OOC: Thread for Goblins! I was listening to E.S. Posthumus - Nara (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AEU5pBxY6E) when I wrote this :T *shares the link*
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Across the landscape the Kilanthro's stretched, farther than the eye could see as jagged, crags of beauty that pierced into the very clouds of the blue skies above. The lands here were lush and self contained, with rarely any piece unveined by streams and wrinkled rolling hills. Though the grounds were rocky, what vegetation took hold thrived as tall trees and valleys now flourished with late summer blooms.
A North wind swept in between the mountain pass, tossing her dark hair as Lady Davina made her way along the rocky path. The path hugged the side of a mountain like the natural coil of a serpent and soon her porcelain skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat. She was breathing heavier now as the path grew steeper, a flush capping most of her skin- from the exposed flesh of her shoulders, to her ample bosom nearly spilling out from the confines of her dress.
By the time she had made it to the top of the path, the summer sun rose higher than the mountains and broiled the world beneath it in waves of heat that distorted the lands. The air, appearing dry, clung to her sweat in a stifling warmth as she paused at a crest in the path.
She over looked the cliff side towards the towering stone aqueducts that extruded out from the mountain sides. Part of her knew it was foolish, but she had done it before-a nd she was going to do it again. Bending over, she wasted no time unlacing her boots and casting them side, leaving them to rest in the small shadow beside a knee high boulder that was slowly melting away from the ever rising, steaming sun. With her feet exposed, she crawled her way over the stony, cragged lip of the path and onto the uneven terrain of the gully's peak.
Though some of the path splintered and cracked beneath her weight, she ignored the droplets of pebbles that broken free and trickled into the ravine below. Though one wrong step was deadly, and there was barely any mountainside or vegetation in which to grope. But pampered feet gripped into the rough terrain, and the thrill of the mountain winds rushing through her clothes and hair sent a prickling sensation up her spine and electrified across her skin.
And onward she walked, layers of white skirts in one hand, and her other pressing flat against the hot stone of the mountain side as she walked along the thin line of harsh terrain between the mountain- and the tall, stone aqueduct before her. At the end of the rocky grounds she paused to where a six foot gap stood between her and the man made structure. She was catching her breath and recovering her nerve before pushing off the mountain side as she leaped into the air.
Catching the side of the aqueduct, she gripped it fierce, though sweaty fingers stumbled once, she ignored the pebbles that flaked off and tumbled into the valley below as she pulled herself up onto the outter stone lip of the aqueduct before crawling to her knees, and rising to her feet. Now her shadow spilled across the fresh smell of the trickling mountain waters that gushed cooly down the path, and her eyes shimmered in wander- appearing to mimic the same dancing glitter of the fresh spring water's surface. And it was here she turned around, back to the mountain, eyes upon the world- as another wild wind swept around her and carried her emotions up towards the sky as a thrill rose through her and she threw her shoulders backa nd proudly stood without fear- at the top of the world.
Nothing could be seen above or below her. It was as if she were walking on the clouds- and the power and fear that swelled within her breast was enough to make the woman begin to shake with pride. The smile that soon followed consumed her painted lips as she took in all of Hellvion- like a Goddess from the Sky.
This would be all her's someday. This land- once ruled by the blood of her ancestors. Soon, it would be time for their family to make it's claim.
Hours later, Davina came riding home on the back of a black stallion, lady like with her legs daintily laying to one side. As she pulled around the sharp bend of a grassy hill, the half-timber, stone building of her family's keep pulled into view. A smile touched her lips as she guided her horse to the front of the building, and was immediately greeted by their front door servant, Erique.
"See that he is brushed and fed when you take him to the stable. See that Andrew makes his coat shine. And ensure he has ample fresh water," she told him as she yanked off her gloves and tucked them beneath her left arm. Her green eyes went to his as he nodded, and she nodded briskly in returned, before turning away and stepping in through the main doors of her home. Etta was there to open the door was usual, and bowed her head properly out of respect for her lady. And whatever it was Etta said, Davina ignored and made her way towards the grand staircase to return to her room. But it was here she paused at the foot of the steps as she found herself beneath the glaring gaze of her elder brother.
"Hello, Davishire," she said coolly as she worked at untieing the lace of her bonnet. She shook her hair free and tapped out the invisible debris that had been resting inside. "You're home early."
"I've been home all day," he snapped. Davina rolled her eyes and simply walked past him from the landing, but her brother, in his impatience, snatched onto her arm as he growled.
"What? Are you going to bite me?" she told him through a pout, which coaxed another deep throated growl from him. "Be careful, I might just let you." She told him, leaning in real close as if to give her brother a kiss onthe lips before she skirted past him- leaving him to wallow in the afterglow of her perfume.
Rigidly, he turned to her and called after her in a bark as she was making her way up the second tier of the grand stairs.
"Three men came to call on you, Davina. Three. Not including Lance Elderscott who joined us at breakfast."
Davina's chuckle was soft as she smiled.
"Only three?" She let Davishire's growl become background noise as she waved him off. "Save your breath. Or come talk to me in the bathing room." And as her heels clicked on the hard wood floors of the hall, she noticed Toddie and gestured to her maid.
"A fresh bath. Make it warm and bubbly- and extra water." And she tossed a wink back toward her grumbling brother who had just arrived from storming up the stairs. "Just in case my brother wants to share."
Davishire, red faced, bared his teeth at Davina.
"You know the party is within the hour."
Davina rolled her eyes. "And?"
"And you look as if you'd just come back from one of your sex parties."
Davina, annoyed, scoffed and turned away from him as she planted her hands on her hips.
"As if you'd know a thing about sex parties," she said, giving a fluff to her dark hair.
"Davina..."
Smirking, she turned her attention back to him and draped one arm over his broad shoulder before leaning in and kissing his cheek.
"Happy Birthday, brother. I know I forgot to wish you that earlier." Her grin grew more smug at his blush. "I'll be ready in time for our guests. Don't you worry." And being so close to him, she took the time to lightly brush a loose strand of his hair away from his forehead.
Davishire gave a snort, but Davina's short display of affection seemed to put a lid on his anger for the moment. So she turned away from him and with an extra sway to her hips, disappeared into the bathing room.
Davishire simply glared at the door long after it had closed. Oh how he loathed his sister. She was shameless. But she was still his blood- but at her age...
What could be done of her? He wondered if he'd have to force her into a marriage, before she ruined her reputation even more- and even his. But he hadn't gotten a chance to ask his sister about... the letter. He had invited Lady Illi Treyburn, a woman of.. lesser social standing than all of his fmily would hve liked- but she was the lady where his current affections resided, and it was the fact he hadn't heard the woman's response in her attendance that had him the most anxious for such an event. What if she never got his invitation? Or the letter that followed? What if she didn't show or want to come? He was against the party from the start, but Davina's subtle reminder he was unwed lead him to a quiet agreement and quickly found his birthday ball's fate now rested in his sister and mother's hand.
