The cathedral at Gareg Mach is a marvel to behold. Even if Ethlyn knows nothing of the Fodlan religion, she still feels a sense of piety upon entering it.
At this particular time of day, it's all but empty and her boots echo loudly against the cold, stone floor until she comes to a halt. Of course she runs into him here of all places. The same place her brother had first come across the Duke of Velthomer in this strange land. As soon as he turns around and she sees his face, all restraint that she so loves to lord over Sigurd with is thrown to the wind. Ethlyn marches up to Arvis, grabs him by the collar, and pulls his face closer to her level.
"Whatever vendetta you have against my brother ends now. He is not alone and we stand strong together. Do not underestimate House Chalphy," she practically hisses before letting her grip on him go.
What was it about this family and their penchant for finding him minding his damn business and mussing up his collar!? First Sigurd, then his son, and now his blasted sister. If she had not released her cretinous mitts from him so quickly, he would have shoved her off himself.
He didn't even know who the woman was before her assertion of kinship to House Chalphy. Tch, she certainly acted the part.
With a forceful hand he straightens his collar and brushes himself down.
"My 'vendetta' with Sigurd stands only as far as he chooses to let it. You'd be better off telling him to end it;" He looms closer, gaze burning and threat barely whispered.
"for he is nothing but a tooth ache to me."
Slender fingers move to pluck a stray hair from her head, presenting it as one final insult.
"I'd tell you to teach him respect while you're at it, but it seems it's not taught to Baldr's heirs."
He blows the pink strand into her face before departing.
