02-04-2019, 02:10 AM
"I would be more open in sharing hidden sides of ourselves if your companion could at least have the courtesy of sharing his face," Cecily replied to Lita.
Perhaps it was worded a little strongly, though Cecily had not seen Goldhardt wearing anything other than the full suit of armor. Although her distrust in them has faded since their apparent willingness to help back then, there was something that bothered her still. Was it the way Lita spoke? Or the blank slate that is Goldhardt seemingly drilling through her composure with unseen eyes? Her contemplation was broken by Maria's remark. A chuckle slipped through her lips.
"You have it wrong. A seamstress of my own would prevent him from knowing if they changed," she corrected the Etruscan.
She could not deny Lord Faren's advances crossed far beyond the line of embarrassment, but it is so well known in various circles that there was no point in hiding it. It would not surprise her that Etruscan nobles like Maria and Shad may not have the same level of familiarity with the relationship between Cecily and Faren. Cecily rarely traveled to Etruria on political visits; the most time she spent in the country, prior to its annexation, was when Cecily took a break from public life to pursue personal study in the magical arts. That study was broken by Lycia's declaration of war.
Cecily rang a bell, summoning a servant who took her order for tea and scones. Enough to feed the company, of course.
"I especially liked how he figured you'd be ready for be a ball you found out about hours ago. Lord Faren is just too much. He seems so entitled that I wouldn't be surprised if the help wiped their ass with silk. He wouldn't have survived the last two weeks Maria went through. No wonder my family makes poor nobility. We're way too rough for this lifestyle," Shad said.
"Lord Faren may appear pompous and foolish, but he is powerful and influential. It would be wise to steady your tongue, Baron of Arretium," Cecily said, turning to scold him.
Calling him by his title is supposed to remind him that being of noble birth meant differing expectations than a commoner, but Cecily realized after saying so that Shad is probably too dense to make the connection. He may be the son of Tyber, but he acts like he has never been raised in a noble house. But it seemed that a rebuke would be drowned out by everyone's curiosity of the man in the suit.
Cecily took a seat at the head of the table, gesturing for the others to join her.
"How did uh... I mean, the two of you are certainly not of the same craft. What brought you together?" Satsume was saying.
"I echo Satsume's observation," Cecily added. "It is not the sort of pairing that one would commonly find in Lycia."
Perhaps it was worded a little strongly, though Cecily had not seen Goldhardt wearing anything other than the full suit of armor. Although her distrust in them has faded since their apparent willingness to help back then, there was something that bothered her still. Was it the way Lita spoke? Or the blank slate that is Goldhardt seemingly drilling through her composure with unseen eyes? Her contemplation was broken by Maria's remark. A chuckle slipped through her lips.
"You have it wrong. A seamstress of my own would prevent him from knowing if they changed," she corrected the Etruscan.
She could not deny Lord Faren's advances crossed far beyond the line of embarrassment, but it is so well known in various circles that there was no point in hiding it. It would not surprise her that Etruscan nobles like Maria and Shad may not have the same level of familiarity with the relationship between Cecily and Faren. Cecily rarely traveled to Etruria on political visits; the most time she spent in the country, prior to its annexation, was when Cecily took a break from public life to pursue personal study in the magical arts. That study was broken by Lycia's declaration of war.
Cecily rang a bell, summoning a servant who took her order for tea and scones. Enough to feed the company, of course.
"I especially liked how he figured you'd be ready for be a ball you found out about hours ago. Lord Faren is just too much. He seems so entitled that I wouldn't be surprised if the help wiped their ass with silk. He wouldn't have survived the last two weeks Maria went through. No wonder my family makes poor nobility. We're way too rough for this lifestyle," Shad said.
"Lord Faren may appear pompous and foolish, but he is powerful and influential. It would be wise to steady your tongue, Baron of Arretium," Cecily said, turning to scold him.
Calling him by his title is supposed to remind him that being of noble birth meant differing expectations than a commoner, but Cecily realized after saying so that Shad is probably too dense to make the connection. He may be the son of Tyber, but he acts like he has never been raised in a noble house. But it seemed that a rebuke would be drowned out by everyone's curiosity of the man in the suit.
Cecily took a seat at the head of the table, gesturing for the others to join her.
"How did uh... I mean, the two of you are certainly not of the same craft. What brought you together?" Satsume was saying.
"I echo Satsume's observation," Cecily added. "It is not the sort of pairing that one would commonly find in Lycia."
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Insurrection - Lady Cecilia "Cecily" of Laus, third in line to the Laus marquessate