[She watches the way he moves in silent intrigue. He really does live up to that first impression she got of him, and then the second that Cid had given her... He moved with as much grace as her own King did, if not more, and she isn't sure whether that makes her like or hate him.
Guess she'll hold off on that verdict for now.
Benedikta follows him with equal amounts of confidence to match, though she does not sit. She merely stands beside him, watching the fire sprite as it dances across the pit to edge closer to him. Part of her wants to snuff it out entirely just to see what will happen. She fucking loathes the flames with a passion... but she supposes she can keep it for now.
Besides, something he says has a brow hitching up.]
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Guess she'll hold off on that verdict for now.
Benedikta follows him with equal amounts of confidence to match, though she does not sit. She merely stands beside him, watching the fire sprite as it dances across the pit to edge closer to him. Part of her wants to snuff it out entirely just to see what will happen. She fucking loathes the flames with a passion... but she supposes she can keep it for now.
Besides, something he says has a brow hitching up.]
Partially? Including your own?