Dragoncrest Cliffs this maudlin moment

"That, we may agree on. Until I came to ze cliffs, I'd never been to ze sea; only heard stories of those who settled there." Aure kept her steps steady with his own, as effortless as they weaved their conversation back and forth between another. "Some believed ze coastal packs to be barbarious. My... my queen-mother seemed to admire them, and spoke to me often of their crusades." And then he glanced away, continuing his own origin-tale, speaking of a rather humdrum upbringing. At this, Aure was unable to resist pressing a soft murmur into his scarred shoulder; if only to let him know she was there.

Her rabbit-soft muzzle flickered with quip at the mention of 'Your highness', and then once more at his remark of royalty. Drawing away, she peered into his face, timidly meeting the gleam in his eyes. "Usually, I'd have your tongue for calling me that. I am... not a Lady. Not anymore." The once-heiress' eyes followed his own once more, something quiet in her voice. "Of course... if you'd like to call me that, I'll allow it," she suddenly mused, a corner of a lip curling softly. "Unless bounkola is enough for you?" As always, she wouldn't realize until later on what her words may have sounded like.