It was a nice drink -- technically some kind of alcoholic one that might've been a kind of wine, but there wasn't much bite to it at all, just a very, very nice fruity, berry-ish flavor. Maybe it was no wonder it seemed to be their go-to... but if it were so weak, why was her friend bemoaning how it wouldn't get him inebriated? Oh well.
"I'm certain this won't be the last time, if she commonly ignores what people are telling her, to work herself up about something she's being told repeatedly is entirely false."
"Speaking of what people were telling her, dear...."
"Right. Right." He rolled his eyes, but didn't actually protest. One dismissive hand-gesture later, and his fancy robes were returned to his far more ordinary garb. He reached up, pulling his hair back from his face, and as he gathered it back, it darkened a little back into a more usual shade of blond, shorter again, and now tied without him having tied it. The circlet had completely disappeared; aside from his fancy staff, there wasn't really anything left of the apparently-royal figure he'd been a mere moment ago. He seemed more relaxed this way, leaning back in his chair and settling there with a deep breath.
"I know she's enthusiastic, but if she really refuses to hear what people are telling her... I'm afraid we may see a good deal more of this." Mallia bit her lower lip, unhappy with the notion. "How often did she work herself up into this before?"
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Date: 2024-04-04 07:11 am (UTC)"I'm certain this won't be the last time, if she commonly ignores what people are telling her, to work herself up about something she's being told repeatedly is entirely false."
"Speaking of what people were telling her, dear...."
"Right. Right." He rolled his eyes, but didn't actually protest. One dismissive hand-gesture later, and his fancy robes were returned to his far more ordinary garb. He reached up, pulling his hair back from his face, and as he gathered it back, it darkened a little back into a more usual shade of blond, shorter again, and now tied without him having tied it. The circlet had completely disappeared; aside from his fancy staff, there wasn't really anything left of the apparently-royal figure he'd been a mere moment ago. He seemed more relaxed this way, leaning back in his chair and settling there with a deep breath.
"I know she's enthusiastic, but if she really refuses to hear what people are telling her... I'm afraid we may see a good deal more of this." Mallia bit her lower lip, unhappy with the notion. "How often did she work herself up into this before?"