[color=8882be][b]Telaivas Telamonius Turanis[/b][/color][hr]
[color=c05982]“Of course. Such inventions are very interesting, but of course I have also come a long way in my own studies. We could share my competence in the magical sciences that you’ve yet to see firsthand when we exchange our learning in the eve.”[/color]

That... was not exactly the response she wanted from her. While she had started the conversation without any expectations, such a response was definitely not what she wanted. With such a lukewarm reaction and the casual dismissal of her creation, one she had [i]toiled[/i] to make with her own hands, it was hard not to feel slighted. True, she did not hunt the deer and cure its hide for the leather, nor did she forge the caps herself, but crafting it into gloves, attaching the caps, and making sure everything fits was solely her work and hers alone. She filled a book, and gone through a few quills and ink wells writing solely about the gloves alone, in her efforts to actually make it work.

[color=c05982]“I am sure you are excited to learn under Thornwell himself while you are here. As we all have been.”[/color]

[color=8882be]"Why yes, there would be scarce any person who would miss such a chance after all." [/color]She had gone back to her usual mannerism, wearing that same light smile and gentle demeanour most know her for. [color=8882be]"I do hope I'm worthy of such tutelage. It'd be dreadful should they find my skills lacking."[/color]

She laughed a little at that, crinkling the corners of her eyes slightly as she did so. 

[color=8882be]"Ah, but I do apologize, I did not mean to keep you to myself. I assume you have better to do than listen to me drivel on about myself."[/color] Giving a small curtsy, she continued. [color=8882be]"Farewell for now."[/color]

With that, Telaivas wandered off though the hall, tailed by Frua and Ser Aivas. She stayed long enough so as not to be considered rude, meeting other less significant people, and then made for her quarters, taking determined strides once she was certain no one could see. 

Her pent up emotions exploded almost immediately after she stepped through the door to her room and locked it behind her, locking Ser Aivas out in the process. [color=8882be]"That stupid stuck up dumb HARLOT!"[/color]

Frua moved as if to say something, before a backhanded fist slammed into her face, sending her reeling backwards. She barely had enough time to recover before Telaivas threw another punch at her, catching her in the ribs. Collapsing, she made no effort to defend herself, as the princess started kicking her, venting her rage at her servant. It did not last too long however, for soon Telaivas collapsed on top of Frua, exhausted but still fuming. Wordlessly Frua wrapped her arms around her, sitting up as she did so. Breathing heavily, Telaivas leaned on her maid, muttering curses under her breath.

[color=8882be]"Ah wait, that's right. Frua,"[/color] she spoke, smiling broadly. [color=8882be]"You can speak now."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"That fucking hurts you bitch. Going on a tantrum because some tart won't give you the time of day? Bloody kill yourself why don't you? Save me the pain of another beating because you can't handle some pompous arse." [/color]

It made for a strange scene, for Frua's neutral expression or inflection barely changed during her rather scathing speech. Stranger still was Telaivas' reaction, or lack thereof, for her grin never left her face during that tirade, nor did she seem fazed by her own servant badmouthing her to her face.

[color=8882be]"About that last part,"[/color] she stretched out a hand towards the ceiling, glancing at the glove she wore. [color=8882be]"I may already have a plan for that."[/color]