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Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

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#81 Eliza Fathvell


  • Daughter of Lord Fathvell

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusCourting Caden Hasting

  • OriginSouthern Islands

Posted 30 January 2015 - 05:40 AM

Eliza was surprised, to say the least, to hear Felix agree with Aaron's suggestion over choosing to oust Tremaine. Well, she trusted his judgment, so she would go along with it, but she didn't have to be happy about it. She didn't think she would feel truly comfortable tonight until she knew he was gone, not lurking in the crowd or something like a monster wraith waiting to strike. She supposed she might as well at least try to think of happier things, though.

"If you think it's best," she said, trying to put her discomfort behind her. "It would be kind of nice to think about something else."

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#82 Garren Valoren


  • Lord of Valoren

13
Steward in Training
  • Age54

  • Relationship StatusMarried (Eleanna Valoren)

  • OriginBelinsk, Farmost Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusNone

Posted 30 January 2015 - 11:48 PM

As they entered Garren was at first astounded by the grand decoration Perrault had gone to the efforts of. Nothing truly like this back home, he thought, the starlit ceiling of dozens and dozens of candles refracting their splendour on the finery laid out for the guests. If the various cups and cutlery were not to be used then they could be a part of the orchestra of majesty emanating from above.

Garren noticed a number of Sureau family members in the crowd; Aveline, their heiress, seated with a young lady whose name had escaped him. He thought best to cut a wide birth around those people given his choice of business with Deveaux. Then again, should he approach them in the course of the night in a display of good will? Given the chances of running into one of them they were sure to have learned about him from their spies, and he wouldn't want to appear deliberately fleet of foot towards them.

Pointedly looking toward the front of the ballroom he spotted the young heir and their host of the evening. Draped in a fine cut suit with a green and silver-chased vest that Garren envied for his own wardrobe, Sebastien Perrault was an image of grace. He almost felt proud of the young boy, much to the contrast of his own shuffling son at his side. "You keep being sheepish with all the girls, Kaled, and you'll never learn to dance." Kaled hadn't particularly been looking forward to this ball. Not that it was Perrault's fault, he just had a rather boyish penchant of being allergic to girls. Garren had started to worry about the nature of that actually. "Of course, that's if even you can ask a woman to dance without speaking your sentences backwards." Garren punctuated his smirk with a light tap on his son's back which earned him a small glare.

They walked past a group of younger nobles, noticing Caden Hasting in the ranks along with a petite girl who appeared to be the centre of attention and with who Garren thought was Felix Fathvell engaging her. He couldn't be sure though, as his back was to Garren, but the southern sartorial dress was rather unique. Although it would seem that Lord Caden was investing some interest in it tonight too.

There were others, of course, as expected. Members of Great Houses and lower ranked nobles appropriate for one not of Luthadel's limited prestige. Garren had a feeling there would be opportunities here to strengthen his position in Luthadel and really start progress on his promises to Augistin Deveaux. Feeling that he should at least check in on the host he made for the dais but veered slightly to the side while Lord Sebastien was entertaining his current patrons. Aldric and Adala Venture were instantly recognizable, but he was unsure who the other girl with them was. He waited a minute before deciding it appropriate to approach, slowing his pace for a lull in the conversation. When he saw an opportunity he caught Lord Perrault's attention. "Lord Sebastien Perrault," he gave a respectful bow in the host's direction before turning to his company, "and Aldric, Adala Venture, forgive me for interrupting, I just wish to congratulate our host here on such a splendid ball." His bow was just slightly more respectful - given that these were of a Great House - but not too so as to offend Lord Sebastien.

Edited by Lyrebon, 30 January 2015 - 11:54 PM.


#83 Denna Sureau


  • Noblewoman

8
Riordan Casuana's Reputation
  • Age18

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginKlessium

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 31 January 2015 - 09:15 AM

Denna beamed back at the blonde, though she flipped a hand dismissively at the girl's words. "Certainly," she agreed, not bothered. She hadn't said anything before hand, though... surely Lysette knew she would be here? Oh, it was no matter.

