@starkete
Elbowing Ingrid’s shoulder just hard enough to keep her mouth underwater but nose above, the errant heir attempted to smile through the rivers of brackish pond-water running down his face. After all, it’d be childish to openly react to her assault -- not to be done with the Lady Edmund at hand.
He caught himself before lavishing superlatives on Marianne’s name, but only just -- the sea-foam sunflower of the monastery may be found at the stables, over yonder, but I would be beyond pleased to guide you there myself should it please you. The Edmunds had won some sort of genetic lottery, for a woman he assumed must be approaching forty hardly looking older than her child.
“If it’s not Marianne’s turn to help with cooking, she’ll be in the stables.” The choice there was specific; given Marianne’s occasional reference to an adoptive family and scant few to the Lady, Sylvain was a little wary of showing his hand. Some things you don’t share with your parents; given the oppressive air around Astra, he couldn’t blame them. “Couldn’t tell you what the professor’s up to -- either running laps around the grounds or spending the whole week in bed. I would be beyond pleased to gui--” Alas, the lady knight beneath took this opportunity to gather her footing and topple Sylvain in return.
