There doesn't appear anything wrong in Flayn's greeting. Tiana is, after all, the wife of the king and with Claude back in Almyra, she can firmly say she is also the mother of a prince. No one can doubt her position in the court now, really.
Claude's head turns slightly when he hears Flayn. He hadn't expected that. Likewise, Tiana's eyes widen just slightly with surprise, a smile forming at Flayn's greeting. Flayn bows and both can recognize it as the Fodlan bow they're familiar with. Claude raises a hand to his heart and bows at the hip. Slightly different from what Flayn would be used to.
Tiana returns the greeting in turn, "The pleasure is mine. She raises a hand to her chest and bends at her knee, demonstrating a type of curtsy. She then steps forward to place both hands on Claude's arms. He bows just slightly so she can kiss his forehead. Stepping back, she speaks to the both of them, "There's no need to be so boring and formal. It's a festival, after all. Tonight, we're among family and friends."
She shows them over to her table and Claude will escort Flayn over taking a seat beside her. There's food set out on the table already along with drinks. Tiana introduces her company-- her two retainers (one of which is Fatima) and a few friends and their children.
The group seems to settle into speaking Fodlandese mixed with Almyran easily enough, though there are some humble apologies at first. They only ever really practice with Tiana and well... she isn't exactly the most refined lady! (Tiana slaps one of them on the shoulder for the joke.)
"We were worried when you didn't wake up," One of them remarks, "But it must have been difficult leaving home so suddenly... Especially under the circumstances..."
It seems to be accepted that Flayn's sleep was attributed to shock and as the conversation begins to turn serious, Claude cuts in,)
I didn't know this was a council. This is our last evening before we return to work.
(Fatima laughs, "Some of us never stopped, Khalid." The other retainer shoves her gently. If she wanted breaks like everyone else, she should have become something besides a medic. "Or maybe all of you could stop getting hurt!" While they're distracted and the conversations begin to splinter into individual ones, Claude and Flayn can speak to each other properly again,)
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There doesn't appear anything wrong in Flayn's greeting. Tiana is, after all, the wife of the king and with Claude back in Almyra, she can firmly say she is also the mother of a prince. No one can doubt her position in the court now, really.
Claude's head turns slightly when he hears Flayn. He hadn't expected that. Likewise, Tiana's eyes widen just slightly with surprise, a smile forming at Flayn's greeting. Flayn bows and both can recognize it as the Fodlan bow they're familiar with. Claude raises a hand to his heart and bows at the hip. Slightly different from what Flayn would be used to.
Tiana returns the greeting in turn, "The pleasure is mine. She raises a hand to her chest and bends at her knee, demonstrating a type of curtsy. She then steps forward to place both hands on Claude's arms. He bows just slightly so she can kiss his forehead. Stepping back, she speaks to the both of them, "There's no need to be so boring and formal. It's a festival, after all. Tonight, we're among family and friends."
She shows them over to her table and Claude will escort Flayn over taking a seat beside her. There's food set out on the table already along with drinks. Tiana introduces her company-- her two retainers (one of which is Fatima) and a few friends and their children.
The group seems to settle into speaking Fodlandese mixed with Almyran easily enough, though there are some humble apologies at first. They only ever really practice with Tiana and well... she isn't exactly the most refined lady! (Tiana slaps one of them on the shoulder for the joke.)
"We were worried when you didn't wake up," One of them remarks, "But it must have been difficult leaving home so suddenly... Especially under the circumstances..."
It seems to be accepted that Flayn's sleep was attributed to shock and as the conversation begins to turn serious, Claude cuts in,)
I didn't know this was a council. This is our last evening before we return to work.
(Fatima laughs, "Some of us never stopped, Khalid." The other retainer shoves her gently. If she wanted breaks like everyone else, she should have become something besides a medic. "Or maybe all of you could stop getting hurt!" While they're distracted and the conversations begin to splinter into individual ones, Claude and Flayn can speak to each other properly again,)
... Sorry about that.