Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[Rystil Arden]

"Well dearie how would you like it?" she asks with a warm smile "No woman wants to be compared to a man's mother - how horrid, and what a bore"

El gives Vasha another hug "You made my night Vasha dear. Have either of you eaten? I mean really eaten, not just had a nibble. It was quite a long trip and I, for one, wouldn't mind sitting down to a meal and a glass of wine"

"Yeah, that really was uncalled for. Though, in the impolite lout's defense, which I rarely come to, the woman may be a terrible mother, but it probably wouldn't be an unflattering comparison for a young lady," she points over to the late twenties dark-haired beauty on Ferris's lap, cuddling up against the Sacra--of the other women in the room, although Helena surpasses Aerope significantly, Aerope is far more beautiful than the others.

"I think there's going to be dinner at the stag party later tonight," Amber thinks, "Supposedly, these little nibbles stave us off til then or something."

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Plydek meets Tiberius's gaze and extends his arm to shake Tiberius's hand.*

"Good afternoon. I'm Plydek. Pleased to meet you."

“Tiberius,” he says, as he shakes Plydek’s hand, “good to meet you Plydek.”

 

[Bront]

"Yeah, that really was uncalled for. Though, in the impolite lout's defense, which I rarely come to, the woman may be a terrible mother, but it probably wouldn't be an unflattering comparison for a young lady," she points over to the late twenties dark-haired beauty on Ferris's lap, cuddling up against the Sacra--of the other women in the room, although Helena surpasses Aerope significantly, Aerope is far more beautiful than the others.

"I think there's going to be dinner at the stag party later tonight," Amber thinks, "Supposedly, these little nibbles stave us off til then or something."

"I think I'll be fine till then, and this wine is quite good," Vasha says, taking a sip from her glass.

"Perhaps you can help me understand why all this focus on beauty? I mean, it's seems like it's some standard that some of the men judge all others on. Does it realy matter that much?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Tiberius,” he says, as he shakes Plydek’s hand, “good to meet you Plydek.”

"Well, Tiberius, welcome to the wedding. You're a friend of Ammon's, I know, and as you probably know, Lynestra is my sister--I saw you talking to my brother Kastor over there earlier. How are you liking these reception things so far?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I think I'll be fine till then, and this wine is quite good," Vasha says, taking a sip from her glass.

"Perhaps you can help me understand why all this focus on beauty? I mean, it's seems like it's some standard that some of the men judge all others on. Does it realy matter that much?"

"Some think so, yes. And it is a standard like that in typical Rowaini society. It's almost like beauty and beautiful women are a commodity for investment. In essence, it does have some link to reality, as women who fit the traditional Rowaini view of beauty are more likely to produce healthy and beautiful children, but still, I find it dull. If I wanted to try to look beautiful as much as Aerope, I probably could, but I just don't find it so important."

 

[Bront]

"Some think so, yes. And it is a standard like that in typical Rowaini society. It's almost like beauty and beautiful women are a commodity for investment. In essence, it does have some link to reality, as women who fit the traditional Rowaini view of beauty are more likely to produce healthy and beautiful children, but still, I find it dull. If I wanted to try to look beautiful as much as Aerope, I probably could, but I just don't find it so important."

"True beauty is on the inside anyway, not that being beautiful isn't fun, but I'd rather be beautiful on the inside than the outside. And investing in women, sounds like slaverly."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"True beauty is on the inside anyway, not that being beautiful isn't fun, but I'd rather be beautiful on the inside than the outside. And investing in women, sounds like slaverly."

"I agree. Beauty lies in art and artful symmetry, and the true muse of art is found in the soul."

"No, it isn't slavery--the investing is not financial, really. It's in the form of marriages. By making political concessions to win a beautiful wife, you can produce beautiful daughters and marry them off for concessions of your own. That sort of thing."

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"Well, Tiberius, welcome to the wedding. You're a friend of Ammon's, I know, and as you probably know, Lynestra is my sister--I saw you talking to my brother Kastor over there earlier. How are you liking these reception things so far?"

“Thank you, Plydek. Well, the first of course gave me a chance to meet the bride, which was a distinct pleasure, especially after hearing Ammon speak of her as we travelled together. While this one has turned out to be quite enlightening, I must say, though things were a little awkward for a minute or so, when the ladies first arrived.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Thank you, Plydek. Well, the first of course gave me a chance to meet the bride, which was a distinct pleasure, especially after hearing Ammon speak of her as we travelled together. While this one has turned out to be quite enlightening, I must say, though things were a little awkward for a minute or so, when the ladies first arrived.”

*Plydek sighs.*

"I'm sorry. I apologise for my sister. She is truly a kind and loving person, and she means no one any harm in how she is. My poor little sister...sometimes when people react particularly poorly, she cries herself to sleep at night..."

 

[Bront]

"I agree. Beauty lies in art and artful symmetry, and the true muse of art is found in the soul."

"No, it isn't slavery--the investing is not financial, really. It's in the form of marriages. By making political concessions to win a beautiful wife, you can produce beautiful daughters and marry them off for concessions of your own. That sort of thing."

"Sounds like slavery still," Vasha says with a bit of sadness, "I'd know."