Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 17:43:15 GMT -5
It was the courteous thing to do. Even if he understood little of common sense, Casper knew his manners. Depriving a lady of her seat, sitting at the same level as a person of such high rank, it felt wrong to him. Rude, even. Even if this was not the case, Casper was more than content to perch on the dew swept grass. Cross legged, and looking curiously up at the princess, this was how he felt most comfortable. It was, after all, where the redheaded boy spent most of his so called 'leisure' time.
"I erm... erm. I like..." he started, knowing his taste was childlike he hesitated, choosing not to say fairytale as he might normally, knowing how Marcus teased, bullied him for not growing out of the tales he would read as a child. "... fables. Y'know... stories of princes, and knights. Sav..saving damsels, and village people." Not his life, the princes and the knights in the stories were not like Casper, but that didn't stop him from imaging himself in their place.
His smile as he daydreamed was one of childlike innocence, that almost calmed him to the anxiety of this his new company. He shook himself from his mind, and paid attention to the circumstances and the offer of the refreshment from Lady Carlotta. "N..no.. No thanks, your grace... mi lady, sorry."
"Oh... oh! No. I... I should" he said suddenly remembering his place, "I will. If you want something?" He made no move to rise until he was invited, not wanting the princess to think him eager to leaver her presence. For despite still being very anxious in her company, he couldn't deny it was a rare pleasure coming across someone who was interested in him. Bemusing slightly. He couldn't even understand why.
"I... I... I couldn't say skilled, your majesty... highness" Casper said modestly, he was never one to boast. Although he would not downplay his skills, far more considerable than he realises, he could never truly attest to them if asked. Not on his own admission, at least. "I remember every move I played... seen played. I.. I can't help it, but... I have a good memory." he continued whispering the last sentence to Nicholette, in a charismatic understatement of his eidetic memory. Casper also knew nearly eight thousand, nine hundred and two of the opening of the first three positions, thanks to his memory. But he would not bore the ladies with pointless numbers.
"People don't really like playing with me. Even... even if I haven't yet beaten them" he spoke somberly, before perking up slightly as he went on, "But... but I..I could maybe show you at sometime? If.. if you wanted. If it's not an imposition."
Nicolette Deveraux / Carlotta Deliambre
"I erm... erm. I like..." he started, knowing his taste was childlike he hesitated, choosing not to say fairytale as he might normally, knowing how Marcus teased, bullied him for not growing out of the tales he would read as a child. "... fables. Y'know... stories of princes, and knights. Sav..saving damsels, and village people." Not his life, the princes and the knights in the stories were not like Casper, but that didn't stop him from imaging himself in their place.
His smile as he daydreamed was one of childlike innocence, that almost calmed him to the anxiety of this his new company. He shook himself from his mind, and paid attention to the circumstances and the offer of the refreshment from Lady Carlotta. "N..no.. No thanks, your grace... mi lady, sorry."
"Oh... oh! No. I... I should" he said suddenly remembering his place, "I will. If you want something?" He made no move to rise until he was invited, not wanting the princess to think him eager to leaver her presence. For despite still being very anxious in her company, he couldn't deny it was a rare pleasure coming across someone who was interested in him. Bemusing slightly. He couldn't even understand why.
"I... I... I couldn't say skilled, your majesty... highness" Casper said modestly, he was never one to boast. Although he would not downplay his skills, far more considerable than he realises, he could never truly attest to them if asked. Not on his own admission, at least. "I remember every move I played... seen played. I.. I can't help it, but... I have a good memory." he continued whispering the last sentence to Nicholette, in a charismatic understatement of his eidetic memory. Casper also knew nearly eight thousand, nine hundred and two of the opening of the first three positions, thanks to his memory. But he would not bore the ladies with pointless numbers.
"People don't really like playing with me. Even... even if I haven't yet beaten them" he spoke somberly, before perking up slightly as he went on, "But... but I..I could maybe show you at sometime? If.. if you wanted. If it's not an imposition."
Nicolette Deveraux / Carlotta Deliambre