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The Casuana Ball, Part I: Arrival


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#21 Camille Deveaux


  • Daughter of Lord Deveaux

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Posted 26 August 2010 - 04:18 PM

So far, from what Camille had seen, everyone seemed to have spared no effort in putting forth their very best appearances for this ball. Daerra and Claudia had dressed to compliment each other, it seemed - and what a strange cut Daerra's gown was - while Phyra Venture was wearing one of her usual creations, a so-called "gown" that hugged her so tightly and left so little to the imagination that Camille thought it better suited to the bedroom than a ball. And that hair! What in the Lord Ruler's name had she done to her hair!

Well, it didn't matter. Camille would keep an eye on Phyra, just like she kept an eye on everyone she could, but she couldn't let unorthodox behavior distract her tonight. And where on earth were Damien and Lucille?

"Another night, another ball," Nevan remarked with that grin of his. His expression became more thoughtful as he continued. "It seems different tonight, though."

Camille nodded. "This is an important ball. Everyone will be putting forth extra effort to try and impress potential allies and intimidate potential rivals."

"Oh? Is that the reason you look so stunning tonight? A pity, I was sort of hoping you'd dressed up for me..."

Whether he was being serious or not, Camille couldn't help but giggle slightly at her companion's exaggerated expression as he spoke. And whether he was being serious or not, his comment made her heart flutter for a moment.

"Oh, I have my reasons," she responded with a sly, scheming grin. "So far, you've gotten one of them."

"Oh? Which one, might I ask?"

"Hmmm. Should I tell you? Perhaps I should be a typical noblewoman and let you stew it over for a while. Nevan, stop making that face at me! You're going to make me burst out laughing in front of everyone!"

"Oh? Perhaps I should be a typical nobleman, then, and continue making a fool of myself over a beautiful woman." He was still making that ridiculous, pitiful face at her, like a child distraught over his mother denying him a piece of candy.

"All right, all right! I'll tell you. But you could have figured it out yourself, you know. You only spoke one reason, therefore, you only got one right. I told you the other, so it doesn't count. And that's the best answer you'll get."

Nevan sighed. "Oh, fine. I suppose I'll just have to let you have your way and stew over it all night. Who knows if I'll be any fit state to dance..."

Camille noted with an internal grin, however, that he did look rather pleased. It was going to be a good night.

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#22 Aldwin Tekiel


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Posted 26 August 2010 - 04:38 PM

Another night, another ball.

Another chance to sweep the ladies off their feet.

Aldwin Tekiel was in his usual state of deliberately cavalier disarray, with his hair styled to look like he'd just been out in the wind, and his suit only looking slightly less disheveled than normal. It had looked downright nice when he stepped into his coach from Keep Tekiel, if only to pacify his parents, but the second the door closed he had set about messing it up. Now his coat was unbuttoned, his tie loosened, and the top button of his shirt collar undone. Yes, it was much better to be comfortable.

It was with a sly grin that he stepped out of his coach and into the growing throng of people. Somewhere in this crowd were his lovely lady friends, and maybe a few potential new ones as well. Perhaps Efram would help him round a few up.

Either way, It was time to dance the night away.

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#23 Marisha Nathar


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Posted 26 August 2010 - 06:07 PM

The hired carriage, though not shabby on the outside, was badly sprung, and it jostled Marisha, Nerid, and Taraf about with every bump in the road. She spent most of her attention on not allowing her hair to be knocked down from its carefully ordered arrangement, and barely glanced out the windows; Nerid, on the other hand, spent the drive up to the Keep by half-leaning out the window and staring open-mouthed at the magnificent Casuana fortress. They had seen Keep Casuana before, but neither of them had seen it decorated for a ball, glowing brilliantly with the limelights. When they finally stopped the carriage, and Taraf handed Marisha out, she froze for just a moment on the steps of the carriage to look up at the massive walls bathed in light.

