Thread: Noblesse Obligé [Ghostwolf and Thaedael]

Clara was a witty woman that had kept Victoria entertained in between the quick encounters they had with nobles along the path. It didn't take long for Victoria to notice how important the girl at her arm truly was, since the beginning heads turned in her direction, and thus Victoria decided that she must have been equally, if not more, important than the woman she had arrived with. She laughed at the referencing of Tallarn, responding in kind with a slight chuckle that was cute to hear. It is the same with many things in life. When your soldiers don't need extraction, there are a hundred armored personal carriers on the downlow waiting. But the minute you need one... she laughed. With much laughter, and sideways glances at one another, they finally came upon the girl in a pink dress, complete with silver serving tray. The young girl in pink was much more womanly than Victoria was as well, but her body language was one that she could understand. The young girl having been just as stiff in the presence of these intimidating people in a dress that barely covered her up, as Victoria was stiff in an outfit that made her feel like she stuck out too much. With her free hand, she grabbed a tall glass tumbler full of Amasec, a few rocks of ice floating gently in the amber liquid, from the slight swirl that the action of picking up the glass gave the contents. I say Lady Clara, we should put in a commendation for a medal for this fine lady who saved us from the wastelands of Tallarn. Letting go from Clara's arm for a bit, she moved closer to the girl, before kneeling down to her, a soft gloved hand touching upon the younger girl's shoulder. Thank you very much she said with a smile, probably the only person to have done it today. Once more she was arm-in-arm again with Clara, the noble happily sipping away at her drink, content and giving a nod of approval to it. Now we have our drinks, shall we try to slip away for a while? Its getting somewhat crowded in here for me, and a little too warm. I think its this dress. I don't know how you nobles are able to do it, putting so much of your body on display. Even that girl showed more skin than me at that age she said with respect. If you wish to retire from the ballroom, I may very well join you, for your benefit as well as my own. She too grew tired of how many people were around, and the constant bombardment of questions. At least by having paired up with the noble, they had cut the amount of questions the two of them would have received if they had traveled along, especially with no men on their arms to deflect those that believed they had a chance. He nodded his head in respect to how she had responded to his apology, both with dignity to accept, and compassion to deflect it. She was as every bit sincere in how she held herself, both in body language and movement, as she was while talking. She had looked at his exposed chest, he could see her beautiful eyes tracing the lines across his chest, but she did not look away as most should have done. There was more to this woman than met the eye, and he intended to learn more of her. Especially if he was to spend the next few days in her presence. He had kissed her hand once more, as etiquette had demanded of him, to which she responded in kind with a curtsy, the two of them going through the archaic gestures that had governed the lives of the nobles since their birth, for what was several generations. The way all the dresses had been cut and sewn, left little to cover their modesty, their cleavage having been pushed together and deepened by the tight bodices they wore, and it was against his will that his eyes traced the valley of her flesh as she performed her curtsy. The pleasure is all mine Sir. I have the position and the opportunity to form my own thoughts and opinions, while I possess the power and the means to do so, it is only right that I share them. Too many of those within that ballroom follow each other blindly and lack the ability to make up their own mind. Now that she had resumed her standing position, he broke away his eyes from the abundant display of her cleavage, giving her his utmost attention, his eyes locked unto hers. She had spoken truth, but a dangerous truth. One that went against the grain of all that the nobles did and thought, one that went against social norms. To have been able to say what she thought without having been disregarded by others, such as Clara he recalled, meant she was in a position of extreme power and thus was able to do so. The fact that she had confessed to it, meant there was a handful of positions available to which he could narrow it down. It was fascinating to see someone of progressive nature amid the the age-old traditions that laid unchanged at the core of the ruling elite. She had gently walked past him, causing him to spin as she gracefully went to where he had stood but moments before, she was as natural as if she owned the balcony, as familiar as if she had watched the city below with all her life. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke, and now the way she moved. It was clear to him who she was now. How she had aged beautifully since his time of being a child, for the last time he had saw her, she was but a child. She was the governor's daughter, the girl that they would all watch on the pict-casters throughout the hive on holidays, special events, and even their graduation. She had held her arms crossed under her bust, leaning against the railing, golden hair blowing away from her face as she looked upon the ocean, a look of what he assumed to be sorrow and quiet reflection. One that almost matched his mood, as did the weather for that matter. Hm. A storm is brewing, Elizabeth had spoken to him, I fear the celebrations over the next few days shall be marred by bad weather. It will be a shame if your homecoming is greeted by rain. She was very close to him, and he drew closer, feeding his foot back into the slat as it had been before, leaning over the railing of the balcony once more, the pair of them looking out towards the ocean once more. Do you know what you will be doing after the celebrations? Have you been tasked with anything? She asked cautiously. His hair whipped back and forth at the coming breeze, his mind in deep thought as to how to answer her. I know all I ever talk about are my times as a soldier, or how I relate everything to experiences in the field. However, Beth, trust me when I say this, to no better weather could I have returned. I have always loved rain since I was a kid, it's cooling touch, it's soft embrace. he stopped speaking for a minute, enjoying the cool winds upon his face that the building storm continued to bring towards the palace of the governor. The sky begun to darken, the sunset now going below the dark ridge of the clouds, the storm having built fast on the horizon, which was a common occurrence on their home world. It's something I came to miss on planets where rain does not occur. It was something I came to love love even more, on planets where it washed away the traces of war. After rain, the smells of a battlefield were washed away, or lessened if it was a horrible battle. It was like the planets themselves wept for the sadness that had befallen them, blessing the land once more to a new life. I choose to believe, that Vorlancia herself is welcoming us home, by weeping for her lost children, and blessing our new life that will start, cleansing away all that bad that has happened to us, or at least dampening it. He turned to face her. Her golden hair continued to fly about, some of the strands getting caught in her face. He lifted his hand good hand gently, pulling some of the strands gently off her face, brushing against her fragrant and smooth skin. Content it was out of her face again, he leaned his back against the railing his body facing towards the way they had came, but his face focusing on hers. As for what I will do. I honestly don't know. I had planned on being dead a long time ago. I never thought about what to do after, because after never happens. They will probably ask me to teach, having given me a fine share of postings to choose from. I would like to stay on Omon if the opportunity presents itself, but we will see.