Volac quietly glanced at the noble that he was meant to be escorting, a frown on his face. Priscilla Lovette, the Heiress of the Lovette Conglomerate. She was beautiful, with soft, dainty features that would usually make people swoon… but the sullen scowl that was currently plastered across her face marred that somewhat. She was dressed in a powder blue gown, a fluffy white Mink-fur shawl draped over her shoulders. He was dressed in his formal gear, a black suit paired with a light grey turtleneck, a decorative tuft of feathers attached to one of the straps that adorned the outside of the vest.
Volac was pulled from his thoughts as a hand slapped his arm, the scowl on miss Lovette’s face deepening as she started to pull him forward. “Honestly, were you even listening?!” she snapped, pulling them through the door of the formal event that they were attending. “I don’t know what my dad was thinking, hiring some random guild mage to take me here! Would have been about the same had he hired any old bum off the street! I don’t need an escort just to attend a stupid dance!” Volac cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at Priscilla. “It’d be… improper for an event… like this.” he replied curtly, his voice slightly hoarse. “He only wants what’s best for you… And watch… your tone. I may just… be a ‘random mage’, but even I know… enough about nobility rules that… its quite rude to compare.. Koff … your escort to a bum.” Volac winced as Priscilla stomped on his foot, the younger woman letting out an angry huff as she began stalking away from him.
Volac let out a sigh, adjusting his clothes a bit. Oh god, this was going to be such a long night, wasn’t it?
After a few minutes of searching, Volac had finally managed to track her down again… and she was sitting down by herself at a lone table, the sullen look on her face still present as she watched him approaching, her arms folded over her chest. “Why did you… run off..?” he asked, hands in his pockets, his head tilted in confusion. “I didn’t… offend you, did I..? I didn’t mean… it if I did.” The scowl on Priscilla’s face softened as she drew her legs onto the chair, the ruffles of her gown hiding the rest of her face. “Why does he always think that I need someone else to make me happy.” she mumbled, burying her face in the ruffles of her skirt. “I just want him to listen to me, like mother did… is that so much to ask for?!”
Inwardly, Volac smiled. Now that was something that he could work with.
He grabbed a chair, pulling it so that the back faced her, and sat down in it backwards, leaning on the back of the chair. “Have you told him that, miss?” he asked, tilting his head questioningly, eliciting a squeak from the heiress. “N-no, but he probably doesn’t care enough to ask, so I didn’t-” she started, when Volac held up a hand, stopping her before she could begin to ramble. “Have you considered that he… didn’t want to make it harder on you.. Than it already was…?” Priscilla blinked in surprise, her eyes widening. “Your father… was horribly upset that… you weren’t smiling anymore. You’re all he has left… he didn’t just hire me to… make you happy… he just wanted someone to help him… understand why you wouldn’t talk to him. More than anything he just wants to make you happy.”
At this, Priscilla started to tear up, ducking her head down into her gown.
“For now though… could… could you give me a smile..? If only for the dance?” Priscilla looked up at him, and gave him a watery smile. “If you’ll promise to help me tell father that, then yes, I will smile for you.” Volac grinned as he extended a hand to her.
“A done deal, miss.”
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Volac was pulled from his thoughts as a hand slapped his arm, the scowl on miss Lovette’s face deepening as she started to pull him forward. “Honestly, were you even listening?!” she snapped, pulling them through the door of the formal event that they were attending. “I don’t know what my dad was thinking, hiring some random guild mage to take me here! Would have been about the same had he hired any old bum off the street! I don’t need an escort just to attend a stupid dance!” Volac cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at Priscilla. “It’d be… improper for an event… like this.” he replied curtly, his voice slightly hoarse. “He only wants what’s best for you… And watch… your tone. I may just… be a ‘random mage’, but even I know… enough about nobility rules that… its quite rude to compare.. Koff … your escort to a bum.” Volac winced as Priscilla stomped on his foot, the younger woman letting out an angry huff as she began stalking away from him.
Volac let out a sigh, adjusting his clothes a bit. Oh god, this was going to be such a long night, wasn’t it?
After a few minutes of searching, Volac had finally managed to track her down again… and she was sitting down by herself at a lone table, the sullen look on her face still present as she watched him approaching, her arms folded over her chest. “Why did you… run off..?” he asked, hands in his pockets, his head tilted in confusion. “I didn’t… offend you, did I..? I didn’t mean… it if I did.” The scowl on Priscilla’s face softened as she drew her legs onto the chair, the ruffles of her gown hiding the rest of her face. “Why does he always think that I need someone else to make me happy.” she mumbled, burying her face in the ruffles of her skirt. “I just want him to listen to me, like mother did… is that so much to ask for?!”
Inwardly, Volac smiled. Now that was something that he could work with.
He grabbed a chair, pulling it so that the back faced her, and sat down in it backwards, leaning on the back of the chair. “Have you told him that, miss?” he asked, tilting his head questioningly, eliciting a squeak from the heiress. “N-no, but he probably doesn’t care enough to ask, so I didn’t-” she started, when Volac held up a hand, stopping her before she could begin to ramble. “Have you considered that he… didn’t want to make it harder on you.. Than it already was…?” Priscilla blinked in surprise, her eyes widening. “Your father… was horribly upset that… you weren’t smiling anymore. You’re all he has left… he didn’t just hire me to… make you happy… he just wanted someone to help him… understand why you wouldn’t talk to him. More than anything he just wants to make you happy.”
At this, Priscilla started to tear up, ducking her head down into her gown.
“For now though… could… could you give me a smile..? If only for the dance?” Priscilla looked up at him, and gave him a watery smile. “If you’ll promise to help me tell father that, then yes, I will smile for you.” Volac grinned as he extended a hand to her.
“A done deal, miss.”
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