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[eyrienprince]

Lucivar is bemused, stressed, worried, and frustrated all at the same time, which does not make for a very happy Warlord Prince. He's channeling his nervous energy as he usually does, by practicing with the sticks, but he's shifted by now to just pitching knives at a tree and seeing how far he can embed them without using Craft, his teeth gritted

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[hourglasspriest]

From behind him, a mild, deep voice asks, "What did that poor tree do to you?"

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar turns around, relieved, and gives Saetan his trademark arrogant grin. "Nothing in particular, but you know me," he says dryly. "Anyway, it was better than throwing it at someone."

[hourglasspriest]

"Take care not to damage it too greatly." He crosses his arms and leans back on his heels. "Is there some person you're pretending that tree is?"

[eyrienprince]

He shrugs one shoulder. "Hmm. Could be one of several."

[topofadmiration]

Miranda has not yet learned that it is not polite to stare. There is no shock or embarrassment in it, nothing but pure curiosity. Hopefully it will not just unsettle Lucivar more.

[eyrienprince]

It takes him several moments to feel her eyes on his back, but when he does, he whirls around with a snarl, then realizes who it is and takes a step back, alarm flaring in his eyes. "Sorry," he says quickly, shuffling his feet a little.

[topofadmiration]

She shies away at once, bringing her hands up to hide her face. When he apologizes, she lowers them, slowly.

[eyrienprince]

He looks very embarrassed and ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry," he says again. "I'm not going to hurt you. I thought you might be someone else."