07-20-2010, 04:04 AM
Ansel allowed himself to be pulled upon the stage by the courtier. He turned away his head from the crowd of watching faces as he felt color rise in his face. Balls were not his strong suit and he much preferred the feel of a blade buckled to his waist rather than the stiff party attire, wrought in a pale blue to match his eyes, that he had donned for the occasion.
He gave a stiff bow to the watching audience and as his face was hidden took the opportunity to curse all of his fellow members of the guard that had made sure he would end up there. As he straightened back up he made sure to put a smile back on his face, though anyone looking close enough would have noticed it was more of a strained grimace than anything. He glanced over to his companions on the stage and hoped to God that one of them would take some lead in this affair.
(I hope that'll do)
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