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Postby Alice Endor » Sat Jan 06, 2018 2:42 am

70th Zi'da, 717Continued from here.

She watched him watch her, his eyes catching at her every curve and her smile grew wider.

"I know who you are," Alice said, admiring his tangle. A delicate wisp of curiosity, bright and golden; touching it, she strummed. The strands, spun fire and shinning, wiggled under her spell. They breached the depths, swimming in the shallows of his mind, weighing over the vibrancy of his thoughts. "The most beautiful of all the roses, right?" She laughed, crisp and clear as cold sunlight.

Her eyes flickered to the painting, "He's a talent. I mean, the king wouldn't have hired him otherwise," She encouraged the artist's discipline, her fingers lying on his shoulder, steeling his resolve. "But when has a painting ever done a Venora justice?"

"I'm Alice Endor," she sighed, like the name was a weight she'd be desperate to push off. "Bears. Can you believe it?" Alice asked, her voice echoing into the higher timbre of incredulity. "I tried desperately to have them change our coat-of-arms to anything else when I was younger. A horse, I asked. A willow tree, I begged. I even considered the mountains, once." She'd paused, taking another look at the portrait. "He is quite good at this," Alice allowed her lips to curl into a grin. "Isn't he?."

"And what about you, Lord Venora? Were you always proud to be a rose?"
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Postby Andráska Venora » Sat Jan 13, 2018 11:06 am

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Alice was confident, there was no denying that.

In fact, she watched him without reproach, direct in her charms, “The most beautiful? Am I?” he laughed, “I’m sure my cousin would vehemently argue against that, but, I suppose he’s not much of a rose anymore.” An Oakleigh. Andraska had not given the power move much thought, as it confused him and seemed so… far away from his current focus. It suddenly occurred to him how much he missed Tristan and hoped that maybe he would see him later… But for now… a woman watched him and that was interesting enough.

The painter moved in quick strokes as Andras listened to Alice’s disappointment with her own house. “You don’t like bears? No, no…” he smiled, so curious he wanted to stand up. He almost did, but caught himself and gave an apologetic glance as he remained in his chair, “Bears are good. I would’ve appreciated that house more growing up…”

“With roses on all my things and a name like Andraska, I had more than a couple fights growing up with the other boys. I’m not sure things would’ve turned out quite the same had I been an intimidating bear. But I suppose a mountain isn’t so bad either…”

“When I was younger, I didn’t want to be a noble boy at all. I wanted to run around with the servants, and wrestle with the stable hands. They always had the best games, while I was forced into my lessons. Oh, I envied them.” His curiosity made him want to talk, to tell her things and to ask questions in kind. It was an interesting phenomenon, as he had been dreading the social event on the way there, “I envied the knights too, but then again,” he chuckled softly, remembering his time in the hand. He had wanted to become the Lord Commander. Such a far distant memory now, “I didn't know any better. Patrols in Saun, wearing full armor… There's not much worse.”

Andráska's green eyes had lightened up, feeling only a stray sense of melancholy before he shook it away just as fast and scooted forward in seat, “Would you like to dance? When I can move again, that is.”
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Postby Alice Endor » Mon Jan 15, 2018 11:01 pm

Her laugh echoed his; she smiled because he did and her voice matched the trickle-sweet baritone with shot brass and chimes. "And do you think I would win that debate?" Alice thought she would, but there wasn't a time she'd bet against herself. The scandalous Duke of Oakleigh was a rumored beauty, but even her imagination couldn't compare against Andráska Venora.

"It isn't that I don't like bears," She pursed her pink lips into a pout, dour with thought, "I just don't like the idea of being thought of as one, you see," she paused, a curated effect, her attention distracted by the pretty, cold yellow in his tangle. Curiosity, she'd found, was one of the easier emotions to strum. Naturally staying, and if pricked enough, Alice could make it into something more lasting. "Roses are pretty, although they carry thorns. The Scales weigh justice and and the Wolf is noble." Carefully, artfully, she navigated into his brilliant tangle, pushing aside dull colors for anything bright like attraction or happiness. If he felt nervous, she would make him bold. "And what is a bear? Besides strong? Angry and hairy and sleepy."

She wasn't being fair, and she knew it. Her parents, or her cousin, especially him, wouldn't have cared to hear her speak against their emblem.

"I envied boys, when I was younger," she offered him a softer smile, "I was bored to death by dresses and dolls. For all I wanted to discard the Bear, I wanted so desperately to be able to fight. Alice had fought a losing battle. She'd screamed and ran around the dinner table, butter knife in hand, demanding her release into the open fields at the valley below her mountains. "I think I wished to be a knight as well, but I suppose I made out in the end. Full armor in the heat of Saun sounds like torture."

The artist cleared his throat, a rough, slick sound. "My Lord, if you please, I have finished your portrait."

Alice clapped her hands, "Oh how very quick he is!" It was a delicate piece, pastels and light captured in a handsome face. The background bled with shadow and watercolor. She didn't know much about art, but she liked the painting and that was all that mattered. "I would love to dance, M'Lord. I would warn you I have been told I have two left feet. I hope a Knight such as yourself would be willing to brave the danger?" She smiled, a bastion of charm and play. This is the woman she would be tonight, for him.
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