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[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Ardere chuckled ever so slightly as his newly acquired glass of whiskey was consumed with a swiftness gained over years of Crimson Lion shenanigans. Perhaps you're right, but I haven't claimed a salary in quite some time. My family's background in trade is more than enough. Others not so well off could do better with the money than me. He said in response to her comment, with a perhaps unexpected answer. So few understood what kind of Captain the Crimson King actually was, but those who knew would not be surprised at this. Liliana however seemed perceptive, making him wonder what she'd think of this response. Unfortunately Lydia's arrival had slightly derailed this portion of the conversation, not that he minded speaking with his close friend. It seemed Liliana was not satisfied with this--something he respected. [break][break] I appreciate the honesty. You're not wrong. He said softly, sipping the golden brown liquid from his glass. If you ever find yourself wanting to do something with these powerful contacts you're making, send a message to my office. You can never have enough friends. Placing his glass on a tray for one of the waiters to take away, he did not seem remotely drunk after consuming a few glasses--not unlike him. Ardere appreciated the conversation with the pink haired woman. He was not easily offended when it came to those sorts of things, only when it came to family and friends. In those matters his fuse was short, if nonexistent. Tonight however he was in a good mood. His veins were not boiling with rage and anger like they had weeks ago in the battle just above this Palace. He felt the pinging of pain in his left arm, still reeling from the damage the darkness had caused to him. Would it ever go away? [break][break] The familiar Ki that approached did not surprise or catch Ardere off-guard, but rather he was pleased to see a familiar presence. Charles. Hey man it's been a bit. Charles was not normally this formal to his knowledge, but it seemed he had something he wanted to talk about. Hmm. Excuse me a moment, Miss Liliana and Lydia. Giving a nod to the pink and blonde haired women, the titanic mage stepped off to the side with the man he once helped train. It was not often people asked to speak with him in private like this, and once the question was asked he took a breath. Ardere struggled to find the will to train anyone one on one since Silas' death, but perhaps that in itself was an affront to his memory. No longer could he just sit in the darkness alone. That did no one any good. Exhaling softly, he closed his eyes for a mere moment before opening them and smiling. Alright, but I'm not going to go easy on you. It's not in my nature being a Lion. He could tell the man was swallowing a lot of pride asking this and there was an obvious conviction in him. Maybe this was Ardere's destiny, to find conviction and make it grow. If you can promise me you'll give me everything you have and more, I'll train you. But you've got to surpass every limit you've already set for yourself. Throw all of that away. Yes?
Post by Alyssa Lilygate❃ on Oct 26, 2020 22:41:39 GMT -5
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[attr="class","header"]Shall we dance?
[break] Alyssa couldn't help but bring her hand up to her mouth and chuckle a little behind her semi clenched fist at how the young man had taken to her words. she hadn't done this in any sort of negative way she just found it quite adorable in its own way how he had acted like a young man she once knew. "Is it normally this easy for you to get your feathers ruffled?" she would ask in a serious yet sincere tone, her eyes were gentle but they almost looked disappointed in it. "Enemies will use everything and anything they can as ammo against you, you must learn to allow things that bother you to bounce off, like water off a duck's back as the saying goes." she said gently to him she was serious on this matter "Becoming flustered, irritated, angry or irrational at the wrong time can cause mistakes and mistakes can cost things that can't always be replaced such as lives." she said quietly so only he could hear it moving her hands to be daintily in front of her. It would be hard to believe with how soft-spoken and poised she was that she was in fact one of the elites of the kingdom. Her words, however, contradicted the flower-like visage she gave to the world currently, but this was nothing unusual for members of her family, they were constantly shifting depending on what was needed of them. The family were affluent in their own rights specializing in not only plant and flower based magics but also defence and offensive magics. What little knew about the new blue rose captain she possessed both but rarely showed it as she knew that it was her ace in the hole if ever required. [break][break] "Valoriss is a wonderfully strong name, you shouldn't be ashamed of it or hide it embrace it, it is part of you." she said her eyes scanning the room as if she was looking for something, she knew no one would be so stupid to attack the place with so many strong mages in attendance but still something felt off to her, she just couldn't put her finger on it. Sighing she shook her head believing with all the misfortune that they may have gone through in the last few months she was being paranoid but was it really paranoia if they really were out to get you? A smile returned to her face as she looked back to him as she thanked her for the mask "Think nothing of it, one should show pride in themselves and their squads especially when they have been hit hard." she said to him her tone holding strength within it "Look at the kingdom, we've had some terrible luck of late and been knocked down..." she paused for a moment and closed her eyes "The three squads that have been hit the hardest are the purple orca, the green mantis and the blue roses..." she dared anyone to fight her on that fact. The purple orca's headquarters where under daemon control, the green mantis had lost their vice-captain and the blue roses had not only had their hometown came under attack by the archdaemon Serena, their headquarters had been blown up, their vice-captain had been killed and their captain had stepped down. It was one blow after another so it was nice just to try and relax right now. [break][break] She shook her head as he spoke about possibly forgetting something as he had no idea about things like this, she had to admit he did seem like a fish out of water in the current surroundings "This is a masquerade ball, I made sure to have a mask for you because I thought that you may have forgotten one." she said gently, it was true those who had no intention of joining the ball didn't need a mask and even some of those attending weren't wearing one but she thought an air of mystery was a good thing if not rather daunting at the same time given the daemons they still had in their mists. Still, this was not the time or place to worry about such things unless they brought the fight to them and after the last beat down the Daemon that had tried got she didn't believe this one would be so foolish. From everything, she had heard and read he seemed intelligent and had played the long game with well-placed moves, to her it was like he had everything planned from the moment he struck the town of Kikka but it made no sense as he couldn't have known who would have arrived or their strengths it made absolutely no sense to her, yet, in three days one archdaemon and two normal daemons had bested a vice-captain, three normal magic knights of varying strengths and two civilians again of variant strengths there should have been no way it should have happened and yet it had. [break][break] "These daemons are said to hold honour but they will do everything they can to keep their foothold on that town Lord Valoriss." she said calmly her eyes once again closing "It is a wise choice in many ways as it is the town of commerce and is strategically sound due to the defences it holds. It does cripple the kingdom and with the purple orcas for the most part out of action there goes the defences of the kingdom." her voice though calm and collected showed she was truly concerned about the kingdom's future "Right now even if the weakened Diamond