She had never seen anything like it before. It was beautiful - majestic. Marisha felt incredibly small next to it, and wondered if the other nobles that were gathering felt the same way at all, or if they were so used to this grandeur that they no longer noticed. But she did not allow herself to be overwhelmed for long; after only a moment's pause to stare, she drew her eyes away and assessed her party. She had come with only Nerid and Taraf, of course. Nerid was her escort. Most women here had a young suitor to escort them, but she had to make do with her brother - there was no help for that. She had taken care that they would make the most respectable impression possible, however.

Taraf was dressed in his Terrisman robes, with the black-and-gold colours of House Nathar slashed across the front. He would fade into the background quickly; nobody would care about him - though it was good that she had him with them, for a Terrisman steward underscored Nerid's legitimacy as House heir. She looked proudly at Nerid. She had taken the greatest care in dressing him, for in a sense he was on display tonight; he wore a tailored suit in blue. It was almost severe in cut, a little old-fashioned - it had been modified from one he already owned that was some years old, and that had been conservatively cut to begin with. But old-fashioned did not mean out of fashion. He looked merely as if he were dressing like the older noblemen, rather than like his younger peers. Marisha was convinced that could not be a bad impression to make.

She glanced down at herself, taking quick stock of her own clothing. It had not been rumpled during the carriage ride - she had been very careful to sit lightly and neatly. The full skirts were blue silk, with a darker blue damask bodice and overskirt, and only a touch of white lace. Like her brother's suit, it was conservatively cut as well, rather plainer than what the other noblewomen were wearing, and she wore only a simple teardrop, a moonstone set in silver about her neck. It did Marisha no good to try to match the extravagance of some women. She would have looked foolish if she did, a turkey trying to dress up in the peacock's feathers. Still, when she looked across at the other noblewomen, she felt the same sense of being diminished as she had when she looked at the Keep.

This was her first ball at one of the great Keeps, the first event of this caliber she had ever been to, and she suddenly felt completely uncertain. Refusing to let that show, she slipped her arm through Nerid's, and moved forward to join the others filling the courtyard. Her eyes flickered back and forth, trying to find someone she recognized, not with any intention of going to them directly - that would be presumptuous - but simply to know they were present would help, a little. Lucille? Would she be here? Or even...

For some reason, she picked him out very quickly. He was dressed with impeccable taste, and he was as handsome as she remembered him from their meeting in the square. Tall and lean, with quick and mobile features and dark hair just a little longer than fashion prescribed. His grin flashed out as he spoke to his companion, and Marisha's eyes shifted towards her; she had not even noticed her at first.

He was escorting a woman to the ball. This one was clad in gold and lace, a gown that clung to her body in a way that was at least on the verge of poor taste and even indecency, but which displayed both wealth and a voluptuous figure that flowed with both strength and grace. Her face, too, was a symmetrical oval, with elegant and aristocratic features. Marisha's own body seemed suddenly to drag at her, with a sharp consciousness of her own stocky build and curves in what seemed to be all the wrong places. Despite the ingrained grace that years of burning pewter had given her, she felt suddenly awkward when watching the long, clean lines and feline motion of Aaron's companion.

What a stupid little girl you are. A little kindness and an off-handed compliment and this is how you react? Marisha knew she was being a fool to think this way. She knew it was absurd to allow what had been a perfectly casual remark from Aaron to keep echoing around in her head. It was the greatest absurdity of all to have spent several moments during the last couple of days wondering whether he would actually remember his promise to dance, and picturing what it would be like to turn about in the steps of the dance in his arms. And she'd done it anyway.

He was not going to remember. She could be certain of that. He might remember his promise to Lucille; Lucille was a woman of more considerable rank and breeding, not to mention beauty. But Marisha? It was ridiculous to expect anything, especially when he was escorting - and therefore most likely courting - a woman like the one on his arm.

She felt her worries slipping away and in their absence her self-confidence returned a little. It was unnatural and ham-handed, and because of that she recognised Nerid's Soothing straightaway. He was looking down at her with his forehead creased, and she brought up her other hand to pat the arm she was holding. He would have copper on, of course; she had made it extremely clear to him that he was not to burn any metals without his copper - in point of fact, he was not supposed to burn any metals at all. But he was concerned for her, and he had known that something was wrong, even if he did not understand the thoughts that were really going through her head. It reminded her of why they were here at all, and what they needed to do.

