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Gillian had to stifle every urge he had not to look amused by Martina’s outburst. He was by no means offended. He’d met few dwarfs in his time but almost all had a forwardness that he could not help but find refreshing. He also knew most did not cotton to being (for lack of a better word) belittled. Nor did they respond well to being patted on the head, as the urge struck him at the moment. Such acts, more often than not, were followed swiftly by some form of physical retaliation (and then drinking, depending on the quality of the brawl).
“I apologize ma’am.” He says, an amused grin bubbling to the surface only for a second as Delacroix rushed to the captains side, clearly as flustered by the display as the other nobles. “We’re just so far from the Grey Mountains I’d forgotten the tradition. Nor did I recognize your heritage at first glance, so the fault lays squarely on me.” He returns his gaze to Fanlily, still clearly a little amused, though thankful for the half-dwarfs presence. If nothing else, she’d make more enjoyable company than the nobles sharing drinks and crocodile smiles. “I apologize captain; I’ll attempt to be the model of civility from here onwards.” He says, cheerfully ignoring the annoyed growls of his diminutive fellow knight.
“I apologize ma’am.” He says, an amused grin bubbling to the surface only for a second as Delacroix rushed to the captains side, clearly as flustered by the display as the other nobles. “We’re just so far from the Grey Mountains I’d forgotten the tradition. Nor did I recognize your heritage at first glance, so the fault lays squarely on me.” He returns his gaze to Fanlily, still clearly a little amused, though thankful for the half-dwarfs presence. If nothing else, she’d make more enjoyable company than the nobles sharing drinks and crocodile smiles. “I apologize captain; I’ll attempt to be the model of civility from here onwards.” He says, cheerfully ignoring the annoyed growls of his diminutive fellow knight.
sorry about the delay! moved back into dorm today for cool leg.
Gillian:
Martina: Ye I did.
Martina: Ye I did.
Gillian kept his gaze locked low to the ground as the group of knights entered the ballroom. He'd chosen to taken up the side farthest from the captain, sure that the discomfort from the other days...event had not gone disappeared fully for either of them. He couldn't fathom what had compelled the girl to bring him along, having neither the social standing nor the blood to justify his presence. Maybe it was just to get more knights in her entourage? It certainly dwarfed the majority of the guests, at least as far as Gillian could tell.
He steps forward as the herald sets to introduce him. For what little good could be said of the young man in polite society, it could not be denied that he cleaned up well. A fruit bore almost exclusively from his quick trip to his mentors villa in the morning. After having detailed his sudden summons Seigward's young wife, Lia, could not help but lend her assistance. Lia was a stunning young woman out from Velt who'd barely reached her twenties before she, to use her own words, 'nabbed' Gillian's mentor much to the dismay of her family.
And with her she brought all the fashions of her home she could carry, much to the dismay of her stubbornly plainly dressed husband. Still, it was a minor disruption to an otherwise happy union. One easily filled by victims volunteers such as Gillian, to act as outlets for Lia's more chic desires. He did not mind some parts of the dress, were he honest. The boots were plain leather, almost ridding boots. Far and away more comfortable than the horrid dress shoes of some of the nobles walked about in. Doubly so as it saved him from those ridiculous stockings. Black wool trousers also being an easy sell. Again largely for not being stockings.
The tailcoat, waistcoat, shirt and cravat (he believed that was the name of it) had endeared themselves less to him. The shirt was plain white with a high collar. The cravat, a dark length of silk, was wrapped loosely around said collar, feeling all the more like a noose with each passing second. The burgundy tailcoat was sweltering, and the black waistcoat beneath did little to help.
Still, it cut an impressive figure, and with one hand resting on the hilt of his blade (an addition he had to fight Lia to let him keep), he walks slowly in as the herald announces his presence. He re-secures the black leather gloves covering his hands (though really he only needed the one), ignoring the awkward silence or distasteful glances that his name evoked. From lack of recognition, he hoped. As he rejoins the group, he's a little surprised to see a short young woman (he assumed knight), very brazenly pat the young captain's rear. "...Perhaps we should refrain from playing grab ass while in the royal castle." He offers to Martina, though clearly welcoming her eagerness to fight the formality. "...Unless thats why the captain brought us here?" He asks, turning to the young captain. "If so, I was not informed. I am deathly ill-prepared for ass grabbing duties should that be required."
@rin @vitavitaAR
He steps forward as the herald sets to introduce him. For what little good could be said of the young man in polite society, it could not be denied that he cleaned up well. A fruit bore almost exclusively from his quick trip to his mentors villa in the morning. After having detailed his sudden summons Seigward's young wife, Lia, could not help but lend her assistance. Lia was a stunning young woman out from Velt who'd barely reached her twenties before she, to use her own words, 'nabbed' Gillian's mentor much to the dismay of her family.
And with her she brought all the fashions of her home she could carry, much to the dismay of her stubbornly plainly dressed husband. Still, it was a minor disruption to an otherwise happy union. One easily filled by victims volunteers such as Gillian, to act as outlets for Lia's more chic desires. He did not mind some parts of the dress, were he honest. The boots were plain leather, almost ridding boots. Far and away more comfortable than the horrid dress shoes of some of the nobles walked about in. Doubly so as it saved him from those ridiculous stockings. Black wool trousers also being an easy sell. Again largely for not being stockings.
The tailcoat, waistcoat, shirt and cravat (he believed that was the name of it) had endeared themselves less to him. The shirt was plain white with a high collar. The cravat, a dark length of silk, was wrapped loosely around said collar, feeling all the more like a noose with each passing second. The burgundy tailcoat was sweltering, and the black waistcoat beneath did little to help.
Still, it cut an impressive figure, and with one hand resting on the hilt of his blade (an addition he had to fight Lia to let him keep), he walks slowly in as the herald announces his presence. He re-secures the black leather gloves covering his hands (though really he only needed the one), ignoring the awkward silence or distasteful glances that his name evoked. From lack of recognition, he hoped. As he rejoins the group, he's a little surprised to see a short young woman (he assumed knight), very brazenly pat the young captain's rear. "...Perhaps we should refrain from playing grab ass while in the royal castle." He offers to Martina, though clearly welcoming her eagerness to fight the formality. "...Unless thats why the captain brought us here?" He asks, turning to the young captain. "If so, I was not informed. I am deathly ill-prepared for ass grabbing duties should that be required."
@rin @vitavitaAR
And here we go.
So, before I get in too deep, do you want us to keep to 13th century esq formal wear, or do you care if we fudge it up to regency suit wear?
One just requires a little more research than the other on my end.
(asking the hard hitting questions)
I also vote all of the above!
Chamoisee Lacaune
Chami could feel himself wince as grandmaster Trendle banged down on the stage. While he had to admit it made for an impressive speech, it was rather silly (if not very loud). As for ease, it was not something the young sheep lad was expecting. His father, if what little they talked about his attendance to the school, had made the seriousness of the curriculum deathly clear.
Chami readjusts the bag on his shoulder, the weapons hidden within clanking lightly together from the sudden shift as he began to follow Miss Lariet to the testing grounds. He silently hoped there was at least a written portion of the exam, not particularly in the mood to fly around at break neck speeds after the trip over on the hover ship. He lets out a silent baa of frustration, too anxious for the forth coming test to chance the slip up.
Sure sure. Tbh thought this was closed for a while.
Oh. And Dancing. I dont know why but the idea of Gillian desperately struggling to waltz amuses me.
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