#𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕!? (inbox)

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @livedtoserve asked:

She freezes up. Not the first time she has done so this night, far from it. But if that dark-robed maiden that Flora has previously served conjured visions of her liege, this woman is practically the spitting image of him. "Lo...Lord Corrin?" The maid is too slow to stop herself from pouring the false name from her lips. No, this is obviously not the man she's served for her whole life. Flora already knows Kamui is here in the academy. This well-dressed lady with silver waves for hair in front of her... ...she must be another vision from above, meant to increase her sorrow. "Ahem," Flora coughs a bit louder than intended, meant to drown out her first line. "I apologize for inappropriately gazing for long, my lady. I am..." No. She doesn't need to know the maid's name. "...I am hoping you can accept these as memorabilia for tonight's party," Flora saves herself by quickly unfastening a pearl to hold out to the other woman.  "And if there is anything else you need, please let me know."

"Hm? Oh-!"

Princess turns to the sound of her name, surprised to find a familiar face from which it had come. Flora stands as noble as ever, the image of discipline that Corrin had always known her for, alarmingly out of place without her sister to balance out such cold.

There is something different, however, that she does not wish to acknowledge so plainly. It's the way that the familiarity in her friend's eyes is only distant, hazy, as though meant for someone else. The way her greeting is stilted, being made to a stranger.

Flora had always been a touch strange, had always held herself at a distance that Corrin had learned to reach across, but this...

She swallows, trying her best to disregard it. This was her friend, after all! Surely their time apart was to blame, and the other will look at her normally in no time at all.

Laughter rises in her throat, unbidden and nervous despite the way she fumbles to make it sound less so. "It's no trouble, really! Here..."

When she accepts the pearl, offering one of her own bells in return, Corrin's fingers linger just a moment.

"There is one thing," she begins to say, but her teeth catch on her bottom lip and she stops. Have you forgotten me? It sounds so silly, it couldn't be. She had remembered her name, after all! Silver head shakes, dismissing her own words.

"Ah, no. Nevermind. Thank you for the pearl, Flora. I hope you find a moment to enjoy the evening..."

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @dawnswhitestar asked:

“Oh, you are…” Crimson eyes locked with a pair nigh identical to his, and it’s as if for a moment the world went silent. Before him stood a woman who should be wholly unfamiliar to him, and yet he couldn’t shake the feeling. Like he should know her, better than anyone else. What was this odd sensation? “M-My apologies, I didn’t mean to stare. You just looked.. a little familiar, that’s all.” Familiar how though, he couldn’t answer. Snapping out of the odd trance, he somewhat awkwardly held out his hand, offering a handshake. “My name is Kamui, of Hoshido. What’s your name, Miss…?”

Kamui. That was her name.

Emphasis on was-- she hasn't heard it since she last set foot in the kingdom from which the other hails. It was that which had been given by a mother she had only known for a heartbeat, swept away by a father whose own name sits sour on her tongue.

It elicits a deep, mournful sorrow from within her, and so she has spent her life as Corrin intent not to dwell on it.

"Corrin, of Nohr," she answers, accepting the handshake and hoping it is only in her imagination that her fingers tremble. "There's no need to apologize. You..."

Her own eyes blink back at her, the same silver hair framing them. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, hand falling away to wring itself in the fabric of her skirts. This would not have been the strangest thing she has ever encountered, at least not here, but...

"I have been to Hoshido a few times," though she grimaces to recount them, "perhaps you saw me in passing..?'

It's not that simple, not even she is naive enough to believe it so, but it's easy. Easier than whatever trick of time would be the truth.

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @nohrslittleflower asked:

“BIG SISTER!!!!” Elise is heard well before she could be seen, immediate beginning to sprint her way towards her sibling at the slightest hint of her hair through the crowd. She launches herself at her sister (as per usual)— though with her longer-than-usual dress it’s more of a trip-and-fall-into-hug than a proper tackle-hug. Not that she particularly cares, already more focused on squeezing Corrin tight and burying her face into her sister’s shoulder rather than how said face had nearly hit the floor only seconds ago. “You’re back you’re back YOU’RE BACK!!! Oooo, I missed youuuuuu!!” Elise giggles happily despite the fact she is most definitely making a scene at this point. She squeezes even tighter, clinging on to the point it would probably be extremely difficult for anyone to try to pry her off if she didn’t want to. Which she definitely doesn’t considering the last time Corrin had gone off somewhere alone, she had a bit of a scare with the possibility of whether or not she’d actually come back. “NEVER GO ANYWHERE EVER AGAIN.” A little hypocritical of her to ask — considering she had also left the academy to return home for a time not all that long ago — but she doesn’t know what that word means anyway so what does it matter.

