[D4 EE] RP Thread: A Musical Evening

[Kylie Redwyne]

"I was forced." Claryssa replied before remembering her manners and curtsying after Kylie. Kylie giggled.

"I've been horrid, wanting her beside me tonight. But she makes a true vision, I agree. And you look brilliant, my Lord. This color suits you."

[Leovall Marten]

Wearing silver and gold rather than black and red, or gold and red, he touches his clothes and smiles even more. "Thank you. Maybe I'll wear this more often?" He chuckles before gesturing to the dancers. "Would you like to dance my lady?"

[Kylie Redwyne]

"I would love to, my Lord." She smiled, only half noticing Claryssa's sigh of relief - she could sit down and not act the pristine Lady now. Just become a face in the crowd.

As they began to move across the floor in step she spoke. "I have something with me tonight that you earned, Ser Leovall."

[Leovall Marten]

"I shall bring her back in one piece, I promise." He would have said to Claryssa's sigh as he wouldn't have known it was one of relief.

"Oh? My ears are burning." Leovall states in jest to Kylie as they approach the dancing area, gaze both curious and appreciative as it rests on her.

[Kylie Redwyne]

Kylie had tucked inside her sleeve two ribbons intricately knotted and braided together. One blue and purple, the other red and gold. "I humbly ask you to accept this favor, which represents my support for your performances in the tournaments to come." She offered quite officially.

[Leovall Marten]

"Come now, surely I must beg this favour of you my lady? There is naught to ask. I am humbled and honoured to compete in your favour." Lifting his hand he gently brushes her wrist as his fingers move to touch the ribbons. "You are full of surprises Lady Kylie."

[Kylie Redwyne]

"Well then I can only hope you are fond of surprises, Lord Leovall." She blushed.

[Leovall Marten]

The young heir begins to blush a little himself yet persists after a moment's thought. "I'd have to say very, and ever more with each and every second with your company."

[Kylie Redwyne]

Kylie smiled demurely. "So tell me, what is the sport tomorrow? Jousting? A melee?" They began to dance, making small touches of contact as they passed through the steps.

[Leovall Marten]

Once her lovely favour is hidden safely under his tunic and they're dancing he finds an opportunity to tickle her side. "So quick to change topic?" Chuckling merrily he does nonetheless answer her question. "Tomorrow shall be tests of archery and skill with thrown weapons. Not my forte I'm afraid." Confessing this and leading her through steps he wonders how she might respond.