As the maiden's friend and sovereign entered the smithy, Leviathan stooping to cram his towering frame beneath beams blackened by smoke and Maxence stepping into the gloom with all the grace of a prowling cat, the girl turned her beaming facade toward the pair. Chest swelling with pride, the girl resisted the urge to silently congratulate herself on her find, knowing for all the world that arrogance was a sin most dire - there was no place for hubris in Solis' warriors, she had to be impenetrable by sin, a fortress in her own right. At the sound of Leviathan's rumbling baritone, Eden gave a series of enthusiastic nods, her mind's eye clouded with the images of potential that was held in this building alone.
What else did the dusty and neglected courtyard hold? What sort of wonders were hidden between thin wooden walls scraped smooth by decades of sand and sun?
"We should ask about... See if anyone has experience with steel and forge," came her soft musings, gaze sliding over to Maxence unbidden and staying there, running over the smooth lines and hard planes that made up her noble and vicious king. His grins and laughter during their toils had not gone unnoticed by the lass, indeed, she had noticed them more than she ought and her mind had been tossed into a spiral of confusion; it was not a sin to admire ones king, and she didn't think it was a folly to look upon her sovereign with affection, but what sort of affection would become dangerous? Was there such thing?
There wasn't anything about that in the tomes that she had read.
Attention snagged by the stirring in the sandy floor, Eden watched with thinly veiled surprise as Leviathan slid a rather nasty looking scorpion over toward Maxence to be crushed. With a small shake of her head, a few wildflowers sprinkling wilted petals onto the earth with the motion, the paladin felt her face heat in a rather un-paladin-like way as her embarrassment mounted. She had to be more vigilant, such a sting would have left her out of both the labor field and the sparring ring for days. Then as the winged patriarch addressed the kindly behemoth and herself, the lass wondered if she had not imagined the softening about Maxence's eyes when he gazed upon her, and it was an effort not to allow the blush that crept up her cheeks to deepen at his praise.
Amber eyes followed Maxence's retreating form until he was out of sight, and as she loosed a breath that she didn't know she had been holding, Eden swung her attention back toward her ivory splashed comrade. Moving to bump his neck with her ringed nose, the maiden felt all confusion melt away into a sense of comfort as she crowhopped toward the door, "Come on, you great big bear, let's go tackle more of this ruin."
@Maxence @Leviathan yay thanks guys this was fun~
