The Knight is being stalked. Apparently. But before the Virtue could react to it, there’s the gentle press of the Fount’s magic before a bundle of flowers were left adoring his helm and pauldrons. A mischievous giggle in his ears, before it faded. // @knowledgedkey
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A moment was all it took for ones guard to be lowered, in such a case as this it was the salt of solidarity being so deep in his head, strategies and plans for the day and more swirling inside. If this was a foe no doubt they'd scold themselves for not staying vigilant and being surprised so easily.
Thankfully, it was not a hostile force that disturbed him.
Rather it was flowers, falling daintily on him and resting there, a flower crown placed on their helmet, along with the familiar laughter that made him turn his head wishing to meet its source only to find it gone as quick as it had come.
Solidarity examines the flowers close, recognizing them as flora commonly found in one specific place, one he'd visit too often.
So it had been the fount all along, but could they be surprised? It was certainly not above such antics despite what the common cookie would believe of the virtue.
A chuckle escapes the commander, muffled by his helmet. Beginning to return to his knights, oh he can only think of how they will react to this.
And he certainly will be thinking of how to return this little surprise
