by Atlantian Dominions » Mon Mar 30, 2020 8:46 am
by Kuronami » Mon Mar 30, 2020 10:56 am
by Brettenwald » Mon Mar 30, 2020 5:12 pm
by Voxija » Mon Mar 30, 2020 5:53 pm
by Folaisia » Mon Mar 30, 2020 6:04 pm
Brettenwald wrote:Note: Dialogue in Brettain is italicized.
"I'm surprised you wanted to come along, Joh. This doesn't strike me as your sort of scene."
"Oh, I'll take this fine establishment over some cheap flea-bitten garret over a pub any time, Commander. I had to get off that damned ship, so why not do it in style? Reminding Captain Heurich about our shore leave was a stroke of genius. You wouldn't know, but the men tell me you're the one officer they can stand."
"I'm flattered, really. Here for anything beyond social formalities? Any of the ladies catching your eye?"
Johann cast an eye around the room. Ye gods, the decor. Ribbons, flowers, excessive amounts of gold leaf. You didn't get anything like this back "home" in the Low District, that's for sure. "No, don't think so. Got my Natalia back home waiting for me."
"Smart man. Not worrying about you, but the other men are a cause for some concern. Months at sea, cooped up on a big ironclad, and then you get dumped out in a foreign port with little supervision. You'd know, of course. Remember Lisbon?"
"Not likely to forget, and neither are you. By the way, the lads down below say the starboard boiler's going to take at least three days to fix once they get the metal, which should be tomorrow."
"Good to know."
Their dark gray dress uniforms trimmed with gold contrasted sharply with the light, festive decor and colorful uniforms and dresses. They stood out in physical appearance as well: Daneel, tall, ghostly pale, and handsome, with athletic build, and Johann, suntanned, shorter and thinner, with mischievous green eyes and curly brown hair. Daneel was certainly more at ease in this environment, Johann thought enviously but without a trace of malice. Totally at ease, wearing the uniform like he was born in it. One of the many perks of being born rich and upper class. Meanwhile, he himself was a little itchy and acutely aware of his upper-crust surroundings.
"Hey. Daneel. She your type?"
"Mmm. Not bad at all. Maighread Scrymgeour- hell of a name to say with this accent. If you'll excuse me, I believe I have a dance waiting for me." He strode off towards the center of the room. "Miss Scrymgeour, a pleasure to meet you, and you look beautiful if I may say so. May I have this dance?"
Johann was halfway through his second glass of champagne by now, and made his way to a corner where a visibly irritated middle-aged man was complaining to an artistic-looking gentleman with a mustache. "Forgive me for being blunt, my friend, but you don't look like you want to be here."
by The Frozen Forest » Mon Mar 30, 2020 11:14 pm
by Folaisia » Tue Mar 31, 2020 2:10 am
by Kuronami » Tue Mar 31, 2020 8:55 am
The Frozen Forest wrote:Emilia's cheeks were a curious shade of light red. Alexius supposed that the uniform was what caught her eye. Alexius turned towards the man and offered a hand. "I'm Crown Prince Alexius of The Frozen Forest. This is my sister Princess Emilia. I recognize the design of your uniform, you're from Kuronami are you not?"
by Camelone » Tue Mar 31, 2020 9:15 am
by Atlantian Dominions » Tue Mar 31, 2020 11:21 am
Brettenwald wrote:Johann was halfway through his second glass of champagne by now, and made his way to a corner where a visibly irritated middle-aged man was complaining to an artistic-looking gentleman with a mustache. "Forgive me for being blunt, my friend, but you don't look like you want to be here."
Voxija wrote:Princess Nerea was introduced, and she heard the audience murmur about the "exotic island princess". Nerea smiled sweetly. She would probably get gossiped about, especially "she and her escort!" type gossip, but she didn't care. Princess Nerea enjoyed these sorts of social events, and she knew she would have fun.
Eneko Ydaverri felt stiff, and more nervous than the princess probably was. Although the Dukes of Xirroni were some of the more prominent nobles in Voxija, they, like most Voxijan nobles, had declined in power and money. Eneko Ydaverri had adopted the profession of a lawyer, and he didn't go to many parties. But there was something in the cotillion to distract the Duke. The beautiful debutantes, these lovely women from every corner of the globe.
