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Being a soul that loved little more than to curl up on a comfortable chaise with a large tome in hand, Evi had never quite been one to pay attention to lessons of a more… frivolous nature. Things like dancing or the creative pursuits were mostly lost on her. And the art of being a lady… well she had never had much time for such lessons. She sat seemingly attentively during them, as always, eager to please her parents and her instructors, but her mind was often elsewhere, normally thinking on topics she would like to learn more about, rather than the lesson at hand.
And her parents, for the most part, left her to it. She was the third daughter of four and, while she was expected to make an appropriate match befitting her station, she was not Sanasa, from whom the most was expected. It was with a fair amount of jealousy that Evi sometimes watched Sanasa interact with others. She did it with such ease, such finesse, that it was impossible not to admire her.
It was only recently, since she had discovered her love of people and conversation, that she realised how… lacking… she was in certain areas. She held herself differently to the other ladies of the court, that was her first sign. It wasn’t that she was clumsy or awkward in he movements; she moved with the grace that befitted a lady of House Antonis. It was just everything else that fell by the wayside. Proper dinner etiquette and suchlike. So though she could never bring herself to loving these lessons in the same way she loved pushing her nose into a book, she had started paying more attention to lessons around what it was to be a lady.
So, when word reached the Antonis sisters of a court function on this very subject, Evi agreed to attend with her younger sister. A chance to mingle with other women of the court was just a bonus, one that she looked forward to immensely.
When the day came, it was her mother who approached Evi, who was curled up in a chair with a book - as always - and ask why she was not ready. Vasia had already come and collected Hebe; they had left for the court function already. The young girl’s eyes grew wide at this statement, and Evi all but fell over herself, throwing the book onto the chair and shouting to her bemused mother about what a sight she will make coming in late to the event. Luckily, she was already dressed for the occasion: she hadn’t forgotten entirely about it this morning, it just so happened that the book she was reading was so- well the book was irrelevant now. Evi grimaced at the image of turning up and explaining to the Princess that a book was more interesting than the event she was hosting. Gods, what a childish fool she will look.
But in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought as she left, deciding to walk the distance to the royal palati. It wouldn’t take too long, and anyway, the carriage was already gone, and it would take just as long to get more horses attached to another as to walk. It gave her time to think about what she would say when she arrived. Her first thoughts were to snip to her sister and cousin for not thinking of how she would get there. Her second was about what she might say to the princess by way of apology. Her third was to wonder about the others in attendance, and what they might think of her. Her fourth was to turn around and go home. She could learn etiquette from a servant if she must. But no, she continued on, determined to see this through.
Entering the room, it seems like greetings had just been finished and the lesson was about to start. There was an unfamiliar woman, one with a thick accent, currently speaking to room. The young girl slipped into the room with an apologetic smile, curtsying from a distance towards Persephone, though she didn’t know if the Princess saw it. Evi, accepting a small, unknown object from one of the lady’s maids who was making the rounds, examined it with a curious gaze, having never seen something like this before. She wondered as to its purpose and decided that this might not be as bad as she had always imagined, especially if she were to be learning something completely novel.
Evi quickly elected against the idea of causing a scene and sniping at her sister and cousin, she merely smiled at the pair as she came over to join them, deciding that at least she knew them well enough and would cause herself less of an embarrassment if she couldn't work this strange contraption. "What is it?" she murmured to Vasia softly.
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Being a soul that loved little more than to curl up on a comfortable chaise with a large tome in hand, Evi had never quite been one to pay attention to lessons of a more… frivolous nature. Things like dancing or the creative pursuits were mostly lost on her. And the art of being a lady… well she had never had much time for such lessons. She sat seemingly attentively during them, as always, eager to please her parents and her instructors, but her mind was often elsewhere, normally thinking on topics she would like to learn more about, rather than the lesson at hand.
And her parents, for the most part, left her to it. She was the third daughter of four and, while she was expected to make an appropriate match befitting her station, she was not Sanasa, from whom the most was expected. It was with a fair amount of jealousy that Evi sometimes watched Sanasa interact with others. She did it with such ease, such finesse, that it was impossible not to admire her.
It was only recently, since she had discovered her love of people and conversation, that she realised how… lacking… she was in certain areas. She held herself differently to the other ladies of the court, that was her first sign. It wasn’t that she was clumsy or awkward in he movements; she moved with the grace that befitted a lady of House Antonis. It was just everything else that fell by the wayside. Proper dinner etiquette and suchlike. So though she could never bring herself to loving these lessons in the same way she loved pushing her nose into a book, she had started paying more attention to lessons around what it was to be a lady.
So, when word reached the Antonis sisters of a court function on this very subject, Evi agreed to attend with her younger sister. A chance to mingle with other women of the court was just a bonus, one that she looked forward to immensely.
When the day came, it was her mother who approached Evi, who was curled up in a chair with a book - as always - and ask why she was not ready. Vasia had already come and collected Hebe; they had left for the court function already. The young girl’s eyes grew wide at this statement, and Evi all but fell over herself, throwing the book onto the chair and shouting to her bemused mother about what a sight she will make coming in late to the event. Luckily, she was already dressed for the occasion: she hadn’t forgotten entirely about it this morning, it just so happened that the book she was reading was so- well the book was irrelevant now. Evi grimaced at the image of turning up and explaining to the Princess that a book was more interesting than the event she was hosting. Gods, what a childish fool she will look.
But in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought as she left, deciding to walk the distance to the royal palati. It wouldn’t take too long, and anyway, the carriage was already gone, and it would take just as long to get more horses attached to another as to walk. It gave her time to think about what she would say when she arrived. Her first thoughts were to snip to her sister and cousin for not thinking of how she would get there. Her second was about what she might say to the princess by way of apology. Her third was to wonder about the others in attendance, and what they might think of her. Her fourth was to turn around and go home. She could learn etiquette from a servant if she must. But no, she continued on, determined to see this through.
Entering the room, it seems like greetings had just been finished and the lesson was about to start. There was an unfamiliar woman, one with a thick accent, currently speaking to room. The young girl slipped into the room with an apologetic smile, curtsying from a distance towards Persephone, though she didn’t know if the Princess saw it. Evi, accepting a small, unknown object from one of the lady’s maids who was making the rounds, examined it with a curious gaze, having never seen something like this before. She wondered as to its purpose and decided that this might not be as bad as she had always imagined, especially if she were to be learning something completely novel.
Evi quickly elected against the idea of causing a scene and sniping at her sister and cousin, she merely smiled at the pair as she came over to join them, deciding that at least she knew them well enough and would cause herself less of an embarrassment if she couldn't work this strange contraption. "What is it?" she murmured to Vasia softly.
Being a soul that loved little more than to curl up on a comfortable chaise with a large tome in hand, Evi had never quite been one to pay attention to lessons of a more… frivolous nature. Things like dancing or the creative pursuits were mostly lost on her. And the art of being a lady… well she had never had much time for such lessons. She sat seemingly attentively during them, as always, eager to please her parents and her instructors, but her mind was often elsewhere, normally thinking on topics she would like to learn more about, rather than the lesson at hand.
And her parents, for the most part, left her to it. She was the third daughter of four and, while she was expected to make an appropriate match befitting her station, she was not Sanasa, from whom the most was expected. It was with a fair amount of jealousy that Evi sometimes watched Sanasa interact with others. She did it with such ease, such finesse, that it was impossible not to admire her.
It was only recently, since she had discovered her love of people and conversation, that she realised how… lacking… she was in certain areas. She held herself differently to the other ladies of the court, that was her first sign. It wasn’t that she was clumsy or awkward in he movements; she moved with the grace that befitted a lady of House Antonis. It was just everything else that fell by the wayside. Proper dinner etiquette and suchlike. So though she could never bring herself to loving these lessons in the same way she loved pushing her nose into a book, she had started paying more attention to lessons around what it was to be a lady.
So, when word reached the Antonis sisters of a court function on this very subject, Evi agreed to attend with her younger sister. A chance to mingle with other women of the court was just a bonus, one that she looked forward to immensely.
When the day came, it was her mother who approached Evi, who was curled up in a chair with a book - as always - and ask why she was not ready. Vasia had already come and collected Hebe; they had left for the court function already. The young girl’s eyes grew wide at this statement, and Evi all but fell over herself, throwing the book onto the chair and shouting to her bemused mother about what a sight she will make coming in late to the event. Luckily, she was already dressed for the occasion: she hadn’t forgotten entirely about it this morning, it just so happened that the book she was reading was so- well the book was irrelevant now. Evi grimaced at the image of turning up and explaining to the Princess that a book was more interesting than the event she was hosting. Gods, what a childish fool she will look.
But in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought as she left, deciding to walk the distance to the royal palati. It wouldn’t take too long, and anyway, the carriage was already gone, and it would take just as long to get more horses attached to another as to walk. It gave her time to think about what she would say when she arrived. Her first thoughts were to snip to her sister and cousin for not thinking of how she would get there. Her second was about what she might say to the princess by way of apology. Her third was to wonder about the others in attendance, and what they might think of her. Her fourth was to turn around and go home. She could learn etiquette from a servant if she must. But no, she continued on, determined to see this through.
Entering the room, it seems like greetings had just been finished and the lesson was about to start. There was an unfamiliar woman, one with a thick accent, currently speaking to room. The young girl slipped into the room with an apologetic smile, curtsying from a distance towards Persephone, though she didn’t know if the Princess saw it. Evi, accepting a small, unknown object from one of the lady’s maids who was making the rounds, examined it with a curious gaze, having never seen something like this before. She wondered as to its purpose and decided that this might not be as bad as she had always imagined, especially if she were to be learning something completely novel.
Evi quickly elected against the idea of causing a scene and sniping at her sister and cousin, she merely smiled at the pair as she came over to join them, deciding that at least she knew them well enough and would cause herself less of an embarrassment if she couldn't work this strange contraption. "What is it?" she murmured to Vasia softly.
Hebe caught Emilia's look and grinned. None of the other girls their age would have magical folding thingies that would give them influence and power. She conveniently pushed the part about love to the back of her mind. They must be gifts from the gods that the people of Lady Eloria’s country had received and had been divinely ordered to share with select noble ladies from Athenia. She was glad that she was counted among them.
What other wonderful things could it do? Hebe could hardly wait to find out and she fidgeted on her chair as she waited for the foreign woman’s answer. It seemed that seconds moved by as slowly as hours. The young girl’s imagination ran wild. What if it could conjure a unicorn? Nobody in all of Greece had a unicorn as a pet. Maybe it would even have wings. And perhaps the pretty object could give her the ability to fly as well. It was decorated with feathers, after all. Her sisters were going to be so envious of her. She couldn’t wait to show it to them. If they were really nice to her, maybe she would summon unicorns for them too.
She watched the servants passing the magical thingies around. Noticing a movement from the doorway, her face fell. What was Evi doing here? She had thought that none of her sisters were interested in attending the lesson at the Palati. Evi was handed a fan too and Hebe sighed in annoyance. Now she wouldn’t be the only one in her family who had one. But … maybe she would be able to use hers better than her sister? Evi was the studious type and probably had no imagination, whereas Hebe’s knew no bounds. Surely, she was more suited to wielding magic.
Evi’s didn’t fall open, so maybe that meant that it wouldn’t work well for her. Hebe managed a smile as she walked over to them. Her sister asked Vasia what it was and she almost answered. But the person who was addressed should be the one who spoke first. She constantly had to be reminded of that during her etiquette lessons. If there was one thing she did forget, it was to keep her mouth shut.
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Hebe caught Emilia's look and grinned. None of the other girls their age would have magical folding thingies that would give them influence and power. She conveniently pushed the part about love to the back of her mind. They must be gifts from the gods that the people of Lady Eloria’s country had received and had been divinely ordered to share with select noble ladies from Athenia. She was glad that she was counted among them.
What other wonderful things could it do? Hebe could hardly wait to find out and she fidgeted on her chair as she waited for the foreign woman’s answer. It seemed that seconds moved by as slowly as hours. The young girl’s imagination ran wild. What if it could conjure a unicorn? Nobody in all of Greece had a unicorn as a pet. Maybe it would even have wings. And perhaps the pretty object could give her the ability to fly as well. It was decorated with feathers, after all. Her sisters were going to be so envious of her. She couldn’t wait to show it to them. If they were really nice to her, maybe she would summon unicorns for them too.
She watched the servants passing the magical thingies around. Noticing a movement from the doorway, her face fell. What was Evi doing here? She had thought that none of her sisters were interested in attending the lesson at the Palati. Evi was handed a fan too and Hebe sighed in annoyance. Now she wouldn’t be the only one in her family who had one. But … maybe she would be able to use hers better than her sister? Evi was the studious type and probably had no imagination, whereas Hebe’s knew no bounds. Surely, she was more suited to wielding magic.
Evi’s didn’t fall open, so maybe that meant that it wouldn’t work well for her. Hebe managed a smile as she walked over to them. Her sister asked Vasia what it was and she almost answered. But the person who was addressed should be the one who spoke first. She constantly had to be reminded of that during her etiquette lessons. If there was one thing she did forget, it was to keep her mouth shut.