kingdom wanted to try their luck we may have a bit of a struggle on our hands..." she paused not even wanting to think what would happen if such news got back to the Spade kingdom. Her body tensed just for a second before relaxing, it wasn't something she should be thinking about especially right now but she was a warrior through and through and the defence of the people was part of her job so she couldn't exactly switch it off as much as she'd like to. She could see her words had struck a chord with him as she just brought up Kikka. She brought up her hand and flicked his masked forehead with a serious look on her face making him look her in the eyes "Only look down when you are standing over your enemies defeated body, never before... doing so can cost your life if not someone else's. Your enemy will mostly always be at your eye level or higher so always so keep your eyes up and aware of your surroundings, besides, only weak little boys look at their feet Lord Valoriss and I don't have you pegged as weak or a child so keep your head held high with pride even in the face of defeat because until they've killed you they've not beaten you." she said with a warm smile "Flames and nature have that in common, we're stubborn until we're completely destroyed and it's never that easy to get rid of us." she chuckled lightly covering her mouth as she did so. [break][break] She looked at him as he seemed to be caught off guard with her request of a dance "Well, I'm not much of a wallflower and I don't get a chance to act like a normal woman all that often so I'm taking the chance while I have it." she happily chirped. She could tell he was blushing just by how he stuttered and spluttered over his words and delicately placed her left hand on his right allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor "Dancing is another way of fighting Lord Valoriss..." she explained turning to look at him when they reached the centre of the ballroom "Two partners must work in unison for a dance to work, one must lead and the other must take the cues silently and adapt if something goes wrong." she continued "You are going to lead this dance and yes, I am fully aware that you've likely never done this before but this is training so have fun with it because I know I will just please try not to step on my shoes." she said with a smile as she took his hand and placed the other at her waist as she placed her spare hand on the shoulder "Now, shall we begin?" she asked knowing this was going to be the most interesting training that the young green mantis would have in his lifetime.
Post by Sol Delothosin✾ on Oct 27, 2020 4:58:41 GMT -5
Sol stretched slightly as he walked into the ball room of the royal palace and looked around with his red eyes, the former magic knight was garbed in a white under kimono with a black one over it with dark purple swirling patterns on the sleeves while on his feet were white tabi socks and a set of black geta sandals. What finished the appearance was that the blood mage had swept his hair back and it looked very well maintained not like its normal slightly shaggy appearance. As he finished his stretch Sol folded his arms into his sleeves and decided to rest against a wall and just observe for a few moments before he would decide to interact with anyone. As he looked around he noticed that it wasn’t just knights here at this gathering but also civilians as well so the chances of talking with someone from a squad he might want to join could be rather high. As he decided to go and try to interact with people he pushed off the wall before he suddenly got the feeling someone was watching him.
Turning his head Sol spotted another rich nobleman approaching him though he did look a year perhaps two younger then himself. As he glanced at the boys clothing the red eyed man spotted his familys crest on it and he sighed knowing this was going to become a pain, he took a breath in as he saw who he now identified as his cousin Jiro get within speaking distance and he smiled politely trying to avoid any issues if he could. “ Evening Cousin your looking dapper tonight” he said as his cousin just smirked at him in a arrogant sense.”Indeed and hoping to impress some of the higher up knights though I must say its surprising that they let you thru the gates considering your penchant for bad luck” he jabbed which made Sols eyes instantly narrow though his smile remained on his face. The elder of the two brushed off the insult as his red eyes remained looked on his younger cousin. “I would be careful Jiro if you always judge a book by its cover it tends to come back to bite you and around so many knights you could easily offend them.” Sol said his tone calm and collected which in turn angered his cousin.
“Big talk coming from the black sheep of the family why not leave since your already have suspicion cast on you” Jiro said before being bold and trying to push him back. Sol however was a step ahead and caught his hand at the wrist as he went from smiling to glaring quickly which made Jiro go from angered to nervous under the fearsome red eyes of his elder. “I suggest you either mind your manners and behave or leave do remember that you represent the family same as I and your conduct right now is rather shameful ill be making a note of what happened just now” he said before he let go of the mans hand and lessened his glare before he headed deeper into the ball room away from his arrogant cousin and sighed. He loved his family but his cousin was someone that they were gods gift to the world since they were a noble and it irritated the dark haired man something fierce. As he walked away from his family he hoped his next conversation here was better.
"No...no I'll dance...with you… You don't need to worry about me too much."
At this, the elf would have melted at his sweet words...but they were in public, and she steeled herself. "All right then," she smiled coquettishly and accepted his hand. "I won’t even mind if you step on my toes." At his curious look at her mention of the Crimson Lion’s captain, she only looked puzzledly back at him. "What?" She inquired innocently, not knowing what was going on in the dark mage’s mind. She only knew the captain in her brief spar with him, but as for actually knowing the man personally, that was another matter.
As for the bottle, nay, bottles, Hans was drowning, Suna still kept an eye out. He may claim to be all right, but...well, they would see what would happen later. With aid of Charles’ ring, the trio had made their way into the royal palace and was now in the large mess hall. Waiters came and went, and Charles had just bid his momentary parting before heading off to meet the mentioned captain. At her suggestion, Hans had gone off to check on the delicacies, and she...she had unsurprisingly made her way to where the musicians were playing. They were playing light and lively pieces, shaping the atmosphere into the festive yet still festive mood.
However, she tilted her head at one of the instrumentalists. The violist, to be specific. The C string was just oh so slightly off tune, and upon playing the higher notes, the sound mage could not bear to continue listening to the clashing pitches. Subtly, the blue-haired elf let some of her sound magic flow towards the specific string player, and used her magic to fine tune the viola to the correct decibel. There we go. She sighed in relief. It had been almost physically painful to hear the off-tune from the instruments. But as for the vocalist who was singing earlier...
Suna turned her head away. There was nothing she could do there. Or rather, she would not mess in that area. Her specialty was in instruments, and it was not like she could fix a singer’s pitch without affecting their vocal cords. Nay, that would be disrespectful. In addition, there was something the sound mage had with singing—but that is something to be dealt with another time.
But now the musicians were on another piece, one featuring the pianist. "Oh!" She breathed. All plans to watch the people in the ballroom were forgotten as her body became enveloped in the waltz. The dancing had not officially begun, but that did not stop her from swaying from side to side in time with the lilting and gorgeous music. Her eyes half-lidded, the elf was carried away in her element, completely submerged in its ethereal beauty.
