>>19820078>[Victoria Royale tenses slightly as 'Mighty' Maria approaches, but snaps directly into action as the two powerful mothers lock up.]Victoria, as if by total muscle memory, engages in the tie-up. With no desire to injure Maria McTavish, she merely remains upright, pushed back slightly from the natural power this still-recovering woman. The instincts have not left Victoria Royale, and were things to have continued it would been a headlock, push off, into the ropes -- metaphorically, of course. Maria backs off, and Valari is immediately ready to intervene, but a slight raised right hand from Her Majesty informs the situation. Quick as it happened, the tension -- if that is even the word -- dissipates.
"Yes, I dare say I am busy indeed, Maria. Goodness, your grip is something quite remarkable. When the time comes and recovery has concluded, if you feel such... may we meet in less restrictive environs. I will have the laptop delivered, as well as the dough balls. I know exactly of which you speak; they are something of a guilty treat of my own. Doh ho ho, forgive me. I will send aid to check on you periodically, but do not feel obligated to remain trapped if the mood takes you. Rest well, Maria."
>[With a gentle touch of the arm, Victoria and Valari depart.]Passing by reception, Her Majesty's presence almost suffocating, the atmosphere would be steeped in dread were words not intended with such affability.
"Miss McTavish is to receive anything that will help. No matter whether the Dog will pay, I will cover the costs personally. I am sure we understand each other."
Returning to their transport outside, the sun is beginning to set as Victoria and Valari begin the return trip to The Castle. About Valari but without eye contact, Her Majesty muses out loud.
"Her strength... I might desire to see you put yours to the test with her one day, circumstances permitting. Or I note her twin daughters; either one would be a welcome contest for my Queensguard."