Hebe caught Emilia's look and grinned. None of the other girls their age would have magical folding thingies that would give them influence and power. She conveniently pushed the part about love to the back of her mind. They must be gifts from the gods that the people of Lady Eloria’s country had received and had been divinely ordered to share with select noble ladies from Athenia. She was glad that she was counted among them.
What other wonderful things could it do? Hebe could hardly wait to find out and she fidgeted on her chair as she waited for the foreign woman’s answer. It seemed that seconds moved by as slowly as hours. The young girl’s imagination ran wild. What if it could conjure a unicorn? Nobody in all of Greece had a unicorn as a pet. Maybe it would even have wings. And perhaps the pretty object could give her the ability to fly as well. It was decorated with feathers, after all. Her sisters were going to be so envious of her. She couldn’t wait to show it to them. If they were really nice to her, maybe she would summon unicorns for them too.
She watched the servants passing the magical thingies around. Noticing a movement from the doorway, her face fell. What was Evi doing here? She had thought that none of her sisters were interested in attending the lesson at the Palati. Evi was handed a fan too and Hebe sighed in annoyance. Now she wouldn’t be the only one in her family who had one. But … maybe she would be able to use hers better than her sister? Evi was the studious type and probably had no imagination, whereas Hebe’s knew no bounds. Surely, she was more suited to wielding magic.
Evi’s didn’t fall open, so maybe that meant that it wouldn’t work well for her. Hebe managed a smile as she walked over to them. Her sister asked Vasia what it was and she almost answered. But the person who was addressed should be the one who spoke first. She constantly had to be reminded of that during her etiquette lessons. If there was one thing she did forget, it was to keep her mouth shut.
Persephone was fully aware of what was happening in the room. It was part of her etiquette training that she had been instructed in being overtly observant of the chambers around her and the occupants within. There were many a technique that could be employed to look about a space within it being obvious that that was what you were doing - perpetuating the notion that she was entirely focused on the individual she was speaking with. Watching from the corner of her peripheral vision, Persephone was aware of the looks that Vasia gave towards her cousin and she turned to catch her eye fully, smiling an expression reserved for the older girls of the collection. Where Hebe and Emilia may have found a kinship via their age, the same was true for the older ladies in the room. And there was a look of understanding that Persephone offered to Vasia on a similar even par. Despite the age difference between the two of them, Persephone's role as princess had ensured that she matured beyond her years.
Then, as the retainers of the room spread amongst the nobles, distributing the little items into the elegant hands of the ladies present. Persephone took the one offered to her with a gentle touch and carefully pried it apart as she saw several others fall into an open semi-circle. At first, the item wouldn't bent or unfold but when she applied a light pressure to one of its sides in the other direction it fell open easily enough. The carefully formed lace upon the ends of the wooden skeleton were elegant and pretty and the pattern that appeared when the item was expanded was of irises and roses, printed on white fabric. It was like a portrait that had been pleated into a fold and then could open upon demand.
Persephone heard the comments regarding magic over the pieces and smiled softly at the childishness of the younger ones, her expression indulgent. Distracted for a moment by the entrance of Evi of Antonis, Persephone noted her arrival and her glance ensured that the guardsmen at the door permitted her inside. The young woman came to join the group and Persephone gestured graciously that she was to be offered a fan along with everyone else.
It was only then, when all had finished making faces and enchanted little comments over the feminine little items, that the Lady Eloria was given the chance to reply to the Lady Vasia's query...
"My Lady but of course! Such an item as this is a 'flabellum'. used in the courts of Roma to great effect and with an air of distinction, it can be a useful tool of courtly elegance." With a simple flick of her wrist that appeared enough subconscious, effortless and the work of only a heartbeat, the Lady Eloria unfurled her flabellum and then fluttered it before her own chest. The slight breeze that it offered sent several of her curls over her shoulder. "If my ladies would please practice the art of unfurling that flabellum with but a twist of their hand... such an art cannot be mastered in a single session but with much practice, that we can only hope to begin this day, can we not?" Her expression was encouraging and her hand gestures eager as she motioned for the women of the room to partake in the exercise...
Persephone took a moment to refold her flabellum and then flick it open once more, the force she utilised deliberately gentle and the arms of the fan sliding open one at a time. It fell open at nowhere near the speed and simplicity of the Lady Eloria's but at least she did not lose hold on the item entirely as some of her peers. Instead, she was left to repeat the process, attempting to render it smoother and quicker which each graceful gesture of purpose.
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Persephone was fully aware of what was happening in the room. It was part of her etiquette training that she had been instructed in being overtly observant of the chambers around her and the occupants within. There were many a technique that could be employed to look about a space within it being obvious that that was what you were doing - perpetuating the notion that she was entirely focused on the individual she was speaking with. Watching from the corner of her peripheral vision, Persephone was aware of the looks that Vasia gave towards her cousin and she turned to catch her eye fully, smiling an expression reserved for the older girls of the collection. Where Hebe and Emilia may have found a kinship via their age, the same was true for the older ladies in the room. And there was a look of understanding that Persephone offered to Vasia on a similar even par. Despite the age difference between the two of them, Persephone's role as princess had ensured that she matured beyond her years.
Then, as the retainers of the room spread amongst the nobles, distributing the little items into the elegant hands of the ladies present. Persephone took the one offered to her with a gentle touch and carefully pried it apart as she saw several others fall into an open semi-circle. At first, the item wouldn't bent or unfold but when she applied a light pressure to one of its sides in the other direction it fell open easily enough. The carefully formed lace upon the ends of the wooden skeleton were elegant and pretty and the pattern that appeared when the item was expanded was of irises and roses, printed on white fabric. It was like a portrait that had been pleated into a fold and then could open upon demand.
Persephone heard the comments regarding magic over the pieces and smiled softly at the childishness of the younger ones, her expression indulgent. Distracted for a moment by the entrance of Evi of Antonis, Persephone noted her arrival and her glance ensured that the guardsmen at the door permitted her inside. The young woman came to join the group and Persephone gestured graciously that she was to be offered a fan along with everyone else.
It was only then, when all had finished making faces and enchanted little comments over the feminine little items, that the Lady Eloria was given the chance to reply to the Lady Vasia's query...
"My Lady but of course! Such an item as this is a 'flabellum'. used in the courts of Roma to great effect and with an air of distinction, it can be a useful tool of courtly elegance." With a simple flick of her wrist that appeared enough subconscious, effortless and the work of only a heartbeat, the Lady Eloria unfurled her flabellum and then fluttered it before her own chest. The slight breeze that it offered sent several of her curls over her shoulder. "If my ladies would please practice the art of unfurling that flabellum with but a twist of their hand... such an art cannot be mastered in a single session but with much practice, that we can only hope to begin this day, can we not?" Her expression was encouraging and her hand gestures eager as she motioned for the women of the room to partake in the exercise...
Persephone took a moment to refold her flabellum and then flick it open once more, the force she utilised deliberately gentle and the arms of the fan sliding open one at a time. It fell open at nowhere near the speed and simplicity of the Lady Eloria's but at least she did not lose hold on the item entirely as some of her peers. Instead, she was left to repeat the process, attempting to render it smoother and quicker which each graceful gesture of purpose.
Persephone was fully aware of what was happening in the room. It was part of her etiquette training that she had been instructed in being overtly observant of the chambers around her and the occupants within. There were many a technique that could be employed to look about a space within it being obvious that that was what you were doing - perpetuating the notion that she was entirely focused on the individual she was speaking with. Watching from the corner of her peripheral vision, Persephone was aware of the looks that Vasia gave towards her cousin and she turned to catch her eye fully, smiling an expression reserved for the older girls of the collection. Where Hebe and Emilia may have found a kinship via their age, the same was true for the older ladies in the room. And there was a look of understanding that Persephone offered to Vasia on a similar even par. Despite the age difference between the two of them, Persephone's role as princess had ensured that she matured beyond her years.
Then, as the retainers of the room spread amongst the nobles, distributing the little items into the elegant hands of the ladies present. Persephone took the one offered to her with a gentle touch and carefully pried it apart as she saw several others fall into an open semi-circle. At first, the item wouldn't bent or unfold but when she applied a light pressure to one of its sides in the other direction it fell open easily enough. The carefully formed lace upon the ends of the wooden skeleton were elegant and pretty and the pattern that appeared when the item was expanded was of irises and roses, printed on white fabric. It was like a portrait that had been pleated into a fold and then could open upon demand.
Persephone heard the comments regarding magic over the pieces and smiled softly at the childishness of the younger ones, her expression indulgent. Distracted for a moment by the entrance of Evi of Antonis, Persephone noted her arrival and her glance ensured that the guardsmen at the door permitted her inside. The young woman came to join the group and Persephone gestured graciously that she was to be offered a fan along with everyone else.
It was only then, when all had finished making faces and enchanted little comments over the feminine little items, that the Lady Eloria was given the chance to reply to the Lady Vasia's query...
"My Lady but of course! Such an item as this is a 'flabellum'. used in the courts of Roma to great effect and with an air of distinction, it can be a useful tool of courtly elegance." With a simple flick of her wrist that appeared enough subconscious, effortless and the work of only a heartbeat, the Lady Eloria unfurled her flabellum and then fluttered it before her own chest. The slight breeze that it offered sent several of her curls over her shoulder. "If my ladies would please practice the art of unfurling that flabellum with but a twist of their hand... such an art cannot be mastered in a single session but with much practice, that we can only hope to begin this day, can we not?" Her expression was encouraging and her hand gestures eager as she motioned for the women of the room to partake in the exercise...
Persephone took a moment to refold her flabellum and then flick it open once more, the force she utilised deliberately gentle and the arms of the fan sliding open one at a time. It fell open at nowhere near the speed and simplicity of the Lady Eloria's but at least she did not lose hold on the item entirely as some of her peers. Instead, she was left to repeat the process, attempting to render it smoother and quicker which each graceful gesture of purpose.
Eagerly taking one of the magical things Lady Eloria had called 'fans' from the servants as they passed it around, Emilia's eyes were wide with wonder as she stared at it. Feathery with colors so bright, she wondered if they came from the plumage of a magical bird itself. Was that why the item had such amazing properties? How did it work? So engrossed she was by the item, Emilia barely noticed as Hebe had walked away to her sisters, but instead was suddenly rapt with attention as their instructor spoke, the way she had never done before when in a lesson.
Surely she would be able to get the attention of the handsome stableboy now!
As the lady explained the item to be called a 'flabellum' though, the young brunette couldn't help but make a face. Why did something so gorgeous had such a complicated and boring name? A tool of courtly elegance? What happened to the magic and capability of it to enchant men?
Disenchanted as she was, her hazel eyes still widened when the instructor's wrist flick proved to be more effective then Emilia's ungaitly methods to try and open what she now knew as a flabellum. The way in which the wind picked up as Lady Eloria placed it on her chest seemed to almost confirm to Emilia that the flabellum still had some form of magic to it, right? Wind couldn't just be conjured out of nowhere!
Biting her bottom lip once the lady instructed them to try, Emilia's face was one of concentration as she tried to flick - but nothing happened. Unlike the face of utter serenity Emilia was supposed to uphold in court, in its place instead, was a face akin to a child trying and failing to get a jar of sweets to open up for them. Flick, twist - right?
Wrong.
Twist, flick - and suddenly, Emilia's flabellum flew right out of her hands, in the direction of the Antonis girl's itself, and none of her shocked gasps was enough time for her to prevent it from hitting one of their faces dead on.
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Eagerly taking one of the magical things Lady Eloria had called 'fans' from the servants as they passed it around, Emilia's eyes were wide with wonder as she stared at it. Feathery with colors so bright, she wondered if they came from the plumage of a magical bird itself. Was that why the item had such amazing properties? How did it work? So engrossed she was by the item, Emilia barely noticed as Hebe had walked away to her sisters, but instead was suddenly rapt with attention as their instructor spoke, the way she had never done before when in a lesson.
Surely she would be able to get the attention of the handsome stableboy now!
As the lady explained the item to be called a 'flabellum' though, the young brunette couldn't help but make a face. Why did something so gorgeous had such a complicated and boring name? A tool of courtly elegance? What happened to the magic and capability of it to enchant men?
Disenchanted as she was, her hazel eyes still widened when the instructor's wrist flick proved to be more effective then Emilia's ungaitly methods to try and open what she now knew as a flabellum. The way in which the wind picked up as Lady Eloria placed it on her chest seemed to almost confirm to Emilia that the flabellum still had some form of magic to it, right? Wind couldn't just be conjured out of nowhere!
Biting her bottom lip once the lady instructed them to try, Emilia's face was one of concentration as she tried to flick - but nothing happened. Unlike the face of utter serenity Emilia was supposed to uphold in court, in its place instead, was a face akin to a child trying and failing to get a jar of sweets to open up for them. Flick, twist - right?
Wrong.
