19 ◦ [VIDEO // Locked to Valeria]

[akingmuststand]

Valeria.

[Schneizel seems to be sitting in his croft, alone. The prince's smile is a small, placid thing, but there is a soft hint of concern in his voice. Urgency, as if there is a pressing matter to attend to.]

There is something I wish to discuss with you at your earliest convenience. Face to face, if you will.

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[VIDEO | Locked Between Valeria and Schneizel]

[a_la_turk]

[ The transmission connects with due promptness on Valeria's end. Lateness, lateness has been something of a theme for about a month now, but not today, not when Schneizel's tone carries audible concern and urgency. It carries over from the very start; though, it isn't nearly as soft as it is slightly exaggerated perhaps. ]

Of course. Where would you like to meet?

[akingmuststand]

[And he's noticed, of course he has. He's also noticed the way her wolf seems to prefer wandering around alone, rather than at her side. Something about it all seems a little off, to say the least. Valeria is not a woman to be so tardy, so careless, without apology and explanation.]

I will wait for you here.

[a_la_turk]

[ She nods promptly and cuts the feed, after which she is quick to leave her place of abode. In little more than five minutes time, she makes her way to Schneizel's hut and knocks on the door, the fingers of her free hand twitching whilst she waits for him to answer the door. Now what could be so urgent at this hour that Schneizel would send for her? ]

[akingmuststand]

[It's befitting that she's prompt now. Reassuring, in fact. He'd almost second guess himself, wonder if perhaps there was something else he hadn't considered - but he knows himself too well, and he is not a man of second guesses.

He waits the short time it takes for her to arrive, seated at the table in a manner that appears almost nonchalant. In one gloveless hand he idly turns his link of iron.]

Please, come in.

[He bids her enter as he always does, that calm little curve of the mouth in place once more. His gaze when he looks up at her is a little searching, a little sharp. There's no difference in her face to be found, however. The iron link was ought of sight, tucked away in the hand he now idly leaned upon.]

I'm glad you made it, Valeria.