[ Part of her screams in the desire to be distracted from being the Warrior of Light. It is all she has been for these months, and she would not lie in wishing to be selfish for but a few hours to be with he betrothed. Not that more than a handful are aware of the matter.
Her gaze catches his and softens at his look. Of course, she understands. They are in a war--and it is the only reason he is here. The Alliance had finally believed it time to help Gry Abania, and thus, they arrive with their armies. Her gaze drops once more before closing her eyes and nodding. She removes her other hand from around him and letting it drop to her side. ]
Very well, if that is what you insist. [ The Sultana glances between them with the smallest of frowns on her face. She too understands the stance Aymeric has taken. Although, lest she be considered one to not notice the details of peoples around her... ] Ere we depart for our meeting, I must say, the craftsmanship of Ishgard is truly and beautifully unique. Your ring is well suited, Mistress Alkaid, and certainly matches the look of the armor worn by our esteemed allies.
[ Alkaid's eyes shoot open as a sound of surprise leaves her. Her tail and ears stand on end as her gaze darts directly to the mischievous and gentle smile of the Sultana. Then, she checks her hand to see that the ring has been slightly dislodged from her glove... ]
Fear not, it is news I will not be sharing, as it is your own to share. [ Nanamo laughs then. ] And, I doubt many will notice and not think it apart separate of your armor, my friend. In my time wandering the streets of Ul'dah in disgusie, I have simply gotten used to looking for what precious things might be hidden. I will see the pair of you at the meeting shortly.
[ Nanamo gives a customary curtsy before striding off to the tent the meeting is to be held in. Alkaid stares almost dumbfounded, her hand curled against her to hide the engagement ring properly as her other hand remains in Aymeric's. ]
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Her gaze catches his and softens at his look. Of course, she understands. They are in a war--and it is the only reason he is here. The Alliance had finally believed it time to help Gry Abania, and thus, they arrive with their armies. Her gaze drops once more before closing her eyes and nodding. She removes her other hand from around him and letting it drop to her side. ]
Very well, if that is what you insist. [ The Sultana glances between them with the smallest of frowns on her face. She too understands the stance Aymeric has taken. Although, lest she be considered one to not notice the details of peoples around her... ] Ere we depart for our meeting, I must say, the craftsmanship of Ishgard is truly and beautifully unique. Your ring is well suited, Mistress Alkaid, and certainly matches the look of the armor worn by our esteemed allies.
[ Alkaid's eyes shoot open as a sound of surprise leaves her. Her tail and ears stand on end as her gaze darts directly to the mischievous and gentle smile of the Sultana. Then, she checks her hand to see that the ring has been slightly dislodged from her glove... ]
Fear not, it is news I will not be sharing, as it is your own to share. [ Nanamo laughs then. ] And, I doubt many will notice and not think it apart separate of your armor, my friend. In my time wandering the streets of Ul'dah in disgusie, I have simply gotten used to looking for what precious things might be hidden. I will see the pair of you at the meeting shortly.
[ Nanamo gives a customary curtsy before striding off to the tent the meeting is to be held in. Alkaid stares almost dumbfounded, her hand curled against her to hide the engagement ring properly as her other hand remains in Aymeric's. ]
Oh, Gods... is it that obvious...