Orlesians had an interesting relationship with fashion. He seemed to be lacking this particular eye, or he was just unfortunate to be without any genuine style. Granted, there were variables unknown to her, and she’d give the ensemble another once over to pick out any clues. Last minute blunder perhaps, but then why not visit a tailor? She found herself curious, yet irritated by the feeling simultaneously.
The chuckle had her blink. Almost as if she had expected another retort than amusement. Something she was not privy to then, but was then revealed. An air of doubt filled her expression, again her brow arched, [color=#9a00b2]“I hope you’re better with Griffons than you are with fashion.”[/color] Though, despite his dress he did have a favourable physique for such an elite role. She’d almost believe him if not for the Antivan in her suspecting everything to be a lie.
They soon found themselves in the kitchens, Adaria pulled at her dress keen to keep it clear of anything able to mark the fine, golden threads. The pup though, caused a natural smile to tug at her lips, face appearing younger than her previous attitude would imply. Yes, there was an admission that the animal was adorable. The truth revealed, Adaria felt herself relax albeit only marginally.
[color=#9a00b2]“She must have been separated in the rush to leave. That’s relatable. Everyone is running from some monster, I suppose.”[/color] Crouching, Adaria peeled the lace glove from her hand then offered it for Rory to sense the mages scent. [color=#9a00b2]“Your master still should have left you with someone reliable. Not a stranger, yes?” [/color]
The chuckle had her blink. Almost as if she had expected another retort than amusement. Something she was not privy to then, but was then revealed. An air of doubt filled her expression, again her brow arched, [color=#9a00b2]“I hope you’re better with Griffons than you are with fashion.”[/color] Though, despite his dress he did have a favourable physique for such an elite role. She’d almost believe him if not for the Antivan in her suspecting everything to be a lie.
They soon found themselves in the kitchens, Adaria pulled at her dress keen to keep it clear of anything able to mark the fine, golden threads. The pup though, caused a natural smile to tug at her lips, face appearing younger than her previous attitude would imply. Yes, there was an admission that the animal was adorable. The truth revealed, Adaria felt herself relax albeit only marginally.
[color=#9a00b2]“She must have been separated in the rush to leave. That’s relatable. Everyone is running from some monster, I suppose.”[/color] Crouching, Adaria peeled the lace glove from her hand then offered it for Rory to sense the mages scent. [color=#9a00b2]“Your master still should have left you with someone reliable. Not a stranger, yes?” [/color]
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