Leon took his seat on his beautifully crafted icy throne, stretching comfortably.
Then, noticing Ira standing somewhat awkwardly to the side, he created another elegant ice throne directly beside his own, specifically for her.
SHIMMER! FORM!
"Sit. You've earned rest."
Ira was genuinely nervous at first about the presumption of sitting on an equal level with both her aunt and this powerful outsider.
Is this appropriate? Should I—?
But Leon insisted firmly, gesturing to the seat with clear expectation.
She kept glancing nervously at Archon Vyrra for several minutes, carefully watching for any sign of disapproval or offense.
Will Aunt be angry? Is this breaking protocol?
After the first tense minute passed without any negative reaction, Ira gradually relaxed and settled more comfortably into the frozen throne.
It's... actually quite nice. Cool against the heat.