Folaisia wrote:"That must be a general's uniform isn't it," greeted Gillebrìde, his Gaelic accent being somewhat audible, "I'm Gillebrìde Conall Scrymgeour, Major General of the 3rd Division, Second Corps, Army of Kinmore, and son of the late Chief Raghnall Scrymgeour. Might I say it's pleasure for me to see that I'm not the only one wearing a military uniform on this occasion."
by Voxija » Tue Mar 31, 2020 1:55 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:Mason Lockwood was fixated on the Voxijan princess. He imagined that “exotic” was a term she was used to hearing thrown around, but she was different than any of the women he had met in Missama. Mary Ashby saw her friend’s gaze lingering and giggled.
“Go, ask her to dance,” she insisted. Mason looked unsure, so Mary gave him a gentle but firm shove towards Nerea.
“Alright, alright,” Mason said, raising his hands in a brief gesture of mocking surrender. “But I won’t be taking any blame from Alice for leaving you alone.”
Mary laughed. “I can look after my own affairs. Go!”
Mason ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and smoothed out a crease in his jacket as he passed through the crowd to where Princess Nerea stood. He took a deep breath, let it out, and then stepped out. A last minute panic seized him: should he bow? She was a princess. But it wasn’t like he was at her court or anything. And maybe she didn’t want to be treated with that royal deference here. His mind raced through half a dozen terrible scenarios in the few moments that it took his legs to carry his body across the distance to the two Voxijans.
“Princess Nerea,” he said in greeting. He decided that any kind of full bow was unnecessary, but he did bow his head for a moment in what he hoped was a gesture of restrained deference that acknowledged her royal rank without overdoing it.
“You look lovely,” Mason continued. “May I have this dance?”
by Folaisia » Tue Mar 31, 2020 6:18 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:“Yes it is, General Scrymgeour,” General Tilney replied. “And it is a pleasure to meet you.” The Atlantian General extended a hand, and then indicated the woman standing next to him wearing a ballgown made of sunflower yellow-colored fabric. “This is my wife Eleneaor.”
“Pleased to meet you,” the woman said with a nod of the head.
“I would introduce my brother Frederick, but he’s run off to try his luck with the ladies,” Tilney continued with a laugh. “You know, I was in your country not too long ago. I was just a colonel then, of course. Sent off to observe your army in the war against Belesta. That was bloody, bloody business.”
“I met your father you know,” Tilney said. “Briefly, before Faldarleith. My condolences.” The general seemed uncomfortable, groping for words to supplement the rather banal expression of sympathies. “I understand his rearguard saved the whole army.”
by The Frozen Forest » Tue Mar 31, 2020 10:03 pm
by Kuronami » Wed Apr 01, 2020 11:13 am
The Frozen Forest wrote:Emilia couldn't help but notice that the newly introduced cavalryman just so happened to be familiar with proper customs and courtesies when dealing with royalty. It was a start wasn't it? It seemed like a lot of foreigners that she'd met didn't quite know how to handle someone like her. They would blubber and stutter or they were graceless and direct. That didn't seem to be the case with this Andrew Braxton. Now that she was so close to him though Emilia noticed his age a bit more significantly. He had to be at least a decade her senior. It didn't bother her-on the contrary she found herself even more interested.
Emilia curtsied as Andrew conceded that she looked lovely. "Thank you for your kind compliment Sir Braxton." Emilia looked towards Andrew's sister and noticed that her attention seemed to be wholly focused on Alexius. Interesting. Is she interested in my brother or was she just honored to be in the presence of royalty? Emilia tightened her posture and turned back to Andrew. "Sir Braxton, I've never danced with a soldier before. Would you do me the honor?"
Crown Prince Alexius met and held the gaze of the young Sasha Braxton. She had long silvery hair reminiscent of a Frozen Forestrian and attractive red eyes that burned into him. He couldn't help but think that she looked almost doll-like. In fact her and her escort didn't share much of a resemblance at all despite being siblings. While the elder Braxton was muscular and tall, Miss Braxton was petite, fragile-looking and shorter.
Alexei looked out at the ballroom floor and then back at his sister and Andrew Braxton. "It would be best to dance now if you intend to. Right now the floor isn't crowded but i expect that it won't last once the other debutantes and escorts start to pair off."
by Brettenwald » Wed Apr 01, 2020 6:47 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:“Well Freddy, see any that you fancy?”
