Fareed Nashala Asim
Starry Night ballLocation: Grand Ballroom
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“.. is it tha’ bad?”
Fareed let loose a considerate hum, not answer quite immediately.
”...No, I would say not. It is fitting for one such as you, but for those who misunderstand your station would call it trashy. A mark of someone who plays at what they are not. He vaguely gestures to both her and then further around.
”There is no harm in dressing up, but you seem to be one more centered in things of practicality than the flimsy sequins and fabrics that see only polished floors. Combining the two leads to something that appears fine to a common eye, but to any of those from a court? Those vipers would be gossiping for weeks after!” He finally pauses enough to take a drink and allow the words to sink in.
Too long in fact, for someone else steps forth to interject. One who seemed familiar with the Captain, as he slid himself in casually enough. He seemed dashing, but in that way that lead to a few to many broken hearts. Almost like…Hmm. Now
Fareed felt almost compelled to be slightly petty with him. That face, that hair, those clothes, none of them were things he recognized explicitly. Except that style of cuff is certainly from Breoven. A niche choice.
But he discards the idea of bluntly listing his titles. As with most any noble, he had many but also has an excessive amount given jokingly or otherwise from his siblings. While most had no official capacity, they were just audacious enough to get them written down in record. All of them took up…far to much parchment for a man who preferred a semblance of anonymity.
”I am known as Fareed, of Alidash. Might I know who speaks to me?” Plain and uninspired, it serves as a serviceable greeting.