And speaking of his mother, as he left one terrible female- he ran int the other. But he simply scowled at her and waved her off.
"Your daughter is back, and I have nothing more to say to you."
But his mother stopped him in the hall and looked at him sharply.
"Davishire, don't forget we're here to represent. And if you fail to talk to the Duchess of Hellvion and prove your worth here tonight... well.." She sighed, her tired old eyes looking him over as her frown deepened. "You might be the ruin of us all." He wanted to remind his mother Davina might be the ruin of them all, but steeled his tongue as he bristled under his mother's attentions.
"I'm going to my room to finish preparing for this evening."And with a rigid bow, he left his mother standing alone in the hall.
In a quiet room of a home known as Headdon Hall, a dark-haired man struggled before a mirror as he attempted to arrange his clothes properly. His fingers felt clumsy despite his outward calm and he sighed heavily several times out of frustration.
"You're fussing like a girl," a young voice chirped from behind him, causing Ithel to falter slightly before smiling and looking at his sister through the reflection. Her hair was still wet as it dripped down her back, soaking into her thick purple robe.
"Am I now, T? What makes you say that?"
"You're restless." Thrya commented moving to stand beside her much taller brother and tug on his sleeve. He obediently crouched to be at her level so that she could smooth out the shoulders of his jacket and adjust his cuffs. "What would you do without me?"
"I surely do not know," he murmured softly. His dark eyes that seemed so cold to those that did not know him clouded with his concern. He was nervous and his keen little sister recognized it. She gave him a hug before ushering him to stand and finish up.
"You shouldn't worry though. Rhodi's already asleep. Kermie and Keeleigh are playing but will go to bed soon. Mama was having a good day so she should have a good night."
"And you, Miss Know-All?"
"Why I'm going to wait for you to come home so we can celebrate our victory of course!" The nine year old rolled her eyes and huffed with all the attitude of a preteen girl. She crossed her arms and tried to give Ithel the evil mom-eye but only caused him to laugh and pat her head lovingly.
"Will you sleep if I promise to wake you?" The face she made said 'absolutely not' but he let it go, finally stepping away from the looking glass and placing his hands on her shoulders. "To bed my little soldier. At least pretend for my sake!"
"To battle!" she cried racing off with him following only few strides behind.
Worries about the ball flooded from his mind for the moment as Ithel enjoyed his time with his younger siblings. The twins had joined in and were smacking Thrya with pillows before all three dived into bed and he kissed them each good night. A servant would watch over his family while he was gone, yet he could not help the way his nerves felt like they were on fire.
Ithel loved his family and would do anything to protect them. Following his father's footsteps was the only way he could see that done in his mind. If he could not succeed then at least he had tried. A sigh, a final smoothing of carefully picked attire and he was out the door and on his way to the celebratory ball for the anniversary of one Davishire Callister's birth.
Davina Callister laid back in the tub, seemingly to haven't a care in the world. Though truthfully, beneath the cool exterior her heart was beating fast, and the excitement of the ball sent thrills through her body. To think, tonight could be the night to impress- with the Duke and Duchess of Hellvion present, and a sea of men to explore- this evening, she just knew, was going to be everything she dreamed for.
Years of preparing and centuries of blood line carried within her the possible rebirth of power- even if she would not be the woman behind the throne. No... unfortunately for her, if her elder brother succeeded in ensuring the current Duke makes it apparent and known he is next in line...
She was not certain of her own place in all of this. Though dutiful, she'd be at Davishire's side..
But what else?
Would this not open doors to new men? New power? New money and wealth?T he idea tickled her and she stepped out from the bath, had her servants towel her and as she began to prepare herself for the ball. And as the corset was being secured in her black and green velvet dress, she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
It was Davishire, and she saw his glowering expression in her mirror as she gave him a wicked smile.
"You look as if you drank soured milk." And she gave her brother an adoring pout before waving off her ladies that were in mid cinch. Stepping up from her padded bench, she strolled over to her brother's side. His frown only deepened.
"You're goign to be late. The guests will be arriving at any moment. The Dupree's carriage is already being taken to the stables."
Davina rolled her eyes. "Then I shall be fashionably late, won't I. Can't have them seeing me half dressed now can we?" She teased, knowing full well she was nearly falling out of her dress. Her brother glared at her.
"I will see you down at the ball." And with that, he left the room with an angered closing of the door. And a smile daintily touched Davina's lips as she turned away from the door and took her seat before the mirrors, and gestured for her ladies to continue to fuss over her again.
Other carriages had already arrived by the time Ithel's own relatively simple looking one arrived. Where others could be seen adorned with all sorts of fancy decorations, his carriage's only adornment was the old family crest that it seemed many of the current arrivals did not seem to recognize.
'So it begins,' he mused, donning a placid expression as his long strides had him joining the growing line of nobles waiting to make their entrance and wish the guest of honor a happy birthday and following year to come.
As he waited, Ithel listened to the idle gossip and whispers around him. Some concerned the war, while others talked of the Callister family, still more were beginning to ask amongst themselves who the dark-haired young man among their flock was. He remained calm and unphased, keeping quiet as he took it all in so as to use the information later. So far it was all going according to plan.
Other gossip, he might over hear, revolved around the lady of the house. A certain woman named Davina.
"I'm sure she'll be present. She's always seen at these events," one man sneered.
"Yes, but I heard she's a gorgeous looking woman. And still, unwed?" Another said.
The first man continued his sneer and clasped his hands idly behind his back. "Yes, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, but the woman's hardly a proper catch for a wife. Did you hear what she did to Lord Bressick?"
"And not to mention Lord Voldport."
"And Kenning Mesteron." The first man added with a shake of his head.
"And Lester Davit, Lord Morkem, and Sir Daniel Wiley."
Yes, it seemed war was a hot topic, but so was the missing dark haired beauty who was still securing the last bits of her ensemble. For even as her maids made haste to have her ready- an ivory, gold painted pin to her hair, and curls here and there and pearls strung throughout it; it was the over excessive crowning piece of jewel that now hung across her heavy, nearly bursting breasts (for she always wore her dresses as low cut as she could get away with- and her corset, as tight as it could be so that her prized assets of womanhood could be proudly flaunted.), that was the source of a new sort of pride. She always did love to show off her jewels.
It was, after all, how she ended up bedding Lord Bressick... and Lord Voldport, Kenning Mesteron, Lester Davit, Lord Morkem and Sir Daniel Wiley- to name a few of her more recent victims. And each of those men she had twisted so tightly around her fingers, they believed they were in love with her-
ANd even after the heart break, some probably still were.
Peering back into the mirror, she admired her face, and her delicate, soft white skin and dark long lashes that framed vibrant green eyes that matched the primary color of her dress. Black and green- with golden threads woven throughout to make her dress lush and exquisite. And now, stepping away from her mirror and ladies- the lovely Lady Davina Callister was ready for some fun.
