I'm the victim of a round-table dispute?
(POV: Lumiere)
We gathered in the conference room at City Hall.
The new pyroapple plantation was still ongoing.
Seated around the large meeting table were Ophelia, Lucilia, and Grome. On the opposite side, Serena sat gracefully, while Stellaria lounged lazily in her chair, looking utterly bored.
With an exaggerated yawn, Stellaria spoke, "Why in the seven realms am I here?"
"Don't start this, Stellaria," I warned her, pleading for some semblance of order.
Arms folded, Ophelia raised an eyebrow at Stellaria's audacity.
"Lumiere... and just who exactly is this girl?" she inquired.
The look on her face was enough to tell me she wasn't impressed. It wasn't that Stellaria was annoying, not at all. She was just had an exotic personality that would get on the nerves of a number of people.
There was something called— "dere".
If I decided to use this to describe the ladies in the room, it'd be: