[h2]Sophia Skyheart & Neva (interaction with Milly, Korrigan, and Zaegar)[/h2] Sophia's smile turned into a frown as she watched the two men fluff themselves up like birds, ready to impress their opponent no matter what the cost. When Milly asked her decision, she was taken aback on the matter. Not used to this kind of power, not over people she considered potential friends rather than servants, she took a moment to think it through. [i]'Korrey is too important for this duel to possibly cost him more than just a first blood... The entire dynamic of the upcoming future of our military could change drastically with somebody else in charge of House Umbraisis. But when have I seen him lose? Then again...'[/i] Sophia's blue eyes gave Zaegar a thorough examining, top to bottom, and then bottom to top. He seemed... older than herself, but some how he gave her an odd chill, as if he had something to hide. Perhaps that was just her imaginings? Probably so. [i]'All I want to do is sit by a cozy fire...'[/i] She gave a sigh. Maybe Korrey's proclamation of giving this vagrant whatever he desired, within Korrey's power, would be enough to make Zaegar uphold his honor? It was always good to back situations like that up with some power, some raw, undeniable power. Her eyes shifted to the legendary pokemon in their company. [i]'Meloetta... Probably not in her taste to go in with brawn and bruise some trouble makers... No doubt she could, but I wouldn't want to force her hand into something ungainly...'[/i] Her eyes shifted from the elegant and prim Mel, to her own pokemon, Neva, primal and imperious in his own nature. [i]'Neva's in trouble already! He may just rip that poor Zaegar apart this time if something funny were to happen... I can't control him yet.'[/i] She seemed to deflate visibly as her eyes skipped over Neva and on to Shade. [i]'Reliable, solid, a little fussy... but I [b]think[/b] that he may just do the trick... Powerful enough to stop anything from happening to Korrey, but refined enough to leave Zaegar alive... I hope.'[/i] She gave Milly a look that said “men will be men”. [b]“I will not allow Korrey to duel you Zaegar, not in these lands, not without a referee. He may not look it, but he is an integral part of House Umbraisis.”[/b] She shot Korrey an apologetic look before continuing, [b]“If he were to be harmed or perish in my lands, I believe my family would be held largely responsible, and to an extent, Milly's, as Nouvelle is in her family's care. Korrey, please remember your position while you are here, you are Milly's guest, and by extension, mine. I will referee for you, with Shade as my enforcer – is that okay with you Shade? – I can preside over the match after I'm in more... suitable condition.”[/b] She took a glance down at her ruined pant leg, and her stained jacket elbow as if to indicate the issues at hand. [b]“I just need but a few moments in a clothing store. I'm sorry for the delay, Milly, but Korrey will do what he pleases... I just hope you'll take my compromise, Korrey.”[/b] She gave him a look, as if to say “pretty please”. [b]“Neva can make the arena outside of town, where you wont destroy people's livelihoods in the clash.”[/b] Despite her logical reasoning and somewhat strong voice, she shook like a leaf. Her nerves were shot, she hadn't really ever faced the dangers of other nobles in her lands and what the implications could be. The amount of potential danger of Korrigan Umbraisis being allowed to wander alone through Skyheart territory could be lethal for her family's political agenda, especially when she knew that he had a voracious appetite for battles and duels. She would have to enact her power on the first day of being out in the real world, despite her parent's warning for secrecy. She ran a hand over her silky silvery blonde hair subconsciously trying to ease her nerves as she glanced around the square. [b]“Um... Milly, do you know where I could find a seamstress' shop, or a tailor? I'm afraid we didn't pack spare clothing for me, it would have weighed Neva down too much.”[/b] She gave Milly a sheepish grin and a shrug.