[b][center][h3][color=SteelBlue]Vier[/color][/h3][/center][/b]

Vier had been pretty bored during the ball, all things considered. Besides small moments of excitement and the drama of the beginning, nothing really caught his attention. It was partly a matter of scenery. Vier was never comfortable with simply socializing. Besides, what could he talk about to the upper crust? There was no real gossip he knew that hadn’t already made the rounds to those with an ear for these things, and the Iron Roses had the only nobles he maintained constant contact with. Everyone else had mostly split of, either chatting with nobles, or just talking with the other knights.

So for the past few minutes, Vier had mostly been faffing about. A flute of wine, a nice plate and the occasional light conversation with passing knights and nobility were more than enough to keep him awake for the time being. Still, he made the constant choice to decline any invitation to take the floor. It wasn’t as if he was an exceptionally poor dancer. His mother had taught his a basic waltz, and he practiced on occasion, when most of the Order was asleep. Still, he was relatively fine with the proceedings, taking note of place rather than tone.

Renar dueling a Crown Knight, the knight being his brother no less, was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Vier had a fondness for brawls, having started and finishing his fair share. This wasn’t exactly it. It wasn’t planned, that much was obvious. How much was a result of Renar just being better or Felix being caught off guard intrigued Vier, making him note it mentally, in case he got the chance to ask. The taunting at the end drew a chuckle and a bit of clapping from Vier.

[color=SteelBlue]”Very good show, the both of you.”[/color] He had only wished it lasted a tad bit longer, but it was a good showing on both sides, for very different reasons. At least it was a nice distraction from the festivities.