👓 "My lady, what an, ah, interesting mask you have chosen for tonight. What made you choose such a disguise? And if it is not impudent, may I ask you to remove it that I can gaze upon your true face?"
The green haired woman leaned back, a truly predator like grin flashing across her face as she peers downwards at her blue haired compatriot. “Wonderful, isn’t it?” She asks, one hand coming to rest upon the other as she tilts her head to the right and clicks her tongue. “A little gaudy, I will admit, and not entirely practical when it comes to hiding your identity.” She remarks, her hands drifting down to her hips as she leans in towards Lucina, breaching the (far, far) younger woman’s personal space with little mercy.“Admittedly, it is a little impudent. Do you not realize who I am?” She asks, her voice losing much of its dreamy sing-song charm as green eyes twinkle behind the mask. “It is I, the Hero King Marth!” She suddenly declares sharply, leaning back and flourishing a hand above Lucina’s head, beatifically striking a heroic pose. “I would think that one who wished to take on my name would be more perceptive…” She continues, her voice taking on a deeper tone, gravely and a very crude approximate of what Marth’s voice may have once been.Maybe.But then, one cannot help but feel an atmosphere of intensity about the woman. Maybe there IS something there.
The dragon stepped back slightly, feeling their face warm up quite a bit. “Gaudy? What do you mean…ah, well, you’re hardly the first to tell me my fashion sense could use work.” They smiled sheepishly.
One who wished to take on my name? Not only did they recognize Lucina, but they knew of what they had done as well? But why would they choose to dress as Lucina of all people, especially if they found the mask gaudy?
“I…ah…f-forgive my rudeness, then,” stammered the very flustered dragon. “And my lack of perceptiveness. I must be an insult to his memory.”
And as soon as she had conjured her facade, Tiki could do little more than lower her hand, a perplexed expression coming across her face as she purses her lips. Well, it seemed the whole ‘Yes, trick the warrior princess into thinking you’re king Marth’ thing wasn’t exactly going to work. Which, to be entirely honest, was absolutely understandable! But where that may well have fallen flat, the remark on the gaudiness of the mask hit true, and the Divine Dragon (In all of her infinite wisdom) found Lucina’s (dragony!) reaction quite endearing.
“...”
She’ll snicker somewhat and casually wave her hand in Lucina’s direction, letting out an even breath as she relaxes the positively heroic pose. “You are anything but my dear.” She would remark, that dream like serenity coming back to her voice as she tones down the fervent energy she had assaulted Lucina with. “I am sure he would be quite honored to hear of his name being taken up for an cause as honorable and great as your own.” She hums sweetly, letting her hands come to rest in her lap as she takes on her natural calm air. “And now, you received an answer to your question.” Albeit, not the true answer. “Allow me the same courtesy, why such... Exotic trappings?” She asks cooly. Naturally, Tiki had seen right through the dragon before her (even if her player was horrendously slow on the uptake).















