Royal Ball

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

((Where the hell do people get these pictures for their characters! I'm the only one without one....D:))

[Goldd 126]

((Where the hell do people get these pictures for their characters! I'm the only one without one....D:))

((I feel your pain man, I don't have one either :( ))

[Gemmylou 484]

-Looks up hearing the announcer call Aemond's name and makes her way to the entrance to see if he is still there. She stands at the top of the stairs looking around not able to tell whose face is whose and leans on the bannister, her big eyes scanning the room.

[VIROS 2915]

Patrick smirks slightly

"Yes, my grandfather is rather protective of his children. He used to spoil my father from what I hear" He says this in a light manner but his eyes flash hurt for a moment

"So you are my aunt then? Hmm... I never would have guessed, but it matters little." He observes her fancy clothes his rolls his eyes

"I don't see how you all wear those rediculous clothes. They are so overly extravagent and never used but for a few select occasions. Maybe it was how my father raised me but it always seemed too stuck up to wear such things for a few times in your life."

He folds his armoured arms across his chestplate which gleams, a snarling Gryphon seeming to bore into her

Anne looks knowingly to the left and makes a slight gesture with her fan to shoo away the attendants, who had begun to make their way back. Her eyes return to Patrick and she smiles slyly.

"Oh, nephew, wouldst thou deprive me of my armor? You wound me, Chaplain." She says, her voice feigning sorrow. "I consider myself a member of the feminine chivalry. My gown is the finest platemail," she takes a bit of the material into her hand and lets it fall to the floor "my gentle fan but a shield to defend from the unwelcome," she holds it in front of her, as if to deflect the blows of an unseen sword "and my skill at dance but the fancy footwork of a well-trained Knight." she twirls, her dress swirling about her. "We are two sides of the same imperial coin, I would say, dear nephew. I can't hold a sword and you can't wear a gown."

[Agith 224]

Remains standing on the stairs, slowly moving down them and moving his way to the western wall. Aemond stands to rest against one of the pillar, looking around the room in awe as he begins to take it all in. He would not notice Isabella as she looks for him, though his location clearly visible from her point of view. A smile would take over his face as he looks to the beginning of the tapestries, tilting his head slightly to the left as he begins to try to interpret their images into the history they represent.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Anne looks knowingly to the left and makes a slight gesture with her fan to shoo away the attendants, who had begun to make their way back. Her eyes return to Patrick and she smiles slyly.

"Oh, nephew, wouldst thou deprive me of my armor? You wound me, Chaplain." She says, her voice feigning sorrow. "I consider myself a member of the feminine chivalry. My gown is the finest platemail," she takes a bit of the material into her hand and lets it fall to the floor "my gentle fan but a shield to defend from the unwelcome," she holds it in front of her, as if to deflect the blows of an unseen sword "and my skill at dance but the fancy footwork of a well-trained Knight." she twirls, her dress swirling about her. "We are two sides of the same imperial coin, I would say, dear nephew. I can't hold a sword and you can't wear a gown."

Patrick smirks

"That, my deear aunt, is where you are wrong" He smirks

"I could of course wea a gown, for I would only need to ask Boiendl to lend me one, and then, I could be as fancy as you in these useless silks and cloths, and I would still be able to wield a sword" He rests his hand on his sword hilt

"My gown is my armor, and my perfume is my sword" He ***** his head

"My fancy footwork, is the years of dedication of something useful, and my skills are in the art of defending this realm so you all might dance around and dine on fancy foods, while the real people of the Empire are in the trenches and mud, working and fighting" He gives a cold look at her

[Goldd 126]

*Lilibeth sits in a chair in a secluded corner of the ballroom. She looks down to her lap not knowing what to think. She was also accused of flirting with someone, though she didn't mean to. Now trying to hide her embarrassment she just sits there.*

[Nummy 413]

Piper walks over to her daughter kneeling down to her level and putting on a smile. She tilts Elizabeth's head up to look into her silver eyes, talking in a hushed calming voice.

"Now my Lilibeth, don't hide over here in the corner. Go over and talk to the little Elendil boy and don't think about what the other little ladies say, it doesn't matter".

She smiles and lifts her daughter to her feet, straightening her dress and curls for her.

[Goldd 126]

*Lilibeth nods slightly and gets up walk towards Derrek. With that she raises her head high and feels hear hair. The girl is almost half-way to Derrek.*

((Now I will leave some room for Derrek to fill in his comments between all of these emotes.))

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella sighs and continues to stare around the room. She notices Aemond by the wall and quickens her pace to his side. As she reaches him she touches his arm and say's in a relieved tone,

"I am so happy to see you, there are so many people here.."

