Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 21:36:24 GMT -5
The Lady Marshal arched a slight brow at the heir's response to her almost getting the impression he was annoyed by the question. At least he had some taste in his choice of purchases, but Therese hardly felt the desire to further engage in conversation regarding the topic. Yet, letting the conversation end so abruptly could be viewed as rude she supposed so thus the woman forced herself to comment, "Ah..." There was a long pause as at first no further words came to mind proving to herself how disinterested she was in this conversation. Slowly words formed in her mind that would be suitable enough as she moved passed her own irritation, "We have quite a few fine smiths in Gilboa. I hope your purchases serve you well." Feeling sufficient in her efforts towards politeness the lady decided against inquiring which shops he went to as she now felt the annoyance from her cousin.
The look she was receiving from Kattalin, or rather the fact she was now being ignored stung in a way. Were it not for her own purpose, duty, and moral code of protecting her family from whatever dangers the Marshal would have simply left the two of them. Protecting her family, what was left of them, was far more important than her own feelings. Kat could be as irritated with her as she wanted, but Therese was still going to be there. The apparent couple could either accept this fact, or they could stay irritated at her. The longer this improper conversation was going on the less and less Therese found herself caring if they pleased with her.
Taking another bite of her apple the Marshal had all she could do not to laugh at Rafael's assessment of the blade. The urge was in so strong Therese had to shift her gaze to focus on chewing. The two weapons were made for entirely different purposes, and could hardly be compared to one another. Would the Deveraux truly allow a lady into a ballroom with an eighteen inch blade tucked away in her corset? If they were foolish perhaps. While she was certain Kat could wield such a dagger with perhaps some minor direction it would appear odd in most situations for her to be carrying it. Unable to help the smirk at her cousin's response hazel eyes casually looked at the weapon in hand before musing, "I find it's not always the size of ones blade, but rather how they are wielded that makes the difference." She shrugged, "It also depends on one's personal style..." There were many ways to kill a man, but she kept that thought silent for Kattalin's benefit. "Do the ladies of your house also carry such a dagger as yours?" A smirk almost toyed on the Marshal's lips, but instead she merely took another bite of her apple looking at him with feigned ignorance.
Kattalin Ibarra, Rafael Sandoval
The look she was receiving from Kattalin, or rather the fact she was now being ignored stung in a way. Were it not for her own purpose, duty, and moral code of protecting her family from whatever dangers the Marshal would have simply left the two of them. Protecting her family, what was left of them, was far more important than her own feelings. Kat could be as irritated with her as she wanted, but Therese was still going to be there. The apparent couple could either accept this fact, or they could stay irritated at her. The longer this improper conversation was going on the less and less Therese found herself caring if they pleased with her.
Taking another bite of her apple the Marshal had all she could do not to laugh at Rafael's assessment of the blade. The urge was in so strong Therese had to shift her gaze to focus on chewing. The two weapons were made for entirely different purposes, and could hardly be compared to one another. Would the Deveraux truly allow a lady into a ballroom with an eighteen inch blade tucked away in her corset? If they were foolish perhaps. While she was certain Kat could wield such a dagger with perhaps some minor direction it would appear odd in most situations for her to be carrying it. Unable to help the smirk at her cousin's response hazel eyes casually looked at the weapon in hand before musing, "I find it's not always the size of ones blade, but rather how they are wielded that makes the difference." She shrugged, "It also depends on one's personal style..." There were many ways to kill a man, but she kept that thought silent for Kattalin's benefit. "Do the ladies of your house also carry such a dagger as yours?" A smirk almost toyed on the Marshal's lips, but instead she merely took another bite of her apple looking at him with feigned ignorance.
Kattalin Ibarra, Rafael Sandoval