Overlord: Grand Herald [OC-SI]

3. Rival Friends...

Uploaded Date: 30-04-24

Major Edits: 05-08-24 [Tone Edit and Miscellaneous Content Trimming]

Day 1 after the Transfer.

Albedo 2

It was a soft shimmer that pierced through the crystal-framed doors long opened wide, a lax gale tailing its herald. A none too harsh dawn, it was. Not that nature's spite would find anchorage on their skies with its authority infringed upon by the refined arcane of magi.

Albedo's vista was a forest of long trees climbing up the mountain range with a blanket of green and spots of grey cliffs along with it. Flocks of birds passed through in rare moments, to and from the southern falls for their morning quench...

A flock of songweavers was the current batch, flapping through with echoes of their harmonics carrying far. They were a wonder-sight, in her humble admittance, more so with their enchanting plumes of rainbow spread wide against the sun's shimmer.

...in even rarer moments this would be a site for unique creatures who made home upon the twin mountains on which Velena Palace was built between.

"I never thought I'd bear witness to your blatant fancy of the little warblers." So came a voice high in pitch and refine, ever so eager to unsettle her wonderment and placidity in freer moments. "Then again, I ought to have expected such from a birder."

Beside her was sat Shalltear Bloodfallen, whose petite form was clad in a red long dress with chiffon sleeves and ruffled cuffs. A black neck-tied short cape covered her shoulders and chest, and a black bow edged with red tied her platinum blonde hair in a spiralling ponytail.

A fork that radiated with the forge of lesser mystics was held daintily in her hand, patience its state as it was halfway to her lips with a slice of toast paired with a strawberry stained white with cream and red syrup stabbed on it.

"You've grown bold with your words, have you not?" Albedo's tone bore a calm lull, the offence of such a likeness to a common creature lost upon her nerves. "Yet, I would appreciate a decrease in such brutish analogies, lest rumors take flight."

Less a request and more a demand. Yet it would go unheeded as was the Blood Countess's wont...at least not when there was no one close to see their banter spread.

From the birds' spectacle, her gaze turned to the retreating backs of her beloved and the younger of the twin-elves. It was equal parts relief and disappointment that her husband was not in range to hear such slander made of her appearance, yet she did lament his departure as his company was one she enjoyed greatly.

Yet the queen was a benign heart, as she knew this enjoyment was one prevalent throughout many who held her beloved in such high esteem. No, she would allow Mare to busk in it still, a permissiveness reinforced by her husband's desire to have private words with the young elf before the day's court.