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Lydia had shared the dance floor with many, with all ranging in ability. Some resulting in her having to hobble away from a suitors misstep, some requiring her to suppress laughs at their clumsy moments. However, she had to hand it to him, Augustus clearly knew what he was doing. And while in conversation, he seemed less confident person whom appeared strategic about what he was saying, he seemed like a whole new person when he was dancing. Someone far assertive, though effortless. Such confident demeanour and skilful moves were telling of his upbringing, and pride his family must take in his dancing abilities.
As she was twirled by her partner, Lydia couldn’t help notice the admiring glances from other attendees. Both men and women, visibly envious of the pair, and their graceful dance alike. Despite her reservations about the evening, Lydia couldn’t deny that she was enjoying this particular moment.
Lydia couldn’t help smile at Augustus’ appreciation for poetry, their shared genuine interest. “I believe each style has it’s own unique charm, which is what I love most about the art,” She told him, a glint in her eyes with passion for the subject. “To be specific, though, I deeply resonate with the works of Emily Dickinson and Elizabeth Barrett Browning,” Lydia revealed, happy to discuss some of her inspirations. Augustus soon followed suit, discussing his own insights and influences. “Well, if you ever have anything worth sharing, I would be most interested,” She offered, genuinely.
When Augustus began to share his views and preferences for the women he was sharing the evening with, their differences became apparent again. “Such an eloquent manner of putting it,” She told him, humorously, “I suppose you employ your skills to waltz through the tapestry of potential connections with ease,” Lydia told him, despite not sharing such passions for exploring potentials as he did. Hence when the question was turned onto her, Lydia portrayed a polite smile as she answered. “I believe my parents hold greater appreciation for this night than me,” She answered, honestly, after checking the mentioned were out of sight. “It is rather which gentlemen have captured their attention, not my own.”
The music ended as her answer did, Augustus and Lydia breaking away. A soft applause filled the ballroom, as Lydia curtsied to him. “You make a remarkable dancer, My Lord,” She told him as they concluded. “And it was a pleasure to become acquainted with you,” Lydia finalised. After a short exchange of goodbyes, Lydia turned away, joining the crowd that were once watchful eyes. Though she had genuinely appreciated Augustus’ company, she felt a sense of relief in the knowledge that her every move was no longer being analysed – mainly by her mother.
Such relief continued when Lydia saw a familiar face, someone whom she could be more honest about her feelings for the evening. “Your Grace,” Lydia began with a smile to Magnus Edevane, the Prince. "It has been quite a while since our paths last crossed, hasn’t it? She told him as she met his gaze. “You must tell me where this night has taken you so far,” She continued, with interest in how this night goes for someone like him.
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@.Madilfill Augustus Hatcherman
@.CrazyCaliope Magnus Edevane