Tact/Clara

C: Lord Algimas
A: Even on the battlefield you keep on playing your game?
C: Game, Sir Algimas?
A: Oh no, don’t you go feinting ignorance her, Your Majesty, you know very well what you are doing.
C: Maybe it is less of a game and more of a hello just for you, General.
A: Great, so we go from you spooking me out to me being your play thing? How fo you even manage to sneak up on me so easily?
C: I guess that is for me to know and you to find out, Sir Algimas.
A:… You’re making this into another game, aren’t you?
C: It wouldn’t be one if the other player wasn’t willing…dear… chap.
A: Well I- wait, what did you just say?
C: We will play a new game since you are so interested. When we are in private we shall drop the pleasantries we have been sharing till now. I would imagine we are more than just singe and lord after all. Until later… good fellow.
A: … What did I get myself into?

B
C: Hello… Algimas.
A: C-lara, you do know you can stop doing this if it makes you uncomfortable.
C: What, me, uncomfortable, Algimas? No, I wouldn’t even call it that, my dear friend!
A: …
C: …. Was that too much?
A: A bit. That was more like Foskey than you being naturally speaking with me… You haven’t been practicing with Sir Foskey, have you?
C:…Well less practicing and more observing, if I must say.
A: Your-, uh, Clara, Sir Foskey is hardly the correct person to observe on normalcy.
C: But I am getting better, aren’t I?
A: Getting better is stretching it, …Clara. I was trying my best to keep myself from laughing back at camp the night before when you said, “I surely do love to do a dance after a meal, do you not, Algimas my boy?”

C: Well, that wasn’t a lie…really. A dance is always pleasant to partake in. It allows me to focus on each part of me, my legs, my arms, down to my very core.  And if I remember correctly, you didn’t give me a reply, Algimas..
A: …
C: Well, Algimas?
A: This is neither the place nor time, Clara. You can play around with me later on at camp, but please keep the games off of the battlefield.
C: Then I shall await your answer back to the camp. And Algimas…
A: Yeah, Clara?
C: Next time, laugh.
A:?
C: I must be off.
A: It’s one thing after another.

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A:…
C….
A: …
C:.. Algimas.
A: Clara,  I can explain.
C: On how you are so poor at dancing Sir Algimas ? Or for the bruises that are on my feet?
A: Hey, I warned you, didn’t I?
C: You only said that it had been a while since you danced, not that you were as blind as a new borne babe.
A: Folk dances I can do, ballroom is a whole other type of beast, Clara.
C: Though your feet were lacking, your hands were seemingly more experienced. A bit too enthusiastic, Algimas.
A: Says you, I think I have some marks left at how tightly you were gripping my arm!
C:  I…
A: Ha, ahahahah
C: …ha hahah ahah
A: Clara, look at us. We’re having a lovers quarrel in the middle of a battlefield.
C: Lo-lovers? Algimas!
A: What, too soon?
C: Too soon is an understatement, what are you-
A: Let me skip straight to the point. Clara.
C: !
A: …
C: I do not like this game you are playing, Algimas.
A: I think a certain queen said that you need two willingly players to make it a game, Clara.
C: I was caught in the moment.
A: Well, there is more to this. But you have to wait for it later.
C: What are you tal-
A: Still caught in the moment, or do you want to stop here and now.
C:… I will wait and see then, Algimas.
A:...
C: Be aware, Algimas, I have high expectations,
A: And I plan to go well beyond them.