One of the party guests stood suddenly, upsetting the tray I held; he walked away with only a sharp word of remonstrance, but a hand helped steady my burden. An older boy, all long oiled limbs and arrowed flame hair and a slender teardrop tattoo below each eye. He had been dancing earlier, and with a guest after. I had seen him -- how could I not?
"You seem dissatisfied," he said, taking in the gold paint of the Dahlia sigil on my forehead before meeting my eyes. Surely then he saw the way my gaze flickered to the crass revels. His smile widened. "How can something they enjoy be objectionable?" he said, and waited, as if smoldering.
"That is the motto of your House," I told him flatly, drawing back. "Thank you for your assistance."
Still, later, I would look over at him and see him; and he would look up, and smile with all his teeth, before bowing his head to his companion's ear.
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One of the party guests stood suddenly, upsetting the tray I held; he walked away with only a sharp word of remonstrance, but a hand helped steady my burden. An older boy, all long oiled limbs and arrowed flame hair and a slender teardrop tattoo below each eye. He had been dancing earlier, and with a guest after. I had seen him -- how could I not?
"You seem dissatisfied," he said, taking in the gold paint of the Dahlia sigil on my forehead before meeting my eyes. Surely then he saw the way my gaze flickered to the crass revels. His smile widened. "How can something they enjoy be objectionable?" he said, and waited, as if smoldering.
"That is the motto of your House," I told him flatly, drawing back. "Thank you for your assistance."
Still, later, I would look over at him and see him; and he would look up, and smile with all his teeth, before bowing his head to his companion's ear.