Ball Room - Masquerade

When he hit on her she would give him the slight cant to her head. Wondering what the playfulness was that was catching on to him. She kind of liked it. Cori had no idea how to play on the facts that she was attracted to him. She wasn't like one of those women that find themselves a man out of just small things. Sure; getting mauled by a cat and having someone save you and get you treatment quickly could do it. But she didn't know if she was feeling just a mere gratitude for a friend. Or if it was something else. But in the end her own comment was not meant sexually. Merely a joke one could say. She could deal with the dance.
His face when she agreed was something she didn't know if she could take every day of her life. But it was a side she had only seen once in him. A side she knew but it was a rare part of him. A part that possibly wasn't so rare before something had happened to him. She had worked on it for the last two weeks. Something Lorcan had been hiding. She wasn't asking either. The only time she saw that expression was when they downed the bear. She needed to see it again. So she had to dance to say her thank yous for his hospitality and the expression he had just given her.

She also didn't expect to end up against Lorcan for a moment. Well; against him and still standing. When he placed his hand on her lower back she moved with him in sync. She didn't try to lead anyhow, because she knew how he was. He was also the Captain and she would listen to him. "My mother is a Lady. She would not let me to a Masquerade if I couldn't dance." She responded. She danced fluently and even though she had a dress on she didn't falter as it swished with them. "I am surprised.. You know how to dance Captain." She would speak to him and her eyes would be in his of course.

After placing the mug back down on the table he would grimace when he heard somebody’s voice next to him, looking over to the woman that his uncle had brought along with him. He noted that he was around the same age as he was, though the only significant thing that came from it was that she shouldn’t be calling him ‘lad’. He wasn’t a boy, nor was he much younger than her if he was even younger than her at all. He wouldn’t usually be irritated about such things, but considering the circumstances he wasn’t entirely blamable. “I wasn’t intending to get drunk, lass,” he would mutter, putting emphasis on ‘lass’, before turning to lean back against the table just as she had, “And besides, it wouldn’t be any business of yours anyways,” he remarked, though he immediately felt bad about it afterwards. He couldn’t do the whole being rude thing; his conscience would tear him apart, so he would try to tack on a joke at the end, “Unless my uncle has sent you to babysit me or something? You don’t quite look old enough for that,” he would say, emitting a low chuckle that actually sounded rather natural despite it being forced, “I assumed that if he ever found me a babysitter that she’d be some old nag with grey hair.”

Nessa hadn’t intended to stay in the South, but she’d left her home the previous night on her way to the north but had received word that the man that she was supposed to squire under was going to be attending her sister’s wedding and the events that would happen afterwards, including a tourney. So, she’d come to the Southern palace instead of going straight North, figuring that it had been her decision to make anyways. When she arrived she was told that the masquerade was in progress and had immediately grown excited. She lived for music and dancing, and there wasn’t a time that she would turn down the opportunity to attend a dance like this, nor would she turn down the opportunity to see what individuals might have worn. Luckily, she’d brought a lot of things with her, and thus had the perfect dress for such an occasion. One of the kinder servants had given her a plain masquerade mask and helped to pin up her hair before sending her on her way to the ballroom.

Once she reached the doors she would stall for a moment, staring at them. As she had walked here she’d realized that her sister would most likely be here, and that wasn’t necessarily something that she wanted to deal with; as she thought about her family she would tentatively lick her bottom lip, the taste of blood reminding her of her departure from Pearblossom. But, she was here already, all dressed up and ready to go inside, so she didn’t figure that she really had a choice in the matter. After another moment she would shake her head, a laugh bubbling out from between her lips; she was being ridiculous, and she knew it. So, without further ado she would shove open the doors, only to gasp as they hit something solid without having been opened very far. She would squeak and quickly slip inside to face the thing that the door had hit, even more shocked to find that the thing was actually a person…a rather tall person with bulging muscles, she would note as she looked up at him, immediately realizing the fact that he could probably break her in half if he wanted to…but that wasn’t false for very many people anyways. “I’m so sorry!” she would say, obviously distressed.

Upon hearing the man say that she looked beautiful tonight she would laugh softly, only to positively beam at him when he commented on Morgan making her happy, “She really has. Don’t tell her this but I think I’ve gotten pretty lucky,” she would say, acting as if it was some huge secret. Upon hearing him talk about the wedding ceremony she couldn’t help but laugh softly, “Morgan’s vows were…the best I’ve ever heard,” she would say honestly before shrugging slightly, “With mine…honestly, I had rehearsed something to say but when it came time to actually say what I’d planned my mind went blank,” she would admit with a shake of her head, though she was clearly amused, “I was just hoping that I didn’t sound like a complete idiot,” she would say, grinning wildly at the man. When he spoke about fighting she couldn’t help but laugh, “I don’t have to worry about that. All I have to do is pout and the fight will be over,” she would joke, though she knew that it was partially true, “Honestly, though, I don’t think I could ever forget the way that I feel about her,” she would admit, letting her gaze drift away from Nic and towards the rest of the room, landing on a tall woman dancing with who could only be Quinlan. She immediately knew that the woman was her Morgan, and a look of complete adoration would flutter over her face. She watched them for a few moments before turning her attention back to Nic, “So, where is this court that I’ve heard so much about?”