"Elise!" Corrin is already laughing as she opens her arms to catch the girl, interrupted only by the mmph sound she makes on impact. One might assume based upon her size or the frills on her gown that Elise's grip could hardly be anything less dainty than herself.

And one, were they to make such an assumption, would be terribly mistaken. Not that Corrin much minds being suffocated in her little sister's grasp, as she squeezes back tenfold.

"I missed you too," she plants a kiss to the other's temple, hardly able to stifle her own smile long enough for even that. "It's way too quiet at home without you around."

And though the demand is made childishly, with what she can only imagine to be a pout pressed against the fabric of her dress, she feels herself hold just that much tighter.

"Don't worry," laughter is still warm in her voice, but it has softened into something more sincere, "I'm not going anywhere."

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @laruarva asked:

[ Lucky Charms ] "Ah, yes, you two! The pair of siblings!" The pair of what. If the merchant had not been peering so uncomfortably intense into their eyes, Arval would have simply moved on with their evening without the slightest thought. Except the attention was quite evidently on them. Reds scanned the space around them till the source of the confusion made itself evidence, an individual with inhumanity in her elliptical pupils and the points of her ears, crimson as unsettling as their own. Upon a flicker of their gaze, one could argue their outfits bore resemblances, with the corsets and the billowed sleeves. What a coincidence. What a coincidence that would be such a shame to go to waste. Arval was not a wasteful person. "Is there something you are in need of?" All nonchalance was their question, a subtle confirmation of the false assumption. "These charms would just be a lovely set for two siblings. The colour of the crystals even matches your eyes!" A sale, then. When Arval turned to their dear sister, it was with an impish gleam in their eyes and lips curled catlike. To an outsider, it could almost appear as the playful nature of a younger sibling, to the two of them it was blatant amusement found in the misunderstanding. The ruse was left in her hands, now, whether she wished to stutter out clarifications or slink into the role presented to her.

She expects entirely to turn and be greeted by a giggling Elise, a simpering Camilla.

She sees neither, met instead by the gaze of a stranger, but she understands the resemblance rather quickly. Lips part, take shape to begin a hurried explanation for the poor, confused merchant, but she does not speak.

They are smiling at her, this stranger, and she feels her own creep unbidden across her cheeks. A little game-- a dishonest one, but hardly harmful-- Corrin decides she doesn't mind playing.

"How kind of you to notice!" Comes her chirp of a reply, glittering eyes returning to the offered charms as though they are the most interesting thing she has ever seen. They are quite pretty-- dainty things, likely handcrafted, with crimson centers that shine in the room's candlelight.

"I suppose it is too perfect a chance to pass," she says finally, nodding as a handful of coins is retrieved from her pocket. The exchange is quick, charms deposited into her hastily emptied palms, and the merchant tips their hat before disappearing in pursuit of their next sale.

With a giggle, Corrin extends one of the pair to her newly acquired sibling.

"It would be a shame to forget such a meeting, hm? What better a way to remember it by!" Her own charm, once the other has been taken, is fastened to the linen of her collar. "There. Oh! And you may call me Corrin."

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @princepsumbra asked:

[ Ylisse ] [ Kiss ] He's found, over the course of his life, that anything he once deemed passably tolerable becomes almost enjoyable when done with someone he loves. Her hands are a comforting weight in his own. Her mere presence is a comfort, truthfully, erasing the crease along his brows and the knot of tension sitting between his shoulder blades. "You look beautiful, Corrin," he murmurs, lips curling up in amusement as the bell on her collar jingles softly in time with their steps. How fitting; she always has reminded him of a cat. Later, he'll try blaming it on the ball or the two glasses of champagne coursing through his system for his breech in decorum. Right now, she's here, back in his arms, and he's just a man in love with his wife. Leo closes the scant distance between them and brushes his lips against hers.

It is, as it seems to have always been, impossibly easy to forget everything else for him. For as long as they are dancing, the strangest thing to have happened to her tonight would be that she only had to ask him once.

