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"Oh!" Citrinne withdraws from her own quick sip at Altena's final remark. She was so prepared in remembering the other's name in advance, that she had failed to remember to provide her own!

"Such an insult from my own end...now there is no need to backup your gift with pun! In fact, should I throw in some spare jewelry as proper apology...?"

Your name, Citrinne. She only wants your name.

"I'm Citrinne! A new knight in training that will be working with your...mother."

Nope, it's still weird to speak it aloud. Still, Altena herself does not seem to mind open mention of her familial relation with Ethlyn, so the Brodian plays along.

"And yes, your mother is a lovely woman," Citrinne adds on, holding the milkshake ever so slightly closer to Altena. Partially as apology and partially...she thinks she caught a taste of vegetable in the drink. Gross.

"You two may not share hair color, yet I can see the connection all the same. You two...actually have quite a similar laugh."

Citrinne lays one hand on her chest, near the heart that the bishop aimed for as their final hurrah. She can feel it continue to pulse, so she can only nod her head in response to Mitama's concerns.

"I am alright, thank you. Under regular circumstance, I utilize magic for combat myself. The force of a spell in retaliation is not unfamiliar to me. Though today must be an exception."

Yes, an exception. Citrinne still underestimates how long it has been since her last true battle. A year may be little time for some, but to her it has been over 365 days since she had to be in top fighting shape. Time has proven to make her fumble on the defensive end of things. Future rounds will determine if her offense is just as rusty.

"The Church? This is not the first time you have spoken lowly of them," Citrinne faintly recalls that from her first encounter with Mitama, and how her early statements made the knight question her early allegiance. "I do swear that I held a thunder tome upon entry. Could it have been stripped from my person between then and now?"

"...no, I simply must have misplaced it. Forgive my ramblings."

Citrinne collects the man's own black feather. She knows well that the accessories are meant to remain attached to their brooches, but she almost wants to rip it off and fasten it next to her own feather of opposite color. Ah well...though the thought sparks exciting ball dresses for future occasions.

"Now that you mention it, I'm curious too...are they not related to this land's faith?" Citrinne takes the invitation of small talk, curious of the other potential decorations. Only time would tell what they are, and she is certain she will find all of them. This is only further incentive to work hard and branch out tonight!

"A pleasure to meet you, Hugh!" Citrinne starts to reach out a hand in greeting, though she retains a small smile in contrast to his wider grin. "You may call me Ci- Oh my!"

The noble cuts herself off, the promise of "fun food" from Hugh perhaps tainting her priorities when she spots a dwindling number of crumble cake slices behind her new acquaintance. She cannot let an old, reliable dish go to waste!

"I...must go for now. But I hope we meet again, Hugh! Perhaps even later tonight!" Citrinne calls back toward him, already on her way to the distant table.

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