CECIL'S PARTY

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[ It had really been Lilisette's idea, and she had been instrumental in getting it all planned out and running. Rosa was grateful to the girl's diligence and cheer, willing to help out wherever needed. The courtyard of the castle was set up with decorations and refreshments, and tables and chairs had been set up as well, in case people wanted to sit down for a little bit. The castle was also being decorated, so people could also wander around if they wanted to as well.

For her part, Rosa had sent Cecil on set duties for the day, periodically checking up on him to be sure he was doing all right and to be sure he wasn't planning on going back before they were ready.

Eventually, everything was prepared, the guests were due to arrive shortly, and Rosa was on her way to fetch her husband. ]

Cecil?


[ ooc: party style! tag in wherever and have fun. the main area is the courtyard, but there's also the castle to mingle in. so feel free to mingle around! ]

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[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

[Edge gives a quick frown.]

Only if you're expecting a fight here. I can order you up something more comfortable.

[He's looking for someone to wave down.]

Parties are more fun when you can relax.

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

Ah... [She's raising her hands now in protest and to insist otherwise, and shaking her head.] ... you really do not need to...

[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

It's nothing really.

[Finally, he flags down a servant carrying drinks.]

Could you get ...

[He turns back towards the armor clad woman.]

uh... what's your name? ... and your favorite color?

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

[Frimelda knows a losing battle when she sees one. Stil, she doesn't readily backdown: just continue to insist and shake her head whilst unwisely providing the answers to Edge's questions. Social situations: masterhood is still a long, long way away.] Frimelda. And... green or red. It may be nothing, but this trouble is unecessary...

[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

[Commanding the situation like the King he is, he keeps the servant waiting while he addresses the guest.]

It's nice to meet you Frimelda, I'm Edge!

[A quick glance to the servant yields an order.]

Find a red dress for our guest. [The servant stands a little hesitant at the paladin's remarks, but that doesn't deter Edge.] Quickly. It's late enough as it is. [which sent the servant scurrying.]

[He hoped red would suffice, because he wasn't about to offer Rydia's color.]

It's no trouble at all.

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

I-I... [That certainly did not go as she planned. Before she can say anything else, the servant has already left, which leave Frimelda half stood to stop them, before sitting herself back down on her seat, fidgeting all the more.]

It seems that this will be so...

Though, perhaps this is best.

[It's more of a mutter to herself, as she's looking at her hands, and an assurance. Her voice is loud enough to at least be picked up by Edge, though. It is perhaps only that her armour is definitely making her stand out from the other guests, and she doesn't wish to leave the party without speaking to Cecil at least once that she has not bolted and/or chased down the servant.

Besides, said servant was already returning, a burgandy (http://burgundy-bridesmaid-dress.wed-ding.co/wp-content/uploads/burgundy-bridesmaid-dress-sale-1.jpg) dress draped over their arms, heading back in their general direction, holding it out towards Edge for appraisal.]

[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

[He hears her protest, but dismisses it as nerves.]

Don't worry. You'll look beautiful.

[He smiles broadly with the return of the servant. He really doesn't know much about dresses, but it looks pretty to him.]

Good choice. See to her every need.

[He gave Frimelda a quick wink.]

If you need anything else, let me know!

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

I- [Once again, the sentence is cut off, as the ever efficient servant cuts it short. Just like that, Frimelda is whisked off by the servant with the dress, who calls over several others to lead her inside and help find a room and to help her change (perhaps a good thing. Frimelda wouldn't even know where to start with a dress such as the one that had appeared. It was nice, certainly, but it wasn't something she'd choose to wear, for practical reasons).

It's probably about fifteen minutes later when Frimelda reappears in the courtyard, prodded and poked and dress pinned into place and the familiarity of her armour gone, taken away to some other room, someplace. She's not alone, either, as the servant is practically having to drag her along due to her nervousness and embarassment - the pink is clear on her cheeks - and also her inability to walk far in the footwear that was provided.]

[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

[Edge had spent the last 15 minutes staying on the fringes of the party. He wanted to be present when Frimelda was ushered back into the party.]

Frimelda!

[He motions that the gleeful servants can return to their previously neglected duties with a quick note of appreciation. He's also feeling rather smug and impressed with himself so much that if he wasn't married, he might not leave the woman's side the entire night.]

[He offers his hand all gentlemanly.]

That's more like it!

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

[She's about to politely decline the hand, but, she can barely walk in these shoes and now her assistance is gone, she decides taking it is better than falling over.]

It... it is a nice dress. [Of the little she knows of them.] I am sure there are those who would do it more justice than I... [But she did have a moment of surprise that it did suit her when she saw herself in a mirror, so, it's more thought than a put down.]

[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

[It may not be Alfitaria or Eblan, but that doesn't stop Edge as he escorts her fully back into the party.]

Nonsense. It was made for you. You can keep it.

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

[Frimelda gives a surprised look. For a moment, she's speechless at the thought.] ... truly? If it would not be of any trouble, then I would...

[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

[Speechless that a King would give her something?]

No trouble. Cecil has plenty of dresses.

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

[Speechless that she'd receive a gift from anyone. She never really has... small things, yes. Food, shelter, simple necessities the people she saves can offer, things that she will take with gratitude, as little as they will let her leave with. But never something such as this, King or no.]

... I suppose that is so. Then, I... [She fumbles.] ... thank you, Edge. I am grateful.

[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

[It's really no big deal to Edge. He's been royal his whole life and has been able to freely give away what he wants.]

You're welcome!

Make sure you have fun tonight.

[pathtowalk.livejournal.com]

[A nod.] ... I shall.