General Henry Tilney and his half-brother Frederick stood watching the procession of debutantes, along with the general’s wife. The younger man felt his face flush at his older sibling’s words. It was embarrassing to have his brother, a General in the Army, doting on him like a pushy mother. He had joined the Navy to get out from under this shadow, damn it! Yet he couldn’t feel that much anger towards Henry. He had paid for Fred’s ticket into the Gala, and it was admittedly handy to have someone more well-versed in polite society around to help him avoid the pitfalls. The last thing he wanted to do was look like a classless fool.
“Maybe one or two,” he answered. In fact, he saw one of the young ladies who had caught his eye, Mary Ashby, standing among the debutantes who had not yet been asked to dance. He began walking towards her, disappearing into the crowd with a brief goodbye to the smiling General. The band began playing the music for the first dance, a waltz, and pairs of men and women began moving to the cleared part of the ballroom floor to move about in synchronized motions. It was not expected that everyone spend the whole evening dancing - there would be pauses between dances to allow the guests to converse and rest.
Alice Ashby and her escort, the Regular Army Lieutenant Frederick Lawrence, went out for the first dance. The lieutenant’s dancing skills were rusty, and he apologized profusely for each misstep, but Alice Ashby had been preparing for society life since she had been old enough to know what that meant and assuaged the young man’s nervousness with assurances and some guidance. The lieutenant was a military hero, after all; she could accept a little inelegance on the dance floor. The Yukonians, who were a fairly expected component of the Cotillion every year, also began dancing. Elizabeth Wickham and her escort, the young heir to Causton, both displayed the ease that came from years of schooling. Nearby, Minerva Cloves had found a partner in Robert Locke, the son of the Baron of Gimmerton.
BrettenwaldBrettenwald wrote:Johann was halfway through his second glass of champagne by now, and made his way to a corner where a visibly irritated middle-aged man was complaining to an artistic-looking gentleman with a mustache. "Forgive me for being blunt, my friend, but you don't look like you want to be here."
Randolph Eubank barely stifled an audible sigh of relief as someone came over to distract Bertram Scudder. The magazine writer looked the newcomer up and down, almost like a butcher examining a carcass hanging from a meathook.
“It is not that I don’t want to be here,” Scudder replied finally. “It is that there are far too many people who are here who, frankly, should not be. This is supposed to be the beginning of the Atlantian social season, and those airheads on the Social Committee have, against my advice,” he wagged a finger for emphasis, “chosen to open it up to all sorts of foreigners.”
“Such as the gentleman you are talking to, Bertram,” Eubank said, trying to remind the other man.
“Exactly!” Scudder seemed to have gotten the entirely wrong point. “Now, young man, I don’t mean to be rude. But, judging from the look of your uniform, you’re probably off one of those foreign warships that are always stopping by for port visits and causing such a fuss on the dockside bars. After this, you’ll be back onboard and gone away. All these foreign types are just here to show off. How is a young woman supposed to find a man to court for the season if half the men here are off the menu, so to speak, after tonight?”
Scudder threw his hands up in evident frustration. Eubank stepped in.
“You’ll have to forgive Mr. Scudder,” the author said. “He’s paid by the magazines to have strong opinions. I’m Randolph Eubank, and you are…?”
VoxijaVoxija wrote:Princess Nerea was introduced, and she heard the audience murmur about the "exotic island princess". Nerea smiled sweetly. She would probably get gossiped about, especially "she and her escort!" type gossip, but she didn't care. Princess Nerea enjoyed these sorts of social events, and she knew she would have fun.
Eneko Ydaverri felt stiff, and more nervous than the princess probably was. Although the Dukes of Xirroni were some of the more prominent nobles in Voxija, they, like most Voxijan nobles, had declined in power and money. Eneko Ydaverri had adopted the profession of a lawyer, and he didn't go to many parties. But there was something in the cotillion to distract the Duke. The beautiful debutantes, these lovely women from every corner of the globe.
Mason Lockwood was fixated on the Voxijan princess. He imagined that “exotic” was a term she was used to hearing thrown around, but she was different than any of the women he had met in Missama. Mary Ashby saw her friend’s gaze lingering and giggled.
“Go, ask her to dance,” she insisted. Mason looked unsure, so Mary gave him a gentle but firm shove towards Nerea.
“Alright, alright,” Mason said, raising his hands in a brief gesture of mocking surrender. “But I won’t be taking any blame from Alice for leaving you alone.”
Mary laughed. “I can look after my own affairs. Go!”
