Emlyn | Early Evening | Closed to Elias
Emmy had already danced with so many people -- young, old, children -- that she thought she was well on her way to her goal of dancing with practically everyone. She hadn't, however, danced with any Clovennians, she didn't think. So, when she spotted the Clovennian Town Marshall, her face lit up. Now was her chance, and it didn't bother her that he looked very serious indeed. It was all the more reason to try to cheer him up, especially on a day of celebration such as today.
But Emlyn thought she might have to warm him up first to convince him, because the tall, broad, intimidatingly handsome fellow did not look like he was very much in a dancing mood just now. She knew her Clovennian wasn't very good, so she would have to rely on her charms. To that end, she fetched a glass of something sweet and light and only very faintly alcoholic, hoping to refresh him even if he wasn't the sort to drink while on duty, and light enough she could drink it if he wouldn't. She approached him with a bright smile, a glowing warmth about her as she held the cup out to him.
In bright Aurellian, she greeted him, "Canwyn's peace! It is lovely to meet you, Marshall. My name is Emlyn Delaney, and my family farms Lord Belmont's land. I brought you this drink, if you'd like it?" Then, because she had heard that he didn't really speak their language, she switched to her broken Clovennian as she added (with gestures at herself, then at the drink, then at him to help explain her meaning), "I am Emmy. A drink, for you?"