🎀 Wisteria 🎀

The group of riders approaching the party looked menacing and imposing – clearly, the elite of Airisufir’s army. Despite this, Linderia remained calm, even in the face of the unfriendly tone of the cavalry leader. The girl was confident that it was all a misunderstanding that would be quickly resolved. What she didn’t expect was for Valdemar to step forward, ahead of the entire group, and strike a pose, facing a group of armed riders, in the allied country of Arteria, and after she had just read about the law on matrilineal marriages. There was no way to say that Linderia held her companion in high regard – he was clearly not someone whose death she would regret. But even a Lisliarian savage, in her opinion, should have possessed at least some instincts for self-preservation, understanding what and to whom he should not say. Yet, somehow, he had lived to his age. At the moment when the nobleman of the eleventh generation began to be rude to the rider, those around them could notice a mixture of shock and surprise on the witch’s face. Quickly recovering from the shock, Linderia preferred not to stand out and hid behind her companions, trying not to attract unnecessary attention from any of the riders. The most sensible thing to do now was to stay away from the circus show that her involuntary companion had staged at the entrance to the city.