"Araaaaaa!!!"
From the corner of the barracks, Arabella came running in; only for her to realize that the princess's yell was not out of emergency, rather it was out of petulance.
Adorned in sleek, purple-gold plates of armour in select sections of her body was Daiyu. It gleamed with enchantments and sported the symbol of Cravolta upon the pauldron and a lotus in bloom as an emblem on her chest.
As beautiful as the armour was and how good she looked in it, the one trouble was her attempting to take it off. She had her arms raised up, before she let them fall; she wriggled, trying to get the close-fitting armour off while making a cacophony of clinks and clangs.
"Took ya long enough, I'm boiling in here!" half her face pressed up against the dislodged pauldron to turn and speak.
Arabella took her hand away from the pommel of her blade and sighed. She signed with her hands, "I thought it was meant to be 'slipped on with ease', according to you your highness."
