[ Nuada has come to the conclusion that the little holly sprigs are chaos spirits in disguise. How else would you explain people all over the castle caught underneath them, unable to flee, forced to stand in one place until some obliging soul helps them out.
Nuada himself was trapped early underneath one of those miserable plants and he knows well the tediousness of it.
It's a good thing for the prince that his wanderings have brought him down this particular hallway, right? Of course. He slows his pace, allowing footfalls to sound audibly against the floor, thinking the younger elf might appreciate the heads up. He separates himself from the shadows that help conceal his presence at the very last moment and substitutes a bow for a nod of his head. ]
this is what happens when you 'ota'
Nuada himself was trapped early underneath one of those miserable plants and he knows well the tediousness of it.
It's a good thing for the prince that his wanderings have brought him down this particular hallway, right? Of course. He slows his pace, allowing footfalls to sound audibly against the floor, thinking the younger elf might appreciate the heads up. He separates himself from the shadows that help conceal his presence at the very last moment and substitutes a bow for a nod of his head. ]
Your Highness.