Her expression puckered into a pout when Lysette shot her down, and Denna rested a hand on the other girl's forearm regardless, as her gaze sought out the Casuana boy once more. "Oh, it's not as if I am expecting to wed him, Lysette," she chided. At least she had the good grace to lower her voice. "It's just that he has such a handsome face. Do you not agree?" Lips parted in a smile, and she let out a flirty little giggle.

Edited by Sarah, 31 January 2015 - 09:15 AM.


#84 Teresia Martel


  • Clique Gossip

13
Steward in Training
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginNorthern Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusKnown

Posted 31 January 2015 - 05:47 PM

If there was an art in being fashionably late, Teresia was its master. She was the granddaddy of making her entrances a big thing amongst the group. Although not without reason as she demonstrated, to nobody in particular, by emerging surreptitiously from the alcove leading to the kitchens. It always paid to know what the servants had on their minds before venturing into the lion's den - there were sure to be any number of Great Houses in attendance and the servants had already toured the ballroom to know faces and names to go with them.

The startled servant she'd cornered before had given her a rough idea where Ferrah and Marceline were, given the description she'd provided the servant, and she made her way in that direction now, pointedly examining with her spoon the soft cake she'd swiped from the kitchen. Looking up briefly she caught sight of the girls, with Celestine already there. Teresia noted the subtle blue of her dress and Marceline's equally icy stare at it. Ouch.

Her own dress was a low-cut, ankle-deep gown in iced rose, with silver and blue inlay. Her hair, far more immaculate than her rushed hair for the tea ceremony, had taken the better part of two hours to achieve the affect she wanted. One side was pulled over into the waves and falls of the other, with over two dozen expertly hidden pins keeping it in place. Where those pins that did show she'd added silver and sapphire decorations resembling spider webs into the swept-over side.

Noticing the girls occupation was scouting boys this evening she crept up behind them at their table. It wasn't too difficult to discern that the art they were metaphorically buying were the gentleman populace of the ball. "Can we just agree that I'm not partial to most men in this room, so there isn't much point to me playing along with this game?" she teased, chewing and swallowing a piece of cake between her words.

Edited by Lyrebon, 31 January 2015 - 11:04 PM.


#85 Ferrah Brehaut


  • Clique Lieutenant

357
Looking Good in Red
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginAustrex

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 01 February 2015 - 04:19 AM

"Ah, Teresia, late again I see. I don't suppose it might have been one of those "men you aren't partial to" who delayed you, hmm?" Ferrah rolled her eyes and turned back to her study of the assembled ballroom. It seemed like dinner would be beginning soon, and she wanted to get a good look at her options before people dispersed to their tables.

"Anyways Marceline, you made one mistake. I said the identities of the purchases would not be revealed until after the meal. Then, we'll have a few minutes as the meal is cleared to make a plan on how to approach our purchases." Ferrah decided to give Marceline a break, and kept most of the reprimand from her voice. Now that the whole group, aside from Colette, was there, she was feeling more secure, and the thought of her little game had her in a pleasant mood. Besides, she had seen to it that Marceline had been suitably punished at the tea earlier that week.

The game would have to be played carefully, especially with the present mood in the group. If no one wanted to risk committing a dance, the critics of each round would take the drink, and no one would have any fun. If her game was to work, Ferrah knew she would really have to sell her targets, and make the other girls think she was talking about someone they would actually want to ask to dance. That might mean giving away a few easy ones at the beginning, and save the more amusing targets for later when a few more glasses of wine had been downed.

"I think I'm ready with our first piece," Ferrah said with a smile. "Teresia, since you are so skeptical, why don't you be our first buyer. And, to make things more interesting, let's say that whenever a buyer passes on a purchase, someone else can choose to take a drink instead of the critic if they want to steal a dance." There, that at least add some incentive for the buyer to make a purchase. Teresia might not think there was anyone here she would risk playing to dance with, but Ferrah knew there might be some that Teresia would purchase just to keep them from dancing with any of the other girls.

"So then, Teresia, shall we play?"

