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Mako-infused hues focused onto the girl, glowing with a certain shade of both blue and green.

Whatever she had left within her, whatever reasoning that remained prevalent and kept her feet sewn to the ground — it must have had something to do with her alliance of Cinder. The White Fang meant nothing, but Cinder — she was a different story.

Now this intrigued him. He could feel her frustration reaching new heights every second, which naturally only gave him the impulse to keep digging until that frustration exploded into pure rage, and as much as he'd love to see her ice-cold demeanor break out into white-hot anger, he decided he'd rather not catch the flack from Cinder later.

With a swift pull, he'd bring his cane back from her hand to underneath his own chin, green hues looking at her, reflecting the pleasure he took in her dismay.<small

Her bluntness was purposeful — it gave way into her irritation that lingered, beginning to bubble up to the surface if it hadn’t made itself known already. He was wasting her time, and there were a thousand other things that she could be doing. 

"See? Was that so hard? I take it you already know who I am, so I won't bother with the formalities."

Truth be told, the redhead had long since picked up on her irritation. He simply lacked the desire to care about whether or not he was wasting her time. Her frustration was to his amusement, and he didn't exactly have any plans on stopping anytime soon.

With the bottom of his cane now gently pressed against the bottom side of her chin, his green hues looked directly into hers.

  "Thank you very much, Flynn!" Camellia nodded cheerily in reply, assured to know that there was a local of the area they could depend on in the event that something were to happen. The man carried himself with such a noble, yet humble air, that it was difficult to find either doubt or fault in his words - the sort of knightly individual that the pinkette’s best friend aspired to be, she thought. Next time, I must ask Fennel to come with me! "It is a pleasure to meet you as well. My name is Camellia, and—" indicating the man beside her, "—this is—"

"Zephyrus," The escort cut in, surprising the princess and baffling her more so as he accepted the hand extended to him. Make no mistake, of course - this was simply a gesture of tactical formality and nothing more. Only an ignorant fool would choose to aggravate the force(s) of authority while in a foreign land without justification, and his wish was to get through at least one day without such bothersome trivialities. The red-eyed bodyguard wasn’t about to let himself act in a manner that only drew unneeded trouble toward him.

Azure hues focused onto the dark haired male as their hands came into contact, squeezing with a good deal of force, but while still making sure to keep the force around the level that Flynn himself would still consider it to be formal and most certainly not personal. Taking into account the added pressure from his armor.

After a few shakes, Flynn pulled his hand back and brought it to rest at his side. Looking over the two of them once more, Flynn felt a certain click in his head. These two seemed to match a very similar feeling he was once given - two people who were very special to him. Once it all seemed to click, Flynn attempted to change his demeanor and allow them to continue on.

"No worries-- You two are very much so welcome. I hope you both enjoy the festival."