@kingsward :: starter for gwyn
“ BALLGOWNS AND ROUTINES, all for the effort of looking pretty in front of a noble audience, ” he implied towards the maiden at his side, the tips of his fingers resting upon his opposite arm as if to knowingly rein back his abrupt statement of displeasure. Shaking his head subtly, all the while dressing a formal attitude as he made conversation, the Earl tipped his head slightly. “ Is this what they call diplomacy these days? ”
Admittedly, he had only showed up to the occasion to show his face and then be gone — and, of course, for the very reason it was a ball thrown specifically for the Gentle Queen — but the irony of his discomfort on the day proved to be his excuse for staying. Yet, as Peridan leaned against the column which divided the spectacle of dancing from the mindless chatter of envoys, he found himself quite enjoying his stay. It was what caused him to realise the true appeal of the hushed movement of dance that instilled him with the thoughts of humour beginning to surface in his mind. “ Though, I do suppose it makes a far more entertaining evening than exchanging pleasantries with elderly ambassadors, don’t you think? ”