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#86 Nadia Sureau


  • The Second Sister Sureau

357
Looking Good in Red
  • Age21

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 01 February 2015 - 06:15 AM

The attendant taking invitations raised an eyebrow as Nadia approached, eying her get-up with concern. The reaction was fair enough, she supposed that, had she been a spineless sheep lacking any imagination that she too, might be concerned to see a woman wearing what appeared to be a full wedding gown and veil covered with red splotches approaching your boss's event with an invitation in her hand. Nadia fixed the man with an overly bright smile, and tried not to take pleasure in his discomfort. At least, she sort of tried not to take too much pleasure.

She had seen them, earlier that day--Eliza and Caden--on what was obviously a date. It would seem her friend had entirely ignored her advice and was intent on falling head over heels for a charleton with excellent dental hygiene. Nadia knew she would have to be careful. Eliza was still the most sane person she had met for a long time. Despite her obvious brilliance in face of an oppressive system, Nadia knew he work did not make her popular at court. While she liked to think she could take on the Final Empire alone, it had been nice getting to know Eliza, and having a friend for once. While she wanted to ensure her friend was safe from pretty blonds with pretty smiles and ulterior motives, Nadia did not want to lose such a promising friendship in her efforts to keep Eliza safe.

That didn't mean she wasn't a little angry, of course. Hence the outfit. The wedding dress and veil, of course, were meant to be a comment on modern Luthadel relationships, many of which consisted of arranged marriages for political advantage. The tomato juice staining the otherwise pristine white fabric was meant to symbolize the dirty ulterior motives that could never entirely be erased from such courtships. The angry part of Nadia also had to acknowledge that the stains were also to remind Eliza of how her little date with Caden bloody Hasting had began.

"Please, spare yourself... whatever it is status-worshipers like you concern yourselves with, and check the name on my invitation before you say something you might regret." The attendant paused, mouth open, and took her invitation. Sureau. Nadia could tell the moment he read it, and see the realization of who she was sink in. She might hate her family and all it stood for, but she did have to admit being a Sureau sometimes had its perks. Besides, what was more subversive than to use existing systems to her advantage in her work to disrupt them?

The attendant bowed politely, and ushered Nadia in. It only took her a moment to find the happy couple. "Lord Ruler!" Nadia swore against her will. She might not believe in her emperor's divinity, but old habits died hard. It would seem Caden was better than she had given him credit for. Normally pretty rich boys like him relied on their looks and status to get what they wanted, and didn't know how to try hard, but Caden seemed to be making a worthy effort at cultivating Eliza's affections. The southern isles clothing was a nice touch, reminding her of the home she missed, and making it seem like Caden was interested in being Eliza's ally, rather than making her his accomplice in whatever nefarious designs he was concocting in that pretty blonde head of his.

Of course, Caden's efforts didn't score him any points with Nadia. If anything, they made him more suspect. Not only had he spent most of the day with Eliza (Nadia had paid a skaa to follow them after she had caught them shopping for the ball together), he was also willing to put his reputation on the line. That meant this was more than just a passing dalliance or a casual effort to secure support. Caden had plans for Eliza, Nadia was sure of it. What Caden was planning was of no consequence, since Nadia knew she wanted Eliza to have no part in them. She was all for using Mr. Handsome-Mouth to get Eliza away from that hag, Colette, but not at the expense of Eliza's feelings. If he breaks her heart... Eliza left the threat unfinished for another time. The breaking of her (only) friend's heart was a serious offense, and the punishment for it deserved careful thought and contemplation.

As Nadia entered the hall, she made a bee line for Eliza's group, plastering a smile on her face, just to keep in fashion. As she drew nearer, she took note of the others in the happy couples group. One, another man in Southern Isles fashions, was a Fathvell whose name Nadia had never cared to remember, and the other was none other than Aaron Elariel, the new heir to the third craziest house in Luthadel. Not wanting to devote too much time contemplating families she couldn't stand, Nadia usually just assessed a particular house's lunacy based on their rank, with a special exception for her own family, which was always the craziest. After all, how else did houses succeed in Luthadel but by embracing their own insanity?

"Well, isn't this is a surprise?" she said, her voice dripping with mock enthusiasm. "Conrad Hasting, I didn't know you enjoyed Southern Isles fashions! And Lady Eliza, why didn't you tell me you secured such a gorgeous date for tonight's ball?"


