At the mention of Volareon, Velaine perked up the slightest bit. She had heard of the creatures, of course, but never had the chance to actually see one in real life. While she wanted to ask more about the Warrick’s work, she doubted this was the suitable time or place.
“And to their continued health, but insistence on early retirement, then.”
Velaine regarded Oliver’s knowing smile with an innocent smile of her own. She didn’t rebuff his comment either. As far as she could tell, Oliver was also the heir to his family’s barony. An heir to another, it was probably a useless gesture to deny the fact she would not mind taking her parents’ seat as soon as possible.
When the conversation turned briefly to mages, Velaine took another sip of wine from her glass. She had heard this sort of talk all the time – even back when she had only arrived home. Enough so that she didn’t even balk at these people’s obvious wariness about magic. Sophia Krome had been even more loud in her opinions about the disgusting mages. Rynmere’s of magic somehow had gotten more radical when she had gone to Ne’haer. It wasn’t a surprise for her anymore. It just served as a dreadful reminder that she needed to keep her secrets close.
Still, the pleasant drink now tasted a bit bitterer.
To her surprise, their group got another addition and it turned out to be Xander. It’s a bit disconcerting to watch everyone acting so respectful to her brother. He did hold the highest title amongst them, a baron in the midst of lords and ladies. “Xander, it is great to see you. Is Celeste with you?” Velaine made a point to scan the crowd, trying to spot the pregnant Andaris. They already had the chance to talk a few trials ago and the woman had certainly seemed exhausted with the whole ordeal. “Thank you, brother. And don’t worry, Nathaniel and I have been getting along very well.”
When Xander offered his box to Oliver, Velaine was reminded of her own donation to make. What she had scraped up was probably nothing compared to what the other nobles were offering. The young woman had tried to convince her father to cough up a bit more nel just to keep up appearances, but she had gotten an unsurprising no. What she got was what she could spare from her own purse.
She bid her time, waiting for the right moment and to make sure she wouldn’t cut off any conversations.
“And to their continued health, but insistence on early retirement, then.”
Velaine regarded Oliver’s knowing smile with an innocent smile of her own. She didn’t rebuff his comment either. As far as she could tell, Oliver was also the heir to his family’s barony. An heir to another, it was probably a useless gesture to deny the fact she would not mind taking her parents’ seat as soon as possible.
When the conversation turned briefly to mages, Velaine took another sip of wine from her glass. She had heard this sort of talk all the time – even back when she had only arrived home. Enough so that she didn’t even balk at these people’s obvious wariness about magic. Sophia Krome had been even more loud in her opinions about the disgusting mages. Rynmere’s of magic somehow had gotten more radical when she had gone to Ne’haer. It wasn’t a surprise for her anymore. It just served as a dreadful reminder that she needed to keep her secrets close.
Still, the pleasant drink now tasted a bit bitterer.
To her surprise, their group got another addition and it turned out to be Xander. It’s a bit disconcerting to watch everyone acting so respectful to her brother. He did hold the highest title amongst them, a baron in the midst of lords and ladies. “Xander, it is great to see you. Is Celeste with you?” Velaine made a point to scan the crowd, trying to spot the pregnant Andaris. They already had the chance to talk a few trials ago and the woman had certainly seemed exhausted with the whole ordeal. “Thank you, brother. And don’t worry, Nathaniel and I have been getting along very well.”
When Xander offered his box to Oliver, Velaine was reminded of her own donation to make. What she had scraped up was probably nothing compared to what the other nobles were offering. The young woman had tried to convince her father to cough up a bit more nel just to keep up appearances, but she had gotten an unsurprising no. What she got was what she could spare from her own purse.
She bid her time, waiting for the right moment and to make sure she wouldn’t cut off any conversations.
