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[CrimsonMoon]

" Of course," Xena smiles, gazing at the branch curiously but stands

[Light]

"For mother." She simply says before beginning her slow, calm walk again. "This venture should prove to be interesting."

[CrimsonMoon]

Xena follows quickly, glancing back at the stick and smiling faintly,".. I don't think... His father probably dislikes me already..."

[Light]

"Oh, don't worry yourself about that. He doesn't even like me. He just... hm... knows his place? Yes, in a way." she nods her head, her hand pulling a sliver fan out. She gently waves it, fanning herself gently.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Is his place above us? Because in my culture, he would merely be a disliked guest..." She pauses and smiles," Much like me..." She breathes out then whispers," Can i stop being a man then?"

[Light]

She taps the plated fan against her lips, "Well in ours, unfortunately, he's our lord. If you wish to stop being a man, you will be unprotected. I could take you, and give you my protection, if that is what you wish."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I don't need protection," she mrmurs back," But thank you... Men are in just as much danger as women, no matter what our beliefs... I'll remain with my first and only gender." She touches her choker softly, the white opals gleaming faintly

[Light]

"You'll be moved into the same house as the other foreigner," she warns, her face growing grave, "There is something about him, the flowers do not agree with is presence. He is hiding something."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then i'll watch him... When two foxes are cornered, they always put aside their differences in order to escape," she reaches behind her head and lets the bun unfurl, her blue hair falling down her back

[Light]

"But what if the foxes are both running from different things?" she stops and frowns at the girls kimono. She walks up and begins retying the sash, "You had it tied as if you were going to a funeral," she hums.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Politics is a similiar affair to a funeral.." She chuckles and murmrs," Foxes are foxes, no matter what the situation

[Light]

"But what if a wolf has put on the skin of a fox, hmmm?" she playfully counters, finishing the tie. "We are almost there, Pale Fox-san,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She chuckles at the nickname," Then that would be a stupid fox,"

[Light]

"Because in the end, he gets eaten by the lion," she laughs, twirling around like a child for a moment, "Ah~! What a fabulous story I have thought of. I shall tell you on a later date."

[CrimsonMoon]

Xena grins and nods," That would be nice.. My name is xena.. By the way

[Light]

"Xena, Xena, Xena," she nods her head, her pink hair dragging on the ground. "I will remember. So will my guards."

[CrimsonMoon]

She blinks and nods faintly," So... Can we get this political funeral over with?" She laughs softly

[Light]

"Ah!" She softly presses her hand against a large metallic door, "and here I was trying to delay the inevitable. Come, let us bite the dragon,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Xena grins but wrestles it down to a badly concealed grin," Lets," she murmurs

[Light]

She masks her smile with her fan and begins to walk into the large room, the levels below buzzing with work. She had led her to the workshop, where the armor for the army was constructed. Keeping her pace slow and delicate, she heads for the stairs to a lower level.