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{How rude.. >_>}

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Four breaths. A voice began beside him, his head turning a little more towards the vague direction of it. Five. He gave the person a small nod before turning his head back to face across the large room. Six.

Lady Lavella soon appeared through a bustle of people, wielding Sparrow's cane. It looked more like a short sturdy walking stick really, strong enough to knock a man clean out without breaking. Secretly in the inside was a metal blade to make the stick stronger and less brittle, but it could also be flicked out to produce, in effect, a spear with a short blade.

Seven.

Lady Lavella made a quite click click with her heels as she approached Sparrow and the woman sitting next to him. Her head tilted to the right slightly as she took in the woman's appearance before she gave him an odd look.

With a small smirk she took Sparrow's hand and placed his stick into it, making sure that he helt it the right way and the end was on the floor before leaning close to his ear, effectively hiding herself from the woman.

"You should ask her to dance." she whispered into his ear, giggling slightly before straightenning her mock-father's collar.

Seventeen. Sparrow frowned slightly at the feel of the wood in his hand and at the familiar voice in his ear. He gave a light sigh at the young woman's giggle before giving in to the request and turning his head in the vague direction of Reine.

Twenty-one.

"Would you like to dance..?" he murmured out the question, not at all wanting to, but choosing to keep the young Lavella happy.

"Well I did enquire if you wanted to miss..?" Sparrow murmured, trying his best to be polite and leaving a gap at the end of his sentence to see if she would give a name, eyebrows raising into an almost quizzical expression.

Twenty-nine.

Offering Reine his hand, Sparrow pulled himself up to his feet. Thirty-two.

The young lady Lavella gave the man a happy little smile before turning and looking around for someone or a group to join, seeing as Sparrow now had someone to dance with.

James D'Aulaire drifted away from one of the buffet tables, a flat expression in his eyes. This really was terribly tiresome. Oh, certainly, there were attractive young women, and indeed, there was excellent wine, but there were places he would rather be. Things he would rather be doing.

His gaze drifted across the guests... young Lady Wilhemina, just married to the Duke of Cornwall's heir, and as exceedingly plain as ever. Lady Alice, unmarried, the daughter of the Duke of Sussex, with a head full of silk and chiffon. It made him sick. Oh, then you had the Duke of Exter's Daughter, Lucille. In spite of that fat old fool's best efforts, a freak like her would never be married. She was doomed to live out her days with too many cats, and the local children calling her a witch.

Thinking of Downey, where was the bumbling old fool... James normally went out of his way to aviod the gasbag dressed in a gentleman's clothing, but the night would not be complete without him here...

Ah, there. Of course. Following the sherry-butler. Where else?

He watched Downey bustle past ... Raistin, wasn't it? The blind one. Yes, Raistin. There was the lovely Lavella, as brainless as any, but better than most and...

Who on earth was that? She was beautiful, she was richly dressed, and she wasn't giggling like some wine-sodden fool. Very interesting...



((Good day, all -- Flynn here, using one of my many other accounts. I'll whatever fits in with your plans, Yun! If you need the offending lord, still, not what Ryn Shar has so graciously left us, I would be delighted.))

Reine smiled warmly at the man. "Moseur Raislin..." She repeated softly to herself. Being sure she would remember it. "Well, Mosieur Raislin, thank you for this dance." She said with a bow of her head to show her gratitude. "It is far too kind of you to do so. Even if that one woman seemed to have made you." She said iwth a gentle giggle of a laugh, her sapphire hues turning to peer up at the man.

Reine gave a warm smile and heartly laugh. "That's good to hear. How old is she?" She questioned, tilting her head and placing her right hand at his shoulder out of habit - waiting for him to start the dance.