Twist, flick - and suddenly, Emilia's flabellum flew right out of her hands, in the direction of the Antonis girl's itself, and none of her shocked gasps was enough time for her to prevent it from hitting one of their faces dead on.
Eagerly taking one of the magical things Lady Eloria had called 'fans' from the servants as they passed it around, Emilia's eyes were wide with wonder as she stared at it. Feathery with colors so bright, she wondered if they came from the plumage of a magical bird itself. Was that why the item had such amazing properties? How did it work? So engrossed she was by the item, Emilia barely noticed as Hebe had walked away to her sisters, but instead was suddenly rapt with attention as their instructor spoke, the way she had never done before when in a lesson.
Surely she would be able to get the attention of the handsome stableboy now!
As the lady explained the item to be called a 'flabellum' though, the young brunette couldn't help but make a face. Why did something so gorgeous had such a complicated and boring name? A tool of courtly elegance? What happened to the magic and capability of it to enchant men?
Disenchanted as she was, her hazel eyes still widened when the instructor's wrist flick proved to be more effective then Emilia's ungaitly methods to try and open what she now knew as a flabellum. The way in which the wind picked up as Lady Eloria placed it on her chest seemed to almost confirm to Emilia that the flabellum still had some form of magic to it, right? Wind couldn't just be conjured out of nowhere!
Biting her bottom lip once the lady instructed them to try, Emilia's face was one of concentration as she tried to flick - but nothing happened. Unlike the face of utter serenity Emilia was supposed to uphold in court, in its place instead, was a face akin to a child trying and failing to get a jar of sweets to open up for them. Flick, twist - right?
Wrong.
Twist, flick - and suddenly, Emilia's flabellum flew right out of her hands, in the direction of the Antonis girl's itself, and none of her shocked gasps was enough time for her to prevent it from hitting one of their faces dead on.
Vasia shot their hostess a mildly apologetic look at the childish question that Hebe ventured. Whilst the girl could in no way be counted foolish, or she was just that - a child - the older girl did question the sensibility of Hebe attending. Wondering if she had made the wrong choice in bringing her, she turned her attention back to the fan. She was inspecting the one she held with a careful touch, running over the clever pleats and the intricate design. It was beautiful in a way. She had not time to ruminate on it much further though before her attention was drawn by a latecomer to the party, and here the blonde glanced toward Hebe in confusion. “I didn’t know your sister planned to join us” she mused, feeling only the slightest twinge of annoyance that she was now a babysitter to two of her younger cousins. Either way, she moved over so Evi could join them without causing a disturbance and flashed the young girl a smile.
“I don’t know, Evi, but I’m sure if we are patient, the good lady will tell us” Vasia informed her cousin in a low tone, gesturing subtly toward Lady Eloria. And sure enough, once the initial hubbub of distraction had softened into only the occasional quiet murmur or exclamation, the woman responded to Vasia’s earlier question, educating them all as to what she had shared with them.
Watching Lady Eloria, Vasia did not doubt that the flabellum could be used as a pretty little accessory, and she smiled softly at the notion of seeing them spring up amongst all the Grecian nobility after this little session. As instructed, she then went through the motions of attempting to snap the flabellum closed and open it with something approaching the elegance their teacher demonstrated. It was clearly an art to be practiced, because whilst Vasia managed to complete the action, it seemed a little unwieldy. Perhaps there was too much ‘snap’? Leaning over to show Hebe who seemed at risk of flinging hers far across the room if she wasn’t careful, it meant that Vasia was not looking when another of the flabellum did just that: Princess Emilia’s efforts sending hers skittering across to hit Vasia square in the face.
It wasn’t a particularly heavy item, by nature designed to be delicate, but still, the Antonis woman had not been expecting one to collide with her in such a manner, and so she sat back with a little gasp as the thing dropped into her lap, her hand coming up to her face where her blue eyes were watering at the impact. There was no more damage than that and what little there was to Vasia’s state of decorum, and the blonde gave a small laugh even whilst dabbing at her eye. “I think perhaps you might be being a little over-enthusiastic there, your highness,” she said, gesturing for one of her cousins to return the younger princess’ fan to her. “It does require a deceivingly light touch, does it not?”
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Vasia shot their hostess a mildly apologetic look at the childish question that Hebe ventured. Whilst the girl could in no way be counted foolish, or she was just that - a child - the older girl did question the sensibility of Hebe attending. Wondering if she had made the wrong choice in bringing her, she turned her attention back to the fan. She was inspecting the one she held with a careful touch, running over the clever pleats and the intricate design. It was beautiful in a way. She had not time to ruminate on it much further though before her attention was drawn by a latecomer to the party, and here the blonde glanced toward Hebe in confusion. “I didn’t know your sister planned to join us” she mused, feeling only the slightest twinge of annoyance that she was now a babysitter to two of her younger cousins. Either way, she moved over so Evi could join them without causing a disturbance and flashed the young girl a smile.
“I don’t know, Evi, but I’m sure if we are patient, the good lady will tell us” Vasia informed her cousin in a low tone, gesturing subtly toward Lady Eloria. And sure enough, once the initial hubbub of distraction had softened into only the occasional quiet murmur or exclamation, the woman responded to Vasia’s earlier question, educating them all as to what she had shared with them.
Watching Lady Eloria, Vasia did not doubt that the flabellum could be used as a pretty little accessory, and she smiled softly at the notion of seeing them spring up amongst all the Grecian nobility after this little session. As instructed, she then went through the motions of attempting to snap the flabellum closed and open it with something approaching the elegance their teacher demonstrated. It was clearly an art to be practiced, because whilst Vasia managed to complete the action, it seemed a little unwieldy. Perhaps there was too much ‘snap’? Leaning over to show Hebe who seemed at risk of flinging hers far across the room if she wasn’t careful, it meant that Vasia was not looking when another of the flabellum did just that: Princess Emilia’s efforts sending hers skittering across to hit Vasia square in the face.
It wasn’t a particularly heavy item, by nature designed to be delicate, but still, the Antonis woman had not been expecting one to collide with her in such a manner, and so she sat back with a little gasp as the thing dropped into her lap, her hand coming up to her face where her blue eyes were watering at the impact. There was no more damage than that and what little there was to Vasia’s state of decorum, and the blonde gave a small laugh even whilst dabbing at her eye. “I think perhaps you might be being a little over-enthusiastic there, your highness,” she said, gesturing for one of her cousins to return the younger princess’ fan to her. “It does require a deceivingly light touch, does it not?”
Vasia shot their hostess a mildly apologetic look at the childish question that Hebe ventured. Whilst the girl could in no way be counted foolish, or she was just that - a child - the older girl did question the sensibility of Hebe attending. Wondering if she had made the wrong choice in bringing her, she turned her attention back to the fan. She was inspecting the one she held with a careful touch, running over the clever pleats and the intricate design. It was beautiful in a way. She had not time to ruminate on it much further though before her attention was drawn by a latecomer to the party, and here the blonde glanced toward Hebe in confusion. “I didn’t know your sister planned to join us” she mused, feeling only the slightest twinge of annoyance that she was now a babysitter to two of her younger cousins. Either way, she moved over so Evi could join them without causing a disturbance and flashed the young girl a smile.
“I don’t know, Evi, but I’m sure if we are patient, the good lady will tell us” Vasia informed her cousin in a low tone, gesturing subtly toward Lady Eloria. And sure enough, once the initial hubbub of distraction had softened into only the occasional quiet murmur or exclamation, the woman responded to Vasia’s earlier question, educating them all as to what she had shared with them.
Watching Lady Eloria, Vasia did not doubt that the flabellum could be used as a pretty little accessory, and she smiled softly at the notion of seeing them spring up amongst all the Grecian nobility after this little session. As instructed, she then went through the motions of attempting to snap the flabellum closed and open it with something approaching the elegance their teacher demonstrated. It was clearly an art to be practiced, because whilst Vasia managed to complete the action, it seemed a little unwieldy. Perhaps there was too much ‘snap’? Leaning over to show Hebe who seemed at risk of flinging hers far across the room if she wasn’t careful, it meant that Vasia was not looking when another of the flabellum did just that: Princess Emilia’s efforts sending hers skittering across to hit Vasia square in the face.
It wasn’t a particularly heavy item, by nature designed to be delicate, but still, the Antonis woman had not been expecting one to collide with her in such a manner, and so she sat back with a little gasp as the thing dropped into her lap, her hand coming up to her face where her blue eyes were watering at the impact. There was no more damage than that and what little there was to Vasia’s state of decorum, and the blonde gave a small laugh even whilst dabbing at her eye. “I think perhaps you might be being a little over-enthusiastic there, your highness,” she said, gesturing for one of her cousins to return the younger princess’ fan to her. “It does require a deceivingly light touch, does it not?”
Though Iris' expression remained entirely unimpressed with the lesson being given them, she did find herself entirely curious about what the true purpose of the fan really was. Was it for keeping oneself cool, or was it for sheer decoration and the purpose of allure toward the opposite sex. The young lady, as witheringly unenthusiastic about using such a tool as she was, found herself wanting to emulate the movements of the tutor. The quick flick of the wrist and the ease in which she wielded the fan that may has well have been a weapon when it flew out of Princess Emilia's hand.
Pausing and tensing, finding that she did not want to be the second social casualty of the afternoon, Iris stared hard at the feathered object between her fingers. Once more, she watched the teacher splay out her fan with a practiced ease that Iris almost couldn't hope to achieve. For a moment, she found herself also wondering what a stupid little fan would do to entice men toward her and whether she actually wanted the skills that were being taught here.
Young and still wanting to fit in even if she did not frequent court too often, Iris made an attempt at splaying out her fan in the same way that Lady Eloria did. Throwing it out too quickly, the feathers at the end brushed against Iris' nose and she found herself sneezing and then immediately reddening out of embarrassment. "Apologies, majesty," Iris said quickly, folding the fan up quickly and turning her head away in an expression of stark embarrassment.
It was such a small thing, but she was ready to make an escape. There were reasons that she didn't enjoy court so much, and oftentimes those reasons were because she saw her own self as being far too clumsy and embarrassing to flit about with the other ladies her age. She wasn't even coordinated enough to fold out a fan in an interesting way, and despite Lady Eloria's insistence was that no one lady would gain the skill immediately, Iris mentally kicked herself and her inexperience anyway.
This was an utterly horrible lesson and she found herself glancing to Elysia in an expression that almost pleaded for help. She did not hold the grace of her elder cousin, though she often wished that she did.
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Though Iris' expression remained entirely unimpressed with the lesson being given them, she did find herself entirely curious about what the true purpose of the fan really was. Was it for keeping oneself cool, or was it for sheer decoration and the purpose of allure toward the opposite sex. The young lady, as witheringly unenthusiastic about using such a tool as she was, found herself wanting to emulate the movements of the tutor. The quick flick of the wrist and the ease in which she wielded the fan that may has well have been a weapon when it flew out of Princess Emilia's hand.
Pausing and tensing, finding that she did not want to be the second social casualty of the afternoon, Iris stared hard at the feathered object between her fingers. Once more, she watched the teacher splay out her fan with a practiced ease that Iris almost couldn't hope to achieve. For a moment, she found herself also wondering what a stupid little fan would do to entice men toward her and whether she actually wanted the skills that were being taught here.
Young and still wanting to fit in even if she did not frequent court too often, Iris made an attempt at splaying out her fan in the same way that Lady Eloria did. Throwing it out too quickly, the feathers at the end brushed against Iris' nose and she found herself sneezing and then immediately reddening out of embarrassment. "Apologies, majesty," Iris said quickly, folding the fan up quickly and turning her head away in an expression of stark embarrassment.
It was such a small thing, but she was ready to make an escape. There were reasons that she didn't enjoy court so much, and oftentimes those reasons were because she saw her own self as being far too clumsy and embarrassing to flit about with the other ladies her age. She wasn't even coordinated enough to fold out a fan in an interesting way, and despite Lady Eloria's insistence was that no one lady would gain the skill immediately, Iris mentally kicked herself and her inexperience anyway.
This was an utterly horrible lesson and she found herself glancing to Elysia in an expression that almost pleaded for help. She did not hold the grace of her elder cousin, though she often wished that she did.
Though Iris' expression remained entirely unimpressed with the lesson being given them, she did find herself entirely curious about what the true purpose of the fan really was. Was it for keeping oneself cool, or was it for sheer decoration and the purpose of allure toward the opposite sex. The young lady, as witheringly unenthusiastic about using such a tool as she was, found herself wanting to emulate the movements of the tutor. The quick flick of the wrist and the ease in which she wielded the fan that may has well have been a weapon when it flew out of Princess Emilia's hand.
Pausing and tensing, finding that she did not want to be the second social casualty of the afternoon, Iris stared hard at the feathered object between her fingers. Once more, she watched the teacher splay out her fan with a practiced ease that Iris almost couldn't hope to achieve. For a moment, she found herself also wondering what a stupid little fan would do to entice men toward her and whether she actually wanted the skills that were being taught here.
