voice | un; quickfish

[kisha]

It seems this world is similar to my own.

I will take your questions, before one of you ends up causing an incident.

If you plan to actually attempt to blend in here... find me. You will need far more than just words to guide you.

[No offense, but she's seen how some of you act... and some of your dressing attempts.

Though her attempt at offering to help maybe isn't that much better.]

Comments

[kisha]

If you procure one, I am familiar with the mannerisms.

[All the nobility who visited on Exhibition Day came accompanied, after all.]

You will probably want to also procure a hat.

[ofobedience]

What kind of hat.

[he sounds distinctly dubious]

And what about you? What's your cover story?

[kisha]

One for travel, perhaps- with a wide brim.

[To hide the shortness and the color.]

I am not suited to traverse the halls of nobility as I am- I will be as I am. A lordless warrior.

[ofobedience]

I'll consider it.

[Honestly it'd be an improvement, have you seen his hair...]

And, well. If you can think of a reason you'd need me at your side, I'm obviously going to need a chaperon, most of the time. Although I'm sure I can find more than one, so as not to be a constant burden.

[And considering his usual behaviour...he seems remarkably accepting of that.]

[kisha]

[Sadly, she has.]

I suppose I owe you that much, should there be somewhere you wish to go.

[... Seeing as she'd left him half dead under a dragon.]

[ofobedience]

I'll say.

[A little slyly. He hasn't forgotten.]

[kisha]

[Just... this face.

Except audio.]

[ofobedience]

[Met with this face...except audio.]