seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, |
It felt like she’d been there forever, but not long at all. That could only mean it was a good ball. Not once did she find herself counting the minutes of how long she’d have to continue to stay, but then again she was very easily entertained at such functions as long as she had good partners to partake in dancing with. She’d only now taken a break, curtsying to her partner, before she whisked herself off the refreshments table. Perhaps she’d even go out onto the terrace for some air. It must have been much cooler than the room, heated by the many bodies. She spotted yet another Thieves Guild member and smiled inwardly at them. Reinholdt had a wonderful sense of humor. It was a wonder no one noticed if they were missing anything. She unconsciously checked her jewels, as currently, only three people present knew she was a member herself. The rest might picture her the vision of a perfect target, and she didn’t want to lose anything. More importantly, she didn’t want to spill blood on the dance floor. Taking a flute of champagne as it passed by her, she delicate picked up a finger food off the table, foregoing the plate altogether, and popped it into her mouth. A moment later, she followed it with the drink, allowing the flavors to mix. At home there would have been a feast accompanying the dancing, but the food was not bad, no matter how small. ------- As an Inquisitor, it hadn't been a particular productive evening so far. As the younger Lord Vannes, innocent noble party guest, Redwald had to admit it was a very fun ball. The food, drink, and music was all more than satisfactory, and once he shed the suffocating group that was his immediate family, Red was free to enjoy himself. He sauntered around the room, kissing the hands of beautiful women and inquiring about guests. He hadn't learned anything so far, but the night was still young. There was still time. Breaking himself away from the very obnoxious Lady Manderly (he could only talk about the evening's menu for so long), Red made a beeline for the refreshments table. Despite the show he was starting to put on ("that Redwald Vannes, always the fool," they'd say later), he wasn't at all drunk. He wasn't even tipsy. But he did need to down another flute of champagne if he was to dive back into conversation with another group of pampered, moronic nobles. His eyes settled on the young woman standing just a few feet away. He looked over her pale blonde hair and figure before he realized he recognized her -- this was the one staying with Domina, wasn't it? Red straightened up and flashed her a small smile. "It's... Lady Seloria, correct? You'll have to forgive me if I'm mistaken, I've had quite a bit to drink this evening," he said apologetically, with a little wave of his now-empty glass. ------- Seloria was caught with her mouthful. Her eyes widened a moment at being addressed and she smiled apologetically at her state and turned her head momentarily to finish eating. If this had been a bar it wouldn't have bothered her much, but this was a formal event and while she was more than happy to forego the crazy notion that a woman should never be seen eating while alone, now that someone was talking to her, she felt slightly embarrassed. "Lord Vannes," she said turning back to him. "I am so sorry about that." A moment later, it looked as if she'd completely recovered. "I am Lady Seloria, yes," she confirmed. The girl knew who he was. There were plenty of people telling her to watch out for this one. They told her that he was trouble, but she was sure she could handle whatever kind of trouble he wished to stir up with her. Then again, there was always the entertaining thought of just getting into that trouble with him, but that always depended on his knack for discretion. While others would say he was quite the showboat, she wanted to make the judgment for herself. "I think everyone has had a bit to drink this evening. That is the purpose of a party if I recall correctly." She then added, "Oh, and dancing of course." As if socialization was just something that happened in between. |