#87 Teresia Martel


  • Clique Gossip

13
Steward in Training
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginNorthern Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusKnown

Posted 01 February 2015 - 03:51 PM

She laughed at Ferrah's insinuation that she'd been whoring around. Though she probably wouldn't mind finding a handsome guy to drag off to some dark corner of the hall and playing a few intimate games of her own. "Only if you count the serving staff as potential bachelors". She smirked, not letting Ferrah play the games she had with Marceline the other day. Ferrah might be Colette's closest ally, so Teresia had chosen her eccentric mask purely for the excuse it created; that she could be a bit offensive without causing real offence. This way she maintained power within the group almost equal to Ferrah's. If she were to duke it out with authority over Ferrah, then Teresia would surely lose. Ferrah had practised and perfected that game a lot longer.

"So then, Teresia, shall we play?" Teresia had been listening to the new exceptions being added to the game, and despite herself she found it more intriguing. Initially it would have been a way to embarrass Marceline but it was becoming more apparent that Teresia could have fun with this too. Maybe she'd try selling Caden to Ferrah at some point. Briefly she pondered doing it to Marceline but instantly recanted due to how cruel that would be.

"So, then," she swung a chair round and sat down on it backwards, her skirt hitched up and legs spread very un-ladylike. She wore brown leather riding boots, never being one for those hard-to-move in heeled apparatus most girls wore on their feet, though they were woven with silver thread and just a little too ostentatious to be used for actual riding, "sell me on my future husband."

Edited by Lyrebon, 01 February 2015 - 03:53 PM.


#88 Eliza Fathvell


  • Daughter of Lord Fathvell

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusCourting Caden Hasting

  • OriginSouthern Islands

Posted 02 February 2015 - 08:56 PM

A consensus seemingly reached, the group was just about to make their way around the ballroom when a familiar face joined their circle, and Eliza's stomach suddenly tied itself in knots while simultaneously dropping through the floor.

It was Nadia.

Wearing a wedding dress.

Stained with tomato juice.

What the hell was she thinking?

Eliza knew full well that she was leaving her friend's company prematurely to follow after Caden. She had admitted as much to Nadia's face, apologized in advance, and promised to make it up to her later. Was this Nadia's way of calling in that debt? By embarrassing her in front of everyone? And why a wedding dress? What kind of message was she supposed to be sending here? In what way, and in whose mind, could this have possibly been a good idea? Why couldn't they talk about it in private, after the fact, like friends were supposed to do? This was decidedly over the line, even by usual Nadia standards.

She tried her best not to squeeze Caden's arm like some kind of vice - he didn't deserve to be made uncomfortable because of a private matter between her and Nadia - but it was difficult to keep the hurt and anger completely out of her expression.

"Hello Nadia," she said in a tight voice. "I see you made it tonight after all."

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#89 Nadia Sureau


  • The Second Sister Sureau

357
Looking Good in Red
  • Age21

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 03 February 2015 - 06:34 PM

Eliza reacted with obvious shock and displeasure, despite her measured response to Nadia's arrival. That was fine enough with Nadia. Hopefully that shock and outrage she could see flickering behind Eliza's forced smile would jolt her out of whatever lovey-dovey day dream Lord Hot-Bod-Handsome-Face was using to control her.

"Yes of course I made it. I saw you out shopping today, and after seeing how excited you were, I just couldn't miss it. Luckily enough, this dress was available last minute. Negotiations for marriage contracts are so fickle nowadays. One minute two people are in love, and the next minute their houses are at war because one was just using the other to get ahead. And then, of course, there are the poor dress makers who are left with all of these custom-made wedding gowns with no-one wanting to wear them. You wouldn't believe the deal I got on this one. Isn't it stunning?"


