Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-28358106-20170817160045

(S9/Lu/Ant) Lucida listens to Lilrava with a raised brow, and rolls the map back into its case. "Okay, you saw Papa, aaaaaannnnnnd...?" She shrugs with her top two arms. "...What?"

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Thomas holds Antoinette, his hand on her nape as she keeps her head pressed against his chest, both her arms around him, his head resting on top of hers. The courage spell has long since worn off, but an entirely new emotion has filled Antoinette, warm and lasting, one that she has sought for a long time. Occasionally she sniffs, her eyes full of tears.

"I would lay down my life for you, my Lord." Her voice is soft.

"Luckily, you won't have to." Thomas' hand runs up her nape and into her hair, petting her. She sighs, then sniffs, closing her eyes as his hands work through her hair.

"I want to do nothing but stay in here with you." She nuzzles his hand, taking it in her own and kissing it before pressing it to the side of her face.

"All right, we can do that. We can move in tomorrow, and put the kitchen there, and the beds can go there," Thomas says, pointing to various areas of the small tent. Antoinette suddenly laughs, wiping her eyes and standing slowly.

"I could live anywhere with you, My Lord. Any place would do.  But I count myself blessed that we live in a beautiful home, with a beautiful family..."

Suddenly, the echoing voice of the announcers informs the audience that the next match will start in fifteen minutes. She looks down to him regretfully, but he places a hand on her arm and smiles.

"We can continue this later. I'll be in the stands, rooting for you."

"First, Lord, please..." Antoinette steps back and closes her eyes. Light envelops her body, encompassing her and compressing, until it coalesces into her bipedal form. She opens her eyes and smiles, reaching into a small pouch. She pulls out a small, white ribbon.

"A small vanity," she explains with a guilty smile. She draws a silver dagger from her belt and, turning, takes a handful of her long, silken tail, every bit as beautiful as her silver-golden hair. She ties off a lock of it with the ribbon, her gauntleted hands working expertly despite their bulk, and with a motion of her wriet, she cuts it loose with the dagger.

"For my Liege Lord, that he may remember me when I am away. That he may remember that my sword forever sings only for him, that my shield forever is at his front, and that my lance forever tilts at his foes."

She holds it up to Thomas, blushing. He takes it, both of his hands covering hers, causing her heart to pound again.

"I'll treasure it always, Antoinette. But not as much as I do you."

Shortly after, Antoinette, in her quadruped form, trots up to Maria. Her energy level is so different than what it was before, if she didn't look the same, Maria might think she was a completely different person. Before, her armor shined, now it is positively radiant. She almost seems to glow. Maria could swear by her body language that there are tiny red cartoon hearts floating in the air around her head, like bubbles.

"Are you ready to go, my friend?" She flashes a beautiful smile.