The song, however, was over too soon. Suna sighed. Such a pity that they did not continue it. But then her disappointment was soothed by the next number, also a waltz. This one, however, was much darker. Gorgeous dark. The accordion had started it off with its tell tale triple meter pattern, and the cellist began to sing out its sweet baritone voice, completely alluring and sensual.
Her breath hitched. Where was Hans? This one was luring her in, but she did not want to start dancing with him. The femme scanned the room, then glimpsed the figure with the butler costume from across the room, near one of the food tables. She started to make her way towards him, but in her hurry, tripped over the front of her dress. Thank goodness she had not accepted the champagne earlier, otherwise it would have spilled all over her. She felt herself falling, but then a strong arm caught her wrist and stopped her from falling on her face like an idiot.
"Thank you," she murmured, then looked up to behold the finely-dressed stranger...
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Outfit: hover image minus the little hat (original)
Post by Eritheia Silva on Oct 28, 2020 1:21:17 GMT -5
Eritheia nodded as Shizu interpreted her assessment of nobility, but was unable to respond with her mouth filled with some kind of glazed pork. She gestured to nearby staff, prompting them to generously pile food onto a plate and place it in front of Shizu. She grinned before taking a generous sip of wine. "It's about thinking they deserve it and never truly being satisfied with what they have. They always want more. When you can have anything you want you eventually go looking for something else. That's when things get complicated. Some houses have very strict goals while others are more...ambitious. Yeah, we'll go with ambitious." Eritheia severed a piece of steak with her knife and began creating smaller pieces all the while examining Shizu's face. "Warding evil you say?" She narrowed her eyes almost suspiciously, but maintained a curious grin. There was something initially peculiar about the woman. It wasn't a peculiar quality that felt grating or off-putting. She just felt different. Even when she was a part of a sea of commoners she stood out. There was a quirkiness and charm that somehow felt foreign.
Eritheia chuckled. "I suppose it would feel more confined here when living in the woods you consider the sky your ceiling. I can't say I would ever want to find myself sleeping in hollowed out trees or makeshift shacks constructed from sticks and mud. Nevertheless, I imagine it possesses its own unique charm." There was a tartness to her description of the forest. It felt like both a compliment and an insult in the same breath. A talent no doubt inherited from her family. Swishing her wine around in her glass, Eritheia continued. "I've never been to the Witches Forest, so I can only go off stories and rumors. The stories speak of an unmistakable energy that saturates the air like a dense fog. The atmosphere is said to be enchanting, mysterious, and hostile. I guess they're not all just stories. So, it's true the Witch Queen is known for her unforgiving temperament. But is she truly as wicked as the stories depict?" She asked while leaning forward, tilting her head, and displaying a disarming smile.
Eritheia leaned back in her chair, her gaze never quite leaving Shizu's line of sight. There was a look in her eyes that left much to the imagination. Shizu would more than likely be able to discern her interest but something else resided there. It was as if Eritheia was secretly fantasizing about what her life would be like if she were born a witch. Would she be encumbered as she was now? Would she feel shackled and starved of excitement? Shizu didn't seem obstructed in any way. She traveled to the palace and played outside its walls without a care. She seemed free and untethered. Maybe she was hiding her despair as Eritheia was, or perhaps she was simply happy. Could someone be happy playing for change like a common panhandler? She thought to herself. She admired Shizu's apparent freedom, but did so with the same bite of a noble.
"A witch." Eritheia recited with some wonderment. "I'm glad my senses are sharp enough to distinguish you from the everyday citizen, but why did you come to the palace? I know you said you were interested in the festival but wouldn't you feel more comfortable around other witches? Isn't that why you all live in that forest?" She asked curiously. Only those born to the forest may live there. Non-witches and especially men are forbidden. A shame. It'd feel so liberating to live elsewhere. To be free of all of this. She thought in sorrow. A sadness welled up inside Eritheia as she placed her wine glass on the table and for the first time this evening looked directly through Shizu. She wasn't examining her as she once had. Her attention was elsewhere for a moment before reality reeled her back in. The sound of wine being poured in her glass was enough to awaken her. "A witch, huh? Sounds rather interesting. Are seeking more from the kingdom than just a night of amusement? Are you, like others, seeking to join the Magic Knights?"
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Last Edit: Oct 28, 2020 18:52:06 GMT -5 by Eritheia Silva
“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”
Suna may not mind getting her toes stepped on, but Hans was definitely worried. He wasn't thinking about it until she brought it up...and it may have put a damper on the dark mage's already low dancing confidence.
Now at the palace, Hans was alone. No Charles, and no Suna. It was just himself, and now he was making his way to one of the tables serving food. He took another drink from his bottle, and due to this, the merc wasn't paying attention and ended up accidentally bumping into someone. The dark mage lowered his bottle and apologized...but the guy did not seem too pleased. "Watch where you are going, peasant." the nobleman said. Hans remained quiet and eyed the noble who did so in return. The guy now had his eyes on Hans' bottle and crossed his arms. "Who gave you permission to drink on the job anyway?" he asked, gesturing at the dark mage's attire.
"Job...?" Hans looked down at his outfit, not fully understanding what the noble was getting at. "Hmmm, my mistake. With those garbs, I assumed you were one of the servants. You're certainly no noble that's for sure." he added with a cheeky little smirk which made Hans furrow his eyes. Letting out a light chuckle, the noble walked off but not without purposely bumping his shoulder against Hans' which only further annoyed the dark mage.
Hans turned around and watched as the cocky guy left, clenching his fists. A part of him really wanted to go over and toss the guy into one of the tables...but Hans wasn't a fan of making a scene. He then let out a sigh and started to look around, noticing that there were still some eyes on the masked mage. Was it really that easy to tell that he didn't fit in? The man shook his head and just took another drink from his bottle before making his way to the food table...nearly tripping over nothing along the way.