A good start might be finding Lucille. Marisha could not approach her directly, but perhaps she could catch the young Deveaux noblewoman's eye. It was just possible that Lucille might want to continue their discussion.

Her eyes fell on a petite, dark-haired woman not very far away from them. She had a striking resemblance to Lucille, so much so that Marisha thought it was Lucille for a moment. She realized shortly afterward that it was not, however - but she did realize that she must have found the Deveaux entourage. So where was Lucille?


#24 Camille Deveaux


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Posted 26 August 2010 - 09:26 PM

From the corner of her eye, Camille noticed someone staring at her. That in and of itself wasn't particularly uncommon; lower-ranking nobles and those newly arrived to Luthadel often found themselves staring at the Luthadel regulars, particularly those around Camille's station.

Something was different about this one, though. It was like she was looking for someone, or perhaps wanted something. And so, when her conversation with Nevan reached a convenient breaking point, she turned to the unfamiliar figure, giving the girl a quick mental appraisal. Low-ranking, then, judging by her gown, but with good taste. Obviously new to Luthadel, by the way she - and especially her companion - were acting.

"Did you need something, child?" Camille asked, politely but with the distinct cool tones of a high-ranked noblewoman addressing one of low station. "You seem quite focused on something in this vicinity."

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#25 Kaylen Hasting

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Posted 26 August 2010 - 09:56 PM

Kaylen descended the stairs, retracing his steps out the doors and into the courtyard, and the throng of nobles that had gathered and started talking there. As much as he hated the frivolity and shallowness of it, there was something... enticing about noble culture, and it was this that Kaylen had learnt to appreciate, to an extent. Looking around, he saw that many of the men and women he had seen a few days ago in the Square were here, along with a few unfamiliar faces.

And one very familiar face.

Kaylen couldn't find the right word to properly describe her dress. The shade of deep red was chosen to work perfectly with her red hair, which seemed to have been re-dyed. And the dress itself... It would have looked cheap and unladylike on most women, but she managed to carry it off, a combination of her figure and demeanour. Whilst none of the women around looked plain, compared to her, their own appeal seemed to dim. And judging by the amount of men looking at her, Kaylen doubted that his feelings towards Phyra were the sole reason that he found her the most beautiful woman at the Ball.

He saw Aaron next to her looking slightly confused, and then he noticed the expression on her face. If he didn't already have a burning desire to go and talk to Phyra, the need to discover why she looked as if she was angry, tired and distressed tipped him over the edge of his common sense. Time to go and flirt with disaster. Possibly literally.

Approaching the pair, he greeted each of them with a formal, sweeping bow. "Lord Aaron. Lady Phyra. What a pleasure to see the both of you, I was having a hard time finding some decent company. Am I interrupting anything?" As he looked at them both, his face betrayed nothing of the recent meetings between himself and Phyra. That was for them to know, and for Aaron to not find out.
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#26 Marisha Nathar


  • Nathar heir's sister

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  • OriginFarmost Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 26 August 2010 - 10:11 PM

Marisha had tried to keep her observations veiled, but Nerid had not been able to keep from staring at everyone - she did wish he would stop looking at the Keep as if he had just walked out of the country yesterday! This time, however, the failure was hers. The woman she had thought was Lucille for a moment matched gazes with her, and in that split second Marisha was appraised by those keen brown eyes. She felt as if she had been weighed to the ounce and calculated in that look. Whoever the Deveaux (she was certain it was a Deveaux; the resemblance was too strong to be otherwise) was, she was not, after all, very much like Lucille. The difference was in the eyes.

Though she avoided looking at the woman again, in case it should be provoking, it was not long afterward that she rounded on Marisha. The question came immediately. The word child rankled slightly, as diminishing as it was, but it was a significant condescension for this woman to speak to her at all. She chose to count herself lucky. Perhaps. She needed to be careful not to give any offense or challenge.

