Dark Messenger

"Have I spoiled it for you?"

Heels and armored layers clicked as his lithe legs traversed the space between them. The white of his garb looked stark against the surrounding night. His hair, the color akin to the starlight, fell into its usual elegance about his features as he posed himself at her side.

She understood quickly enough. Learning about this emotion would take time. It was like learning a spell. One could not start with the strongest (or well, they shouldn’t as she’d learned quite intimately). If she could understand these people well enough, she would be able to move higher to the next tier, invited to something far more complicated, a higher class of people. Mannerisms would be much more difficult then, and she would have to be able to discern tones far more than she could now.

"This place does not suit you," she agreed. Although there were plenty in suits and ties, and other strange things that she hadn’t seen even the nobles of Treno wear, others did not seem as … polished. 

"The leading lady is ever astute despite her innocence. Look how quickly she seeks to fine tune her focus. Such things are easier said than done... I am nonetheless indulgent. What conclusions have you drawn thus far?"