"Please, Miss Treyburn, we have only but met. It wouldn't be prudent to call on you by your first name considering we are but acquaintances." Though he hardly seemed angered by it, he did appear a bit surprised she'd suggest addressing her by her first name and by the time the conversation turned into Illi spewing out her hatred of politics, Davishire could not help.himself but laugh, and laugh loudly. Many nearby dancers turned their heads to take in the rare site of not only Lord Callister DANCING, but laughing as well.
It was Davishire's turn to shake his head.
"Do notworry yourself over such a trivial manner. Half the.lords and ladies on the dance floor only begrudgingly support the Grand Duke and his new rein of terror and the other half came in hopes to really believe life will absolve back to normal." He scowled at.the thought. "But don't worry yourself over me, miss Treyburn, I am not a man who condones the vulgar tactics of.playing war amongst my peers using vulgar means to make myself
appear any better than I am.surely not. So do not think you in any danger," and the last part was said in a scoff, and if she might catch it quick enough, a smile.
As Davishire and Illi danced and conversed, Davina.turned their way with a
coy.smile at Jana's comment.
"Ah, I
see.you've spotted
my.brother, Lord Davishire. He's the tall, irritable wolf and dancing with him I do believe is oneof.the Treyburns. Pity his first dance in ages is with that plain looking girl. Though as his sister, I suppose I should only have to worry were anything there so.serious. After all, we have to keep our breeding well, do.we not? And as far as I'm concerned, she's too beneath him anyway, what with
my.brother being the heir of the duchy of Hellvion and all. Though perhaps
it.is good he is practicing his charms on lesser nobles. After all, charming my brother surely is not. But dare I ask why you're curious
of.my brother? He is, after all, a simple, refined wolf in pretty clothing."
And Avery wouldn't have to suffer long before a lone woman came rushing his way, seeming to be nothing more than a blur of white and red and feathers. Though it seemed the young lady was to simply dash right past the group, the large Narwhal turned and stepped ontop of the running woman's train of her dress;an action of such that halted the young woman clean in her tracks. She gave a gasp and whirled around to spot Mrs.Ophen.'s heel pinning down the flowing and far too long of a train, and the red head was quick to anger as she gave a few hefty tugs to the lace.
"Mrs.Ophen!!" The red head huffed, while still tugging on her dress. "If you'd be kind enough to move your heel..."
But no matter how many times the red head
tried.to get the narwahl's attention, it was to no avail. Some how the large woman didn't hear her pleas (though to be fair, she was not in the woman's field of vision) and kept on about the poor atrocity that was Avery's cousin.
Winifred, who was the reluctantly captured red head, continued her.attempts to gain Mrs. Ophen's attention as she.grew angrier and more infuriated the longer it took her attempts to gain Mrs. Ophen's attention, to fail. It wasn't until Winifred was practically screeching the woman's name did the narwahl turn to catch the young lady out.of the corner of.her eye, which was at the same moment the train of her dress up and ripped free and the girl went tumbling right into.Avery's arms! And it seemed all that could be seen of her were the soft angel.wings on her back and her cascading,
vibrant.red hair as she clung onto Avery.while the other two women, for once in their lives were speechless.
It took Winifred but a moment to sober in the moment as she slowly peered up at the man she had been awkwardly flung at while her entire face was flushed and her pretty hair, in disarray. And for that moment, she too, knew not what to say as her chest rose and fell as she attempted to catch her breath, looking as agitated as ever and appearing anything but the.sweet.angel her.costume dictated her to be.
