#wildrosemonarch

“Keep your movements slow.” He cautioned, gently stroking his wyvern’s neck. Tiamat shifted, looking down at the Princess with bright golden eyes. A precautionary sniff of the unfamiliar woman was taken, but despite the faint ripple of her scales at Hilda’s perfume she showed no inclination to bite.

💚 - Familial relationship/friends who are just like family

Leila looked with rapt attention, singing along to the raucous stage show. In wild costumes and with upbeat music, the Paloom Players enacted an all-singing, all-dancing retelling of the life of a famous historical figure, which bore no resemblance to recorded history whatsoever. 

The outfits were garish and low-grade, the singers were off key a good third of the time, and at least half the performers were drunk or high. The pirate captain could hardly be having a better time if she were on stage herself.

Light engulfs him, spreading out in a barrier of interlocking hexagons. He thinks it feels warm, or perhaps that his mind insists it does simply to try and make sense of the phenomenon. Ricard blinks the afterimages away and sends the Princess a brief nod of his head as thanks. The surprise he felt at first shifts to understanding, then to gratitude, and he turns back to the creature that’s taking up a portion of the audience hall.

Of course Her Highness would seek to expand her knowledge - be it magic or simple war tactics. She had a keen mind, this was just further proof.