09-30-2011, 06:38 PM
Upon seeing the curtsie Vincent bowed slightly. Her graceful movements were like water itself - smooth and free, trapped only by the surroundings. The tall male made an immediate decision: he rather liked this girl.
"You traveled under an assumed exile?" Vincent accepted a glass of something almost clear and bubbly, a wary look on his face. Despite his interest in the drink, he was still willing to keep his position and speak with Aria. "I wouldn't be able to survive if I couldn't travel." That was both a personal preference and one of survival: with the change of season most elementals moved on to a more comfortable climate. Vincent was risking everything by coming to this summer celebration.
Carefully sipping the drink the male was surprised by the taste. He wasn't one to have "drinks" often. The ice elemental lived on whatever he could find . . . and you didn't just find a tall-stemmed glass with something expensive in it just sitting in the middle of the wilds. It tasted strange, and the bubbles were . . . certainly different.
Without showing his surprise Vincent managed to turn his red eyes back to Aria as she had her glass refilled. "Were you really exiled?" Once again his lack of social graces could have been harmful: he wasn't afraid to ask a sensitive question. Apparently the elementals were brutally blunt with their questions and conversations. Why waste time of frivolous pluff?
With a frown the elemental reached up to gingerly wipe away a bead of water from his jawline. It was a bit warm for his liking . . . but that wasn't on his mind as he found his eyes lingering on Aria. He couldn't help but ponder who she was and where she came from.
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Ajon shook silver hair from his face in irritation. "No thank you," he hissed at the server who offered him a drink. He might enjoy the occasional drink back home, but here he wasn't willing to take someone else's cup. Besides: these glasses were far more delicate than the wooden, travel-built mugs that his own kin used. He might end up breaking the thing just by picking it up.
Irritated that everyone kept trying to soothe him and offer him drinks, the elven leader stepped toward the wall to discourage further conversation from the older woman who seemed to enjoy blabbering on about the winds from the North. "Please. Excuse me." His words were more of a growl that made the elder blink in surprise and move on to find someone else to talk to.
Ajon raked a hand through his silver hair, growling a few things in his own tribal tongue. It was different being surrounded by strangers. In his nomadic tribe everyone knew everyone else: there was no question of loyalty or intention. Here, everyone was a wild card that had their own background and no ties to any sort of loyalty. That was one of the reasons they were all gathered together: they were going to create some sort of network so they could make peace.
Peace. Darkholme wrinkled his nose at the thought before turning down yet another drink. The brisk motion of his hand almost knocked the tray away from the server, but didn't quite manage it. "I am doing very well on my own, thank you." He didn't want some sort of drink changing his view on the happenings of the night.
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