Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Jan 22, 2014 0:55:51 GMT -5
Eric grinned despite his fears, taking her hand from his shoulder and leading her further down the waterfront to a separate set of stairs. "Then meet me, in the Southwater town square at the fountain. Its the one with the horses, you know it? Two days from now, I'll be there waiting." He raised his hand gently to Tianna's cheek, looking past her to the lights and sounds in the distance. "Bring whatever you can, and we'll leave all this behind. Go. You'll be missed. I'll be ready." Eric kissed her cheek before stepping away. He turned, facing the empty street and fighting the urge to look back. He had preparations to make, and just the thought of waiting, of wondering, would drive him mad. Eric started walking, one foot after the other, holding on to her last words to him. If she could trust him, then he could do the same.
The atmosphere of the party had changed. Not everyone had been affected, but Jarvan IV couldn't help but worry. Those who weren't talking quietly among one another threw curious glances from table to table. Jarvan IV walked confidently, not showing the growing concern he felt. The mood affected Liliana as well, and she became quiet as if listening closely for some unknown threat. A dance had never elicited such a reaction before, and he hardly thought it made sense to think his dancing had something to do with the scandal on their lips.
When Lord Daysworn called out, Jarvan's gaze snapped in his direction. There was anger in his eyes and in his voice. His thin smile disguised little as he announced his... their departure. Looking between her and her father, it was easy to the see their resemblance and the strinking difference that came over Liliana as her father stepped forward. There was an urgency in the air that Jarvan IV chose not to fight, and he simply nodded. With that they were stepping quickly away, and to a sudden urge Jarvan turned to say as they walked away, "I enjoyed meeting your daughters tonight. Goodnight Lord Daysworn." He gave Liliana a winning smile as they left, still blind to the events that had taken place.
He watched them go before heading to the Dukes table. He found Wenly, sitting at the bale with a pained expression. He was unhappy at having been left at the table with a Duke and not a scrap of common ground, remarking dismally that Eric had obviously found some beautiful end to the night and left them both behind, hinting several times that he might have found some similar engagement if not stuck in the noble section of the party, drinking over awkward silence and questions about the Princes habits. That last bit only surprised Jarvan slightly. To his displeasure, Wenly stated emphatically that he had no idea what rumors were passing around, which he turned into yet another victimization of the nights events, letting go of his drink reluctantly.
Whatever happened, Jarvan IV took a lot more to think about from the nights events than court gossip.
The atmosphere of the party had changed. Not everyone had been affected, but Jarvan IV couldn't help but worry. Those who weren't talking quietly among one another threw curious glances from table to table. Jarvan IV walked confidently, not showing the growing concern he felt. The mood affected Liliana as well, and she became quiet as if listening closely for some unknown threat. A dance had never elicited such a reaction before, and he hardly thought it made sense to think his dancing had something to do with the scandal on their lips.
When Lord Daysworn called out, Jarvan's gaze snapped in his direction. There was anger in his eyes and in his voice. His thin smile disguised little as he announced his... their departure. Looking between her and her father, it was easy to the see their resemblance and the strinking difference that came over Liliana as her father stepped forward. There was an urgency in the air that Jarvan IV chose not to fight, and he simply nodded. With that they were stepping quickly away, and to a sudden urge Jarvan turned to say as they walked away, "I enjoyed meeting your daughters tonight. Goodnight Lord Daysworn." He gave Liliana a winning smile as they left, still blind to the events that had taken place.
He watched them go before heading to the Dukes table. He found Wenly, sitting at the bale with a pained expression. He was unhappy at having been left at the table with a Duke and not a scrap of common ground, remarking dismally that Eric had obviously found some beautiful end to the night and left them both behind, hinting several times that he might have found some similar engagement if not stuck in the noble section of the party, drinking over awkward silence and questions about the Princes habits. That last bit only surprised Jarvan slightly. To his displeasure, Wenly stated emphatically that he had no idea what rumors were passing around, which he turned into yet another victimization of the nights events, letting go of his drink reluctantly.
Whatever happened, Jarvan IV took a lot more to think about from the nights events than court gossip.