Young and still wanting to fit in even if she did not frequent court too often, Iris made an attempt at splaying out her fan in the same way that Lady Eloria did. Throwing it out too quickly, the feathers at the end brushed against Iris' nose and she found herself sneezing and then immediately reddening out of embarrassment. "Apologies, majesty," Iris said quickly, folding the fan up quickly and turning her head away in an expression of stark embarrassment.
It was such a small thing, but she was ready to make an escape. There were reasons that she didn't enjoy court so much, and oftentimes those reasons were because she saw her own self as being far too clumsy and embarrassing to flit about with the other ladies her age. She wasn't even coordinated enough to fold out a fan in an interesting way, and despite Lady Eloria's insistence was that no one lady would gain the skill immediately, Iris mentally kicked herself and her inexperience anyway.
This was an utterly horrible lesson and she found herself glancing to Elysia in an expression that almost pleaded for help. She did not hold the grace of her elder cousin, though she often wished that she did.
With her cousin’s guidance, Evi turned to pay attention to the Lady Eloria, who was now preparing to share more information about the devices she had had handed out. Ah, a ‘flabellum’. What a strange name. Though it seemed appropriate given that the item in question was just as strange. Evi tried to unfurl the material as shown by Lady Eloria, and she managed it, but not with nearly as much grace or finesse as their instructor managed. The girl refolded it and tried again, this time trying to flick her wrist in the way demonstrated. It wasn’t easy, and she could tell that Lady Eloria was right - to master this would take lots of practice.
She paused her own practices to watch the others try their hand at opening the fans, and felt no small amount of chagrin as others succeeded with an element of grace. she was - inwardly - pleased to see that the young princess Emilia was struggling as much as she was, and spared the girl a small smile before turning back to her own attempts at opening the strange contraption with at least some grace. This was why she didn’t enjoy etiquette lessons. They required so much time and effort. Nothing could be easily learnt.
Unprepared for the flying flabellum through the air, which hit Vasia with a light ‘thunk’, Evi dropped her own fan in shock. She quickly bent down to retrieve the fan, which had unfurled properly with gravity to assist it. Curious. Closing it again as she stood up, Evi rested her hand on her cousin’s arm and quietly asked if she was alright. Her eyes were watering, though it seemed that was out of surprise than actual pain. Her cousin even laughed lightly. Evi took this as permission to release her own small titter of amusement. It had been quiet funny, though Evi was glad that it had been the princess to make such a mistake, rather than herself.
Taking the flabellum from her cousin’s outstretched hand, Evi quietly made her way over to the young princess, a gentle smile plastered across her face. “I’m glad I’m not the only one struggling with this contraption, your highness,” Evi whispered conspiratorially as she handed back the remarkable little device to Emilia. She didn’t immediately walk away and return to her sister and cousin, though. “I think if we try to flick it downwards, we might have a little more success, what do you think?”
Truth be told, Evi didn’t know the proper etiquette for talking to royalty - she wondered if she should just keep her mouth shut and curtsey and back away or something. Persephone, older and seemingly much more sure of herself, felt like a complete no-go, but Emilia, with her youthful, excitable manner, seemed just like Evi’s own younger sister. In all actuality, Evi and Emilia were the same age. It made it much easier for her to approach the younger of the royal siblings.
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With her cousin’s guidance, Evi turned to pay attention to the Lady Eloria, who was now preparing to share more information about the devices she had had handed out. Ah, a ‘flabellum’. What a strange name. Though it seemed appropriate given that the item in question was just as strange. Evi tried to unfurl the material as shown by Lady Eloria, and she managed it, but not with nearly as much grace or finesse as their instructor managed. The girl refolded it and tried again, this time trying to flick her wrist in the way demonstrated. It wasn’t easy, and she could tell that Lady Eloria was right - to master this would take lots of practice.
She paused her own practices to watch the others try their hand at opening the fans, and felt no small amount of chagrin as others succeeded with an element of grace. she was - inwardly - pleased to see that the young princess Emilia was struggling as much as she was, and spared the girl a small smile before turning back to her own attempts at opening the strange contraption with at least some grace. This was why she didn’t enjoy etiquette lessons. They required so much time and effort. Nothing could be easily learnt.
Unprepared for the flying flabellum through the air, which hit Vasia with a light ‘thunk’, Evi dropped her own fan in shock. She quickly bent down to retrieve the fan, which had unfurled properly with gravity to assist it. Curious. Closing it again as she stood up, Evi rested her hand on her cousin’s arm and quietly asked if she was alright. Her eyes were watering, though it seemed that was out of surprise than actual pain. Her cousin even laughed lightly. Evi took this as permission to release her own small titter of amusement. It had been quiet funny, though Evi was glad that it had been the princess to make such a mistake, rather than herself.
Taking the flabellum from her cousin’s outstretched hand, Evi quietly made her way over to the young princess, a gentle smile plastered across her face. “I’m glad I’m not the only one struggling with this contraption, your highness,” Evi whispered conspiratorially as she handed back the remarkable little device to Emilia. She didn’t immediately walk away and return to her sister and cousin, though. “I think if we try to flick it downwards, we might have a little more success, what do you think?”
Truth be told, Evi didn’t know the proper etiquette for talking to royalty - she wondered if she should just keep her mouth shut and curtsey and back away or something. Persephone, older and seemingly much more sure of herself, felt like a complete no-go, but Emilia, with her youthful, excitable manner, seemed just like Evi’s own younger sister. In all actuality, Evi and Emilia were the same age. It made it much easier for her to approach the younger of the royal siblings.
With her cousin’s guidance, Evi turned to pay attention to the Lady Eloria, who was now preparing to share more information about the devices she had had handed out. Ah, a ‘flabellum’. What a strange name. Though it seemed appropriate given that the item in question was just as strange. Evi tried to unfurl the material as shown by Lady Eloria, and she managed it, but not with nearly as much grace or finesse as their instructor managed. The girl refolded it and tried again, this time trying to flick her wrist in the way demonstrated. It wasn’t easy, and she could tell that Lady Eloria was right - to master this would take lots of practice.
She paused her own practices to watch the others try their hand at opening the fans, and felt no small amount of chagrin as others succeeded with an element of grace. she was - inwardly - pleased to see that the young princess Emilia was struggling as much as she was, and spared the girl a small smile before turning back to her own attempts at opening the strange contraption with at least some grace. This was why she didn’t enjoy etiquette lessons. They required so much time and effort. Nothing could be easily learnt.
Unprepared for the flying flabellum through the air, which hit Vasia with a light ‘thunk’, Evi dropped her own fan in shock. She quickly bent down to retrieve the fan, which had unfurled properly with gravity to assist it. Curious. Closing it again as she stood up, Evi rested her hand on her cousin’s arm and quietly asked if she was alright. Her eyes were watering, though it seemed that was out of surprise than actual pain. Her cousin even laughed lightly. Evi took this as permission to release her own small titter of amusement. It had been quiet funny, though Evi was glad that it had been the princess to make such a mistake, rather than herself.
Taking the flabellum from her cousin’s outstretched hand, Evi quietly made her way over to the young princess, a gentle smile plastered across her face. “I’m glad I’m not the only one struggling with this contraption, your highness,” Evi whispered conspiratorially as she handed back the remarkable little device to Emilia. She didn’t immediately walk away and return to her sister and cousin, though. “I think if we try to flick it downwards, we might have a little more success, what do you think?”
Truth be told, Evi didn’t know the proper etiquette for talking to royalty - she wondered if she should just keep her mouth shut and curtsey and back away or something. Persephone, older and seemingly much more sure of herself, felt like a complete no-go, but Emilia, with her youthful, excitable manner, seemed just like Evi’s own younger sister. In all actuality, Evi and Emilia were the same age. It made it much easier for her to approach the younger of the royal siblings.
Persephone wasn't sure whether to roll her eyes or laugh at the chaos that now reigned over the Grand Hall. In a room that was full of women that made their lifestyles and livelihoods being graceful and dignified, the chamber now held only the uncoordinated and the embarrassed. As some got the flabellum's finery up their noses, others dropped theirs or struggled with unfurling them so badly that they ended up waving the damn thing hard enough that they might concuss anyone that it struck... to actually sending their fans airborne and into the faces of others!
Persephone's eyes watched as the fan - too far from herself to be able to catch or perhaps divert in some way - sailed through the air and struck Vasia of Antonis in the face. Of all the women to suffer from such a thing, the dignified and determined lady of the Antonis House was perhaps the one least suited to being so thoroughly embarrassed. Though Persephone hoped against hope that the small trifle of an item hadn't been thrown by her sister with enough force to do any damage.
She, like many in the room, instantly stopped what they were doing to witness if the Lady Vasia was alright, only to offer soft and awkward little laughs when the woman serenely and cleanly offered the princess a full apology and acceptance in her classy choice of wording. Persephone shot the lady a very thankful look of kindness that mingled with the slight wrinkling of her nose to show contrition and apology alongside it.
Looking around the group, Persephone noted that her careful grace ensured that she was perhaps the least awkward in the flabellum but she still could not unfurl it with any of the speed or accuracy that the Lady Eloria could and she was careful to practice it several times in order to try and get closer to the artistry that their tutor offered. Lady Eloria only commented here and there to a few people in the hopes of correcting them in whatever they were doing wrong and, after Emilia's embarrassing display turned to her next.
"You lovely friend has the correct idea, Your Highness..." The Lady Eloria encouraged, glancing towards the Lady Evi. "Always unfurl downwards. And, if you find yourself unable to open the item, try turning it to face the other way. You could be trying to unfurl it inside out." Her smile was sweet and kind and her eyes compassionate over the confusion and Persephone was curious enough to investigate her claims.
She turned the fan and tried to open it again but it did not work - it cocked outwards perhaps an inch and then refused to unfurl further. She turned it back and it unfurled easily. Curious... she thought to herself.
Distracted by a sharp clapping from their lady instructor, Persephone looked up to bear witness of the Lady Eloria with a smile upon her face.
"Now, ladies, I am sure each and every one of you has held that position of frustration where your face wishes to tell one thing but your words another? This little trifle will save your facial muscles as you attempt to control your smiles or grimaces. Observe..." She moved the fan to cover her face to the bridge of her nose. After the fluttering ends of the fan, her eyes tapered upwards and fluttered brightly. She looked as if she were smiling.
Then she closed the flabellum with a flick of her wrist and the rest of her expression came into view. Her lips were twisted into a snarl and the upper of the two curled in distaste. Persephone was surprised at how the eyes could deceive so without the rest of the features involved.
"Now you ladies try..." The Lady Eloria encouraged, with a wave of her fan towards them...
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Persephone wasn't sure whether to roll her eyes or laugh at the chaos that now reigned over the Grand Hall. In a room that was full of women that made their lifestyles and livelihoods being graceful and dignified, the chamber now held only the uncoordinated and the embarrassed. As some got the flabellum's finery up their noses, others dropped theirs or struggled with unfurling them so badly that they ended up waving the damn thing hard enough that they might concuss anyone that it struck... to actually sending their fans airborne and into the faces of others!
Persephone's eyes watched as the fan - too far from herself to be able to catch or perhaps divert in some way - sailed through the air and struck Vasia of Antonis in the face. Of all the women to suffer from such a thing, the dignified and determined lady of the Antonis House was perhaps the one least suited to being so thoroughly embarrassed. Though Persephone hoped against hope that the small trifle of an item hadn't been thrown by her sister with enough force to do any damage.
She, like many in the room, instantly stopped what they were doing to witness if the Lady Vasia was alright, only to offer soft and awkward little laughs when the woman serenely and cleanly offered the princess a full apology and acceptance in her classy choice of wording. Persephone shot the lady a very thankful look of kindness that mingled with the slight wrinkling of her nose to show contrition and apology alongside it.
Looking around the group, Persephone noted that her careful grace ensured that she was perhaps the least awkward in the flabellum but she still could not unfurl it with any of the speed or accuracy that the Lady Eloria could and she was careful to practice it several times in order to try and get closer to the artistry that their tutor offered. Lady Eloria only commented here and there to a few people in the hopes of correcting them in whatever they were doing wrong and, after Emilia's embarrassing display turned to her next.
"You lovely friend has the correct idea, Your Highness..." The Lady Eloria encouraged, glancing towards the Lady Evi. "Always unfurl downwards. And, if you find yourself unable to open the item, try turning it to face the other way. You could be trying to unfurl it inside out." Her smile was sweet and kind and her eyes compassionate over the confusion and Persephone was curious enough to investigate her claims.
She turned the fan and tried to open it again but it did not work - it cocked outwards perhaps an inch and then refused to unfurl further. She turned it back and it unfurled easily. Curious... she thought to herself.
Distracted by a sharp clapping from their lady instructor, Persephone looked up to bear witness of the Lady Eloria with a smile upon her face.