Mason ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and smoothed out a crease in his jacket as he passed through the crowd to where Princess Nerea stood. He took a deep breath, let it out, and then stepped out. A last minute panic seized him: should he bow? She was a princess. But it wasn’t like he was at her court or anything. And maybe she didn’t want to be treated with that royal deference here. His mind raced through half a dozen terrible scenarios in the few moments that it took his legs to carry his body across the distance to the two Voxijans.
“Princess Nerea,” he said in greeting. He decided that any kind of full bow was unnecessary, but he did bow his head for a moment in what he hoped was a gesture of restrained deference that acknowledged her royal rank without overdoing it.
“You look lovely,” Mason continued. “May I have this dance?”
FolaisiaFolaisia wrote:"That must be a general's uniform isn't it," greeted Gillebrìde, his Gaelic accent being somewhat audible, "I'm Gillebrìde Conall Scrymgeour, Major General of the 3rd Division, Second Corps, Army of Kinmore, and son of the late Chief Raghnall Scrymgeour. Might I say it's pleasure for me to see that I'm not the only one wearing a military uniform on this occasion."
“Yes it is, General Scrymgeour,” General Tilney replied. “And it is a pleasure to meet you.” The Atlantian General extended a hand, and then indicated the woman standing next to him wearing a ballgown made of sunflower yellow-colored fabric. “This is my wife Eleneaor.”
“Pleased to meet you,” the woman said with a nod of the head.
“I would introduce my brother Frederick, but he’s run off to try his luck with the ladies,” Tilney continued with a laugh. “You know, I was in your country not too long ago. I was just a colonel then, of course. Sent off to observe your army in the war against Belesta. That was bloody, bloody business.”
“I met your father you know,” Tilney said. “Briefly, before Faldarleith. My condolences.” The general seemed uncomfortable, groping for words to supplement the rather banal expression of sympathies. “I understand his rearguard saved the whole army.”
by The Frozen Forest » Wed Apr 01, 2020 10:30 pm
by Atlantian Dominions » Thu Apr 02, 2020 10:25 am
Voxija wrote:Princess Nerea smiled. Back home, people would have given her a full bow or curtsey, but she decided that Mason had introduced himself properly.
"I would be delighted," said the princess. She took Mason in hand, and they danced. Princess Nerea was graceful as always, but Mason might have been too distracted to focus on the dancing! Princess Nerea didn't feel a spark... yet, but Mason Lockwood at least seemed nice.
After some dancing, Princess Nerea said, "So, tell me about yourself. What do you do?"
Folaisia wrote:Gillebrìde gazed off into space for little while, before finishing with a sigh. Hearing Tilney's condolences, he thanks him before the General mentioned the defensive stand of his father's Second Corps.
"Indeed, the Second Corps prevented the Army's retreat from becoming a disastrous one," he recounts, "When the rest of the Army was retreating in a state of close disarray, my father managed to gather his Corps and elements of the other Corps, namely the Third and Fourth, to form a defensive perimeter around the city and secure the escape route of Fhaolagain Road. I myself was at the southern end, commanding three regiments against the onslaught of General Pugin's XV Corps. It was hell that evening. We kept a strong defense, but the Belestans threw in everything they got, even to the point of savage close combat. Eventually, we couldn't hold out for much longer, and made our retreat. That's about that," he then nods his head for a short while.
"Anyways, I take it my father was a good man? Didn't give you much trouble, at all?"
When Tilney was done conversing his experiences, Gillebrìde had another question in mind.
"Since I know you're a General, have you military experience?"
Brettenwald wrote:"Well, sir, I beg to differ. What better way to show off Atlantian wealth and influence? As well as the enlightening presence of luminaries such as yourself, of course. I'm just along for the ride with Lieutenant Commander Tamlin, so don't worry. I won't be leaving disappointed girls behind or getting my name, rank and serial number on an enraged father's bullet. He has something of a reputation 'board the Minerva as a ladies' man, but I don't think Miss Scrymgeour need worry. He's a complete gentleman. (Narrator: Miss Scrymgeour should probably worry.) He turned to the author and shook his hand warmly. "Lieutenant Johann Rao, Brettain Imperial Navy. I'm honored to meet you, Mr Eubank. I've read most of your work."
Camelone wrote:Catriona was wearing a dress which was all the rage back in Camelone and she was internally praying that it to would find support among these Atlantians.
