Virka took a few steps away from the guard as the princess strted talking to him.  He was sure he could have gotten her in with a little more effort, but she didn't seem intent on doing so.
[color=mediumvioletred]"... hey Virka?  I know it's a bit optimistic ... but do you think there's a way we could stop these animosities through a different method?  Forever?"[/color]
[color=a187be]"Well, if there were only one nation, there couldn't very well be animosities between them, could there?"[/color] Virka grinned at his joke.  [color=a187be]"But in more seriousness, weddings and common enemies would probably be the best chances at peace.  And it's the common enemy angle I would push."  He paused and playfully added, "Unless you want to run off to Hiertania and marry one of their dull-haired princes."[/color]

[color=4682B4] “Princess Faylinn, Ambassador Munni."[/color]  Ský Tunglið approached with a respectable greeting.
[color=a187be]"Hey, Ský,"[/color] Virka threw back unprofessionally, [color=a187be]"What's the wind have to say today?"[/color]  That was a slang phrase the common folk used to indirectly ask for news and gossip.  And some would say it was not fitting to come from a royal ambassador.