[ such decadence is not against beato's wishes. this place, with the food and such genuine regard for her, feeds her ego nicely. still, despite the feast, she finds herself catching sight of another blonde girl. ]

Hoh... I see. So even someone like yourself has been called to this place, ...Lady Lambdadelta.

[ her arms had been folded, but as she approaches lambda, who floats so high above her at the moment, beatrice unlaces her arms. out of respect for lambda, perhaps. they fall to her sides, the fabric of her dress swaying with the movement. the decorations in lambda's hands had reminded her of... her highness, they had. as such, beato had to see with her own two eyes who was hanging them up. after all, they stuck out so roughly, like a sore thumb, against the dreary scenery. the two of them, perhaps, looked just as misplaced as the pink fabric lambda had hung about as she pleased. how very much like her. ]

What a lovely color choice.