Lydia V Grey
Allrose
Lydia V Grey
She had been taking the time to inspect the juice through the glass itself as if there were some hidden secret in the substance that she were tryin to discern. If she was in any thought at all it was abruptly interupted with an erruption of excitement. He came flailing and falling in her gneral direction. The action of her body was very swift but precise reflex to step to the side to avoid the consequence of the gentleman's fall.
As he tried to right himself the glass she held was set down on the table. The cloth napkin held in her other hand came up to gently dust away any debris that may have settled on the wide eyed fellow who stared speechlessly at her.
She spoke for the first time since her arrival. The words wisping forth like the refrain of forgotten melodies of the spring zephyrs. "One need to be more careful where they step. The butlery can not keep up with the pace of the diners and thier refuse."
The man was a bit surprised that he was not scolded for being so clumsy, or screamed at for not watching where a foot is taken on the ground, or as how he entered the ballroom and making things silent for a short while. Instead, he was given a soft, delicate, though a little dark-like in the tone (sounds as if she has been through some times), word of advice. With that, her sweet heart had captivated him.
The man flustered himself up slowly on his wayward feet. From being speechless, he was able to mumble a "Thanks" but the woman already walked off. Seeing how he was just ditched, he fell back on his butt, legs sprawled on the floor, and had his hands on his head.
"Crap."
Left the man's side to procure a chair from a nearby table. She returned setting down the heavy mohogany piece of furniture. Once more the napkin dusted, but this time it was over the uhpolstry of the seat. She would help the gentleman who had fallen off the floor and into the chair before stooping so she could study his face more carefully.
"Are you hurt? Do you need some water?"
The man's eyes perked up seeing how the lady has not left him quite yet.
"Hm? Ah, no, no need for such concern. This happens to me a lot of the times, I believe my body has gotten used to it."
The man looks at the chair that she was offering.
"But...it might be best if I do rest awhile. The last thing I wish to do is ruin everybody's night by my clumsiness."
He carefully avoids the remains of the bananas he slipped on, and takes the seat with a sigh of relief.