#whisperingblade

Me: *looks at own, underwhelming, cobbled together theme*

               “ It is now. ”

Form bowed, clad in OLIVES & awards lining his breast pockets. FRESH leather curls about dexterous digits about those slender of the Spymistress. How VITAL her subtly had proven in months passed, able to feed the information VIABLE to the Initiative during it’s infancy. He’d ponder the finer details at a later date; when the time came so too, would his next move.

Not then, not at the time as the pair passed others for an open location across EXTRAVAGANT ballroom. What fortune would have it; the band providing a serenade to which FAVORED his once mentioned DANCE proficiency. Another offer of courtesy before taking both hand in light grasp, the other seeking his partner's waist.

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                                                  ~★~ 

That was not what she expected at all, but a faint smile crossed the teens face. Even though she was starting to consider not going, but Deande could probably help her find what she was after. “I actually drew something up, but I don’t know if we could work with it.”

Oh good here comes the nervousness, as she held a sketchpad close to her chest. Cheyanne didn’t fully enjoy rough pencil sketching designs out but sometimes it was needed. Biting her lip before holding the pad out to the blonde to the page with the designs she mentioned a moment ago. 

        “ Sadly, fortune hasn’t held me in the highest of regards & the years have done nothing but proven it. I don’t expect it to now, of all times, with our backs against the wall. Though I suppose I’m trying to apply logic to an intangible concept; luck. ”

Armored hand CLOSED about hers, digits coated in MATTE gauntlets further solidified the exchange. The subtle NOD of visor’s dull glare aligning with his words.

Mellka squinted in confusion at the strange language Deande was using.  Not strange as in unfamiliar - she knew Jennerit when she heard it, even if she didn’t understand it - but strange as in weird sounding.

*joins in and offers crumpets*

Mellka was glad she didn’t flush easily, but she could feel it under her collar regardless of whether it could be seen.  “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, insert space-elf cliché here and all that,” she said, casually waving it off with her gauntlet-clad hand, her other hand shoved in her pocket as she shuffled her feet awkwardly.