This is pointless, Amaya said to herself, watching the carriages pull to the columns of Guardsmen. She couldn't help but shake her head at the grandeur of it all, this person was little more than a man. Albeit, a man with an impressive title. It wasn't too often that a High Lord or Lady would visit the Zamt'ris Estate, in fact, Amaya couldn't recall it happening before. Maybe with was quite the event. Though it still lacked a cause, this was the last Manor that High Lord Orlov would visit on this tour, which if rumors held true, he would pick his bride. She knew of the houses that came before theirs, she suspected that he'd likely already found a bride and was merely going through the rest of the tour as a formality.
Not that it mattered to her. Call her strange, but she enjoyed her life, it was familiar and enjoyable. She wanted for nothing as it was, and while she were content why would she strive for more? No, avarice was unbecoming of her, but it didn't stop her from laughing at her sisters as they tried to make themselves seem so much more. Bellamy, her immediate older sister, had rigged an altered Cosette under her dress to make her bust look bigger. Altira, the youngest, wore some ungodly high heels as to accent her hips and chest. Her feet would be out for blood later. Juniper, the second youngest, had chosen to shine. Like literally shine, She wore such reflective jewelery that the sun glinted off her.
Amaya had gone for something more modest. Correction, as modest as she could get away with. Her normally worn mage robes had been replaced with a deep purple two piece robe with long flowing sleeves. It looked very reminiscent of the robes that you would see in the rare paintings of Fae Royalty, though her mother had made it painfully clear that it came from the far east, courtesy of the Sinclair Trading Company, whom Lord Zamt'ris was recently allowed access to a trade route though their acquired land. She also wore a necklace of brilliant amethyst and white gold. Still present around her neck were her necklace of Mediums, three animal claws on a length of string. Her hair had was an overcomplicated cascade of braids running down her back. It had taken hours to do, and was damn near impossible to do without a team of women braiding hair. She could have spent that time studying summoning, or trying to draw out a familiar to form a contract with, but no, this had been so much more important.
When Lord Zamt'ris spoke, his voice demanded the focus. The man looked like he could have been an opera house star in another life, he had a very broad chest that slimmed the further down his body you went. His dark hair had begun to grey, showing his age, his experience. The lord had been playing the political game for a long time and quite well. Like his family motto, 'Fortune Favors The Objective' he was everyone's friend. "Greetings My Lord" his voice carried throughout the courtyard with ease, "Welcome to the Zamt'ris Estate, My family and I welcome you." He and Lady Zamt'ris bowed, "These are my sons; Michael, Martin, David, and Neil. And my Daughters; Bellamy, Amaya, Juniper, and Altira." Each of his children bowed or curtsied in turn with their name being called. Though, that was hardly the most interesting thing.
Poor Altira, not that what happened wasn't totally foreseeable in every way possible way. As the youngest Zamt'ris went to curtsy to the High Lord, one of her heals snapped, causing her to tumble and fall on her ass. She would have continued to fall had one of the guardsmen not reached out and caught her on the shoulder blade, there preventing the young lady from smashing her head on the masonry.
As the guardsman helped Altira back to her feet, it was silent. And it was all Amaya could do to keep from laughing. But she had to not laugh, because once she started, she would be rolling in the laugh belting out guffawed tones. It was hilarious to her. But not to Lord Zamt'ris, while it did not show on his face or body, it made him quite irate to be humbled so soon before a new player in his Political game. The Lord merely smiled once the issue seemed resolved, "Shall we carry on? Our cooks have prepared quite the meal should it so please His Excellency."