Realistic or Modern Harcourt Ball (Open)

[redroseknight]

"Do not look so dour, my lady, I'm sure that your match will be perfect for you," young Cassandra said softly to the red haired young lady that she was tying the laces of her corset for.

"Oh yes, I'm sure that I will find enjoyment in either a lord who talks about himself far too much or a lady whose thoughts are as empty as Roderick's study right now," she laughed. "Don't worry your pretty little, Cassandra. I'll manage regardless of what I find when we are introduced." Once the woman was finished, she looked to the mirror and nodded. She looked fine, her curls as contained as they ever would be and the dress of an emerald green doing her bright green eyes a justice. She turned and hugged the servant, smiling at how the woman flushed since a lady of her elevation didn't generally show such affectionate gestures to a maid, especially one who had only been serving her for two weeks. Ah, but this was Josephine, a woman who tended to go against the norms of society. Oh, she knew how to feign it, but she would skirt the line so much that most people were unaware of just what the redhead was doing. Sneaky devil.

She smiled a little when she saw the white lilacs that were going to be the signal for her match to recognize her. They were lovely at least, and they gave a nice contrast to the copper hue of her hair. Cassandra helped to weave the lilacs into her hair once the woman had inhaled their sweet perfume, then she was ready to emerge. Lady Josephine used her height, a towering 5'9, to her advantage to try to see where people were located without giving herself away. Sure, it wasn't exactly lady-like to stand behind a corner and peer around, but she was sure that the others gathered at the event were doing similar things out of anxiety.

Not..not that she was anxious. Oh no, Josephine would never be..

Fine. A little. The redhead was just curious, that was all. What person could the lady of the estate possibly match Josephine with when her own step-mother failed for years on end? So far, there was not a definitive answer as she saw no one with such lilacs in the ball room. At least none that she could see. So she stepped inside and was approached by a waiter who offered her a glass of champagne. The redhead readily took it then turned her attention to the scene unfolding. Oh, my, it looked like excitement had started without her! She watched the events unfolding, arching a curious brow. It seemed as if someone had taken too many drinks of their champagne. This early in the night? Oh, that promised for quite an event indeed, and the mischievous sprite looked forward to it!

 

[Breathless]

Matthias smiled as Ezra went off on his passion about clocks. The most motivated kind of people were always the passionate ones, a truly great quality to have in one's lifetime. What relieved him most was when Ezra enjoyed the fact that Matthias had a childish nature to him, and even told Matthias, that he too loved climbing trees. "Wow, Ezra to say I am impressed that you still haven't lost the childhood joy's is an understatement." Matthias really felt like he, and Ezra could be great friends, and didn't mind saying it aloud. "At this rate, I truly believe we can be the best of friends. Also I have gave up finding the tea, I don't think they would have something so casual at a place like this. Let us go waking at this fine time of night."

Then with humor Matthias added in a deeper voice, "If you dare." He laughed a bit at his childishness. He really wasn't thinking of the rest of his future. He wasn't thinking about marriages, and how nervous he was. Ezra had accomplished seeing Matthias regular side, instead of his uptight "Fancy" demeanor. With this Matthias would actually talk about himself, and leave out some of the usually required conversation starters, such as "How is your family" or "What got you into clocks"

Although with a bit of twisting those fancy words, they could make great questions later, Matthias thought.

 

[Jess Buck]

Not even minutes after Molly had left, Rosie heard a loud thump as a woman fell to the floor, seemingly unconscious. Her eyes widened and rushed over to help. As did quite a few other people. Rosie began quickly signing but stopped midway. Molly wasn't here so she couldn't translate for her. Damn it all...maybe that girl did serve her purpose. But why did she have to be to terribly dull. Focus Rosaline! There's an unconscious girl in front of you. Rosie looked around for Molly, for pen and paper, anything, but could not find it. She sighed. Alas, she was no use in this situation. While others tried to lift the girl and help her to a couch, Rosie carefully and slowly moved away from the scene. Too many cooks in the kitchen it seemed.

