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[sylvan]

[The video comes at an odd angle, all wild waves of vivid green hair, occasionally rocking nauseously to reveal pale, creamy skin and the flash of dark blue eyes or part of a nervous but friendly smile -- much like the voice that comes over the airwaves.]

I've... never used something like this before, so I hope it's working! [Her laugh comes soft, chiming a few times before dissipating. The screen shakes and a slender hand comes into view, gesturing as she speaks. Slowly her appearance becomes a little more visible; a sideways angle of about two-thirds of her face comes into focus. Though the angle is odd, it's clear that she is an attractive woman and while uncomfortable, she radiates warmth.]

I'm not really sure where I'm going with all of this, I hadn't had much of a plan in mind when I started. [Another soft laugh that implies she's lost in more than one sense of the word. It doesn't reach her eyes, nor does the smile any longer.]

I do have a question, though, if no one minds it. What now?

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[onehandsomeslickninja]

[The mask saves him from the indignity of her seeing a brief jaw-drop in its full glory, before he lifts a hand to his head.]

Aside from getting a message to the Feymarch not being the easiest thing -- I feel confident, absolutely entirely confident, that I speak for everybody when I say you have a standing invitation to any court or any home of any of us, any time, any reason!

[Frustrated, he brings that hand around to rub his forehead a minute.] You never thought me being a prince was special. Why should me being a king be any different?

[sylvan]

[ His eyes and eyebrows give a bit of it away, but not its extent. She's forever grateful that he doesn't wear a full face mask. ]

I don't live there anymore. [ She hadn't meant to let it slip out so easily, but she figures he's bound to find out sooner or later. She keeps her expression as neutral as possible aside from her lips thinning impossibly; it's a testament to the effort she is putting in to not showing any sign of emotion. ]

Forget it. You wouldn't understand. [ He probably couldn't understand, anyway. It's not his fault just like it isn't Cecil's or Edward's or anyone else. It's like she's on the outside looking in, like she no longer has a place with them. She ignores the last big because she doesn't really have an answer to it and silence is better than admitting to that. ]

[onehandsomeslickninja]

What do you mean, you don't live there any more? [Of course it's news to him, and he gives her comment of him not understand a pass because it's clearly inspired by emotion rather than logic. How could he understand something he didn't know, after all?] What happened?

[He sits up straight, his hands dropping to the hilts of his blades. Never mind that the Feymarch is inaccessible from here and might as well be even from Eblan, that wouldn't stop him if someone had dared mistreat her!]