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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Sept 26, 2017 2:15:09 GMT
After her words and the smile she received Solara could see he was about to continue on his way. Inwardly she had the strongest urge to roll her eyes but restrained herself, if barely. There must be someone here she could occupy some time with until she either ran into Connor again or made a great escape. The servants turned out to be her saving grace as they carried trays and pitchers past and brought a pause to the guard’s movements. ”A few tourneys then? Well either that child was easily impressed or you must leave quite the impression.” Not everyone could tolerate someone like Solara, a woman who said what she meant more often than not. Niceties were good and all, but there was a reason she had abandoned her life at immortal court despite her family’s standing.
Her dark eyes moved away from him to rove around the room, briefly considering slipping out while everyone was so distracted by their meal. Hearing the soft shuffle of his armor Solara turned back to see the handsome guard reaching for her hand. She hesitated only a moment before holding her hand out and smiling. When he mentioned that he had heard of her the smile twisted into a wry one and she chuckled softly. ”All good I hope if your king is speaking of me.” She did live in the Realms of Mir after all. Her fragile relationship with the kingdom was important to her. Being immortal as she was if another war broke out between the races her ranch would have been easy pickings. Now she had to rebuild however after finding that it was indeed not a war that tore her home apart but dark hearts.
”You rode one of my stallions?” She picked up on his words immediately and smiled widely. She took great pride in her work and hearing that her stock had served someone well was the best compliment she could hope for. ”I should be the one thanking you, Meridious. Those are reassuring words. I love to hear that my stock has lived up to the reputation I’ve built.” Many years had gone into her work and while the fire would now set her back at square one, unless she could track down where her horses had been taken.
The touch of a hand on her hip, fingers trailing further back than would be proper immediately caused her to turn. A fire in her eyes and a tension in her hand as she prepared to smack the second fool in less than one hour. But then Connor’s words reached her and she visibly relaxed. But…wait. The hand on her hip was anything but slack and felt nothing like the weak grasp he had been suffering with. The other hand curled firmly around a goblet. Her brows furrowed, intrigued but she bit back the questions. Knowing they would best be suited for a more private settling. She reached out to take the goblet he offered while giving Connor a lingering look. One that faded away as soon as her lips touched the liquid inside. Thank goodness, a drink that wasn’t wine.
”It’s about time. I was about to run away with Meridious here seeing as how my companion had abandoned me.” It was a jest of course and she looked over at Meridious with a coy smile as if to reassure him that her words were harmless. Solara reached over to let her hand trail down Connor’s arm, fingers slipping briefly over his fingers to squeeze his hand softly. She took a sip of the drink and then offered it back to Connor, knowing he would enjoy the liquid tolerance just as much as she. Listening to the words passing from the guard to the commander and looking over her shoulder as if expecting to see the intolerable man from earlier reappear. ”Do you wish us to leave you be, Meridious? I wouldn't want to impede your duty.”
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 26, 2017 3:07:40 GMT
He was grateful for the fact that her features were colored with recognition. While her fiery look didn't quite strike fear into his bones, he wouldn't have enjoyed receiving a firm smack across the face in such a setting... Particularly given that he would've risked spilling the whiskey to stop such a motion, given that his other hand was occupied on her form. That would've been a shame. For her sake and his own, he'd have just taken it. But, as it were, though her brows furrowed curiously, she seemed to relax and take the offered goblet. His lips curved into a bemused smile, a quip flowing quickly thereafter. "Oh what a shame that I should've returned to ruin your fun, then." It was then that Connor regarded the mortal, clad in his fine armor. Compared to some of the other guards present, this one had a different way about him. A little more sociable, regarding them with more ease. It was refreshing compared to some of the others. Then again, he too had instructed the soldiers under his command to maintain vigilance, and not to interact with the crowds more than necessary. It made it easier that way, keeping the place monitored. The last thing any of them needed was some mishap that would flare up tensions are worse than they already were. He rolled a shoulder slightly, as he responded to the man's gratitude. "I just did what needed to be done for the safety of our Kings, and those attending." At the mention of the man, the one who had so blatantly sought to pick-pocket Solara, his chest rumbled with a low chuckle. "That one was more for me, though." Shaking his head slightly, allowing his amusement to fade, Connor gently took back the offered goblet from Solara, before returning her squeeze. It was a relief, feeling strength flow through his fingers again. He offered a small nod, as she seemed to make an inquiry with the other man. "She is right. I wouldn't want to see trouble arise from your command over such a thing."Solara Ell Polst Meridious Risgar |
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Post by Arlyn on Sept 26, 2017 9:44:13 GMT
The Winners of the Vote
The servants began to filter around the tables, gathering the many votes of the people that sat at the dinner. They took all the sheets from underneath the plates, even if they were not filled. As they then lined the other side of the room, they exited quietly as to not cause a disturbance. There was murmuring and such, within the other room the attendants were tallying up the votes. Moments and moments had gone by while they were doing so, and perhaps not one guest had even noticed what they were doing as they counted the total numbers. When they were finished an attendant notified the king, whispering in his ear as the king nodded. The attendant then moved toward the other side of the room where the herald was, handing him the sheet of the results. When the herald looked at the scroll his eyebrows raised, however his expression resumed back to normal as he then walked toward the center of the room. "Everyone! The results are in!" he called, and soon the chattering of the people began to quieten, however many murmurs and whispers could be heard among the crowd.