She turned on her heel and was meet by a lovely sight. A rather tall woman in a green dress with gorgeous red hair had just walked into the ball room. And what was in her hair? Lilacs! Was this the girl Rosie was betrothed to? Suddenly her heart leaped in her chest. She was not prepared for this, and Molly still wasn't- A tap on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts and she turned to see Molly standing next to her. Rosie sighed, with relief or frustration she couldn't tell.
"Why are you staring at that woman Miss?" Molly asked. Rosie did her best to subtly point out the lilacs in the redheaded woman's hair.
"Don't you see the lilacs Molly? I think she's the one I'm betrothed to..." Molly furrowed her brows.
"No Miss...Your lilacs are purple....her's are white." Molly nudged her a bit with a sly smile "She is beautiful though isn't she?" Rosie flushed and batted Molly's elbow away.
"Enough of your teasing." She looked back to the woman with white lilacs in her hair. She was beautiful. The green dress complimented her red hair gorgeously. And the white lilacs added a nice touch. She sighed, but with relief or disappointment she wasn't sure. Molly nudged her again.
"Miss, you know you can still introduce yourself." Rosie contemplated her words and nodded a bit. And with that, the two approached the very tall woman in front of them.

Rosie gave a polite curtsy and began signing which Molly translated as she went. Although Rosie couldn't stand her personality, she had to admit, the two of them had gotten into a good rhythm at gatherings.
"Good evening. My name is Rosaline Adler. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Is all Rosie had said, but Molly kept going to explain their situation.
"Young Miss Alder lost her hearing as a child and now requires a translator. My name is Molly, and anything you'd like to say to Miss Alder I will translate for you."

redroseknight

 

[Coyote]

Frankie was a little slow when it came to getting ready. He spent some time making poses in the mirror. Then he debated whether or not he should have a drink before going to the ball. After that he had to pick out what he wore and god knows he’s bad at that. He considered each clothing item carefully, painfully aware of whether or not the outfit matched. He took another moment to consider whether it would be ok to have a drink now. He looked at the bottle of his family rum on the desk by his bed. They wouldn’t mind he brought his own, right? More for everyone else. He snatched it up after he finished tidying up his bright red bow tie to go with his dark tailcoat and pants.

Francisco made his way out of the room and began walking down the hall. Did he do his bow tie right? More importantly, he needed a glass for his rum. He began to hear voices coming from the ballroom and felt his excitement begin to well up from within. He stepped into the room, and that was when he remembered. He forgot the flower.
“Mierda...” he said. Was it too late to go back? He was already here. Surely it couldn’t hurt to
“Would you like some champaign, sir?” a waiter offered him a glass. Frankie froze up. He suddenly cleared his throat and spoke with a heavy accent, “No, sank you, ehh.. señor. I have brought my own.” He holds up his own bottle. The waiter looks at him expectantly and Frankie felt the awkwardness loom over him like fog. “Now?” he asked. The waiter held out the glass. “If you would like, sir Day La Roe-sa,” the man said. Frankie nodded and took it. He poured himself a glass and downed it. Then he handed it back to the waiter and began to make his way out of the ballroom. “Apréstate atención, Frankie. Como puede olvidar el flor, imbecile,” he scolded himself, absolutely oblivious to anything that happening around him. More and more he began to think finding a boxing ring somewhere in the city and just skipping out on this whole arrangement.

 

[MToki]

Standing in front of an overflowing bookshelf was a disheveled Lucas, searching his collection for a distraction, when in came his mother with his enthusiastic younger brother trailing behind. As Archie made himself comfortable on the bed, his mother casually went through his wardrobe.

"Everything will be fine, mon beau, you worry for nothing. I'm sure your husband will be wonderful. And if he isn't, your father only wants an heir and once that's achieved, you can do as you like. Divorce, drink, follow your dreams, have an affair if you want to, the marriage wasn't built on a solid foundation after all. As long as you have a child, this anxiety is simply wasted energy." With that, she whisked him away from the bookcase, sitting him down at his desk, getting him ready for the ball.

An hour later he'd emerge. Well dressed in a simple black suit, appearing as confident as he always was, trying desperately to keep his breathing even. His nerves were bubbling high, not at all reassured by his mother's words. Things after that went in a blur. The talk with his father, the packing of his bags, the carriage ride to the manor. Soon he was there, with his father lecturing him about the family business and spouting off marital advice from every midwife in the country as his bags were being unloaded. When it was time to say goodbye, his father gave him a clap on the shoulder and told him to make him proud. His mother brought him into a tight hug, and whispered in his ear about a cabin in the Swiss alps that papy owned for 'emergencies'. With a kiss on his forehead and a final good luck, Lucas was left to his own devices.

