[ Sylvain lets himself be turned, leaning in to eye the small braids with fascination and delight. The beads click together when he moves his head, which is a little distracting, but only in the best way.
His grin widens as he meets Basch’s gaze in the reflection. ]
This would be considered exotic, back where I come from. The only people I’ve ever seen wear braids were those from beyond the natural borders of Fodlan.
[ Duscar were their own people with the own beliefs, for all the ties they’d held to Faerghus. Brigid and Sreng might as well be another world. There was still Claude, of course, but Goddess only knew which mysterious origin he’d popped out of before waltzing in to take his place as the Duke’s only heir. ]
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His grin widens as he meets Basch’s gaze in the reflection. ]
This would be considered exotic, back where I come from. The only people I’ve ever seen wear braids were those from beyond the natural borders of Fodlan.
[ Duscar were their own people with the own beliefs, for all the ties they’d held to Faerghus. Brigid and Sreng might as well be another world. There was still Claude, of course, but Goddess only knew which mysterious origin he’d popped out of before waltzing in to take his place as the Duke’s only heir. ]