“ for a moment there, i believed you to be someone else. i take it you don’t miss the armor? ” white lies aside, the tease is obvious & oddly particular : no other soul would resort to a more dramatic entrance after the dusk has settled, as if the timing was entirely deliberate & the surprise planned out a day or two in advance — you couldn’t pay estinien to deal with a crowd, much less those of ishgard. she closes the balcony windows, sparing an extra glance outside for good measure before she conjures up a couple effortless flames from the tips of her fingers to light up the room further. vianne wasn’t expecting guests, but this one is wholly welcome & always has been. gesturing for him to sit, she half mourns the missed opportunity to add to the touch of mischief earlier. any more of this & you’ll drive me into an early grave. “ ale? wine? brandy? pick your poison. ” / @korollin.
