As the door to the terrace closes behind Veronica, the cacophony of the ballroom is mercifully muted, leaving her ears soothed by the sudden quiet. It was navigating the advances of a rude, presumptuous, rat-looking Lordling that served as the final straw to break her patience, leading her to trade the ball room for refuge in the cover of night, outside, with glass of wine at hand to temper humors.
The gardens stretched out as far as her eyes could see, blurry under a soft nightly mist. The thought of descending there to be among the trees, rid of all manner of pleasantry, called to her – she even glanced around expectantly, thinking to find a friend with whom a genuine conversation could be held amidst some unchaperoned adventure in the gardens. But for once, the thought is nipped in the bud – glancing back into the ballroom, there was Noemie, taking her first official steps as a Lady of society, beginning her journey toward securing a much-desired love match. All of her actions tonight held her in mind, above all. So she would behave – die of boredom, if she must – if it mean protecting her sister's prospects.
Her eyes drift to the skies while she savors a sip from her wine. An unmistakeable glint in its fabric catches her attention, just as another member of the ton seems to make their way to address her. "Jupiter is remarkably bright tonight." A whimsy point of her finger in its direction. "It’s currently at opposition, I believe, so directly opposite to the sun from our vantage point. I would bet you could even see its Galilean moons with a good telescope—four tiny points of light, right around it." For all the urges she'd be containing tonight, the one to provide unsolicited information was decidedly not one of them.