He then cleared his throat again, and a few more servants came behind him, holding four bouquets of flowers and crowns for each winner. They were stationed behind him waiting. "The winners are..." there was a dramatic pause for a moment. "Best Man. Killian Cruz." It was followed by a series of clapping, expecting the lesser known man to appear at the center of the room, where he would be bestowed a crown and bouquet. But the herald continued nonetheless. "Best woman. Rhiannon Dufour." This time the claps were much louder, and even the human king seemed to have a pleased look in his eye. Indeed the servants looked excited as well, eagerly awaiting her arrival to hand her the bouquet and crown. "And finally, best couple," another dramatic pause, everyone most likely eager to hear the results. "Ea Cailean and Carlisle Hilthrom." Perhaps there were more gasps than claps, however the other servants awaited for them to step up there as well to hand them their crowns and bouquets. Closing the scroll the herald then announced, "The Final Dance shall take place shortly. When you are finished with your meals please attend the Grand Ballroom." He then exited the scene, however the winners of the event were expected to walk into the center of the room and bask in all the attention they were getting. Though it would be awhile before the Final Dance would be ready, as everyone continued to eat their meals and give attention to the ones that won.
(Tagging the winners: Killian Cruz Rhiannon Dufour Ea Cailean Carlisle Hilthrom )
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Post by Meridious Risgar on Sept 26, 2017 14:22:10 GMT
Meridious listened while she spoke of his use of her stallions, and he found that her smile was woundingly sweet. It was the disarming kind of grin - like visual caffeine for the eyes. ”Yes ma’am, I named one of them Rocky and he helped me win the Golden Trident yesteryear. Some of the other knights have fared well with your stock also. But I digress…” He wasn’t going to keep yammering on and keep her away from a good evening with her lover. Their hand and finger play had not gone unnoticed by Meridious. What a lucky dog, that Commander. A few of the servants offered them all parting foods and drinks before they filed out, opening up the floor to him just as he caught Solara’s remark about running off with him had Connor not reemerged on the scene. He tossed them a nod and chuckle, and said ”Well Connor wouldn’t have had to look too far”, as he pointed to the King. ”And you’re correct, I must bid thee fair tidings for now. Duty calls. But the next time I ride your stallion in competition, I’ll send a raven your way with an invite so you can see first hand how well your work has paid off.”That done, he made his way toward the throne just as the Herald began announcing the winners from the voting. When the name Rhiannon Dufour came up, Meridious could tell the King was well pleased with the Princesses’s victory, although there were some probably not so happy. He’d already heard about her rebellious streak and one of the guards even referenced her as an unruly, mean spirited young lady in need of a tail reddening. With Meridious being relatively new to the extremely tight circle of the King’s Guard, though not so distant with a few of them due to his knighthood, he hadn’t had the honor (or horror) of having to babysitting her on a security detail thus far. Perhaps they were saving that for awhile later. While he took his place next to the King again, the rest of the Kingsguard stayed put since they would soon be moving into the Grand Ballroom. Connor Lachesis Solara Ell Polst Rhiannon Dufour (congrats on the win) |
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Sept 27, 2017 3:40:19 GMT
Solara smiled at the further mention of her horses but dipped her head when Meridious needed to continue his duties. "I look forward to it." She replied with a twist of her lips. It was then that the winners of the vote were announced and they were encouraged to move to the ballroom once more. Solara turned beneath the Commander's palm until she could see his face, her eyes narrowing with questions. She was thrilled that he seemed to have use of it, but the how left her floundering. But again it was a conversation for later and not amidst a room bustling with people that were eagerly making their way out. "Now that my pupil is more confident, and apparently-" A glance toward his hand with a knowing smile. "-feeling better. Will you honor your master with one last dance?" There was a teasing tone to her words, a dare. She enjoying pushing him so, mostly because he didn't buckle and had always risen to the challenge. If he agreed she would begin to move toward the ballroom along with the rest of the crowd.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 27, 2017 19:58:48 GMT
Connor's smile was dry in response to her little jest, though his eyes held a knowing warmth to them. Despite the oddity of the circumstance, he was happy to be able to tell her that at least one of their problems had been taken care of. With a small squeeze of his hand, he pulled one sizeable gulp from the goblet, before offering the last of it to her. "Absolutely." Once she'd taken the goblet, promptly downing the contents in a way that was distinctly becoming of herself, Connor left it with an attendant. Without further hesitation, he swept after her and into the ballroom, unaware of what would be awaiting them.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 27, 2017 20:45:38 GMT
Ea peered through the list of names on the ballot with apparent pleasure to see himself listed on there twice, though the second time made him smile. Had they really been that obvious? He wondered who in the world would have nominated them when they were still so tentatively... something. He wasn't really sure what. The clatter of Carlisle's writing utensil brought his attention to that something and he leaned over to glance down at Carlisle's paper, shamelessly looking at who he'd voted for already. "Would be a shame not to vote for ourselves." He murmured softly, laughing. He checked his own choices and set the paper to the side.
Dinner was relatively slow and quiet but for once Ea didn't mind. It was a pleasant moment to go over the scene that had just occurred on the balcony, dissecting his own reactions and internally wincing at his own less-than-suave response. Still, it hadn't gone that horribly. Carlisle was, after all, sitting with him. He glanced up at the announcements with a certain amount of expectation, clapping quite firmly when the princess was declared. She had been a lovely dancer and knew how to put on a show. She deserved the award and he had, quite honestly, voted for her. He couldn't help but appreciate her sass. Part of him wondered if he could have bedded her by staying on the dance floor. Certain comments made him think she would have if only to spite her father. He glanced sidelong at Carlisle. No, he wouldn't have traded this for that. He was quite content-
The announcement of their names caught him off guard. He raised his eyebrows but it was the only show of surprise he allowed before they were given flowers and silly little crowns. He popped his on immediately, carefully tucked into the elaborate braids. Then he buried his face in the bouquet of flowers and inhaled with obvious pleasure. He leaned in towards Carlisle as the hubbub died down.
"Just one dance, before the night is over?" He smiled and drew Carlisle towards the doors to join the others going to the ballroom.
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