"Now, ladies, I am sure each and every one of you has held that position of frustration where your face wishes to tell one thing but your words another? This little trifle will save your facial muscles as you attempt to control your smiles or grimaces. Observe..." She moved the fan to cover her face to the bridge of her nose. After the fluttering ends of the fan, her eyes tapered upwards and fluttered brightly. She looked as if she were smiling.
Then she closed the flabellum with a flick of her wrist and the rest of her expression came into view. Her lips were twisted into a snarl and the upper of the two curled in distaste. Persephone was surprised at how the eyes could deceive so without the rest of the features involved.
"Now you ladies try..." The Lady Eloria encouraged, with a wave of her fan towards them...
Persephone wasn't sure whether to roll her eyes or laugh at the chaos that now reigned over the Grand Hall. In a room that was full of women that made their lifestyles and livelihoods being graceful and dignified, the chamber now held only the uncoordinated and the embarrassed. As some got the flabellum's finery up their noses, others dropped theirs or struggled with unfurling them so badly that they ended up waving the damn thing hard enough that they might concuss anyone that it struck... to actually sending their fans airborne and into the faces of others!
Persephone's eyes watched as the fan - too far from herself to be able to catch or perhaps divert in some way - sailed through the air and struck Vasia of Antonis in the face. Of all the women to suffer from such a thing, the dignified and determined lady of the Antonis House was perhaps the one least suited to being so thoroughly embarrassed. Though Persephone hoped against hope that the small trifle of an item hadn't been thrown by her sister with enough force to do any damage.
She, like many in the room, instantly stopped what they were doing to witness if the Lady Vasia was alright, only to offer soft and awkward little laughs when the woman serenely and cleanly offered the princess a full apology and acceptance in her classy choice of wording. Persephone shot the lady a very thankful look of kindness that mingled with the slight wrinkling of her nose to show contrition and apology alongside it.
Looking around the group, Persephone noted that her careful grace ensured that she was perhaps the least awkward in the flabellum but she still could not unfurl it with any of the speed or accuracy that the Lady Eloria could and she was careful to practice it several times in order to try and get closer to the artistry that their tutor offered. Lady Eloria only commented here and there to a few people in the hopes of correcting them in whatever they were doing wrong and, after Emilia's embarrassing display turned to her next.
"You lovely friend has the correct idea, Your Highness..." The Lady Eloria encouraged, glancing towards the Lady Evi. "Always unfurl downwards. And, if you find yourself unable to open the item, try turning it to face the other way. You could be trying to unfurl it inside out." Her smile was sweet and kind and her eyes compassionate over the confusion and Persephone was curious enough to investigate her claims.
She turned the fan and tried to open it again but it did not work - it cocked outwards perhaps an inch and then refused to unfurl further. She turned it back and it unfurled easily. Curious... she thought to herself.
Distracted by a sharp clapping from their lady instructor, Persephone looked up to bear witness of the Lady Eloria with a smile upon her face.
"Now, ladies, I am sure each and every one of you has held that position of frustration where your face wishes to tell one thing but your words another? This little trifle will save your facial muscles as you attempt to control your smiles or grimaces. Observe..." She moved the fan to cover her face to the bridge of her nose. After the fluttering ends of the fan, her eyes tapered upwards and fluttered brightly. She looked as if she were smiling.
Then she closed the flabellum with a flick of her wrist and the rest of her expression came into view. Her lips were twisted into a snarl and the upper of the two curled in distaste. Persephone was surprised at how the eyes could deceive so without the rest of the features involved.
"Now you ladies try..." The Lady Eloria encouraged, with a wave of her fan towards them...
The young princess could only watch in mute horror as her device flew out of her hands, and then promptly hit the lady Vasia square in the face - seriously, if she had been meaning to hit Vasia, she wouldn't have hit her target. Emilia was notorious for her lack of hand eye coordination, that her father had banned Emilia from most trainiing of weapons. Or had it been all? The last time she had tried archery, her intended target was three feet away from where her arrow had ended up, and she had almost drove an arrow right into her instructor's chest, and the instructor had been standing behind her!
Immediately apologetic, Emilia gasped as Vasia sat down heavily, and hurriedly ran over with profuse apologies. Thankful when Evi addressed her as a way to defuse the tension that was no doubt brewing (Emilia could almost feel the amount of eyes on the back of her neck!), the brunette mouthed a 'thank you!' to Evi, but was slightly terrified to turn around and meet Persephone's no doubt chastising gaze.
Nodding as she bit her bottom lip, she finally did pivot on her toes, but remaining steadfastly standing next to Evi and her cousin, her fan which had been handed back to her by Evi still gripped in her hands. Did she dare try again? Who else could be a victim of her impossibly slippery hands next? Emilia was almost afraid to try. But to just stand stock still as a statue for the next hour or so as all the ladies did their part wasn't an option either.
So instead, Emilia tried her best.
With her eyes as focused as they could be, her attention so riveted on making sure the fan no longer flew out of her grip that Emilia's tongue absent-mindedly found its way to be bitter between her lips, the brunette tried and unfurl - it but the blasted thing wouldn't move! Did it have a mind of it's own? Or maybe Emilia had insulted it in its past life? Why wouldn't it go!
Startling a little when the Lady Eloria clapped sharply, Emilia's surprised look turned first to Evi as if trying to reconfirm with the Antonis lady what was going on, only to notice halfway that the lady in charge of the lesson was speaking. Belatedly, she realized the lady Eloria had given more instructions - instructions which Emilia had completely missed out in her haze of confusion and catching up. Her face showed clear panic as she fumbled, before whispering to Evi. "W-what are we supposed to do now? What did the lady say?" she asked, her voice trembling a little in her slight nervousness over her lack of knowledge as to what was happening next.
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The young princess could only watch in mute horror as her device flew out of her hands, and then promptly hit the lady Vasia square in the face - seriously, if she had been meaning to hit Vasia, she wouldn't have hit her target. Emilia was notorious for her lack of hand eye coordination, that her father had banned Emilia from most trainiing of weapons. Or had it been all? The last time she had tried archery, her intended target was three feet away from where her arrow had ended up, and she had almost drove an arrow right into her instructor's chest, and the instructor had been standing behind her!
Immediately apologetic, Emilia gasped as Vasia sat down heavily, and hurriedly ran over with profuse apologies. Thankful when Evi addressed her as a way to defuse the tension that was no doubt brewing (Emilia could almost feel the amount of eyes on the back of her neck!), the brunette mouthed a 'thank you!' to Evi, but was slightly terrified to turn around and meet Persephone's no doubt chastising gaze.
Nodding as she bit her bottom lip, she finally did pivot on her toes, but remaining steadfastly standing next to Evi and her cousin, her fan which had been handed back to her by Evi still gripped in her hands. Did she dare try again? Who else could be a victim of her impossibly slippery hands next? Emilia was almost afraid to try. But to just stand stock still as a statue for the next hour or so as all the ladies did their part wasn't an option either.
So instead, Emilia tried her best.
With her eyes as focused as they could be, her attention so riveted on making sure the fan no longer flew out of her grip that Emilia's tongue absent-mindedly found its way to be bitter between her lips, the brunette tried and unfurl - it but the blasted thing wouldn't move! Did it have a mind of it's own? Or maybe Emilia had insulted it in its past life? Why wouldn't it go!
Startling a little when the Lady Eloria clapped sharply, Emilia's surprised look turned first to Evi as if trying to reconfirm with the Antonis lady what was going on, only to notice halfway that the lady in charge of the lesson was speaking. Belatedly, she realized the lady Eloria had given more instructions - instructions which Emilia had completely missed out in her haze of confusion and catching up. Her face showed clear panic as she fumbled, before whispering to Evi. "W-what are we supposed to do now? What did the lady say?" she asked, her voice trembling a little in her slight nervousness over her lack of knowledge as to what was happening next.
The young princess could only watch in mute horror as her device flew out of her hands, and then promptly hit the lady Vasia square in the face - seriously, if she had been meaning to hit Vasia, she wouldn't have hit her target. Emilia was notorious for her lack of hand eye coordination, that her father had banned Emilia from most trainiing of weapons. Or had it been all? The last time she had tried archery, her intended target was three feet away from where her arrow had ended up, and she had almost drove an arrow right into her instructor's chest, and the instructor had been standing behind her!
Immediately apologetic, Emilia gasped as Vasia sat down heavily, and hurriedly ran over with profuse apologies. Thankful when Evi addressed her as a way to defuse the tension that was no doubt brewing (Emilia could almost feel the amount of eyes on the back of her neck!), the brunette mouthed a 'thank you!' to Evi, but was slightly terrified to turn around and meet Persephone's no doubt chastising gaze.
Nodding as she bit her bottom lip, she finally did pivot on her toes, but remaining steadfastly standing next to Evi and her cousin, her fan which had been handed back to her by Evi still gripped in her hands. Did she dare try again? Who else could be a victim of her impossibly slippery hands next? Emilia was almost afraid to try. But to just stand stock still as a statue for the next hour or so as all the ladies did their part wasn't an option either.
So instead, Emilia tried her best.
With her eyes as focused as they could be, her attention so riveted on making sure the fan no longer flew out of her grip that Emilia's tongue absent-mindedly found its way to be bitter between her lips, the brunette tried and unfurl - it but the blasted thing wouldn't move! Did it have a mind of it's own? Or maybe Emilia had insulted it in its past life? Why wouldn't it go!
Startling a little when the Lady Eloria clapped sharply, Emilia's surprised look turned first to Evi as if trying to reconfirm with the Antonis lady what was going on, only to notice halfway that the lady in charge of the lesson was speaking. Belatedly, she realized the lady Eloria had given more instructions - instructions which Emilia had completely missed out in her haze of confusion and catching up. Her face showed clear panic as she fumbled, before whispering to Evi. "W-what are we supposed to do now? What did the lady say?" she asked, her voice trembling a little in her slight nervousness over her lack of knowledge as to what was happening next.
Evi’s cheeks flushed scarlet at being singled out by the Lady Eloria, even if it was in praise. She had meant her comment only as a passing fancy to try to encourage the young princess to try again, and was secretly pleased about being right. With new gusto, the girl held her fan at an angle and tried to let gravity do its work on the rest. She was met with some success this time, and she smiled brightly, looking around to her sister and cousin, eyes sparkling with joy at being able to open the strange contraption with some semblance of grace. She was by no means as good as their instructor… but it was a start and she was proud of herself all the same.
These etiquette lessons didn’t seem so bad after all, she thought to herself as she pushed the fan closed once again and tried, this time with a little flourish, to open it. It didn’t work this time, and the young girl huffed in annoyance, glaring at it like it had just insulted her family name. Still, practice makes perfect, as everyone was always telling her, and she would not give up. What else was she to do but keep trying, especially in such esteemed company.
Evi paused in her attempts at controlling the flabellum as Lady Eloria spoke again, this time showing them how the fan could be used to cover facial expressions. Evi didn’t quite understand why they were being shown that. Evi had always been taught to show restraint in expression of thoughts and feelings, lest she insult someone. It was the duty of a lady to always maintain an air of poised calmness, not to be making faces behind a fan, surely? The girl stifled a giggle as Lady Eloria revealed her snarl to the other women in the room. She did look rather funny, with her face contorted like that, though her eyes seemed to be just smiling. It was a strange look, Evi thought.
The girl opened her own fan to practice her own silly expressions as she heard the Princess’ whispering beside her. She looked over, her brain stuttering for a moment at the thought of being responsible for showing the Princess what to do. “Uh… so the Lady Eloria just made a silly face, but she hid it behind the flabellum, so you could only see her eyes, which looked normal. I think we’re to practice making funny faces at each other.” Evi whispered in return. She didn’t quite understand why they were to make faces at each other… it didn’t seem like quite the ladylike thing she thought they were going to be taught when she had originally heard about this lesson in etiquette… but if that’s what Lady Eloria wanted them to do, Evi would throw herself into the activity with gusto.
“Here,” she turned to face Princess Emilia bodily and flicked open her flabellum, though she almost dropped it in the process. Thumbing the flabellum between her fingers, she made sure it was open to its fullest extent. “I’ll go first, see if you can guess what silly face I am making?” She smiled as she brought the fan up to cover the bottom half of her face and then changed her expression to one of abject horror, as if there were snakes swimming around in her bath.
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Evi’s cheeks flushed scarlet at being singled out by the Lady Eloria, even if it was in praise. She had meant her comment only as a passing fancy to try to encourage the young princess to try again, and was secretly pleased about being right. With new gusto, the girl held her fan at an angle and tried to let gravity do its work on the rest. She was met with some success this time, and she smiled brightly, looking around to her sister and cousin, eyes sparkling with joy at being able to open the strange contraption with some semblance of grace. She was by no means as good as their instructor… but it was a start and she was proud of herself all the same.
These etiquette lessons didn’t seem so bad after all, she thought to herself as she pushed the fan closed once again and tried, this time with a little flourish, to open it. It didn’t work this time, and the young girl huffed in annoyance, glaring at it like it had just insulted her family name. Still, practice makes perfect, as everyone was always telling her, and she would not give up. What else was she to do but keep trying, especially in such esteemed company.
