[ She watches as the younger Elezen walks over to them. She pauses when he breaks eye contact, and that is when the realization comes that he is a servant. Her family had none, but her father talked about the differences of Ishgard to their quaint life in Corethas. She glances to the side, then downwards, but smiles again nonetheless when the Elezen makes his way over. The blush remains on her face, but she hopes he might look back at her again.
Lord Foretemps smiled at the fumbling attempt. Aymeric is something of an unofficial son to him. His mother had come into their care under dire circumstances, and they employed her, but Aymeric himself has grown up along side his eldest son. Still, there is a hierarchy in their society, and while perhaps the Lord Foretemps is kinder than most would? The young boy remains a servant for now. ]
This is Alkaid, and she will be joining us in our home from now on. [ He gives a nod to his smaller companion, hand still on his walking stick. ] The room you prepared is for her. I had hoped you would show it to her and make certain she finds all she needs in it. I will be along shortly.
[ Alkaid's eaes lift slightly from her head. Her gaze moves from Lord Foretemps and back to Aymeric. She smiles once again, red remaining on her face as she twists her fingers nervously. With an encouraging nod from her godfather, Alkaid takes a step forward to be escorted. ]
[ He knows full well what is expected of a servant, but he slips up sometimes. Fortunately for him, he has a relatively forgiving master, but he still tries his best to learn and remember how he should behave. Staring at the master's daughter is hardly appropriate behavior, although he has already realized that he wishes he could look at her again, and for a little longer this time.
But even though Lord Fortemps is forgiving, even he would not tolerate someone outright ignoring his orders, as Aymeric well knows.
He offers first his master and then Alkaid brief bows before straightening up once more. ] Yes, ser. I will show her to her room and help with whatever she needs.
[ And once Alkaid steps forward, Aymeric moves to join her, standing beside her but a little bit behind her too, out of respect. ]
If you're ready, I'll escort you to- to your room. [ Again he stumbles over his words, but he tries not to draw attention to his fumble. ]
[ Alkaid glances at how he is behind her ever so slightly. Her head tilts, ears twitching at the idea of it all. How can he escort her from behind by just a few inches? Still, she smiles at him and her tail sways and nods for him to do so. Lord Foretemps also smiles and waits until the two have disappeared before moving to find his wife and eldest son in the meantime.
She remains silent until he shows her the room. She steps inside timidly, looking around with a smile forming on her face with her eyes wide in wonder. The room was so large compared to any she had seen before in a home. Within a few steps she was at the bed and gently pressing down with both hands, one covered in bandages. ]
[ How indeed... It might appear silly, but as a servant, he believes he should not walk beside her as an equal would, but slightly behind her. He can still give direction should she be uncertain where to go. It is not a long walk at all, nor does the path there take too many turns or changes in direction. Perhaps he has grown too used to following along behind his master.
But before too long, they arrive at what is now her room, and he is quick to hold the door open for her. Once they are inside and she takes her first look around, he very nearly grins at the sight of her reaction. But he must act as a servant would, behaving properly and with what those older than him call decorum. ]
A lot of them are, yes. The master and the mistress have the largest, and their sons' rooms are also large.
[ There isn't any point in mentioning the servants' quarters, as she did not ask that, and why would she? Even so, their living arrangements are just fine, and as Aymeric has been reminded, could be much worse. ]
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Lord Foretemps smiled at the fumbling attempt. Aymeric is something of an unofficial son to him. His mother had come into their care under dire circumstances, and they employed her, but Aymeric himself has grown up along side his eldest son. Still, there is a hierarchy in their society, and while perhaps the Lord Foretemps is kinder than most would? The young boy remains a servant for now. ]
This is Alkaid, and she will be joining us in our home from now on. [ He gives a nod to his smaller companion, hand still on his walking stick. ] The room you prepared is for her. I had hoped you would show it to her and make certain she finds all she needs in it. I will be along shortly.
[ Alkaid's eaes lift slightly from her head. Her gaze moves from Lord Foretemps and back to Aymeric. She smiles once again, red remaining on her face as she twists her fingers nervously. With an encouraging nod from her godfather, Alkaid takes a step forward to be escorted. ]
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But even though Lord Fortemps is forgiving, even he would not tolerate someone outright ignoring his orders, as Aymeric well knows.
He offers first his master and then Alkaid brief bows before straightening up once more. ] Yes, ser. I will show her to her room and help with whatever she needs.
[ And once Alkaid steps forward, Aymeric moves to join her, standing beside her but a little bit behind her too, out of respect. ]
If you're ready, I'll escort you to- to your room. [ Again he stumbles over his words, but he tries not to draw attention to his fumble. ]
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She remains silent until he shows her the room. She steps inside timidly, looking around with a smile forming on her face with her eyes wide in wonder. The room was so large compared to any she had seen before in a home. Within a few steps she was at the bed and gently pressing down with both hands, one covered in bandages. ]
...are the rooms all this big?
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But before too long, they arrive at what is now her room, and he is quick to hold the door open for her. Once they are inside and she takes her first look around, he very nearly grins at the sight of her reaction. But he must act as a servant would, behaving properly and with what those older than him call decorum. ]
A lot of them are, yes. The master and the mistress have the largest, and their sons' rooms are also large.
[ There isn't any point in mentioning the servants' quarters, as she did not ask that, and why would she? Even so, their living arrangements are just fine, and as Aymeric has been reminded, could be much worse. ]