He went into his bedroom, organized his books and simple drawing supplies, then tucked a flower, some sort of Lily he figured, into his breast pocket. He looked in the mirror, adjusting the poor flower more times than necessary, before he decided that he was doing more harm than good. Sweeping a hand through his hair, Lucas knew there was no point in waiting. With a polite smile perched upon his lip, he left to the ballroom.

When he arrived, Lucas thought a lot about the ball and what is betrothed would be like, but he definitely didn't think or expect to see a lady passed out on a couch with a maid and a very obviously intoxicated woman fretting over her. Not knowing exactly what to say or do, he approached the lady in danger of tripping over her own feet.

"Miss, I don't want to intrude, and this is very clearly a distressing situation, but may I suggest that you sit down?" Lucas put on his most respectful tone of voice as he addressed her. His mother had always said to talk to intoxicated people as if they weren't drinking a little too much, because 'everyone believes that they can handle their drink, and sometimes it's easier to treat them that way'.

Ghostiiys

 

[Ghostiiys]

While Adalia was trying to help the girl who passed out she almost did not hear the voice of a someone behind her. "oh!" She turned around to see a very handsome man in a simple black suit and noticed in his breast pocket they did not have the same flower. She sighed slightly relieved but when he suggested that she sit down she realized how dizzy she did feel. " I think you might be right, haha this is very embarrassing!" Once she realized that the girl on the couch was being tended after by the maid she turned around to formally introduce herself to the man.

"I do hope she is alright. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to her. " She looked at the woman laying on the couch and sighed. She felt like everything was not going as expected. "My name is Adalia, Adalia bronze-hill.. Pleasure to make your acquaintance even under these circumstances!" she laughed slightly before looking around. "Well if you will excuse me.. I think I am just going to get some fresh air." Adalia did a small curtsy and left to the gardens where she was presented with a glass of water before sitting outside

"My parents would be so disappointed in me right now. " Adalia sighed as she swirled the glass of water looking at the contents inside, the liquid churning around, while the soft wind blew on her skin. Being so nervous would undoubtedly make anyone act in such a manner that they normally wouldn't behave like. But at least she was feeling a bit better. Maybe after a couple of glasses of water she would sober down a bit and join the ballroom festivities again.

MToki

 

[redroseknight]

The redhead had her attention drawn from the scene when she was approached by a beautiful woman in a long, lilac gown. The purple lilacs in her hair was a wonderful compliment to her blue eyes, and she hummed a little in disappointment that this was not her betrothed. Ah well, hopefully her betrothed was equally as pretty to look at. If so then the redhead might be able to try to overlook their flaws. Josephine had no faith in the system what so ever since she had met her brother's match. God the woman had been as dull as a doorpost...though on retrospect...so was her brother.

Ah, so the girl was deaf. That was something that sparked the redhead's interest since she wondered what all had been said in the girl's presence, counting on her being unable to read lips. Oh, if she could then she no doubt could write volumes of dirt she had on the court. And the mischief that could be done with even a small amount of that information being spread to just the right people...

"It's completely my pleasure, Miss Adler. It bodes well for this event if the first person I meet is so charming," she laughed, extending her hand to the other woman. "My name is Josephine Needham, though, since you have been so kind. I'll give you the permission to call me Josie," she teased with flash of those cat-like green eyes and a grin.

Jess Buck

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Melissa's eyes quiver as she slowly comes to. Where am I? What happened? Why was the ground so comfy? Her eyes widen in shock as she remembers what happened. She tries to sit up, but she felt Mika's hand on her forehead. The girl turned her head and smiled as her best friend and maid. She wanted to speak, but the running had taken everything out of her. "Mi...Mika," she mouthed unable to speak.

The girl turned her gaze to the others in the ballroom and a crimson blush covered her cheeks. Did she...pass out in front of potential suitors? How could she have failed so soon? She felt some tears come to her eyes and she quickly covered her face with her arm to block anyone from knowing tears had formed. Melissa used her other hand to gently squeeze Mika's hand like she had done so many times before. They were best friends and...and Melissa loved her, but they were worlds apart from each other. They could be nothing more than friends.

 

[Coyote]

Frankie grumbled to himself all the way back to his room and picked up the flower. He messily shoves it into his breast pocket and stomped out. He popped open his bottle of rum and began to drink it. Maybe if he drank enough, he wouldn’t worry so much about this meeting anymore. And wouldn’t worry about his family as much either. Of all the times to leave home and travel across the ocean, this was quite possibly the worst. But enough of that. Frankie took another swig in an attempt to drown out those thoughts and a smile began to break into his face. With half a bottle left and a young night to live through, there was plenty to be festive about. Some folks, however, thought differently. He spotted a girl sitting with a sad look on her face. Frankie frowned and began to walk over.