But elsewhere her brother was not.
The duchess of Hellvion had yet to arrive, as well as a certain other guest he was nervous for. He was sweating beneath his suit, adjusting the tight collar of his ensemble as his eyes impatiently cleaved through the crowd for any such sight of Lady Illi Treyburn-
Except there were none. ANd he had to remain, rigid and standing where he was, as each guest was introduced towards him- and the look on Lord Davishire Callister's face showed that of complete boredom, but evidently enough- some form of agitation- and more whispers confirmed as to why.
"Ah, Lord Callister, looking as dreadful as always."
"That scowl is enough to scare any promising young lady off. It's no surprise why he never married."
"Maybe he's the reason his sister is so awful."
"Yes, it would make sense. Perhaps he scares away all her lovers. Though I doubt the dark haired beauty is so innocent," the one man sneered. ANd it was only then his sneer turned towards a dark haired stranger. Not knowing who or what he was, the men all gossiping stepped away- to continue their conversation elsewhere from prying ears.
It brought him a great deal of amusement to hear that a great number of nobles had fallen prey to the Lady Davina's nature. 'You would think listening to the rumors would deter them from becoming another notch in her bedpost. Fools! Although using her nature against her might prove fruitful. Still a wise decision to keep clear of her reaching grasp. Best not to be another fly caught in the ointment.'
When at last it was his turn to be presented before the Callister family, Ithel reminded himself to be on his best behavior even as he gave his name for announcing. The steward blinked and looked at him in confusion and disbelief. The dark-haired noble nodded his head in affirmation, fighting to keep the smirk from his lips at the impatient grumbles and whispers coming from behind him.
"Lord Ithel Conlaoch of Turgall and Hellvion," the nervous man finally declared, his eyes darting back and forth between the Callister family and their strange guest. Ithel took it all in stride though, stepping forward with a warm smile and offering his hand in greeting to the extremely tall male before him.
"Many happy returns on this the anniversary of your birth, Lord Callister," he spoke softly yet with confidence. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Lady Grace Callister's face went long at the mention of their next guest, and visibly, one of her eyes twitched. But as it was her name sake,s he kept her airs about her, her face remaining placid as quickly as she could conceal the surprise as she bowed her head to him-
Though it seemed her son was glancing elsewhere and as she debated giving her son a kick, Davishire finally turned to Ithel. It appeared, almost, as if the taller lord hadn't heard his title.
"Lord Conloach," he said with a rigid bow. "It is.. a delight to see you present." Though his dark eyes flashed over the smaller man as if sizing him up. He was no fool. That name meant competition- something he would be ignorant of if it were not for the incessant gossip from his mother and sister.
His hand smoothly returned to his side as Ithel offered his own half-bow in return. "I will not keep you from your guests but would be honored to speak with you more should you find yourself with a moment. We have made heard many things of your family in Turgall. I would be delighted to hear more from such an esteemed gentleman himself."
Ithel turned, bowing respectfully as he murmured quick greetings to the other members of the household. He paused before the Callister matriarch, complimenting her beauty before inquiring as to the health of the Lady Davina. "She has made quite the name for herself among my cousins. More than a few have returned with broken hearts and her honeyed named upon their lips. I would be remiss as a gentleman if I did not pass on their well-wishes."
Lady Callister was not amused by his statement, and she outwardly showed it with as much of a cool grace as she could muster. And evidently, a cold shoulder as she raised her nose and chin at his remarks.
"She remains fashionably late, Lord Conlaoch. Please, do enjoy your evening." And move along, as she did not want to deal with him. She would have had Devin on him like a hound had her youngest son been present, but as it turns out, he was not to be here and she wondered, idly, where the hell Davina was. Fashionably late- that girl was goign to get a smack after the ball if she didn't get her ass down here soon! How could she not be here FOR THIS.
"By your leave then," he murmured, backing away to allow the next person to greet the family. He appeared to be the pariah of the evening as he moved amongst the crowd. Ithel was not included in their tight, familiar circles yet it did not bother him. He was here to begin the process of creating his own group, not joining the bottom of their hierarchy.
He wandered from place to place, taking in the decorations about the manor all the while listening to the whispered words of the people around him. 'Thrya wouldn't have liked it here. Far too stuffy for her. Pity that the Lady Davina has yet to make an appearance. I wouldn't be surprised if she was the life of the party.'
Speak of the devil and she will come, for long after the main guests had arrived, Lady Davina finally showed her face. And as she came down the long, winding broad staircase; all eyes turned to her. And this was the moment she adored. One foot in front of the other, she strolled with pride from stairway to floor where she found her place just at her mother and brother's side, but not before walking through the eager throngs of the crowd and catching the attention of everyone present within the room. This was her moment, and she had already made her mark for the evening. And it had only just begun.
Ithel had been looking at a painting, his back to the staircase when the dark beauty began to make her way into the room. The sudden change in the conversation flow around him caused him to turn and notice her.
For the briefest of moments an appreciate small tugged at the corners of his lips as he appraised her. There had been no lie in the rumors, Davina Callister truly was a very pretty woman. It was no wonder she had been so successful in luring men into being her eager pawns. Already he could see a group of noblemen flocking towards the base of the steps in hopes of catching her attention and her arm.
He chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head in amusement before turning back to the painting. Perhaps the evening would not be as droll as he thought. Ithel could only imagine the amount of rumors and half-truths he would gather now that the queen of the party had entered her domain. It was fascinating to him how already the room was rearranging itself to suit the shift in hierarchy.
Lady Grace Callister was jealous of her daughter's beauty, and while she and Davishire stood rigidly at the front, she cast a look around the room before her green eyes met to Davina's as she whispered to her, "You're late."
Davina grinned.
"I know." Fluffing at her hair, the delicate pearls laced throughout chimed about before settling in her dark locks as her eyes scouted around. But something caught her attention, elsewhere.. across the room. A single man she did not know with dark hair- a man who, for some reason, when she had caught him beside a painting, didn't pay her the time of day.
Well, she'd be sure by the end of the night he would. Not letting it fluster her in the least, she remained a radiant star among the masses of men who came to pay their respects to her- which only stopped the moment the Duke and Duchess of Hellvion arrived, and it was abit of a deflating moment to find out that the Duke would not be present, when the Duchess and her daughter, Lady Aella, were presented to the family.
And just like that- the party had begun.
The evening began to pick up for Ithel by the time the Duchess and her unmarried daughter arrived. He took great amusement in seeing how the room politically rearranged itself in response. Some of his own recently acquired group of lower nobles immediately flitted away without the suave tact of their more experienced peers.
While he continued working on gathering a political foundation in Hellvion, Ithel kept his ears open and his eyes sharp as watched the Callister family. Davishire looked distracted and possibly even anxious. Grace was exasperated and the fashionably late Davina worked her magic about the room. It was obvious to the nobleman that she would be one of the many challenges he would have to overcome though he was unaware just how much a challenge she would be.
