Another day, another noble family to visit. Well, not nobles. People pretending to be nobles, or so the rumor went. Trying to fit in with hers’ and the others. It was nothing spectacular, just rather boring. It was her father’s idea, for her to tag along. Honestly, the other families weren’t awful or anything. They just weren’t interesting. And above all else, they didn’t notice her or her stories. How they could get away with not noticing her, the glorious Cecelia, was almost too pathetic a question to ask. Still, her family had arrived a few hours ago. The worst part, she had decided, was that there was absolutely nothing to do here. The piano was locked up, so Cecelia couldn’t show off. Show off wasn’t the right word, dazzle was closer. And whenever she mentioned the opera, the cultured events she thought every other noble family adored, she was met with a blank stare. Well, this wouldn’t do. Not at all.
So, outside seemed to be a better option. There were flowers, lots of flowers, and most likely a hedge maze. And oddly enough, that…woman’s…son? Was it son? Some child..was he a child? Anyway, the…boy…who had been tagging along with the woman since the pair had arrived. Whenever that was. She didn't much notice the other families. After all, they didn’t much care for Cecelia. And that was a sin against…well, something. Still, might as well pretend to show interest. Once that would be accomplished, well, then it’d be easy to talk about her day. And the opera. And all the things she thought made her a complete and cultured individual.
So, she walked, or sauntered, behind him, for as long as her heels would allow, and calmly tapped him on the shoulder. “I’m afraid I didn’t get your name, but maybe I could show you around?" she said, everything sounding as if it were a question. She placed her hands together, held together near where her lap should be. The charm was oozing, probably not working. “Or you can walk alone? I don’t mind. The…other adults in there aren’t showing much interest in me, and it would be quite nice to have some company, if you would allow?� she continued to say, a small hint of faux-shyness stealing its way into the dialogue.
“I’m Cecelia… Cecelia Demilne, if you didn’t know that much yet,� she added, looking at the cobbles beneath her, leading further into the gardens. There, now she looked inconspicuous. Now she’d be able to talk to someone. About herself. Her favorite subject.
(OOC: behold! My first post! ^_^)