“Good evening, ladies,” he greeted them before he knelt down in front of Melissa. “Who hurt you?” He asked abruptly, completely oblivious to the rest of the situation. “Is there a man I must...” he stopped to retrieve the word he was looking for but failed, “hit with my fist?” He asked. Frankie has been to plenty of parties. He’s hosted a few himself. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, was seeing anyone having a bad time. Although to be fair, this wasn’t his party... and he wasn’t home... and maybe this was none of his business. Frankie gave Melissa an intense stare not because he wanted to find out who to fight, but because he just became aware of how utterly ridiculous he sounded, approaching a woman he didn’t know, in front of women he didn’t know, in a ballroom party that wasn’t his, in a country that wasn’t his, asking to fight a man he didn’t know, in a party where he’s meant to meet his future wife. Frankie’s brain activity looked something like...


Sgt Gomez and anyone near her

 

[NighttimeForest]

To say he was feeling relaxed was an understatement. Who knew he'd find someone at such a place that shared not only his interests, but his childlike ways. He had hopes that who he was to be betrothed to would find such enjoyment also. However he did not want to push too much of an image onto whoever it was as it was not right for him to do so. "The feelings mutual, both being impressed and being the best of friends. I'd very much appreciate it if even after this concludes that we stay in touch," to have someone he could write to would be wonderful.

He has written in the past, though it was simple to his customers which of course there was the professionalism behind such letters. Having someone who wasn't a customer to write to sounded much more enjoyable. "I suppose this place does wish us to drink some more fancy things," he looked at his own glass as he said this. A pause before he downed his glass. "Honestly I only drink socially," he realized that there wasn't really maids around, and he wasn't sure what to do with said glass. "Ah, I'll come back for this," as he said that he set the glass onto one of the tables supporting flower and took care to make sure it couldn't be bumped off.

With the glass free from his hand he smirked when the other asked if he dared. "I certainly do dare, I think I see a nice way out up ahead," he motioned to a door down the hallway which from the glass adorned on it Ezra could tell it certainly didn't lead to a room. "Let's see who can get to it first shall we?" as he said this his feet started to run off after the door. He certainly didn't want to fully run, in case it'd make the staff worry about who was doing such a thing in a fancy place like this. Although he probably shouldn't be doing such a thing in a place like this.

 

[Breathless]

Matthias nodded his agreement as Ezra spoke. "I would love to have a pen pal. Make that a promise." He smiled as he thought about writing letters, he hadn't written an actual friendly letter in years, and was willing to do so now. He simply waited as Ezra went to set his fancy glass on the table, before giving him a thumbs up that he was ready to leave this place momentarily.

"I don't drink mostly because of the taste, I find that tea's, and juices are best for my taste buds." As soon as he said that Ezra challenged Matthias, well Matthias certainly took it as a challenge. Matthias raised an eyebrow, and smirked, the race was on. Matthias was at an advantage because Ezra didn't fully run, but Matthias was not ashamed of his running. He took off really fast, almost losing his Cala Lilly in the process. He glanced behind him to see where Ezra was at, and if he needed to up his speed.

He never thought in a million years that he would be running through the most fanciest building, while he was supposed to meet his betrothed, but none of that really mattered at the moment. He was having a grand time, and he hoped his time here would be filled with fun, and breathtaking memories. He couldn't wait to tell his mothers all about his experience. He just knew they would get a kick out of it, thinking about his mothers his heart tightened bit, he never really left their side for long, let alone three weeks.

 

[Alvaris]

Lord Elijah Ainsley

Elijah looked in the mirror before stroking his mustache. A smile crept to his face as he thought about what his mother told him before he'd left, "Get rid of that mustache," she said and was adamant that "women hate kissing a face with so much roughage". She further insulted him by calling it a mouse. He hadn't noticed she'd placed his straight razor among his bags and even left a note regarding her distaste for it.

Elijah took a deep breath, his mustache did not look like a mouse. Not a puny little mouse, more robust and strong. A strong mouse. Shaking his head he smiled. Soon enough he was clean shaven and dressed in his deep blue suit and white button up shirt. Elijah tousled his hair, frowned, and then neatened it again. He was by far other thinking everything, or was he? Marriage wasn't something to be taken so lightly. He stepped back and shook his hands. These nerves were bothersome and he found no reprieve from the twisting of his stomach. Elijah straightened his tie and pinned the flower to his breast pocket.