The evening went on without a hitch, and Davina kept a stellar performance to wrap a few new men around her fingers. Though even this bored her, and soon enough she was turning to fine wine and sipping it out on the veranda, and contemplating how to spice up her evening. That's when she spotted the man from earlier.
Her mother hadn't given her the low down, for Davina was in her own little world and left before Grace Callister had a chance, and the young Davina spared only one glance in his direction all evening, but kept him within sight, studying him from the corner of her eyes. So whens he was flirting with men and letting them gush upon her, she was really sizing up the quiet man in the corner. After all, to her- he was fresh meat.
But now, she found herself alone,a nd wondered if the dark haired 'stranger' would consider keeping the lovely lady company...
After all, she was jutting out her plump, breasts, making them appear ripe for the picking- and her bustle did wonders to make that silhouette of her ass all the more resistible, as she fiddle with a bit of her skirts, lifting up sjust enough of it to expose some of the flesh of her leg.
To say that Ithel had not noticed Davina would have been a lie. He most certainly had noticed the woman, seen her exit to the veranda by herself to sip from her goblet in peace. It took a great deal of trained decorum to keep from laughing at her obvious displays. While he could not say he did not find her at least somewhat attractive, Ithel found that she was trying far too hard for a woman of her beauty. If she simply toned things down she probably would attract more men in his opinion.
He considered approaching her when a few shy young woman slunk up besides him and engaged him in tentative conversation. He readily joined them, making them laugh and relax in no time with a sweet compliment and a well-placed smile. The noblewoman in the shadows was not forgotten but temporarily put out of his mind.
To see her prey so easily snatched up irked her- but who was she to let something go quite so easily? The night was young, and she took this moment to smooth down her dress and lean against the veranda, all the while sipping at length of her drink. WHen it was nearly empty, she gave a sigh and let the small remains swish about at the bottom.
But her eyes were now locked upon Ithel Connlaoch, who was...somehow.. STILL distracted by those other girls- and as she took the time to observe the other guests, she noted how terrible her brother seemed. What a train wreck he was! Shaking her head, she left the veranda as silent as the shadows, so when Ithel were to look back (if he were ever to do that)- he'd find the woman who had once been preening in preparation for him now gone-
And now was slinking up beside her brother.
"You look atrocious. Come now, rub off that scowl and fix your suit. I dare say you look like hell." And as she fussed over his clothing, Davishire waved her off.
"Bah, leave me be, woman," he snarled. "This is my party, I'll feel however I want!"
And to see him puff up so over her attentions made her roll her eyes as she gave a shrug of her shoulders. "Speak for yourself. You represent our family name, Davishire. Need I remind you of that again? Or shall I find mother and have her attend to you?"
Davishire growled at such a statement.
"I do not need someone to watch after me. I'm a man,a nd a man of our home-"
"Then... dear brother," Davina interrupted prettily. "Act like it." And she stole a kiss to his cheek before moving away, green eyes seeking Ithel once again in the crowd. Her brother needed some work, but so did she- and she had to make sure the reasons she suspected his glumness would never.... suddenly appear. for she was no fool- she knew her brother pined for Miss Jillian Treyburn-a nd she would have none of it.
Sweeping back into the crowds, she procured a second drink and downed nearly half of it before catching sight of Ithel again and oh....
this time he was alone. Fetching up a second drink, she strolled on over to approach her prey from behind, and gave her throat a clearing before stepping up towards his side.
"The night is young, but I saw you standing here alone and thought 'That man needs a drink'," ANd she handed him over the soft, yellow colored wine. "It's a famous flavor from Hellvion- go ahead. Try it. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
Ithel bowed in greeting at first sight of the infamous Lady Davina. 'At last the games may begin in earnest.' He kept his eyes trained above the neckline without giving himself any strain as he accepted the proffered drink with a gentle smile.
"My thanks kind Lady, though I must wonder as to what makes you think you understand what would bring my joy or disappointment. Have you studied me long enough from your shadowed balcony so as to know the deepest inner-workings of my simple mind?" He watched her with amusement over the rim of his goblet, neither drinking nor raising his tone into an ungentlemanly pitch.
Davina's green eyes sparkled as the man was able to keep his eyes above her chest. That feat alone was impressive- but then again, so were his words. Quirking a brow, her grin grew wider.
"I see, so you've been watching me?" she inquired, lifting her drink to her lips to take a hearty sip. "At least, long enough to notice I've been watching you. And what you are puzzles me, or rather, who you are. Though I can't say your face is familiar- perhaps if you were so generous as to share with me your name...?"
"I believe fair lady it is hard to miss a lone woman whose gaze rests so heavily upon one's shoulders. Does it bother you that I noticed? I would have thought given your actions it would please you. You certainly seemed to be having some difficulties with your attire to not draw most of the room's attention, desired or not. I must say though my dear your face is without a doubt is quite familiar to me."
He too paused to sip of his drink, making no expression as to say whether he liked it or not. If Ithel was honest he found that he missed the spices of his birthplace but he was not at liberty to say such things when he seemed to have caught Davina's full and undivided attention.
Davina pressed her lips together in a thoughtful little grin.
"I see." She took him over, eyes very obviously doing so before taking another, longer sip of her drink. "I should hope so, considering you were invited to my brother's event..."
But as she released a sigh through her nose, she stared the man over, but nothing was coming to her as to who he was. How very odd. Taking another sip, she moved to stand even closer to him.
"So am I to presume you are not a fan of my clothing?" she asked, posing in such a way nearer to him that it accentuated more of her cleavage, just in case when he was looking before- he had not a good enough view.
Ithel chuckled lightly and bobbed his head while drinking more of the wine. "And a very happy birthday to him indeed. I would not presume anything if I were you my lady. Though I must ask, is it customary here in Hellvion for men to share women's fashion and," he waved his hand between the two of them, "dress themselves in the same apparel? I must say it is quite a strange custom and not one we have in Turgall, or at least had last I was there."
He ignored the view, choosing to finish the last of his drink in order to keep from laughing at his own joke. "You'll have to forgive my inability comment Lady Davina. I seem to find myself without the right words for all the frills and pleats and all the knick-knacks that come with women's ever-changing fashion."
Davina's smile grew ever wider, coy- and much to the shape and style of a cat's.
"Naturally- we always share our fashion and our brains. Men and women think alike here so often, the Duchy of Hellvion is a true paradise." And the flavor of her tongue was most amusing as she chose to jest back and sipped at her own wine. Did he feel under dressed to make suhc a statement? Her eyes flicked up and down his body appreciatively.
Well.. he couldn't be under dressed yet- for he was still wearing his clothes.
"Only clothes and brains?" he repeatedly slyly. "What a shame. Things are quite different in Turgall. I would have hoped that Hellvion would be just as progressive. Just another thing to keep in mind I suppose," Ithel sighed with a shake of his head.
