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Who: reign_of_power, ofasandgoddess
When: Backdated - Nov. 21st - Evening/Night
What: While Nabooru may have something for his birthday, she also has something else that's been weighing heavily upon her mind...
Where: TD-11 (Nabooru's Quarters)
Warnings: To. Be. Determined. And then they did all the fighting and Nabs got exiled. Again.
Him coming to see me rather than the other way around can be contrived as me needing to owe him a debt. Of all people in the world I owe anything, I don't want it to be him.
It wasn't that she didn't trust him. Blood broke past most suspicion, of course, and whether it was a literal relation the two had, or a metaphorical one, Nabooru wasn't entirely sure how she felt about her once great (and still great) king coming to her. Perhaps not so long ago it would have been the other way around. Perhaps. In fact, when she searched her memory, she realised that it was almost always more common for her to go see him rather than vice versa.
She straightened out her room, not that it wasn't already, but simply tidied it up a little more. A hand upon her hip and the other settling at the base of her chin, she stood with her back to the door to get a final look around. Everything seemed in place. If it had been someone else, say perhaps Byrne or Shinon or anyone else (other than Knuckles) that she'd allowed into her room, she probably would have hidden her wide array of pictures. Because she had a lot of them.
Two plus years did that to a woman. And every picture was worth at least one thousand words, she'd decided.
All the same, there was naught much to do after the fact, except to wait. And knowing her king, he'd continue being a punctual man and it'd only be a few minutes longer, she imagined. Unless, of course, he was preening. But it wasn't as though he had any need to impress her.
When: Backdated - Nov. 21st - Evening/Night
What: While Nabooru may have something for his birthday, she also has something else that's been weighing heavily upon her mind...
Where: TD-11 (Nabooru's Quarters)
Warnings: To. Be. Determined. And then they did all the fighting and Nabs got exiled. Again.
Him coming to see me rather than the other way around can be contrived as me needing to owe him a debt. Of all people in the world I owe anything, I don't want it to be him.
It wasn't that she didn't trust him. Blood broke past most suspicion, of course, and whether it was a literal relation the two had, or a metaphorical one, Nabooru wasn't entirely sure how she felt about her once great (and still great) king coming to her. Perhaps not so long ago it would have been the other way around. Perhaps. In fact, when she searched her memory, she realised that it was almost always more common for her to go see him rather than vice versa.
She straightened out her room, not that it wasn't already, but simply tidied it up a little more. A hand upon her hip and the other settling at the base of her chin, she stood with her back to the door to get a final look around. Everything seemed in place. If it had been someone else, say perhaps Byrne or Shinon or anyone else (other than Knuckles) that she'd allowed into her room, she probably would have hidden her wide array of pictures. Because she had a lot of them.
Two plus years did that to a woman. And every picture was worth at least one thousand words, she'd decided.
All the same, there was naught much to do after the fact, except to wait. And knowing her king, he'd continue being a punctual man and it'd only be a few minutes longer, she imagined. Unless, of course, he was preening. But it wasn't as though he had any need to impress her.