They've both been busy but Leo, too, has made sure to keep his end of the deal. He's taken the time to write whenever he could - even if it meant sacrificing some sleep - and he has a tale of Nohrian royal family past ready for Lyric. He hasn't approached her with it yet, though since he finished he has carried it on his person in case she should ask about it.
Leo thinks that maybe she forgot about it by the time the Plegian's last night rolls around. He wouldn't blame her; she's been pulled in every direction during her time here. She doesn't have time for something silly like this but --
Unlike the first time they met in the library, Leo eagerly turns when he hears the sound of her voice. Much like a wolfskin's ears perking when you've grabbed their attention. Maybe his tail would be wagging, too.] Princess Lyric. I'm over here.
[ Unlike the first time they met in the library, Lyric approaches Leo with confidence, a friendly smile on her face. ]
You're up rather late. [ Then again, so is she - but she doesn't think that needs to be commented on. ] I'm glad I found you, though - I wanted to give you this before I left.
[ She holds out the scroll for him to take. ] It's not much, but I hope you like it all the same. [ What she's chosen to write has nothing to do with the royal family. Over her years of trying to be a good princess, she's met many people and heard countless stories of their lives, their beliefs, their dreams. So in the precious minutes she found between her numerous obligations she recorded what she could remember. The fables from a small village in the middle of the desert. A tale of love from a Plegian woman and her Ylissean wife. Stories she heard from Vero when she was much younger and stubbornly resisting sleep. Truly, there's only one thread connecting everything she's sharing with him: it's all Plegian. ]
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They've both been busy but Leo, too, has made sure to keep his end of the deal. He's taken the time to write whenever he could - even if it meant sacrificing some sleep - and he has a tale of Nohrian royal family past ready for Lyric. He hasn't approached her with it yet, though since he finished he has carried it on his person in case she should ask about it.
Leo thinks that maybe she forgot about it by the time the Plegian's last night rolls around. He wouldn't blame her; she's been pulled in every direction during her time here. She doesn't have time for something silly like this but --
Unlike the first time they met in the library, Leo eagerly turns when he hears the sound of her voice. Much like a wolfskin's ears perking when you've grabbed their attention. Maybe his tail would be wagging, too.] Princess Lyric. I'm over here.
[He waves her over to his little corner.]
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You're up rather late. [ Then again, so is she - but she doesn't think that needs to be commented on. ] I'm glad I found you, though - I wanted to give you this before I left.
[ She holds out the scroll for him to take. ] It's not much, but I hope you like it all the same. [ What she's chosen to write has nothing to do with the royal family. Over her years of trying to be a good princess, she's met many people and heard countless stories of their lives, their beliefs, their dreams. So in the precious minutes she found between her numerous obligations she recorded what she could remember. The fables from a small village in the middle of the desert. A tale of love from a Plegian woman and her Ylissean wife. Stories she heard from Vero when she was much younger and stubbornly resisting sleep. Truly, there's only one thread connecting everything she's sharing with him: it's all Plegian. ]