Early
Sir Sunrise
Mattias H. Gladstone
Looking to her glass, the realization on just how parched he'd become in this climate hit him. While his cousin began to speak, he'd bring his own glass up and wet his lips for a moment or two; the near empty glass quietly clicking against the wooden table they sat at and a content but hushed sigh leaving the man. "Secret passages?" He asked with his voice suppressed low enough as to not draw in attention, yet the smile he wore proved well enough that the sort of antiques she'd been up to were well within his interest. "You never bore, Camille." Giving a light scoff after the compliment, he'd lean back further in the sturdy chair and let out a deep breath.
Unbeknownst to himself, Mattias had been rather stressed ever since his arrival. He wasn't the type to set out and enjoy the company of others, especially considering how awry this whole ordeal could go should something bad happened. He was far from his comfort zone, and considering he was one of the only introverts in the family, these sort of gatherings were still slow to adjust into. That being said, now that someone he was more familiar with was around it seemed this whole meeting was all the more positive. "What's in my satchel? Well, you know--" About to deflect, he'd be saved by the bell.
"Well, if it isn't my most handsome cousin." Mattias spoke out upon noticing the approach of Andrew, the familiar voice not only immediately alerting him but also acting as a perfect scapegoat given the current situation. He'd stand momentarily to greet Andrew, his right arm extending to clasp at the wrist of his younger yet now larger family member. He remembered well when both Andrew and Camille were still young. Andrew was close enough in age where they'd actually gotten into quite a few 'boyish troubles', as their parents would refer to them as. Certain damages, or dangers to themselves, but nothing too extreme. As the elder Mattias was expected to set an example, but he was also the type to try and trick his cousins into believing whimsical tales such as Dragons existing in their neighboring forests, and things of that nature. Needless to say, he wasn't an ideal prospect for leading by example.
Finding his seat again after shaking hands in the typical fashion, Mattias would simply roll his eyes at the comment from his own blood. "Oh come now, Andrew. I already feel guilty enough from mention of my presence by Camille. If Tenebris comes in here saying the same I just may have to move to Astrya myself as to avoid anymore discussion on my absence." He spoke with a slight pout and clear sass in his tone, feeling bad enough already. "As for seeing me in a local tavern, I wouldn't rule it out. Though you know me, I also can't exactly say it's true either. Hence the sticking to water for now." Mattias added with a pained chuckle, his headache still slightly there and now clearly present upon his attempt to recall the night prior. Damned if he could, Mattias was beginning to think he'd attempted a drowning in a cask with how foggy the past few nights are. Lifting the glass, he'd take his final drink of what remained.
It's as he now finished his glass of water he'd set his eyes on a servant to get their attention for another glass. Not quite up for eating a sugary treat like Andrew, he'd focus on hydrating, requesting a cup of mint tea from the woman as she approached while also getting his glass filled with the still cool water. After which, it just began to set in how quickly the chamber was filling. The Queen seemed ready to go, like himself she looked out into the room. Most others engaged in conversation just as he'd previously been. "Say, you two. Where is the king?" He asked of his cousins, wondering if he'd been out of the loop and missed an important announcement.
Looking to the two again after his question, now seeking an answer, he then saw how Andrew was sitting. The casual posture and relaxed demenor wasn't something he didin't approve of, it was simply where and when it was acceptable. Raising an eyebrow as he looked then to Andrews foot hooked into the table, Mattias began to speak in a faux polite tone. "Camille, for my Aunt Lilli and your mother would you be a dear and please kick his feet out and make him sit as the crown prince should be before anyone notices him acting like a vagrant among all the ruling figures of this continent?" He spoke with a slight snap at the end of his sentence, almost trying to subtly scold and remind Andrew himself that this was definitely not the place for such an outward image. They could later on go and be crude at the taverns together, but Mattias wasn't going to let down the Giroux family and not speak up. Though realistically, Mattias himself wished he could feel as relaxed in this company as Andrew seems to be.
