[@Zeroth] [@LordVoldemort]

Jauna liked how Gorou played that, but had had no fear of her reputation being besmirched.  To her burgeoning social eye, he seemed reasonably well-groomed and polite for someone of seemingly common roots.  She'd offered him her hand more as a peace treaty to bridge the gap of her ignorance of his particular sect.  The castle's etiquette teachers ought to have been proud of her; though no doubt if any had witnessed it, there would have been [b]something[/b] she hadn't done exactly to standard.  He seemed to expect more haughty behavior from her, so she merely replied, [color=pink]"Well then, I'm sure there will be more time to speak at length"[/color] in a decidedly prim tone.

Still, despite the quasi-flirtatious conversation, Jauna found herself sidling closer to the prince.  What did the wyvern rider have to say that was intriguing him so deeply?  Thankfully, one glance in her direction was - she was exceedingly pleased to note - all it took to get him back on track.  Unfortunately that glance's smile was infuriatingly purely platonic.  

His invitation for everyone to follow him for breakfast was unprecedentedly casual and Jauna approved.  Although she was used to formal invitations days, weeks and months in advance from everything, she liked Eli's spontaneity and hoped he never lost it as she veritably bounced on his heels.  She tried very hard not to jog or skip, but it wasn't entirely possible since her shoes were flats for once and she ended up following him at a half-trot that would likely give her etiquette teachers coronaries if they ever found out.