[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

She likely would have kept trying to make progress on arranging a [i]proper[/i] exhibition match--they had all evening, after all; it couldn't be [i]too[/i] hard to send someone for a change of clothes (or find a page or something who would jump at the chance to attend a royal ball in exchange for lending Tyaethe an outfit for a little while) before everyone had to make their leave. However, there were some things that took precedence over continuing to be a pest in a foreign language.

The presence of royalty was one of them, the vampire turning and making a deep bow in one continuous movement. It was almost surprising that she didn't manage to catch [i]anything[/i] and trip in the process. "Your highness, to what do we owe this pleasure? As I am sure you know, I am Sir Tyaethe. This is..." what followed was definitely [i]not[/i] the name anyone would have expected, longer and distinctly unfamiliar in sound; no doubt the elf's common name was a translation rather than a mere foreign pronunciation, "More commonly known as Lilette."

The elf's curtsy was considerably more restrained, yet no less polished. "Good evening, your highness. Ithainne's craftsmanship suits you."

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"O-Oh, okay," the elf responded, looking crestfallen for a second before schooling her features back into the same cool expression she had been wearing before they started, "It was... nice dancing with you."

Lilia did seem rather adrift looking, abandoned on the edge of the dancefloor--it appeared that Ithainne had temporarily excused herself from the proceedings, as she would have [i]massively[/i] stood out even with the thickening crowds. And, of course, her mother was now at the centre of attention, quite removed from the rest of them.