Wheel and Deal

*Lucretia* · 11-17-2019, 05:22 PM

Lucretia was feeling particularly pigheaded lately. She was determined to make friends with the small female who had seemed to capture her sister and the Warlord's attention - or, as good as "making friends" as Lucretia could get. She wasn't well-versed in politeness. Bourbon was her friend by association; he'd lingered so long that she'd grown quite fond of his presence and noted his absence whenever he left her side. Strange, how these feelings had developed.

She'd tracked Iolaire this far. Luce walked the plateau with a certain shine to her eyes - it was an interesting place, full of queer items that she couldn't quite make heads or tails of. They all had a use, but as usual, Lucretia's mind was focused on remedies, unctions, and balms. The shimmer of spring sunshine glinting off of metal caught her attention. She watched Io pick up a vessel that looked useful for combining liquids and letting them set - perhaps sturdier than the gourds she'd once used for Deathbelle's pregnancy tonics. Her ears perked and she padded closer to the small, badger-colored woman. As usual, her other constant shadow aside from Bourbon lurked at her side - a sturdy albino raccoon trundled next to Lucretia, picking up items here and there and rotating them in her small hands. "Feverfew and I just wanted to see if you needed any help," Luce said, offering the Armada's ambassador a friendly grin. What had so captured Deathbelle's attention? The Empress wasn't easy to impress.

"lucretia mutters..."

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