Augustin bolts upright, wide-eyed then walks mechanically across towards Ophelia, sitting across from her. He avoids her gaze.
ā¦she had to really reach to do that. Itād look comical if this moment werenāt so serious.
*After talking with Ophelia, Litten proceeds to walk to someoneā
@someone (you mind RPāing?)
(Yea but I cant for to long, and im ass at it lmao)
āā¦ā
She stares at Augustin. Mostly at his neckā¦ weirdly.
āI haveā¦ a question about the ninthā¦ Lordā¦ lordā¦ lordā¦ā
She forgot your name. To be fair, itās very forgettable. Itās almost like it was never mentioned in the first place.
(I donāt mind if you donāt wanna rp I just wanna talk with you Id not I need to sleep to)
(Naw I want to im down)
āBaron de Segovia, milady.ā
His gaze darts around at everything but Opheliaās eyes.
āOh!ā She looks surprised. Baron.
āIā¦ thoughtā¦ you were a Grandee.ā
He meets her gaze for the first time, softly.
āMy mother was the wife of a Grandee. It brings me great pride to honour both my parentsā heritages.ā
A messenger walks over a places a note on the table, but does not interrupt their conversation.
so you donāt have a
grandeefatherIām not winning any favors here am I
The messenger has a very pained expression on his face.
Ophelia looks down at the note. Sheā¦ canāt make it out from this position.
She snaps her eyes up, in relative fear. Thatā¦ immediately loosens upon seeing his calmer eye contact āā¦Thatāsā¦ really nice.ā
āDo youā¦ know a-lot about the ninth?ā She twists her head aboutā¦ 20Ā° to the left?
The messenger dashes away, presumably to avoid prosecution for the crimes against language that he has helped Baron Wilhelm commit.
He puts a finger on his cheek in thought.
āI know how much the Ninth meant to my mother, and she is the most righteous person I know. This piety and devotion to her faith, it is something I strive to emulate, both for her and for all His children.ā
He smiles ruefully at Ophelia.
Ophelia shifts in her seat. She has a confused look plastering her face.
āWhat doā¦ you think about the Ninth?ā
She doesnāt understand the answer.
Augustinās glance shifts away, his smile turning sour.
āThe Ninth stands for honour. Being an honourable, chivalrous man who cares for the Ninthās children is the best I can hope to be in His devotion.ā
ā. . .ā
She wraps a churro in a napkin, and holds it out for him.
āIām thinking about converting.ā She starts to bite her nails, then immediately stops after giving a weird expression.
āSo! I wanna hear about allā¦ā She extends her free arm out and shakes it, whilst the pigeon flies above until she stops, landing back on. āā¦the greatness heās done to you.ā
āā¦But youāll need sugar to think about your honour and prosperity.ā
Ophelia flicks her hand and points the - now grabble, end of the napkin towards him.
āWould you like a churro?ā She gives him a soft smile.
Augustin looks back at her and tilts his head in confusion. He bows while sitting, then gingerly takes the churro from her.
āYou have my gratitude, milady.ā
He studies her for a moment, his eyelids settling in bitter sorrow. He absentmindedly takes a bite out of the churro.
ā¦ āSo!ā She claps her hands together, as if sheās trying really hard to think about what to say.
āHow do you and other of the ninth show your honour?ā
āI show my honour, milady, primarily through respect. I strive to give everyone the respect and chances to prove themselves as His children. Proper ettiquette is a paramount part of respect, in respecting traditions and expectations.ā