Royal Ball

[Gemmylou 484]

Smiles warmly, calmly shaking his head as he tries to help her by slipping one foot under the dress in hopes that it will make it slightly easier.

" Where did I learn to dance? Well my tutors of course, so you never learned? You're doing better than when I first started."

He continues to lead her in the dance, eye locked on hers.

- Isabella shakes her head.

"No I haven't learnt yet. Daddy wanted to teach me history and science first. I'm doing better than Derrek that's for sure!"

She smiles at him again staring into his amethyst eyes.

"You'll have to give me lessons back home!!" She laughs.

[Agith 224]

"If you want lessons, then yeah I'll teach you...However you are doing so much better, perhaps it was just the dress getting in your way?"

Chuckles, paying no mind to the area around him as he continues to dance.

"And I must say...History and science are important"

he leans inwards

" And science can be made to good use. "

he leans back out as he pauses the dance for a moment to adjust his robes which were beginning to slide to the right a tad.

[Idioticozzy 66]

*Argyll Arendor strides into the ballroom, wearing rough travel garb of dark navy blue and ash grey, with a heavy black coat trimmed with wolf fur. His face is stern as a rock while he studies the crowd with his grey eyes. He notices he few looks from some fancy looking lords and ladies and tries to ignore them, striding further into the grand ballroom. He feels a light tap on his back and turns around to stare at a small man, wearing rich velvet colours and a rich looking hat*

"My lord, who might you be? I must present to the noble lords and ladies that are here tonight"

*Argyll looks down at him*

"I am Argyll Arendor. The bastard of Harrion Elendil, I'm here to greet my Grandfather, Artorus Elendil"

*Argyll notices the herald decides not to call out the shameful bastard of the noble house Elendil as he again, strides into the ballroom, trying not to knock into dancing couples*

[Idioticozzy 66]

*Argyll spots his grandfather talking to a relative. He is wearing a grand outfit, the colours of the house Elendil, a deep dark blue with grey. He is slightly nervous as he approaches his noble grandfather. He brushes his black wavy hair to a side and glances to a young woman, dancing with a man, and gives her a nod. She has dark hair with grey eyes, obviously a relative to himself. Argyll stands before his grandfather far to soon for his liking, and coughs quietly*

"My lord?"

[Gemmylou 484]

"If you want lessons, then yeah I'll teach you...However you are doing so much better, perhaps it was just the dress getting in your way?"

Chuckles, paying no mind to the area around him as he continues to dance.

"And I must say...History and science are important"

he leans inwards

" And science can be made to good use. "

he leans back out as he pauses the dance for a moment to adjust his robes which were beginning to slide to the right a tad.

"How can Science be put to good use then?"

Isabella stands back so he can adjust himself then proceeds to take his hand again and twirls underneath it

"We should probably find Papa soon, you know. He might be wondering where we are." Isabella looks around the hall trying to spot him.

[Agith 224]

" Yeah it is a good idea to go find Artorus, lead the way!"

Aemond ceases dances after finishing her twirl, he smiles as he lowers their paired hands to their side, and begins to survey the room.

" Hrmm...I don't quite know where to look however, ideas? "

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella looks around humming slightly as she gazes around the room.

"Maybe the bar? I'm not sure..." She frowns slightly and makes her way in that general direction leaving their hands interlocked.

"Maybe he might have gone to see the Emperor?" Bella wonders outloud.

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Artorus looks at Argyll, eying him up and down. Artorus sips from his wine again and sets it down on the bar and looks at him. "Aye lad, how may I help you?"

[Idioticozzy 66]

*Argyll inclines his head towards his grandfather, feeling nervous in his presence*

"My lord, I wish to seek a home at Ildon...With you. I am Argyll Arendor, bastard son of Harrion Elendil, your son, and I am your grandson, even if I am not an Elendil..."

*pauses and lets his grandfather reply*

[Idioticozzy 66]

*turns around abruptly, staring at the man on the boar*

"What is this?!"

*growls lowly, reaching for his bastard sword, then realises it was taken away from him when he entered "Bastard" he thought..*

[Idioticozzy 66]

*Argyll glares at the fool*

"You fool, if I had my blade with me, I would run you through, how do you know I am a bastard anyway!"

*growls louder*

"And a god?! He is just a fool, ladies and gentlemen..A fool!"

[Nummy 413]

Piper raises an eyebrow at the Boar man. She walks towards him, tilting her head. "You call yourself a god?" She smirks, already knowing this man is here to cause trouble. "This man demands us to bow before him? I would think a god could afford a better mount than a boar". She looks up to the Emperor, a shining beacon in her eyes. "I will bow before no man but the Emperor himself, and neither will this guy here".

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella looks up hearing the shouting and frowns at the man. As she looks to where he is, she spots the head of her Grandfather with his Circlet on his hair.

"Found him Aemond" She turns and says to him and makes her way hastily to her Grandfather's side.

As she gets closer she sees the man on a boar and frowns even more. 'How strange' she thinks to herself and guesses he must be the jester or some entertainment.

When she gets to her Grandfather's side she hugs his middle as best she can and smiles up at him with a big smile.

"Hi Papa! Did you see me dance?" She says happily

[Idioticozzy 66]

*eyes the fool up and down with his grey eyes*

"I would rather have a fine horse than that boar, fool, and I would rather not bow down to you, or any man, other then the Emperor, Guards, this man has had his time..."

[Stevie 1598]

Thomas glances over to the arriving boar and mounted figure. Chuckling at first, he scans his dress and attitude, seeing that this man is no noble, but simply a commoner who somehow managed to tame a boar, birth a saddle onto it, and ride into the Ball unannounced and unopposed. Glancing across the room to Peter, he gives a quick nod and a flick of his head, placing the goblet down as he steps off to meet the boar-riding man.

Presenting himself to the boar-riding man, he asks a simple question, his commoner tongue and accent apparent as he speaks, "Well, wot do we 'ave 'ere? Seems we 'ave a jester to liven up our fun times. Perhaps this lad needs a Chivay greetin'..." he smirks, glancing over to his brother who is due to arrive.