#eauregina

[focalors voice] oh my dearest furina, small you are, but in height alone. have you already spent all of that mora you've saved up from your performances over the centuries?

My beautiful girlfriend @eauregina was staring at a sweet flower on the grass so I told her she could take it and then I proceed to drop a smooth bar.

Neuvillette takes a moment to look away from his case files, attention ensnared by his pacing archon who's walking from one side of his office to the other. She almost seems... restless? She's been this way since she has returned from the opera house. Neuvillette places his quill down, now pondering if something worrisome has happened there and she had yet to tell him. "Lady Furina, is something the matter?"

He huffs at her accusation and stares her down with a much more pointed look. Is this really... Focalors? The one who has been sending him letters all of this time? Wanting him to come into the court of Fontaine?

"... You," he begins with a flat tone, a small frown denting his unkept features, the robe circling his towering form the only layer of clothing he had on. "Small." She's small. The dragon was expecting someone... taller, perhaps?