Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, is Puddles that dog there? I hope he wasn't ill-behaved as a pup?" Plydek jokes lightly, "Uhh...when you say share pleasure, I hope you mean that you're sharing stories of important emotional moments in your life or perhaps enjoying spending fun times together."

[SBLOCK=Bront]Well, I didn't include everything, yeah--I didn't think that was really germaine to the write-up I was doing. I also didn't mention some other ramifications, such as the fact that corsets and other such clothing designed to mold and emphasise body shape are popular among Rowaini noblewomen, which is more germaine, if obvious.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Bront]

"Puddles has always been good. He likes splashing around in the water too." Vasha smiles and continues, "Sharing physical and emotional pleasure is a great way to share love between others. Sometimes it's how Sisterhood bonds are formed. I hope to share pleasure with Lynestra some day."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Plydek blinks, taken aback.*

"You do that to your sisters?"

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"Well, you knew there was going to be a king and a lord in the mix somewhere, so I'm sure it's no surprise they weren't the youngsters," King Tyrus points out with a grin, "Pleased to meet you, Tiberius. And a pleasure, Claudia."

"The same here," Atreus adds, "Now, I know enough about the differences in the Empire to know I can't get a good read of your status at a glance," he looks to Tiberius for most of this, but glances at Claudia at the last, "I do know you're a noble of the High Praetor status, at least, and that you aren't one of those mysterious Archons, as I hear they are all female. But it's hard to know where to peg you--for all I know you might rule a Sphere somewhere too and I should be calling you Lord Tiberius?"

“Actually I had no idea before receiving the invitation itself, which wasn’t that long ago, as although Ammon said Lynestra looked like a Rowaini princess, he never directly mentioned any titles or such in my presence...then he wasn’t going by the name Ammon when I met him either,” Tiberius says with a slight frown. “Though you’re right, Tyrus, it’s usually a good possibility that the elders of any gathering are those with the most power,” he remarks with a laugh.

“No, nothing so grand as ruling a sphere yet, sadly. The highest title I possess, apart from my noble status, is the rank of Optio in the army of the Empire.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Ammon never really liked his name. Then again, at least he wasn't Atreus VI."

"An Optio--sounds like the word option, though I'm sure it isn't related. So, a military man, eh? I hear most Praetors are."

"If you have no other title, does that mean you're just on the fringes of the nobility then, I guess?"

 

[Bront]

*Prydek blinks, taken aback.*

"You do that to your sisters?"

"Well, yes. Why would I not?" Vasha asks. "Oh, are you thinking my Sisters are like your sisters? Sister is but a term of enderment among nymphs, though not limited to them. They are not blood sisters, but spiritual sisters, whom I have formed a close bond to. Lynestra is my Sister though Ammon, though not as close as I usually call my Sisters yet."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, you wouldn't do it with your biological sisters, though right?"

"Oh, come on, Prude-ek, you know that's hot!" Kastor calls out jovially from just a short distance away, turning from Orin for a moment.

 

[Bront]

"Why? Don't you? I mean surely you've huged your sisters and brothers before. The key is that they enjoy it. If there is regret, or worry, or uneasyness, then it is not truely sharing pleasure now, is it? But few nymphs have blood siblings, as most are born of Amaranthia."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Ohh, you just mean hugging. I'm sorry--my imagination got the better of me there," Plydek grins and shrugs.

 

[Bront]

"Well, it could mean more, but it does't have to," Vasha says. "Why? What were you imagining?"