#prxnksterprincess

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「 prxnksterprincess 」 ❀

     Inigo appears all at once, as he walked on silent feet when he wanted to, and when long fingers pull back the loose flap of the tent, the young man’s niveous head tilts in something that looks half like curiosity and half respect. “Ah,” he greets, remaining where he was until Lissa extended him an invitation, “I thought I smelled something exotic. ---- Is that a Plegian brew?”

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prxnksterprincess

"Lissa, darling, are you alright? It's horribly cold out there, I don't want you to catch anything-" Somebody's feeling fretful. But one could hardly risk your friend's health, especially your first and closest friend. And the sudden snow did catch everyone by surprise- most people she'd seen that day had dressed for lighter weather. Maribelle knew that Lissa could be quite care-free sometimes... It was best to fret now before fretting was truly necessary.

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---- ❝ oh, aunt lissa. it's late,                  you should be resting. ❞

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prxnksterprincess

As much time as Ruairi had spent in this camp, he hadn't realized that a princess was here... curiosity getting the best of him, he watched the blonde girl, her pigtails bouncing as she had moved about the camp.

Why was she considered a princess? She didn't hold herself like one did, hell, she rarely acted like one. Pulling pranks on almost anyone... what kind of royalty did that?

With a slight sigh, he just shakes his head, turning for a moment before a bucket suddenly falls upon his head, his whole body being soaked through with freezing cold water.

... He could only guess the culprit of this. The cleric must have noticed him watching at one point, and waited for the perfect opportunity... 

[nefarious--hatchet]

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prxnksterprincess

Gerome exhaled a voicefilled breath and swung his right leg over his Wyvern's saddle. He jumped out of the step iron and landed on the ground, labored. The battles had been raging on the past days and every single cleric and priest was completely spent by now. Luckily the Wyvern rider didn't got himself badly hurt, it was enough to take care of the wounds himself. Minerva was exhausted and left him no option to keep on joining the battle, the last thing he wanted to do was push the Wyvern more that she could take. After a few moments of thinking had passed and he decided if he couldn't help on the battlefield anymore he might as well look for new chores to do. The healer's tent was the first thing that shot through his mind, of course he wasn't aware of how to use a staff or something like that, maybe they needed someone for the foot-work, given that the clerics already had enough to do themselves.

With heavy steps he walked towards the tent, searching for one of the responsible shepherds and as he caught Lissa in his eyesight he steadily walked towards her and grasped his words.

"Lissa? Do you require assistance in your chores?"

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prxnksterprincess

     "Milady?"

     His voice is soft as he addresses the young princess, in part due to habit, another so as not to frighten her with the suddenness of his approach. But one takes what opportunities they can. "Forgive my being forward, but I passed by your tent the other night to hear the most strange... croaking." Inhuman, it had seemed, profoundly amphibious -- easily enough attributed to the frogs that were prevalent in the area.

     "I wanted only to advise particular care in the set up of your tent to prevent unwanted guests. Or, perhaps, just as particular caution if you're to be handling them."