First and foremost, this is a party. It may be celebrating the end of summer, and the
opening of a business, but it's a party, with all and sundry invited. There is food, wine, music, and, hopefully, something to keep everyone entertained.
Yes, it is a mixture of what the hostess has always known -- there are sheaves of corn used in decoration --
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Candice's dress is not quite a gown, but it is long, and it does cover most of her- except for in pockets, at the shoulder and at a slit in the skirt. She doesn't feel the need to show off, especially since she's accompanying her husband, whose tastes tend to be interesting. Speaking of: they make quite a pair, as she is small and in purple, and he's very tall and very white-haired. She leans in to speak to him, noting the open bar with some amusement.
It's not likely she'll make good use of it, but it's there.
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Tall, white-haired and rolling with his wife's modern aesthetic by wearing a suit; Martel's waistcoat is not purple (he's somewhat severe, all black down to his shirt), but he'd been sorely tempted.
As curious as he is about this place and the peculiar young woman behind it all, he is, as ever, more immediately interested in whatever Candice has to say as a general rule. (The gown - to be most precise the split in the gown - she's wearing could be said to be a factor in his attentiveness, if it weren't true that he'd be just as bad if she were wearing a sack.)
"It'll certainly make the evening interesting."
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"Let's not pretend, we came here half just to watch people entertain us." She gives Martel a little nudge, looking up at him - the height disparity isn't as big as it usually is, as she's in heels, for the occasion.
"I may be tempted to dance later, however."
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"'Half'." Martel. He rests his hand against her hip (the one he's generally attached to her at, if you will), only slightly entertained by the novelty of her high heels. "Cheap entertainment aside, I could be tempted to dance with you."
...very easily, it's not as though he doesn't like to dance.
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"Well, I hope that you are - it seems like it's been a long time since I danced with anyone." And it was probably him, the last time.
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Very likely.
"Didn't I teach you something when we met?" he asks, casting his mind back.
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"Oh, yes, and it was a very creative means of stealth foreplay." Madam. These are the things only Martel has any idea she'd ever say, for the record.
"We'll have to see if I still remember."
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Stealth foreplay- Martel is laughing, but not because she's wrong. (No, she's entirely correct.) "We will at that."
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More importantly, beyond saying hello, she will keep track of where this man is, should either Petra or Veda arrive. It is not that she expects trouble from either of them, but a warning of who they might see would still be in order.
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"'Count'?" Martel asks, briefly sidetracked (and slightly amused) by her odd choice of address. That's a first, and he wonders where she got it from. "My wife," he adds, after a beat, "Candice Monaghan. A pleasure to see you again, Lady Morgana."
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"Lord Valdis, despite my error, for which I must humbly beg your forgiveness, that does not make my welcome any less sincere."
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Candice is well-versed in how Martel had a fairly messy relationship with Petrana in their youth (from what she recalls, it was not a perfect match on either side- Martel being a little more visceral a person), but she's more focused on the festivities - she smiles, warmly, at Morgana.
"It's good to meet you."
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"I must ask, do you choose to go by Lady Valdis?" Morgana's already had one unfortunate slip in titles, but that was due entirely to another concern, not the woman in front of her.
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"Sirius Black, wizard."
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Candice smiles at them both in return -- she suspects they're more acquainted with Martel, she works too much and is far quieter. Still, she's well-mannered! "Candice Monaghan - and of course, this is my husband."
Who can handle the rest of his own introduction.
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