Evi paused in her attempts at controlling the flabellum as Lady Eloria spoke again, this time showing them how the fan could be used to cover facial expressions. Evi didn’t quite understand why they were being shown that. Evi had always been taught to show restraint in expression of thoughts and feelings, lest she insult someone. It was the duty of a lady to always maintain an air of poised calmness, not to be making faces behind a fan, surely? The girl stifled a giggle as Lady Eloria revealed her snarl to the other women in the room. She did look rather funny, with her face contorted like that, though her eyes seemed to be just smiling. It was a strange look, Evi thought.
The girl opened her own fan to practice her own silly expressions as she heard the Princess’ whispering beside her. She looked over, her brain stuttering for a moment at the thought of being responsible for showing the Princess what to do. “Uh… so the Lady Eloria just made a silly face, but she hid it behind the flabellum, so you could only see her eyes, which looked normal. I think we’re to practice making funny faces at each other.” Evi whispered in return. She didn’t quite understand why they were to make faces at each other… it didn’t seem like quite the ladylike thing she thought they were going to be taught when she had originally heard about this lesson in etiquette… but if that’s what Lady Eloria wanted them to do, Evi would throw herself into the activity with gusto.
“Here,” she turned to face Princess Emilia bodily and flicked open her flabellum, though she almost dropped it in the process. Thumbing the flabellum between her fingers, she made sure it was open to its fullest extent. “I’ll go first, see if you can guess what silly face I am making?” She smiled as she brought the fan up to cover the bottom half of her face and then changed her expression to one of abject horror, as if there were snakes swimming around in her bath.
Evi’s cheeks flushed scarlet at being singled out by the Lady Eloria, even if it was in praise. She had meant her comment only as a passing fancy to try to encourage the young princess to try again, and was secretly pleased about being right. With new gusto, the girl held her fan at an angle and tried to let gravity do its work on the rest. She was met with some success this time, and she smiled brightly, looking around to her sister and cousin, eyes sparkling with joy at being able to open the strange contraption with some semblance of grace. She was by no means as good as their instructor… but it was a start and she was proud of herself all the same.
These etiquette lessons didn’t seem so bad after all, she thought to herself as she pushed the fan closed once again and tried, this time with a little flourish, to open it. It didn’t work this time, and the young girl huffed in annoyance, glaring at it like it had just insulted her family name. Still, practice makes perfect, as everyone was always telling her, and she would not give up. What else was she to do but keep trying, especially in such esteemed company.
Evi paused in her attempts at controlling the flabellum as Lady Eloria spoke again, this time showing them how the fan could be used to cover facial expressions. Evi didn’t quite understand why they were being shown that. Evi had always been taught to show restraint in expression of thoughts and feelings, lest she insult someone. It was the duty of a lady to always maintain an air of poised calmness, not to be making faces behind a fan, surely? The girl stifled a giggle as Lady Eloria revealed her snarl to the other women in the room. She did look rather funny, with her face contorted like that, though her eyes seemed to be just smiling. It was a strange look, Evi thought.
The girl opened her own fan to practice her own silly expressions as she heard the Princess’ whispering beside her. She looked over, her brain stuttering for a moment at the thought of being responsible for showing the Princess what to do. “Uh… so the Lady Eloria just made a silly face, but she hid it behind the flabellum, so you could only see her eyes, which looked normal. I think we’re to practice making funny faces at each other.” Evi whispered in return. She didn’t quite understand why they were to make faces at each other… it didn’t seem like quite the ladylike thing she thought they were going to be taught when she had originally heard about this lesson in etiquette… but if that’s what Lady Eloria wanted them to do, Evi would throw herself into the activity with gusto.
“Here,” she turned to face Princess Emilia bodily and flicked open her flabellum, though she almost dropped it in the process. Thumbing the flabellum between her fingers, she made sure it was open to its fullest extent. “I’ll go first, see if you can guess what silly face I am making?” She smiled as she brought the fan up to cover the bottom half of her face and then changed her expression to one of abject horror, as if there were snakes swimming around in her bath.
“I didn’t either.” Hebe said in answer to Vasia’s comment that she was unaware that Evi was going to join them. She supposed that her sister had changed her mind. Now she’s going to learn to do magic too, she thought glumly. But I’ll still be better at it. She watched as Lady Eloria showed them how to flick the pretty flab-bell-um … a very hard word to say … with their wrists. The youngest Antonis sister tried, but dropped it several times on the floor and banged it against her arm and her chest.
Vasia tried to help her with it, instructing her to be more gentle, and she finally managed to get it right. Sure that she had the hang of it now, she tried it again and down it went back to the floor. After picking it up, she saw another flab-whatever flying through the air. It hit her cousin in the face and then fell into her lap. Hebe recognized the flab… yes, she was going to call it ‘flab’ from now on … as Princess Emilia’s and she looked toward the younger girl in sympathy, knowing how horrible she must feel.
Her blonde cousin seemed more shocked than hurt and had only kind words for Emilia when she rushed over to apologize. Hebe reached for the princess’ flab but Evi beat her to it and was the one to return it to her. “You’re doing better than I am,” she told Emilia. “See?” Flicking her wrist, the flab did open, but not in the direction she expected it to. It smacked softly against her forehead, the feathers tickling her skin.
Evi had an interesting idea, which was approved by Lady Eloria. The young girl sighed in frustration, jealous that her sister had been singled out instead of her. I hope we can take these home so that we can practice. I will practice so much that I will be the better than anyone. Pausing after she hit herself in the ear, she watched the other ladies. Some of them were quite graceful while others were nearly as clumsy as she.
Lady Eloria’s clapping made her jump and once again, her flab clattered to the floor. She listened as she retrieved it, looking up in time to see the foreign woman hide her lower face with her own flab. Her eyes widened when she lowered it and revealed that her lips were curled in disgust. So they were to make funny faces behind their flabs? Evi demonstrated to Emilia, and Hebe was surprised that she could not read her own sister’s expression.
It took Hebe a few tries before her flab opened. Lowering it so that it covered her nose and mouth, she pretended that she was annoyed. “What kind of expression am I making, Lady Eloria?” she asked loudly, unaware that she was rolling her eyes as she feigned indignation.
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“I didn’t either.” Hebe said in answer to Vasia’s comment that she was unaware that Evi was going to join them. She supposed that her sister had changed her mind. Now she’s going to learn to do magic too, she thought glumly. But I’ll still be better at it. She watched as Lady Eloria showed them how to flick the pretty flab-bell-um … a very hard word to say … with their wrists. The youngest Antonis sister tried, but dropped it several times on the floor and banged it against her arm and her chest.
Vasia tried to help her with it, instructing her to be more gentle, and she finally managed to get it right. Sure that she had the hang of it now, she tried it again and down it went back to the floor. After picking it up, she saw another flab-whatever flying through the air. It hit her cousin in the face and then fell into her lap. Hebe recognized the flab… yes, she was going to call it ‘flab’ from now on … as Princess Emilia’s and she looked toward the younger girl in sympathy, knowing how horrible she must feel.
Her blonde cousin seemed more shocked than hurt and had only kind words for Emilia when she rushed over to apologize. Hebe reached for the princess’ flab but Evi beat her to it and was the one to return it to her. “You’re doing better than I am,” she told Emilia. “See?” Flicking her wrist, the flab did open, but not in the direction she expected it to. It smacked softly against her forehead, the feathers tickling her skin.
Evi had an interesting idea, which was approved by Lady Eloria. The young girl sighed in frustration, jealous that her sister had been singled out instead of her. I hope we can take these home so that we can practice. I will practice so much that I will be the better than anyone. Pausing after she hit herself in the ear, she watched the other ladies. Some of them were quite graceful while others were nearly as clumsy as she.
Lady Eloria’s clapping made her jump and once again, her flab clattered to the floor. She listened as she retrieved it, looking up in time to see the foreign woman hide her lower face with her own flab. Her eyes widened when she lowered it and revealed that her lips were curled in disgust. So they were to make funny faces behind their flabs? Evi demonstrated to Emilia, and Hebe was surprised that she could not read her own sister’s expression.
It took Hebe a few tries before her flab opened. Lowering it so that it covered her nose and mouth, she pretended that she was annoyed. “What kind of expression am I making, Lady Eloria?” she asked loudly, unaware that she was rolling her eyes as she feigned indignation.
“I didn’t either.” Hebe said in answer to Vasia’s comment that she was unaware that Evi was going to join them. She supposed that her sister had changed her mind. Now she’s going to learn to do magic too, she thought glumly. But I’ll still be better at it. She watched as Lady Eloria showed them how to flick the pretty flab-bell-um … a very hard word to say … with their wrists. The youngest Antonis sister tried, but dropped it several times on the floor and banged it against her arm and her chest.
Vasia tried to help her with it, instructing her to be more gentle, and she finally managed to get it right. Sure that she had the hang of it now, she tried it again and down it went back to the floor. After picking it up, she saw another flab-whatever flying through the air. It hit her cousin in the face and then fell into her lap. Hebe recognized the flab… yes, she was going to call it ‘flab’ from now on … as Princess Emilia’s and she looked toward the younger girl in sympathy, knowing how horrible she must feel.
Her blonde cousin seemed more shocked than hurt and had only kind words for Emilia when she rushed over to apologize. Hebe reached for the princess’ flab but Evi beat her to it and was the one to return it to her. “You’re doing better than I am,” she told Emilia. “See?” Flicking her wrist, the flab did open, but not in the direction she expected it to. It smacked softly against her forehead, the feathers tickling her skin.
Evi had an interesting idea, which was approved by Lady Eloria. The young girl sighed in frustration, jealous that her sister had been singled out instead of her. I hope we can take these home so that we can practice. I will practice so much that I will be the better than anyone. Pausing after she hit herself in the ear, she watched the other ladies. Some of them were quite graceful while others were nearly as clumsy as she.
Lady Eloria’s clapping made her jump and once again, her flab clattered to the floor. She listened as she retrieved it, looking up in time to see the foreign woman hide her lower face with her own flab. Her eyes widened when she lowered it and revealed that her lips were curled in disgust. So they were to make funny faces behind their flabs? Evi demonstrated to Emilia, and Hebe was surprised that she could not read her own sister’s expression.
It took Hebe a few tries before her flab opened. Lowering it so that it covered her nose and mouth, she pretended that she was annoyed. “What kind of expression am I making, Lady Eloria?” she asked loudly, unaware that she was rolling her eyes as she feigned indignation.
“You say that like I am unable to be charming myself,” Iris’s whisper couldn’t be heard by others. It didn’t ruffle Elysia in any case and she merely smiled at the payback squeeze.
“Unable and ‘being’ are two different things,” Elysia murmured back, perfectly unconcerned at Iris’s momentary offense. Showing one’s true thoughts at court was dangerous. It was all a game of pretend, which she hoped Lady Eloria would explain. Settling down to listen with polite interest, Elysia took her hands back and folded them neatly in her lap. That posture was broken nearly immediately as fans were brought to them. Elysia had seen one before but she’d never actually touched one. Taking hers, she examined it lengthwise, then vertically, before slowly opening it and touching the sheer fabric between the slats. What a curious thing. She knew what it was for, though, having seen one at a distance already and immediately began using it. Her wrist gently turned to and fro, wafting air towards her face. This was lovely.
Elysia’s eyes slid to Iris’s and she met her cousin’s glance with a wink. The weak smile was not promising but Elysia ignored it. If she determined to have a good time, maybe Iris would follow suit. Besides, even if this Roma woman was lying, this was most definitely entertaining.
Again, without actually meaning to, Elysia used the fan for one of its intended purposes. She turned her head and used the fan’s fully extended wing to hide her mouth as she spoke low to Iris, therefore guarding their conversation and the movement of her lips from prying eyes. “Honestly, I like this thing. I’m going to keep mine, whatever the price,” she was saying, and then kept going, her voice very low so as not to interrupt their instructor. “I don’t need this to trap men but gods, can you imagine having it on a hot day at the shore???”
She grinned and leaned back up in her chair, attention again directed towards the Roma woman. Though, her eyes did flit to Vasia who was being an insufferable attention hog. As usual. Evi of Antonis joined the throng of women and Elysia eyed her for a single moment before turning her attention back to Lady Eloria, who was now prophesying about how difficult this contraption would be. Which Elysia highly doubted. With an impressive flick of her wrist, Lady Eloria’s ‘flabellum’ was opened and gently wafting air. Elysia closed hers and mimicked the motion, which proved a tad tricker than it looked. The fan caught on her finger, so she had to try it again, but the opening of it was clumsy this time and she was very much less impressed with the fan by the time the lesson moved on.
Princess Emilia managed to fling her fan and strike Lady Vasia but Elysia didn’t take the thorough enjoyment she could have. She merely frowned at the fan now on the floor, and then went back to practicing. She didn't like when things didn’t come naturally and was bound and determined to be perfect here in the next few seconds. Iris sneezed beside her and Elysia clicked the fan closed, looking at her and having the fan rest in her lap to look at her cousin’s pleading face with one of her own that said ‘ok, you’re right, this is bull.’ That disappeared within a few seconds, though, and she was back to practicing with this infernal contraption.
