[D1 EE] RP Thread: Bread and Salt

[Mariessa Tremaine]

The young maiden had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at her father already going into protective-mode, though she ended up with a bemused smirk instead. "Father..." she chuckled and shook her head.

Noting the shadow, she looked away somewhere else for a moment, ending up looking at Leovall rather than scanning the crowd. Then quickly back to her father. "Well, we're here now?" Mari offered in a cheerful tone, as she often tried to do when she noticed her father's mood turning somber. "I'm enjoying myself. And... well, Jyn is already chatting up half the place," she shot a teasing grin to her sister.

[Liliane Marten]

Liliane made her way over to her kin after comfortably getting through the formal introductions with the lord. Her maroon and white dress looked lovely though she seemed less than totally comfortable in it.

"Greetings cousin. Might I join you?" she asked as she adjusted her dress in an effort to feel comfortable.

[Terrance Stone]

Leovall chuckled and nodded. "I believe I can see why your father spoke so highly of them. This is definitely different than those in the Vale... there are more fairer faces than I'm used to." He had another quick sip from his cup. "Still, I hope I don't end up wishing there were more knights here. Good opponents make the melee and jousts much more enticing."

"You'll be up to the challenge, regardless." he shrugged. "I look forward to watching it all."

As his sister approached, he became quiet to let her and their cousin converse.

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent considered sitting down near her family right away, but a dour evening of little conversation as her brother pointedly didn't look at her and Dyanna chatted with half the room didn't sound particularly appealing, so she went to find her own company. Dyanna had mentioned that she should try to become friends with other ladies her age, and she was nothing if not dutiful. So she found herself stepping over near the households of Tremaine and Marten, curtsying to those present. "Good evening."

[Leovall Marten]

Giving Terrance a firm nod of approval he turns and rises out of his chair to greet his cousin. "Always. Please." The seat to his left, that he had been saving, was pulled out for her. "You look lovely this evening cousin. Come, let's eat." As she passed by he made sure to speak a more quietly. "Stop tugging down your sleeves and leave your necklace alone Lili." He would say, nudging the chair in behind her and retaking his seat.

With the arrival of a most pale haired and dazzling woman, who catches his attention quite immediately, he dips his head politely. "Good evening." He wasn't quite sure what she wanted. That she was hovering between his group and who he believed were the Tremaine family didn't help him puzzle things out either.

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"And that is how I came to choose this scent," Jyn concluded with a pleased smile. Surely her mannerisms were still pleasing to behold but the content of her words were coming to be quite boring. She gave another well-tuned curtsy and returned to her immediate family. "What did you speak, Father?" she asked with a timid tone. She looked over to her twin, the curiosity in her eyes enough to ask Mari the same.

[Liliane Marten]

She took the offered seat. "But it feels so weird," she quietly whined.

"Thank you. The food looks lovely," she said making polite small talk in an effort to distract herself.

[Leovall Marten]

Leovall doesn't quite notice as he rises and properly turns to better greet the mysterious noblewoman. "Sorry, forgive my lack of manners. Leovall Marten. How do you do?"

[Marten Tremaine]

The young maiden had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at her father already going into protective-mode, though she ended up with a bemused smirk instead. "Father..." she chuckled and shook her head.

Noting the shadow, she looked away somewhere else for a moment, ending up looking at Leovall rather than scanning the crowd. Then quickly back to her father. "Well, we're here now?" Mari offered in a cheerful tone, as she often tried to do when she noticed her father's mood turning somber. "I'm enjoying myself. And... well, Jyn is already chatting up half the place," she shot a teasing grin to her sister.

That brought a grin to Marten's face. "She certainly is." He said, humorously dry. "It almost makes me think I'm still at home. All I can hear out of this ear is your sister."

He turned, smiling at Jyn. "I was just saying how well you girls did in your greetings." His lips pressed shut before your mother would be proud could slip out.

He started to speak again, his eyes flickering over to Alicent, but nodded, satisfied, as the young nobleman approached her.

[Alicent Feyther]

"Alicent Feyther, of House Feyther. How do you do?," she replied with a smile, stepping forward. "My apologies for the unexpected approach... my family is lovely, but I hope to make new friends here, as well. Do you mind if I join you?"