Adam Riposte
βStalker much.β
Adam snickered subtly, but it was clear that the girl had ears like a bat as she harrumphed in response. At Bronwynβs wink, Adam had to grin, because it was becoming evident the two of them had a lot in common. βCareful sweetheart, if that really is the case who knows what I might do.β he teased back as he went to catch up with the girl.
The little lady continued walking as the students followed after her, and at Bronwynβs question she simply sniffed and raised her chin. βLady Mamie Puckett-Rowennsa, Head Librarian here at Mystveil and a close acquaintance to Lady DuβCastiΓ¨r. I keep charge of the buildingβs extensive collection of archives and files, as well as its books and artifacts, which you will see only half of once we reach the Academy Library. The rest is under my dutiful protection in the catacombs of the Academy. Satisfied?β She asked, eyeing Bronwyn with a look that said she knew exactly why the duchess had asked the question to begin with.
Adam frowned, still at a loss for what the heck was happening. βIβm sorry, youβre how old?β
A book flew out of nowhere and hit him square in the face.
βMister Riposte, you must never as a lady her age! Now come along, I havenβt got all day.β
Rubbing his nose, he picked up the books again and begrudgingly followed again, scowling as he went.
Malo Traduro-Gavishea
Malo noticed her less enthusiastic look, and wondered if something was bothering her. Was she not proud of them? They had helped a great many people, so surely they werenβt bad people themselves? He shrugged the thought off, unsure how to really approach the topic as talking about feelings was not his strong suit.
βPlease donβt say that. Iβm still wrapping my head around this whole βPrinceβ thing.β He gave an empty laugh, and was glad to change the subject as she mentioned the muffin being her own recipy. βItβs good. I donβt like fruit, personally, but berries are alright, and theyβre blueberry right? Good choice.β He said, finishing the cake and licking the crumbs off his fingers. Looking around, he noticed that most of the students were making their way to the dorms, and he was getting kind of tired of carrying his bag.
βHey, I donβt suppose you know where weβre supposed to be going do you? I would try to work it out myself, but Iβm not so used to finding my way around, umβ¦ this kind of place.β A battle camp, sure, he could have the whole place worked out in one walk around without a problem, find his tent, the armoury, and even several exits in case of an attack. But a year had passed and he was still finding himself getting lost in the palace, a place he was supposed to know and consider as a home.