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[ MINT CANDY ] - For when your breath isn’t as fresh as newly-fallen snow. "Do you like these?" Altena holds out the mint Sigurd had forced upon her. She hadn't been sure if Nanna was the right person to give it to at first. It had been her mother that turned it into a whole thing earlier after all. But she trusts Nanna. Nanna is, well, a friend. And, right now, when her cheeks are still so flushed from the way her uncle had called her out, Altena needs the comfort of a friend. "My uncle...I just don't like these! People keep giving them to me and I just don't like them!" A moment. "Please don't tell your mother."

Tada! A sweet snack appeared, so delicate and pristine, and not at all passed around like a salacious rumor or a veiled insult! Nanna clasped her hands, laughter already taking off. "Oh, that's perfect then!" Nanna did not necessarily care for the mints themselves, but she cared for the girl giving them away. What on earth could have made her flush such a schoolgirl hue? She hadn't looked like this since Nanna found her dripping from a fountain two years prior. "...Here, let me take it off your hands!"

"Your uncle...?"

Huh? Had Lord Sigurd returned? He had arrived years ago to make Yuletide merry, and disappeared like a specter soon after. "Oh, you know you could just be honest with them! Here, let me just..."

She opened her purse and shook it like an almsgiving basket. Clearing an orchid from one of the pockets, Nanna made an all-too-graceful swap. "See? Is that not easy? If anyone else comes up to you, won't you simply give them to me? It really is no skin off my back..."

Popping a mint into her mouth, she flashed a boyish grin. "Mmm-hm?" (Translated: See?)

A moment.

"Do you like this?"

Please. My Finn mints. Take my Finn mints.

Woah! This girl's coming on way too strong.

"Someone gave me this but I don't want it. I tried giving it to a different person but she didn't want it either. Do you want it?"

Still, she finds herself pulled back to the monastery. She knows Leif is perfectly capable of looking out for himself but she needs to see it for herself to know he's alright. She's sure it's what Arion would do for her if it was easier for him to get to her and she does want to be a sister to Leif.

It is not Leif that she runs into when she first exits the wyvern stables after promising her mount she'll be back with treats soon but his ever loyal knight. She thinks about turning right back around and waiting it out in the stables until after he passes. Their eyes lock. It's too late. She can't escape.

"Oh." It isn't much of a greeting. "You're here now, too." She wonders if he even knew this is where she's been.

((She doesn't know when his birthday is so I'll say happy birthday from me Erica))

Patrols were an essential part of growing familiar with a new place. Their had been a tour during his arrival, but that still left so much of the monastery to familiarize with. His march takes him next where the wyverns are kept, and though the very sound of them makes something in him bristle and reel, he marches on regardless. Best to know, if only to steer clear of the area.

When someone emerges from inside, his eyes flick over out of instinct. He doesn’t expect the eyes he meets to be familiar. He freezes mid stride, much in the way she does. 

“Ah.” His greeting is lacking in turn. “Lady Altena. I was…actually unaware that you had taken up residency here.” He had not kept tabs on her as much as he had her brother. In part due to the distance of where their paths took them, but in part as well because…

She does not carry the Gae Bolg with her right now. He forces his eyes back to her face. “It is…good to see you.”

For all their similarities, Altena sees Minerva differently this evening. Even if they are both dressed in red, both dress to the nines, it suits Minerva more than Altena would ever feel it suited herself. She's beautiful.

She's looking. Shit.

"Oh, Minerva," Altena tries to play it cool, "I didn't know you would be here." She might have been hoping to see her here but she won't admit to that. "You look..." Gorgeous. Stunning. Incredible. "You look nice."

The evening breeze was warmer than Minerva thought and as she tried her best to look for someone something to fill her glass, she suddenly eyed a very familiar face; her long red dress was absolutely stunning and since Minerva observed her figure, her silhouette half-sided, she managed to observe the astounding decoration climbing from her spine –goldenish and regal, perfectly resembling the attitude and beauty of the brunette.

Feeling the embarrass crawling on her cheeks, the Macedon princess immediately shifted her gaze towards the sea, staring at the clam waves crashing into the shore: she desperately wanted to approach, but she could definitely use a glass of wine to break the ice –even though, she knew that the ice was already melted, at this point. Then, she heard a voice. Her voice.

“Oh” she slowly turned and with immense gratitude, she greeted her with a warm smile, “It’s nice to see a familiar face here” she could finally noticed her complete figure, her face elegantly crowned with a splendid hairstyle that suited her greatly and a cute seashell charm completing her outfit. But, something was definitely missing.

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"Oh!" Citrinne withdraws from her own quick sip at Altena's final remark. She was so prepared in remembering the other's name in advance, that she had failed to remember to provide her own!

"Such an insult from my own end...now there is no need to backup your gift with pun! In fact, should I throw in some spare jewelry as proper apology...?"

Your name, Citrinne. She only wants your name.

"I'm Citrinne! A new knight in training that will be working with your...mother."

Nope, it's still weird to speak it aloud. Still, Altena herself does not seem to mind open mention of her familial relation with Ethlyn, so the Brodian plays along.

"And yes, your mother is a lovely woman," Citrinne adds on, holding the milkshake ever so slightly closer to Altena. Partially as apology and partially...she thinks she caught a taste of vegetable in the drink. Gross.

"You two may not share hair color, yet I can see the connection all the same. You two...actually have quite a similar laugh."