A breath of laughter, her cheeks tinging pink. "I think I look rather silly next to you," she teases, straightening the fold of his collar with her thumb. She has missed him miserably, and every movement is a reminder of why. The careful weight of his hand on her hip, the fit of his fingers between her own. The mirth in the emerald of his eyes, where his smile softens their edges.

And when he leans forward, a motion that might have scandalized him to perform so publicly another night, Corrin doesn't miss a beat in stealing every second of the contact that he will allow her.

Only after it ends, hardly more than a few heartbeats later, does the world return to center. A hum of content as she rests her forehead against his, lips upturned in a smile she can't seem to lose.

"I'm so happy to see you again."

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @machiot asked:

[ Makeup Parlor ]- A recent troupe of beauty specialists have been reserved to lend their services to the Ethereal Ball. (...) Marni is merely walking by when she stops in her tracks. She almost didn't recognize her in that dress, but isn't that... "Whoa, Emblem Corrin?! You look so" —careful with your word choice there Marni— "plain! What gives? Where are the thigh cutouts?" It's weird seeing an Emblem in plainclothes, much less an Emblem in plainclothes at the BALL. They don't need to talk about the fact that the back of Marni's dress is still sopping wet. This ain't about her right now. This is about Emblem Corrin. Marni all but shoves her crystal pendant in one of Corrin's hands and starts slowly draaaaaaaaaaaaaagging her over to the Makeup Parlor. "Here, come with your pal Marni!"

Emblem? Plain?

Tonight just keeps getting weirder.

"Oh, um-" Crimson eyes flit down to her dress. It is rather unassuming, but she didn't really see the issue. Unless it was her usual armor that the other referred to -- which is weird, since Corrin has never seen her before, so to think she would have a decent recollection of her attire is... hm... -- but wouldn't that be less appropriate for a ball?

Geez. Her head hurts. Maybe she should just ask Camilla to dress her next time.

In all of her thought, bewilderment plain on her face, there is hardly an opportunity for her to object. The girl ( Marni, she dubs herself, as though Corrin was supposed to have known such before already ) simply pulls her along. And Corrin lets her. What is she supposed to say? No?

"Have we met? I don't believe I've heard your name before..." Was she even listening? It's hard to tell. The fingers of her free hand, the one not yet bound by the sheer force of the girl's will, fumble to free a bell from her collar. She'll have to offer it as an apology for forgetting, although she's pretty sure she didn't forget at all.

"And, if you don't mind, where are we g-" She sees it then, ornate curtains and so much glitter in the air that it must be a hazard of some kind. And Marni is making a beeline for it. "...I see."

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @maligknightsthorns asked:

Familiar silver curls catch her eye and Camilla excuses herself from the professor she's speaking to. She makes a beelines to one of her favorite little sisters, her arms opened wide. "Did you miss your big sister?" She cooed. "You're so cute."

"Camilla!"

Eager arms encircle her sister, laughter bubbling up from her chest as she is swept into the familiar embrace. Home had been so empty in the absence of her siblings, lonely and cold in its eternal night, and Corrin finds such warm relief in reunion.

"Of course I did," she agrees, more than happy to bear her sister's smothering after months spent without it. "I'm so glad to see you again."

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ ⁺ @maeido asked:

" milady! m...milady corrin!! " the maid yells out; out of breath & ragged. she formally bows as usual before breaking the laws of retainer formalities. felicia takes hold of corrin's hands, gently clutching them between her own. " oh.. my kind lady, i heard you went on a voyage of sorts and by the time i arrived you were gone ! i think i almost going crazy looking for you...! " she pouts but smiles after lifting her gaze to see corrin's natural smile once more. her lady was sweet like white chocolate, strong enough to venture on her own and bright enough to melt her own worries away. her lady was made of daylight, smiles bright enough to outshine the sun, and one would think that you might go blind but you still can’t look away. felicia knew it’s cliché, but it doesn’t matter. her master was simply divine, none could out match her in her eyes. " but, alas, thank the heavens for bringing you back safely to us, i couldn't ask for nothing more than that. i hope your trip was fun !! how was it, i'd love hear your stories ! "

Home has followed her here, one piece at a time. It was only a matter of when her dearest friend would find her fumbling way to the monastery -- Jakob's arrival promised as much.

Corrin tells herself that she is grateful it had taken a little longer for them to reunite, that she doesn't know what she would have done if she had lost another familiar face to that dream.

