Oh rats, look like he startled her. One ear flicked back as he remembered the pregnant femme he'd accidentally scared stiff when he came racing in and flopping forward on his face. This femme however was no skittish lamb and she turned sharply in his direction glaring at him through narrowed eyes.
She spoke and introduced herself as Azalea Adravendi. The former heir. Ohhhhh boy?. Baldur had the feeling he'd managed to walk right into a political mess. Had she not been to see Erani yet? Perhaps her current rank had been revoked? Come to think of it Baldur had utterly no clue who was currently the heir if they even had one at all. She asked him a question and he answered.
"I haven't been here long, barely a season now. You should talk with Erani regarding your rank, as far as I know no heirs been named." He wasn't quite sure where to take the conversation, caught slightly by her unusual appearance now that she was up out of the grass. The crimson helm she bore contrasting sharply with her snowy gown. "I take it you've been away?" An extension to the conversation though not a question that needed answering if she chose to steer them in another direction.
