"I never thought that others would see me like that, especially those who I do not know...What else have I not noticed?!"
Q'uila glares at Felih. "Is that a challenge? You are incorrigible because now we both know that I have to ask Aymeric to dance now you have said that."
Despite the glare her tail curls happily at the notion of getting to dance with Aymeric.
Felih just laughs. "Apparently, quite a bit..." he says with an amused shake of his head, before purring and grinning, his ears perking up and forward as Q'uila recognizes his little challenge.
"Oh? Is that so? Well, alright. But if you don't dance with him, I certainly will, and who knows what kinds of embarrassing stories I can dig up," he grins, mischievous as he teases her.
Q'uila swiftly snaps a hand out to tug gently on Felih's ear, fully aware that he is only partially joking about telling Aymeric embarrassing stories, "What has my mother been telling you out of my earshot?!."
She huffs, "Fine, I will ask him, and I will complete a dance with Aymeric. In return, you need to ask Estinien to dance. If I have to embarrass myself because of your challenge the least you can do for me in return is embarrass him."
Felih grins at her despite the way Q'uila is tugging at his ear. "Hey, hey, she told me things in confidence! I can't give away what she told me, that'll ruin all the potential blackmail!" he chirps, mischief in his eyes before he swats at her hand.
"Estinien to dance? Fine! I will= I doubt he'll accept, but we'll see what I can do."
Q'uila pouts at Felih and gives his ear another tug, "Mum and you have far too much fun gossiping at my expense, it puts me at a disadvantage in terms of embarrassing stories you cheater."
Her pout morphs into a satisfied smile, "Excellent, make sure it is one of the slow dances. I highly doubt he will say no, especially with how dashing I'm sure you will look on the evening. Just remember to save one of the jigs for me, we shall set the dance floor ablaze!"
Felih laughs a bit, though it falters when Q'uila mentions how she's at a disadvantage: it only serves as reminder that Felih has no family.
Not anymore.
But he instead decides to focus on her challenge, and manages to laugh again, shaking his head in amusement. "Slow dances. You know, Q'uila, this is all resting on the assumption Estinien even manages to be dragged to the ball. You know how he hates such formal occasions, especially if it means dealing with nobility."
Felih laughs a little. "Right. Solidarity- somehow, I doubt that will be much motivation for him to attend. But we shall see," he chirps, writing a few more notes down in his notebook for the dress he intends to weave her, only to stretch and sigh, finally setting down the pen.
Felih laughs. "Go ahead and go- if my mate needs me, he knows where to find me. I'll rest easy- and begin on your attire as soon as I am able. It will be an interesting challenge, working with the resources we currently have available..." he muses, purring, setting down his notebook now and relaxing.
"Alright," She gives him a tight hug and kiss on the cheek. "Have a good rest brother."
She blushes at that, giving him another tight hug, she heads to the door, gently cracking it open and slipping out of the room to head to the Knight's training grounds...
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Q'uila glares at Felih. "Is that a challenge? You are incorrigible because now we both know that I have to ask Aymeric to dance now you have said that."
Despite the glare her tail curls happily at the notion of getting to dance with Aymeric.
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"Oh? Is that so? Well, alright. But if you don't dance with him, I certainly will, and who knows what kinds of embarrassing stories I can dig up," he grins, mischievous as he teases her.
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She huffs, "Fine, I will ask him, and I will complete a dance with Aymeric. In return, you need to ask Estinien to dance. If I have to embarrass myself because of your challenge the least you can do for me in return is embarrass him."
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"Estinien to dance? Fine! I will= I doubt he'll accept, but we'll see what I can do."
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Her pout morphs into a satisfied smile, "Excellent, make sure it is one of the slow dances. I highly doubt he will say no, especially with how dashing I'm sure you will look on the evening. Just remember to save one of the jigs for me, we shall set the dance floor ablaze!"
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Not anymore.
But he instead decides to focus on her challenge, and manages to laugh again, shaking his head in amusement. "Slow dances. You know, Q'uila, this is all resting on the assumption Estinien even manages to be dragged to the ball. You know how he hates such formal occasions, especially if it means dealing with nobility."
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"Estinien has to be there, showing Azure Dragoon solidarity to the Ishgardian Elite and all that bollocks. And so we all suffer."
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"For now, however... I fancy a nap."
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"I'll make sure you look lovely in it."
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She blushes at that, giving him another tight hug, she heads to the door, gently cracking it open and slipping out of the room to head to the Knight's training grounds...
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With that, he lets her slip away, and he himself goes to curl up in bed and rest, getting a much-needed nap.