#90 Caden Hasting


  • Potential Hasting Heir (Hasting Hottie)

357
Looking Good in Red
  • Age24

  • Relationship StatusIn a Relationship with Eliza Fathvell

  • OriginLuthadel

Posted 03 February 2015 - 08:04 PM

Caden tried his best to remain unfazed as Nadia Sureau of all people joined their group, wearing what appeared to be a dirty wedding gown no less. In a way, he found Nadia's particular brand of malice refreshing in it's relative honesty. With Nadia Sureau, one always knew where he stood. Compared to Colette, whose true motives could never be fully ascertained, Caden would choose Nadia any...

Did she just call me gorgeous? From the momentary tightening of Eliza's hand on his arm, and the obvious tension in her posture, Caden discerned something was amiss. Judginging by the sickeningly sweet tone in Nadia's voice, Caden was willing to guess the two women were having some sort of spat. How does Eliza know Nadia Sureau? Caden had never seen them together. Then again, until recently, he had mostly only seen Eliza at balls, which she usually spent with Colette and her friends, whom Nadia vocally abhorred.

As Caden listend to Nadia's response to Eliza, he felt he began to grasp a fuller picture, but did not want to act until he was more certain. He worried that Eliza would see any action on his part as meddling where he wasn't wanted, or that he might seem presumptuous or conceited if he was mistaken. One thing was clear. Caden needed to de-escalate before Nadia provoked Eliza into doing something she would regret.

"Stunning indeed," Caden interjected, trying to channel some of his calm and composure to Eliza. "And very creatively put together. I assume you added the... uh... red designs yourself?"

Nadia momentarily let her sugary sweet persona drop to give Caden a flat look. "They are tomato juice stains, Lord Cedric, not designs." Lord Cedric? Caden was certain Nadia knew who he was. Was she playing dumb just to make a point? "They're meant to be a comment on..." Nadia stopped mid sentence, realizing what Caden had done. She paused, for a moment, as if considering whether or not to return to her act, or to call it quits. "Very clever of you, Lord Cleland, getting me talking about my dress, when it was I who asked you about your outfit first! Like I said before, I didn't know you had an interest in the Southern Isles."

"Well," Caden began, hesitantly, conscious of Aaron and Felix's presence. The longer Nadia was allowed free reign, the more likely she would find a way to embarrass Eliza. He had to wrap things up quickly, but how? Part of him wondered about suggesting Eliza and Nadia take a moment to catch up, so that they could work out whatever issues they had in private. On the other hand, if he was wrong, and Nadia was just harassing Eliza, that would be the worst possible thing he could do.

In the moment, the continued pressure of Eliza's hand on his arm made up his mind for him. "It's actually a funny story. I'd hate to bore the others with my amateur's take on Southern Isles fashion though, especially since Lord Felix and Lady Eliza will think me a complete novice. Tell you what, how about you join me on a walk around the room and I can fill you in?" Separating Nadia from the rest of the group would give Eliza a chance to cool down, and Caden a chance to get to the bottom of things. He only hoped Eliza would see things that way.

#91 Eliza Fathvell


  • Daughter of Lord Fathvell

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusCourting Caden Hasting

  • OriginSouthern Islands

Posted 06 February 2015 - 01:09 AM

Eliza had thought that this couldn't get any worse, but then Nadia kept talking. Why did she have to keep talking? Wasn't she doing enough damage already? Why did she have to keep rubbing salt in the wound?

But Caden - bless his soul - noticed right away that something was wrong, and intervened before Eliza wound up saying something she would regret. His offer to take Nadia aside and talk in private, however, wasn't something she had expected. He would really go that far to defuse the situation? And unlike Nadia's behavior, Caden's offer didn't imply that Eliza didn't know how to take care of herself. He merely took advantage of an opening Nadia had given him and used it to his advantage - all the while, somehow managing to not be offensive to anyone in the group. It was seriously impressive.

But would it be alright to let them separate from the group, with Nadia deliberately antagonizing him like that? Then again, she reminded herself, he lived with Colette of all people, and had been putting up with Lord Ruler only knew what for his entire life. She had no doubts that Caden could handle himself. Maybe he would even manage to convince Nadia that he wasn't some mistwraith, here to spirit her away in the middle of the night.