Elijah smiled, his stomach still tight. He moved out of the bathroom before facing the door, his hands balled and his breathing heavy. It felt like yesterday he was staring at the grand carriage his parents purchased. The same carriage that whisked him away to this point in time. The place he'd meet his wife. Elijah would have preferred to ride out here himself, but his parents insisted he take the carriage. They told him the carriage was an anniversary gift for them and not for him to take here, yet the carriage was here with him. They were too much sometimes, but that's why he loved them.

The feelings he had during the carriage ride returned. He rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes focused on the door handle. Elijah took a step toward the door before he touched his hair, fixed his already straight tie, and felt for the flower on his chest. He was ready in a physical way. Elijah opened the door and stepped out. The more he walked the more conflicted he felt. His excitement was competing with his nerves, a battle the latter was winning.

Elijah moved through the halls until he arrived at the grand ball room. It seemed as though most people had already arrived, which made him feel more out of sorts. Nerves hardly ever bested him. Maybe a drink was what he needed. He entered the room and headed straight for something to quench his thirst and shake these nerves. On his way, his eyes betrayed him as they scoured for a matching flower. He scooped up a glass and took a sip, feeling warmer than he had moments ago. He pulled at his shirt collar. How attractive would it be to meet your future spouse as a sweaty mess. He gritted his teeth, irritated at how his body managed his nerves. He finished off the glass and grabbed another before moving toward the doors that led to the garden.

Hopefully he'd be able to relax a bit and cool off before continuing his search.​

 

[Jess Buck]

Rosie prayed to whatever god was listening that her flush was not noticeable to the stunning woman in front of her. Not only did she look gorgeous, but she had a personality! Something she found so rarely in the company her family kept. Not to say her father and step mother were boring but...well to say that they were boring. She took the outstretched hand and shook it politely.
"Then I suppose you may also call me Rosie, Josie." She chuckled to herself, their names rhymed. Rosie looked around the room before continuing "Gorgeous isn't it? I've been to my fair share of balls and palaces but I've never seen one quite like this." Rosie was awful at small talk. As much as Charlotte had tried to teach her it just didn't help. She never knew what to say or how to leave an awkward conversation. She hoped to god that she was boring the poor woman. "So...what is it your family does?" She asked, trying her best to keep the conversation going.

redroseknight

 

[NighttimeForest]

His companion on the other hand took off. He looked over to see them easily passing him, clearly he was a competent competitor and Ezra certainly couldn't hold back if he wanted even a slim chance of winning this race. Throwing his worry to the wind he sped up, trying to at least be close to his competitor as he did not want to be fully left in the dust. Despite his best efforts he simple couldn't get past Matthias and he was rather impressed by that fact. He wasn't the most athletic, although he made sure to not always stay in his chair at his work, but he also wasn't someone who wasn't use to running especially in the night.

Laughing as he make sure to keep up with Matthias he had to admit that he kind of didn't want to head back to the ballroom. When they reached the door that would lead to the outside it was clear that Mathias won. Ezra was grinning as the race was put to an end. Slowing down he let out his breath before trying to regain his normal speed of breathing. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't have expected any less," he ran one of his hands through his hair, forgetting that he was at a formal place and more than likely just tousled his locks out of place.

Moving to the door he opened it to show the outside world. "Well you won the right to head out first. After you," Giving a bow as he said this. "Though I suppose that's a bit of a weak prize. How about this, if you ever get into a spot that you wish to get out of since well this is a rather..." he wasn't sure how to put it to not be insulting. "Fancy establishment, I'll come to your rescue. You need only to say my name and that the moon looks lovely this time of year so I don't assume you need me in regular conversation,"

 

[Breathless]

Matthias smiled as he got Ezra to run faster, and to his surprise Ezra really did put up a great fight to win. He didn't think someone that looked as fancy as Ezra did, was able to simply forget about responsibilities, and be human for a bit. It made him smile, and put a little bit more faith into humanity. He knew people were good, but this was just amazing.

As they reached the door, and stopped to calm down, Ezra politely opened the door for Matthias to walk out into the chilly night. "Much obliged Ezra, and I think I might just hold you to that." He laughed, and walked out the door, patting Ezra on the shoulder. He was glad to have made a friend already, who knew he could actually do that. He looked around once again in awe at the gardening that the place presented. He knew flowers were absolutely gorgeous, but these flowers looked to be blessed by the gods themselves.

