#exultatione

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      Yet there exists an air of familiarity around the woman... In truth he likes to think himself not so easily drawn by mere appearances but what was he to do when the grace with which she walks, such a manner and stature reminded him of someone he's known for most of his life? But the mask her countenance bears would simply obstruct the fragments of memory that he holds of her, when he endeavours to determine why he could not help but find her as such. He would only pray to the gods she does not take his continued sight of her the wrong way, for what was but a mere glance had remained upon the woman for longer than what was intentional. 

For the second time tonight, Sinbad sees a woman with hair of spun silk and wonders if she is not just royalty, but a familiar face. It hasn't been quite so long since he's seen the woman he has in mind this time  - a fact which grants him confidence when it comes to identifying her. What few reservations he has all but evaporate when she turns her head, granting him a clear view of her profile. There is no doubt then that she is Lady Emmeryn, exalt of the halidom of Ylisse.

His feet seem to move on his own, though he would have approached her regardless had they not. “Emmeryn," Her name falls lightly from his lips, like a flower petal to the ground below. It is as soft and as confident as the rest of his words, though somehow a little sweeter. “As always, you look exquisite. If I may... Would you do me the honor of speaking with me while we dance?"

　　Sinbad will be the first to admit that it has been some time since they've seen each other, but that hardly means she's been forgotten. On the contrary - he has at least had her in his mind at Christmas. “Lady Emmeryn," he says softly, handing her a small, delicately-wrapped box. “You are a strong and lovely woman; I could only hope that this gift could capture a small fragment of your beauty." Inside the box is a small hair accessory blown from glass--undoubtedly fragile, but so many beautiful things are.

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OMG MARIBELLE IS LIKE MY FAVE LADY OUT OF MY FAVE LADIES — besides emm

even with the fear of death lurking in the back of her mind, she wastes no time ushering the crowd to safer spaces. war and strife are still scattered across the sectors, and with a sector almost torn to ruin so close to hers, her duty as part of the militia remains strong, even if its allegiance is to the twisted cause of nameless scientists.

no. that`s wrong. there are still humans here, defenseless humans with no weapons to protect themselves. her duty still lies with humanity, and a vast majority of citizens are exactly that. so when she sees the woman king in her regal glory, dressed in silk robes and armed with nothing she can see as a weapon, petra is quick to usher her to safety.