Of course, Caden's invitation to Nadia meant that Eliza would have to let go of his arm, which annoyed her more than she had thought it would. It had felt pretty nice, walking around like that - especially compared to the handful of arranged dates she'd been on, when it just felt awkward and fake. But of course she was just being ridiculous. She'd be dancing with him later tonight; what did an arm matter right now? Still, she did give him a quick, grateful look as she let go. She didn't want to make too much of a fuss, let she rekindle Nadia's wrath, but hopefully he would get the message.

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#92 Nadia Sureau


  • The Second Sister Sureau

357
Looking Good in Red
  • Age21

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 10 February 2015 - 06:30 PM

Caden's offer caught Nadia off guard. He certainly was clever, wasn't he, thinking he could separate her from the group and likely give her some sort of "talking to". Well, if he thought Nadia Sureau was a person to be bought or convinced, then he had another thing coming. While she still had more to say to Eliza about the entire thing, perhaps it would be a good idea to go straight to the problem himself. The only issue was one of credibility. Judging by Eliza's expression, she trusted Caden, perhaps more than she trusted Nadia at the moment. If Caden got Nadia alone, there was nothing stopping him from saying whatever he wanted to Eliza about what Nadia had said to him. If Caden turned Eliza against Nadia, there would be no way to protect her friend from the Hasting heir's influence.

"I think I'll have to pass," Nadia said, exchanging glances with both Caden and Eliza. "You'll have to bore me with the story some other time, Lord Crastor. I'm afraid I'm not that interested in your musings on fashion. Another time perhaps." There, now that threat was dealt with. Nadia could see she still had some work to do with Eliza, however, who was showing nothing but respect and appreciation for Caden, and shock and hurt for Nadia.

"I don't know about you all, but I'm starving. Have you chosen a table yet? When is the meal supposed to be served?"


#93 Sebastien Perrault


  • Heir to House Perrault

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

Posted 15 February 2015 - 10:13 PM

Before the conversation was able to go any further, a familiar face politely stepped into the group. "Lord Sebastien Perrault," said Lord Garren Valoren with the appropriate bows, "and Aldric, Adala Venture, forgive me for interrupting, I just wish to congratulate our host here on such a splendid ball."

Sebastien, of course, returned the older man's bow at the precise depth mandated by their respective stations, though he paired it with a friendly smile. "Thank you kindly, my Lord Valoren, but it's really my father who's deserving of the praise. He will be very pleased to know our guests are pleased."

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#94 Felix Fathvell

231
Tineye
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginTavira

Posted 15 February 2015 - 10:21 PM

In the year or so that Felix had been in Luthadel, he had not had much interaction with the Sureaus. He had attended their dinner in lieu of going to the Casuana ball, but he had not really interacted with many of the Sureaus themselves. He had mostly been stuck spending time with a woman of enormous size and appetite. She made the worst noises when she ate. Of course, there are rumors floating about Luthadel everywhere. He had heard more than he'd care to about most of the Sureaus. Except he had spent very little time with any of them. When Nadia approached them, he thought he would be ready for her... fashion choices. He had seen them before, of course. She always seemed like she wanted to a statement, but this was a different kind. She had obviously directed it at Eliza and Caden. Nadia had come into the ballroom and pinpointed them too quickly for it to be coincidence. There was something he was missing... He must not have the whole story. Keeping Nadia around was at least a way to find out exactly what had happened that made her mad enough to put together an ensemble like that one.

Felix smiled to avoid making any unseemly faces and make an enemy of someone before even talking to them.

"We were just talking about making our way around the ballroom to greet our host before we found a table, just before you arrived," Felix said, clearing his throat.


#95 Garren Valoren


  • Lord of Valoren

13
Steward in Training
  • Age54

  • Relationship StatusMarried (Eleanna Valoren)

  • OriginBelinsk, Farmost Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusNone

Posted 16 February 2015 - 01:55 AM

He'd timed it just right and was grateful he hadn't interupted a member of the Venture household in mid-sentence. "Thank you kindly, my Lord Valoren, but it's really my father who's deserving of the praise. He will be very pleased to know our guests are pleased." Garren was getting old but even now he could see he'd left an impression with the Lord Perrault in their last meeting. He returned Sebastien's smile with his own.

