its ok clearly meowsandry had a wild day also i cannot talk. ANYWAY once some of the dust has settled and the curses are over, strohl's hanging out in the meadow, writing something in a little notepad.
he glances up when he sees rosamund, though, and dips his head, the little emotionshare burst of warm and fond coming up as he does. ]
[ oh.... there's a beat - he breaks into a smile, though, and ducks his head with a huff. ]
...Rosamund, then. [ only the second time he's said so - the first in a near panic. no need for titles between friends, or something like it. a lesson he's still barely used to with will. ] You'll have to remind me often.
[ though the self-depreciation is joking, it's definitely self-aware. sometimes you've got that noble etiquette beaten into you, practically. that little moment (and a single little animal crossing flower of his own) aside, the smile goes a little more playful. ] And I'll continue to defend my bare minimum with the last shreds of my honour.
[ and turning the notebook towards her so she can see - there's some written out plans and a to do list in his neat handwriting! mentions of locations and places available this week, some scratched out; there's ballroom - hotel currently circled. ]
... I thought perhaps I'd take charge of setting up the festivities for that mission. Things like this are going to become my responsibility, eventually, so - it was worth a crack at it, no? Though I've gotten plenty of help already, thank the lord.
I'm thinking a mostly formal event - though I imagine it'll get ruined quickly, in the spirit of such things - and just trying to put it all to plan, at the moment. Brainstorming, now that I've made myself ill scouting all over the damn place.
Well, I'll probably slip between Strohl and Leon just the same, so we might be even, there?
[Though there's not much time left to mix it up, is there?
A thought she smiles through, and whisks the stirrings of melancholy away. She will perceive this book, smiling at the notations within.]
Oh, I see. They left all the heavy lifting to you again. It's fortunate that you're a very considerate planner.
[She taps his book, not pointing out anything in particular. More just being a pest.]
You know, I bet most people haven't even been to a ball before? I wouldn't think of it as ruined. Maybe more like, enhanced? Put it that way, then. Maybe things will get rowdy, but sometimes a bit of rowdiness can be fun.
[ help. the melancholy thought doesn't go unmissed, but, well - he'll set it aside easily too, and snorts when she mentions the heavy lifting. ]
I'd not say left it to me so much as I commandeered it myself... [ always at work helping others, leon strohl. he does this, though - he likes to help. wants to put himself to use,, feels at his most valuable, his best, when he's working with others towards a larger goal. a busybody, less affectionately. ] I've been very fortunate with the help I do have. I tried to gather voices from each team in the planning phases, so, it'll just be putting it all together, now.
[ and doing all the running around and decorating. strohl looks thoughtfully down at his notes when she taps, hardly minding this pest behaviour, though he does playfully pull the notebook out of her reach half-heartedly as if to swat at the tapping hand, swaying easily out of range and back into place.
and as rosamund talks, his emotions bloom again, into something warm and deeply fond.
the rough and rowdiness is par for the course, and it's so different than the balls and events he attended as a teenager after halia's destruction. the pomp and circumstance of nobility is replaced by just - people. people who love each other, who fight and shout and yell and probably get very drunk, but in all of its raucous energy, he'd hardly trade it for a thing. it's exactly what strohl hopes for home, when he does get to host these sorts of things. it's how they'd do it in halia.
he looks properly over to her, eyes crinkled in his boyish grin, and sways easily to bump his shoulder into hers. ] I'd say, indeed.
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i feel as though i must ask this to know the tone of this pc ]
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its ok clearly meowsandry had a wild day also i cannot talk. ANYWAY once some of the dust has settled and the curses are over, strohl's hanging out in the meadow, writing something in a little notepad.
he glances up when he sees rosamund, though, and dips his head, the little emotionshare burst of warm and fond coming up as he does. ]
Your highness. [ teasing: ] Feeling better?
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Hers is also elation, fondess. A little animal crossing flower pops into the air beside her head.]
Please. If you're Leon now, can't I just be Rosamund?
[She'll take a seat at his side regardless, making a face.]
Yes, I'm doing better now. Unless you've changed your mind about giving me all your pillows, then I'm desperately in need of them. What's this?
[peers at his notebook.]
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...Rosamund, then. [ only the second time he's said so - the first in a near panic. no need for titles between friends, or something like it. a lesson he's still barely used to with will. ] You'll have to remind me often.
[ though the self-depreciation is joking, it's definitely self-aware. sometimes you've got that noble etiquette beaten into you, practically. that little moment (and a single little animal crossing flower of his own) aside, the smile goes a little more playful. ] And I'll continue to defend my bare minimum with the last shreds of my honour.
[ and turning the notebook towards her so she can see - there's some written out plans and a to do list in his neat handwriting! mentions of locations and places available this week, some scratched out; there's ballroom - hotel currently circled. ]
... I thought perhaps I'd take charge of setting up the festivities for that mission. Things like this are going to become my responsibility, eventually, so - it was worth a crack at it, no? Though I've gotten plenty of help already, thank the lord.
I'm thinking a mostly formal event - though I imagine it'll get ruined quickly, in the spirit of such things - and just trying to put it all to plan, at the moment. Brainstorming, now that I've made myself ill scouting all over the damn place.
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[Though there's not much time left to mix it up, is there?
A thought she smiles through, and whisks the stirrings of melancholy away. She will perceive this book, smiling at the notations within.]
Oh, I see. They left all the heavy lifting to you again. It's fortunate that you're a very considerate planner.
[She taps his book, not pointing out anything in particular. More just being a pest.]
You know, I bet most people haven't even been to a ball before? I wouldn't think of it as ruined. Maybe more like, enhanced? Put it that way, then. Maybe things will get rowdy, but sometimes a bit of rowdiness can be fun.
Wouldn't you say, Strohl?
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I'd not say left it to me so much as I commandeered it myself... [ always at work helping others, leon strohl. he does this, though - he likes to help. wants to put himself to use,, feels at his most valuable, his best, when he's working with others towards a larger goal. a busybody, less affectionately. ] I've been very fortunate with the help I do have. I tried to gather voices from each team in the planning phases, so, it'll just be putting it all together, now.
[ and doing all the running around and decorating. strohl looks thoughtfully down at his notes when she taps, hardly minding this pest behaviour, though he does playfully pull the notebook out of her reach half-heartedly as if to swat at the tapping hand, swaying easily out of range and back into place.
and as rosamund talks, his emotions bloom again, into something warm and deeply fond.
the rough and rowdiness is par for the course, and it's so different than the balls and events he attended as a teenager after halia's destruction. the pomp and circumstance of nobility is replaced by just - people. people who love each other, who fight and shout and yell and probably get very drunk, but in all of its raucous energy, he'd hardly trade it for a thing. it's exactly what strohl hopes for home, when he does get to host these sorts of things. it's how they'd do it in halia.
he looks properly over to her, eyes crinkled in his boyish grin, and sways easily to bump his shoulder into hers. ] I'd say, indeed.