‹ SCION’S REPRESENTATIVE / IT LEFT A BITTER TASTE AT THE TIP OF HER TONGUE; indeed, she had been labeled the most esteemed both in rank & demeanor; to accompany the WARRIOR OF LIGHT as a stand-in for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Never had envisioned herself to be back at the forefront but who else was available when the female members were but her, Alisaie & dearest Lyse. – perhaps a handful of hours in & one already yearned for the peace & quiet of own lair / pieces played & the buzz of a thousand conversations held in her proximity doing much to conjure a headache. – once upon a time such trivialities had been frequented alongside the rest of Louisoix’ entourage. Young had she been & usually ever attentive of YDA HEXT; the two of them had wandered elsewhere, finding far more interesting ways to pass the time. – aye, to be back in ballrooms midst the rich & sophisticated, it rested heavily on her chest for reasons too excruciating to be named. – lost in thoughts, all alone.
❛ Ah, Lord Aymeric. ❜ – brows furrow, casting a shadow across scorched eyes; she glares past his head / or mayhaps against his chest [why, she would not know], tracing his aether long before first words could leave his lips. – among the dull & dreary, his royal hues certainly made themselves known; shades of silver & deep blue a stark contrast against otherwise jarring white. Slender fingers tap against held crystal glass, counting the seconds ‘till his intentions procured a scoff; involuntarily so. Some biting remark lingered at the back of her throat. – to ask a BLIND WOMAN to dance; moreso in a room filled with loud noise & obnoxious, TWIRLING noble folk, making it impossible to navigate the parquet without aid. – she bites her tongue, offering a curt nod. It had been discussed beforehand; a certain ASTROLOGIAN had briefed her ever so nonchalantly & yet she could not fight the moroseness lingering in own tightening chest.
Remember, remember: you are SCION’S REPRESENTATIVE; why, Lyse had picked such a beauteous dress in her name for the occasion, had she not? && one had her PRIDE / nay, Seventh Dawn’s pride to defend. There, she takes a step, offers left hand. – not without some snide remark [& a sigh], however. ❛ I do hope you are aware of my slight limitation regarding the higher arts. Why, most of them require an intact sense of sight or so I have been told. – with that being said, step on my toes and I shall react accordingly. I am rather fond of my dignity. ❜
♢ Even not knowing her well, he had not expected anything else but said display of an answer to be found when only proposing a dance of sorts to whisk them both away [ alas, she could not know that yet ]. Indeed was it enough to make him smile, known to her or not, while all the while only approaching her had brought not only a few eyes to follow his step and to whisper about the intentions behind such an invitation. A lie it would be if not many would envy one or the other - or mayhap both. A thought to have later on, when all attention was on that momentary companion chosen, was on the - mayhap - obvious interlude of engagement brought upon one another, representatives engaging with one another in expected ways [ alas, it was not all as expected as one might want for him to act ].
♢ " I am aware, do not worry. "
♢ Affirmation towards the note that, indeed, she does lack sight and mayhap encounter it as a handicap - while the Commander does not and shall never do so. " Alas, I would like to debate the idea that sight is truly necessary for art carried forth by the heart and the soul. " Or so himself had always found it to be. The words brought forth with a simple form of a singing timbre, a jest, without a doubt, to be found when only he continues after taking her hand. " After all, many I have danced with would lack both of such things - if I were, to be honest. " For the lack of one sense, might not her others have heightened? His voice full of amusement, yet hushed and soft, shall he announce his thoughts out loud would it lead to gasps and erratic behaviour, words would soon fill the room exclaiming otherwise.
♢ " There is also a certain lack of skill when it comes to those that endeavour to show off what they can not even fathom to hold. " How would they not boldly exclaim otherwise shall they only be allowed to listen in to a conversation between leader and representative, more esteemed than most of that would wander around them. Alas, they both are aware that his little quips of amusement are only for each other to behold in these moments [ out of some reason, he thinks that Lady Y'shtola may well be understanding towards it ]. " And I do not want to remain inside much longer than need be. " No, the balcony was far more inviting, easier to breathe, easier to move, away from prying eyes and overly loud exclamations - he tires of them just as much as many others [ and as dear friends of his as well ].
♢ No denial, the Lord Commander enjoys festivities whenever he could flee the drawling jog of paperwork mounting on his desk - but enough was enough.
♢ "May we move then? The music has begun to pick up anew." @metamorphoria