Marisha swept out her skirts into a deep courtesy. On straightening, she stood with deference, one hand loosely holding her other and her eyes and head slightly lowered. The tone of cool superiority that the noblewoman had taken was unmistakeable, and Marisha intended to acknowledge it. If her original look had been taken in the wrong regard as it appeared, she needed to correct that impression with the appropriate display of submission.

"No, my Lady," she said in a mild, soft voice. "I was merely struck by your resemblance to someone. I pray you will excuse the impertinence."


#27 Aaron Elariel


  • Elariel Heir

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  • Age23

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Posted 26 August 2010 - 10:44 PM

With Phyra seeminingly lost in her own mind, Aaron decided to let her be, and see who else had arrived. As he scanned the square, he caught sight of Marisha, talking to Camille Deveaux of all people! First Lucille, and then Camille? Aaron resisted the urge to scratch his head. He had a lady on the arm after all. Was Marisha's house some vassal of the Deveauxs? Or perhaps one of their spies? He hadn't thought she seemed the type, but there must be some connection. After all, what minor noblewoman, new to the city, would end up in conversation with not one, but two members of the same great house? Perhaps she is a family friend. Aaron resolved to ask her about it when they shared their dance later. He only hoped Phrya wouldn't mind. In her present state, he was wary of upsetting her any more.

Nonetheless, he had just decided he might try and sneak Marisha a little wave, or a wink perhaps, when Kaylen Hasting spoke to them. "Lord Aaron. Lady Phyra. What a pleasure to see the both of you, I was having a hard time finding some decent company. Am I interrupting anything?"

Aaron felt that framiliar jealousy flare again, and found himself slightly tightening his hold on Phyra. He couldn't say what it was, the man's face certainly gave no indication of any feelings towards Phyra. Perhaps it was the way he walked right up to them, coming out of the Keep they were all supposed to be heading for. Decent company? Aaron remembered the man from before he had left Luthadel, but he had never considered himself close to him. The comment was obviously aimed at Phyra. Lord Ruler, I'm starting to sound like Daerra, reading too much into everything.

"We were just on our way into the Keep, actually," he said finally, trying to keep his tone light. "You seem just to have come from there, I don't suppose you now have any inclination of what Lady Casuana has in store for us?"



#28 Damien Deveaux

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Posted 26 August 2010 - 10:54 PM

Damien couldn't quite decide how he felt about balls anymore.

Once upon a time, he had found them almost boring; while they provided a good opportunity to network and build contacts in an informal setting, the length and noise of the events had always been something of a turn-off for the young Deveaux. He much preferred a quiet workplace to the glitz and glamor of the dance floor. And then he met Elianna. They had never really spoken very much before their engagement, but once the agreement was witnessed and announced, he accompanied her to every ball. She loved the things; she claimed they were magical, inspiring events. He had always assumed it was because noblewomen had so little to do during the day - Lucille had often complained to him about how dull all those teas and whatnot were - but before long, he had actually come to enjoy attending them with his fiancee. He had even become better at dancing, just for her. Just to see the smile on her face as they whirled across the dance floor.

But Elianna was gone now, leaving Damien to wonder where his place in such a life really was. This was actually the first ball he had attended since the last one they had gone to together; while she was ill he had spent his free time at her bedside, and after her death, he just lost all interest in the things. He was only making a token appearance tonight for Mia's and his House's sakes. He would show up, have a few words with appropriate individuals, and then make a polite exit. There were more important things to do tonight.

At last the coach came to a halt and Damien stepped out, his ashcloak flaring dramatically behind him as he made his way to the entrance of Keep Casuana. A quick scan of the crowd revealed an unsettling lack of a certain someone, but fortunately, he caught sight of Camille, and made his way over.

"Pardon me for interrupting, Lord Venture, my Lady," he began formally, "but I require my dear cousin's attention for just one moment. Camille, have you seen Lucille? Her coach should have left before mine, but I don't see her here yet."

