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Velecacia had been draped in the green weather cloak of the dragoons, donated by one of the soldiers. It hid her well- especially her quite unusual costume, and most importantly, the fact that her feet did not touch the ground. For now, she looked relatively normal, save for the tiara she did not remove- a move Haile supported her in. The Sky Queen looked vaguely discomforted- like she smelled something off and would rather not linger, but she also could not walk on her own, instead having to push off of objects, to float elsewhere, or to cling to others to let them drag her. Such was why she was so close to Haile.
“Lady Countess,” Yule said, returning his saluting hand behind his back. “I wanted to check with you on future plans. Were you discussing them with…”
“Lady Sommervind,” Haile said, more patient than usual.
“Yes,” Yule said, “Since you are friends, I assume, were you invited to come along on this operation, or did circumstance bring you close by?” Lady Sommervind had said she had come to congratulate the Countess on her win, but she was here on the same night of it, rather than sending a telegram, after all…
“I was indeed meant to support you, but I had to be somewhere else,” Sommervind said, “Further down south, there was a series of probing attacks by Twaryian armor. There are not many mobile anti-armor formations these days, you must’ve heard.”
“Always too few,” Yule murmured, “Some others have been arriving late as well. Anyways. Are you going to be staying with us, or are you needed in other places again?”
Sommervind shook her head once, firmly. “No. The Countess Rendsdottir-Hageldorf has informed me of different priorities. We’ve had a discussion concerning…what the risks might truly be. Our situation isn’t one where we have a country behind us, if you ask me.”
Haile’s smile faded. “Yes. Though it is better this way. Somewhat. If all of Vynmark becomes apprised of her grace’s presence…” She looked to Velecacia, the mysterious girl from the crashed airship, who did not look back- she seemed to be squinting at Lady Sommervind. “Is something wrong, your grace?”
Velecacia shook her head, ruffling beneath the cloak. “It is unimportant. Lady Sommervind’s ears hath an unusual character compared to most of thee.”
“I am a Nauk,” Sommervind said patiently, touching the points of her long ears, “My mother was a Twaryian, but rest assured I am of my father’s name and blood, who was of much more respectable lineage and character.”
<span class="mu-i">Yet those bat ears tell more than any flowery words can claim otherwise,</span> Yule thought, but he said nothing. No reason to piss off the Countess when she seemed to be in a pleasant and personable mood.
