῾ ‎℘𝐑𝐎𝙿𝙷͟𝙴͟𝐂͟𝐘 ‎‎⸝ ‎𝐒𝕺𝐍 .

𖬺͟𖬺 what progress do you feel you’ve reached yourself ﹖ ﹝ crown inclines , a feline—like curiosity claiming presence within aureate lenses . ﹞ … very well . agleaea has insisted i get a resizing for future projects anyway .

“ one can never be too careful when in the process of recovering from war . “ brows furrowed , the corners of lips tugged to a deepened frown . “ what is your name ﹖ “

a sigh is siphoned from between the prince’s lips , sauntering forward nonetheless——— a glance over of towering stature . “ so long as you promise to not enact harm on these people . “

they’re no different than they were a week ago——— ！ don’t … say it like that . it almost sounds scandalous ！ tch . your own build isn’t so different .

a turn in composure fueled the flames of suspicion , hands dropped to the warrior’s side as golden—dews harden . “ i would be leading you to our most vulnerable , i have every right to * 𝒒uestion your intentions . “

… i don’t recall your leg explaining your gaze being drawn in my direction——— it’s best if you come clean , hks .

you seem distracted , deliverer .

﹝ laughter spilled from the sovereign’s lips not a moment later . head thrown back 𖬺͟𖬺 eyes turned to crescents . ﹞ no need , such topics were not so much as touched in my people’s culture . this would be my first exposure .

little head———- ﹖ your humor never fails to intrigue me , professor . ﹝ arms fold ‘ver broad chest , a steady stride toward sage’s crafting table . ﹞ well , you have my attention .

from scratch ﹖ hm . if you require a pair of helping hands , i could offer them to you .

skepticism laces the warrior’s gaze . tight lipped——— “ what reason would you have to aid our people ﹖ unless i’m mistaken , we’d just met . “

﹝ * 🤨 huffs——— ﹞ you’re * late .

“ i’m providing aid to the grove . there seems to be an uptake in sickness here in the city . “ crown shakes , a disheartening conclusion to draw from .. yet denial would do no favors . “ i still have the ability to help . but perhaps a visit to the baths later . “

“ it’s nothing i can’t deal with at a later time . “ yet stature comes to a pause , allowing fingers to draw over eyelids once more . “ … it’d be difficult for me to do so anyways . “

aureate gaze follows that of the mystic figure before him . a foreign sight 𖬺͟𖬺 easily mistaken for another if not for sharp senses . he nods … good morning .