[color=8493ca][h3][b]Post Captain Le Marinier[/b][/h3]
[b]Hopes small flame.[/b]
[I]Escape or Die.[/i]
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“Despite my looks I am quite well practiced, watch out for the younger men's combat boots, they are probably not so used to dancing in them.” The Favisan officer joked and accepted her hand with an old-fashioned gesture from the ball rooms of the capital. He had been taught by the older practices in Favis and the nobility and diplomatic circles moved a little more slowly and conservatively than some of the other social groups. 

“Post Captain Hamerlin Le Mariner, formerly the Favis Diplomatic Naval military liaison officer. ” He said politely as he led her onto the floor with a little bit of his rogue's confidence and ability to work his way through even the stupid situations. They mostly knew each other from being in close quarters aboard for 2 days and all the chaos but formality remained and it had been chaotic.

The dance he kept on the right side of appropriate for the event and the occasion even if he did show off abit, an Diplomat and used to the Capital he had attended far too many black tie and formal events over the years. Despite appearances he led her through the song with a bit of fun and left her feet as promised entirely safe, he had long learned to manage his depth perception with one eye even if it was not perfect you adapted. 

With a foreign flourish and a little style he learned from a technical display in the Capitol about ironically new air ships and the technology coming out of the latest commercial companies and ship yards. He had learned that from a female engineer who was visiting as part of one of the delegations. “Enjoy, your evening mi lady, tonight is as safe as we can be.” He reassured her as he let go, they had one night off and one night where they could allow their nerves to rest. 


[@Badarby]