Seraphine's eyes wandered with every revelation. Brother in law. Dinner. Family. It caused her to swallow her whisky in a single gulp. Her attention was steered towards the man’s retreating back, hastily moving off to roam, quickly finding the platter.
The smirk beginning to crawl across her face halted, furrowing into confusion at the mention of prison, unsure if the Lady was teasing but fully believed her given her own circumstances and how jovial she laughed.
Pulling herself up to sit, Seraphine began loading a cracker with some cured meat and cheese while listening to more fragments sprinkled in the Lady’s relations. Wife. Siblings. Military. Lord Vrai had made many curious connections, expertly embedding himself in the upper echelons of power. A second family. Biting down on the cracker couldn’t take the sting away from the hypocrisy, the audacity that he inflicted such violence, yet built relationships to the point of being named kin. She masked that pain in between chewing and grinning apologetically. A measurable sip was taken once her glass became refilled and with Kaczor’s encouragement she ate more, her Nameday had taught her much and already she felt her cheeks warm.
Saffy tossed her a pitiful look following it with a bob of her head. The following explanation only cemented her companions' impressive capability in Seraphones mind.
@Kaczor Tilani
Dinner is a little intimidating. Lord Vrai and I are not exactly on good terms, I wouldn’t want our… differences to spoil the atmosphere of your home.Though she could be easily convinced his current level of scowling would be nothing compared to being forced to attend a formal dinner.
Then again, it would be enjoyable to watch that,it would also save her the trouble of bloodying her hands. Her family would be avenged over the second course at this rate.
The smirk beginning to crawl across her face halted, furrowing into confusion at the mention of prison, unsure if the Lady was teasing but fully believed her given her own circumstances and how jovial she laughed.
At least make it count, don’t get sent back for a nobody. If he comes for you, you need to promise to curse him so he can’t help but smile all the time. He’ll hate it.
Pulling herself up to sit, Seraphine began loading a cracker with some cured meat and cheese while listening to more fragments sprinkled in the Lady’s relations. Wife. Siblings. Military. Lord Vrai had made many curious connections, expertly embedding himself in the upper echelons of power. A second family. Biting down on the cracker couldn’t take the sting away from the hypocrisy, the audacity that he inflicted such violence, yet built relationships to the point of being named kin. She masked that pain in between chewing and grinning apologetically. A measurable sip was taken once her glass became refilled and with Kaczor’s encouragement she ate more, her Nameday had taught her much and already she felt her cheeks warm.
Saffy tossed her a pitiful look following it with a bob of her head. The following explanation only cemented her companions' impressive capability in Seraphones mind.
It’s a different form of grace, and while I hope I never need to use it, it’s still a valuable skill to hone. But dancing. Dancing is where I can just be… lost, free. Even in silence I can find some current to move to. I feel my most true self in those moments.
@Kaczor Tilani
08-11-2024, 04:10 PM