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#29 Camille Deveaux


  • Daughter of Lord Deveaux

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Posted 26 August 2010 - 11:05 PM

Camille was surprised when Damien approached so suddenly; he normally didn't just jump right into an established group unless he had reason to. She noted with a pang of sadness, too, just how conservatively he was dressed. His suit, while slightly old-fashioned, was tailored just as flatteringly and precisely as ever, and of the blackest black Camille had ever seen. Even his vest was of a shade of dark, shimmering gray; while Damien never looked particularly festive, the choice was unusually bleak for a ball. Not that Camille could blame him, of course. Being at a ball again was probably hard enough for him as it was; he didn't need to be drowned in an avalanche of noblewomen at the same time.

His question, however, concerned Camille. "No, I haven't," she mused. "Nevan and I were among the first here, but I haven't seen a sign of her. I was actually beginning to wonder where you two were when you joined us. I wonder what could have happened...?"

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#30 Kaylen Hasting

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Posted 26 August 2010 - 11:17 PM

Aaron spent just a little too long before responding to Kaylen's greeting, which confirmed his suspicion that there was something underlying between Aaron and Phyra. He was no doubt trying to guess Kaylen's reasons for engaging the pair in conversation. Of course, the forced light tone also proved this. "We were just on our way into the Keep, actually. You seem just to have come from there, I don't suppose you now have any inclination of what Lady Casuana has in store for us?"

Kaylen smiled briefly, glancing towards the Keep. "Alas, I didn't get far inside before one of the servants turned me away. Something about Lady Mia wanting to greet us before we entered. I suspect it is simply an attempt to buy time, they probably haven't finished preparing yet."
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- Kaylen Hasting; Noble Mistborn

#31 Marisha Nathar


  • Nathar heir's sister

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  • OriginFarmost Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 26 August 2010 - 11:33 PM

When the tall nobleman appeared and broke in to speak to the noblewoman, Marisha would have withdrawn. But she had not been given any cue she could have taken as a dismissal, and so she waited quietly (she was certainly not going to be so rude as to speak into their conversation, either.) She had already been certain that the woman was highly ranked, but confirmation that she belonged to the title family made it more imperative that she abide by the unspoken rules, and one of those was that she could not leave until Camille was done with her.

Beyond that, however, what the unknown man - another Deveaux, certainly, from the familiarity with which he addressed Camille - was saying was of particular interest to her. Lucille was not with the rest of the Deveaux entourage, it seemed. And none of them knew where she was, not even the leading members of the family. In the midst of her disappointment, Marisha filed away one fact for future reference: Lucille and the title family were on very close terms, despite Lucille's place as a lower member of the family. Her half-lidded eyes flickered over the others around her, trying to guess who they might be. She had only been given the first name of Camille's escort. Nevan?

She realised all at once who the man had to be. Nevan Venture, of course - the Venture heir. His name had been linked with Camille's, and now it seemed to be a certainty. The fact that he had actually escorted her to the ball was significant. Intriguing. Not valuable in any way that she could see at the moment, but certainly interesting. And unsettling. Marisha was still not precisely nervous, but finding herself under the noses of these nobles - even if they were ignoring her for the moment - made her feel exposed and just a little uncertain. It would be so much easier if she only had to deal with one at a time.

As she stood in passive silence, considering all of these things, her disappointment only deepened. It was impossible to be sure of where you stood with anyone in the nobility; there were always schemes within schemes, and every word and gesture had to be watched closely. But it seemed that Lucille - while Marisha would not count on that nature to be wholly true or natural - was not quite the same as the rest of the nobility. She was more honest and frank (and she read Tancor). Talking to her had been refreshing. It was too much to expect that Lucille, even if she had been present at the ball, would have bothered to take any notice of her, but it was possible to wish, at least.


#32 Aaron Elariel


  • Elariel Heir

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  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

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Posted 26 August 2010 - 11:40 PM

Aaron crossed the threshold with Phyra and Kaylen and aw that the man was right. Everyone who was not still in the courtyard were waiting in the entry. He wondered what Lady Casuana was planning, for some reason he was sure it had nothing to do with lack of preparation. Servants scurried about taking ash cloaks and coats. There was no ashfall tonight, so Aaron had decided to go without his.

