#v: bb

[archaeval]

“You know, at the Trancy estate, it’s bad luck to squash spiders; our family crest utilizes one, and our lands are something of a sanctuary for the little things.” Alois hummed, content to babble on as long as he was allowed. “Do you have a favorite spider, my lady?”

unprompted // @steatoda-nobilis ;;

𝑹𝑼𝑩𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑳 of the balcony overlooking the grounds. Indeed there was something strange in the air of the Trancy estate, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Certainly it wasn't the number of spiders, though a glance to the side showed a small orb weaver sitting primly in its web.

"I can't rightly say I do," she answered honestly. "I'm afraid zoology of any sort is out of my usual purview." Alois, however, seemed eager enough to tell her any number of tings about his family land. "Though I'm sure you only asked out of politeness. Go on then, my dear, tell me yours."

[archaeval]

“Pardon, what did you say your name was? I don’t think I caught the announcement.” Alois Trancy smiled politely, offering a hand to take hers. It was, for once, not a party he himself had thrown, so it was prudent to meet the unfamiliar faces.

unprompted // @steatoda-nobilis ;;

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑵, boasting better manners than half the men Ruby expected to meet tonight. With her own small, sharp smile, she gave Alois her hand and introduced herself, "Lady Ruby Lark, my dear. No-one of import tonight." Which was more or less true; she had been invited to attend, but the title she carried was no greater or lesser than any other guest. "And yourself?"