Thread: I'll Be Good (OffToTheRaces x Quantum Tangle)

As the Teryns hand eased away, she kept her chin lifted regarding him still with thinly veiled curiosity, dark eyes gleaming with intrigue, observing that subtle smile as a glimpse underneath his polished exterior. His hand moved to her shoulder, and when that touch withdrew the face of authority resumed, hardening any softness with which he had regarded her. Surely everyone wore a mask in some respect not as blatant as the Orlesians of course, who accessorized the deceit of their intentions and emotions with ornate disguisesbut rather in the sense that the Teryn, while his dominant airs may indeed reach down to his core, would likely not permit something as perceptibly vulnerable as a smile to be seen by just anyone. Este smiled to herself, feeling very much the thief that fueled the stereotypes of her kind. Her inner musings were distracted however, at the sound of guttural protests and breath being denied her attention returned to the line of soldiers, in time to see one of them nearly lifted from the ground with the Teryns hand gripped tightly around his throat. Even the guards who stood close by were alarmed by the excessiveness of their Lords actions, not that the men were undeserving of any extent of punishment, nor would they ever question his decisions, but that it was seemingly in defense of an elf was unexpected. Only once before had a human defended her, for something far less severe and in a manner far less intense - yet still, she had been left stunned by the encounter. A broad shouldered woman had knocked into her while crossing one of the busy roads in the Capital. In her attempt to avoid the woman's path, Este had stepped in a small puddle and, much to the horror of the Lady, spattered the hem of her garish gown...barely. Though one would gather from the way she shrieked that the entire garment had been ruined. Red faced and ready to cause a scene, the woman had barely a chance to cluck when a stranger intercepted. The recent rainfall has been a blessing from the Maker, has it not? His deep voice and sudden presence had caught the Lady off guard, enough that he was able to place a dark hand on Este's side to gather her on her way, using himself as a shield to deflect the woman's wrath. The moving crowd had whisked her along before she could get a good look at the man, but as she glanced over her shoulder, he had nodded warmly in her direction. As the soldier was dropped to the ground, no one was more astounded by the situation at hand than Este. To their credit, my Lord, they are not entirely incorrect with their claims She spoke up again when addressed, not dwelling on particulars, believing that the intentions of her words could be easily sorted out without needing to detail the nature between her thighs, but if I am to be regarded in any way, I believe it should be by my namewhich is Este, Her introduction was clearly not directed towards the cowering soldiers, who had at this point withdrawn into themselves in utter anguish now that sobriety had truly set in. Rather, she moved her hands down to lightly grip the deep blue fabric of her skirt, curtsying formally as she offered her name to the Teryn.