Fingers clasp her maid's, ever unbothered by those silly etiquette rules she so frequently heard Jakob prattle off. Felicia was her friend, more than anything, and friends were permitted joyful reunions like these.

"I'm so glad you're here," her smile feels impossible to shake, the wraiths of Verdane falling away from her shoulders in the other girl's shining warmth. Even as Felicia questions, Corrin does nothing more than shake her head with a dismissive laugh.

"It was fine, but that hardly matters. It's been so long-- I'm sure we have plenty to tell each other both! There will be plenty of time to catch up. Oh! Have you seen the courtyards? There are so many more flowers here than back home-"

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @indevouement asked:

"my lady," jakob greets her with a smile ( he always does ! ), warm & genuine. hands settle themselves upon teacup , fine porcelain , heated to that of her liking. it is a simple fact jakob is inherently a follower - and that he likes to be. where corrin winds up , he is not far from following , dutiful retainer as he is. "as you would have expected, i found my way to you, as always." truth be told, it was uncomfortable to be separate. come the day corrin left , he knew he would leave too. and thus time repeats itself, on her return to the monastery, jakob comes, too. he remembers the first day he arrived. tea finds its way to fine china, in which he settles atop of serving plate and rests it upon his palm. in mimicry, he speaks. "may i show you around ?" of course, he knows corrin knows this place better than he does. and yet, it is his silent playfulness, an inkling of his humour - unspoken, don't you remember that day you offered me this ? "of course, i understand if that's not of your preference . . . " he backtracks. corrin was one of the few ( the only. ) that had the benefit of seeing what was not his blatantly dry humor. "lady corrin."

"As always," Corrin agrees, smile creasing the corners of her eyes. She is a creature of habit, a loyal thing, and in that she has lived a life easily imprinted upon by others. So much so that she feels their absences like a severed limb when they are far.

And Jakob's weighs heavier than most.

She does not have to tell him that she is glad to be in his company again, but she does anyway. She will continue to, every morning and evening until she tires of it. Which she won't-- she hasn't for this long, after all. He is a memory of all that is good, because he has been there for it all. Her shadow, her most dedicated of friends. He would certainly reject the notion, of course, but that has never once stopped her from believing it.

If her smile could ever possibly span wider than it does now, she is sure that it would. A giggle into her hand; of course she remembers. Not even death could pry such a recollection from her, as with their every reunion.

"I would be most honored," she chirps, a mimic of his never-wavering formality. Another breath of laughter. "Please, lead the way!"

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @justicespeared asked:

[Spaghetti and Meatball ] "Huh? What the..." Cynthia looks down at the dish. "Who serves a dish with one lousy meatball!" She pokes at it with a fork distastefully. She's hungry! She doesn't want just one meatball. She turns to her companion. "Is your dish as lousy as mine?"

Though she was seldom one to complain, Corrin had been wondering the same. It takes a quick surveying of the other plates arranged on the serving table to realize that no, they are not the only ones in such a predicament.

"It would seem so..." Her brows pinch, fascinated. Never before has she seen such a modest serving. Though she is hardly too upset by it, the other seems to be. Corrin holds her plate out.

"Take mine, then! It's hardly much more, but it's better than one."

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @sereneshymn asked:

[ Garden ] Though the ball is both beautiful and fascinating, it does not take long for Rafiel to feel the need to take a pause from the sometimes quite loud music and the lively chatter surrounding him from all sides. Luckily, he is soon directed to a door leading to large gardens that provide both a chance for repose and a much needed dose of fresh air. For a moment he walks slowly with his eyes closed, taking in the atmosphere; the silence feels even more calming than usually, shortly after walking out of noise. Until it causes him to zone out to the point where his wing smacks someone he passes by without looking, startling him awake and back to the here and now. "Ah!— I'm so sorry. How careless of me," he says quickly, taking a step back. Of course, he is aware that the chance of him hurting anyone with his wings is slim at best, but still - that was very clumsy and he could give the person in question an unpleasant surprise. The person in question, this time, being a young lady with long, platinum blonde hair and a beautiful dress. "I got lost in the fresh air of the evening and closed my eyes... I apologize for disturbing your walk." He smiles apologetically, shifting a little nervously. A thought crosses his mind, and he holds out the small bell. "May I offer this as an apology?"

