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	That term had wiggled its way into the conversation, [i]old-fashioned[/i]; not just once but multiple times. Elizaveta detested the phrase, one that was used against her time and time again. People telling her that she was old-fashioned, that she was too rooted in the past, that she needed to be a more modern woman despite the fact that she took her title into her own hands and went among her people in a way that most regents would never even consider. Yet, she did not let her feathers ruffle. She had heard it so many times, she let it go, rolling off her calm exterior like water off a ducks back; or in this case a swans. A gentle smile played on her lips as she chose the words to reply to Mei's sudden speech against [i]old fashion notions.[/i]

	[color=a187be]"I will admit that I both agree and disagree with you on this topic. Why we do need to make progress towards a more modern outlook and in turn actions, some things are so deeply rooted in tradition for a reason. On one hand, I believe that titles in the end mean nothing. A true ruler is not defined by the blood they were born with but by the blood they shed for their people and their willingness to lay themselves on the line for the greater good. A ruler that is not willing to get down in the muck and mire along side their own people has no right to lead to them for they cannot understand what their people are living through if they are not able to live through it themselves. How can one help if one does not educate themselves? It is like requesting a handmaiden to save the life of a man who is wounded in battle. They can try, they will fumble, and most likely fail where a surgeon who is educated in such matters stands a far better chance,"[/color] Veta said in a dignified voice. Pausing for a moment before she continued. 

	[color=a187be]"And yet some things that a person may consider to be old-fashioned are deeply rooted traditions for a reason and are in fact simply timeless. Courtesy, integrity, courtship, etiquette, compassion; such things should never be forgotten. Perhaps titles and ceremonies are a bit out dated but they give us and our people something to hold onto, something that bridges the gaps between class and monetary security. Why else would be here? Betrothal is considered an old-fashion practice that I would suspect many here are not in favor of and yet here we are. To create bridges between our nations and ourselves to what we hope in the end will be for the betterment of each paired nation. And for those that find solace in their pairings a strong foundation that isn't based on a momentary and perhaps fleeting attraction,"[/color] she added, a gentle smile playing on her lips. 

	[color=a187be]"Though I will admit, Princess Meow would have caused me to take a step back and then perhaps to burst out in a chortle. It does have a nice ring to it,"[/color] she added with a dove like giggle. Seeing her betrothed enter the room Veta nodded in greeting. [color=a187be]"Good morning dear, I trust you slept well,"[/color] she said in a kind voice, opting to ask about why he had been out so early with another later on; when less eyes and ears were on them. It would not be good nor proper to start a confrontation in the middle of breakfast; especially after he had all but ignored her farewell and goodnight the evening before. Something she wondered how many had taken note of. It was not boding well that her betrothed should blush at another in just speaking while a kiss on his cheek did not even render an acknowledgement from his soon to be wife.  

	Turning her attention to Feora as she entered the room, Elizaveta pushed the future conversation out of her mind. Down casting her eyes she gave a slight curtsy towards Feora. [color=a187be]"Good morning to you Princess Feora, a truly beautiful color choice. It compliments you in such a more endearing fashion than it does me,"[/color] she said lightly as she looked at her own shirt and then Feora's. They seemed to have a similar taste in what needed to be worn that morning, picking similar outfits - down to the same shade of blouse, wearing jeans, and boots. [color=a187be]"One would think we planned this."[/color]