Hand-holding 43 for you consideration!
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So I got inspired :3c Commanding Diplomacy, set during that party in Season 2 Cor belongs to @salad-tales
There were a million different customs. A million things expected of her. Then another million for another race. A million more, then another. So much to keep in mind, so much to worry about. Ailbhe hummed softly, a gentle smile upon her features as she adjusted the collar of the dress.
Another party, another thrown by a human. She held a wine glass in one hand, the other moving from the collar to lift a few layers of fabric as she walked. There was a claim against the queen. Completely false, easy to tell it was, but these humans believed so easily.
She mingled with a few of the nobility, smiling and laughing as they did. Then she saw her. A soft excuse, smiling warmly and empty promises, and she slipped away. The glass was handed to a servant, a bow as she approached the beautiful elementalist.
“I would not have expected you here, Commander.” She spoke warmly, playful smile evident even in her voice. Cor’s surprise pulsed, though she returned the smile.
“Well, it seems the Countess wanted my attendance for a ... little something.”
Ailbhe reached, taking Cor’s hand. The gentle green glow brightened, her lips tugged to a smirk. Slowly, she lifted the hand to her lips, pressed a gentle kiss to the soft leaves.
“I’m sure the lilac can solve this. Enjoy yourself, dear Commander. She will call on us if we’re needed.”
