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@dpaysement :   [Even through her veil, you could feel her stare.]    You have a comfy couch. What is this pillowcase made of? It's soft than the feathers back home!

@halohnt  •  I've never seen crystallised wings before ... (Poke poke! Then a flick at the wings.) Does that hurt? Can you still fly??

@voidcasts  •  Any help – (Huff) is better than no– (Huff) help—  (Looks like carrying a box up the stairs has made her exhausted. She's a frail dove ^~^)

@sumazau      •    They're fine--  There's not enough room anyways! (She's embarrassed -- a few feathers are missing and the black is such an eyesore but Father refused to listen!)

oho?   now that's quite the sweet deal.   hmm （...） let's see,  how much are you willing to even offer?   say...  about 30,000 credits?

@ashenbloods     •    Money? (She reaches for her pouch, oblivious to the scam.) How much? Let's negotiate ^~^!

@sweetdeals   •    Umm ... *totally* — Super lost. I don't know this place at all..! (Super convincing! Don't let him know you grew up here!)

"⠀⠀...hahaa...  yes!  you.  you seem to be the only one i can ask right now...   you're lost then?⠀⠀"

@sweetdeals    •     Me? (There's no one else around.)  I lost my map.

@sumazau      •    (A large grin breaks out on her face. It's disturing considering the topic of hunting but oh well, this is normal for them.)  How dare he humilate me like that ... it's okay! I know big brother will deal with it well ^0^! (Her ears do not hide her joy. She's so joyful over this.)

            Hunt him down? Hmm..  [He pretends to think-   he's made up his mind already, of course, who's he to deny the princess? Although, it's fun to mess with her every now and then..   It isn't his fault that her reactions can be so entertaining! Sorry not sorry, dear baby brother.]
            
            Well,    [a pause, and it's all for the anticipation to build,]   ..I guu~ess I will.   After all, it's punishable by law for humiliating our princess like this, right? ^^
            

@sumazau    •    This is no laughing matter!  (Father needs to pass that Tourist Farming Act NOW. How dare a foreigner treat her in this manner!) He ran off! Will you hunt him down for me, big brother? Please???? (Ah yes. The best solution - A hunt.)

@sumazau      •    (Vienna knows better than to have her ... new friend and her brother meet. Exiled birds leave a bad taste in their mouth -- extremely so for Medici. She'll have to figure something out with Father first ...)
            
            (There's a pause as she slowly speaks.) .. No. Nothing out of the ordinary. Elder Pigeon might know though I doubt you want to talk to him.

            [Why would she..   lie, to him? It isn't him to be *this* bothered but, he's hiding his frown now.   Suspecting.   He isn't going to press on it-   not yet anyway..]
            
            I see..   [..Did he do something wrong, though?]   -noticed anything suspicious outside? I haven't gone out much to know..   [Right, that's reee~al subtle, Medici.]
            

@sumazau    •    Hm? (In mirroring nature, one eye peeks open at the question before it closes.)  I was with Odion. (A lie. There's rumours of a foreigner in town and of course, Vienna simply had to see. She probably smells of it as well.)

            I'm sure they are.   [Another bite.   He finds it 'sweet', almost..   laughable, to entertain that belief himself.   Both of them are thinking the same thing, aren't they? It's unspoken, but the tension between the pair says as much-   it's clear, and it lingers in the air:   *"that'll never happen."*]
            
            [Clearing his throat.]   How are you enjoying your meal so far, Vienna? ^^   [Aaand the attention shifts...]   I made sure to ask them for the freshest meat around~ I can see the farm's been doing a good job lately, don't you think so?
            

@sumazau    •    (A wary eye follows the fork's motions before the dove takes a bite out of her own plate. She's well aware of her brother's thoughts on Mother -- god forbid he rant again.)  Maybe they're already working something out as we speak. (What wishful thinking.)

            Hoho? It's always been about Mother isn't it.   [Medici is (surprisingly) calm as the circling topic is brought up, never mind how sensitive.   Something's wrong.   Fork stabs into the tender flesh of an unidentified one's arm-   lifts it close to it's parting, awaiting, lips.]
            
            We should let them be,   [it chews slowly, and it's savouring the taste,]   I'm sure they can work something out sooner  -  *with Mother.*
            

@rotridden    •    I'm not nervous! (Repetiton is not working on Delphi.)  Let's just get this over with ..  I want to go home.

right.  well,  there’s nothing here to be nervous about. 

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