainly left an impression. Tall, imposing, and with far more hair than seemed physically possible to carry, Zelda's memories of her former roommate are fraught with a kind of wariness few others inspired in her. But this isn't the Condesce. This isn't a genocidal, black suited tyrant. This is Feferi, and while the sudden reminder of the similarities in appearance between ancestor and descendant does scare her a bit, she's more concerned than anything else.]
Feferi...?
[She tries, tentatively, as she peeks out of her dorm room. Please don't be under the Tower's thrall...]