Post by The Master Tactician on Jun 25, 2013 0:12:14 GMT -5
Cracked lips pursed behind his shroud, drawing his lined face down into a contemplative scowl. "You'll forgive me if I cannot permit you to travel without security. You are a capable woman, but I should never forgive myself if you were in any way harmed due to such an oversight on my part." The statement rang out genuine. Beneath it lay the issue of a looming political nightmare should she somehow come to harm in Noxus--but it would be impolite to call attention to the fact, and so he left that much for her to infer.
"Allow me to appoint you an escort. I assure you, my men are flawlessly trained and should not interfere with your enjoyment of the city." Crimson eyes glanced briefly to Alexis, the weight and heat of the Grand General's eyes palpable in that moment, even if she did not lift her gaze to meet them. The pointed glance seemed to indicate that this chance to tour the city with the Maven of the Strings was a privilege indeed: a chance, if anything, to prove her worth or inability. The strong prove themselves through their actions; the weak waver and fall. In that moment, eerily, the maid might almost hear her master's voice in her head.
At her yawn his brows raised briefly, almost grateful for the gesture. "I hope you've enjoyed the meal, Maven. Whenever you are ready, your guide will escort you to your suite." Perhaps this closing statement was a bit too firm and sudden, but by now his face had gone pale with growing nausea; sweat had begun to form a sheen upon his pallid forhead. The sooner Alexis could escort his guest from the dining hall so that he could retire to the lavatory to vomit the better...
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on Jul 2, 2013 14:36:28 GMT -5
Alexis shivers before she can stop herself- it feels almost as though the General spoke directly into her mind, just by looking at her. Can- can he do that? Her surprise is suppressed under her mask of polite subservience. To travel with the Maven while she's on such an important visit is quite an honor, and- the fact he's trusting me with it? She stores her pride away for a later time, her expression composed as she can make it.
Post by Maven of the Strings on Jul 2, 2013 18:41:16 GMT -5
Sona's cheeks redden just slightly, likely from the influence of both alcohol and embarrassment. Her words flow across the page in response- though her hand pauses as she feels the small shudder of the maid beside her. When she looks up to the girl, she's met with a comforting smile, seeming to say 'I'm fine' despite the lack of words.
/Of course, you're right- my apologies, I should have thought of that. I'll gladly go with whatever security you appoint me, General./ A sheepish smile crosses her face before she produces another yawn. /The meal was lovely, sir- I expect we'll see each other at a later point./
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on Jul 2, 2013 18:41:40 GMT -5
Alexis nods in response to the unspoken cue she's been given, and steps aside to let the other servants take away the Maven's plates. Hoping that this doesn't go too directly against her training, she writes out a small note.
/I'll show you to your room now, ma'am, if you're prepared./
The General's words echo through her mind, though she's not certain where he's said them before. The strong prove themselves through their actions; the weak waver and fall. I suppose I'll have to prove myself, then, she decides, determined to ensure that Sona's stay is as pleasant as she can make it.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jul 4, 2013 0:34:24 GMT -5
"Certainly," he rasped over the clinking of plates being cleared from the table. Crimson eyes drooped closed briefly as the Grand General drew in a steadying breath, followed by another bronchial wheeze. He turned his head from his guest to hide the knit of his brows and coughed into the crook of his elbow. When he had composed himself, he clasped his hands and waited for her to rise.
Under normal circumstances, the Master Tactician would have stood as she got up from the table in observation of decorum. But tonight he remained seated, desperately willing down the urge to vomit. He swallowed a gag as he watched her rise, crimson eyes flicking briefly between the maven and her escort. "I shall endeavor to join you for dinner again on Wednesday evening. Until then, enjoy your stay in the hold and your tour of my city, Madame." The slight nod of his head indicated she had been given permission to depart the dining hall.
Post by Maven of the Strings on Jul 4, 2013 23:58:43 GMT -5
The Etwahlist stands from the table with trained grace, despite the rare use of her legs. As she does so, the Maven searches his face, the neutrality of her expression only marred by the concern in her gaze. It's more difficult than she'd anticipate to hide it behind a polite smile. I suspect concern is the last thing he'd want, at the moment.
To offer him a moment of privacy, Sona turns to the maid, placing a finger under her chin. In suspicion, those silvery eyes turn to steel, soon to be assuaged by the gentle upward tilt. There's a brief scratching on the page of Sona's notepad, and she passes the note to the younger woman before writing another, this time to the General.
/I would be very glad to join you again, sir./ With that, she hooks her arm lightly into Alexis', and nods, ready to be led away from the hall.
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on Jul 4, 2013 23:59:45 GMT -5
She can't help but raise her eyebrows at the note she's been given, but passes a paper-thin smile to Sona in return. /For all intents and purposes, while we travel, you shall be my equal./ It was- perhaps not a bold statement to make, but certainly a new one to Alexis.
The arm which is suddenly linked with hers draws her from her thoughts, as well as tracing a thin layer of pink onto her pale cheeks. The last time a guest did this, she- wasn't nearly as refined, though just as lovely. If Alexis hadn't grown up obscuring her emotions, then there would have been an interesting series of them crossing her face at that moment.
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