[OOM] Eiattu - Palace

[fighting_mad]

Princess Isplourrdacartha Estillo is in a Mood.

She has been pressed into wearing a dress. This is bad enough in and of itself, but the green gown has a train that she keeps nearly tripping on, and also involved are: makeup, earrings, high-heeled shoes, and some sort of weird styling substance in her short hair. She looks beautiful; she feels a fool.

Train gathered up in one hand, she stalks through the palace, two members of her Guard following at a safe distance. She hardly notices the startled palace staff and assorted courtiers that she passes as she makes her way down several levels, toward the Great Hall. She was already annoyed enough to have to take time out of a very busy schedule for a formal supper with assorted nobles and high muckety-mucks, and this evening seems to be intent on raising her blood pressure by the second.

She veers from her path; throws open a set of old-fashioned wooden doors and steps out onto the small balcony, into the heavy Eiattu night air. She whirls back and barks, "Come out here and I'll vape you!" at her bodyguards.

She doesn't have a blaster--can't fit even a holdout anywhere under this kriffing clingy thing-- but they don't know that. The man and woman glance at each other, then hurriedly close the balcony doors to wait in the corridor inside.

Plourr leans on the railing, looking at the bright lights of Eiattu's bustling capital city through the low-hanging leaves of a courant tree, and she grits her teeth.

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[eiattu_pride]

Rial raises his glass, beams, drinks, and chokes slightly.

Apparently one should let the pain dry on one's moustache before drinking anything. At least it's non-toxic.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr keeps a straight face. Somehow.

"Thank you," she says, then glances around. "So? Where's the food?"

Cue some nervous laughter from the table, and conversations slowly start up again. They're still not quite sure what to make of her.

However, the servers also start serving, so. Score.

[eiattu_pride]

Mmm, food.

Rial eyes her.

"I thought girls - women - were supposed to not eat, or something."

[fighting_mad]

She contemplates kicking him under the table. Regrettably, it is a wide table. And high-heeled shoes won't do the damage of boots, anyway.

She settles for deadpanning, "Yes, Count. We subsist on nothing but air and demure eyelash-fluttering."

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"Isn't she a dear," says the Duchess after a brief, quiet conversation with her husband, now laughing uncomfortably. While shooting her son a look that says you are in big trouble, young man.

[eiattu_pride]

"Well, it's very possible."

Grins, and delicatly spears a piece of meat, turning to the Duchess.

"A firecracker, Mother. Happier with a weapon in hand. Or have you not hear the stories?"

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"I have heard plenty of stories," she says calmly, glass of wine dangling elegantly from her fingers.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr is rather pleased at being referred to as a firecracker.

"I hope they were the good ones," she says, answering smile just as calm.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial raises an eyebrow.

"There are bad?"

[fighting_mad]

She looks to him across the table. "No, but the especially good ones are the ones that didn't actually happen."

[eiattu_pride]

He laughs out loud.

"So the one about the krayt dragon...?"

[fighting_mad]

"Who says the one about the krayt dragon didn't happen?"

[eiattu_pride]

"I thought it was pretty good."

Smirks

"And it seemed a bit farfetched."

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"Are there any stories that do not involve bloodshed, Isplourr?" asks the Duchess Pernon with some distaste, using the childhood nickname. "I believe most are hardly suitable for dinner conversation."

[fighting_mad]

Her eyes harden just a little at the se of the name, but the face doesn't change. "Please, Duchess; do enlighten me on what is suitable for dinner conversation." Her words are cool, but could ostensibly be taken as serious.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial snickers.

Then carefully rearranges his features into something resembling polite attentiveness.

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Gror Pernon is not a stupid man; he knows the furiously polite look in his wife's eyes (the one directed for a half-second at their be-painted son, then mostly at the tall young woman who is glaring politely right back). He steps in.

"I am certain that discussions of etiquette can wait for another opportunity, my lady," he says to his wife. She shoots him a look, but falls silent, and the conversation turns to a spirited discussion of Eiattu and its future, one involving most of the nearby diners, that continues right through the third course of the meal.

[fighting_mad]

A conversation that involved some rather frosty rejoinders between a certain princess and a certain grand duchess. Still, no tempers are lost outright, and Plourr is in her element, discussing the mechanics of various speeders with several men seated near her. She gestures and talks, arguing stubbornly but laughing often.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial watches her with something like a goofy smile on his face.

It's times like these that he really does love her.

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The duchess taps her wine glass with a salad knife, hard enough that one might start to worry for the safety of the glass. Conversations and goofy smiles everywhere are rudely interrupted.

The duke nods to her in stately thanks. "I do believe there is a reason that we are all here."

[eiattu_pride]

Rial shifts slightly, catches Plourr's eye.

:D?

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"Synna and I," with a look to his wife, "are pleased to formally announce the engagement of Rial and Isplourrdacartha." He finally cracks a smile, as small as it is. "It has been a long time coming." He raises his glass, and the duchess does, too, beside him. "To Rial and Isplourrdacartha." Everyone at the table choruses their agreement, toasting the pair.

[fighting_mad]

Okay. Maybe Gror at least isn't so bad. Although she still doesn't regret having punched him in the face.

Plourr folds her hands in her lap, resists the urge to run her hand through hair that still feels utterly foreign, and she does smile. If faintly.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial's watching her, looking almost concerned.

"Plourr?"

[fighting_mad]

She glances up, asks a somewhat confused, "What?" under the cover of courtiers still clinking glasses.