Re: [PM to Join] What am I Bid? (Antra, Ana, Abe)
Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2021 9:10 pm
29th of Ophus, 2719
The Green Parlour, Briarwood Hall
The Green Parlour, Briarwood Hall
"Ah, I never thought I'd leave either! And yet," Ana laughed, leaning in for that particularly Bastian style of greeting. She was, truly and genuinely, rather pleased to see Umberto. Despite the rather disastrous (if informative) circumstances of her attempt to call upon him in his home. And even if it were in circumstances such as this, the auctioning off of some of her parents' priceless antiques.
Well, circumstances were circumstances—she surely wouldn't let them deter her from being a good hostess. Gracious Lady, no. However her relationship had been with Mother and Father, there was the Steerpike name to consider. And her own, to boot! She laughed again, something of a sparkle in the gold of her eyes as she pulled back.
"Of course it is. What is worth doing at all is worth doing well—this is just as true with wine as it is with anything." She let a little mischief enter her expression. "It's good to see you as well. And—my!"
The parlor was rather awash in familiar faces today. Two of them, at least. The smile she graced Ms. Ixbridge with was a touch tilted, compared to the one she had given her cousin. She had always liked Abeline, much as they'd clashed in their school days. No—because they so often found themselves at odds as students. The woman was singularly strange, just as eccentric as her Bastian cousin, from the bridge of her nose to the tip of her rather masculine shoes. Eccentric was much, much better than dull, in her estimation.
There was, also, their shared interest in literature to consider.
"Abeline! How long has it been? Not since we were schoolgirls, surely!" Ana looked at her former schoolmate, taking measure of her current status. The smile never left her face. "I had no idea you were interested. What a delightful surprise."
The third, unknown member of the party didn't introduce himself at all. Ana took that, and his appearance, in stride; such was her policy with all inconveniences. Ana merely bowed, and when she rose, she had a dazzling smile in place for him, too. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name! Mister...?"
Well, circumstances were circumstances—she surely wouldn't let them deter her from being a good hostess. Gracious Lady, no. However her relationship had been with Mother and Father, there was the Steerpike name to consider. And her own, to boot! She laughed again, something of a sparkle in the gold of her eyes as she pulled back.
"Of course it is. What is worth doing at all is worth doing well—this is just as true with wine as it is with anything." She let a little mischief enter her expression. "It's good to see you as well. And—my!"
The parlor was rather awash in familiar faces today. Two of them, at least. The smile she graced Ms. Ixbridge with was a touch tilted, compared to the one she had given her cousin. She had always liked Abeline, much as they'd clashed in their school days. No—because they so often found themselves at odds as students. The woman was singularly strange, just as eccentric as her Bastian cousin, from the bridge of her nose to the tip of her rather masculine shoes. Eccentric was much, much better than dull, in her estimation.
There was, also, their shared interest in literature to consider.
"Abeline! How long has it been? Not since we were schoolgirls, surely!" Ana looked at her former schoolmate, taking measure of her current status. The smile never left her face. "I had no idea you were interested. What a delightful surprise."
The third, unknown member of the party didn't introduce himself at all. Ana took that, and his appearance, in stride; such was her policy with all inconveniences. Ana merely bowed, and when she rose, she had a dazzling smile in place for him, too. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name! Mister...?"
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