[VIROS 2915]

Patrick smirks

"That, my deear aunt, is where you are wrong" He smirks

"I could of course wea a gown, for I would only need to ask Boiendl to lend me one, and then, I could be as fancy as you in these useless silks and cloths, and I would still be able to wield a sword" He rests his hand on his sword hilt

"My gown is my armor, and my perfume is my sword" He ***** his head

"My fancy footwork, is the years of dedication of something useful, and my skills are in the art of defending this realm so you all might dance around and dine on fancy foods, while the real people of the Empire are in the trenches and mud, working and fighting" He gives a cold look at her

Another servant offers Anne a drink. This time too entrenched in the conversation to notice him, the servant simply places the fluted crystal glass in her hand. He scurries off, leaving the Princess with the unwanted wine.

"But consider, Chaplain, the idea of you in a gown. I refine myself in the palace, carefully acquiring ladylike skills and molding my personality to be tender and coy. You refine yourself in the field, acquiring masculine skills and training your men. You, the soldier, your battles are fought in the hills with a blade. I, the diplomat, my battles are fought in the palace with words." She takes another drink from the tray of a passing waiter and offers it to Patrick, her dress swaying at the motion. "Different battlefields and different weapons, but equally important outcomes, I would say. No war ends without a diplomat, but neither side wins without soldiers."

[Agith 224]

Aemond's smile would briefly cease as he looks down to his arm, his smile swiftly returns as he notices isabella. He gives her one look over before turning to face her.

" You look gorgeous! " He replies before pausing, and picking up where he left off

" But I think you are lovely even without the fancy clothing...Though they are nice touches! "

Aemond would nod in agreement to isabella as she makes the comment on the large amount of people present at the event. Patting away a small crease in the golden undershirt benaeth his open robe before seeking to grasp onto her hand, should he succeed he walks her closer to the tapestry, smiling to it.

" Aren't these tapestries just marvelous? So much history within their threads. "

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Another servant offers Anne a drink. This time too entrenched in the conversation to notice him, the servant simply places the fluted crystal glass in her hand. He scurries off, leaving the Princess with the unwanted wine.

"But consider, Chaplain, the idea of you in a gown. I refine myself in the palace, carefully acquiring ladylike skills and molding my personality to be tender and coy. You refine yourself in the field, acquiring masculine skills and training your men. You, the soldier, your battles are fought in the hills with a blade. I, the diplomat, my battles are fought in the palace with words." She takes another drink from the tray of a passing waiter and offers it to Patrick, her dress swaying at the motion. "Different battlefields and different weapons, but equally important outcomes, I would say. No war ends without a diplomat, but neither side wins without soldiers."

Patrick scoffs and rolls his eyes

"You act like one can only carry out one of these functions. Look at my father, he could use his silver tongue and a sword with extreme skill. I'm still but twent Summers old, and I could learn the ways of a diplomat, and I already know the ways of nobility and royalty. It is a wasted skill that doesn't dazzle the working class a single bit"

He takes a glass of wine from the same waiter who gave his aunt wine and sips it and gags slightly "This is disgusting... Don't drink this wine, it is poor and so cheap not even a dog would drink it.." He splashes it on the waiter who cries and runs off

[VIROS 2915]

Patrick scoffs and rolls his eyes

"You act like one can only carry out one of these functions. Look at my father, he could use his silver tongue and a sword with extreme skill. I'm still but twent Summers old, and I could learn the ways of a diplomat, and I already know the ways of nobility and royalty. It is a wasted skill that doesn't dazzle the working class a single bit"

He takes a glass of wine from the same waiter who gave his aunt wine and sips it and gags slightly "This is disgusting... Don't drink this wine, it is poor and so cheap not even a dog would drink it.." He splashes it on the waiter who cries and runs off

Anne's gently mocking smile disappears for a moment as he splashes the wine on the waiter. She places her glass on a nearby table.

"Really, nephew, you could live to be as old as the scribe and never learn even the simplest curtsy. Etiquette is wasted on such a coarse person. I should much prefer the company of Horen and his wife, or even the Lord High Sheriff."

She 'hmphs' indignantly and makes her way across the room, her concerned attendants scurrying after her, chattering.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Anne's gently mocking smile disappears for a moment as he splashes the wine on the waiter. She places her glass on a nearby table.

"Really, nephew, you could live to be as old as the scribe and never learn even the simplest curtsy. Etiquette is wasted on such a coarse person. I should much prefer the company of Horen and his wife, or even the Lord High Sheriff."

She 'hmphs' indignantly and makes her way across the room, her concerned attendants scurrying after her, chattering.

Patrick smirks and walks around the room casually, looking at the people, and figuring what type of person they are by their company, attitude, posture, and general air about them, literally and figuratively