With these thoughts raging through her mind she took her steps onto the stage tentatively, she did not like the fact that so many strangers and people in general were staring at her. Thankfully it seemed like a few were looking at her simply dressed father who wore grey military trousers with perfectly shined riding boots, a greyish blue double breasted military jacket and a blood red belt. The only thing distinguishing him as a military governor was the gold sash that went across his chest. His presence gave Catriona the confidence enough to do the curtsy and calmly walk off the stage to join the crowd, instead of sprinting off which she wanted to do.
"You did excellent little one." Ceallach told her off the stage with what counted as a smile across his face causing Catriona to give a giant smile of her own and jump up and down in excitement before she recomposed herself. This caused a small chuckle and an actual smile to form on her fathers face making it even better.
by Kuronami » Thu Apr 02, 2020 10:42 am
The Frozen Forest wrote:This is so much fun! Emilia allowed herself to be led in the dance with Andrew Braxton. He seemed skilled, a natural dancer and if she had to guess she would have thought that he'd been doing that sort of thing his whole life. How many girls had he asked to dance before? Did it even matter? Emilia looked up at the cavalryman and wondered if he had come merely to escort his sister or if he was here seeking a debutante. Surely there was no shortage of women interested in him being that he was serving in his countries military. She was a Princess but even she was susceptible to the allure of a uniform. "I don't imagine you-"
A sharp pain shot through Emilia's foot. Her face twisted into a cringe but she managed to hold back any audible sign of distress. She glanced down to confirm that Andrew had indeed accidentally stepped on her foot. Perhaps she had overestimated his ability. She offered a small smile and gestured away from the others around them "Maybe that's enough dancing for now? Wait. Alexius?" Emilia stepped to the side to see that her brother and Sasha Braxton were dancing together. Her brother didn't seem to notice her or anyone apart from Sasha. Emilia couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into him. Her brother hated dancing. "You brought your sister to the Cotillion to introduce her to potential suitors?" Alexius watched his sister get pulled off to dance with Andrew Braxton. He had to admit that at first he was impressed with how coordinated the aristocrat was on his feet. It was rare to see a soldier who also knew how to dance-typically those who could were among the nobility. It seemed that whatever rustiness Andrew had it washed off as the music began to pick up. Alexius noticed that a few eyes had even turned to watch them. He almost laughed when he noticed that most of them were young men-probably unmarried escorts from foreign nations. None of them had a chance with Emilia though, especially if she was focused on Andrew.
Alexius looked over at Sasha and ended up meeting her gaze. "It would be my honor to dance with you my lady." Alexius gently took Sasha's hand and guided her onto the ballroom floor. He pulled her close and swayed her with the rhythm of the music. She was apt enough that their dance moved along smoothly. An idea came to mind and he capered along with her towards the center of the floor. His motions became more playful and he swung around with her care-freely. He hadn't gone out with the intention of stealing the attention of the other dancers but he wanted to make a good impression.
He pulled gently on the small of Sasha's back and brought her close to him. The people in the background melted away and they were rocked gently as the music began to slow.
by Oulympos » Thu Apr 02, 2020 1:03 pm
by Voxija » Thu Apr 02, 2020 2:11 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:VoxijaVoxija wrote:Princess Nerea smiled. Back home, people would have given her a full bow or curtsey, but she decided that Mason had introduced himself properly.
"I would be delighted," said the princess. She took Mason in hand, and they danced. Princess Nerea was graceful as always, but Mason might have been too distracted to focus on the dancing! Princess Nerea didn't feel a spark... yet, but Mason Lockwood at least seemed nice.
After some dancing, Princess Nerea said, "So, tell me about yourself. What do you do?"
Mason Lockwood might not have had the years of training in dance and etiquette that some of the Yukonian nobles could boast, but this wasn’t his first dance either. He was admittedly somewhat distracted; he could all but hear Mary’s voice in his mind, playfully calling him smitten, but it wasn’t that, at least not yet. Nerea was different, well outside the sort of people he’d met accompanying his parents to the gatherings of the rich and powerful in the Dominion of Missama. Still, fascinated or smitten, he could at least avoid trodding on the princess’ feet while they moved around the ballroom floor.
