Adelaide Kasperian-Kazaar
Guest
"Does who, do what?"
Adelaide's response was vague and a little insulting to Trix as she had been clearly distracted. Belatedly, Del herself realised her lapse in manners and sought to rectify things. "Oh, the Judge? Dont mind her" she said lightly, "I actually think she likes you. She can be rather cold with new acquaintances, its nothing personal."
This indeed was true. Corta had a streak of elitist in her veins and would turn the sentiment off and on when the situation called for it. It was a convenient and fail-safe mode of manueverability that served her very well at such gatherings as this evening. To quote the Judge, 'One could just ignore the lesser mortals when they were troublesome.'
From somewhere about the hall came a soft chime, like the 'time to be seated' bells one heard at theatres and opera's etc. Apparently, dinner was served and everyone was being nudged tactfully to come to table.
"Good, Im starved" Adelaide said with more enthusiasm than she'd shown all night. For her, it was a more comfortable arrangement to sit and eat than socially floundering in front of Trix like she was. If he asked any awkward questions, she could just change the subject and ask him to pass the mustard, instead.
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