super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
He could rarely ever fault anyone for greeting him by a title of his family name at events like this, being a nobleman who'd experienced it for much of his life -- as a squire, admittedly, it had felt bizarre -- and Siana was polite, poised, so it barely fazed him, this time.
There came a smile, directed at the floor, before he met her eyes. "As well as I ever am. Somehow the company is livelier at this time of year, which I suspect has everything to do with Faram's Mass," he confessed, choosing not to mention how draining it was for everyone to be so lively.