Aww, she gladly accepted his cup of hot chocolate like an exhausted track runner aiming for a fresh bottle of water. Yuvon was glad to be of service, but he immediately noticed her strong accent-
Oh, by Shezzar and his crazy antics, that accent brought back memories. Yuvon had spent a good amount of time here in Fiore, so his accent had honestly died down and he had adopted a more Fiorian way of speech, but once upon a time, he shared her voice. He, too, was a Minstrelian… and she must’ve been one too. There was no doubt. Yuvon could tell just from that one sentence of gratitude, and it brightened his face behind that mask of his. This ought to have been intriguing; first Remi, and now this silver beauty had reunited with their fellow Minstrelian in this guild hall. “W-Well, glad to see that you haven’t lost your tongue out there! Hahahahahahaaaaaa…!” he joyously laughed.
He immediately held his notebook out and opened a new page; he’d been trying to write some biographies of members in the guild, and she would happen to occupy his new page in it. The storm was right; she did want to join Silver Wolf, just like he predicted! “Oooh? What a delicate name you bear,” he complimented her, scribbling down her name as the top of the page, “Don’t mind me, I like to keep track of useful information among my fellow guildmates. Just a few keywords…” He wasn’t being entirely truthful; a full-body portrait of Charlotte in her present wear was no mere keyword, after all. However, in case if she were to get lost and outside help was necessary, then a proper portrayal of her embodied in something easily portable would prove useful.
Also, he liked drawing. One can’t help with his interests, after all.
She sounded like one who had just discovered her arcana and wanted to master it, a curious soul who wanted to see just how far she could push her magical gift. “Mhmm, mhm, you may not be able to sense it just yet, BUT-“ he spoke up all dramatically, “With my many years of profession with mana sensory and arcana detection, I can tell with certainty and authenticity backing me up that you possess quite the dormant prowess begging to burst out… but one cannot rush getting stronger; if you’re willing to take your time, then you will see.” He refrained from informing her of the back-tingling feeling that he got from the aura emitting from her; it felt very strange, like very, very small needles- no, the ends of threads poking your skin, almost tickling you all so slightly. He shrugged it away, not wanting to bombard her even more…
As of now, Yuvon held no qualms about letting her join the guild, but he was a humble Scholar; the authority of accepting new members befell the Betas and their Alpha, the illustrious Guild Mistress Leona Jarnefeldt. However, she would begin to dig into her journey before coming here, and Yuvon would intently listen to her experience.
She appeared to feel lost, having left her home and everything she used to own, everyone she used to know, to then become a foreigner and stranger among the million civilians of this country. Most foreigners would feel like that upon their first days here, but it came as a surprise to Yuvon that she used to be a maid… for a Minstrelian noble.
Even if it wasn’t aimed at her, the anger leaking through the holes of his mask was visible. ‘Minstrel’ and ‘noble’ were two innocent words that created such a sickening combination together, a combo that brought none but the most vomit-worthy memories back to Yuvon’s psyche from the very corners of his mind where he swore they would be locked away indefinitely. However, his seething anger was easily quenched in compassion from Charlotte’s simple wish of wanting to be part of their pack. She… she must’ve been very lonely…
His anger had made him a little sensitive to this change in emotion, in which he actually began sobbing. Tears streamed out of the mask’s eye holes, and without warning, he was next to her and rubbing his cheek against hers as his arms embraced her without pause. “Oooooooooooooh, oh dear, oh dear, you must’ve been through so much!!!” he cried, thinking that she must’ve been through her own ordeals akin to some of the trouble he faced as a member of Minstrelian nobility, “Toi aussi, ma sæur? Were you wronged by your master too? Knows the wickedness of nobility no bounds?!” There was no way that Yuvon would allow her to return empty-handed now; he would try his best to make sure that his fellow sister joined their ranks, if what he thought really was the case.
The worst kinds of scenarios that he could come up with included having been violated by her master in any way. She didn’t feel like the typical ‘high-up-their-own-asses’ Minstrelian, and perhaps Yuvon was overreacting – who knew, maybe she just became bored and wanted to explore Earthland – but something told him that she had been through her own fair share of trouble… there was just something on her face, her form and posture, the fact that a Minstrelian bothered climbing all the way up here to start anew, her quick craving for the cup of hot chocolate that felt more than just because of the storm outside, the fact that she stated to have left everything behind which, by the way, no stuck-up Minstrelian would ever even think of doing, and also the hidden cuteness behind her whole scene that beckoned him to embrace her. She felt like a person who needed a hug, in the end.
“I’m sure the Guild Mistress will accept your plead and let you join, ma sæur! You have nothing to worry about…!” he promised, once again revealing his Minstrelian language – just ‘cause he didn’t possess the same accent anymore didn’t mean that he had forgotten his mother’s tongue. He would never forget… but he would remember that his arms and chest were now holding onto the fine, silky threads of her jacket and kind of sticking onto it very strongly. As he pulled himself back, he noticed the threads hanging on and feared that he might’ve ruined her strange jacket. “… *sniff* I-I dare guess that I’ve… accidently gotten myself s-stuck on your textile…”
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