Now at the table, Hans had a closer look at all the dishes that were on it. They all had steam rising up from them and all looked very exotic. The merc had never seen food like this before yet he really wanted to try it. He was just about to go and grab a plate until he noticed something happening from the corner of his eyes. Turning his head, Hans watched as some black-haired man(Sol Delothosin✾) caught the wrist of another guy. With everyone talking and how far those two were, Hans couldn't hear what they were saying and didn't really see a reason to try and figure out what was going on. Eventually, the dark haired guy let go, and the two appeared to go their separate ways. Hans' eyes followed the wrist grabber until he went deeper into the palace until he couldn't be seen anymore. The merc placed his bottle of ale down which was now nearly finish and went back to the food...until he noticed something blue again from the corner of his eyes.
It was Suna...but she was in the midst of falling down!
Hans turned from the table and quickly took a step in that direction, but before he could even get there...someone else had already caught her. Hans didn't seem too bothered at first, and just looked relieved that the elf didn't fall, but as he continued walking over to see if she was okay..."Suna, are you oka-" Hans stopped and looked at the male, his brows furrowing a bit. The guy that had saved her...was the cocky noble Hans bumped into earlier....
POW
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DUR
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SEN
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STA
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CON
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HEALTH senior
SKIN senior
MANA POOL 80/80
MANA REGEN 25 IC / 20 OOC
ITEMS Cosmic Blessing
NOTES Jealous slightly inebriated Hans time? Hans' outfit (He's also wearing a pair of fake fangs and white gloves.)
[attr="class","textie"]This was so eerily like the stories he read growing up. Reading so many stories on knights, and princesses, there were often tales of grand balls that were held for some important event whether it be a coronation, wedding, or something else entirely. He saw many new people entire the room, some talking with one another, others dancing, there was a tension brewing between a few people. It was interesting to say the least to observe everything. As one of the servers walked by he grabbed a wine glass from the tray, and he stared at the liquid, though he didn't drink it. What he wanted to do most was approach Samson, and asked the one eyed man how he had been. He felt like that man was the last tether he had to a world that was lost to him, the last thread on a dwindling tapestry.
So much had changed since he had exited, and this place showed him that more than ever. Nobles accepting commoners, people with strange racial traits mingling amongst each other, and people he knew were gone replaced with strange counterparts. To him he felt as if he had wandered into the worst possible timeline ever, everything flipped on it's head. He let out another sigh as he continued to scan the room the music was pleasant enough. There was a woman with blue hair who had seemed to almost fall down, but she was caught by someone before she could hit the ground. Perhaps her partner, but another dark haired man walked up to her seeming to check on her. It appeared she had two partners, though it was not an unheard of practice, he didn't expect someone to be so bold as to flaunt it like that. Though it truly was none of his concern.
Out of the corner of his eye he recognized the Captain of the Crimson Lions, Ardere talking to someone, though about what he had no clue. The room was loud, and he didn't feel like concentrating so hard on something that was obviously not his business. Though one day he hoped to spar the man, to see just how strong he was truly was. Vulkan actually wanted to spar every captain when he became strong enough to test himself, and hopefully he would be able to come out on top in each one. To him the Golden Dawn should be the strongest squad, but as it stood he felt they were lacking. Though he did hear they had recently gotten a new Vice Captain someone that he was eager to meet. If Zaven acknowledged them they had to be strong, and Vulkan was eager to test that strength.
Considering he barely slept anymore all he did was train constantly, the few hours he did spend unconscious couldn't be counted as real sleep. The silver haired man didn't realize that he was just brooding in a corner lost in his thoughts as he held a still full glass of wine. Absently he found a table, and sat down, still lost in his thoughts as he set the glass down he continued to just enjoy the atmosphere. It wasn't often he got to see a diverse range of people like this all in one place. It seemed that here your rank, and privilege mattered little, and that was something that meant a great deal to him. During his absence, and perhaps after the calamity the world had changed radically to adapt. That to him was curious, but to ensure survival he supposed even the nobles, and commoners could throw away their differences for a time to work together. At least most of them.
"I wish you were to see this with me my friend..." he spoke quietly to himself as his mind flashed to two people in particular. A man who wielded blood magic, and a little dragon companion both gone. Exhaling a bit he had a sudden need of fresh of air walking out, taking the warmth he produced with him until he was out in the hallway. It was a bit crowded in there for him at the moment, loosening the collar on his suit, he made his way down the hallway, and out to the streets. He didn't know why his thoughts had been jumping all over the place, perhaps it was just the atmosphere, or seeing the mish mash of people. "I need to get better at being around others it appears..." he said taking a deep breath of the cool air.
The cattish woman tilted her head just a little as she listened to the woman. She wasn't sure if that really qualified as......all that different from what she'd just said. But well, it was.... a little obvious that despite how accomodating and affixed to her presence the woman was, she still couldn't QUiiiiiiiiiiite evade the apparent Noble inclination toward being a bit of a bitch. But for now she didn't mind it too much. In fact it made it a little more cute when Eritheia showed genuine interest and inclination to maintaining the conversation with her. Well, even if pehraps a portion of that was having an outlet for her General Grievances. She smiled just a bit, looking the woman up and down, taking a brief moment to admire the woman's dress before she spoke up again. "I suppose that makes sense. And yes warding evil. Our own festival was in regards to placating evil spirits, leaving out treats to lead them away, and haunting effigies to scare them. My mother used to say that witches of old would use the effigies to drain the power of demons and ev il spirits and make it their own, keeping them from our forest." She hummed, taking another bite from a kebab.
She chuckled just a little at the woman's assessment of the witch's forest. "Well I suppose when you think of it like that. In a similar fashion that I would have felt a bit disinclined to live in a place made from carved rocks. But as you can see, the reality far surpasses the mental image." She hummed softly, tapping her foot for a moment before taking another bite of meat from the skewer. "As for our Queen, I suppose that depends on your perspective. From the perspective of a witch? Not really, she has our best interests at heart and is very vigilant from intruders. But from the perspective of horny human men, salivating at tales of a kingdom made entirely of magically-gifted women? She would probably come off as quite wicked indeed." She chugkled gently. [color=goldenrod. Entirely not aware of the woman's staring at her and imagining what her life would be like in different circumstances.
