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Posted on January 8, 2014 at 02:45:09 AM by TORRAM
Torram was so engrossed, at first, that he hardly noticed the new person moving about nearby. When he finally did, his first instinct was worry. He still wasn't certain he was allowed in here, and he didn't wish to get himself or his guardian into trouble with anyone so soon after their arrival. That thought, though, was wiped from his mind when he saw who had entered. He was gawking at her, and he just couldn't help it. Torram thought she was utterly pretty, even in her currently disheveled state, and, being a sixteen year old male, that immediately set him on edge. He was nervous and shy around girls, especially pretty women he thought might be at least somewhat close to him in age. When she finally noticed him, Torram ducked his head and pretended to be reading again, but the words on the page had stopped making sense and a dull flush along his neck and ears were quite obvious. He jumped a little at her shout, his pale gray eyes wide in his light brown face as he looked up, and cursed his damn blush. He was certain he was an unflattering shade of pink now, but the girl seemed nice enough not to mention it...
Now that she'd called his attention to her, Torram looked at her more closely. She was obviously a lady, albeit none like he'd met before, and that made him even more nervous. His father had subjected him to the crowd during last year's Season and he'd hated it. All the girls, well aware of his connections and wealth, had gawked or chattered incessantly. Or, when they realized his shyness made him stutter or barely talk above a whisper, they'd ignored him entirely. He still wasn't sure which of these responses he'd hated more. "It's okay," Torram answered shyly, his stomach fluttering with nerves. "I'm sorry I startled you." He started to help her with the books, but she tidied them up before he got a chance to, so he gave her an equally shy smile in return and nodded at her question instead. "I am," he answered, then shifted in his seat. He really should say something else. "My guardian Birch and I arrived a few weeks ago, I think." Silently berating himself for being so awkward and shy, he brushed absently at the dark hair falling into his eyes. The girl spoke again, and Torram repeated her name under his breath to commit it to memory. Alethea. "I'm Torram," he answered. His hand started to extend then, clearly unsure of himself, he hesitated. At home, he was supposed to take a lady's hand and kiss it. Here, most people had shaken his hand - males and females alike - but he'd also run into more men than women and most had been at least a handful of years older than him. So... what was he supposed to do? "Uh... It's nice to meet you, Alethea. Is it okay that I'm in here?" He glanced up at her again, and, spotting a stray twig in Alethea's hair, he reached over and plucked it out without thinking. He was so used to doing it for Birch, and Birch returning the favor, that he'd done it out of habit. "I, ah, sorry... You had a twig in your hair," he said, holding it up for her to see. Then, with a horrified look that suggested he was sure he was going to get into trouble for touching her, he blurted. "Are you a princess?" Torram's blush deepened, his gray eyes dropping to his shoes. It wasn't polite to ask someone's status, he was pretty sure, but... She sure looked like a princess to him. Torram peeked up at her through his long, dark lashes, hoping she wasn't about to laugh at him. |
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No worries, it was awesome! <33 Plenty for me to answer. :3
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Replies:
- be noble, for you are made of stars - By Alethea January 13, 2014 at 12:06:04 PM
- words are secondary. - By TORRAM January 15, 2014 at 01:52:54 AM
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