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[color=9F000F][b]MENTIONS:[/b][/COLOR] [color=C0C0C0][color=9F000F]Alfonse[/color] [[@Zombehs]] and everyone else.[/color][/center]

[color=C0C0C0]Sherry flinched internally when the blond-haired broad opened up his big mouth to splutter absolute nonsense. Fire gathered within the confines of her chest as she swiveled her gaze in Andrion’s direction. Before she could give him a proper tongue-lashing, the [i]others[/i] wasted no time in tossing their kindlings into the flames. Their words were enough to make her flush in embarrassment, which quickly turned into fury. Even then, that fury didn’t stick around for long as she realized that the Archbishop himself might as well have been listening to everything. Anger melted into frustration and fear as ice crept through her veins. Nervously, she sent another look in the Archbishop’s direction, though the pale-haired man had quickly meandered away from the gates and motioned for them to follow. 

[b]”Come now, children. We have to make it through the tour if we wish to beat the storm,”[/b] he called over his shoulder. [b]”We are to visit the mess hall next. That is where all of you will…”[/b]

Sherry didn’t listen to the rest of what he said as the Archbishop began to guide them away from the vicinity of the garden. Heat surged within her as she whirled around to face the Ravaleth boy. [color=9F000F][b]”Think you’re so funny, huh?!”[/b][/color] She was very much intent on continuing her tirade, though she quickly realized that she was in no way enunciating her thoughts like a princess of her stature should. Faltering for a moment, she cleared her throat. [color=9F000F][b]”I would like to remind you of [i]who[/i] you are speaking to. My claim over your heads is not restrained to… just…”[/b][/color]

[color=9F000F][i]Hu-uh?[/i][/color] She blinked when she noticed a pale-haired minor lordling kneel before some flowers and hold something close to their colorful petals. [color=9F000F][i]Is that… no, it can’t be…[/i][/color]

Her anger once again faded away and she was immediately overcome with childish excitement. Sherry dashed over to Alphonse’s side, her eyes wide and shimmering with wonder. [color=9F000F][i]No way! It is![/i][/color]

[color=9F000F][b]”Is that a wyvern?!”[/b][/color] Sherry squealed with glee. It was so tiny– definitely not one of the bloodwyverns she was so accustomed to back in Grimdall– but its vibrant orange hue still distinguished it as one with Galbian blood. Was it a hellbender? Lindwurm? No, it was far too small to be one of those. Much to her disappointment, it was too young to tell its lineage. But why was it so damn cute?!

It just hit her; she was being indecent. Sherry flinched again, yet she wasted no time in bringing herself back up into a stiff-backed position as she hovered over Alphonse and peered down her nose at him. [color=9F000F][b]”Croix?”[/b][/color] she snorted. [color=9F000F][b]”I thought you hailed from House Kirlou.”[/b][/color]

Abyss take her, why did the little lord have a pure-blooded wyvern as a pocket-pet? Sherry didn’t even want to know. Was she going to complain about it? Eh, probably not for the time being.[/color]