Elysia was watching Lady Eloria when the woman clapped and didn’t jump like some of the girls. She did, however, use the fan to hide her eye roll as Lady Hebe loudly asked a silly question. Mouthing to Iris, she said Ok, you win, this was a bust. Although...with Lady Vasia being hit...was it really a bad time? Elysia lowered her fan to check if Lady Vasia was in danger again.
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“You say that like I am unable to be charming myself,” Iris’s whisper couldn’t be heard by others. It didn’t ruffle Elysia in any case and she merely smiled at the payback squeeze.
“Unable and ‘being’ are two different things,” Elysia murmured back, perfectly unconcerned at Iris’s momentary offense. Showing one’s true thoughts at court was dangerous. It was all a game of pretend, which she hoped Lady Eloria would explain. Settling down to listen with polite interest, Elysia took her hands back and folded them neatly in her lap. That posture was broken nearly immediately as fans were brought to them. Elysia had seen one before but she’d never actually touched one. Taking hers, she examined it lengthwise, then vertically, before slowly opening it and touching the sheer fabric between the slats. What a curious thing. She knew what it was for, though, having seen one at a distance already and immediately began using it. Her wrist gently turned to and fro, wafting air towards her face. This was lovely.
Elysia’s eyes slid to Iris’s and she met her cousin’s glance with a wink. The weak smile was not promising but Elysia ignored it. If she determined to have a good time, maybe Iris would follow suit. Besides, even if this Roma woman was lying, this was most definitely entertaining.
Again, without actually meaning to, Elysia used the fan for one of its intended purposes. She turned her head and used the fan’s fully extended wing to hide her mouth as she spoke low to Iris, therefore guarding their conversation and the movement of her lips from prying eyes. “Honestly, I like this thing. I’m going to keep mine, whatever the price,” she was saying, and then kept going, her voice very low so as not to interrupt their instructor. “I don’t need this to trap men but gods, can you imagine having it on a hot day at the shore???”
She grinned and leaned back up in her chair, attention again directed towards the Roma woman. Though, her eyes did flit to Vasia who was being an insufferable attention hog. As usual. Evi of Antonis joined the throng of women and Elysia eyed her for a single moment before turning her attention back to Lady Eloria, who was now prophesying about how difficult this contraption would be. Which Elysia highly doubted. With an impressive flick of her wrist, Lady Eloria’s ‘flabellum’ was opened and gently wafting air. Elysia closed hers and mimicked the motion, which proved a tad tricker than it looked. The fan caught on her finger, so she had to try it again, but the opening of it was clumsy this time and she was very much less impressed with the fan by the time the lesson moved on.
Princess Emilia managed to fling her fan and strike Lady Vasia but Elysia didn’t take the thorough enjoyment she could have. She merely frowned at the fan now on the floor, and then went back to practicing. She didn't like when things didn’t come naturally and was bound and determined to be perfect here in the next few seconds. Iris sneezed beside her and Elysia clicked the fan closed, looking at her and having the fan rest in her lap to look at her cousin’s pleading face with one of her own that said ‘ok, you’re right, this is bull.’ That disappeared within a few seconds, though, and she was back to practicing with this infernal contraption.
Elysia was watching Lady Eloria when the woman clapped and didn’t jump like some of the girls. She did, however, use the fan to hide her eye roll as Lady Hebe loudly asked a silly question. Mouthing to Iris, she said Ok, you win, this was a bust. Although...with Lady Vasia being hit...was it really a bad time? Elysia lowered her fan to check if Lady Vasia was in danger again.
“You say that like I am unable to be charming myself,” Iris’s whisper couldn’t be heard by others. It didn’t ruffle Elysia in any case and she merely smiled at the payback squeeze.
“Unable and ‘being’ are two different things,” Elysia murmured back, perfectly unconcerned at Iris’s momentary offense. Showing one’s true thoughts at court was dangerous. It was all a game of pretend, which she hoped Lady Eloria would explain. Settling down to listen with polite interest, Elysia took her hands back and folded them neatly in her lap. That posture was broken nearly immediately as fans were brought to them. Elysia had seen one before but she’d never actually touched one. Taking hers, she examined it lengthwise, then vertically, before slowly opening it and touching the sheer fabric between the slats. What a curious thing. She knew what it was for, though, having seen one at a distance already and immediately began using it. Her wrist gently turned to and fro, wafting air towards her face. This was lovely.
Elysia’s eyes slid to Iris’s and she met her cousin’s glance with a wink. The weak smile was not promising but Elysia ignored it. If she determined to have a good time, maybe Iris would follow suit. Besides, even if this Roma woman was lying, this was most definitely entertaining.
Again, without actually meaning to, Elysia used the fan for one of its intended purposes. She turned her head and used the fan’s fully extended wing to hide her mouth as she spoke low to Iris, therefore guarding their conversation and the movement of her lips from prying eyes. “Honestly, I like this thing. I’m going to keep mine, whatever the price,” she was saying, and then kept going, her voice very low so as not to interrupt their instructor. “I don’t need this to trap men but gods, can you imagine having it on a hot day at the shore???”
She grinned and leaned back up in her chair, attention again directed towards the Roma woman. Though, her eyes did flit to Vasia who was being an insufferable attention hog. As usual. Evi of Antonis joined the throng of women and Elysia eyed her for a single moment before turning her attention back to Lady Eloria, who was now prophesying about how difficult this contraption would be. Which Elysia highly doubted. With an impressive flick of her wrist, Lady Eloria’s ‘flabellum’ was opened and gently wafting air. Elysia closed hers and mimicked the motion, which proved a tad tricker than it looked. The fan caught on her finger, so she had to try it again, but the opening of it was clumsy this time and she was very much less impressed with the fan by the time the lesson moved on.
Princess Emilia managed to fling her fan and strike Lady Vasia but Elysia didn’t take the thorough enjoyment she could have. She merely frowned at the fan now on the floor, and then went back to practicing. She didn't like when things didn’t come naturally and was bound and determined to be perfect here in the next few seconds. Iris sneezed beside her and Elysia clicked the fan closed, looking at her and having the fan rest in her lap to look at her cousin’s pleading face with one of her own that said ‘ok, you’re right, this is bull.’ That disappeared within a few seconds, though, and she was back to practicing with this infernal contraption.
Elysia was watching Lady Eloria when the woman clapped and didn’t jump like some of the girls. She did, however, use the fan to hide her eye roll as Lady Hebe loudly asked a silly question. Mouthing to Iris, she said Ok, you win, this was a bust. Although...with Lady Vasia being hit...was it really a bad time? Elysia lowered her fan to check if Lady Vasia was in danger again.
While Emilia had never been someone who particularly went out to make friends, in the instance that Evi of Antonis responded to her plea for assistance, she had never been more glad of the fact that she had those of her age in this debacle of a lesson. Emilia had never been what one called 'one of the masses', and she always ended up in some situation or other which usually was waved off due to her sweet nature. Yet the brunette doubted her sister would look kindly upon her if she disrupted or did badly at a lesson in front of the many other eyes of ladies from other royal and noble families.
Wanting to at least not embarass Persephone, Emilia nodded in earnest at Evi's response to her, turning nervously to look at young Hebe as well, before biting her bottom lip. Funny faces? Why would they be doing that? Was that yet another aspect of being part of the royal families that she had yet to grasp? Making a mental note to ask Persephone later, she instead chose to listen to the Antonis ladies, convinced they knew better then she at this point of the lesson.
Watching with somewhat wonder as Hebe too demonstrated the finesse needed, Emilia tried her own, not noticing the lady Eloria's attention turning to Hebe - and thereby to her, for she stood not too far away from the youngest Antonis lady - Emilia twisted her lips and scrunched up her nose, carefully opening the flabellum and adjusting it so it worked to hide the bottom half of her face, before turning to Evi, "Like this?" she asked, occasionally glancing at Hebe to try and imitate what the other did.
Trying to adjust her neck to look towards what the rest of the elder ladies were doing, the young girl misjudged her own balance, and with trying to concentrate on her own funny face, holding the flabellum at just the right angle and looking to the elder ladies for guidance, Emilia barely noticed as she stepped on the edge of her chiton, and before she knew it, her own foot slipped as it twisted, and the fan went flying as she fell, groaning as her hip hit the marbled floor with a loud 'thump'!
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While Emilia had never been someone who particularly went out to make friends, in the instance that Evi of Antonis responded to her plea for assistance, she had never been more glad of the fact that she had those of her age in this debacle of a lesson. Emilia had never been what one called 'one of the masses', and she always ended up in some situation or other which usually was waved off due to her sweet nature. Yet the brunette doubted her sister would look kindly upon her if she disrupted or did badly at a lesson in front of the many other eyes of ladies from other royal and noble families.
Wanting to at least not embarass Persephone, Emilia nodded in earnest at Evi's response to her, turning nervously to look at young Hebe as well, before biting her bottom lip. Funny faces? Why would they be doing that? Was that yet another aspect of being part of the royal families that she had yet to grasp? Making a mental note to ask Persephone later, she instead chose to listen to the Antonis ladies, convinced they knew better then she at this point of the lesson.
Watching with somewhat wonder as Hebe too demonstrated the finesse needed, Emilia tried her own, not noticing the lady Eloria's attention turning to Hebe - and thereby to her, for she stood not too far away from the youngest Antonis lady - Emilia twisted her lips and scrunched up her nose, carefully opening the flabellum and adjusting it so it worked to hide the bottom half of her face, before turning to Evi, "Like this?" she asked, occasionally glancing at Hebe to try and imitate what the other did.
Trying to adjust her neck to look towards what the rest of the elder ladies were doing, the young girl misjudged her own balance, and with trying to concentrate on her own funny face, holding the flabellum at just the right angle and looking to the elder ladies for guidance, Emilia barely noticed as she stepped on the edge of her chiton, and before she knew it, her own foot slipped as it twisted, and the fan went flying as she fell, groaning as her hip hit the marbled floor with a loud 'thump'!
While Emilia had never been someone who particularly went out to make friends, in the instance that Evi of Antonis responded to her plea for assistance, she had never been more glad of the fact that she had those of her age in this debacle of a lesson. Emilia had never been what one called 'one of the masses', and she always ended up in some situation or other which usually was waved off due to her sweet nature. Yet the brunette doubted her sister would look kindly upon her if she disrupted or did badly at a lesson in front of the many other eyes of ladies from other royal and noble families.
Wanting to at least not embarass Persephone, Emilia nodded in earnest at Evi's response to her, turning nervously to look at young Hebe as well, before biting her bottom lip. Funny faces? Why would they be doing that? Was that yet another aspect of being part of the royal families that she had yet to grasp? Making a mental note to ask Persephone later, she instead chose to listen to the Antonis ladies, convinced they knew better then she at this point of the lesson.
Watching with somewhat wonder as Hebe too demonstrated the finesse needed, Emilia tried her own, not noticing the lady Eloria's attention turning to Hebe - and thereby to her, for she stood not too far away from the youngest Antonis lady - Emilia twisted her lips and scrunched up her nose, carefully opening the flabellum and adjusting it so it worked to hide the bottom half of her face, before turning to Evi, "Like this?" she asked, occasionally glancing at Hebe to try and imitate what the other did.
Trying to adjust her neck to look towards what the rest of the elder ladies were doing, the young girl misjudged her own balance, and with trying to concentrate on her own funny face, holding the flabellum at just the right angle and looking to the elder ladies for guidance, Emilia barely noticed as she stepped on the edge of her chiton, and before she knew it, her own foot slipped as it twisted, and the fan went flying as she fell, groaning as her hip hit the marbled floor with a loud 'thump'!
Evi didn’t make any comments about Hebe’s attempts to open the flabellum, knowing how hard she was finding it to open it with any style herself. She did, however, laugh at her sister’s attempts to make a silly face behind the fan. This was more fun than she thought it would be. “That’s a good one,” she giggled to her sister, though she could clearly tell from the other girl’s eyes that she was making an annoyed face. Maybe she’d gotten the point of the lesson wrong - she couldn’t tell from the Lady Eloria’s eyes what type of expression she was making, maybe that was the key point of it all.
She looked around the room, searching out the other members of their little congregation and spied Elysia half-hidden behind her own flabellum. She was looking at another woman Evi didn’t know, and the pair seemed to be talking. From her eyes, which were the only part of Elysia which was visible, Evi couldn’t make out what expression Elysia was making, either. The girl watched the pair for a few more moments, as they seemed to be talking behind their fans, still trying to comprehend the point of the exercise. They didn’t look like they were having as much fun as Evi was having. They must be doing it wrong.
“What face am I making now?” she asked both Hebe and Emilia as she hid the lower half of her face behind the flabellum again. This time, she pulled a look of disgust, as if she was sitting at dinner and her plate was filled with greenery and no substance. The three girls formed a triangle of sorts, giggling and guffawing away at each other as if this was the best game on the planet. No, she really hadn’t thought she’d be having this much fun playing with the flabellum when she had arrived.
