Langris Vaude.

She never changes, does she. Carefree as the day she was born.

What happened between him and his lesser was a family issue. Something no one but her could potentially relate to on that mangled together team. . . . He will not apologize for what transpired. . .But he has grown from then. Both mentally and in magic prowess.

He can feel the eyes of someone. Being a prodigy meant it’s a feeling he’s grown accustomed to. Although, the source was something of a small shock. He wouldn’t comment on it. Even kicked from her family, she still stood above him on the hierarchy of classes. He’s invested.

“. . .I will not address these accusations, your highness.”

His arrival signifies The Golden Dawns glory.

Shrine of these deities happen to look something like that?” A hand raising. Pointing outwards to the near distance. He could feel the power radiating from even their distance away. It was soothing. Relaxing. As if darkness was being pushed before he even arrived.

“. . .” @BlackBullsTaxi He knows what day it is. It’s the only reason he would dare show up to the cesspool of filth that’s the Black Bulls. “Congratulations on another year of coming closer to being a senile old pervert, brother.” It was. . . A start?

“I could use some slaves. Do you have any of those here, @HyliasHime? Work is exhausting.” Speaks high enough so @WonderFlames could hear.

classic mage to the ground in its rearing. “Gah—! You disgusting beast! How 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 you defy me!” Being embarrassed, let alone in front of her, was something Langris despised. Fingers cracking as his hand raised. Stopping himself at the final moment before such an act could —

“Is that a dagger I sense from your words?” Huffing with his head sticking upwards. If it rained, he’d most likely drown. Though, when she was involved, it was always out of teasing. “I’ll have you know. I am quite the rider—Although not as skillful as a certain princess.” —