♢ Arrangements had been made beyond the meetings with leaders across all lands, to be brought towards Ishgard's heart for a ball of grand proportions. Of course, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn would be guests of honour, the Warrior of Light be at the centre of attention, swept away and captivated for a talk with this or that guest bringing forth wishes of requests, of praise, of charming themselves into favours---
♢ --- Aymeric had broken it up numerous times by this point and delivered his friend back to their esteemed companions.
♢ Times flies by in instances too slowly, drowns itself out towards an announcement of the high event of this ball, a dance like none other, and with a partner as per everybody's choosing to be found. The music's cadence was low and perfectly balanced, inviting everybody around to find a person of their request to be a 'partner' for only a few minutes that this quietness and peace may pass.
♢ " May I have this dance? " It is when his voice announces the Lord Commander's decision that many would stall and halt [ for one reason or another ], while he bows in front of the person appeal had been brought forth to and waits for acceptance, yet would not be dismayed shall he be declined. " It would be my pleasure, Lady Y'shtola. " || @catleha ♡~