Spars and Scars

[font=Arial, serif]The meeting had gone on long enough. They had been at it for hours, even with the brief recess before the Sister and another advisor were nattering away. Someone would have been smacked in the mouth if it had been her in the middle of it all, so Leaf was grateful that cooler heads were prevailing some. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif]His eyes betrayed him though, to hers anyway. Fatigue and the mental strain of biting his tongue was beginning to wane on him. From her spot across the way, leaned back against the wall, Leaf frowned, shifting her gaze to look between the two arguing officials. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif][color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Alright enough,”[/font][/color] she’d huff, body pushing itself off the wall to stride over. She positioned herself between the two spatting, hands gathering behind her back while her head regarded each respectfully. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“The Prince has heard your concerns. Given the length of time we’ve all had to hear them, I suggest we all let the words digest over an extended rest. The Prince has other appointments today.”[/font][/color] And eyeing the Sister specifically she smiled. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“And, given you were so eager to continue despite the request of a recess, he also hasn’t eaten.” [/font][/color][/font]

[font=Arial, serif]Turning her attention away from the infuriating woman, Leaf would smile warmly at the Prince. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“You do no-one any good on an empty stomach, distracted by hunger.”[/font][/color][/font]