Of course, when the woman fixed on her being a witch, she paused, that warm smile briefly vanishing for a moment as she glanced up at them. "Some do, but truth be told, it's a bit of a barbaric and perverse practice as seen by the general population. Roving out and hunting for some sweaty human male isn't exactly the picture of elegance. We're quite capable of reproducing without humans. Those that choose other venues simply do so by choice. There's no shortage of romances that come to pass." She noted with a slightly terse tone. Perhaps the only little sliver of disdain the woman had really expressed since coming into the clover kingdom. "But enough about that. What about yourself? Do Nobles go about on an annual hunts for commoners to fraternize with?" She ventured with a tilt of her head, finishing one of her skewers and setting it on an empty plate. "As for your other question I wasn't all that intent on joining the clover Kingdom military. Things are peaceful between them and the witches for now. But humans have a tendency to take advantage of what leeway they're given. I'm not sure it would be wise to form bonds that may turn out to be .....temporary. If any diplomatic fallout happened with the witches, I doubt comraderie would make much a difference." She shrugged, before smiling nervously.
"I'm sorry, that sounds pretty callous I suppose doesn't it?" She sighed and rubbed her eyelids. "In any case, I'm not very keen on pledging myself to any human groups anytime soon. But well, never say never I suppose. It's possible I may change my mind. I've a lot to learn about .... all of this." She noted, gesturing about herself.
Azure eyes met with a pair of dark eyes...but they were not familiar. Instead of the expected mysterious and quiet ones, these eyes were proud and haughty. "Are you all right?" He asked, just as she heard Hans ask her the same thing.
"I-I’m fine." She regained her footing, but the noble’s hand on her wrist did not let go. "T-Thank you for catching me, sir, but you can let go of me now." Only then did the hold on her lessen.
The noble stepped back and bowed slightly. "Do you dance, m’lady?" And offered her a gloved hand, as if expecting her to take it like any available lady.
"Y-Yes," she stammered, then took a few sideways steps towards where she assumed the dark mage was standing, "b-but...I came with someone else" and laid a hand on Hans’ arm, if he would allow it.
Only now did the noble notice the one whom she was referring to, and even the mask he wore did not hide his sudden frown of displeasure. The gallant posture he had just a moment before had immediately morphed into a belittling one. "Ah, so you’re also one of them," he sneered, then glanced down at his gloves. He snapped his fingers. "Waiter!" A nearby waiter came hurrying over. "Take off these dirty gloves and burn them outside. I can’t wear them anymore after touching such filth." He looked pointedly at the duo, and as the waiter obediently fulfilled his orders, the noble looked down on them from his nose up in the air.
Suna felt herself trembling in a growing fit of rage. "How dare you?" How could he talk down to people of a different rank like that? Did he think he could beat them in a fight? But she remembered that they were in public, and this...this was no different from those witches who used to bully and look down on her. This was nothing new, but to think the same negative behavior also existed here...
If Hans had allowed her hand on his arm earlier, he would feel her hand squeeze his arm tightly. She took a few calming breaths. Only then would she trust herself to speak. "What’s your name?" If anything, she knew that such arrogant personalities rarely missed out on an opportunity to give out their names, as they thought so highly of themselves, above everyone else. So it was no surprise that it happened here.
"That’s Sir Ulric von Tybolt to you, wench."
"So you’re one of them, I see." She remarked. Her tone was light and even, but her blue eyes flashed in agitation. "My teacher would not be very happy to hear that her pupil is being mistreated...at their family’s own ball, no less." If the man was smart, that should be enough of an indication that she was not to be messed with. She could have easily dropped a few powerful names here and there, but she did not want to rely on her connections to get her out of this situation. It would be a waste to call in a favor over a mere insult. Besides, there was no need to waste her breath on such a person.
Throwing a final warning look at the now-puzzled noble, the elf would tug at her escort's arm and attempt to steer him away. Hopefully he would catch her wordless hint and allow himself to be pulled away...unless he was too drunk to take the hint and lash out at the noble...
Notes & Stuff
Outfit: hover image minus the little hat (original)
”Ooooh I can’t thank you enough for finding her. I was so worried about my little princess. I hope she didn’t cause you any trouble, sir Knight.”
How did things turn out this way? A bead of sweat uncomfortably worked its way down the side of his torso beneath his clothing as he stood, rather stiffly, before the man who was busy thanking him. How did helping some little girl find the friends she lost while playing turn into searching the streets for a couple of kids to return them to their parents. Who were in the palace. ”No, really, it was no problem at all. I was happy to help return her to you.” Roman replied as he lifted his hands up, smiling kind of awkwardly. Not that talking to someone was awkward for him. No, no, not at all. He was socially competent. It was just the setting and where he currently was that had Roman sweating a little.
”You Golden Dawns are always so reliable. Thank you again. Come on Lauretta. How did you even get down to the streets?” the father asked as he led his daughter and her friends from Roman back to wherever it was they were participating in the celebrations at. Roman remained where he was standing, contemplating a few things in his head, before he noticed the little girl had turned back to look at him. She smiled and waved at him prompting the Magic Knight to softly smile and wave back. He had a soft spot for kids. Maybe it was because he was the oldest brother to a rather large family and had spent most of his life helping to take care of his youngest siblings. When they were out of sight Roman finally let out the pent up sigh he had been saving up. Great. I’m here now. he thought to himself as he lifted his head to look around.
This was his first time in the palace and, as he thought, it was impressively oppressive. For a brief moment he compared it to the small home he once lived in. The image of the tiny two bedroom home made from wood flashed before his eyes before being replaced with what was before his eyes. You could probably fit the old house in this place a hundred times and still have room.. Roman thought to himself, slightly overwhelmed, as he scratched his cheek before focusing his attention back on the situation.
Of course as Roman looked about the place he quickly came to a realization. Everyone, or most everyone, was dressed up in some way. Dresses and suits, costumes, and even masks. He blinked. Those green eyes went from looking around the venue to looking down at his own body. He was… incredibly under dressed. He was wearing his normal, brown, clothes and boots as well as his Golden Dawn mantle. He never went out without the thing after all. Well that’s on me. I wasn’t planning on coming after all. he thought to himself while also concluding that he didn’t actually own anything that would be adequate for this ceremony. Maybe nobody would care or notice him too much. He wished he had a spell that could make him smaller.
But then something hit his nose. The arousing aroma of delicious foods hit his nostrils just as it had done back in the streets. Following his nose instead of talking to anyone, and trying to make himself not stand out at all, Roman approached the catering tables and found what he was looking for. Assortment of practically shining gold dishes and meals with some having ingredients he had never seen before. If his eyes were gems they’d be shining. Okay. Plan established. Have a plate or two. Enjoy some free royal class cuisine then head back. Nothing wrong with that. he concluded happily as he grabbed himself a plate and started grabbing things. Meats glazed with honey, steaming vegetables, something that looked fish, breads. He didn’t take too much though. Didn’t want to be a little glutton and save enough for everybody else.
