#ncstrond

How humiliating. Though, she supposed it was better than being dead. In fact, Etna found it strange that the Nohrian King had spared her life for he was far from merciful. She had expected being a Prisoner would involve being locked away in a cell for the rest of her life and even tortured. It was hard not to think up some tragedies when dealing with someone like King Goran. 

The maid dress she was forced to wear, under the careful and ever - watchful eye of Nohrian soldiers, was far more comfortable than the heavy armor the Hoshido prisoner often adorned: but it was most definitely far from her comfort zone. 

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, emerald hues flitted forward when Felicia jabbed her side with an elbow, whispering for her to bow her head. Doing as told, she peeked up behind chocolate strands.

          Two digits gently pinched at the stem of the apple -- dangling it before the taller being’s eyes. Making eye contact and narrowing their eyes just slightly at them, Thalas was frowning a bit in attempts to read into their thoughts. 

      As if Batiste could ever deny hugs to any of the three, least of all Ulf, who was taller and broader than his siblings. Tall enough for Batiste to completely wrap themself around and broad enough to still be comfortable, like curling around a giant, warm pillow but all the more lovely. Ulf has a peculiar scent - Batiste lacks a descriptor for it other than ‘Ulf!’ but they like it all the same.