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Silvertongued
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Dellebron
Even as Felicia steps forward, one of her mother's aides, a thin tanned woman with a black bob, whispers something quietly to her. The Dellebron's face flickers to something akin to irritation before quickly falling into icy neutrality. She listens impassively for a few moments, blue eyes turning to Hilda. Grudgingly, Felicia nods, whispering something in response, and heads towards the room specified.
With that, Dellebron Hilda hobbles forward, a wide, benign smile on her face.
"I will speak for the Dellebron. My son, Cines, shall be my aide,"
Cines himself starts, spattering the woman next to him with a liberal amount of his drink. Muttering, he hands the glass off to her, smoothing down his now stained shirt.
"Yes, yes, of course," he hisses loudly, shuffling, stumbling to Hilda's side.
Even as Felicia steps forward, one of her mother's aides, a thin tanned woman with a black bob, whispers something quietly to her. The Dellebron's face flickers to something akin to irritation before quickly falling into icy neutrality. She listens impassively for a few moments, blue eyes turning to Hilda. Grudgingly, Felicia nods, whispering something in response, and heads towards the room specified.
With that, Dellebron Hilda hobbles forward, a wide, benign smile on her face.
"I will speak for the Dellebron. My son, Cines, shall be my aide,"
Cines himself starts, spattering the woman next to him with a liberal amount of his drink. Muttering, he hands the glass off to her, smoothing down his now stained shirt.
"Yes, yes, of course," he hisses loudly, shuffling, stumbling to Hilda's side.