But while his taste buds were in eager anticipation for taking a bite of this food, his ears wound up catching something that earned his attention a little. "A witch, huh? Sounds rather interesting. Are seeking more from the kingdom than just a night of amusement? Are you, like others, seeking to join the Magic Knights?" Roman blinked as he turned his head towards the sound of the conversation. Eavesdropping was rude. He knew this. But at the same time something that was said peaked his interest. Was it the mention of a witch? Or was it perhaps someone asking about another's reason to join the Magic Knights? Green eyes blinked as they looked over his shoulder, settling his gaze on the two women who were conversing amongst themselves.
One was a rather plain looking woman with black hair and the other was a beyond beautiful maiden with silvery white hair. Roman blinked when his eyes locked onto her. She’s pretty. he thought to himself before he wound up listening a little more to their conversation. What were they talking about? He found himself frowning a little though as he listened in to hear the black haired woman talking about horny men. He wasn’t sure that was an appropriate topic for this environment. But continuing to listen eventually caused him to chuckle a little. ”I’m sorry but that’s silly, don’t you think?” Roman suddenly asked, intruding on their conversation.
”I don’t think there’s a magic that just allows someone to just have a baby. There’s a lot more that goes into it than just reading words from a grimoire, you know? A man and a woman both are needed for a kid, not just one without the other.” Roman interjected, finding that particular little line kinda funny. He blinked though when he realized that he was quite literally a stranger joining in on a conversation with invitation or greeting. ”Ah, I’m sorry for being rude. Sometimes I run my mouth without thinking. But you shouldn’t worry, I think, about any falling out between the witches and the kingdom. A common enemy unites forces and us humans aren’t as bad as you might make us out to be. You should look to join one of the Magic Knights if you want to see the good in us, I think.” Roman commented, looking directly at the woman named Shizuyoro as he did so.
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Last Edit: Oct 30, 2020 19:38:29 GMT -5 by Deleted
It didn't take long for Captain Ardere to notice him approaching, as the familiar ki making his towards him caught his attention. "Yeah... It's been a while, huh..." Charles nodded, agreeing with Ardere. It has been a while since he actually saw him, a lot of things have changed. The silver mage as a whole had changed, with a change of perception regarding the Kingdom and the current threat. The Black Bull wasn't the type of person who would normally go around asking someone to train him, it was simply not part of his personality and such a request was something out of character on his part. Ardere was a capable man and one of the strongest mages in the Kingdom, he had previously trained with him but mostly ignored some important parts. Ultimately regretting being ignorant, he briefly remembered his speech back in the Volcanic Mana Zone, which now gave him some hope of self-improvement to Charles. [break][break] As Ardere quickly asked the two females for a moment, it seemed like he was quick to catch-on considering such formality and choice of words wasn't something normal, especially from a commoner who just resulted to be inside the Black Bulls. Charles noticed some sort of conflict in the Captain's face, judging by the way he closed his eyes, maybe he needed some time to think about training him or not. It was fine to him after all the silver mage didn't come here with confidence that he was going to outright said yes, but it was worth the try anyway. "I came here to ask you fully aware that you are not going to make it easy, you are the Captain of the Crimson Lions, after all." Charles gave a nod to the Captain, it was true. The Black Bull knew it, if he accepts it, he wasn't going to make it easy, he was going to make the training hard. It wasn't part of his personality to simply make things easy, and with much less reason a Magic Knight to came all the way here requesting to train him. "If I have to drop everything, that includes my laziness. I will... I promise I will surpass all my limits." Once again nodding and agreeing with Ardere's terms for training him, if he had to do all of that in order to train him, he accepted it. The silver mage came all the way here with that objective in mind and he already had gone too far to give up on it. [break][break] Accepting the Crimson Lions' Captain conditions to train him, it was time for him to find out when he will have the time to train and where they should meet. He was a Captain, so it was normal for him to be busy most of the time, especially now that the Daemons have officially declared war on the Clover Kingdom. It was needed for him to schedule a time and place. So that the silver mage could also try to free up that day to train, though if he spoke with his Captain and Vice-Captain it was likely they were going to say yes, after all, Charles was going to do something productive, which was quite uncommon, especially something between the words of training with Captain Ardere. "Right... So when shall I meet you when the time comes for you to train me and what will it consist of?" The Black Bull asked, if possible he wanted to know what he was going to face in order to prepare himself beforehand, he knew it wasn't going to be easy, but the more he knew the better. They were also other things that he needed to improve on, such as his sensory abilities, which he could maybe make up with learning Ki. He needed a way to detect illusions and his surroundings better. Once again they were many options for him, but he was curious to see if the Captain had something in mind. [break][break]
“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”
Hans stared down the man who was currently helping the elf up. If it was almost anyone else, the merc would've been fine...but it had to be this guy as if the universe was trying to test the dark mage or something.
The merc's dark eyes squinted at the other male's hand...grasping his date's wrist. Though no words were being said on his part, one could obviously tell from the look on Hans' face that he didn't like the exchange he was witnessing. Even after the guy stepped back, Hans continued to watch the guy. The noble was so bold, even asking Suna to..dance!? Hans' heart was racing, yet he remained still. There were many things that the dark mage wanted to do to this guy, but he kept himself from doing it, and instead tried to look on the bright side of this. At least this guy was able to stop Suna from falling on her face...that could've been humiliating for her so there's that.
Fortunately, the sound mage declined and inched herself to Hans, but even with her hand on his arm, the merc did not take his eyes off of the noble who was now looking back at him, and as expected, the snobby guy's attitude changed...
Listening to this guy's awful words, Hans was also getting more agitated like the sound mage. Normally, stuff like this doesn't really bother him, but to have someone he cares so much for being talked down on like this...it felt so different than when it's just himself. More...personal.
Even with all the bottled up anger, Hans was doing an amazing job at keeping his cool...or more like keeping himself from getting violent...unlike previous times, but those situations were different. This guy was just throwing out words which for the most part could be ignored.
Until he had the audacity to call his partner...a wench.
