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[@Raineh Daze][@VitaVitaAR]
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Make an elf blush like a pure maiden and completely mistep her footing. There were some things Cecil never thought she'd accomplish in her life, but sometimes she simply was the best at accomplishing the impossible, wasn't she? A bright grin spread from ear to ear as she'd listen to Lilia's response about her mom. That was, at least, until Cecil's eyes fell on someone she hadn't expected to see. Or maybe even didn't want to see.

And then, it was Cecil's turn to completely misstep with the dance as her body simply stopped moving, nearly face planting into the elfs chest in the process.

[i]"Cecil I know you have a penchant for indecency but wait until after the dance at...oh. What is the child of those boorish fellows doing here? Shouldn't they just die already so they don't have a chance to bother me anymore?"[/i] Shael's somewhat harsh scolding was quickly silenced as she'd realize what exactly Cecil was staring at. [i]"Well, I suppose she could do worse then someone who looks like that, but really-Cecil don't do anything reckless! I refuse to go back to those idiots!"[/i]

[color=598527]"Sorry, Lilia, but uh,"[/color] Cecil pulled away from the elf. [color=598527]"Not feeling to well all of a sudden."[/color] A lie, a rather obvious one too. She hadn't been able to take her sights off Annika for the past minute, though she wasn't wearing an expression of interest. Her mouth was curled down into a slight frown as she'd internally fight with her own thoughts on the matter. [color=598527]"We'll have to dance again sometime, alright? I just...have to go do something..."[/color] She'd walk away from the elf, her hand leaving hers as she'd approach Annika and the dark skinned man. A duel, huh? Well, she was glad she didn't get roped into it.

She wished she had a flower on her. Then she might be able to just slightly emulate how she had met her previously. A wine glass would have to do so she picked one up from a nearby servant before continuing onwards.

[color=598527]"Well, Miss, forgive me for saying this but I couldn't help but notice that lovely hair of yours."[/color] Cecil would say approaching her casually, trying to keep her voice even. [color=598527]"I don't suppose you'll grace me with a name and accept a drink or shall I have to down it myself?"[/color] She'd offer the drink in her hand. [color=598527]"Cecilia. Knight of the Iron Roses."[/color]