Fleur chuckled as she stared out across the courtyard, one hand rhythmically stroking the top of Illyria’s head - whose tail thumped happily at the affection. "So I have heard," She mused, watching as two of her mother’s bloodriders sparred against each other in a vicious cycle of steel against steel," They don’t really understand the concept of a friendly fight but get enough wine in them and they’re happy to laugh around with you."