OPEN

[deceivingly]

WHO: Yevdokiya an Waslyna O Bearhold, Tiffany Hart, Matthias, maybe my other characters + YOU
WHAT: a humble open log
WHEN: Fantasy March
WHERE: the Gallows, Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast
NOTES: bath nudity, butchering a seagull, nothing worse atm

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[inkindled]

Matthias' cheer dims a little. That sounds complicated. Which, when he thinks about it, makes sense. He had asked a complicated question. So this turn in the conversation is his fault a bit--more than a bit.

"Is your mother all right?" Now, that one's just a stupid question. But Matthias had asked it before he could stop himself. His ears go pink, embarrassed at his own clumsy stupidity. "Sorry. I-- suppose I don't know what to say, and that was the first thing I thought to say, so I-- said it. You're--a lady, then? Like the title?"

People under her protection implies that. A lady with magic that was got at a steep price, even if it was mostly paid by someone else. That's a new story.

[truthtied]

"Thank you. It's kind of you to ask after her," she says, a warm smile lighting up her face. She reaches out and sets her hand on Matthias' shoulder, firm and brief. "She is safe and well in my world."

Her nose wrinkles a little at the mention of a title. Very occasionally, Diana wishes she were at all inclined towards lying, "Ah well. My mother is considered Queen, so I was given the title of Princess, but it's hardly one I'd put any claim of power to."