'Mom...' Zafiria's eyes stung as she dropped into a quick curtsy. It wasn't like their court to not announce her into a meeting such as this. Her father bowed and gestured for her to join him up on the dais.
They all listened intently to Chris Falcon's recounting of the events he knew.
Chris was eloquent with his words, complimenting and manoeuvring the conversation like someone who has spent a lot of time in a court. It made her burn with curiosity, there was too much unknown about him. Much to her own embarrassment, she tried to suppress the rose that she could feel tinting her cheeks. A simple compliment shouldn't be encouraged in such a way and yet she had never before been referred to as a Wind Master. Sure, she was good at it but not nearly as good as her mother or the Masters of old. Zafiria considered herself to be more on the intermediate level of skill.
"Welcome home my Queen." King Ozias rumbled, smiling briefly with warmth rolling from his eyes. "I must admit," he spoke after a contemplative pause "I don't recall invinging any specific warrior here, ony putting out a general call to knowledge as it were." he then turned to his wife "Did you, my dear, in your wisdom invite him here?" many would take such a public question as insult but it was simply how her parents communicated. They were very open with their thoughts and it gained the respect and support of many. She knew that her father loved and respected her mother as much as she did him, they were gifted very differently but both incredibly intelligent and wise.
They all listened intently to Chris Falcon's recounting of the events he knew.
Chris was eloquent with his words, complimenting and manoeuvring the conversation like someone who has spent a lot of time in a court. It made her burn with curiosity, there was too much unknown about him. Much to her own embarrassment, she tried to suppress the rose that she could feel tinting her cheeks. A simple compliment shouldn't be encouraged in such a way and yet she had never before been referred to as a Wind Master. Sure, she was good at it but not nearly as good as her mother or the Masters of old. Zafiria considered herself to be more on the intermediate level of skill.
"Welcome home my Queen." King Ozias rumbled, smiling briefly with warmth rolling from his eyes. "I must admit," he spoke after a contemplative pause "I don't recall invinging any specific warrior here, ony putting out a general call to knowledge as it were." he then turned to his wife "Did you, my dear, in your wisdom invite him here?" many would take such a public question as insult but it was simply how her parents communicated. They were very open with their thoughts and it gained the respect and support of many. She knew that her father loved and respected her mother as much as she did him, they were gifted very differently but both incredibly intelligent and wise.