He sighed in amazement, "Ezra, I wonder how much work it took to make this whole place look the way it does. I also wonder if it always looks this presentable, always captured in a fairytale beauty." Matthias shook his head as they walked alongside each other. He knew he loved to ramble a lot about his flowers, so he changed the subject rather quickly. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable, it was just reflex to not talk so selfishly about himself.

"When you make, and fix your clocks, does it give you a better understanding about time? Or what crosses your mind as you build them piece by piece?" Matthias's, Abbott smile once again shone through.

 

[redroseknight]

The woman laughed lightly at the invitation to call her Rosie and how their nicknames were so similar. She could see a flush on the young woman's cheeks, but she assumed it was from either the warmth of the ballroom or the champagne that she had consumed. While she had earned the favor of quite a few young men and women in her time, she was always a little oblivious to just how much her charm could affect others. Her gaze swept the illustrious ballroom and elegant decor, then she gave the brunette a grin and wink. "It is quite breathtaking, but then again, it has to be beautiful enough that it can compete with the people who are being entertained in it."

Josephine took a sip of her champagne then her eyes brightened a little. "My father is of course the Earl of Kilmorey and the Viscount of Newry, but we also breed horses as our staple. My family started doing so because my grandfather was a general in the army, and he was always disappointed by the quality of the horses that were available. So..if you want something done right, you do it yourself," she laughed. "We breed thoroughbreds for the cavalry, and I have a line of Arabians that I favor even if they are far more spirited than most horses." She tilted her head and smiled at Rosie. "Do you like to ride horses, Rosie?"

Jess Buck

 

[NighttimeForest]

Smiling Ezra following after Matthias out to the gardens. As he looked out at the flowers that showed how much care was put into them and he couldn't help but keep on smiling. Everything just seemed to be going good. If he could he'd probably stay out in the garden and chat instead of actually doing this arranged marriage. He couldn't do that however, not with the effort put in to get him married.

"With how everything looks I'd say a great deal of effort. They more than likely have team of people dedicated to taking care of each part. Something I admire. Though I can not tell you if it always looks this way I can only hope so. After all, everything should be cared for even when not in use," he did notice the change in subject yet again. He was curious as to why they did that. He of course would answer their question. "In a way I suppose it makes me have a better understanding. I think valuing your time is very important. For if you aren't spending your time on what you want to do, or need to do, then it is a waste. Unlike leftovers of food which you can easily reuse, time can not be gotten back. That isn't to say you can't let it slip by if you so wish. Everyone values time differently and it's important to respect that,"

He paused a bit before continuing "When building a clock I can only think about how it will help people spend their own time. They look at them to see when to do things, or if they are late. If they have time to take for themselves or if they need to plan everything out. It is nice to know that the beauty and intricate design will be admired along with their usefulness. At least I hope so with each clock I make,"

As he finished he still had his curiosity and he supposed with how casual they have been that he could ask it. "Could I be so bold as to ask, why do you switch away from yourself so much? It seems whenever you want to talk about your interests you cut away," he trailed off, not too sure if he needed to add more or not.

 

[Jess Buck]

At the mention of beautiful people, Rosie couldn't help the blush on her cheeks. She knew Josie had only said it in passing but she couldn't help but feel as if the comment had been directed at her. Curse the heart of a hopeless romantic. She did perk up at the mention of horses. Rosie adored horses. They were one of the few creatures Charlotte allowed on the grounds of their estate. When Roderick had first brought home the horses for Rosaline and Charles the two had been over the moon. Charlie had chosen the strong Clydesdale and named him Hercules. Which left Rosie with the simple warmblood whom Rosie named Juliet. For months, Roderick and Charlotte could not separate Rosie from Juliet. She spent ever waking hour trying to come up with commands that she could convey without having to speak. The thought of Juliet made Rosie homesick. She wouldn't be seeing her for almost three weeks! It was the longest she'd been away from Juliet since she had gotten her. Rosie smiled and nodded at Josie's question.
"I love to ride. I have a warmblood back home and she is my pride and joy." She chuckled "It took quite awhile to find commands that worked for the two of us without me having to speak. But it was great bonding for her and I."

redroseknight

 

[Breathless]

Matthias had been listening to Ezra, and gently touching some of the flowers as they passed by them. It was interesting to listen about the way Ezra talked about his clocks, he could tell he really cared about them, and just the fact or thought that he enjoyed what he did, and didn't do it just because he was good at it was a lovely thought. "I never really thought about time in that way. I think it is delightful you think that as you make those clocks. I think after this whole event I should perhaps buy a clock from you my friend."

