curiosities in the evening.
---GATHERINGS IN THE THRESHOLD of the High Command’s ballroom were hardly events that LeBlanc had missed throughout the centuries . With every presented opportunity she would eagerly find herself passing off as a nameless noble among the sea of on-goers ; her sights lying between the lines of underlying tension and inevitable corruption of Noxian politics.
But now it seems the tables have turned to her complete pleasure. Her attendance was solidified with the mark of the finest quill , courtesy of the Grand General himself. Of course it was a shame that Jericho would hardly let her have the honors of parading around with her arm linked snugly with his , but they had never been an easy match.
Donning her finest silken gown , LeBlanc wandered through the spaces of the ballroom ; her golden gaze spanning the floor for anyone that would be worthy of her attentions for the evening. An experiment of her curiosities and boredom , as Emilia would call it.
And of course she had found him .
Within a fading ensemble of courtiers was a yordle that had long made his name within the papers set upon her desk each day. Granted LeBlanc had only spoken with him on brief occasions . . . but nevertheless the familiarity kindled her desires and she steps to move closer to him once the others had left to go elsewhere.
❝ Well , well . . . ❞ LeBlanc begins. Her sultry tone drags the words off her tongue like honey and the Deceiver exchanges her first well worn smirk for the night .
❝ Ambassador Tynen of Piltover , what thrill it is to find you perusing through tonight’s banquet . ❞