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His lie had come easily, thoughtless and natural, almost as though it were perhaps instead the whole truth of the matter. You, was a broad term in his mind. For the emissary had come seeking nobody in particular, only a member of the higher ranks in order to gauge a feel for what may come. Lo knew it was his job now to mediate, in kind, between the differing courts (oh, the irony for such a recluse) and what mediator would he be if he had not familiarised himself with Dawn, Day and Dusk. So, 'you' had been both a truth and a lie. Either way the regent was brazenly unimpressed; her hot eyes searing into his hide. Lothaire was unfazed, he had not come here to win affection or administer light entertainment; if he was boring her, it was a problem belonging to Avdotya and Avdotya alone. Lothaire was not flamboyant, nor silvertongued, and he did not flare at the slightest provocation; he wondered if she had expected something else, considering Night Court's famed ostentatious nature. The serpent simply continues to watch her, studying the fluctuations in her expression and the glittering light in her eyes. Her cologne bled strength and sweat, her stance exuded confidence. This was a women to watch, indeed.
They begin to walk, and he, of course, notes the handling of her spear pointed toward his throat. Lothaire knew if in the almost impossible chance he were to do anything to trigger the use of such spear, he would certainly deserve it. He drinks in the sight of the great Solterran fortress, old as the sand beneath their hooves. A magnificent place indeed. "Lothaire." He does not need to ask for her calling; he has heard, he has known. A more polite man might have done so anyway, but he doubts Avdotya cared much for niceties. As they glide into one of the larger stone halls, Lo rumbles, "time has not diminished such splendor," black eyes cast toward the warrior in the first flickerings of something other than nothing, "were you born within these walls, Avdotya?"
OOC: @avdotya boop
They begin to walk, and he, of course, notes the handling of her spear pointed toward his throat. Lothaire knew if in the almost impossible chance he were to do anything to trigger the use of such spear, he would certainly deserve it. He drinks in the sight of the great Solterran fortress, old as the sand beneath their hooves. A magnificent place indeed. "Lothaire." He does not need to ask for her calling; he has heard, he has known. A more polite man might have done so anyway, but he doubts Avdotya cared much for niceties. As they glide into one of the larger stone halls, Lo rumbles, "time has not diminished such splendor," black eyes cast toward the warrior in the first flickerings of something other than nothing, "were you born within these walls, Avdotya?"
OOC: @avdotya boop
