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❝With the magic of positivity, anything can happen!❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#30b818 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #d1ca00】
|| Girl Inside || Mika Kobayashi ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#30b818 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #d1ca00】
|| Girl Inside || Mika Kobayashi ||
As the dancing begun, King Azel left his seat to go and mingle with the other leaders of military affairs. They were all war buddies, graduating from the same academy together so it made sense they would want to take the time to socialize with one another. Queen Narina did not leave her seat and simply watched over the proceedings with eyes as sharp as a hawk. Narisia and Semyon danced, the Tartarian Prince being of pale skin and white hair, typical for most Tartarians who hailed from the desert north of Ashia. Cress suddenly had the idea of wanting to talk to Princess Narisia, exchanging pleasantries. It was a good idea, Aya figured. "We are old friends, so I guess we could." The three of them always used to be together, Aine, Itward, and Narisia. It wouldn't be seen as odd at all.
Prince Semyon left Narisia's side but Itward Cherubim was quick to take his place. "It's been quite a long time." He said, his red hair well groomed, his towering height far above Narisia's own average peak. "Yes, it has. I suppose you want to dance." The crowd parted slightly to allow the old friends their moment, while Aya and Cress mingled in the crowd close by, waiting for their chance to leap in. Narisia and Itward were whispering about something or other as they danced but Aya wasn't close enough to be able to catch any of it. She did see Itward looking over at her so Aya made sure to smile and wave at him, doing a little curtsy with the hem of her dress. For a Rubble to get to see such wonderful sights as this was truly incredible. Most Rubbles would never get to eat the creamy bread puff in their entire lives.
Finally Cress found her opening once Itward parted ways with Narisia. The ice storm princess looked at her, her face unchanging, her poise, elegant. Cress called Narisia by the name she called her cousin. Was it true? Aya wasn't sure. "Aine Dorones, is it? You look as if you've barely grown." Narisia's tone cut through Cress's words completely. "I wasn't even sure if you were still alive after what happened." Aya blinked, trying not to be surprised by the sudden change of pace. "Well, I'm here now. I missed you, Nee." She wasn't sure what happened, but hopefully the act would work. "I suggest you take your servant to a doctor." Narisia's voice was merciless. "She must have hit her head and is delusional."
Delusional? Narisia was refusing to even give Cress a second glance. "Maybe you could try talking to her?" Aya suggested, not wanting Cress to be ignored like this so easily. "What for? She's just a lowly servant. You should take her back to wherever she came from." The ice princess said without missing a beat. "She doesn't belong here. She should give up and go home." Aya gulped, frowning. She didn't want this to become an incident. "I like my servant the way she is." The squid kept her voice pleasant. "Shall we have a dance for old time's sake?" Narisia looked at her hand and sighed, deciding to take it. "Shiro, you can -" Suddenly someone else grabbed Cress's hand. It was the fanged knight from earlier, Heron Cherubim. "If you don't want to talk to such a cute girl, I could take her off your hands." Heron grinned, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Go ahead." Narisia's tone was indifferent, oddly stiff. "It makes no difference to me." The fanged knight did a bow, her grip strong on Cress's own hand.