Arc 712 | Ymiden
Dazzling under the light of the crystal chandeliers, the metallic sheen of vibrantly coloured dresses glimmered in the dim reflection of House Venora's marble floors. Visiting from her home in the wilderness of Burhan, Lorena would have been excited at the prospect of a party if there was more to keep her entertained. Of the Venora family she knew, the boys' company was somewhat grim and the heir of the house despite his arrangement to marry her cousin had always made the lady uncomfortable. His little brother equally so and their Grandma, Lady Ebony never failed to watch her like a hawk. It appeared that her reputation proceeded her. Known as the more spirited of the families, she among all of the Burhan house was known to be the most rambunctious.
Adorned in her favourite pink gown, the girl had sought to at least try to impress the heads of the Venora household. After all, it was a social gathering held to honour the trade between the families and everyone knew how much the Venora family liked to throw parties. Conversation over the breaks had also began to lack, there was only so much she could take of randy middle aged men and clucky, obnoxious old hags. Anxious to escape the Burhan girl inconspicuously crept her way toward the table to grab some of the punch from the neatly laid table blocking the corner, she shouldn't have been having any of course due to the mild amount of alcohol it contained. It had however slipped passed most people's noses, which for the most part had made her life much less boring.
"Would you care to dance my lady?" the voice of a handsome young man, dapper in pink and silver offered his white gloved hand. Pointedly turning to the individual she gave him a puzzled expression and bit her lip, if not for their amazing bodies and finely chosen brides Lorena might have thought the Venora family a tad queer. Their choice of decor was flawless with beautiful rose garlands draped across the walls, accentuating the stain glassed windows. Even the table was a picture of awe, neatly laid with cloths of the finest embroidery she had ever seen. Accompanied arrangement of flowers around the generous and somewhat over extravagant arrangements of food, She could even see her reflection in the silverware!
"What do I get out of it?" Lorena asked, the edge of her mouth lifting into a coy smile. Not very well versed in the way of wooing, the girl had watched others before her and wondered if coaxing them toward you was a better way to seduce them than just going for it.
"My time," he replied curtly, his emerald eyes fixed upon as he stepped toward her "and maybe more." Having worked a little to well, Lorena was taken aback by his forwardness and bumped into the side of the table.
"Sorry... sir," she hesitated, placing a hand to his chest to ease some distance between them "Would you please excuse me? I think I need fresh air." Breaking away from the fierceness of his stare, she averted her eyes toward the floor.
"Very well," he replied with a confused smile, noting her reaction to him. Pursuing her in such a public place would be an offence and although he was a man, had no power over her in the presence of many. He finally let her go and she ran, longing for the touch of fresh air against her flushed cheeks.
Rumour had it that the Venora gardens were a sight to see, at least amongst the flowers she wouldn't have to feign enjoying dull conversation focused around the political woes of the aged. Rushing past the elegantly carved hedges, she could not help but slow to admire the sculpted works of over five Venoran generations. Pace by pace taking in the marvel until she finally stood at the base of a fountain, exhausted of breath. Heels were not the the finest choice of footwear to run in.
Dazzling under the light of the crystal chandeliers, the metallic sheen of vibrantly coloured dresses glimmered in the dim reflection of House Venora's marble floors. Visiting from her home in the wilderness of Burhan, Lorena would have been excited at the prospect of a party if there was more to keep her entertained. Of the Venora family she knew, the boys' company was somewhat grim and the heir of the house despite his arrangement to marry her cousin had always made the lady uncomfortable. His little brother equally so and their Grandma, Lady Ebony never failed to watch her like a hawk. It appeared that her reputation proceeded her. Known as the more spirited of the families, she among all of the Burhan house was known to be the most rambunctious.
Adorned in her favourite pink gown, the girl had sought to at least try to impress the heads of the Venora household. After all, it was a social gathering held to honour the trade between the families and everyone knew how much the Venora family liked to throw parties. Conversation over the breaks had also began to lack, there was only so much she could take of randy middle aged men and clucky, obnoxious old hags. Anxious to escape the Burhan girl inconspicuously crept her way toward the table to grab some of the punch from the neatly laid table blocking the corner, she shouldn't have been having any of course due to the mild amount of alcohol it contained. It had however slipped passed most people's noses, which for the most part had made her life much less boring.
"Would you care to dance my lady?" the voice of a handsome young man, dapper in pink and silver offered his white gloved hand. Pointedly turning to the individual she gave him a puzzled expression and bit her lip, if not for their amazing bodies and finely chosen brides Lorena might have thought the Venora family a tad queer. Their choice of decor was flawless with beautiful rose garlands draped across the walls, accentuating the stain glassed windows. Even the table was a picture of awe, neatly laid with cloths of the finest embroidery she had ever seen. Accompanied arrangement of flowers around the generous and somewhat over extravagant arrangements of food, She could even see her reflection in the silverware!
"What do I get out of it?" Lorena asked, the edge of her mouth lifting into a coy smile. Not very well versed in the way of wooing, the girl had watched others before her and wondered if coaxing them toward you was a better way to seduce them than just going for it.
"My time," he replied curtly, his emerald eyes fixed upon as he stepped toward her "and maybe more." Having worked a little to well, Lorena was taken aback by his forwardness and bumped into the side of the table.
"Sorry... sir," she hesitated, placing a hand to his chest to ease some distance between them "Would you please excuse me? I think I need fresh air." Breaking away from the fierceness of his stare, she averted her eyes toward the floor.
"Very well," he replied with a confused smile, noting her reaction to him. Pursuing her in such a public place would be an offence and although he was a man, had no power over her in the presence of many. He finally let her go and she ran, longing for the touch of fresh air against her flushed cheeks.
Rumour had it that the Venora gardens were a sight to see, at least amongst the flowers she wouldn't have to feign enjoying dull conversation focused around the political woes of the aged. Rushing past the elegantly carved hedges, she could not help but slow to admire the sculpted works of over five Venoran generations. Pace by pace taking in the marvel until she finally stood at the base of a fountain, exhausted of breath. Heels were not the the finest choice of footwear to run in.
