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''Hrmph, if only you didn't get into a brawl...''
''That's why I've got to clear this out. You know how it is with those blue bloods.'' Dad was hugging your mother from behind as she worked off her nervousness by preparing another breakfast for the monstrous guests. ''If we're lucky, baron-man will be too busy to see us and I'll leave with Rey after we see that dwarf.''
Being made to witness your parent's intimacy was usually mighty awkward but today was one of those rare occasions that made you happy.
''I think it'll be a good idea to see who rules Eichenwald face to face, anyway.'' Your dad continues, speaking a little louder for your sake. ''Plucking a pair of Mamonos from their enclave isn't a big deal but who knows if that little incident is enough for the man to take it personally?'' Ideally, a proper visit would entail your entire family but if the baron is sensitive enough to feel offended because your mom isn't here... well, you can leave with Seyraphal and Shigeko.
Your quill stops. <span class="mu-i">Abandoning new relations again?</span> Focus, Rey.
''The currency of nobles is reputation and prestige. Besides, I'm going over there to meet a dwarf.'' You comment as you carefully mind your calligraphy. <span class="mu-i">Quills are a pain to handle, damn it.</span> You're taking far too much time than you need to make a simple welcoming message.
''I know, I know no need to make a united front.'' Your mother may complain, but the kissing noise that follows makes it obvious she's not going to hold any grudges. ''Guess Rey can't take her sword this time?''
That...Would be a baaaad idea.
''Her Focii will have to do.'' Your dad answers, the noise of rustling clothes revealing he let go of his hug.
The gods do not give offensive miracles, the Focii are extensions of their love. <span class="mu-s">Not even Kings can demand their removal</span> because everyone is equal under the Parent Gods affection.
''Right, there's another problem.'' Canaan gently walks to look over your shoulder. ''Neither of you have any actual luxurious clothes.''
''I am <span class="mu-s">not</span> wearing a dress.'' You stop writing to glare upward, your mom's yellow gaze remains unflinching.
''Really?'' <span class="mu-i">Is that a dare, mom?</span>
''Do you even have any to share? How many times did you tell me dresses are the worst things to wear outdoors?'' Your utilitarian wardrobe might send a normal girl into despair but you've honestly grown used to wearing pants. Comfortable, and functional, without having to worry about crowds, elevation, and winds.
The corners of her mouth gently curl upward, prompting an illogical sense of regret to seize your spine. ''I've got a few things for Rikard eyes only... may-''
''<span class="mu-s">No!</span> A perfectly synched protest between you and your dad.
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