stop that

“Your new best friend. That bitch Falan says I’m supposed to keep an eye on you so no one tries to squish you like a bug.”

e.e stop that

@haemaatic

Shirah knew, when her old friend had first extended his invitation, that her stay in the palace would be interesting. All Sinbad had said was that she was supposed to help one of his subordinates learn to dance, as a matter of stress relief since it seemed that they were working themselves too hard.

Shirah had noticed that Sinbad had made an effort to use gender-neutral pronouns, when talking about the person, and she wondered just who it was she was suppose to be teaching.

It didn’t take her life magic to know that Sinbad was being evasive. However, she really did want to know who it was.

@haemaatic

Shirah looked up at the one who approached her, cheeks flushed pink from the wind and embarrassment at being caught alone. She’d written a note, just in case someone came across her, and handed it to the other.

‘I’m sorry, I was told I could be here. Is there a problem?’

“I see that you’re the only emissary in Sindria that Sinbad trusts to send.” His most loyal and shrewd, the advisor-general-confidant whose loyalties wouldn’t waver in victory and defeat--it was a wise decision on Sinbad’s end. 

‘Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer,’ was it?