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Posted on October 18, 2013 at 04:13:11 AM by t r i s t a n
 Megan stopped dancing as the waiter walked past and rested a gloved hand on the man’s shoulder in order to stop him. He turned towards them and held out the tray. Standing on tip-toe the girl lifted two glasses of wine down, smiled her thanks, and held out one of the glasses to Tristan. He paused. His green eyes scanned the hall, searching for his father. It didn’t take him long to find him. The king was off to the far side of the hall deep in discussion with a few of the noblemen. The prince side and looked back at Megan. “Go on,” she giggled, pressing the glass into his hand, “what harm is one going to do?” Tristan sighed, his fingers curling around the offered goblet. He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t. Arthur had talked to him seriously about not having too much wine and he’d already had a glass full when he’d been sitting at the high table. It was still early...he really really shouldn’t... Megan however was drinking from her own glass, peering at him expectedly over the rim. “Oh hell,” the prince muttered, rolling his eyes and lifting his to his lips and taking two gulps of the golden liquid. It wasn’t even the watered down version... The sound of Eselda’s voice made him start and he spun around with a guilty expression as he looked down at the little girl in her party dress. It turned into something of an embarrassed smile as he lifted his eyes again, looking Thoth in the face, the expression of a person who had been caught doing something they knew they shouldn’t have been. Taking advantage of the distraction the prince slipped his half-finished glass of wine onto the tray of the latest passing waiter. It was a mercy, he reflected, that there were a lot of them. “Hey,” Tristan said finally, his smile becoming more genuine as he bent down a little in order to accept the gift and card from Eselda. “Thank you,” he told her warmly, holding her eyes with his for a moment, before glancing over at Megan. Disliking the expression on her face, the prince gave her a warning look and she shrugged. He was gratified to see however that she had made more of an effort to look affable. Disregarding his dance partner entirely, and turning away from her a little, Tristan exchanged a look of understanding with Thoth. He tried his best to ignore the ribbons...and the glitter. The latter was harder since it was sticking to his fingers “Did you really?” he asked the little girl, sounding impressed as he lowered himself down so that he was kneeling on one knee, with the gift box on the other. “No one else has made me a present,” he told her, “...unless my Father has started laying eggs or something.” Tristan smothered a chuckle as he looked at his best friend, his green eyes shining, before returning his focus to the little box. Unfastening the bow on the top, Tristan removed the lid and peered down at its contents. He sighed inwardly. “Oh wow,” the prince enthused, lifting out the little multicoloured horse (who was also glittery) “I’ll have to show this to Hal tomorrow!” Megan started to giggle, and Tristan rose back to his feet in order to elbow her in the ribs. Tristan, flagged down one of the nearby servants and handed him the little horse. “Can you put this up on the high table, please?” he requested with a smile, “looking out at the room so that he can watch the party.” The prince gave Eselda a wink. When it became obvious that Tristan was in no rush to stop talking to Thoth and his niece, Megan excused herself and went to find her friends on the other side of the hall. Tristan lead his remaining two companions over to one of the nearby tables and collected them each a glass of fruit juice from the array of beverages laid out across its surface. “I like your dress, Zel,” the prince told the little girl brightly, once he was sure she had hold of the glass, “you look very pretty.” |
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- lift your spirit, set it free. - By thoth October 22, 2013 at 11:01:21 PM
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