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− | Merlin cancelled his spell and Rubio walked away, skirting the walls of the crowded ballroom before heading toward the centre. Certain very careful listeners noted that Merlin and Rubio’s just-ended conversation was identical to another that was being had across the room. Flora | + | Merlin cancelled his spell and Rubio walked away, skirting the walls of the crowded ballroom before heading toward the centre. Certain very careful listeners noted that Merlin and Rubio’s just-ended conversation was identical to another that was being had across the room. Flora in particular would chide Merlin later in the evening for his sloppy Spellcasting during one of her formal events. |
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“You seem not yourself, my Liege. What furrows that golden brow of yours?” | “You seem not yourself, my Liege. What furrows that golden brow of yours?” | ||
− | + | Rubio jumped slightly, startled by the sudden appearance and amused voice of Sancha to his right. The baron was wearing one of the tracksuit tuxedos that seemed the fashion at this party and in the same unfortunate shades of golden yellow and burnt orange as many of the party goers. Sole points of individual style were limited to a silver chased black tricorn hat and a short queue of glossy black hair tied with crimson and golden ribbon . Sancha was in masculine form, for the most part, wearing striped track pants rather than the skirt favoured by the women at the party and sporting the thin moustache that had been his constant companion for the last several days. A discerning viewer might have detected femininity in the shape of the face and to a lesser extent in the slightly rounded suppleness of the body, but not so much as would seem out of fashion for a young nobleman at a formal ball. | |
− | Rubio jumped slightly, startled by the sudden appearance and amused voice of Sancha to his right. The baron was wearing one of the tracksuit tuxedos that seemed the fashion at this party and in the same unfortunate shades of golden yellow and burnt orange as many of the party goers. Sole points of individual style were limited to a silver chased black tricorn hat and a short queue of glossy black hair tied with crimson and golden ribbon. | ||
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− | Sancha smirked, petting his moustache. “I considered it a tactical exercise, my Liege. Caine’s entourage was apparently missing a few members this evening and his captains have a fondness for . . . a certain type.” | + | Sancha smirked, petting his moustache. “I considered it a tactical exercise, my Liege. Caine’s entourage was apparently missing a few members this evening and his captains have a fondness for . . . a certain type.” |
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− | At that statement, the Baron’s body appeared to melt, losing colour until it was little more than a clear, gelid, vaguely human mass. It stayed this way for but a moment, before reforming and solidifying. Sancha’s head, hair, hat and voice had remained nearly unchanged throughout. Rubio tried to focus on that. She--for there could be no doubt of her sex, was wearing a ball gown of rich green, accented with white. Her scent had also changed, from cedar musk to damask rose | + | At that statement, the Baron’s body appeared to melt, losing colour until it was little more than a clear, gelid, vaguely human mass. It stayed this way for but a moment, before reforming and solidifying. Sancha’s head, hair, hat and voice had remained nearly unchanged throughout. Rubio tried to focus on that. She--for there could be no doubt of her sex, was wearing a ball gown of rich green, accented with white. Her scent had also changed, from cedar musk to damask rose entwined with cinnamon. The only remaining traces of masculinity might be discerned in the square set of the shoulders and the moustache, though that too was faded, more feminine somehow. She grabbed Rubio’s hand, “There, I do not think that anyone should be scandalized by our dancing now” |
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For some moments they continued dancing in silence, Rubio fuming. Their moves, while technically impeccable, were performed with a level of strength and snap ill-suited to a crowded dance floor filled with casual dancers. Upon seeing this Flora considered asking the band to change to a tango, but decided to keep the music where it could do less damage. | For some moments they continued dancing in silence, Rubio fuming. Their moves, while technically impeccable, were performed with a level of strength and snap ill-suited to a crowded dance floor filled with casual dancers. Upon seeing this Flora considered asking the band to change to a tango, but decided to keep the music where it could do less damage. | ||
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