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eonflamewing) wrote in feonixe2017-01-01 03:13 pm
CMO 2017 EDITION
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the wintersmith what up
[ accalia has been here for a while and she's tried her best to learn the customs, the traditions of where she is. while she may stand out with her red hair and her persistent friendliness, she's at least tried to dress like them to blend in better.
she waits for her chance to see the man she met when she first got here, willing to go through the rank-and-file process of seeing him since she has a feeling just barging in would be frowned upon. he must be pretty busy today because by the time she gets to see him, she's yawning a bit to keep herself awake. (while ignoring the looks one of the people who escorted her sends. she's sorry. please don't point anything at her anything.) ]
H-Hey. I'm not bothering you or anything, am I?
slides in
A kingdom situated so north that it was blanketed by the cold winds blowing in from the sky, yet its people remain warm and friendly to each other. Perhaps not so much to her, but once she establishes that she means no ill will and only wishes to help, the friendliness is extended in a muted form. As much as the people here are wary of foreigners, she did have the Wintersmith's seal of approval - and often, that was enough.
If she asks around about him, she would be told that he was held in high regard by the people. Sometimes quick-tempered and with a razor-sharp wit to match, but underneath all that is a firm sense of responsibility to his people. When a citizen's house caved due to the wood fragmenting under the cold, he was the first to be there, flying in on his dragon partner. Bahamut soon called other dragons, and a swarm of them cleared the rubble with their strength and claws, allowing a new one to be built in its place.
Basically, a tsundere. She's come to see him in the evening, while he's still in his office, filing sheets of parchment aside. ]
No. What is it?
[ He's usually seen with a slightly annoyed expression, but it's dampened now to be one of neutrality. Gold eyes flick up to meet hers, intense. ]