[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a37fb4c2-51c4-43dd-9d04-7b13e78155ed.jpg[/img][color=lightsteelblue][h2]SEYRUN RIVIATHAN[/h2][/color][hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center][color=lightsteelblue][i]"I really don't know what warms me up more, Nadia, your sunny disposition or this Southern weather,"[/i][/color] Seyrun said, replying to Nadalena's  answer to her question. The fact that the two of them knew one another well enough to have such an exchange of thinly-veiled jabs take the place of empty greetings always brought a chuckle to Seyrun's throat. This time was no different, of course.

The Nordic princess eyed her colleague up and down, never letting go the delicate smirk that graced her face. Seyrun really wondered if Nadalena was a late bloomer or if the raven-haired Espenovan would continue to look like a precious doll for the rest of her days, like a princess in a fairy tale book. The thought of Nadia's children being taller than her was indeed entertaining and something that Seyrun would be sure to see when the time came.

[color=lightsteelblue]"Tiring. The weather was terrible during the sea leg of the trip. It's as if the very land is shaken by the unrest of these times,"[/color] Seyrun said, replying to Nadalena's question. She didn't need to mention what unrest she was talking about; nevertheless Seyrun finished her declaration with a wistful sigh followed by a question of her own. [color=lightsteelblue]"What about you? Considering the building tension I had my doubts about whether or not I would see you again this year. That's one of the few times I'm glad I was wrong."[/color]