[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Alex's bright eyes turn to Saya. Despite their brightness, they look... glassy. Foggy. Distant.


"...The Bird Kings do not share their information with us readily. Facts are a commodity to them. That said, there have been no reports of any birds passing over the border, and I've caught no sign of them with my reconnaissance. My apologies."

Adara chuckles as Baylee stomps away.


"How charming. I hope the rest of you have trained your manners as well as her - I won't have any 'please ma'ams' or 'by thy wills' while I'm around, either. They're officially banned here! Speak plainly and speak as you feel. That is the first term of our service!"

Dorian ignores his comrade's over-the-top declarations in favor of talking about something useful. Rather than simply telling, however, he shows Sunny the extent of his power...

By doing a pirouette, followed by a few sensuous gestures. It's rather hard now to miss the relatively form-fitting nature of his outfit underneath the scarf. When he does speak, he puts on a ridiculous 'posh' accent.


"I am a dancer of unparalleled verve and vivaciousness, madame! A performer bringing light to the hearts of my comrades on the battlefield!" He returns to speaking like normal. "I'm sure it seems as silly as a clam on a canary, but trust me: there's a certain magic to performing, same as comes out of your books and staves. I'll be a useful ally to have on the field."

Alex simply nods.


"I can verify his claims. It helps."