The visiting schedule had sadly dwindled to only being able to visit Corrin a few times a month, sometimes more or less depending on the tasks he was asked to work on.
Because of that fact, he would always come prepared with plenty of ideas of entertainment and always present a full amount of energy, aware that the locked up princess had been doing far less then what he had been doing— she would always have plenty of energy to kill while Xander needed more stamina based training.
The arrival to the base of the tower went about as expected, nearly as soon as the door had opened, Corrin’s sprinting came to a sharp halt as she bent over and caught her breath, already setting her deal into motion,
“Ha! Not even going to spare me a hello?”
He replied with a haughty, jesting spite, crossing his arms,
“You’re impatient as ever.. Allow me to tie up Bucephalus and I’ll be right in. Though I’d like some conversation before we get right to sparring.”
He advised warmly, striding back outside and heeding his horse, who came over to his sharp whistle,
“I like your spirit, though.”
Praising Corrin’s will, he easily tied the steed to a close by post, letting the horse refresh itself and relax after the tedious ride over.
Brushing hands together, he turned back to the young girl and approached indoors,
“Well then.. Let’s try to say our hello’s again, alright? It’s the first step to a proper conversation and after, I shall ask in high hopes that you’ve been doing well, I presume?”
Re-initiating conversation, Xander started stepping up the spiral stairs, pacing up at a slow speed as to keep his stamina up the dizzying way.
“Oh, well… Hello.” She replied back just as playfully. Ok, maybe Xander was a bit stuffy, but that was part of the charm. Even stuffy he left a bit of room for jokes.
Corrin darted over to Xander’s trusty steed and gave it a quick pat and a soft, “Thank you,” before darting back to his side. Horses deserved some credit for getting everyone around, after all! Ok, and the wyverns, too. She wished she could add pegasi to the list, but they were such a rare sight in Nohr.
She turned to Xander as they walked up the stairs for what was not the first or the last time, already smiling wide at his praise. Spirit was a great place to start. If she kept up the energy, if she could keep going no matter what, then everything was only a matter of when! She had a lifetime, that had to be long enough.
“Well, I guess if we must be so formal…” She daintily cleared her throat, and seamlessly turned so she could walk up the stairs backwards with her hands behind her. She wasn’t scared of tripping, she could walk up and down them in her sleep. “I’ve been in remarkable health as of late, dearest brother,” she began, voice purposefully dramatic and haughty, “how thoughtful of you to ask. So what is it that you traveled all the way to the Northern Fortress to tell poor, lonely Lady Corrin?”
She was continuing to play around, clearly exaggerating, but shortly after she wondered if maybe she had gone a bit far. Exaggeration required a grain of truth, after all, and she couldn’t help but think it wasn’t fair to hit a potential sore spot Xander couldn’t even control.
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