"Trust me, there is much more than that," she replied, still grinning. "So did you want a tour of my attire? Or are you going to keep pretending such a dress does not interest you? I could explain each piece of the hem to you." And naturally, she would do so a sensually as possible, and her eyes show cased a sparkle of her intents. "Each lace of the corset. Each style of the clothe, the brocade.." And then she daintily lifted up her skirts, just enough to show off her calf. "And perhaps even the art of a ladies hosiery, if you're good," she teased, pouting in a playfully seductive manner towards him. The man was quite handsome. What she wouldn't give to take this mystery man to the library right now for something a bit more educational than clothing.
Ithel smirked as he chuckled softly into his glass. "I'm afraid I am far too wicked to have such an honor Lady Davina. As for the tour, I believe I will have to pass at this time. I'm sure you have other guests here tonight who would appreciate it better than a fashion simpleton such as myself. Is it wise to keep them waiting?"
"That depends," she told him prettily. "They say the longer you wait, the more fond you become." And naturally, she meant the phrasing to be directed towards him and the other implied men. "So perhaps I'll oblige you this time, but I am not a patient woman. I hope the next time I offer, you'll reconsider." And she gave a light fluff to her hair. "And maybe I'll wear something better that will please you."
"Is that what they say? I was always told, all good things come to those that wait. I take it you're not a big fan of that one though. Although I must admit to curiosity. What do you think would please me? You seem to have formed quite a few opinions of me Lady Davina and I wonder at how many of them are actually correct."
"It might take me most of the evening to figure that one out," she told him coyly, her green eyes dancing. "But perhaps you'd oblige me, let me get to know you better. I don't like keeping strangers in my presence when a friendly relationship can make for amicable company. Especially at such an event."
Ithel inclined his head slightly, the faint traces of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Who am I to deny such a fair lady, especially in her own house? How may I assist you then Lady Davina in your quest for amicable company as you say?"
"Perhaps you wouldn't mind escorting me in a walk around the gardens. Or if you feel the air is to your disliking, we could perhaps take a walk around the castle?" she suggested, raising her brows at him expectantly.
"Whatever the lady desires, I shall do my best to fulfill," Ithel stated with a slight bow before adding with a pointed look, "within reason of course. Might I suggest however that we not wander too far Lady Davina. I would hate for you to catch trouble for being late to dinner."
Davina gave him a pointed look as her eyes slid over his body with a playful sort of hunger.
"Oh, I'm not too worried about missing the meal," she told him with a smile and offered out her arm, waiting most expectantly for him to take it. "But if you are so worried, perhaps we should stay within the estate?"
He easily accepted her arm, placing his opposite briefly over top her own before letting it fall away. "It was merely a suggestion dear Lady. Whatever you think is best. I would hate to cause you trouble is all as you escort this humble gentleman about your glorious abode.
"Shall we?" he motioned them forward while letting her take the lead, his smile genuine and easy even as his eyes rested upon her face.
Davina's eyes flashed at the idea of trouble.
"I don't think you realize who's arm you are holding," she told him as her smile grew more wicked. "But come, allow me to show you my personal collection of books. We have such a fine library. Perhaps you will like it too." And she guided him away from the crowd to a more secluded room, where the air smelled of mahogany and books. The floor was made of marble, as were some of the statues that lined the room, and there were several stair cases that spiraled all around.
"I must admit, as impressive as our library is, I do not frequent it as much as you'd think."
No, that was her brother's job, after all. He favored the library, she simply ignored it. Or... used it for perfect opportunities, such as this.
"Not even to access your personal collection?" he inquired with raised brow. Ithel was highly amused by her initial statement as he thought about how backwards she had it. 'It is you who does not know me madam. But you shall know soon enough, of that I am sure.'
He continued to walk her about the library a bit as he cast wandering glances over towards the old books and scrolls. "Have any favorites, my lady?"
When Davina laughed, it echoed through the vacant library.
"Favorites?" She gave another chuckle. "Hardly, this place is really more or less a sanctuary for my brother. Though I suppose if you had to inquire, and I had to answer, I'd say the Ramaes Tales. They're bold and romantic, and have a rather... scandalous scene towards the end." And most who knew the tale knew about the scene, where the woman in question changed lovers and made love to her cousin in his gardens, right before he was beheaded, while she got away, to run off with her first lover in the end. A cruel and twisted tale, but she loved it.
There was no outward sign that Ithel was at all affected by what she said but he did indeed no the tale well. From what he had heard of the Lady Davina though he expected no less from her than to say something so scandalous as that particular title.
"A rather colorful tale," he commented neutrally. "I must say my tastes lie elsewhere. Shall we continue walking or did you want to show me something more of your library Lady Davina?"
"Oh, but we've only just stepped foot inside the Library. Perhaps you could enlighten me on what you recommend is a good read." And she snapped out her fan and looked at him expectantly while fanning off her face. "I'm presuming you are a reader..." she asked, arching her brows.
"A bit," he admitted quietly. "Though I doubt you would find much interest in what I have been reading of late. I have been reading through a fair share of history books recently, mostly family to be honest. I feel it is a good thing to understand where you come from before deciding where you're going. Don't you agree?"
Davina observed this with a satisfying coy grin.
"Yes, history intrigues me immensely, despite what you may believe," she went on. "But I think since you are so intrigued by the subject so as to bring it up yourself, what of your history have you found that's so... captivating?"
Ithel smiled his own little smile, greatly amused by his own thoughts. The fact she had no idea who he was only made it all the sweeter. "What makes you think that I have found anything my dear? Perhaps I am just a poor man hoping to find riches. What would you think of me then?"
"Why, I'd have to wonder what sort of rogue would see himself into a Hellvion ball," she told him simply, never once letting that coy smile drop.
"Rogue am I?" he chuckled, pausing in his paces to look at her. "Wouldst thou wound me so quickly after knowing me so little? Are you perhaps one that judges books by their covers Lady Davina? It is not a practice I would recommend especially if I were you."
"Hardly," Davina pointed out, that smile kept glued to her lips. "I would never think such things after a first acquaintance. But there is no call for offense unless my jest happened to be correct."
The nobleman laughed and shook his head. "A clever choice then my lady and no, I believe myself to be far from a rogue and closer to a gentleman when all is said and done. Though perhaps by evenings end you could enlighten me as to how true that statement may be. Would that meet your approval?"
"Are you proposing an invitation to be a caller on my arm? It seems you solicit nothing less, if anything, for at least this evening alone."
"I propose nothing," he responded quietly. "I was merely making an observation. If it is however your desire then I would be honored by your presence, Lady Davina. I would not dare on the other hand to keep you from your guests and avid admirers. You seem to have quite a number of those as it is."
Davina's smile grew more broad, more pleased as her eye lids lowered as she studied him.
