"If anything your majesty," Emrys replied, using the polite pronoun since they were around others. "You should be smiling. This meeting could change your country."
Nothing in her tone had any rudeness in it, if anything it could almost have been called teasing.

He raised an eyebrow and try to smile naturaly, without mutch success at first but it soften as he speak to her. " No nead to be so formal, isn't anyone here that would willingly go speak to the old man about it and let me correct you a bit, it's not could but will, no matter the outcome."

Emrys laughed quietly, but she smiled a little when his smile became a little more natural.
"Alright Averill, a natural smile isn't a bad look on you." She blew her short hair out her face again. It always got in her face and she hated it. It was almost easier having long hair.
"We can work on your social skills when all of this is over."

Lidia smiled, nodding. "I know how much she hates this place, and I've seen her and her companion interacting today.", The blonde smiled a little wider. "She'll be a good ally."


Riften looked down when he was hugged, his cheeks where still flushed. "Yeah, I guess you're right...", Riften murmured,ears slightly pricked. "I... I just hate it when you have an upset tone, it hurts my, my heart." He leaned his head on Amias's chest. Riften made a soft noise when Amias ran his fingers through his hair.
"Don't mess it up.", He muttered.

He blush slightly in embarasemen. " I guess it would be a good idea." Noticing that her hair style was getting on her nerves he scoot closer. " Look like it's not the right cut for you, i can fix this if you want, this way you won't eat your hairs all the time."

Amias still kept a soft smile on his face as he ran his fingers through his hair a couple more times.
"I'll try not to get upset at you too often then." He said quietly. "I won't mess it up, I promise. It's always so soft though..." He laughed slightly, deciding to stop before he actually did mess his hair up.

Emrys looked up and laughed just a little.
"I guess I am always blowing it out of my face. How would you fix it?" She asked, brushing he rbangs out of her face once again out of habit. "I didn't know you knew anything about hair."

(Ahhh, they need to kisss.)
Riften snuggled up close to him, a soft noise coming from him. He was still blushing, but it was a soft tint on his face now that he got used to the attention.
"Getting upset is inevitable though, Amias.", Riften murmured, his eyes shut. "That's because I brush it thoroughly. Now I have to tie it back up though." He sighed when Amias pulled his hand away. Riften sat up, pulling out the ribbon in his hair and re-tied it up.

He shrug " Only a few things, you can cut them shorters on the sides or use a lesser spell to keep the strands near your face in place. While i am not too good with complex spells i was forced to learn the basis so the old men could brag about me, at least some of it is usefull."

Odelina looked over at Riften and Amias. They were so precious together. She looked back down at her hands. Waiting was oddly hard.