(2012 Winter Eternal) Terri, Warren & Heath

[Terri Nutkins]

Sorry for the delay

Terri smirked slightly, her eyes smouldering behind the mask as she looked at Heath. "Well, do we not all have doors we keep locked when in the presence of others? Certain pastimes that we may like to indulge in if given the opportunity to take another persona?"

When the music started, Terri looked around and smiled, appreciating the ambience fully. It brought back certain memories of Glissade.

"Oh, my, my, you do presume?" she chuckled before placing down her drink and extending a dainty hand for him to take. "I would love to."

Had she forgotten about Locke? Of course not, but how he reacted would certainly aid her in working out the very intense man.

[Wolven Pryde]

Well, now Locke is very seriously considering cramming the other fellow's masque down his throat. Or imagining it at least. To barge in on a conversation, be generously allowed to remain a part of it, and then blurt his request for a dance in when Locke had very obviously seen her first...

The Mask scowls behind the masque.

You presume much, indeed.

The lady's grace, however, requires the Witchtooth to behave in a far more respectful fashion than those that fill his thoughts. It only serves to underline how much his time in the world away from Arcadia has changed him; as much as the ages he experienced within it.

"And you shall leave me standing here, holding our drinks as some pathetic young sod?" His powerful voice is warm with mirth, however. There is even a rumbling hint of a chuckle underneath his words. Locke directs none of his aggravation outwardly. For a man who torments his own ego regularly, this is easily done.

"Madam, you wound me."

[Heath Moore]

Heath thought he might have sensed some animosity from the elegant gentleman, though he was too enraptured by the lady's acceptance in his proposal to take much heed in it. Probably something that would come back to haunt him. He hoped he hadn't slighted the Summer King by mistake with his negligence, but such was the price of dancing with the aspect of fear.

"How well-spoken," remarked Heath, grinning to the colorful lady. "Then let us indulge in that"

Heath nodded respectfully to the gentleman, though it hardly excused Heath from consequence and took the lady's hand offered to him to lead her to the dance floor.

Heath & Terri continue On the Dance Floor

[Terri Nutkins]

Before heading away, Terri stared through Locke's mask and smirked.

"Not yet, sir, but there is still time," she teased, throwing a fleeting wink.

Terri follows Heath