Lady Adalgisa of Darroch eyed the fresh crop of squires mingling around the ballroom. Subconsciously smoothing silky blonde hair and a low cut dress of pink (later to be considered a fashion blunder and insipid) she scanned the masses for the most notable of the young men, to 'test the water', so to speak. Though she really didn't need to test, just to jump in.
Walking with tiny, quick steps so her generous skirt floated, and plastering on her sweetest, most beguiling smile, she made a beeline for the largest bank of squires near the north wall.
"To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" This was a handsome, boy, just topping her by a few inches, with pale sandy blonde hair.
"Oh, oh, the humble Lady Adalgisa of Darroch, squire…"
"Tayrel. Tayrel of Kendrach."
"Oh, I am honoured," she giggled, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously. "I do, love to dance, don't you?" She emphasised the hint with a conspiratorial wink. Tayrel looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Ummm, I , ah… injured my foot… during training…" A tall lanky girl, dressed in a feminine scarlet tunic, full shirt and breeches, strode up, eating up the distance with big steps.
"Tayrel, wanna dance?"
"…not too badly. Sure, Fia." They swept off to the dance floor, but not before Adalgisa noticed the look that passed between them.
She seethed.