Re: The Halls of Castle Amber...
As she rounds the corner, Ballad is nonchalant grace, all lyrical swagger as she spins a drinking-slash-hunting horn around on a short chain in a c’mon physics be a pal don’t let the liquid inside splash out sort’ve way.
Here’s the last descendant of Oberon to the hall party: pale silvery-gold hair (“my grandmama was the Moon, but that doesn’t come with special privileges”), braided elaborately out of her face and pinned here and there with black jewels, silver at her throat, and — new since Lance last saw her, what, not quite thirty minutes before? — wearing a rakish black coat, a bag slung across her shoulder. Ethereal cavalier, baby, elphin punk.
Anyway, she's not wandering lost as poor Lance was but has a purpose from which few could dissuade her except oh hey. The surprise appearance of Lance and (holy radiant Hells, two absolutely gorgeous, feast-for-the-eyes, women + another handsome gent) gives her brief pause, though never quite enough she stops moving so maybe say, rather, a caesura. Then she engages.
“Hail and hello!” Ballad calls, as she closes the distance. Here's the spark-flash of a lopsided smile, a sharp dimple in one cheek that speaks more of mischief than her general appearance. She sketches a graceful courtesy, something very like a bow, to Jade when she introduces herself, expanding it to include Ariadne and Jon. And the maid. Also the maid.
Earnestly: "What a pleasure. I'm so glad to run into you all!" Here, a slightly laughing look for Lance, a fancy meeting you again so soon sort've thing, before her attention belongs to the newcomers. “But if we're doing introductions all around, here's my very proper one: Ballad verch Julian et Yvaine, Princess of Arden and Amber, Brecheliant and so on, Lady Errant, etcetera, but of course to you please just Ballad. Are we all survivors of the talon-fingered gray men and new to Amber Castle?
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