Midwinter Fun (Also: Getting To Know Your Nobles)|
Nov 17, 2010 14:36:26 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Nov 17, 2010 14:36:26 GMT -5
Nagi just gave a small, amused smile and hoped no one would take offense. Then again, he reflected as he picked up a small nut-filled pastry to nibble, Locket had done the same sort of thing at past events. And she was Soahcian, which tended to go a long way toward people just waving off peculiarities, especially small, silly ones.
Yeva just laughed at the sight. A Soahcian herself, she enjoyed seeing people break away from the norm. “Perhaps we should all follow suit and leave our husbands to dance with each other,” she suggested to Lady Kanani.
Lady Isabella Richter arrived then, her black gown trimmed with winter wolf fur. A relatively young woman for her position as judge and the youngest of Khelek’s appointed nobles, Isabella had strands of silvery-grey thread woven into her braided hairstyle and a corset under her gown and a pattern of embroidery around the bust gave the illusion of a more womanly figure. Otherwise, she was sure, with her black hair and flat figure, she’d not seem much older than their princess. Her husband looked more his age; though his dark brown hair was untouched with grey, it was thinning, and his beard held more iron than brown.
“Your Highness,” she murmured, curtsying to Nagi. “And my lords and ladies,” she added, greeting her fellows.
“Ah, I see our princess has started things off,” Lord Richter rumbled, chuckling at her and Filly.
Isabella just pursed her lips and eyed her husband.
Schuldig shrugged. “I got along with Shard well enough before I joined up and I don’t have to try to live with them all. I think a lot of the shouting with Locket was actually between her and another foreign priest, but the other Proud didn’t exactly send out the welcome wagon, either.” He gave a sharp grin. “With me, it doesn’t hurt that I don’t really care about being liked.” The Proud would never have him jumping through hoops to win their approval.
Yeva just laughed at the sight. A Soahcian herself, she enjoyed seeing people break away from the norm. “Perhaps we should all follow suit and leave our husbands to dance with each other,” she suggested to Lady Kanani.
Lady Isabella Richter arrived then, her black gown trimmed with winter wolf fur. A relatively young woman for her position as judge and the youngest of Khelek’s appointed nobles, Isabella had strands of silvery-grey thread woven into her braided hairstyle and a corset under her gown and a pattern of embroidery around the bust gave the illusion of a more womanly figure. Otherwise, she was sure, with her black hair and flat figure, she’d not seem much older than their princess. Her husband looked more his age; though his dark brown hair was untouched with grey, it was thinning, and his beard held more iron than brown.
“Your Highness,” she murmured, curtsying to Nagi. “And my lords and ladies,” she added, greeting her fellows.
“Ah, I see our princess has started things off,” Lord Richter rumbled, chuckling at her and Filly.
Isabella just pursed her lips and eyed her husband.
Schuldig shrugged. “I got along with Shard well enough before I joined up and I don’t have to try to live with them all. I think a lot of the shouting with Locket was actually between her and another foreign priest, but the other Proud didn’t exactly send out the welcome wagon, either.” He gave a sharp grin. “With me, it doesn’t hurt that I don’t really care about being liked.” The Proud would never have him jumping through hoops to win their approval.