As if by miracle, Darius paid little attention to Muijh or Miss Makeo, only giving a short and distracted greeting as his attention was focused entirely upon the Duke. A’ih simply walked around the back of the throne and reclaimed her position beside her master, emotionlessly nodding her head again.
“Darius Fallstone; greetings, greetings and all that. You called for me, fair Duke of the Isles?†he asked, an almost frightened tone in his voice but his face only showing inquiry.
“Are you still attempting to make sales?†the Duke asked with a frighteningly still expression and calm tone.
“Er…now that you mention it, yes I am. I do dearly apologize, however! It just gets-â€
“Darius, you need not worry so much about your business right now. Now, I have something I need your assistance with and if it goes well, I may need to make a large addition to my next purchase from your supply.†As he calmly spoke, the Duke Rhett drew an elegant, diminutive record book of sorts and began writing on it with a quill stored inside.
At hearing the last part, the man’s face quickly gave way into a brief shock of disbelief that was predictably expressed in his last statement. There was also a level of pride and relief mixed in, something that could only be achieved with a man like Darius. “Well, well! I thank you profusely for seeking my succor when you have so many others to choose from. Whatever it is, I shall manage it with such expertise you would think it only a trifle to my skills.â€
“I would expect no less of thee, Mr. Fallstone. Here you are, and please, do refrain from grieving my guests with your persuasive marketing fashion. They only have so much money after all,†the Duke replied with a chuckle and a striking grin as he silently removed a slip of paper and handed it to the man.
Darius quickly read over it and gave a stylish nod of his head, though appearing more silly than anything due to the peculiar mustache. Giving an exaggerated bow, he gave a wolfish grin to both of the Miqo’te ladies and headed off into the crowds again.
“Oh, how he runs on. I had begun to believe he would not relent!†remarked the Duke when he had finally vanished, laughing again.
The young Hyur girl had taken her chance and found her way to another secluded table while Darius was being withheld by the Duke of the Isles. Her attempt at seating herself was very awkward due to the aches she was suffering and though she could resist the urge to whimper, the wincing could not be avoided. Though, to great relief, sitting down alleviated the pain well enough for her to think about other things.
The comment about her acting was still stuck in her mind, but she was suddenly too tired to feel hostile about it. She was more inclined to just let it go right now. At least all of her training on how to hold her tongue had prevented her from doing something foolish just then and she had not made an unwarranted enemy of someone; even if it was some moron she figured was trying to act like royalty or something.
As she slouched back in her chair slightly she looked down at her dress again. The racy, low cropping of it had been a terrible, terrible idea. Though, looking at herself in the reflection of the glass, she had to admit she made it look appealing at least.
Modest still would have been better.
“Darius Fallstone; greetings, greetings and all that. You called for me, fair Duke of the Isles?†he asked, an almost frightened tone in his voice but his face only showing inquiry.
“Are you still attempting to make sales?†the Duke asked with a frighteningly still expression and calm tone.
“Er…now that you mention it, yes I am. I do dearly apologize, however! It just gets-â€
“Darius, you need not worry so much about your business right now. Now, I have something I need your assistance with and if it goes well, I may need to make a large addition to my next purchase from your supply.†As he calmly spoke, the Duke Rhett drew an elegant, diminutive record book of sorts and began writing on it with a quill stored inside.
At hearing the last part, the man’s face quickly gave way into a brief shock of disbelief that was predictably expressed in his last statement. There was also a level of pride and relief mixed in, something that could only be achieved with a man like Darius. “Well, well! I thank you profusely for seeking my succor when you have so many others to choose from. Whatever it is, I shall manage it with such expertise you would think it only a trifle to my skills.â€
“I would expect no less of thee, Mr. Fallstone. Here you are, and please, do refrain from grieving my guests with your persuasive marketing fashion. They only have so much money after all,†the Duke replied with a chuckle and a striking grin as he silently removed a slip of paper and handed it to the man.
Darius quickly read over it and gave a stylish nod of his head, though appearing more silly than anything due to the peculiar mustache. Giving an exaggerated bow, he gave a wolfish grin to both of the Miqo’te ladies and headed off into the crowds again.
“Oh, how he runs on. I had begun to believe he would not relent!†remarked the Duke when he had finally vanished, laughing again.
~*~*~
The young Hyur girl had taken her chance and found her way to another secluded table while Darius was being withheld by the Duke of the Isles. Her attempt at seating herself was very awkward due to the aches she was suffering and though she could resist the urge to whimper, the wincing could not be avoided. Though, to great relief, sitting down alleviated the pain well enough for her to think about other things.
The comment about her acting was still stuck in her mind, but she was suddenly too tired to feel hostile about it. She was more inclined to just let it go right now. At least all of her training on how to hold her tongue had prevented her from doing something foolish just then and she had not made an unwarranted enemy of someone; even if it was some moron she figured was trying to act like royalty or something.
As she slouched back in her chair slightly she looked down at her dress again. The racy, low cropping of it had been a terrible, terrible idea. Though, looking at herself in the reflection of the glass, she had to admit she made it look appealing at least.
Modest still would have been better.