"Of course it is a desire," she nearly purred, pressing herself nearer to him by barely an inch, but he'd be able to feel the difference in the heat of their bodies so close, and the subtle brushing of her skirts against his pants.
"And you are hardly keeping me from anyone and anything at all. I am always more than elated to be able to show around new friends the extremities of my home."
She then gave a nod and moved towards the door.
"Shall I show you more, my sir?"
He felt her closeness and yet did nothing got either encourage or discourage it. If she wanted to throw herself at him, Davina Callister most certainly could but that did not mean that he was going to be the one to catch her.
"Who am I to refuse such a lady? Lead on and this hole gentleman shall follow. I would be delighted to see more of your fine home."
Davina's expression was about as smug as a cat in the cream.
"Then I shall lead on." And as she kept one arm secure to his, she guided him on a slow walk through the halls, pointing out a room here or there of idle interest, but using a slow drawl of her words and embellishing whatever tepid stories might derive, and somehow was making a simple painting of a wall flower almost seem scandalous, but doing so in a way that still preserved the innocence in their conversation. And that twist of coyness to her lips never once did leave them as she continued on and stopped just outside of...
"And this.." she said, feigning an exhausted sigh. "Is my room in the West Hall." And she leaned in to whisper to him, lips nearly tickling his ear, "A decidedly nicer room than my much smaller one in the East Hall, I assure you."
Her smile grew a bit more, touching her eyes as she added, "And this room has a lovely view of the gardens." And she paused, eyes taking him in like a cat. "Would you care to see it? Some fresh air might be nice..."
Ithel recognized her game but unbeknownst to her, he would have none of it. Instead he kept his tongue and allowed her to lead him about like a puppy as she wagged her silver tongue. WHen she led him to her doorway though he could not help himself and smiled back almost patronizingly as he used his free hand to pat the top of hers that was linked with his.
"I do believe Lady Davina tha-" His words were cute off as the call went out for dinner causing his smile to widen some. "That it is time for dinner," he finished, drawing away from her closeness. "Shall we?"
Not one to have her mood dampened so easily, she kept her smirk and nodded.
"Perhaps another time..."
"Perhaps," he replied noncommittally. "Shall I escort you to your seat Lady Davina or is there another meant to have such an honor? I would hate to slight someone so early in the night. I prefer to begin my offending after having my fill."
The smile on Davina's lips never once diminished.
"Hardly, it would be more inappropriate were you not to offer." And she took the pro-offered arm and stepped in close. "But you do realize you are my escort now, and I am always quite fond of escorts. So perhaps later, I will show you the respect in kind." And she gave a gesture towards the direction of the dining hall.
"Shall we?"
He silently raised a questioning brow but did not allow the unspoken question to pass his lips. Instead, Ithel made good on his word and escorted Davina back to the dining room and her seat before making to withdraw to his own seat at the furthest end of the table.
A bit off put the man was seated so far away from her at the table, Davina went on with as much grace as usual to draw out conversations with those seated to her most close. But even as she talked to the handsome men seated around her, her eyes continued to stray and linger towards where Ithel remained perched.
Ithel found the dinner itself to be flavorful but the company to be lacking. It was to be expected he knew given his "new" status among the nobles of Hellvion but that did not hinder him in his efforts to silently observe and take in what information he could. Even lesser nobles such as the ones he had been seated with held enough knowledge of the province's rumors and secrets to make for worthy use later.
He made what polite conversation he could but otherwise kept his own peace. Ithel would only appear to most as a man calmly and pleasantly enjoying his meal even as other talked about him and around him as if he were not there. He wondered briefly what his siblings would think of such a formal dinner and was warmed by the thought that had they been there then the hall would have been filled with such havoc that Angsar himself would not know what to do with them.
As the meal went on, Davina was hoping to catch a glimpse of this new man. As far as she was concerned, he was fresh meat and fair game. And she hadn't had a play thing in weeks. And though she wasn't looking for a husband, she still liked the idea to toy with it...
And this boy? He definitely looked like a toy.
So when she was... ignored? She pretended not to be flustered. Or even have it register, but inside that pretty little head of hers...
She was ever calculating, and when the meal allowed the guests a chance to begin an evening of mingling, she purposely was slow to rise and take her time leaving the dining hall, watching Ithel from the corner of her eyes.
It was a blessing in and of itself when the meal at last came to a close. Ithel did not linger over the desserts as some of the other lesser nobles did but instead made his excuses and departed from the table, moving on to wander through various groups of couples. He caught what tidbits of information he could without seeming to be a nuisance and was even grateful when group was polite enough to let him join them. Their interests may have been dull but it was a social start at the very least. The thought of Davina desiring his attention was completely lost on him. He was sure she knew by now who he was and would cease in her attempts to capture his attention. He was the enemy after all.
If his identity had been brought to her attention, she must have missed it, or been in denial, but those details were moot. She was on a mission, and the game she preyed on was a certain unknown man to whom she was hoping to get a lot more intimate with before the night was over.
By the time she found him, he was being held prisoner in some dull conversation, and with a nonchalant grace, she stepped into the conversation with a cat like smile.
"Talk of business seems to be what all men like to speak about, Lord Rennit. Though I am quite familiar with your plans to harness cotton and clothing, I'm rather curious as to what sort of business your... friend here.." and her eyes went to Ithel. "Is interested in."
And as she waited for his reply, she raised her goblet of wine to her lips.
Ithel startled slightly at Davina's appearance and interjections into the conversation he had been quietly listening to. For a moment he paused to sip from his own glass to buy him time before answering rather evasively.
"I am interested in all businesses legal and beneficial to the society as a whole milady. I believe it is the duty of every man to have an understanding of many things so that he can better help his neighbor in a time of need. A country runs on unity. If we cannot stand together when we need our brothers the most then we are sure to fall. If we do not have agriculture then we cannot feed our children. If we do not have cotton then we will be mighty cold come winter," he chuckled, making light of his somewhat impassioned speech.
Her eyes danced.
"But what of wool?" She parried. "And what of the duties of women?"
Her green eyes locked onto him, unyielding as she waited on his answer.
The nobleman cocked a brow at Davina while his features remained otherwise neutral. "Those were merely examples. Of course wool is incredibly important as a textile necessary for many trades. There are also other trades and products that are needed to support our great country. I would not bore you though with the ramblings of an enthusiast milady."
Ithel inclined his head to her once more before taking a slow sip of his drink. "As for women I believe they are our strength and support. Without women our world would crumble. Connlaoth depends on the strength and character of our women while the men are away protecting all that we hold dear. A man is nothing without a woman," he told her seriously, his eyes holding hers tensely before he loosed a chuckle and turned his head to the side to meet the eyes of the small circle he had joined. "Or at least that is this youthful bachelor's opinion." The other guests tittered around him with amused smirks of their own.
Davina's eyes danced at such a proclamation and she couldn't help but think, 'Well played.' Though as her eyes sought to look him over, they were drawn away as the other men began to chuckle.