Matthias's smile dropped for a slight second as Ezra asked him a question he wasn't quite expecting. No one ever pointed it out, they usually just took the opportunity to talk about themselves. To say that Matthias was speechless was an understatement.

"Well, uh.. Haha, no one has ever asked me that before. Here, to put it simply, have you ever met someone that didn't like to discuss their opinions, beliefs, and life? I have not, everyone I encounter seems to enjoy that, and I like to do things that make people happy. People don't like to hear me go on and on about myself, so I don't."

Matthias just looked at Ezra, and smiled while imitating Ezra's fancy words, "If I may be so bold, I must say you are quite out of the norm Mister Ezra Conray." Matthias then laughed a bit. "But in a good way, of course."

 

[Ghostiiys]

Adalia had spent quite a bit outside , slowly getting over the embarrassment of acting so unladylike in front of a group of people. She sobered up quite considerably since then so the memory was all the bit more painful. She put her hand on her forehead and gave out a big sigh before looking up at the night sky. It was very clear , she could almost see the stars sparkle as she couldn't help but smile. She could not lie to herself in that she always wanted to sit next to the love of her life and look up at the stars just like she was doing. But at the same time she could not help but doubt the fact that out of all the people in this world , such a person would be here tonight. Of course she did not want to disappoint her mother and father. And she was not particularly upset by this arrangement. So far almost everyone looked beautiful and in the inside where gorgeous. Everyone had the same feelings of nervousness and anxiety.

It didn't necessarily look like anyone here wanted to wed anyone of higher status or business , even if that was the reason there parents arranged them to come here in the first place. Everyone seems like someone who is like minded.

"well enough of that!" Adalia said to herself before getting back up and patting her dress down , fluffing it back up. She decided that sitting around moping was not going to help her situation at all. And nothing was better then conversing with people to forget about your woes. She started to walk back to the ballroom before she bumped into a man who may have also been nervous and decided to get some air to cool the nerves.

"Ah I am SO sorry , I wasn't paying attention..." Adalia's said before noticing that in his breast pocket he had a Camellia ,just like the one in her ear. Adalia's heart almost ripped out of her chest. This whole night she had been wondering when was she going to meet the mysterious man and there he was the man she was meant to be betrothed to. She couldn't even utter another word. She just stared at the flower and back at his face , then back at the flower.


Alvaris

 

[NighttimeForest]

"I'd be glad to custom make you a clock, you need only ask. Of course after all of this," From the second the other dropped their smile he was a bit worried he said something wrong. He didn't talk though he kept his worried inside, he certainly didn't want to do something that the other would dislike. When his companion did talk he was relieved he didn't ruin the moment. He did however think back to when he talked to anyone he could. It was either his parents or customers however.

He chuckled when his companion used his own words against him. "Well I'm glad it's a good way. Though by what you say I suppose I am out of the norm," he left out how that worried him a bit with meeting his more than likely soon to be partner for life. "However.. I will say that I am certainly not one to want to fully discuss my own opinions, belief and life. I want to have this be mutual. I am more than happy to talk about myself, but it would make me happy if you did the same. After all, how can one say they are truly there for another if they don't take the time to listen?"

"So Mr. Abbott, tell me about the things you enjoy. I want to know about the flowers that you tend to. I want to know which are you favorite and I general want to know about you. Not in some professional way or because I have nothing else to do, but because I'm interested in you," Ezra looked at Matthias with his full attention.

 

[redroseknight]

She noticed the look on her face as she mentioned horses and smiled. Ah, so at least there was someone around who shared a common interest with her. "Warmbloods are such sweet hearts, I have an Irish Draught name Brighid that is bred with the thoroughbreds to produce strong offspring. We still have two of her yearlings and they are very sweet in temperament but have great agility and strength that I try to convince my brother are even better suited for the cavalry! It is a shame that I didn't ride Brighid here so that you could meet her if you favor the warmbloods. I did, however, ride my favorite Arabian, Eira. She is..spirited, shall we say? But she doesn't show aggression, just an impatience. She has a lot of energy and needs to have it expelled before she becomes too feisty. That is why I say that the yearlings we bred from Brighid are even more suited for the cavalry than the thoroughbreds; they keep up with Eira when I race Thomas, my horsemaster," she laughed.