Surprisingly, Kaylen wore not one, but two obsidian swords at his hips. The things looked strange with the man's suit, but Aaron had to admit they were impressive, and gave the man an air of danger. No doubt he was trying increase House Hastings reputation for their weapons, House Casuana was their main rival after all. Something else jumped out at him. Normal soldiers, and many nobleman for that matter, wore weapons of the finest steel. Glass and Obsidian were the tools of allomancers. It took careful control not to shatter even the finest made blade, and few except for allomancers and hazekillers thought it worth the risk. Allomancers supposedly made up too small a segment of the population to equipt every soldier thusly. Aaron made sure he could still feel the small pocket watch that concealed his spare vial of iron.

Fool! Several days ago you had all but given up on Phyra. Now, you decide to give her a chance, and suddenly your thinking of fighting any man who seeks your attention. Aaron reminded himself of why he was here. His father had arranged their date for this evening. He was to be a gentleman, and when the date ended, no one could blame him if there was not a second one. He had no business letting the prescense of Kaylen Hasting rile him up. He thought passingly of his encounter with Marisha and Lucille. Why couldn't all noblewomen by so enjoyable? He snuck another peek at Phyra before responding. The woman's face remained completely unreadable.

"It'd say overpreperation seems to be the more likely of Mia Casuana's problems, but, in any case, either way I'm sure this will be a night to remember. Don't you agree, Phyra?"



#33 Lucille Deveaux

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  • OriginUrteau

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 27 August 2010 - 12:17 AM

Finally!

Lucille burst out of the carriage as soon as it came to a halt, her gold-trimmed white gown fluttering with her dramatic movement. Her attendant hadn't even had a chance to get down from his place and help her to the ground, and as a result, she quite nearly faceplanted right onto the paving stones.

She recovered nicely, though, and, confident that not too many people had seen her little slip, continued on into the entryway. While balls in Urteau were certainly magical, so far, they couldn't compare to the majesty of those in Luthadel! Lucille felt her excitement nearly boiling over. She was finally here!

Once inside, she came across a gathering she never thought she'd see: there were Camille and Nevan, standing there in a group with Damien, Marisha, and a couple people Marisha didn't know, one of them a Terris steward. Interesting. She decided to join the group, and happened to overhear Camille wondering what had happened to her.

"What happened," Lucille declared in a voice that quite obviously pretended to be on the edge of patience, "is that my driver took a wrong turn. We spent ages just trying to find the front gate! Honestly. Can you believe my luck, getting lost on the way to my first ball in Luthadel? Ah, good evening, everyone," she added belatedly. "Marisha, I see you've met my Cousins, and Lord Venture, of course."

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#34 Marisha Nathar


  • Nathar heir's sister

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginFarmost Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 27 August 2010 - 12:40 AM

A smile flashed over Marisha's face that she was not even aware of when a voice she recognised sounded out from behind her, and she raised her head slightly as Lucille stepped into the circle. She was beginning to think that Lucille was on occasion deliberately a little ridiculous, but somehow the announcement and simply the presence of the woman lifted her mood instantly. Lucille did remember her. The casual familiarity did not sting the way it might have coming from another person - it was not a put-down, she thought, and that was why. Or perhaps it was, and she was understanding wrong, but it did not feel patronizing (not in the way that child had, certainly).

"Ah - after a fashion, my Lady," she answered Lucille. It could hardly be called meeting. It felt a little more like Lucille's cousin had cornered her (and now she knew the relationship between them, which was another helpful thing to know.) Her eyes flickered between Lucille and Camille. Did she have permission to speak? Should she say anything more? Would it be taken as presumption? It was clear what Camille thought of her, at least, and the Deveaux man and Nevan Venture had ignored her entirely. Saying anything more could be taken as a demand for an introduction. And from Marisha's standing one did not demand anything of a Deveaux or a Venture.

