[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230324/7b07bc189b478b3f894dfcef4803a0f6.png[/img] [color=8C4AFF][h3]Mentions: [@Click This][@Yam I Am][/h3][/color][/center][hr] Roland pinched his forehead just above his nose and mentally sighed as Parthenia spoke, watching the situation unfold [color=8C4AFF]"I do not have to worry about unemployment, it seems."[/color] The delivery was dry but it was Roland's attempt at humor. Parthenia was undoubtedly going to be an attributing factor for the increased workload. Brief visits between her and Sherry were manageable but this was practically living together. It was enough to send a shiver down his spine. Before he could see the small wyvern crawl out of Alphonse's coat, he was approached by an unfamiliar noble. Odd. He maintained a straight posture as she introduced herself that confirmed his initial assumption. The daughters of the nobility must have been fed well so have grown so tall. His expression softened slightly but didn't match the smile she put on display. Pernachis. He didn't recall ever meeting one in person but he knew to step carefully. Amethyst eyes flashed to her extended hand, processing the proper response, before he quickly gave Elevinthia his hand to complete the greeting. [color=8C4AFF]"Roland Vaughann, guard to her royal highness."[/color] He spoke cleanly, gestured with a tilt of his head over to the red-headed princess. [color=8C4AFF]"I'm afraid I do not recall meeting, my lady."[/color] However, there was something familiar about her that Roland couldn't quite put his finger on. Frankly, he was glad that there was one person that hadn't immediately jumped to harass the princess. Roland had been keeping his eyes on the princess the entire time. He was grateful for the Arch-bishop's presence. It was too soon to be having an incident. The princess's scolding brought his attention just in time to spot the young wyvern.[color=8C4AFF][i]Goddess Above.[/i][/color] Roland raised a hand to stop her but he quickly lowered it back down. It was already too late for him to intervene, though he doubt anyone would have been capable of stopping her in that moment. Luckily, her highness seemed to realize her mistake and return to a proper sense of decorum. This was going to be happening all year long... He turned his attention back to Elventhia, whom he had been walking alongside on the way to the mess hall [color=8C4AFF]"Her highness has a...fondness...for wvyerns. Please excuse her passion."[/color] Roland wasn't sure what use damage-control was at this point, but he had to at least try.