But she didn’t pull her new face for long before, for some reason, the princess found herself flat on the floor. Evi stood dumbfounded for a moment, looking around so see if Emilia had tripped on something, or if someone else had gotten in the way. There was no such evidence of anything near the Princess and Evi blinked rapidly, confused, before shaking her head and leaning down to help the Princess. “Your Highness,” the young girl said in a frightful tone, hand resting just shy of touching the other girl’s shoulder as she knelt down beside her. “Are you alright, is anything hurt? Should we fetch a physician?” Maybe there was something wrong with the Princess’ head, maybe she had fainted or something and needed to be checked for any damage she might have caused herself.
Evi bit her lip. Instinct told her the other girl was alright: Evi was from a family of four children herself, and each of them had taken their fair share of tumbles. But normally there was an obvious cause for the initial fall, and Evi could not see what caused this one. If Emilia indicated she wanted to stand, Evi would offer her hand to the Princess and help her up. From there, she imagined she would stand close by in the immediate aftermath, ready to try to catch the girl in case she fell again in quick succession.
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Evi didn’t make any comments about Hebe’s attempts to open the flabellum, knowing how hard she was finding it to open it with any style herself. She did, however, laugh at her sister’s attempts to make a silly face behind the fan. This was more fun than she thought it would be. “That’s a good one,” she giggled to her sister, though she could clearly tell from the other girl’s eyes that she was making an annoyed face. Maybe she’d gotten the point of the lesson wrong - she couldn’t tell from the Lady Eloria’s eyes what type of expression she was making, maybe that was the key point of it all.
She looked around the room, searching out the other members of their little congregation and spied Elysia half-hidden behind her own flabellum. She was looking at another woman Evi didn’t know, and the pair seemed to be talking. From her eyes, which were the only part of Elysia which was visible, Evi couldn’t make out what expression Elysia was making, either. The girl watched the pair for a few more moments, as they seemed to be talking behind their fans, still trying to comprehend the point of the exercise. They didn’t look like they were having as much fun as Evi was having. They must be doing it wrong.
“What face am I making now?” she asked both Hebe and Emilia as she hid the lower half of her face behind the flabellum again. This time, she pulled a look of disgust, as if she was sitting at dinner and her plate was filled with greenery and no substance. The three girls formed a triangle of sorts, giggling and guffawing away at each other as if this was the best game on the planet. No, she really hadn’t thought she’d be having this much fun playing with the flabellum when she had arrived.
But she didn’t pull her new face for long before, for some reason, the princess found herself flat on the floor. Evi stood dumbfounded for a moment, looking around so see if Emilia had tripped on something, or if someone else had gotten in the way. There was no such evidence of anything near the Princess and Evi blinked rapidly, confused, before shaking her head and leaning down to help the Princess. “Your Highness,” the young girl said in a frightful tone, hand resting just shy of touching the other girl’s shoulder as she knelt down beside her. “Are you alright, is anything hurt? Should we fetch a physician?” Maybe there was something wrong with the Princess’ head, maybe she had fainted or something and needed to be checked for any damage she might have caused herself.
Evi bit her lip. Instinct told her the other girl was alright: Evi was from a family of four children herself, and each of them had taken their fair share of tumbles. But normally there was an obvious cause for the initial fall, and Evi could not see what caused this one. If Emilia indicated she wanted to stand, Evi would offer her hand to the Princess and help her up. From there, she imagined she would stand close by in the immediate aftermath, ready to try to catch the girl in case she fell again in quick succession.
Evi didn’t make any comments about Hebe’s attempts to open the flabellum, knowing how hard she was finding it to open it with any style herself. She did, however, laugh at her sister’s attempts to make a silly face behind the fan. This was more fun than she thought it would be. “That’s a good one,” she giggled to her sister, though she could clearly tell from the other girl’s eyes that she was making an annoyed face. Maybe she’d gotten the point of the lesson wrong - she couldn’t tell from the Lady Eloria’s eyes what type of expression she was making, maybe that was the key point of it all.
She looked around the room, searching out the other members of their little congregation and spied Elysia half-hidden behind her own flabellum. She was looking at another woman Evi didn’t know, and the pair seemed to be talking. From her eyes, which were the only part of Elysia which was visible, Evi couldn’t make out what expression Elysia was making, either. The girl watched the pair for a few more moments, as they seemed to be talking behind their fans, still trying to comprehend the point of the exercise. They didn’t look like they were having as much fun as Evi was having. They must be doing it wrong.
“What face am I making now?” she asked both Hebe and Emilia as she hid the lower half of her face behind the flabellum again. This time, she pulled a look of disgust, as if she was sitting at dinner and her plate was filled with greenery and no substance. The three girls formed a triangle of sorts, giggling and guffawing away at each other as if this was the best game on the planet. No, she really hadn’t thought she’d be having this much fun playing with the flabellum when she had arrived.
But she didn’t pull her new face for long before, for some reason, the princess found herself flat on the floor. Evi stood dumbfounded for a moment, looking around so see if Emilia had tripped on something, or if someone else had gotten in the way. There was no such evidence of anything near the Princess and Evi blinked rapidly, confused, before shaking her head and leaning down to help the Princess. “Your Highness,” the young girl said in a frightful tone, hand resting just shy of touching the other girl’s shoulder as she knelt down beside her. “Are you alright, is anything hurt? Should we fetch a physician?” Maybe there was something wrong with the Princess’ head, maybe she had fainted or something and needed to be checked for any damage she might have caused herself.
Evi bit her lip. Instinct told her the other girl was alright: Evi was from a family of four children herself, and each of them had taken their fair share of tumbles. But normally there was an obvious cause for the initial fall, and Evi could not see what caused this one. If Emilia indicated she wanted to stand, Evi would offer her hand to the Princess and help her up. From there, she imagined she would stand close by in the immediate aftermath, ready to try to catch the girl in case she fell again in quick succession.
As the Lady Eloria offered the idea of using the fan to hide expressions, Persephone could tell that some of the higher ladies of etiquette and education thought that this suggestion was perhaps a fallacy of need. That they could each control their thoughts and feelings from showing upon their face at any one given time. Yet, many that thought such ideals were the younger of the group and Persephone shared a look of understanding with the tutor. Some of the women in the hall would have yet to have experiences tensions and stressors so severe that even the finest of tutoring could not succeed in concealing. Some polite method to hiding one's features in that split moment in which lips betrayed your inner most thoughts could be of use. Even with her years of monstrous training, Persephone could pay witness to that. Especially for those who were less adept at taking on the stoic grace of a lady. Such as her sister...
As the Lady Hebe approached Lady Eloria and asked her what facial expression she was making behind her flabellum, Eloria played the fool and was happy to appease the young noble. Hebe was clearly too young to take real skill from the lesson so there was little to lose in humouring her and boosting her confidence...
"My Lady I'm not so certain!" She cried, her eyes drawing narrow to assess the little girl with more critique. "You have rolled your eyes my dear but beyond that I have no clue as to whether or not a smile or snarl exists behind that flabellum, you have masked yourself well!"
Persephone smiled a little as she assessed her own appearance. There were no mirrors in the hall so it was tricky to see if she was performing the instruction well. Her eyes were naturally a little tilted in the corners so it should be easy to create the look of smiling should it not? She attempted a few times, trying to feel her own face in how it may appear. She found that a more snarling or conniving smile was the best way to have her eyes lighting with humour above the feathers of her fan.
The lesson proceeded well, but was halted for a moment again when another of the ladies fell to her rear. Persephone felt her face grow warm and her esteem take a little nose dive as she wondered what this Lady of Roma might think of the Grecian aristocracy who could not, apparently, remain on their own two feet!
Especially given that the toppler this time was her own sister.
"Get up, Emilia." Persephone whispered to her sister, reaching out to take her arm. How on earth had the girl fallen over her own feet when she hadn't even been moving? Good grief but her tutor in grace and posture was going to have issues. "My apologies Lady Eloria." She offered, for her sister's disturbance of the class but he redhead only waved her fan as if to trifle the disturbance away. She shook her head quickly and assured the gathering that it was no issue at all and that she only hoped that the princess was alright.
Given Emilia's propensity for falling, Persephone was sure that her little sister's bottom would recover.
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As the Lady Eloria offered the idea of using the fan to hide expressions, Persephone could tell that some of the higher ladies of etiquette and education thought that this suggestion was perhaps a fallacy of need. That they could each control their thoughts and feelings from showing upon their face at any one given time. Yet, many that thought such ideals were the younger of the group and Persephone shared a look of understanding with the tutor. Some of the women in the hall would have yet to have experiences tensions and stressors so severe that even the finest of tutoring could not succeed in concealing. Some polite method to hiding one's features in that split moment in which lips betrayed your inner most thoughts could be of use. Even with her years of monstrous training, Persephone could pay witness to that. Especially for those who were less adept at taking on the stoic grace of a lady. Such as her sister...
As the Lady Hebe approached Lady Eloria and asked her what facial expression she was making behind her flabellum, Eloria played the fool and was happy to appease the young noble. Hebe was clearly too young to take real skill from the lesson so there was little to lose in humouring her and boosting her confidence...
"My Lady I'm not so certain!" She cried, her eyes drawing narrow to assess the little girl with more critique. "You have rolled your eyes my dear but beyond that I have no clue as to whether or not a smile or snarl exists behind that flabellum, you have masked yourself well!"
Persephone smiled a little as she assessed her own appearance. There were no mirrors in the hall so it was tricky to see if she was performing the instruction well. Her eyes were naturally a little tilted in the corners so it should be easy to create the look of smiling should it not? She attempted a few times, trying to feel her own face in how it may appear. She found that a more snarling or conniving smile was the best way to have her eyes lighting with humour above the feathers of her fan.
The lesson proceeded well, but was halted for a moment again when another of the ladies fell to her rear. Persephone felt her face grow warm and her esteem take a little nose dive as she wondered what this Lady of Roma might think of the Grecian aristocracy who could not, apparently, remain on their own two feet!
Especially given that the toppler this time was her own sister.
"Get up, Emilia." Persephone whispered to her sister, reaching out to take her arm. How on earth had the girl fallen over her own feet when she hadn't even been moving? Good grief but her tutor in grace and posture was going to have issues. "My apologies Lady Eloria." She offered, for her sister's disturbance of the class but he redhead only waved her fan as if to trifle the disturbance away. She shook her head quickly and assured the gathering that it was no issue at all and that she only hoped that the princess was alright.
Given Emilia's propensity for falling, Persephone was sure that her little sister's bottom would recover.
As the Lady Eloria offered the idea of using the fan to hide expressions, Persephone could tell that some of the higher ladies of etiquette and education thought that this suggestion was perhaps a fallacy of need. That they could each control their thoughts and feelings from showing upon their face at any one given time. Yet, many that thought such ideals were the younger of the group and Persephone shared a look of understanding with the tutor. Some of the women in the hall would have yet to have experiences tensions and stressors so severe that even the finest of tutoring could not succeed in concealing. Some polite method to hiding one's features in that split moment in which lips betrayed your inner most thoughts could be of use. Even with her years of monstrous training, Persephone could pay witness to that. Especially for those who were less adept at taking on the stoic grace of a lady. Such as her sister...
As the Lady Hebe approached Lady Eloria and asked her what facial expression she was making behind her flabellum, Eloria played the fool and was happy to appease the young noble. Hebe was clearly too young to take real skill from the lesson so there was little to lose in humouring her and boosting her confidence...
"My Lady I'm not so certain!" She cried, her eyes drawing narrow to assess the little girl with more critique. "You have rolled your eyes my dear but beyond that I have no clue as to whether or not a smile or snarl exists behind that flabellum, you have masked yourself well!"
Persephone smiled a little as she assessed her own appearance. There were no mirrors in the hall so it was tricky to see if she was performing the instruction well. Her eyes were naturally a little tilted in the corners so it should be easy to create the look of smiling should it not? She attempted a few times, trying to feel her own face in how it may appear. She found that a more snarling or conniving smile was the best way to have her eyes lighting with humour above the feathers of her fan.
The lesson proceeded well, but was halted for a moment again when another of the ladies fell to her rear. Persephone felt her face grow warm and her esteem take a little nose dive as she wondered what this Lady of Roma might think of the Grecian aristocracy who could not, apparently, remain on their own two feet!
Especially given that the toppler this time was her own sister.
"Get up, Emilia." Persephone whispered to her sister, reaching out to take her arm. How on earth had the girl fallen over her own feet when she hadn't even been moving? Good grief but her tutor in grace and posture was going to have issues. "My apologies Lady Eloria." She offered, for her sister's disturbance of the class but he redhead only waved her fan as if to trifle the disturbance away. She shook her head quickly and assured the gathering that it was no issue at all and that she only hoped that the princess was alright.
Given Emilia's propensity for falling, Persephone was sure that her little sister's bottom would recover.