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And now there was drama…child drama over fashion apparently as Krymsym pretty much threw a fit over what Lhia was wearing. Though she did raise an eyebrow over her self description category. He quietly watched the exchange, probably more from mild shock over the explosion like tantrum, and then blink as Lhia came back out in something she certinally wouldn’t pick out for herself. In fact it made him flush a little.

She was wearing a green filmy material that barely kept her modest and covered in the public appropriate places, as was the way with what most obsidians, and a few more flaunting surface elves, wore. It split straight down the front, save for the gathering of cloth in the front at her hip line accented with an emerald in a gold setting that looked like a dragon was holding onto it. From there it was left to flow and split as much as it wanted to past her ankles so it trailed the floor a little. It was sleeveless and the neckline rose up to clasp around her neck in collar like fashion, secured with the same gem holding dragon, save smaller. When she obligatory spun, it showed that her back was bare right down to the small of her back.

Oh yes he was indeed flushing with a little boyish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he more or less stared at her. That and he was speechless. Broog broke his silence though and he flushed a little deeper as he pointed out the obvious and Tyyrael rubbed at the back of his neck trying to soothe the sudden heat some. “Yes Broog. That would be the word.”

And bad to worse happened. Giving a sigh he got himself up and turned a look to the ogre. "Broog, watch them for me." Following after Lhia and making plans in his head on how exactly to soothe her since she was obviously so upset. Coming up behind her he laced his arms around her waist and pulled her back up against him, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Come now, don't be upset."

He was finding himself more and more confused by her behavior when it came to her looks. She never used to be like this and they had known each other for over a millenium now. "Why do you think she made a fool out of you?" Lhia didn't trust words over actions but sometime words were indeed needed before the actions.

Turning her around he took her fist away from her face, pressing a light kiss to her hand before just holding onto it and watching her as she processed everything. "I don't think you look awful...and I think that you did outshine her. Maybe it's just me...but seeing a child dressed in such fashion and thinking it looks anything but awful on her wouldn't make me a very good person. She's a cute little girl yes, but only when dressed for her age. Sea elf children wear more than she does and they hate clothes."

Brushing a thumb over her cheeks lightly and tilting her head up some so she would look at him. "Come now, I haven't felt my blood heat like that...well ever." Chuckling lightly more about himself than anything. "There's no need to be upset about it all. Krymsyn just thinks that she knows what she's doing and how to win."

Yup, this was going to have to be done the hands on way wasn't it? Walking over to stand behind her and watch her in the mirror as she watched herself a moment before placing his hands on her hips. "Oh, so you're phsyic now? I didn't know you possesed that talent. That you can peer into my and tell me what I think about this dress."

Sliding his hands up her sides before back down and rounding them over her hips before letting his finger tips trace the edges of her dress. "What I think about here where it drops from your throat, leaving nothing to the imagination as it travels down your curves." More or less letting his hands and a mirror do the talking for him as she was watching.

"How it gathers right here," tapping the dragon clasp at her hips and giving a chuckle, "And so very poetic like a dragon guards some of the greatest treasures that is know to mortal men." Letting his fingers trail the dress edging again before letting a hand smooth over her thigh as he brushed the fabric back some. "How it offers no sense of protection yet speaks all of its own, brining perhaps an even better power."

Letting his hands come back up over her hips to the small of her back and brushing his hands up her spine lightly. "A dress made for someone who knows who she is and what she can do." Resting his hands on her shoulders again lightly.

Since when was she one to have body images? Of course no one held up as they always had when they were young, even elves. Especially ones like that that beat their bodies to the brink in duty and service. However he took a step back from her like she had just slapped him across the face, frowning lightly at her words.

Opening his mouth to say something he stopped an rubbed at the back of his neck like he usually did when he was feeling stressed. "And you don't believe you're that someone at all. Me around or not." He turned his back on her a moment and paced a few steps back and forth. "What's gotten into you? You were never like this."

"Save my words have little weight with you." And now he was just confused. "What in the name of the Pantheon are you even talking about Lhia? What's changed?" Confused indeed was the best way he could describe things right now.

Broog plopped down in front of the two kids, and watched them like he was told to...just basically staring at them both. looking back and forth between them not saying or doing much of anything else. not liek they had anything to really talk about, anyway.