"I knew your father before I arrived - not personally mind. He certainly does have an eye for detail. Though if you don't mind me saying so, it is you that I find on this platform. I'd say that warrants praise itself." He spoke pleasantly as though with an old friend, though his words were chosen carefully so as not to offend. "Before I forget and overstay my welcome," addressing the Ventures with that before he turned to Kaled, "this is my son, Kaled Valoren. He's rather new to these events." Kaled approached as he was introduced and offered the same bows he'd observed his father perform, though he trembled a little with the women several feet away.

"Pleasure to...," came out strained; he cleared his throat and tried again. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." His acknowledgement of each in turn was rather awkward, speaking to Sebastien as though the stares of the women would turn him to stone if he turned their way, though he forced himself to do it anyway. He almost immediately locked with the redhead's eyes and cast his own gaze down on her shoes.

Edited by Lyrebon, 17 February 2015 - 06:18 PM.


#96 Umbra Raisaal


  • Sister of the Raisaal Heir

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age28

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 20 February 2015 - 06:29 AM

"Yes, I think so."

"Why's that?"

"Because, you know."

"Right, right."

"And afterward?"

”Any thoughts?”

“Eh. We’ll figure it out.”

”We always do.”

The Raisaal twins walked, as usual, in perfect lockstep, moving effortlessly through the bustling crowd of servants that crowded the kitchens. With their purposeful stride and definite “We are absolutely supposed to be here” attitude, it was amazing how few people actually bothered to even look at them askance. But of course, who would look askance at a pair of uniformed Hazekillers striding purposely towards the center of a large event? They were clearly just security personnel doing their jobs.

Either that, or the servants were just too busy preparing the food to care. Umbra hoped they would be able to secure some for themselves; it smelled fantastic.

They didn’t have to sneak into a ball of this caliber, of course. Proof of their identity and rank would surely have been enough to get them seen to a table. They may have even received an invitation to this event; a few had arrived at the keep once rumors started that the twins would be reappearing into society soon, but Umbra had ignored them for the most part. She didn’t care as much about balls as she once had. Or at least, that was what she had thought until the start of this week.

They had officially accepted an invitation to the Elariels’ ball, sparking a flurry of gossip around Luthadel according to Raisaal’s sources. Apparently society was just buzzing to, at long last, welcome the Raisaal heirs back to public life. Or to gawk and gossip. Probably both. And as the date grew ever closer, Umbra had begun to realize that the very thought of stepping back into the lights with that much attention focused on them was enough to make her sick. Two years was a long time to be out of the public view, and Umbra had never been the people person of the pair to begin with. Combine that with a lovely new face that everyone would be intently not staring at all night, and Umbra soon realized that there was no way something like that could be her return to society.

Hence sneaking in to this one. Midweek balls were smaller, more casual, and - most importantly - no one was expecting the twins to show up. Sneaking in was no problem, and if she and Lucar pretended to be just part of the event’s security team, most people probably wouldn’t even notice they were there at all. Even the ones who did probably wouldn’t recognize them from far off, and who in Luthadel cared enough to approach a couple of Hazekillers just for a closer look?

Lucar had apparently had the same thought, but Umbra was the first to voice it. From there it was just a matter of scoping out the building - easy enough to do the night before, when no one was there - and they had their entry plan. And just to be an extra nice big sister, Umbra had even laid out Lucar’s outfit on his bed for him when it was time to get ready. Of course, when he saw it was the red dress, he responded by chasing her down and throwing it at her head. Like any good little brother would do.

And now they were here, crisply dressed in their Hazekiller uniforms and about to step out of a service corridor into the ballroom proper. But a few steps shy of the door, Umbra’s feet stopped of their own accord, and she found herself staring out into that crowded mass of people and lights.

Breathe, Umbra. You can do this.

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#97 Sebastien Perrault


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Posted 25 February 2015 - 01:36 AM

"The pleasure is all mine, Lord Kaled," Sebastien said with a reassuring smile. He wasn't so sure what was making the other young man so nervous, but he himself didn't exactly have room to judge, so he just hoped he could do something to help alleviate some of that tension.