“I’m...my family is in the shipping business,” he said, with a brief pause and a restart before he said I’m William Lockwood’s son as a complete answer to her question. “My father sponsors International Trader ships. He helps a captain buy and maintain a ship and fill it with cargo, and then he gets a portion of the profits from each voyage. I help where I can, with going over the ledgers and such. It can be boring work, but everyone keeps telling me I’ll be taking over one day so I better learn how to run things. I’ll admit sometimes I get jealous of the Traders,” Mason said. “They get to visit so many places.”
“What about you?” Mason asked Nerea. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Voxija on any ledger. What is it like there?”
by Folaisia » Thu Apr 02, 2020 6:40 pm
Brettenwald wrote:Meanwhile, Daneel and Maighread continued to dance. I really shouldn't have talked to Joh about her like that. She's attractive, kind. He was beginning to like Maighread, and the night was young. Who knew what the evening held? "So, Maighread. Tell me about Folaisia. What is it like? I'm afraid I have only seen the coastline from a distance, I have never traveled there. Are all the ladies as attractive and charming as you?" Internally, he hoped to the gods he was pronouncing his English correctly. Aristocratic Brettain accents tended to have more of the cut-crystal harshness that the language was said to have, and linguistic minutiae often got lost in translation (pun intended).
Atlantian Dominions wrote:“He was a fine man,” General Tilney answered. “Of course I only met him very briefly, but he struck me as a fine soldier and leader. Yes, definitely a good man.” Tilney looked over to where Maighread was dancing. She must have been only a child when her father died…
“Thankfully, we’ve been blessed with peace here in the Confederation for many years,” he continued. “My last real taste of battle was that business with the Hondies a few years back.” In 1867 the Confederation had launched a “punitive expedition” into Honduragua, its southern neighbor, in retaliation for cross-border bandit attacks and Honduragua’s sheltering of Kialagee raiders fleeing the Cavalry in Abrasoka.
“My division was at Manzanita,” he said proudly. “General Rayling gave us the toughest assignment, storming the old fort that overlooked the city. It was a nasty fight, came down to bayonet, but we got over the walls and took the high ground. That was the key to the whole battle.”
“Since then it’s been nothing but the usual,” Tilney concluded. “They put me in command of Fort Mercer, and I spent my days sending Cavalry chasing after indijans until I was transferred back east.”
“It was terrible,” Eleanor chimed in with a laugh. “It was hot, and dusty, and there was hardly a town to speak of. The other wives and I went mad trying to stay civilized.”
by The Frozen Forest » Thu Apr 02, 2020 7:48 pm
by Camelone » Fri Apr 03, 2020 8:48 pm
Atlantian Dominions wrote:CameloneCamelone wrote:Catriona was wearing a dress which was all the rage back in Camelone and she was internally praying that it to would find support among these Atlantians.
With these thoughts raging through her mind she took her steps onto the stage tentatively, she did not like the fact that so many strangers and people in general were staring at her. Thankfully it seemed like a few were looking at her simply dressed father who wore grey military trousers with perfectly shined riding boots, a greyish blue double breasted military jacket and a blood red belt. The only thing distinguishing him as a military governor was the gold sash that went across his chest. His presence gave Catriona the confidence enough to do the curtsy and calmly walk off the stage to join the crowd, instead of sprinting off which she wanted to do.
"You did excellent little one." Ceallach told her off the stage with what counted as a smile across his face causing Catriona to give a giant smile of her own and jump up and down in excitement before she recomposed herself. This caused a small chuckle and an actual smile to form on her fathers face making it even better.
Catriona and Ceallach were soon approached by a pair of men, both a few years older than Ceallach and accompanied by a young woman in a white debutante dress which was evidently made of fine materials but rather plain in terms of decorations. The young woman seemed less eager than the two men to approach the Cameloneans.
“Governor Ui-Aogan,” the man on the left said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Senator Philip Shay.”
“Senator Charles Dade,” the other man said by way of introduction.
“And of course my daughter Chelsea,” Philip Shay said. Chelsea smiled and said hello as well. “I wanted to come over and meet you. We see ships from Camelone in Grand Harbor all the time and it’s nice to put a face to the flag.” Senator Dade nodded in affirmation; he represented the Dominion of Missama, which supplied large amounts of cotton and indigo to the High Kingdom.
by Kuronami » Sat Apr 04, 2020 12:01 pm
The Frozen Forest wrote:Emilia listened to Andrew as he began to jabber about Kuronamian laws relating to conscription. It wasn't something that wholly interested her (certainly her brother would love to discuss those sorts of things) but she feigned interest to be polite. The bit that she found interesting was the confirmation that Sasha was likely seeking a partner at the Cotillion. As a Princess it was her job to look out for her brothers well-being and the good of her family in the long term. A tedious task, but less tedious than if she allowed Alexius to bring someone home that wasn't up to the task of being a literal Queen. Thus Emilia turned to Andrew with a look of business and appraisal. Were these Aristocrats worthy of such a long and hollowed bloodline?
