#amiteos

Mulled Wine and Hot Cocoa - They say there’s nothing like sharing a warm drink by the fire the shake off any holiday ennui you might have. So grab a mug and a buddy, and toast to the quiet moments. They sit across from each other at the table, which would usually be far more comfortable than it feels tonight. Elincia's gaze is drawn to the personalities on either side of Micaiah. There's trouble in the air, so heavy it threatens to oppress her senses. She can only imagine how it feels for her friend. Elincia shoots her a sympathetic glance before getting up and walking to the other side of the table. "Care to join me for a glass of mulled wine by the fire? You deserve a moment of peace and quiet." Elincia already has two glasses in hand but she inclined her head to a table at the side of the room. "Or we could go for hot cocoa - as long as I get plenty of whipped cream on mine!”

Micaiah has dined like this before, but only the once after Daein’s celebration of independence; she supposes she is used to the flow of it— the appetizers, the conversations, and perhaps she should be taking notes seeing how well the Chalphys do it and how one day it will be she and their position but right now it is, a bit... well. Her gaze catches Elincia’s for perhaps the fourth time that night and she barely suppress a sigh. It is a bit stifling sitting between two men with over five centuries of history between them, and somehow when the conversation ebbs her going over the royal families of laguz, and their recent changes (while an important habit to upkeep) in her head does not bring her any peace.

Suffice to say when Elincia comes to her side, Micaiah, gazing up at her can imagine how the Queen’s people must see her — gallant and seraphic, an angel of protection who looks down from on-high with caring eyes.

She is also, as ever, Micaiah’s friend.

"Oh look at these bracelets, aren't they darling? And little potion pendants... ah! I want to buy one of everything!"

Another stall, another solemn selection of minutes spent browsing the wares - doubly so, now that Elincia was there to help point even more items out.

"We need to resist." Micaiah laughs, shoulder to shoulder with her and says, lowered, "imagine the looks on our attendants' faces if one of us opened the royal coffers for such a thing."

Taureneo's look of shame was a sobering one and Micaiah can only assume Elincia has someone to look toward in the same manner. Just thinking of it makes Micaiah take her hand off one of the bracelets and look at a smaller chain one, an idea forming.