"You might want to be careful announcing your martial status, for the fair woman beside us is most curiously unwed," one man went on, smiling through his curled mustache. "Why, if I had your youth and freedom, I wouldn't waste my time talking to old goats like me."
And again, Davina's eyes danced at the notion. Was this man trying to hook them up? She could have laughed, though perhaps her eyes did.
"I think I need not worry," Ithel declared jovially. "One such as Lady Davina would not stoop so low as to marry into my family. There are far too many eligible men in this world vying for her attentions for me to ever stand a chance. Nay I will just enjoy her fleeting company while I may before a better man whisks her away."
Davina quirked a brow.
"Such an interesting assessment. Are you trying to flatter me? And here, I don't even know your name."
Ithel shook his head with a smile while finishing the last of his glass. "Now that I do not believe for a second my astute lady. I'm sure you know everyone here and much more than that even. It is not nice you know to play such games with a helpless mouse," he commented knowing in fact that it was he not she that was the cat in their little game thus far.
"Oh, but how can you call yourself as such?" she went on with a sexy little pout. "A mouse is most unbecoming, and you are lacking in those qualities. Surely, you have a name, unless that is what you intend to be... mousy with," she went on, smirking as she lifted her goblet to her lips.
"Now, now my lady you cannot honestly say you do not know my name. Surely we have not been having such lovely and engaging conversations all evening without your knowing to whom you were conversing. Why you'd make me out to be the rudest gentleman of all if you say such things."
Ithel turned to face her fully, taking on a more serious posture even as a slight small still remained. "Allow me to rectify that all the same without tarnishing either of our honors. In Turgall I was known simply as Ithel. Here however, I am Lord Ithel Conlaoch, and I have come home."
And at such an introduction, she simply stared. The glint in her eyes even froze as she looked at him before chuckling. But when another man interrupted and used that name, she felt her insides curdle as her lip curled back into a sneering smile. Though she was quick to gracefully smooth it over, eye lashes fluttering as she was brought back into the moment.
"Home? Goodness, you make it seem as if you've lived in Hellvion for most of your life. Whatever would be wrong with Turgall?" she went on, and as a servant passed with a tray of drinks, she fetched up a fresh one and drank down about half as she attentively waited for his response, while her insides continued to twist and twist.
Surely the man was mistaken. Surely he was just trying to make her the fool.
But as she heard that name used for him again in menial conversation, she felt her brow twitch.
Ithel looked at her in surprise, also taking a new glass of wine as the server passed them while replacing his empty one. "Turgall was a holiday. Hellvion is my home and as is expected, all holidays must come to end." He sipped his drink lightly, continuing his conversation with the other nobles around him as if nothing had happened even as Davina seethed behind him.
She wasn't sure just what to believe. But she hated, no..
loathed to be left standing there, feeling like a ninny. But after a moment, she was able to compose herself. The mask she wore, after all, had been made to wear through any and all occasions.
She chuckled through closed lips.
"It must be good to be home," she commented, when there was the chance through his conversation with the other men. She would not be simply trumped then ignored. Oh no. She'd find a way to ruin him, in any way she could.
He paused at her comment, turning his head to face her slightly as he offered a half-smile and a small nod of his head in agreement but otherwise made no further comment on the subject. Ithel chose instead to allow her to stew and shame herself if she so chose instead of dragging him with her in a disgraceful and tactless verbal argument. Patience was always key in his opinion which was why he continued engaging in droll conversations concerning the province's current state of affairs and their relations with their neighbors.
Her expression cooled. But two could play at this game. So quietly she remained at his side, smiling as cool as ever but not saying a word. But this was getting quite boring, and it would hardly do, so when she heard a song- The Hellvion Waltz, she gave a pleading, but gentle tug to his arm.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but this is a party, and dancing is a must." She looked up into Ilthel's face. "Would you honor me with this next dance?" Even though she knew it was a man's place to ask, she was Davina Callister after all, and sometimes she took on more of the man's role than was proper. And as if to urge him more, she hooked arms with him and gave him a none too gentle tug in attempts to guide him away from those other men and their dreadfully boring conversation.
Ithel raised a brow but stood his ground against her tugging. "Forgive me Lady Davina but has Hellvion changed so much that a man no longer leads? In Turgall, it is the man not the woman who initiates the dance and though we are not in Turgall I believed it would be much the same." He looked at her pointedly even as he spoke so only she could hear him. Ithel was not not an accessory for her to parade around. He was a dangerous opponent politically-speaking and she was toying with fire as if she did not realize how close she was to being burned. "However, if it is a dance the last requires," he continued with a lighter tone, "then a dance she shall have." The nobleman took her arm firmly as he took the lead refusing to allow her to back out or regain control as she wanted. If she wished to party with him then he would keep her continually off kilter.
She let him speak and take the lead, naturally, but of course, she told herself, it was on her terms. She would have used more force had he out right refused, though again, most naturally, it'd be in a more cunning way. Now, as he obliged her and the pair made their way onto the dance floor, she so kindly reminded him, "Yes, you see, we are not in Turgall, but a far better an exquisite place." She batted her eyes at him as she smiled through her teeth, pressing herself up against him to keep her heavy, swollen breasts as exposed as her dress dare allow.
"You know it's strange you'd even question a woman's power in such a duchy," she went on, taking position before him and bowing kindly to her dancing partner. "After all, most know that it is truly the Duchess Melora who rules." And she moved her hands towards his, brows raised and awaited him to lead them in this dance, which the song that now was playing was a lot faster paced than the ones before. And realizing it, it only made her smirk wider.
The nobleman easily fell into step and began leading her about the dance floor with the same ease as walking. "On the contrary, my lady you mistake me. It is not a woman's power that I question but her desire to take away a simple pleasure and act of chivalry meant for men. If a man is no longer permitted to ask his partner to the dance floor then how ever will he manage to sweep her off her feet?" With a smile he stepped up the pace, whirling and twirling Davina about as if she weighed nothing more than a downy feather.
She was silent, for a time, and let him lead; and was surprised to find out how smooth he went about it. Dainty flower, she was not, but he treated her as such and there seemed to be no rigid bone within his body.
It only served to irritate her even further, but then again, a man like him would always be a natural irritation to a woman like her. He needed to know his place, but for now- she had to bide her time.
"I can assure you, dancing is not the way to win the affections of a true Hellvion lady." In fact, dancing, more or less, was a bore. The steps were too easy, to pristine, too prim and proper. Naturally, she was also flawless at it, but the cunning shine to her eyes showed forth some truths to what she might be thinking. After all, she had very deep, dark green eyes; like mystical, jaded glass.
"No?" he replied, amused. "Do tell then. How is the best manner in which to procure a true Hellvion lady's attentions and affections?" Ithel stared into those eyes and saw the serpent laying in wait deep inside them. He was sure that those tempest eyes like the sea that drowned sailors had damned many a man before him. But he would not be one of them. He would not be drawn in to his death, physical or political. "As I recall it was you that invited me to this dance after all."