The merc's gloved hands were now in fists, practically shaking. Whatever thin barriers that were holding the man back was beginning to crumble as anger and..a bit of alcohol had started to overtake it. Hans was barely listening to what Suna was saying at this point, but he did go with her after feeling the tug...for a few steps.
Hans stopped and glanced back at that Ulric person. He was now talking with some folks nearby, almost as if he forgot the exchange. The dark mage turned around with silent rage in his eyes as he stepped back over to the noble. He would've demanded an apology, but Hans knew these sorts of people, so he didn't bother wasting his breath.
Instead...
"What do you want, vermi-" Before the noble could finish, Hans cocked his fist back, and launched it forward, hitting the guy in his nose hard enough to make him fall over! The noble fell on his back and eventually squirmed to his side, holding his hands over his nose in pain. The people he was talking to and some folks nearby were left shocked, a combination of gasps, shouts, and whispers. Still looking down at the 'poor' man, Hans simply adjusted his suit before walking back over to Suna if she were still there. Being someone who does not like to make a scene or stand out too much, Hans knew full well that this was a bad idea, and was going to regret it later most likely...but for now, it really did help him blow off some of that steam.
"Let's go dance." He'd simply say while holding out a hand, attempting to go deeper into the palace...and away from that scene.
POW
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DUR
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SEN
20
STA
23
CON
49
HEALTH senior
SKIN senior
MANA POOL 80/80
MANA REGEN 25 IC / 20 OOC
ITEMS Cosmic Blessing
NOTES Hans' outfit (He's also wearing a pair of fake fangs and white gloves.)
Post by Eritheia Silva on Oct 31, 2020 2:03:18 GMT -5
Eritheia smirked at Shizu's comments. As if living in rotted trees came close to the extravagance of sculpted stone, precious metals, and polished marble. She contemplated whether it was worth remarking but she figured such distinctions would be wasted on her. She might not wish ill on commoners but she certainly felt the weight of her superiority. With all that considered she continued to fantasize. It was a fantasy of a life outside these walls, outside of this kingdom. It was a sweet escape but terribly short-lived. She couldn't just run away. There was no escape, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. There was a desire to loosen the oppressive stranglehold but what about her privilege? That - that she wanted to keep. If living without it meant living in dirty forests and make-shift homes connected by vines and frayed rope bridges, she'd pass. Yes, she very much wanted to avoid that.
Sweaty human male? Eritheia glanced up from her seemingly bottomless wine glass. She stared quizzically at Shizu. What? She thought to herself. There seemed to be a discrepancy. Either Shizu had imbibed more wine and succumbed to loose lips or Eritheia's mind had become foggy from how much she had consumed. The dulling effect of the wine hadn't quite taken and so she knew it wasn't something she said. Then again, Eritheia did express an interest and this was possibly Shizu's way of sharing as she had this entire evening. A part of her felt embarrassed by the topic. It felt as though it were off limits somehow - a taboo of sorts. She wasn't about to clue Shizu in on her girlish discomfort. It felt juvenile after all. She is perfectly mature enough to have such a conversation. She knows everything about that. She's a grown woman. Then again, she had been sheltered some. No, she was educated, refined, and worldly. Such a topic wouldn't destabilize her like some inexperienced school girl.
Hiding her blushful response with a scrunched face and pursed lips, Eritheia welcomed Roman's response. "Right. That's not entirely accurate." It was then she realized it was a man who was speaking. She turned and stared at him before quickly averting her gaze. Why was this brought up and the only person around to interject was a man? What is he doing here? She thought in a panic. "I've read books about witches, including those written by witches and they speak of a festival. It believe she called it the Lupercalia festival. It is intended not only to ward of evil spirits but to promote good health and fertility. The book I speak of, written by a famed Witch author, describes the festival as a time when a fertile witch, of her own volition, journeys outside the forest to find a suitable mate. She uses magic and her feminine wiles to intoxicate his senses in an effort to achieve copulation and thereby pregnancy. Her description of it is quite mystical and arcane but beautiful in its own right. She had a poetic flare to her writing. It's quite popular. I'm sure even you've read it." She said while directing her attention to Roman.
Eritheia paused, her mouth now agape. She couldn't quite summon the words nor could she hide her disapproval. "Wha..." The word seemed to break at her lips and fall out unfinished with only the sound of air escaping from her mouth. She continued to struggle, attempting to find an agreeable way to address his attire. "Why are you dressed like that?" Her phrasing was sharp, emphatic, and clearly highlighted her confusion and disapproval. It would be untrue to say she didn't expect people like Roman to dress so inappropriately. That being said, there was an expectation that Magic Knights dress nicely and not attend with their normal squad uniform. "This isn't a relief mission in Hage. This is the Royal Palace." Eritheia let out an exaggerated sigh before picking at her plate and staring into her glass.
It was apparent she was displeased with his attire, but she couldn't be so rude as to not introduce him. "What's your name again?" She requested quite casually, as if not knowing a fellow squad member's name wasn't a light insult. She had seen him around but they didn't know one another very well. They were both members of the Golden Dawn. Then there was that. She couldn't quite understand why he was a member. Why would a prestigious squad want a commoner such as him. She knew it was only a matter of time until fate paired her with him on some mission. It was just her luck. She could only bide her time and hope for the best. "He's in my squad - The Golden Dawn. It's quite the prestigious squ..aad." She started out smiling at Shizu before her gaze landed on Roman. She practically choked on her own words as they collided with the revulsion in her voice. She made a clicking noise with her mouth before taking a swig of her wine to cleanse the taste of mediocrity from her mouth.
"Anyways." She said with a dismissive chuckle. "He's right. There are Witches in the Magic Knights. I can't say I know of any personally but maybe he does. I mean, maybe you do." She corrected herself by directing her attention to Roman. She let out a polite laugh before taking another sip of her wine. Eritheia stared at Roman with the expectation that he'd take a seat. It was impolite to stand beside a table for too long. "Take a seat." She said with a smile before kicking the chair from under the table and causing it to rush toward his groin. That would be an uncomfortable way to continue the conversation should the chair strike him in such a sensitive area.
"You have an interesting point of view on alliances. You're comfortable roaming around our land and cavorting with the people of the kingdom but are secretly prepared to engage in war should, how did you put it, there be a 'diplomatic fallout? That's quite pessimistic of you. You didn't initially strike me as the pessimistic type." She said while smiling at Shizu. "What exactly do you know of humans? After all, you didn't seem to know about the Lupercalia festival which is written by a witch, so it stands to reason you're not as versed on humans either. Every race has their faults. War isn't unique to humans, that much is clear."
