Moonlark Turned Evil

63: A Glimpse Of What Is To Come

Hihi everyone, sorry for the long wait

Stuff happened last week and i couldn't exactly get to writing the chapter lol

I've received a few comments regarding when I'm going to update, so I'll just write here—whenever I can't post during the week, I'll post an update on the conversations board thing on my profile. I understand that you all want to read the new chapters and I really appreciate how much you guys love the story, but instead of asking me to update I'd prefer if you read those messages

Anyway i don't really wanna grill through that iffy stuff cuz well it's not really a big deal

Just tone indication is really important since we're online lol

So new chapter!! You can expect more Jensi and Ferius scenes next week hehe-

Okay happy reading time guys~~

Several days later, they received formal invitations to the negotiation table.

Elwin checked the provided date and gave her a physician's once-over, before reluctantly clearing her to attend.

Sophie assigned Fintan and Gethen to accompany her—Phoenix's ambassador and her head of defense seemed like a good choice. She'd only overlooked one problem.

Fintan and Gethen were the worst possible duo to bring to formal situations.

"I will," she threatened the two of them, "throttle both of you if anything happens during this meeting. Do you hear me?"

"I'm hearing you," Gethen said solemnly.

"But hearing is not the same as understanding," Fintan whispered under his breath with a maniacal grin.

Sophie glared—but it was hard to be menacing when there were three people flitting around you, fussing over your hair and clothing.

"Glimmer," she sighed. "Knock it off."

"You're going to a diplomatic meeting, Sophie, you have to look good," Emmy insisted, answering instead of Glimmer because the Flasher was preoccupied with tying up Sophie's hair in some elaborate manner.

"But is this necessary?"

She had been forced into a dress by Glimmer, Emmy, and Alice. Unwilling to take more time than necessary, she'd called Fintan and Gethen into the dressing room as soon as they'd finished putting it on her—but now she was stuck trying to threaten the pair of them into not performing their usual antics as Alice applied a light layer of makeup to her face.

The dress was red—recommended by Dex, from the depths of Pixel's studio, in which he had been lurking almost since they moved into Inia—and swept from her shoulders all the way down to the floor. It only had one sleeve, a line of sewn and stitched red roses that swept up from the hem, trailed up the dress, and curved over her right shoulder. The skirt was light and swished around like water.

Sure, it was pretty, and Sophie didn't mind dressing up too much—but to head into possibly hostile conditions dressed like this?

"How am I supposed to fight?" she muttered grumpily.

"You're not supposed to, dear Lady Foster," Ruy snickered from where he was leaning against the wall. "Just teleport away."

"I am not the kind of person to run in the face of danger," Sophie retorted.

"You're not running, you're disappearing," Alvar corrected.

"Done!" Alice said cheerfully, stepping away from Sophie's face and setting the makeup tools aside on the dresser.