Ball Room - Masquerade

When he said that Renny had demanded that he come she would laugh, setting down her drink, “Well I’m glad she did,” she would say with a shrug, “I need to know how the pup is doing,” she would joke, trying to act as if it hadn’t actually been him that she’d wanted to see. Upon hearing his compliment she would beam, reaching out to gently rest her hand against his shoulder, “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she would say, only to shift back as he finished drinking the contents of one mug of ale before picking up another. She would quirk up an eyebrow as she sees this, wondering why he was drinking so much though she wouldn’t ask. When he finished with his drink and set it down she would immediately grab his hand before he could grab another and drag him out towards the dance floor; she didn’t want to see him get drunk and do something foolish. Not that she wouldn’t mind going back to Sunil, but she didn’t want him in trouble, “Dance with me,” she would demand, sliding one arm around his neck as she continues to hold onto his hand, not giving him the opportunity to refuse.

He thought she was going to absolutely just stop him from doing this and put him down. He didn't know why but it felt like a Regan thing to do? So when she kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck, he was astonished but his body was just too into kissing her that he didn't register it out loud. She surprised him and it was an amazing surprise. To be this close to another human being was nice; he had only read about kisses before. When he leaned back he let his own eyes drift open when they wanted too. Opening them before Regan to see her serene face. When she opened her eyes and just said one word.. A simple 'Hi', his extremely attractive smile spread on his face. His striking eyes looking into her's. "Salutations, my dear." He would tease her in response. "I'm sorry.." He would say quietly to her. Brushing a lock of hair from her mask. "You did so much for me for the last two weeks. I had to come up with something to give back in return for your hospitality.. And well. I don't really own a lot besides books.. And well.. I don't have any of the books on me since I was put in a cell.. I hope that paid off any debt?" He hummed. "Though.. I think I want more where it came from. Should I go do something devious against your brother in law for more kisses m'lady?"

Ciar was rather enjoying herself and the music, and letting it flow through her as though she was made of musical notes. Like her brother, she knew more than just the basics when it came to dancing and she took full advantage of that knowledge. She did not really know that many people, but with the masks it made it easier to let one's guard down and not worry too much about the details. She finally spotted Ina when the small girl smiled her way and it made her heart lift to see the other girl's smile.  Ciar would return a bright smile of her own, glad to see that Ina was enjoying herself. She had absolutely no idea with whom Ina was dancing with, but that made it all the more fun.

Ciar would do her own sort of patrolling in that she would glance to where her brothers were, though it seemed that they had either not noticed her or they did not recognize her.  This caused her shit-eating-grin to once again tease over her lips. Wasn't that part of the whole Masquerade? To try and evade detection from the ones who knew you? She was glad Ina had seen her, though she wondered if she could trick her brothers. Only time would tell!

As those thoughts crossed her mind, her attention was suddenly drawn to a man that approached her and started to dance near her. She noted immediately that he wore a crown, which seemed to give away his station, though she did not know all of the royals and could not place him. His simple, 'Good evenin,' seemed to have an unfamilar accent to her.  However, she had previously partaken of liquid courage, even though only one, and offered him her best smile. She slightly inclined her head to him, to show respect while still trying to maintain "the mask" side of the ball by not doing much further than that.  "Good evenin', m'lord," she said in a friendly tone. Would the Scottish King pick up on her own accent? She was not as tall as the Eastern Irish men, but perhaps she sounded like they did. She would dance a little closer to the man that dared to approach her, unafraid.

When she apologized he could only laugh, “There’s no need to be sorry, my Doe,” he would murmur to her, lifting a hand to brush his fingers over her cheek, “It was not your fault, I was merely disappointed,” he would say with a shrug and a quick smile, careful not to let anybody else see it. Though, when she was in his arms and they were on the dance floor he would deep his head so that he was only looking at her and let a smile tease the corners of his lips once again, “I should not call you a Doe when you look like the perfect lioness,” he would rumble to her, pride gleaming in his eyes, “I should have gotten you the pelt of a lion,” he would say, reprimanding himself. It was his nickname for her after all, “And I can get our child a cub’s pelt,” he would say with a grin, though it would look more like a snarl to anybody that happened to look at him. He wasn’t used to expressing such positive emotions, so sometimes he went a bit overboard with them. But, Llew should be used to it by now, so it wouldn’t freak her out or anything.

Upon hearing her say that she was surprised that he knew how to dance he would shrug slightly, though a cloud passed through his eyes and he suddenly became less jovial, “I had a very good teacher,” he would murmur, though his gaze would drift from Cori to the rest of the room as his hand moved a bit farther up on her back. He somehow managed to put more distance between them even though he still continued to dance with her. He would twirl her away from him, though before he could pull her back he caught sight of something that made his blood boil. Instead of catching the woman back against him he would turn away from her and march towards where his sister was dancing, beside the man that he’d gotten a bad feeling from. He was absolutely livid, and if anybody had asked him right then he would swear that he was seeing red. He approached from behind the man, and somehow he just knew that his brother would be following him. It was almost an instinct that he had developed from being in battle with him for so long; he always knew where Connall was and whether or not he would be there to back him up. So, instead of going up and jerking the man away he would tap on his shoulder and step an inch or two to the side, knowing exactly what was going to happen when the man turned around.