seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, |
It was a very fortunate thing that the steps of these social interactions had been bred into her, Juliette thought, for this situation was surely too bizarre for her to have managed it otherwise. She likely looked a little dazed, but her feet knew what to do -- she followed the young woman onto the dance floor, dropped a curtsy of her own, and stepped into position to follow, though she was the taller of the two. Even the words -- “The honor is mine” -- were automatic and proper and required little thought. She flushed scarlet at the introduction, realizing she had been far too dazed to offer her name or ask her companion’s. “A pleasure, Lady Cassul.” The name was a jolt, too. A relation of the councilor’s? The accent seemed similar… And she was meant to be talking. Say something, she implored herself, as if the internal command could make the words tumble past her lips. “Lady Juliette Coulombe,” she managed at last. ---------- It was as if the girl was being hit by one surprise after another. Seloria had obviously pulled her into something new or was constantly throwing her off. It was curious to watch her react in such a way, but still manage to keep up with her. It was definitely impressive to say the least. The automatic words spoke much of her breeding. Despite the fact that she was clearly not fully comfortable with the situation, her upbringing shone through. No matter. This would be but a fleeting moment in each other's company. Perhaps she'd inquire further about her later, but for now, she wished to enjoy the feel of the girl's body within her arms and the color that touched her cheeks. The silence stretched for a bit, but she didn't press the girl. She simply moved along with the rhythm, continuing to guide her along. She was then rewarded with a name, "Lady Coulombe," she said with a smile. "Juliette is such a lovely name." ---------- “Thank you. I believe it was my great-grandmother’s.” This answer was automatic, too, not at all painful as it had been when she had been a child and slowly realizing that among her peers she was the only one to know little of her family history. She had learned just enough over the years to parrot the pertinent information back to potential suitors. And, apparently, to lovely young ladies who acted quite unlike any other young ladies she had ever met. Evidence of the fact: the dance was progressing smoothly and gracefully, without incident, and the hand at her back provided a firm yet flexible lead which could be followed with hardly any thought at all. “You are a very accomplished dancer,” she complimented -- again, calling on her training, for wasn’t this something to be said to partners who didn’t step on one’s feet? Lady Cassul was doing a fair sight better than that, so for once, Juliette even meant it. ---------- "You are the picture of a perfect lady." The compliment came easily. It was something that her mom had once said to her a long time ago. It made Seloria wonder about her own path and how she could have ended up like the girl before her if her sister had done what she was supposed to do. It was Seloria's turn to be caught off guard at the compliment from the young woman. Her eyes widened with surprise at the sudden turn in conversation, before she smiled. "I am glad to hear it. My teachers would be proud." While the woman wasn't one to brag about her performances, she was curious. "Did you attend the Bard's Guild Gala?" |