Then again, was it such a bad thing to take advantage of this and push for an introduction? A little risk, a little boldness, and then simply being on speaking acquaintance with two important Deveaux' and the Venture heir would be a valuable gain. But if it offended them, however...no. She could not risk that they would excuse something that would tread too close to rudeness.


#35 Lucille Deveaux

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Posted 27 August 2010 - 01:05 AM

"Oh. Well, in that case, Lady Marisha Nathar, meet my cousin, Lady Camille Deveaux, her companion for this evening, Lord Nevan Venture, and my cousin, Lord Damien Deveaux. Everyone, this is Lady Marisha Nathar, newly come to Luthadel, and..." she paused.

"I'm terribly sorry," she continued after a brief hesitation, "but I'm afraid I haven't made your escort's acquaintance..."

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#36 Marisha Nathar


  • Nathar heir's sister

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Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginFarmost Dominance

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Posted 27 August 2010 - 01:21 AM

Marisha fell a little uneasily silent, wondering whether what she had already said was too much of a hint - though it was the only thing she could have said, she could not think of any other way to word it - until Lucille took over. And in the neatest way that Marisha could have possibly wished, she received her formal introduction to Camille and Damien Deveaux, and Nevan Venture. She dropped a deep, graceful courtesy to each of them in turn, and smiled cautiously. Camille's attitude was still quite prominent in her mind, and she needed not to appear too forward in this.

"I'm honoured," she murmured. It was, truly, a considerable compliment being paid her, though she wasn't sure if Lucille was really thinking of it that way; she suspected Lucille was more straightforward than that. "My Lady, my Lords, may I present my eldest brother, Lord Nerid Nathar?" Nerid, in turn, bowed - and actually managed to do it somewhat gracefully at that.

"Honoured," he parroted.


#37 Claudia Elariel


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Posted 27 August 2010 - 01:29 AM

"Yes," she started to tell Daerra, "perhaps we..." The courtyard was a bustle of activity. She eyed Phyra in her usually scandalous attire with Aaron who looked a touch flustered for once. They appeared to be talking to Kaylen Hastings. Her eyes drifted down the line to a slight commotion amongst the Devouxs. Camille was there, beautiful in a gown that must have cost more boxings than some lesser houses saw in a year. Nevan was with her and she thought she saw Damien and Lucille as well. A slight motion caught her eye. ""Marisha?" She straightened her shoulders. The noblewoman was standing at the fringes of the group with a neutral expression whilst Camille and Damien chatted. Claudia could only imagine her discomfort - she had never been comfortable around the strong and outgoing Devouxs and she ranked equally with them. "Daerra, I have something I have to attend to. Please excuse me, I should be back shortly."

She straightened her shoulders, smoothed her skirt, and made her way over to the group. When she reached them she smiled warmly and said, "Lady Nathar, you look lovely this evening." She gave small nods and smiles to the others, choosing not to interrupt Camille and Damien. "Good evening, Lord Venture, and you as well...Lady Devoux."

 

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#38 Nevan Venture


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Posted 27 August 2010 - 01:52 AM

Thee appropriate introductions had been made, and variations of "pleased to meet you"s spoken politely by all present, and Nevan was just about to ask Lucille how she and Marisha knew each other, when Claudia Elariel of all people came to join the group.

"Lady Elariel," Nevan greeted politely, "How nice to see you this evening."

"You look quite lovely," Damien added in what appeared to be his usual formal, yet gentle and polite manner.

"I just love that shade of green on you," Camille added. "It goes so well with your eyes."

"I would compliment you as well myself," Nevan added with his usual friendly grin, "but I'm afraid my attention has already been reserved for the night." That earned him a playful nudge from Camille, but he doubted many of the others would so much as notice it, arm in arm as they were. "So, what brings you to our happy little group, hm?"

