Badb simply nodded at him, she felt no need to bother him and knew that it would’ve been more then inappropriate to do so. Her blue eyes blinked at the tea and she bit back a sigh as she walked over to the table and began to take the dishes into her trembling hands. When the wizard made a comment about Stan she looked up at him with careful eyes. He couldn’t have known about what Stan had said of course—or at least that’s what she wanted to think.
His comment made her wonder quietly if perhaps Stan’s strongly fevered demand was not purely his own but also Julian’s as well. As far as she was concerned she hadn’t done anything to warrant the hostilities of either man. Her thoughts idly went to Kindle and figured that something of the day’s events had most certainly made her reputation seem much more exciting then it was and therefore it would only make sense that she was to not touch. The curly haired woman made another mental note to keep her distance—she would give no man or woman in the court any reason to fear for her being around—unless it was fear for their life.
After taking the dishes in her hand she gave the Lord of Irisepensh a simple curtsy and said, a bit bitterly, “As you wish.” Forcing the Elvish out of her lips empathically. She turned abruptly and headed out the door to take care of that in which he demanded.
She did not arrive at Stan’s room right away; instead she fiddled with the dishes in the kitchen, not allowing any of the other servants take them from her to wash. After what felt like an obscene amount of time to be mucking around (though it was by no means obscene or long at all) the human woman trudged up the stairs to the young apprentice’s room. She knocked on it with great caution and prayed to the gods in which she didn’t believe that he would not be in his room.
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Violete wasn't sure how to direct the conversation between herself and Snow so kept silent for the most part. When her lady and herself were addressed by the young man (who her eye’s had sought out before) she nearly jumped. The young princess hadn’t expected him to address them, it hadn’t seemed proper, but she simply ignored the queerness of it. Violete opened her mouth to speak and then shut it as Snow spoke between them.
Princess Violete was taken aback by Snow’s sudden forwardness. “Yes, I do have my map my dear.” The dark haired woman said with stiffness—it hadn’t surprised her that the woman was so eager to leave her. Princess Violete was eager to be out of her fiancé’s presence as well but she hadn’t expected it to be so abrupt.
With confused eyes she blinked rapidly as the Lady vanished around the corner, leaving her in the hall with but her map and the echoing of almost silent footsteps. She looked back at the young man who was standing carefully on the edge of the wall. She smiled at him shyly; it was not her place to show anyone around. She was a princess and therefore everyone was to cater to her, even little lords like the one in front of her.
But something made her decide to ignore her place, if only for the moment. She knew that it would be best not to go about with someone whom she felt strongly for simply by a glance but chose that this was another thing that needed to be ignored. Looking at Royale she said, softly, “I’m afraid I’m also quite new and not much good with maps so if you could help me, I would be more then happy to help you.”
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The Queen only grinned at the ginger princess as she presented her answer. “What a smart lady you are my dear.” She patted the young elf’s check condescendingly. “After all, your husband hasn’t even been dead a year.” Her eyes looked back to Aneira’ dress, the smile still plain on her lips. “Though it does seem your mourning is done and a woman like you should not be widowed so young.”
“Don’t you agree, my dear?”