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As pleasant as the conversation with his new friends was, though, eventually he had to bid them a temporary farewell. The music had quieted for a moment or two, signaling the crowd that it was time to return to their seats for dinner.

Sebastien, of course, took his traditional seat at the table: at his Father's right hand, where an heir ought to be. He was slightly less enthused about the meal portion though; for all he loved being able to represent Perrault at his Father's side, and the feast tonight was sure to be sublime, he would be much happier when it was time to get up and mingle with the guests. Maybe it was that duel earlier today, but for some reason he was even more eager than usual to get out onto the dance floor.

Almost there, Seb. We're almost there.

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#98 Eliza Fathvell


  • Daughter of Lord Fathvell

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Posted 26 March 2015 - 12:15 AM

The longer their little stroll went on, the more Eliza felt the tension rising. Sparks were still flying from Nadia to Caden - thank the Lord Ruler Caden wouldn't allow her to provoke him - and, knowing her luck tonight, Tremaine would still be ogling her by the time they got back to the table. It was all she could do to remain calm and to avoid either gripping Caden's hand like a vise or shooting Felix a look begging him to do something. But what would he even be able to do at this point? Eliza was going to have to get out of this herself.

Well, maybe he could deal with Tremaine. She idly wondered if Felix would let her choose which balcony he would get thrown from. That thought, at least, was very comforting.

Before too long, thankfully, the music quieted, signaling the start of dinner seating. Thank the Lord Ruler! Hopefully Nadia would be too busy eating to make too many passive aggressive comments.

"Looks like dinner is starting," she said, trying and only mostly attempting to keep he desperation out of her voice. "Shall we find our seats?"

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#99 Camille Deveaux


  • Daughter of Lord Deveaux

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Posted 26 March 2015 - 12:56 AM

Camille couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Daerra's comment. Sureau, not a martial house? Had she not noticed Sureau's behavior over the centuries? Perhaps they didn't deal primarily in weapons, but Sureau was by far one of the more aggressive houses in Luthadel.

"I believe it has more to do with a particular house's personality," Aveline said smoothly. "My own family enjoys our particular tastes, for certain, but I can see how the personality of a house predisposed to dealing in weapons might be rather more outgoing."

The conversation continued in similar vein for a little while, but of course, eventually, the change in music signaled the beginning of dinner. Camille took the chance to survey the crowds again while everyone was filing to their seats. Surprisingly, she still couldn't catch sight of Nevan, but one particular group did stand out to her.

"Your brother seems to have attracted some interesting company, Daerra," she said, nodding in the appropriate direction.

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#100 Nadia Sureau


  • The Second Sister Sureau

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Posted 27 March 2015 - 07:24 PM

Caden Hasting was proving more resilient than Nadia had expected. True, she was tempering her barbs somewhat, out of respect for Eliza, but really there was only so much you could to reign in true satirical genius.

The announcement that dinner was ready and Eliza's suggestion that they find their seats came at an opportune moment. Nadia was getting sick of trying to figure out Caden's intentions for her friend, and still wanted to make sure Eliza was all right. At the moment, it seemed their present company was the only thing was holding Eliza back from giving Nadia the same treatment Riordan Casuana had recieved several nights previously.

"Yes, that sounds like a lovely idea, Lady Eliza." It felt strange to use her friend's title non-ironically. When it was just the two of them, they were Eliza and Nadia, two peas in a pod. And yet, not using her title in front of these strangers felt like a strange invasion of privacy, like she was letting them intrude into their friendship somehow.

Caden nodded and approached their table, pulling out a chair for Eliza to sit in. Aaron Elariel, likely hoping to avoid future conflict, pulled out a chair on the other side of the table for Nadia. Nadia ignored the supposedly chivalrous gesture for the problematic presumption based on gender stereotypes that it was, and instead sat down in the seat next to the one Caden was pulling out for Eliza. She snagged her gown on the leg of the chair, likely ruining the hem in the process, but challenging the patriarchy was worth ruining a dress or two.

"Well," Aaron said, choosing to take a seat in the chair he had offered Nadia to save some face. "I suppose it's time to get started with dinner?






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