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#39 Marisha Nathar


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Posted 27 August 2010 - 02:26 AM

Marisha was beginning to feel a little more certain of herself again, or at least of what she ought to say, until a new variable entered the equation - and Marisha had no idea what she ought to do. She remembered Claudia - of course, she could hardly have forgotten her. But she was surprised that Claudia remembered her - or that she wished to remember her, at any rate. More, Marisha was completely shocked that she should have come over to greet her in particular - and to have greeted her ahead of the Venture heir and several Deveaux nobles. Her breath caught ever-so-slightly as Claudia addressed her.

In essence, Claudia was making a significant statement to them: that Marisha was a higher priority for her than they were. It was both a compliment of the highest order to Marisha, and verging on insult to the other nobles. Perhaps not even verging, but even an outright snub. And Marisha was caught directly in the middle. What should she read into it? How should she react? What could she do? She did not want to insult Nevan Venture or any of the Deveaux herself. Nor did she want them to think she was trying in any way to get above herself. She was worried about Camille's opinion in particular - and Lucille's (though perhaps she ought to have worried more about Venture, whose status was higher than any of them).

At the same time, Claudia had gone out of her way to be gracious to Marisha. And by doing so, she had in a sense taken Marisha under her wing. Marisha was not yet certain if that put her in a better position now or not.

She swept a courtesy to Claudia. "You are kindness itself, my Lady," she said softly, chiming in with the others. To say too much further would be seen as flattery or bootlicking, and while she wanted to show deference and respect, she did not want to earn anyone's contempt for it. She did not want to have to hold herself in contempt for it. "I am afraid you outshine me by far."


#40 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 27 August 2010 - 03:00 AM

Daerra frowned as Claudia suddenly left her side and hurried over to another group of nobles. She turned to Mikhail, only to find he was already making his way into the Keep. Who in the Lord Ruler's name is Marisha?

In seconds her face returned to calm serenity. There were obviously currents here she was not aware of. If her plan was to succeed, she could allow nothing to surprise her. She glanced over at the red haired noblewoman and the obligator once more. Somehow she seemed far less interesting than she had moments ago, and despite her calm demeanor, the ministry's precsense at this ball did unsettle her. Especially the remours that an inquisitor would be present. Has the Inquisition come this far already? Is it here to guard us from the rebellion? Daerra let the thought drop, but not before a less pleasant alternative crept in. Was the Inquisitor here because the ministry suspected nobles were involved in the rebellion?

Worrying about the Inquisition would get her no where tonight. She spared a cursory glance for Aaron and Phyra. Now, they were speaking with Kaylen Hasting. They're making it too easy. Aaron hated to admit it, but he had more than a slight tendency towards jealousy. Especially when it came to women. Another careful look revealed her parents carriage still had not arrived.

Seeing nothing she could do, she glided after Claudia to the growing group of nobles in the entry. She nearly turned away when she noticed Damien, but several of the group had already seen her approaching, and she could not afford to look the fool. Camille and Lucille made three Deveauxs, plus Nevan and Claudia of course. That left an unknown noblewoman (most likely Claudia's Marisha), her escort, and a Terrisman steward.

Daerra gave them all a quick once over before speaking, but kept a pleasant smile on her lips. She couldn't risk being seen as haughty until she knew how they fit into things. The man was well dressed, if for a man much older than he was. He moved with the grace of a practiced fighter, if not a man burning pewter, though her bronze sensed no allomancy. His eyes seemed... simple. The sparkled with enthusiasm, but seemed to have little in the way of intelligence. The way he gripped Marisha's arm implied protectiveness, but also subservience. It seemed the woman was in charge.

The plainness of Marisha' gown matched that of her face. She was obviously not of the high nobility. Her eyes though, were very keen. The bespoke of a powerful intellect. Right now they were darting from face to face rapidly, but with calculation as well as panic. Despite her station, this might be a woman to be watched.

Her analysis had only taken moments, and so by the time she glided into the circle, she was already speaking with a smile on her lips and laughter in her eyes. "Good evening all of you," she started nodding to each of them in order of rank. "I hope I am not intruding, but Claudia seemed so excited to be over here, I decided I must see what was going on." She turned first to Claudia, and then to Marisha as she spoke. "Claudia, you must introduce me to your friends. I'm afraid I've never met them before."







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