She hits soft, feathery down with a muffled mmph, stumbling backwards with a start. It hadn't hurt-- arguably, it had been rather comfortable-- but Corrin didn't exactly walk into giant birds very often.

Or, well, giant bird-men. Though he isn't all that giant when she really looks. Flustered, the princess ducks into an apologetic curtsey.

"Please, there's no need to apologize. I should have been paying more attention myself."

Had he not accepted the blame so willingly, she would have been more than willing to take it all herself. It's too beautiful a night, the gardens so still in the moon's light. All the more perfect a place to let ones mind drift away from the world in front of them.

And Corrin is good at nothing if not forgetting herself

"Oh!" The jingle of his offering steals her attention, a sheepish smile warming her expression to mirror his own. Deft fingers undo another from her little arrangement of them, quiet laughter joining their chimes.

"A bell for a bell, then. Thank you!"

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @renaisguy asked:

[ Pomegranate ] Good work Forde. He'd seen the pomegranate seeds, and without trying just one to see if he'd like them, he'd filled a plate with them. Turns out, he didn't like them. "Hey!" He taps the shoulder of a random woman. "Would you be interested in trying these?" Perhaps if he pretends to be a waiter, he can pawn them off somewhere.

Corrin turns with a start, wide eyed as she takes in the man and his... strange platter. She blinks, considers a moment, and then decides that he was too kind to be told no about something so silly.

"Sure," comes her agreement, followed closely by a seed being plucked between her thumb and index finger. It glitters an odd, rich shade of red that she has never seen in a fruit before. With a hum, she plops it onto her tongue.

It's surprisingly sweet, and cracks loudly between her teeth when she bites down. Corrin hums. "Not too bad! Thank you."

From her collar she unpins a bell, smiling as she offers it in an open palm. "A fair exchange, then!"

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ ⁺ @hosannan asked:

"...Ah, hello there!" She hadn't known when was the right time to tag the young woman down, as she had people on board who were busy catching up with her. Nanna understood how that could feel. But the more she kept it off, the shyer the shell she felt herself curl into. She... "My name is Princess Nanna, of Nordion." Wasn't like that anymore. That's what she liked to tell herself, at least. "Thank you so much for coming on this journey with us. I wish for you to know, that your support means quite a lot to me." Her gratefulness gleamed from every feature on her face. "...If you are ever in need, I am there in an instance." She snapped, and a small flame flickered to life between her fingers. "Just like that."

There is a loneliness here, though not the same one that Corrin had grown acquainted with in her youth. This was not isolation, not a stone cage with only the stars to offer for company.

This was the loneliness of being a bystander, of watching reunions between people you do not know and only halfway understanding the gravity of what it is they must feel.

Princess' eyes flit upward, a smile finding its home on her lips as though it had never left. Nanna, the girl says, and Corrin thinks she could not imagine a more fitting name.

She is like sunlight, even with nothing but the flicker of stars and her own fire to illuminate her.

"I'm just glad to be able to help however I can." The dip of her chin is courteous, the kind taught to nobility for nobility. "I am Corrin, second princess of Nohr. I can only imagine how it must feel to return home under... such conditions."

Her head shakes now as though dismissing the subject. She is sure the other has enough weight to bear without her own reminder. "Do not hesitate to call on me just as well, okay?"

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✧ ⁺ ⁺  @elusivia​ asked:

It stood to reason that the living, breathing lords of history were not completely alike their Emblem counterparts, but old habits died hard. Without thinking, Zelkov silently took his place next to Corrin in the courtyard, standing at attention.

...

She was part dragon, was she not? He'd hoped that her ability to rejuvenate allies with the radiance of her presence was not simply a side effect of her spiritual self.

No, he felt just as sleep deprived, and the idleness of even a few moments was enough to irk him.

Oh, but he'd shown up all of a sudden and remained a mystery.

"Pardon me. This was supposed to be *refreshing*," he said to Corrin. "It seems to me there is no supernatural air in our company. My *memory* defied reason. I am Zelkov, of *Elusia*, of Elyos. I am sure you are well-spoken and pleasant as I once *knew* you... but what else I speak of must sound nonsensical."

She doesn’t even notice him at first. For a good long moment, this stranger is allowed to simply linger at her side with Corrin none the wiser. Only when his silhouette catches the very edge of her peripheral does she react, back stiffening and eyes widening. 

“...did you need something of me?”

