Teressien wrote:Enya Findehoof.
I had to smile at his comment, Alrich making a dismissive hand gesture - it was no problem. We were actually both surprised by how many people indeed spoke our tongue in their own variations, so it was no problem.
We returned the bow, then he went and we met the next new entrants, namely Adele Falk with Lieutenant Commander Karim Maghamir, Royal Kyrenaian Coast Guard, who were both air racers, who would participate in the air race tomorrow. The flying officer of the RKCG looked quite dashing, if I may say so, while Falk with her eyepatch looked daring and dashing.
And we went from there...
Bertram Onekel.
If I may introduce myself? Bertram Onekel, actor, teacher, father and grandfather and generally considered an old sod of by now 72 years.
Which was maybe the reason why I was the date of one of the most beautiful women tonight... maybe it was my natural charm and skills as a dancer, but those were stories for other days. In any case, I accompanied Aaltje Schreyg, a young actress, companion of mine in two movies already and generally a beautiful woman.
She was blonde, blue eyes shining at the world. She was dressed in a beautiful, aqua evening dress, her hair done up and exposing her neck, a deep-red tassel above her face's right side gave it a highlight. Bangs fell down to cover a bit of her forehead. She was beautiful and I will freely admit, that the old lecher in me took a moment to come to terms, that the little girl from Bahnhofsmädchen was more then a little girl, but a woman.
I know, that she saw it and her small smile had told me more then I would have dared to ask.
So, now we were standing in the Grand Ball Room of Schloss Zyng and enjoying the company before the big night began. We had lemonades, the alcohol was reserved for later tonight, and when the man approached, I knew, that I had seen him somewhere...
"Hullo there, Miss Schreyg," he greeted my date, smiling a smile, which did not help the problem of being familiar with him from somewhere.
Aaltje smiled. "Good evening, Mister Buchan.", she greeted the man and something clicked. Aaltje motioned to me, I bowed my head lightly. "My date for tonight, Bertram Onekel, an actor like the two of us."
I smiled and extended my hand. "It is a pleasure, Mister Buchan. Crowface was one of yours, right?", I asked.
Ruairi bowed, then shook the old actor's hand, with his grin growing wider.
"Yes," he answered, "and pretty much, my most popular one. And I've seen you before in that drama film with Miss Schreyg, here," he waves his hand," What was it again?"