Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Open (to multiple?) Faram. This day was certainly to be long and suddenly Aspel deeply recalled why she had chaffed at the firm restrictions and limitations of Knighthood while younger. All of the formality, the specifics, the dress and of course, the constant press of manners did not assist. Then there was the press of eyes, it felt like everyone was watching her. Everyone watching her movements and looking for her next words, some hanging on them, waiting for them… Or perhaps, she was looking far too into the situation, perhaps she was simply scared. At least she had dressed well for this event and looked, as far as she could fathom, quite spectacular to meet those who would come to the festivities.
It would not be the first time that fear welled up inside of her mind and body, that she felt her chest tighten in panic at the thoughts of her secrets getting out and it, undoubtedly, would not be the last. Though, perhaps she would need to more readily call upon Vivi’s aid with relaxation, and for when she was need of mental or emotional release that surely, only discussion could bring with a good friend over a few bottles of wine.
Regardless, this day was here, and she was within the walls of Bahamut hall. At each passing face, a smile would be offered and a greeting with a smile, with each offering of a hand it would be shaken and a sincere offering of thanks given for the attendance of each person who graced the hall. Conversation was pleasant, kept intentionally light and easy. There was no need to ruffle feathers, and certainly, Aspel was planning on doing anything but.
Aspel Cassul, Councilwoman, had plans for this guild, and she would do them, in armor, or in heels, yet.