Maribelle sauntered into the Mess Hall, parasol in her grip, twirling it as she walked straight and proud.
Her nose was high and with every step, her curls bounced, full of life.
Scanning the crowded Mess Hall, Maribelle did not find Lissa anywhere, and so she decided to take a seat on her own, waiting for the princess to show herself so the two could gab over tea and crumpets as usual.
Maribelle took her seat on a bench, sitting close to Gregor, who she politely nodded to as she made to put her dinner bib over her lap so as to not ruin her clothes.
A grunt from beside her made her look up in confusion, then frown as she saw the Feroxi swordsman, Lon'qu, quietly edge away from her, stiff as a board and red as a tomato.
... She didn't even realize she had sat next to him.
Tutting, Maribelle glowered at him for a moment before sighing.
It wasn't his fault he had a phobia of women.
"..." she turned to him, intending on letting him see that she wasn't all bad, and that women weren't oh so scary like he made them out to be.
"And how are you, Lon'qu," she said pointedly, letting it be known that she saw him trying to scoot away from her, even if he was trying his best to be silent and not draw attention to himself.
How rude, she thought in the back of her mind.