Every new thing about him continues to be somehow more unnerving than the last. As if his presence wasn’t strange enough, the way he speaks furrows Corrin’s brows. Not even just the way, though, it’s the things he says. This stranger implies that he had known her, and yet no matter how hard she squints at his face... no bells are ringing.

“Ah, well- Zelkov, you said? I’m Corrin... though it seems like you knew that already. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” Refreshing? Supernatural? Perhaps it’s better not to ask...

A little smile crosses her features, even if a touch awkward. “Perhaps you could tell me of how it is we have met? I’ll admit, it seems to escape me now.”

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✧ ⁺ ⁺ @princepsumbra asked:

No, he's not fussing, thank you very much. Merely ensuring she's prepared for every eventuality he can possibly conceive. Who can blame him, when previous missions have resulted in his own downfall? Leo smooths down the cloak laying on her shoulders once more. "Stay vigilant. I know you have Jakob and that fool Laslow with you; promise me you won't let your guard down regardless." Hands trail down her arms until his fingers brush the backs of her own. Risks are part of the job. He knows that, is well acquainted with the realities of the world. Namely, that nothing goes to plan--even his carefully crafted ones. But watching a piece of his heart set out for a journey, alone, throws all logic out the window. His kiss is gentle. Sweet. "Come back to me," he whispers against her lips, parroting her own plea from months ago. Vulnerability is not his strong suit. Already he feels the latent urge to hide behind an impassive mask, paint a veneer of calm over the worry flicking across his features. She will not laugh in the face of his fear, nor think any less of him for it. She loves him all the same and it will always make his spin how freely she offers her love. "I love you, Corrin."

All around them is the commotion of preparation. Theirs is far from the only goodbye being spoken, but all of the others fade to a dull hum in the face of Leo's measured touch.

"I'll be okay." He's afraid, and it clings to him like a wraith. Few times has their separation been entirely willing, and fewer still have come without the fear of the unknown. Corrin catches his fingers in her own, weaves them together with a quiet little hum. Were there any merit to trying to make him believe it, she would spend the rest of her life doing so.

But it would be a waste. She knows too well that the only promises he puts faith in are the ones that he can see. Until this is over and she has returned, there is nothing that can ease his worry.

Corrin counts three heartbeats that he allows their lips to meet, feels them hammer in her chest. A smile finds its way upon her face as it always seems to, soft and bittersweet as he breathes against her.

"I love you," hands release his to creep up his arms, squeezing gently as though emphasizing such, "I'll be back soon, I promise. It'll be like I never even left."

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✧ ⁺ ⁺ @gentlenekomata asked:

Sparkling Water: Fresh spring water that has been magically carbonated. Served with a squeeze of lime or a dash of one of the many fruit syrups available at the bartender’s disposal.

Seeing so many unknown faces at the ball made Sakura a little nervous: not that she wouldn’t enjoy herself in such event, but sometimes, you just needed to pick up a conversation with someone close, easing the possibility to meet other people too. Hoping to find it sooner, the petite priestess stopped over at the bartender’s disposal, where many interesting cocktail made of sparkling water were offered as an easy way of refreshing the throat.

Right after picking her drink, she suddenly eyed a smile she would recognized among many others and what a greater occasion than this, to offer her a drink for an amiable conversation?

Without thinking twice, the petite princess picked up another glass from the disposal and quickly approached the feminine figure, wearing the best smile she could afford in that moment.

“What a lovely surprise to see you here too, Corrin” she greeted her, offering the glass full of a colourful liquid. “You look stunning!”

"Lady Sakura!"

The lively air has done as it always tends to, sweeping the princess up in its warmth and making her smile impossible to shake. Corrin greets the other with a hasty curtsy, crimson eyes glittering.

"You do as well! The season suits you," her younger sister blends right in amongst the colorful petals and gossamer that surround them.

With a hum of gratitude, Corrin accepts the offered glass. It's just water, glittering in the evening's golden light, but she affords it a curious sniff anyway before turning it up to her lips.

"Oh, this is... really good." Just so slightly flavored and bubbly--fascinating. Corrin takes another sip, lowering her glass only to hurriedly reach for the other's hand.

"Before I forget," her smile turns a touch sheepish, warmth creeping up her cheeks, "the flowers..."

And just as the words leave her mouth comes the blossom of petals at her throat, warm with the elemental magic that spurs it forth.

"Thank you, Sakura."