Looking to her glass, the realization on just how parched he'd become in this climate hit him. While his cousin began to speak, he'd bring his own glass up and wet his lips for a moment or two; the near empty glass quietly clicking against the wooden table they sat at and a content but hushed sigh leaving the man. "Secret passages?" He asked with his voice suppressed low enough as to not draw in attention, yet the smile he wore proved well enough that the sort of antiques she'd been up to were well within his interest. "You never bore, Camille." Giving a light scoff after the compliment, he'd lean back further in the sturdy chair and let out a deep breath.
Unbeknownst to himself, Mattias had been rather stressed ever since his arrival. He wasn't the type to set out and enjoy the company of others, especially considering how awry this whole ordeal could go should something bad happened. He was far from his comfort zone, and considering he was one of the only introverts in the family, these sort of gatherings were still slow to adjust into. That being said, now that someone he was more familiar with was around it seemed this whole meeting was all the more positive. "What's in my satchel? Well, you know--" About to deflect, he'd be saved by the bell.
"Well, if it isn't my most handsome cousin." Mattias spoke out upon noticing the approach of Andrew, the familiar voice not only immediately alerting him but also acting as a perfect scapegoat given the current situation. He'd stand momentarily to greet Andrew, his right arm extending to clasp at the wrist of his younger yet now larger family member. He remembered well when both Andrew and Camille were still young. Andrew was close enough in age where they'd actually gotten into quite a few 'boyish troubles', as their parents would refer to them as. Certain damages, or dangers to themselves, but nothing too extreme. As the elder Mattias was expected to set an example, but he was also the type to try and trick his cousins into believing whimsical tales such as Dragons existing in their neighboring forests, and things of that nature. Needless to say, he wasn't an ideal prospect for leading by example.
Finding his seat again after shaking hands in the typical fashion, Mattias would simply roll his eyes at the comment from his own blood. "Oh come now, Andrew. I already feel guilty enough from mention of my presence by Camille. If Tenebris comes in here saying the same I just may have to move to Astrya myself as to avoid anymore discussion on my absence." He spoke with a slight pout and clear sass in his tone, feeling bad enough already. "As for seeing me in a local tavern, I wouldn't rule it out. Though you know me, I also can't exactly say it's true either. Hence the sticking to water for now." Mattias added with a pained chuckle, his headache still slightly there and now clearly present upon his attempt to recall the night prior. Damned if he could, Mattias was beginning to think he'd attempted a drowning in a cask with how foggy the past few nights are. Lifting the glass, he'd take his final drink of what remained.
It's as he now finished his glass of water he'd set his eyes on a servant to get their attention for another glass. Not quite up for eating a sugary treat like Andrew, he'd focus on hydrating, requesting a cup of mint tea from the woman as she approached while also getting his glass filled with the still cool water. After which, it just began to set in how quickly the chamber was filling. The Queen seemed ready to go, like himself she looked out into the room. Most others engaged in conversation just as he'd previously been. "Say, you two. Where is the king?" He asked of his cousins, wondering if he'd been out of the loop and missed an important announcement.
Looking to the two again after his question, now seeking an answer, he then saw how Andrew was sitting. The casual posture and relaxed demenor wasn't something he didin't approve of, it was simply where and when it was acceptable. Raising an eyebrow as he looked then to Andrews foot hooked into the table, Mattias began to speak in a faux polite tone. "Camille, for my Aunt Lilli and your mother would you be a dear and please kick his feet out and make him sit as the crown prince should be before anyone notices him acting like a vagrant among all the ruling figures of this continent?" He spoke with a slight snap at the end of his sentence, almost trying to subtly scold and remind Andrew himself that this was definitely not the place for such an outward image. They could later on go and be crude at the taverns together, but Mattias wasn't going to let down the Giroux family and not speak up. Though realistically, Mattias himself wished he could feel as relaxed in this company as Andrew seems to be.