Roleplay from Cadewyn Thunderborn[/size] [/color][/size](11 hours, 39 minutes ago)[/color][/size]message to all nobles of Greater Xavax[/size][/color][/size]
Cadewyn had been about to answer when the door opened to let in another masked figure. She might have still kept on, had not the distinctive look of the mask, the way he strolled into the room, the length of his hair or the leathers he wore not marked him so completely to her eyes. It was him. He was here. She felt her skin heat, and knew she looked like a flushed school girl. She snapped her mouth closed and lowered her face. Suddenly her horse mask felt ridiculous on her. Too big and silly. She tried to catch back up with the conversation around her, but she was drawn to him, her eyes flicking there and back, her attention obviously distracted. She shook herself and turned, away from the door, away from the crowd, facing the wall of the tavern, trying to calm her mind and heart.
She took a sip of her drink and then another before setting it down. He might not approach her. they might go this entire night without speaking. It was not required of their pact, per se, but they might choose to simply be strangers for now, until a better time to sit and talk occurred. But oh how she longed to simply run to him and the rush away from this suddenly too loud crowd. And yet she knew she was being a goose, suddenly quiet and strange to her newly met companions. She hoped niether of them, nor anyone who might want to speak to her would think her rude or overly strange. The song had done so much more than she expected, as others had offered a compliment as they passed or ordered fresh drinks. And she would remember meeting those eyes and that nod for her whole life.[/color]
