dance card seven — klahan rogare , dyanna marbrand , desmond mallister , daemon celtigar , rhaenys tarth , bronte velaryon .
the lady regent can't recall sitting down once all evening . dancing , conversing , partaking in food and drink , yes , but when had they taken a proper break ? the consequences are apparent in the arches of their feet , the additional weariness in their bones , the heaviness in their heart as the night moves forward . they find roost at an empty table for a moment of relative solitude . delicate wrist twists back and forth , watching crimson gemstone on their dance card catches the light , allowing their thoughts to wander — until a shadow crosses their person , and they are snapped back to the present . fingers brush across their cheek , catching for a split second before resting under their jaw as they turn to face the other , " good evening , @heavnle @steelfyre @vi0light @vxlxrdohxeris @wcrfcres . have you come to collect ? " they jest , donning a smile once again — the switch instantaneous , as it must be . " i require but a moment of respite , then i'll gladly join you . " even if her participation is cordial at best .