Time: Evening, July 20th Location: The Masyarakat Ball, Itresa Castle, Eowesoa Status: @efraincrayhorn
“-- so tragic really. Eobald and I got on famously, you know. Of course, you know. There were few who didn’t.” The tall, slender human woman sighed and her hand fluttered through the air like a broken butterfly before it landed on her chest, as if to keep her heart from splitting in two. Too dramatic, Thalra noted from where she stood a few feet away, hidden by an employee serving champagne.
“And he just adored Marie-Thérèse,” she went on. Her hand then floated up towards her delicate, embroidered mask, her fingertips dabbing at some imagined wetness under her eyes. That at least was a commendable strategy. A crying woman nearly always made a man uncomfortable and more susceptible to manipulation. “We always talked of you two marrying one day and now-”
That was all Thalra could stand without risking a fit of laughter so she snatched a glass from the offered tray in front of her and strolled over to them, inserting herself into the space at Efrain’s side instantly. She let her arm snake around his waist, grinning up at him and offering him the glass of champagne with her free hand. “Hello, darling,” she said, tone intimate enough that it suggested she hadn’t yet noticed Efrain’s attention was occupied. “Don’t drink this one too quickly n-- oh!”
Thalra finally turned her attention to the noblewoman, eyes widening behind her mask. “Lady Ainsworth, it’s been ages.”