#evocatriice

[bloodthirstymoonstone]

@evocatriice answered your ask: Slow danceeee

[ The girl blinked in bewilderment. Clara simply had to ask him again to repeat what he had just proposed to her, and, even when the same words came out from the general’s mouth, she still couldn’t believe it. To think such a wild man would be interested in something as graceful as dancing… The Summoner couldn’t help but ask him one more question and make certain Valter wasn’t only pulling her leg. ]

“ Are you… sure? I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but… I didn’t know you were able to… dance? Or that you liked… dancing at all… ”

Valter’s mouth quirked up in a tiny smile, as he continued holding his hand out for her to grasp once she was ready. “But of course, my dear. I mentioned earlier that I was of noble birth, did I not? Learning common ballroom dances was to be expected.”

He never much cared for his lessons, but he pushed himself to be at least passable at it before moving onto the next subject to conquer. Such was the way of life for him.

“I would very much like to... observe your famed dancing for myself. According to some of the other filth that crawl beneath your feet, it’s quite something.” He was talking about the other heroes, of course. Filth. Every last one of them. How dare they see his beloved prey in a way he had yet to observe... It had to be rectified as soon as possible.

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“Summoner,”  Lyn started, placing a hand on Sol Katti as it rested on her hip, “If I may, I am rather curious as to why you picked the lance as a weapon.  Is it the safety of range and the ease of use?”  Her curiosity had been born from the occasional times she had seen the other with her weapon.  The only two weapons Lyn had known were the sword and bow, she was curious of the appeal of the lance to the Summoner.

[of-invisible-ties]

@evocatriice Ii continued from here 

“No, it is quite alright. Both of my students, Lilina and Roy, lost their mothers as young children. I wager that they, too, think of me as something of a mother figure. To reiterate, I am not offended, Clara.”

Cecilia regards her with an encouraging smile. She places a gloved hand to the summoner’s shoulder, patting it gently as a means of soothing her evoked fears. She knew the young lady hadn’t any baleful intent in her words. Quite the contrary. It gladdened her to support Clara thus.

“So long as I am here, I intend to help you any way I can. If that entails you’re referring to me as mother, I will abide by it.”