[center][color=thistle][h2]Lady Grey Coulbourne[/h2]

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Interacting with Tybalt Gully
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Grey made her way to the table, her eyes unfocused as she thought of the Sky twins and her future family. Being bastards would be a constant influence on her girls' lives, it seemed. But Grey wasn't giving up hope. She could still petition the Lord Hyland to bring her daughters to Mount Promonon.

But her thoughts were interrupted when a man built like a mountain and armored for war approached her. In his hand he held the delicate crystal of a wine glass. The sight was so at odds with itself, she couldn’t help but stare.

[i]”My lady,”[/i] he said in a deep voice, offering her the glass. Grey, still unsure of how to react, could only take the offering as she looked up at him. The man then proceeded to… well, [i]ramble[/i] was the only appropriate word for it.

[i]”Before you know it, people might come and try to talk to you,”[/i] he finished, before muttering under his breath.

Grey blinked up at him. And then her eyes lit up and she gave a stunned laugh. Oh, how [i]charming[/i].

[color=thistle]”Yes, my lord, it seems you’re right,”[/color] she said, mischief in her smile. [color=thistle]”I haven’t been alone for thirty seconds, and already a stranger has come to me, drink in hand.”[/color] She took a sip of said drink, looking up at him from under long, dark eyelashes. Lowering the glass, she offered a polite nod. [color=thistle]”Grey Coulbourne,”[/color] she said, before adding in a teasing mimic of his own introduction, [color=thistle]”of Vaernin Forest.”[/color] She took another sip of her wine, sweet, burning liquid warming her throat and chest.  She glanced to the side before looking back up at Lord Tybalt and leaned in a bit, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. [color=thistle]”Truthfully, I’m alone because I’m hiding from my guard. He’s a good, honorable man, but terribly stuffy. He’d have me sitting like an ornamental doll under the family banners all day, rather than enjoying the festival, meeting such lovely people.”[/color] She dipped her head to Lord Tybalt at the last statement. Then her smile grew sly. [color=thistle]"I think he worries I’ll only get up to mischief if I’m without supervision.”[/color] She raised her glass to her lips again. [color=thistle]”And how do you find yourself alone, Lord Tybalt?”[/color]