[Action - Open to any in Mysidia]

[monk-princess.livejournal.com]

[Ah, Mysidia. Ursula was a bit delayed in reaching the mage town, thanks to other issues. Nonetheless, the princess has kept to her word and with Ceodore at her side. An unusually quiet, distant Ceodore. She's still not certain what has triggered the change in his demeanor, but there just hasn't been time alone to ask. Maybe she'll find out later, when he stops denying that he's fine.

At any rate, she's now wandering the town, heading in the vague direction of the Hall of Prayer but also content to explore until she runs into the white mage. The princess is curious as to how the other town from her world is adjusting to Gaia, and so she'll be stopping to chat with anyone who will give her the time. The temporary change of scenery is welcome and she plans to take full advantage of it.

At some point, Ursula pauses abruptly and peers around with wide eyes. She could have sworn she heard a very familiar voice....]

...Mother...?

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

You and that guy. Or whatever you and Porom were going to do.

[On one hand, he's a derp for believing it. On the other hand, at least he's derpy enough to blurt out what's on his mind. More or less.]

[monk-princess.livejournal.com]

...what guy?

[Ursula is completely in love with Delita, of course. Which is why she has forgotten all about him and their meeting.]

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

The one you met in the gardens at the party.

[He's forgetting that there was some sort of blip in that system, but is remembering having gotten an invite that he thought was from her.]

I heard about it. Um, sorry if...

[Heck pretty much for existing at this point. His self-worth is totally shot.]

[monk-princess.livejournal.com]

[Ursula raises an eyebrow.]

Oh...him. Now I remember. You heard about that?

[And then she frowns.]

Ceodore....

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Y-yes?

[Why is she only just remembering?]

[monk-princess.livejournal.com]

[She crosses her arms, less than pleased.]

Just what kind of person do you think I am? Do you really believe I would kiss you and then go run off for a romantic encounter with someone else?

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

W-well... no. I just thought that maybe...

[Cringe.]

I didn't mean it like that. I just, um...

I screwed up again, didn't I?

[Good grief, just shoot the poor boy and put him out of his misery.]

[monk-princess.livejournal.com]

[Oh, no. She's not going to pity him right now. In case he forgot who's child she is, Ursula glares.]

How did you mean it?

[Chose your words wisely, Ceodore.]

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[It's not pity. It's mercy killing! Save him from his own stupid. Oh he remembers, and sweet holy Eidolons, she looks like her dad right now. Intimidating? Hell yes.

Right. Manning up now. After a deep breath.]

You are the prettiest girl I know. Not hard to see that other guys think so too and would try to get your attention.

It sounded like someone had.

[And he was jealous, to put it mildly.]

[monk-princess.livejournal.com]

[Don't forget Sheila, who can out-intimidate even Yang. Ursula rests her hands on her hips, expression softening just slightly. She's still annoyed at Ceodore, but channels that into stepping over and slapping him upside the head...gently. Sort of.]

He wasn't the least bit interested in me, nor I him--which you could have found out if you had just asked me earlier.

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[That's a well earned slap, and probably far less than he deserves. At least he's got the good grace not to argue back in his defense. There's really not a decent one anyway.]

[monk-princess.livejournal.com]

[Still, the silence irks her a bit. She's not expecting a defense, but at least a 'I'll never do that again' would be nice.]

Do you get it now?

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[Ceodore nods slowly.]

I'm sorry, Ursula.

[monk-princess.livejournal.com]

[Ursula begins to relax.]

Apology accepted. Just...don't do that again.

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

I won't. I promise.

[Earnest face. See, not even looking away.]