sir rictor cassul, korporal. (templars) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-07-12 16:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, almalexia lliryn, rictor cassul, seloria cassul |
on this little cold parcel of land where our father's fathers lived.
Who: Rictor, Seloria, and Lex
What: Sending off the pair to Kerwon.
Where: The Aerodrome
When: Late June
Rating: Tame
Status: Complete!
And I have to at least see her once before you leave, his sister had said, and Rictor had gamely gone along with the proposition—it was possibly high time that the two of them met, and it’d be an interesting scene, setting those two blondes against each other and seeing what would result. But as the minute of their departure inched closer, the holy knight felt a strange fluttering bout of nerves as he waited beside the mage, peering up at the creaking bulk of their airship as it waited for them. “There she is,” he finally said, nudging Lex with his elbow as his nineteen-year-old sister came swanning through the crowds—as gracefully as if Seloria could simply float through other humes, head held high and untouchable. “Be nice,” Ric added, whispering into Lex’s ear, but it was obvious by the rueful grin on his face and in his voice that he was joking. Already attached. The dancer could see it from where she was approaching through the din of people. She seemed to glide through the bustling crowd, as if her feet never left the ground or touched it. He'd leaned into her so comfortably. Not to mention he had a tell-tale glow in her presence. It took everything within Seloria not to smile grimly at both of them. He had to understand that mother would have to like her or life would be...well, it'd be difficult. Did he explain the family tradition to her? Was she excepting of that? If he hadn't warned her, mother would blindside the poor woman with it. She ushered all those thoughts aside as she came within earshot of them, not that she could hear the whispers. "Brother," she said the word with affection. Leaning in, she embraced him before this person whom she had seen before. Seloria just never found a reason to approach her at church. He had made an interesting choice, but she could see the alignment in the light of Faram. She hadn't introduced herself to the woman, waiting for her brother to do the honor. She simply turned to face and acknowledge her. Decorum snapped back to him like a sudden reminder, and he nodded at the two women, one hand gesturing by way of introduction. “Lex, this is Seloria Cassul, my younger sister—a dancer with the bards’ guild. Lori, this is Almalexia Lliryn. She’s with the mages and the church.” Rictor took a step back, rather as if he were unleashing two wild animals into the same space. Regardless of Rictor’s presence and its usual effect on her, Lex attempted at once to appear as she usually did—solemn, thoughtful, and of course respectful to the young woman now before her. “It is good to make your acquaintance,” she said afterward, bowing her head in greeting. Her gaze, however, was plainly curious to take in the sight. How immediately different she was from the elder sister, Lex noted, and how intriguing. The grace she carried herself with was by no means unexceptional. “Rictor has often mentioned you, of course.” Being told she was mentioned, Seloria looked playfully scandalized at her brother. "All good things, I hope." A common line of conversation, before she reached out and took the other woman's hands. "I can see and have heard how very fond he is of you. I am only sorry I had not approached you sooner, but I felt it would be best for him to give the introduction." Seloria's hands were gloved, concealing the fact that they weren't silken like most women who did not work with their hands. "Almalexia is such a lovely name," she said with a bright smile. She liked the look of her. She was definitely beautiful, at least by the standards of home. The woman looked like she'd blend right in with the rest of him, fair hair and all. "Do you dance?" While that might have sounded like a simple question, her aim was to get her dear brother to sweat a little. It was also to prepare them both for the their journey. And now, of course, Rictor was reminded why he’d put off these introductions for so long, watching the way Lex stiffened slightly at the casual touch. “Hey,” he cut in jokingly, “what do you take me for? Of course we’ve gone dancing.” But there was another look exchanged with Lex (an unspoken understanding), and he took a deep breath and disengaged, letting her now contend with Seloria’s gentle nudges and interrogations. It was smoothly done on his sister’s part, he had to admit: like steering a ship, the dancer’s hand on the tiller, testing the waters while they spoke. No matter how many times he told Seloria or the Feldwebel that it wasn’t what they thought, that this trip wasn’t like that (Lex was meeting the parents, yes, but the parents were incidental to Kerwon itself, and for Faram’s sake could they stop insinuating as such)—but the more he kept saying it, the more like a lie it felt. And the more his place by her side seemed inevitable, that he wouldn’t part with it for the world. The two women questioned and parried and danced around each other and got to know one another, until the departure bell started tolling through the Aerodrome, signalling it was time for the travelers to depart. |