Then an idea struck the redhead. "You know, I have been rather worried over Eira's care since she is quite high spirited." Her gaze moved toward the door of the ballroom that led outside then back toward Rosie. "Why don't we go check on her together? Come on, it will be much more fun than spending the entire night locked up and caught up in dreary conversation! I promise I'll bring you back once you've had your fill of Eira's antics so that we can both deal with our respective suitors...but who says we can't have a little fun first" she asked, that mischievous gleam in her green eyes. She had been behaving for too long, and her suitor was currently no where around. Perfect timing in her mind.

Jess Buck

 

[Alvaris]

Elijah's hand tightened on the glass as he stepped out of the ballroom. He'd watch the two men ahead of him, bolt for the door. Despite the grand place they were in, it made him smile to see someone having fun and getting away from the serious mood that washed over this place. Did they feel the same as him? Desperate to breath air that wasn't so tense? Elijah took a sip and breathed the cool air, it was far more fresh than the ballroom's. He moved toward the garden, not sure if he should interact with the men. The two wore different flowers, which made him feel more at ease. If they were betrothed he would never entertain speaking to them.

Elijah hadn't properly looked at his surroundings until the fragrance of flowers wafted in his direction. Before he had a chance to focus on where he was going, someone ran into him, spilling the contents of his drink onto the grassy floor. That was unforeseen and he wasn't quite ready to be done with it, but he didn't have much of a choice now. At the sound of her voice, he looked down. "No, I'm sorry," he said as her gaze shifted from him, to his chest. That was odd. "I wasn't paying..." He trailed off as his chest tightened. The flower! It was his flower. She was his flower.

Chills ran down his spine and he really wished he had the rest of his drink now. His name, that's what he should start with. What was his name? He cleared his throat, maybe if he started speaking it would come back to him. "It's an honour to meet you." He bowed, at a loss for words, which was odd since words were the essence of his life. "I'm Lord Elijah Ainsley." He extended his hand to take hers. He got that part right. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Gah, he already said that. He wasn't expecting to meet her so soon.

Ghostiiys​

 

[Breathless]

Matthias listened to Ezra, once again noticing how his words were thought about as if he were choosing the best ones. It was insane how Matthias felt like he knew this man for years even though this was their first meeting. He liked that Ezra was out of the norm, and that he liked climbing trees. "Wow, Ezra. What am I ever going to do with you. Over the past few moments of our introduction, you have never ceased to amaze me."

This is different, but I think I can adapt to your requests. "My favorite flowers are called Moon flowers, their real name are Ipomoea alba's. They are extremely poisonous to pets if consumed, and they only bloom at night. How strange to think that even in darkness there is beauty." I have only ever seen one twice, and they are quite the beautiful plant."

"If I was a flower, that is the flower I'd be. I think you would be a Tiger Lily, and I'll leave you to find out why." Matthias smiled for the billionth time, and stopped walking to gaze up at the stars and moon.

"Ezra, if you ever find yourself lonely or burdened with stress, count the stars in the sky. You won't feel alone, and your problem will seem infintesimal compared to the stars. That is my small piece of advice to you."

 

[Ghostiiys]

Adalia almost felt as if she had been impacted by something so hard that her spirit flew out of her body. This moment was too surreal for her, but there was no going back now. They had the same flower and that this encounter was destined to happen , she never really prepared herself to know what to say , or what to do. And she definitely did not want to make a fool out of herself. She put her hand in his as he extended it and couldn't help but crack a smile, her cheeks becoming flushed.

Doing a small curtsy she finally decided to speak up. "Its so nice to finally meet the man bearing the same flower. My name is Adalia.. Adalia Bronze-hill. But you can just call me Adalia" she bit her bottom lip. she was so nervous she couldn't help smiling. She took a good look at the man that was meant to be her husband. He was much taller than her , which in itself isn't a big feat Adalia was only five feet tall. By the way he held onto her hand he felt very strong. And the look in his eyes she could see a very handsome and intelligent person. The suit he wore was well fitted and her favorite color.

"I must say Lord Elijah.. I must be very lucky to be paired with someone so handsome!" she said sweetly, trying to break the ice. " I cant help but feel a bit nervous!" She hope that she didn't say anything too out of line. This was really happening , this was it and Adalia wanted to make the best of it , and she especially didn't want to disappoint her betrothed or make him uncomfortable.


Alvaris