Had it not been for the Duke's influence, Terra was well aware she would have been ostracized; instead, big dowry and such a sponsor, men and women would smile at her and flock to her, even if very clearly disoriented by her lack of knowledge of society matters. She didn't need false friends, so she was the one isolating herself, attracted by the buffet than people there. It hurt, however, because she truly desperately wished for the chance to be around other humans, because she needed to think of herself as such, and for finally some peace and normalcy. In a more secluded area with seats, a group of men was laughing and asking one of their own to give some of his poetry. Terra stood there, perplexed, listening to every word and understanding that it was meant to describe some emotion she wasn't familiar with. He didn't even seem happy about that himself, or so she thought, unsure of her ability to read expressions as well. "Ah, Miss Branford, what do you think of our William's poetry?" one asked, dawning a glass of wine. "I didn't understand it," she admitted bluntly, which for some reason elicited more little laughs, "But it sounded nice. Like music." That ended the laughs, which was baffling.
"It did?" "Well," another man whispered, "She would not have heard much poetry with her special circumstances-" "Shht" "No, he's right. I lack the education," she agreed, even if it clearly made the men tense up, "And I apologize for it, sir William. But I appreciated the sound of it." Suddenly the men all seemed to agree that yes, the sounds were alright, nothing to add, and they all but ran off from the conversation, clearly not wanting to go against her word.
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