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[b][center]The Great Hall[/center][/b]

[@Shadow Daedalus]

After taking his leave of Anareliea, Seldo made his way about the hall looking for old acquaintances or new notable people. He was looking forward to meeting Rhelissa again, but he was having difficulty finding her in the crowd. Perhaps she hadn't grown as much as he thought she would have in the three years they were apart and her small frame was being dwarfed by the larger students. He didn't dwell on it, though; he was sure he'd run into her eventually and they could catch up. For the time being, though, something caught his eye. White hair sat atop a grim, scarred, and utterly disinterested face. At first Seldo thought this man was a guard. He certainly didn't carry himself like a nobleman, and it was unusual for distinguished people to so blatantly ignore the game of the court, but his attire and apparent age suggested that he was high born like the rest of the students here. Seldo had no idea who this young man was, but his curiosity was piqued, so he approached.

The white-haired man remained motionless, making not even gesture of acknowledgement as Seldo approached. The prince did not know if this man was intentionally slighting him, or if he was utterly oblivious to the fact that social obligations were now upon him. So, to make it perfectly clear that he required at the very least a polite dismissal, Seldo gave Prometheus a gentle tug on the arm. Initiating a conversation through physical contact would have been unthinkable when Seldo was younger. Tugging on the wrong person's arm risked offending a potential heir to a powerful nation, which would be a diplomatic nightmare. However, Seldo was now the crowned prince. This man was at [i]best[/i] his peer, and the slight of contact was merely his response to the slight of ignoring a prince. 

[color=0072bc]"Wallflowers never blossom,"[/color] Seldo said, giving Prometheus a cordial smile even as his eyes sharpened just a bit. [color=0072bc]"Such a dour expression is not befitting someone about to receive the finest education in the realm among a selection of the world's most influential young lords and ladies. Perhaps you're disappointed that there will be no wine for some time?"[/color] Seldo gave a jovial chuckle before continuing. [color=0072bc]"In any event, I do not believe we have yet been acquainted. I am Prince Seldo Leonine Forletus of Forlonia. What might I call you, Grim One?"[/color] Indeed Seldo's introduction was a bit more aggressive than usual, but he didn't like the fact that this lord, or prince, or whoever he was, thought he could just ignore the most important people in the world without so much as a bare minimum of pleasantries. Perhaps a sudden change in attitude would sway the prince's opinion of the white-haired man. Or, perhaps Prometheus would think just as ill of Seldo.