“Can you clear your plans for Christmas Eve?”

There was an internal voice inside the young apothecary that squealed with delight at Lutz’s words, though it was quickly calmed down. Sure, she’s certainly ecstatic that the wyvern rider went out of his way to ask her (how gentleman-like, she noted in her head), she shouldn’t let her emotions get the better of her! 

Midoriko turns around at the last syllable of Lutz’s words, and defaults to her regular pose– with her hands on top of each other in front of her, as neatly and proper as possible. There’s a smile on her face that reflects in her eyes before she gently closes them. 

As much as she considered talking about how Lutz should have been more subtle about asking her to clear her plans for Christmas Eve to fit the sappy romantic steps, she decided to let it go. Sometimes she just can’t project her own ideals on people, and that’s alright. Well, it won’t stop her from doing it, but hey, sometimes she has to establish some restraint on her projection so that she wouldn’t come off as rude.

After all, this kind of way is... well, his own unique  way-- and it had it’s own quality that’s exclusive to him. For some reason, it kind of made her happier upon thinking about it. 

How peculiar.

{🍂}“Why hello, Lutz! Something really great, huh?” 

She repeated in a cheerful, yet curious manner. 

► ¿ ◄  The young boy often found himself in the armory where the weapons were kept never to me touched or used again, for it held his father's sword sitting sheathed with dust gathering over its hilt waiting to be picked up again. Yet, Siegbert was by far too young to wield such a mighty blade given how it towered over him in height and the sword did not yet deem him worthy,  yet that didn't seem to matter as the young boy pulled the sword from its rack nearly falling over with it in his grasp. While the hilt did not burn him like it would have done to a man who was not its master, the sword refused to leave its sheath showing just how unaccepting it was of Nohr's heir. 

     How long had she spent wandering through the      castle courtyard that day? Ophelia had lost track      of the time, caught up in books about the care of      dragons and other such creatures... But soon      enough she found herself standing before one      of the smaller wyverns in their ranks, blinking as      she took a moment to recognize which one it was.

The prince hummed to himself as he continued mending the holes in his garment. The last battle had been something else, that was for certain. He found that these blemishes were a bit more than his usual sewing needle could handle, and perhaps it would be best just to make a new one entirely. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Silver eyes looked up and met with those of the other male.