It seemed there was quite a lot of people near the dessert table when Lord Davishire stepped in. Still brooding over today's events, he was hoping to at least steal himself a cream puff, or one of the chocolates, but he was, surprised to find there were none- cream puffs that is. He noted, though, idly, from the corner of his eyes as the Grand Duke and company heading for
another room, and with it, he sighed. He didn't think too highly of the Grand Duke either and well, to hell with him and politics. He had been there when so many were vying for the throne. Calent's ideals were... different, but the way he rallied men and kept curdling his hatred towards mages was so uncivil. Mage camps? Really? God, what an awful thing to create! And to think he lived in such a time!
So yes.. Today had become an interesting day indeed, especially considering he had one too many run ins with the Treyburns. He did, however, feel a bit guilty for the last girl, and even the bubbly, book loving one before. But Lady Gray, who he saw was torn over the army and it's stupidities.... Could he blame her? He tried not to get involved with that himself. His family always claimed he was too well off anyways but truthfully, war was not his style. Despite being a man of his stature and physique, he actually spent more time in Uthlyn than anywhere else particularly the library.
But something drew his mind from the Treyburn girls as he lifted his head to over hear Lady Brisby's comments about Avery's
sistercousin. He knew enough about her poor predicament- let alone the fact her own parents sent her to a mage camp! If he were to just let his inner most thoughts go, he'd knock out her parents teeth. It was a cruel fate, and to see Lord Carwick caught within their social entrapment, he figured he would at least help the poor chap out by stepping in.
His presence alone caused the two Brisby's to stare as Davishire stared coolly, albiet, a bit moodily along with them.
"Lord Carwick, what do you think of cream puffs?"
There, he said it. Something to break up this despicable conversation, and he only gave Avery a bit of a sharper stare, hoping he'd at least humor him. "I think they might be bringing over a fresh tray to the table."
And if Avery thought it was bad enough to deal with that sort of topic- the Brisby's wouldn't even dare poke at the Callister's. Lady Brisby snapped out her fan and stuck it straight up in the air.
"Cedric," she said, turning to her husband. "I think we ought to check out the veranda." And giving Davishire but one snooty look,t he two walked away. Davishire only stared after them, like a wolf giving off a warning glare-
but only as cooly as a man in a wolf costume could.