[While the festivities might distracting enough, what with the magic in the air and the dazzling Seelie colors, Kori is not enamored with any of it. She might provide a momentary distraction as she strides on by, the fire of her hair fizzling behind her and the clunk of her boots echoing just above the murmur of the crowd. If that doesn't grab your attention, the heavy thud of the doors slamming shut certainly will. (Or, if not any of that -- probably her armor, which leaves little to the imagination. )
Kori ain't got time for this. Her face is like actual thunder as she strides down the Caer Glaem's halls, straight outside. She doesn't take well to kidnapping, especially kidnapping for the purposes of war. No one ever just asks, do they? Her hands are clenched at her side as she finds herself outside. Caer Glaem is beautiful, there's no denying that. But the monarchs won't see her and Kori hates being ignored. She lifts a hand and points it, eyes narrowed, at a statue of who the hell cares and let's a star bolt go. It helps, marginally.
She straightens her shoulders, exhales and glances back towards the entrance. Time to try this again.]
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Starfire to Arsenal and Red Hood -- if not them, then anyone with influence. I am Koriand'r, princess of Tamaran. I did not consent to being enlisted.
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[While the festivities might distracting enough, what with the magic in the air and the dazzling Seelie colors, Kori is not enamored with any of it. She might provide a momentary distraction as she strides on by, the fire of her hair fizzling behind her and the clunk of her boots echoing just above the murmur of the crowd. If that doesn't grab your attention, the heavy thud of the doors slamming shut certainly will. (Or, if not any of that -- probably her armor, which leaves little to the imagination. )
Kori ain't got time for this. Her face is like actual thunder as she strides down the Caer Glaem's halls, straight outside. She doesn't take well to kidnapping, especially kidnapping for the purposes of war. No one ever just asks, do they? Her hands are clenched at her side as she finds herself outside. Caer Glaem is beautiful, there's no denying that. But the monarchs won't see her and Kori hates being ignored. She lifts a hand and points it, eyes narrowed, at a statue of who the hell cares and let's a star bolt go. It helps, marginally.
She straightens her shoulders, exhales and glances back towards the entrance. Time to try this again.]
lockets - video
Starfire to Arsenal and Red Hood -- if not them, then anyone with influence. I am Koriand'r, princess of Tamaran. I did not consent to being enlisted.
[u and everyone else, Kori. ]