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Post by Storyteller on Dec 4, 2021 4:24:15 GMT
The proud, lordly Emperor of the Night no doubt feels the weight of your gaze, Aida, but he does not deign to speak with a Latin...
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Nobody
Alexios Group
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Post by Nobody on Dec 4, 2021 4:43:59 GMT
I am keeping an ear on the conversation at hand, and I too have my eye at whiles upon the Emperor, though not fixed. And though I smile and wave at others, I stop, and straighten, and bow with grave, formal precision at the first meeting of our gazes.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 4, 2021 4:56:35 GMT
The Emperor gives you only the barest fraction of a nod. Caius, Emperor of the Night, seems bent on covering up any potentially visible feeling after that dance.
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Nobody
Alexios Group
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Post by Nobody on Dec 4, 2021 5:40:40 GMT
Seeing this, I continue about the evening's festivities with open levity, though with a pointed curiosity regarding these last two exchanges. I approach Aida.
"It would seem, dear Aida, that Emperor Caius has had ... a memorable dance this eve, does it not?"
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Aida
Aida Group
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Post by Aida on Dec 4, 2021 7:51:07 GMT
"It would seem so, my dear Alexios. Definitely memorable, possibly even... shaking." I give Alexios a small, but wry smile.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 4, 2021 8:24:37 GMT
/scene
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