15th of Loshis, 2718
Moon Beach | Midday
"Corinth Wynngate the Third. The pleasure is mine, Ambassador Madison, for my face has been around long enough to feel familiar to many, even if my name isn't prestigious enough to remain on the lips of but a few." The depths of the blond's baritone voice made his words feel so very much like some kind of an innuendo, and the hint of mischief that seemed such a vital part of the light in his crystalline blue gaze didn't help at all, either. He smiled, warm in his greeting, "Cor will do. Formalities are perhaps above us in all of this clocking rain."
The older galdor chuckled, less whole hand reaching up to rub a palm over his chin and scratch nails against the faintest hint of stubble along his well-carved jaw. He shrugged, shoulders broad for a specimen of galdorkind, well-tailored dark jacket hiding the evidence of years at sea etched forever into his physique beneath a fashionable but muted silhouette,
"In a rowboat, yes I did. I may have hinted that I have a bit of history as a hobbyist. If you think I'm seaworthy enough, my offer still stands." Did Corinth wink? Was there something else there, hiding between his words? Perhaps, but just as quickly as he'd raised his four-fingered hand to his face and dropped it again, gone, too, was his strange hint at humor.
He was supposed to pay attention to what these damn gatherings were actually for? Oh, gods. He did, sometimes, especially when Hawke told him to listen carefully. Tonight, he was mostly meant to put his face somewhere it belonged and make some pretty small talk, but he also hoped a few of the financial supporters of his King's organization would be there so he could pass along some important information about the summer season that required a face-to-face sort of meeting instead of just a written missive. It was just the nature of the job, he supposed, being one of the few galdori Bad Brothers. Gideon Madison wasn't one of his contacts, but he certainly was worth looking at regardless.
Tongue against the back of his teeth, blue eyes widened then narrowed as if the blond was in far deeper thought than he actually was, as if he actually had to consider what in Alioe's name they were invited to on this dry as a leaky galley on its way to the Muluku Isles sort of Loshis day,
"Aren't all fundraisers the same, Gideon? A handful of well-meaning gollies shoving their concords around at each other like a dealer shuffling a deck of cards, everyone feeling good about themselves after a few drinks and a few handshakes and a few altruistic words?" The blond gunman's grin was pure wickedness, sea-weathered features creased into an expression of honesty hidden behind sarcasm. He chuckled, making a show of straightening his damp clothing and fluffing his cravat and waving his less whole hand at the clouds. Putting on a very suave and convincing formal tone of voice, he explained with no small amount of theatrics:
"It's come to the attention of a few Magisters of Living Conversation and the Headmistress herself that Vienda's very precious Zoological Gardens have come into disrepair, so I do believe we're paying our dues for some sprucing up of habitats today. Something like that. Rumor has it there's some new species discovered in Hesse that will be on display, too, but that's all my inside sources would tell me."
His was truly a rogue in a fancy suit, complete with a wink and a shrug of his broad shoulders before Corinth turned and made his way over toward the rowboats protected by a tin-roofed awning next to the boathouse proper to keep them dry. The older galdor took his time looking them over as if he truly was capable of possessing an opinion about them, selecting one with newer paint and a wide enough hull to support all of them comfortably, "Let's see here—that one ought to do. I'll try not to scuttle us before we get there, hmm?"
Cor moved with an undeniable grace over the worn wood of the docks to find the oars and carefully set one foot into the rowboat to hold it steady for his passengers. He'd offer a wrist in a manlier form of assistance should either of the two men need it, the small boat bobbing with the addition of new weight. He was uncannily comfortable for a mere hobbyist, waiting for Gideon and his singular entourage to be settled before he shrugged off his coat, handing it without question to the lanky human,
"I'll row. One of you two can steer if we need it." The blond knew what he was doing, untying the knots that held the rowboat to the dock and shoving off without losing his footing. Sitting, he was quick to get the oars in the Arova's dark water, easily maneuvering them by alternating the paddles instead of at all needing assistance with steering. Clearly, he'd been teasing that he needed help at all,
"Anaxas needs to remember there's other Kingdoms around her, so, yes, I'd say it's a good idea you show your face, Gideon. Sometimes, Anaxi folks forget we're not the center of Vita. More like the ersehole sometimes, mayhaps."