Put that down, it's not a toy

Adaria hummed with approval as the two walked down the corridor towards the conservatory. Her other hand came over to pat his lightly. I will need to venture on a journey soon, I’ve been trapped behind these walls until recently. Now I’m myself again I have been attending classes, but I find Orlais rather dull, honestly. It was clear in her voice that she missed the familiarity of home, of Antiva, the Orlesian Game was so dour compared to the excitement of home.

Only home was in chaos and Enzo, barely keeping it together. Things were not going as well as expected for the First Born.

Entering the conservatory she’d guide them round to a nice secluded corner overlooking the gardens outside. Hearing that recruitment was slowly upturning drew a small smile from her, nodding, Understandable with how things have been recently, I imagine some Talon’s are also doing their own drives to replenish their numbers lost to the dead elf. She didn’t mince her words, her distaste for the ‘God-King,’ palatable when she suddenly groaned, lounging back into the chaise lounge across from him.

My brother has arranged a ball for my Nameday next month, as you know. I’m still floating ideas on how I’ll circumvent his intentions, so I welcome any suggestions, flashing him an all too familiar Campana smirk. It tempered as she remembered her other sibling. I did visit my sister which… was interesting, to say the least.