Caelum
i got a wildcard up my sleeve
and if love keeps giving me lemons
i'll just mix 'em in my drink
The faerie queen startles at the voice behind her.
She spins around, but her pose is dignified, calm, carefully collected as she stands tall, eyeing the chestnut beast with a warm smile on her lips, but caution in her chocolate gaze. It's the gaze of someone who is used to being in such diplomatic settings and is prepared to ensure that the quarry being spoken with isn't someone with whom she must worry about stabbing her when she least expects. It's the look of someone who knows the ins and outs of the royal courtroom. And then the individual introduces himself as Liam Kenway, the Sovereign, and she relaxes, her smile growing brighter as he agrees to the meeting and dismisses the guards, and she follows him into the Citadel, flowers growing in each footstep as she nods to his inquiry, "Yes, I understand each of the lands around here have amble supply of different medicinal plants not found in the other courts. I aim to not only harvest the plants for my wares, but also take cuttings to attempt to grow them with in my own gardens for my furthered use." She agrees, her words cultured, respectful.
It's almost alarming how easily she slips into this persona.
At the frown on his face, he hesitates, wondering if this wouldn't be as smooth as she had hoped. Should she have sent a missive first, requesting a meeting to prepare him for his requests? How do 'simple medics' send messages? Her practice in such acts included royal seals in the Seat of Summer after all. And today she was just a medic, just a tea shop over. Just Caelum. She'd been just Caelum for long enough to begin to offer her last name. To begin to let herself be more of her own individual. All while praying no one would recognize the surname of the ruling class of Fae, the surname of the fae who reigned over Summer, over the Courts of Fae kind in her part of the world.
She tilts her head, waiting patiently for his conclusion.
His chuckle has her turning her chocolate gaze his way, expression curious before a delight smile crosses her muzzle at the reassurance that she may gather herbs from the land, welcoming it even. However at his comment of the hospital, she pauses, tilting her head in a small frown, "Oh, was her simple, but perplexed response before she laughs, nodding her head gently "I am more than happy for the company and escort to the hospital. I appreciate the assistance on this matter." She graciously accepts, another warm smile softening the brown of her eyes to almost caramel, "Please, do lead the way!"
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Liam
Notes: <3
She spins around, but her pose is dignified, calm, carefully collected as she stands tall, eyeing the chestnut beast with a warm smile on her lips, but caution in her chocolate gaze. It's the gaze of someone who is used to being in such diplomatic settings and is prepared to ensure that the quarry being spoken with isn't someone with whom she must worry about stabbing her when she least expects. It's the look of someone who knows the ins and outs of the royal courtroom. And then the individual introduces himself as Liam Kenway, the Sovereign, and she relaxes, her smile growing brighter as he agrees to the meeting and dismisses the guards, and she follows him into the Citadel, flowers growing in each footstep as she nods to his inquiry, "Yes, I understand each of the lands around here have amble supply of different medicinal plants not found in the other courts. I aim to not only harvest the plants for my wares, but also take cuttings to attempt to grow them with in my own gardens for my furthered use." She agrees, her words cultured, respectful.
It's almost alarming how easily she slips into this persona.
At the frown on his face, he hesitates, wondering if this wouldn't be as smooth as she had hoped. Should she have sent a missive first, requesting a meeting to prepare him for his requests? How do 'simple medics' send messages? Her practice in such acts included royal seals in the Seat of Summer after all. And today she was just a medic, just a tea shop over. Just Caelum. She'd been just Caelum for long enough to begin to offer her last name. To begin to let herself be more of her own individual. All while praying no one would recognize the surname of the ruling class of Fae, the surname of the fae who reigned over Summer, over the Courts of Fae kind in her part of the world.
She tilts her head, waiting patiently for his conclusion.
His chuckle has her turning her chocolate gaze his way, expression curious before a delight smile crosses her muzzle at the reassurance that she may gather herbs from the land, welcoming it even. However at his comment of the hospital, she pauses, tilting her head in a small frown, "Oh, was her simple, but perplexed response before she laughs, nodding her head gently "I am more than happy for the company and escort to the hospital. I appreciate the assistance on this matter." She graciously accepts, another warm smile softening the brown of her eyes to almost caramel, "Please, do lead the way!"
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Liam
Notes: <3
and all the stars go dark
i'll keep a light on in my soul
keep a bluebird in my heart
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