Nyles barely gave the male time to inhale before he was jumping down from his post with a heavy sigh. "Forgive them, my Lord, my Lady," he said, rolling his eyes. "They don't get much in the way of aristocracy down these parts. This is Lord Ferric, the night watchman is Mister Lomb."
Karla glided forward as if she were dressing in a long gown of silk instead of jeans, a sweatshirt, her hair in tangles after a ride on the Winds and another two in Warren's arms. None of that mattered. Ferric, at least, could sense all three of her castes and both of them saw the Ebon-grey hanging from her neck, aglow with an inner fire.
"My Consort is too modest," she said, inclining her head and holding her hands palm-down in front of her. "He neglected to mention that I serve in the First Circle of the Dark Court and he the Second."
Ferric, who had been bringing his hands up to touch palms with hers let them fall back to his sides in shock, prompting Nyles' stage whisper, "You're supposed to touch her palms with yours, my lord! It's Protocol!"
For his part, Lomb just looked happy to have foisted them off onto someone else and was now wondering how soon he could slip away and go back to sleep.
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Date: 2014-07-28 04:35 am (UTC)Karla glided forward as if she were dressing in a long gown of silk instead of jeans, a sweatshirt, her hair in tangles after a ride on the Winds and another two in Warren's arms. None of that mattered. Ferric, at least, could sense all three of her castes and both of them saw the Ebon-grey hanging from her neck, aglow with an inner fire.
"My Consort is too modest," she said, inclining her head and holding her hands palm-down in front of her. "He neglected to mention that I serve in the First Circle of the Dark Court and he the Second."
Ferric, who had been bringing his hands up to touch palms with hers let them fall back to his sides in shock, prompting Nyles' stage whisper, "You're supposed to touch her palms with yours, my lord! It's Protocol!"
For his part, Lomb just looked happy to have foisted them off onto someone else and was now wondering how soon he could slip away and go back to sleep.