Eyes shining with mirth, she continued flawlessly and answered, "Oh, but I have. Accepting was only part of the charm." The charm of a man who needed to know his place. She gave him a curious once over, but feigned indifference. "The ball room is too slow a place for a real dance. But it seems you're smart enough not to decline a lady." She sighed. "Hellvion women shouldn't be an enigma for someone with true Northern blood." She smiled at this and awaited his reply.
"Surely you jest my lady. No Hellvion woman would allow herself to be considered so simple or predictable as to be easily understood, especially not by a man. That would make the game too simple and dare I say boring. We wouldn't want that, now would we my lady?" Ithel smirked knowingly as he twirled Davina around closely as he whispered the last sentence into her ear.
Despite herself, the whispers made her shiver. Oh, she was already loving to hate this man. Yes... she decided she definitely needed to learn more.
Her smile remained smug as they continued on with their dance and she sighed as she dropped her gaze, speaking, "But of course. It's a woman's duty to keep a man intrigued. Lest their relations grow stagnant as unmoving waters. That would never do. I dare say I'd rather die than find myself bond to such a fate."
Ithel's face gave away none of his feelings on the matter. He wanted nothing more than to tell her to die on the spot, for he was far from intrigued or interested. But, the man was not there to find himself a partner. No, he was there to cause a stir and remind Hellvion she had not been forgotten. His family's claim still bore weight and he would prove that in good time.
"Surely there is no worse fate than that. Far be it from you my lady to be left to waste away in such a deplorable manner. Although we can expect nothing less from a thorned flower such as yourself. How your petals dance and beckon while your pollen intoxicates every bee in your vicinity. The men of Hellvion must keep you quite entertained my lady."
Her eyes flashed very briefly like the thorns of his words. But her smile remained, and the dance continued.
"Those could almost be construed as barbed words, my lord," She went on with a sultry little pout. She was hardly angry, more amused and tickled by such a compliment. But my, was he a keen observer. She supposed She shouldn't be surprised her reputation was so well known.
"I suppose I'll take the flowering part as a compliment?" She inclined her head, amused. "I suppose you clearly know so much about me that you might have to educate me on the matters at hand. To compare a woman to a rose and" she thought over her next words carefully as she regarded him. "Men as simple insects... interesting how the rose and bee can both sting. "
She gave him the prettiest of smiles, fake as it was, but the glitter of amusement was truthfully there. She rather liked tart little conversations.
"You see me in a garden,"she wagered. Very clever indeed. She smirked, her eyes dancing at this thought. Hellvion men indeed. Her eyes graced the room. Many of the bees were loooking. But for now? Yes, this 'Hellvion' man would do.
She studied him, still all smiles.
"You willingly dance with a rose, are you not afraid of her thorns?"
"If they have been then please forgive, that was far from my intention to cause grievous insult," he replied effortlessly though completely unfazed. It was a dance after all of more than just body but words as well. Each partner striking and parrying with the intent to sting or to soothe much like flowers and honeybees.
"But you must admit Lady Davina, you are a dangerous flower. Alluring, captivating, and well-versed in the art of ensnaring I'd dare say. I can only imagine the number of foolish bees that were captivated by your aroma with the promise of honey and fell instead into the sticky trap of your sap and thorns."
Ithel spun her away from himself before bringing her close again. "Fear? No. Am wary of? Most assuredly. I have danced with far pricklier and less comely flowers than yourself, Lady Davina. A rose such as yourself simply requires a modicum of respect and care for such a classic and distinguished name. After all, the old names still hold a great deal of weight no matter how far roots travel, is that not so?"
Davina's eyes danced at the grace of his moves, the spell of his steps, and the cunning of his words. It wasn't often she had a chance to be offered a battle of the tongues (unless, naturally, they were the private kind). It was.. dare she admit, refreshing?
"Do you consider yourself a gardner?"
"Oh if only I was but a humble gardener. Life would be so much simpler. The smell of fresh tilled earth, face red from the afterglow, and beautiful flowers all laid to rest in their beds. Sadly I must declare I am but a simple dreamer. A man of vision, or should I say, a man in search of one."
"Oh, how you wound me, and just about every lady here. Dreams.. visions... are those truly not the aspect of a respectable garden?" She countered, twirling away with him in tune.
"Gardens are fleeting. A proper dream though, turned reality. Those are the things that are talked of for the ages. In thousands of years no one will remember or know of a rose or a bee that once did an ageless dance together and marveled at each other's stings. But people may yet remember the thing that they talked about if those things instead of becoming a flower bed became something more. An idea. Ideas are what form the future. And I intend to one day if I am so fortunate, to bring a great vision to Hellvion, one that will serve all her people. Now isn't that a far more pleasant thought?"
As he spoke, her brows climbed. Oh? He was a hungered visionary. Such passion to boast over hopes and dreams to mask a pride. It was.. interesting, but so very naive. She had to wonder the age of him. Perhaps a lot younger than she. Or maybe his words made her feel that much older. Tut. It was all children's speak, which is what then began to bore her.
"It sounds to me that you just seek a larger garden."
All of Hellvion, what was next? All on Connlaoth too?
"And it seems to me you do not approve," he mused lightly. Of course a comfortable noblewoman who puppeteered from the shadows would feel threatened by the notion of change, let alone unbacked, fanciful change. If she only knew...
"What I seek is a garden where all may benefit, is that so wrong to want to nurture Hellvion so that more than her fattened calves are sated? Do sheep and oxen who are the lifeblood of the nation not also deserve greener, more bountiful gardens?"
Now this.. this was not the ambitions she was expecting. But surely, he wasn't serious. Who were they to care for the peasants and their stock?
"That.. is an interesting logic," She mused. She eyed him. What did this nobility care for those of the field? They were not on the same tier in life, as far as she was concerned. In fact, she had little interest on the matter. Why bother herself over the lives of others? Especially, ones so small.
"The Lady is most generous in her polite praise," he chuckled knowing she was anything but. Ithel dipped her then as the music finally waned and their dance came to an end. "Thank you for the company of your dance, Lady Davina. I'm sure you have plenty of other suitors excited for the opportunity to sweep you off your feet. I would hate to keep you from like company."
As she was dipped, she studied his face through a mask of her own. Then inclined her head politely at his words.
"I suppose that's why some are here," She mused. "To dance and mingle and have a good time entertaining the fairer sex in a dance. I can say I've honestly been entertained. "
It wasn't a lie, she had dug into this man with interest and got some information from him she could stow away for later. Whether what he presented would be fruitful or not, only time would tell. All and all, she considered Ithel an interest- she just wasn't sure yet what kind. Fir now, she'd simply plan to prod at his surface with as much charm and pride as she could.
There were, after all, other ways to entertain and mingle.