[ gardens ] sender and receiver abandon the crowded ball and go for a walk in the nearby gardens from viorel
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Too many people. Walking to the gardens, Iago pauses right outside, putting a hand out for their partner on this stoll to do the same. They clear their throat loudly, "It is just so lovely out here, don't you think, Viorel? So serene. Quiet."
The effect is instant: the sound of hushed squawks and frantic shuffling while a young couple trips over their own feet to scamper out of the garden in the other direction. One of them is just barely holding up her dress.
Much better. With a small huff out of their nose that could be either a sigh of relief or a laugh, Iago carries on. The crowd had started to grate on their nerves a little too much - they were getting antsy, jumpy, twitchy. Their companion had joined them in their escape, possibly for some similar breath of fresh air, but they still eye him curiously, "How are you enjoying all this dancing and debauchery? Entertained? Exhausted yet?"
They absentmindedly run a hand over some of the plants as they pass, just barely grazing petals and leaves. A couple of them spark and wilt when they touch them and begrudgingly put their hands away, irritated at how it punctuates the casual tone they had been attempting. At least they could chase off the scandalized noble before they were accidentally fried because Iago got a little overstimulated. What a mess that would make. Viorel... might not be so lucky, but their nerves are already starting to settle ( or, well, return to their usually restless, nervous state ) with every step they take further from the crowd.
