This party sucks but you suck kinda less | Leila & Kaisar

The collective sigh of relief could be felt in the air, as conversation filtered through the elegantly decorated ball room. Amadeus' reign had been one of questionably bad choices, ones borne of youth and a personality never fit for the Crown. One could say the Advisors had done the best they could, Kaisar had merely groused the assassination of the more capable children should had never come to pass in the first place.

Alduin, and even Marcellus with the Talori noose wrapped around her elegant neck — would have faired much better, their lives had been specifically weaved to dance through the perilous nature of the crown, and it's expectations. They would of been celebrating another successful year, not having to dance through the droll steps of mourning, and celebrating the acension of a New King — no matter how capable he appeared to be.

Kaisar chanced a glance at the other nobles who filtered in and out between the rooms, as conversation flowed easily between the rest of his companions, and repressed the exasperated sigh that threatened to escape him. It wasn't until the fated words of: Come, Emin Kaisar, I'd like to introduce you to my wife and daughter, did he snap back to topic at hand.

A moment of silence reigned, before the he conceded with a polite dip of his head and gestured for Valentine to lead the way. He would of cared to school his face into one of a more neutral disposition, bordering on amiable if he'd felt up to it — but that would no doubt open him up for more interruptions from vapid nobles. Waiting in the wings with tepid confidence and poorly veiled intentions.

There was only so many vapid nobles Kaisar could stomach before he wished that he had swallowed the fetid wine that slapdash old bat had served him moons ago. At least then, he would of held out hope in whatever halls Ignacio had planned for him in the afterlife, would be filled with something well, more.

Gratefully, they had managed to cross the small distance uninterrupted.

"Eminences." His smooth baritone greeted warmly enough, as they entered Naseera's and Leila's presence. "This is Eminent Naseera, my wife, and my daughter Eminent Leila." Valentine introduced, and while Kaisar might have detected a note of a hopeful something laced within Valentine's tone, he ignored it in favor of settling his gaze upon Leila.

"Enjoying the party?" He queried, his two-toned gaze dropping to his chalice as it swirled within his teke's grasp. "I admit I'm only really here for the wine, I've been to enough of these to last me until Ignacio comes to take me."

by sixsmith.

It's a curse, really. To have a name which spoke volumes about you, before you'd so much as stepped a hoof near someone. Kalama is a name that invited opinions, he's sure that there are some who have had tales passed down from their Grandparents, or their parents who were acquainted with his late father — about all the potential and folly that seemed to come hoof in hoof with such a name. Kaisar's gaze remained passive, if guarded. Like those chevaliers and valiants often painted on opulent walls. Their shields ready to raise and spears swing forward at a moments notice.

But a spear can be many different things, as can a shield, in this instance it's the ease of which his humor comes to him. It's the surprise which takes the Eminence off guard. Dark lips pulled into an over easy smile, more of a smirk really — Kaisar never managed to perfect smiling. "Yes, I suppose they had to bring out the top shelf, considering they dropped the ball on the entertainment aspect." The emin agreed easily enough, his head tilted a fraction to the side after a moment. "Unless they spent the budget on the wine first, and hoped the guests would be too drunk to notice the lack of good entertainment."

Kaisar isn't surprised by Naseera's look, her charmed smile is met with a nod from the Unicorn and a flick of his gaze toward Valentino as they left. His gaze easily slid back toward Leila, and he cannot silence the huffed breath which escaped him — caught somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. "I suppose we don't." He had thought himself a little too old for these types of situations, where he would be introduced, and left with equally single daughters and sons. "Like I can say no." He responded wryly, a brow hitched up a notch as he easily moved to Leila's side.

He's used to silence, but there is something about this particular silence, which niggled at him as they walked beneath the canopy of the night sky. Perhaps it's the knowledge that he's been left with the Vasuman's unmarried daughter, in a way that's oddly similar to all those times when he was a much younger stallion, being paraded around by his own mother. Dropped in the company of other eligible suitors.

Or, that she had met his humor with some of his own, and he'd rather like to see if she had more of it to spare. She is beautiful, he noted, the stars and torches catch her glittering horns and illuminate the many hues trapped in their countenance. Like the God's had placed the very cosmos within them. A soot colored ear twitched when she finally broke the silence, and his features grew thoughtful as he mulled over his answer. "Everyone likes having a friend who can navigate the pitfalls of politics, no?" He grinned, and his gaze moved to scan the scenery around them.

Indulge me.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I'm a rather boring fellow, I like to sit in my parlor and despair over paperwork and political strife? That I enjoy long walks on the gilded bridge? And consider verbally sparring with my Nephew to be the highlight of my day? No?" He laughed, and then shrugged a muscular shoulder. "I like to visit Opulence often, my mother has a Vineyard there I help manage, and attend parties where I don't have to discuss the 101 different ways Amadeus could of done better. I also rather like to escape to those little cafes in Bloom, one serves a tea I'm rather partial to." Kaisar elaborated, and then smirked.

"And what of you, Leila. What do you get up to, that doesn't involve vapid nobles?"

by sixsmith.