Outfit
Vela could understand why Huntress was opposed to such an event, but she also understood why the King might want to throw such a public soirée. It was a chance to publicly make a statement, to show unity and strength, to show his power and influence to anyone that would attend. It wasn’t really about love - of that Vela was sure, and she’d paint herself green and call herself a sylvan if she were wrong. Marriages between royalty and leaders was never about love, only about how powerful it could make either one. She wasn’t entirely sure what it did for the King, or even what it did for Frankie and his family. She could only hope that it helped their situation, and was not some play the Crows had cooked up to sink their talons deeper into the royal family.
What ever the real reason was, it provided Arlathan with an opportunity - to show their face, to get a measure of the challenges they might face with other Kingdoms, to gain knowledge and secrets that could be used to their advantage (bless Leliana and her spy-master ways). She didn’t mind that Huntress didn’t quite get it, Vela was just happy she’d decided to come along. Knowing the other elvhen woman was there to watch her back gave her confidence, especially with her suspicion that something was going to knock this party sideways. The last public party thrown by someone in power was promptly overrun with darkspawn, so Vela wasn’t holding her breath.
Once her companions had settled they eventually broke off, and Vela wandered for a time, making eye contact with nobles in a way she hoped made them uncomfortable. She would offer them a smile, a flash of a pointed tooth, and then brush by unless any of them deigned to approach her and start conversation. She wished to find the King, however after a while of not seeing him she circled back to where she’d last seen her companions, and then wandered over to Tress when she spotted her.
Vela could understand why Huntress was opposed to such an event, but she also understood why the King might want to throw such a public soirée. It was a chance to publicly make a statement, to show unity and strength, to show his power and influence to anyone that would attend. It wasn’t really about love - of that Vela was sure, and she’d paint herself green and call herself a sylvan if she were wrong. Marriages between royalty and leaders was never about love, only about how powerful it could make either one. She wasn’t entirely sure what it did for the King, or even what it did for Frankie and his family. She could only hope that it helped their situation, and was not some play the Crows had cooked up to sink their talons deeper into the royal family.
What ever the real reason was, it provided Arlathan with an opportunity - to show their face, to get a measure of the challenges they might face with other Kingdoms, to gain knowledge and secrets that could be used to their advantage (bless Leliana and her spy-master ways). She didn’t mind that Huntress didn’t quite get it, Vela was just happy she’d decided to come along. Knowing the other elvhen woman was there to watch her back gave her confidence, especially with her suspicion that something was going to knock this party sideways. The last public party thrown by someone in power was promptly overrun with darkspawn, so Vela wasn’t holding her breath.
Once her companions had settled they eventually broke off, and Vela wandered for a time, making eye contact with nobles in a way she hoped made them uncomfortable. She would offer them a smile, a flash of a pointed tooth, and then brush by unless any of them deigned to approach her and start conversation. She wished to find the King, however after a while of not seeing him she circled back to where she’d last seen her companions, and then wandered over to Tress when she spotted her.
If it’s any consolation,she said with a smile, the skirt of her robe sweeping the floor behind her, the threads of silver woven into the fabric twinkling in the mage-light.
you look beautifully terrifying. If we achieve anything tonight it will be to make anyone think twice before toeing Arlathan’s borders.And if that was all they achieved, then Vela would be happy.
07-19-2022, 05:07 PM