"Marrying into my family would bring your household more wealth than contracts with the next ten wealthiest families in this room put together." Emilia said bluntly. She looked at Alexius and Sasha as they'd settled into a more relaxed dance. "My brother seems to be getting along with your sister. As far as i can tell he hasn't even looked at another girl on the dance floor. That scares me a little bit."
Emilia was almost certainly reading more into the situation than she should. Playing matchmaker for her brother without his permission. Somehow she doubted he would go against her, whatever she did. "If you don't mind me asking after her, What is Sasha like? Is she healthy? How does she treat inferiors?" Emilia probed.
Alexius swayed along with Sasha and couldn't help but think that it was a nice feeling. There was a silence between the dance partners but he thought that was alright. Sasha didn't seem to be trying to impress him and he guessed she was enjoying herself. For at least a moment there wasn't talk about succession or suitors or what he thought of his father's decision to outlaw whatever he decided to outlaw that day. The responsibilities of a Prince could be a burden.
by Atlantian Dominions » Sat Apr 04, 2020 1:12 pm
Oulympos wrote:Drawing back her hair and opening her fan, Cytherea walked over and politely interrupted the two. Realizing that it was wealthy magnate Orren Boyle, Cytherea curtsied for both and smiled kindly. She spoke in fluent, albeit greek accented, language to both men. Her words were smooth but bold.
"I completely agree, Mr. Boyle. That sort of move is truly tyrannical. Should not men be the arbiters of their own fortunes? Should business not be shackled by the tyranny of the state? First it will be your industry and then like my Greek forebears, your children will become janissaries to foreign tyrants. It is not just not right. And you are Mister d'Anconia, no? I should hope you'd not suffer too much at the hands of your government. I apologize for not introducing myself in full, gentlemen. I am no great baron nor lady of title, so I'm merely Cytherea Anadyomene, born of Cyprus and resident in London. It is wonderful to meet you both."
Voxija wrote:"Voxija is a beautiful country", said Nerea, who felt like she had to be the representative of Voxija and uphold her country's reputation. "An island in the middle of the sea. On the coast, you can gaze for miles and all you can see will be clear blue waters. There are forests and plains and rivers and lakes and cities and the most beautiful palm trees—we call them "pali". You should visit someday, but my country is really very remote. I love traveling, but it takes so much time to sail from Voxija to anywhere important." Nerea remembered how long it took to come to the Atlantian Dominions. Thankfully she never got seasick.
Folaisia wrote:"I imagine so," Gillebrìde chuckled, "I reckon I've had friends who fought in the Trans-Messouritagh Theater in the last war. They described the same climate as you've pointed out. Speaking of which, how is it that you were able to travel with your husband while he's on duty? Same would go for the wives in general."
Camelone wrote:"Ah, Senator's a pleasure to meet you both." Ceallach returned the greeting to the two men and before he turned to introduce his daughter, he would address their point after this formality of course. "This is my daughter Catriona." To which Catriona gave a meek smile and quietly greeted them before attempting to nonchalantly move behind her father which he easily prevented by adjusting his body to talk to the two senators. He loved his daughter greatly but he was not about to let her hide on the day she should be socializing, sometimes she just needed that extra push to talk with the teasa.
"Yes we certainly have a great many of our ships that stop here, both for trade and refuel as you are most definitely aware of. I pray that my countrymen have proved to be honorable guests when here. Beyond that though I must tell you this is a place of great relief for me compared to the colony, a wonderful place mind you with good people but still to damn muggy or hot." Ceallach spoke, his voice was collected and face was composed and professional as ever.
As for Catriona though she broke off from her father and decided maybe she attempt to talk to this woman, Chelsea. Gingerly stepping over to her to be within polite distance to talk she did her best to speak with her "Um... it's, uh... it's a pleasure to meet you. How, uh, how has the Ball treated you so far?" Even among her own people she was bashful but her it was more pronounced, she knew social mores and norms were different and she was nervous about insulting anyone.
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