Help I Don’t Even Know What a “Katti” Is || Leonardo & Hubert
“No, of course not. I’ll do it.”
Not that Leonardo would intend to judge the man based on a skill the quality of which he has never had a chance to witness - though based simply on that, the regular absence of Hubert at the archery range, he may be willing to risk the notion that perhaps, even if a dormant ability is there, it is simply not within the scope of Hubert’s highest priorities.
He sighs quietly. Hopefully he does not at least have to act too much. After all, if they mistook him for Lyndis in spite of the incorrect gender, chances are that they do not know her personality well, either, and by extension, he does not need to know exactly how to emulate her either.
“Okay, but do help me out here,” he adds quietly, leaning towards the taller student as he does.
The Daein may be a hint more open than he used to be, but he still does not consider himself to be great at talking to people. Not that he knows for sure whether or not Hubert is.
With that said, ahem. The archer takes a deeper breath and pushes the door open, entering the room where three of the apparent village elders were waiting for the apparent Lyndis.
“If I may beg your pardon,” he starts, doing his best to sound polite without also sounding too shy or nervous. Whether or not he is succeeding, he has no idea. “It has been… brought to my attention, that the fake Lyndis who passed by here a few days ago, has abused your village’s hospitality. It has been requested of me to make things right.” Come on, keep it together. “I cannot make promises, but… could you maybe tell me exactly what damage has been done?”
“𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬.” A swaying gesture of a gloved hand bid the cervine archer to continue onward, that, as ever was it that his position placed him, he was the shadow at the boy’s back——lingering, awaiting hostility that changed on an unseen whim. Hubert much prefered the shadows, the obscurity of a lurking notion that all was not right——of course, only when he was that notion. Another, and they would simply have need of removal, forceful or otherwise.
However, his hopes had been too high——a pity. The boy spouted from the mouth, on that unforeseen whim, about recompensation and righteousness against thieves they had not yet found——of returning stolen goods and reimbursing hospitality that the village elders were robbed of; Hubert scoffed——outside, of course, unheard by gullible elders.
He follows in thereafter, leaning to the boy’s ear, one hand bowed at the flank. “If you accuse that there is a fraud of Lady Lyndis running amok, you must convince them that you know the genuine one. This is where you act.” He withdraws from the archer’s vicinity, splaying one hand at the boy’s back, although never making physical contact with him——a showy gesture, though loathed, that presented the boy like a trinket upon a stand.
“We join you amidst this plight to right the wrongs made in Lord Lyndis’s name.” A showy gesture of the boy, the presentation-like quality of his act——surely the elders assumed that Leonardo was this unknown Lord Lyndis. “Lord Leonardo Lyndis, that is.”
