#farfromcommon

The evening was almost come to an end, but among the many pretty and unfamiliar faces, one definitely stood for her beauty and delicacy.

“Miss L’Arachel!” she chirpily said as she swiftly walked her way, admiring the beautiful suite she chose for the ball, “My gosh, you look so stunning, I truly love your outfit!” she giggled as she always found herself complimenting other with a nonchalant that wasn’t accustomed to her at all. to light up the little tenson she always felt whenever she overwhelmed people with compliments that she thought it might be too much, she spotted a fresh carbonated drink finely decorated with a slice of tropical fruit.

“Here, let’s have something refreshing after this long evening!” she picked two glasses and kindly offered one of them to L’Arachel, accompanying it with a radiant smile. “Have you enjoined the ball?”

"Ephraim, my dearest pal! Shall we commemorate this lovely ball with a photograph together?" She asks, a pleading look on her face to goad him into the photo.

Little does he know she plans to play a brilliant tactical joke; once they are taking the photo, she shall shape her fingers into horns and position them right behind his head!

L'Arachel is so sincere with her request that he would find it hard to deny her even if he had been of a mind to. After he agrees, the two pose in front of the attendant holding the photo-artifex, but just as they raise the device he feels L'Arachel moving beside him.

The flash goes off and Ephraim blinks away the spots that form in his sight. It had been no different when he did this earlier with Eirika and Lyon.

He checks on L'Arachel, who looks much too pleased with herself, but his attention is drawn when the attendant hands them their pictures.

"I should have known you were up to something." He laughs. In the picture, L'Arachel is posed behind him with two fingers above his head as if to give him horns of some sort.

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"Oh-hohohohoho!"

The princess's laugh echoed through the dimly-lit halls. The knight at her feet did not share her mirth; Dame Serene could only manage a grimace in response. This was to be her captor? It was an alleged friendly exchange of knights between kingdoms, yet she knew in her heart what she truly was: a hostage. A great general of her home, brought low before a haughty princess as naught but a servant. Should any hostilities between their nations occur, she knew what her fate would be.

"Come, now," Princess Rachel insisted, "surely you can muster a smile for one as radiant as I!"

From her throne, Rachel could just barely hook the toe of her boot underneath Dame Serene's chin, forcing the knight to look up at her. Serene could not contain her scowl, and her frustration only deepened with what she saw. Loathe as she was to be in this position, she could not deny the princess's immense beauty; "radiant" may indeed have been the most apt descriptor, though such a word would never leave Serene's lips.

"I will only smile for my own liege," came her rebuttal, her words barbed with anger she cared not to camouflage. It seemed this only entertained her captor; the smile on Rachel's face grew ever broader with each word Serene spoke. It would be wise, she thought, to keep her speech to a minimum to deny Rachel that satisfaction.

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[ TXT ] : Are you interested in some brunch together? (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

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[ TXT ] : i was thinking about you!

[ TXT ] : let me dress up, I'll be ready in a minute!!

[ TXT ] : let's eat together

“Eirika! My word, are you quite alright? Whatever happened out there? One moment I see you fight, then my attention turns elsewhere for naught a few moments and suddenly there is a grand fire!” She takes Eirika’s hands in her own; she would embrace her friend readily in most other situations, but she does not wish to exacerbate any potential injuries.

“Do you require any healing? You ought know quite well by now mine is like none other!” She does not wait for an answer before she starts readying a healing spell, though she waits for approval before she casts it.

Mayhaps she ought to thank Fiora whenever she finds the lady again, for potentially sparing her the participation in such an out of control situation.

"Oh, L'Arachel! I am so glad to see a friendly face." She wounds her hands through hers, grateful for her support. "It was horrible. Those mages caught fire everywhere. It was all Sir Finn and I could do to clear the field and escape."

Her clothes are scorched and will need to be replaced but more than that her flesh is still tender and burns. She must look quite the sight to her friend.

At L'Arachel's offer, Eirika breathes a sigh of relief. "I would be grateful for your assistance. This was my first time participating in this mock battle but I did not expect it to be so fierce. How did you fare?"

Well that was a most unpleasant affair! L’Arachel is brilliant at fighting various monsters, beasts, and whatever else you name, but even she shall struggle when she gets the wrong intel! Five wolf-like fire beasties are quite different to two sluggish, bovine-like fire beasties.

Making a mental note to gift the person who gave her the information a proper pair of glasses, she turns her direction towards her companion. Both of them have been quite roughed up, but L’Arachel knows she can handle it with the splendor with which she usually does. As such, she retrieves some of the medical supplies she had taken with her, tending to a gash on her leg caused by a sneak attack from one of the cowardly pups.

“I feel doubly fortunate I have had you with me here! Not only has it made the fight quite a lot easier, but if I were on my lonesome, people might think I was exaggerating the fight!” She lets out a boisterous laugh.

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"phew...." edain lets out a sigh of relief, hand held to her chest as she finally lets herself relax. information for these kinds of missions were not always correct or reliable this she already knew, but it was frustrating to be taken off guard like this.

these are the kinds of moments she's glad she decided to protect others not just by healing but through offense as well. "i would say it was because of both of us that we came through. we covered each other's weaknesses, no?" edain smiles softly at l'arachel's boisterous attitude as she sits down, pulling the length of her dress up to reveal her ankle for the woman to tend to.

Holding a fake sword, she looks at her sparing partner with a smirk, even though, internally, she feels like she is about to take part in a losing battle. “Just because I am not skilled with the sword, does not mean you should underestimate me, my dear friend! I am quite the quick learner; I am certain that by the end of this I will have put up quite the fight!” She takes a swing with the fake sword, cutting through the air and immediately having it slip out of her hands and onto the ground.

Giving Yuzu a sheepish grin, she readies herself once more.

Most middling duelists would look at their opponent fumbling their weapon and immediately scoff or meet L’Arachel’s awkward smile with a demeaning one of their own. But Yuzu is far from middling, and stares back at the noble’s whiff with a stern neutral expression. No smile in return, but rather heartfelt respect at her foe’s resolve.

“Fie, my friend. I never dare to employ restraint in the presence of my most favored weapon,” Yuzu patiently remarks. She draws her own bright-blue sword (...is it meant to represent an iced treat??) forward in preparation. “I would be nothing greater than satisfied seeing you put up the fight…against this!”

In demonstration, the samurai pivots her grip to a single-handed one to perform a straightforward pierce toward the princess’s side. Her form is focused, the weapon flying perfectly forward without wavering in the air. It flies, soars, until…

Squeak! Squ-Squ-Squeak!

The initial impact pokes at L’Arachel’s left arm only to have a greater verbal impact compared to any physical one. The following squeaks are far from intentional, only happening as Yuzu accidentally bends her wrist and drops her own sword due to…a short fit of laughter.

“Hehehehe…! Ah. We both appeared to have faltered,” she eventually calms herself, though there is no sense of shame within her voice from failing. She instead recollects the refreshing sword and takes a pace back. “Our first scuffle is a draw. Let us engage once more.”