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01-21-2016, 04:17 AM
Tembovu
His attention, as always, swept to his Queen the moment she arrived in her winter splendor. His ears perked and head cocked in confusion at the sudden irritation in her face as he spoke to the fairy-winged man. What had his volatile Queen upset, now? He attempted to catch her sapphire eyes with his own, questioning gaze, but she resolutely focused on the new man— not himself.
He cannot help the lopsided smile as she introduced herself has his ‘better half.’ Feisty today, are we, my Queen? His attendant is brought back to the giggle and fluttering wings of the pale man. “Oh, you flatterer, you!” He grinned outright, “I do what I can,” and a chuckle followed his amused words.
His gaze shifts to Rohan, as his masculine voice mentioned the variety of ranks within the Edge. And he cannot help but echo the amused smile upon the antlered’s face— for it was plain that the Sergeant could not see such an effeminate man upon the battlefield. And the man (yet unnamed), saw it as well— retorting and winking in kind. The King surpassed an outright laugh, eyes glittering in mirth, at the flirting with his Sergeant.
He watched the roll of eyes of Quentin, and resulting grin after Elsa corrected herself from his ‘better half.’ This fairy-winged man was going to be quite the entertaining addition to their herd, to be certain. This was cemented as he narrowed flashing eyes and sassy words towards his Queen while answering his question.
Feeling the masculine urge to intervene in what appeared to be the beginnings of a saucy and cheeky face-off, he quickly spoke, “Our glass crafters are few and far between, so we will be happy to have you among their ranks. Our Glazier, head crafter, is Anzanie. You will want to find and assist her to learn the ways of our Lady Moon’s glass.” He almost held his breath, hoping that his words were enough to mitigate any of Elsa’s retort.
He cannot help the lopsided smile as she introduced herself has his ‘better half.’ Feisty today, are we, my Queen? His attendant is brought back to the giggle and fluttering wings of the pale man. “Oh, you flatterer, you!” He grinned outright, “I do what I can,” and a chuckle followed his amused words.
His gaze shifts to Rohan, as his masculine voice mentioned the variety of ranks within the Edge. And he cannot help but echo the amused smile upon the antlered’s face— for it was plain that the Sergeant could not see such an effeminate man upon the battlefield. And the man (yet unnamed), saw it as well— retorting and winking in kind. The King surpassed an outright laugh, eyes glittering in mirth, at the flirting with his Sergeant.
He watched the roll of eyes of Quentin, and resulting grin after Elsa corrected herself from his ‘better half.’ This fairy-winged man was going to be quite the entertaining addition to their herd, to be certain. This was cemented as he narrowed flashing eyes and sassy words towards his Queen while answering his question.
Feeling the masculine urge to intervene in what appeared to be the beginnings of a saucy and cheeky face-off, he quickly spoke, “Our glass crafters are few and far between, so we will be happy to have you among their ranks. Our Glazier, head crafter, is Anzanie. You will want to find and assist her to learn the ways of our Lady Moon’s glass.” He almost held his breath, hoping that his words were enough to mitigate any of Elsa’s retort.
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