The sudden intrusion into their conversation was not too much of a surprise, they WERE discussing a fairly unique subject in the middle of a crowded ballroom of all things. Truth be told, she was surprised none of the ambient nobles had swooped in to chime in on Erithea's assessment of them. That as it were, the man's interjection caused her to lift a brow slightly. As he promptly made the assumption that she was saying that witches did ....not have sex? And of all things, continued on to try and explain the basics of sexual reproduction to her, eliciting a furrowing of her brows. She glanced at Erithea, and saw that she was just as dumbfounded as him. Temporarily, at least having a moment long enough to express her own second-hand assessment of some...book? Written by a witch. Given that the woman had only more or less guessed at her own witchhood she could only imagine what passed for proof of such a thing among humans. ......then again she suppose it was entirely possible that they might even be dissuaded from believing SHE was a witch.
Actually....now that she thought about it, she hadn't really done anything to prove she WAS a witch. She supposed that just went to show the thoroughness of human assessment. They knew nothing of witches, so it probably wasn't that hard to get them to think one knew something about them. She looked from Eritheia, to Roman for a moment and looked him up and down before furrowing her brows. "....Right.... of course..." She murmured. Concerned as to what exactly had been fed to these humans. Though certainly if rumors of some sort of rampant interracial sex festival had been circulating that certainly would explain why humans had been so keen on the witch's forest before. Ugh, though knowing some of the witches she'd met, there was an entire possibility that some witches DID celebrate such a depraved festival. She was begining to wonder why Eritheia had even brought this up.
It was this exact moment that she noticed a slight discomfort around Erithea's expression as things got a bit more ...in depth. Thanks, naturally, to the male that had butted into the conversation. And she coulnd't help but smile just a little at that, amused as the woman promptly began to get shy about the conversation topic SHE had brought up. How fascinating, so she WAS capable of other facial expressions. Adorable.
"The golden dawn? Poetic. So you're both members of the same squad? I hear they're quite selective of their members, and generally that members of the same squad generally have some very core aspects in common. Is that true?" She asked, DEEPLY expressing interest as she leaned forward and looked between the two of them. Was she perhaps giddy to se the reaction of the Noble being told she was , presumably, similar to the man? Perhaps. She was fascinated and curious if squad comraderie was stronger than classism. It was then she did notice one BIG thing about his ensemble. "Ah, you don't have a mask. Did you want one?" She asked, smiling behind her own feline covering as she canted her head to the side. Sure he was a bit brutish, but at the very least she could probably put something neat together. Perhaps something to match his uniform? Maybe she should just make him a costume all outright? She was the best at making women's clothes, but she was sure she could put something together simple. Maybe a cloak or something? Oooh, a nice rugged vine cloak with a smiling wolf mask to go under a hood? Well, perhaps not the most elegant thing. At that point she was eyeing Roman and tapping her chin thoughtfully as she mentally inventoried several possible combinations to make him more presentable.
Suna could sense the dark mage’s discomfort, and even though she had not seen his facial expressions, she could still feel his arm shaking ever so slightly. Please, please don’t do anything, Hans... At this point, she was more worried about Hans than the insults directed towards herself. So far, he had done a great job of keeping it all in. At least, that was what she thought. She had just breathed a sigh of relief when he followed her away from that snobby noble...until he stopped.
The femme whirled around just in time to see the mercenary land a fist right in the middle of the noble’s face. On one hand, she was shocked...but on the other hand, she was not. She knew that he did not like drawing attention to himself anymore than she did, but that alcohol did seem to have loosened up his self control. She gasped as the punch connected with the conceited face, but a tiny part of her was glad when it did. Served him right.
The noble toppled over like a pile of books stacked too high, and it was not a pretty sight. He was groaning in pain and writhing on the ground, a complete contrast to his earlier haughty demeanor. But now the people were looking and pointing at the mercenary, whispers filling the air. Hans only straightened himself and held out a hand, which Suna instinctively took. She only nodded mutely at his offer to dance, and was only too glad to hasten away from that scene. Thanks to the sheer magnitude of the palace and crowds of people in it, they were able to leave the scene behind with none the wiser. As far as she knew, at least.
Now that they were a good way from the noble and whispering people, the elf pulled him in and spoke in a low tone. "Thank you for trying to defend me." She squeezed his arm. She really was grateful that he cared so much for her honor, and knew of his good intentions, even though his methods of executing them were not exactly suitable at a place like this. There were probably better ways on how to handle that without drawing attention to themselves, but what is done is done. There were also some other things she wanted to say to him, but she bit down on her tongue.
"Okay, let’s go dance." She said instead. Suna had to thank the instrumentalists for playing a succession of waltzes, as the basic steps were easy to get into, even for beginners. Assuming that he would lead to the middle of the floor, she would follow. "Just relax. I’ll follow whatever you lead." She smiled reassuringly, then lightly placing her left hand on his shoulder and her right hand clasped in his hand.
The middle of the ballroom were already starting to fill up with whirling pairs of individuals, the dancing now underway. Splashes of hues, flashes of jewels. Twists of masks, traces of rouge. Fool and king, ghoul and goose, clown and beast, queen and priest. They would easily blend into this blend of people. That was a different type of relief, being able to lose oneself in a crowd.
Assuming that the mercenary would start moving, the elf would follow, letting him lead. She did, however, try to predict what his next moves were, and where his feet were at. It was almost like swordplay, trying to anticipate what your partner would do and how one would do in response to it. They were so close to each other, bodies almost flush against each other. That brought into mind of another time in another place… The young woman flushed slightly. She must not dwell on that. They were in public, for goodness’ sake!
"You’re doing great." She murmured in encouragement, and squeezed his arm. She had been so preoccupied with her dancing partner, she had forgotten to look at her surroundings. But now she took note of the couples around her, all unfamiliar with their masks on. That is, until she felt a somewhat familiar mana signature. Somewhat, as it felt like a distant memory. It was from behind her, but following the dance flow, the couple (Valo Stark✾ and Alyssa Lilygate❃) would come into her line of sight soon...
Notes & Stuff
Outfit: hover image minus the little hat (original)
