Rathaan's reaction was quite simply put, highly entertaining. Though it had not been her intention to stupefy him with her choice of dress –which in actuality hadn't been hers, it was one of the designs the tailor had produced when she'd commissioned the garment—Yana found it quite satisfying to know her efforts had bore fruit. Well, at least the tailor's had. The Yludih herself had only had to let herself be measured, and provide some sort of vague outline of what kind of dress she desired to have made. Nevertheless, she had had to go through the trouble of getting into the garment, which had proven to be something of a struggle. She'd feared she'd rip the thing apart if she handled it not carefully enough, which would have been a disaster to say the least. It had cost her over two-hundred of her hard earned nel after all!
She chuckled, not even pretending to hide it. She had him completely befuddled, and though she imagined doing so on a regular basis would pull the fun out of it, tonight she could enjoy it. The magic of tailor made clothing, eh? Yana recalled for a moment, believing she'd heard the tailor drop such a line while she'd been selecting fabrics and the like. There possibly could not exist a greater contrast than Saeri LaChasse in her preferred outfits and the woman in the silk dress now. Rathaan did not seem to dislike her “transformation”, though she could only worry that perhaps by overdoing it tonight, she would never measure up in her regular attire. It was a strange idea to pop up in a mind like hers, she found, and promptly banished it to the back of her mind, where she hoped it would not emerge from ever again.
“I suppose that is the point of this whole event, is it not?” she laughed, “To impress, I mean. Play a little dress up, put on a mask on your face, and pretend to be someone you are not.” Perhaps a bad choice of words there, a little too cynical maybe? Too negative? Though it was the truth, that could not be denied. “The latter I cannot care less about. I trust you know me fairly well by now. At least as well as possible giving the limited time we have spent together.” Perhaps it was an effect of the event, maybe it was the mask she wore that put her at ease, but either way, Yana's usual monotones became ever so slightly more animated.
A waitress approached with a tray of drinks, and while Rathaan went with his trademark fruit juice, Yana accepted a flute filled with a bubbly golden liquid. While it was both a pretentious and expensive drink, the Yludih did not pass up the opportunity to drink some. If people chose to supply this kind of drink at an event like this –as they should, considering the awfully large amount of nobles attending—then of course Yana would consume it. If they decided that fancy was the dress code, then fancy it was, and she'd drink fancy beverages.
“No, no trouble at all,” she said, “I half expect--”
If she had had lungs, she might well have choked right there and then. As things were though, her breath merely came out as a chuckle that could just barely stop any snorting when her companion attempted to drink through his mask. Rathaan was really completely out of it tonight, that or her dress was less tame than she thought it was. Maybe both. Though when comparing herself with some of the other young women around... no, it was definitely tame. Perhaps it was less about the dress and more about the person wearing it? Her asterism pulsed.
“Well, I suppose these are not really all that great when you need to eat or drink,” she remarked amusedly, pushing her own mask out of the way so she could take a sip of her champagne. “Maybe I should have picked something less obstructing?”
Yes, maybe she should have. Even showing a smile was somewhat difficult, and Rathaan purposefully moved his mask to make sure she saw he was indeed smiling. She shook her head lightly, mimicking him to do the exact same thing. Maybe he'd notice she wore a thin layer of lip stain on her lips. She'd really pulled all the stops for this ball, having decided she'd just roll with what had compelled her for the past season, and not concern herself with the why. “It seems that as per usual, we are on the exact same page.” From time to time it became quite eerie just how similar they were. Then again, great minds...
The false Eídisi hiding beneath her Yludih mask took another sip of her drink before letting her mask fall back in place, once more covering most of her face. “Say, what do you think of this whole event? Of the attendees? I must admit that it completely falls within my expectations. Though perhaps I might have hoped for even more extravaganza displayed by the nobility. Their style of dress rather tame, I feel. Even when measured by my standards. I had expected –no, imagined rather outlandish and outrageous fashion choices and statements. I suppose in that sense I might be a little disappointed.” Her smile broadened into a grin then, completely hidden beneath her mask. “Then again, the night is still young. Mayhap we will see such things later on, when the glasses need to be refilled faster and faster.”
