(1401) Daniel and Hildegarde

[Cryotic]

Daniel shifted uneasily as the Reeve's words brought an end to any and all ideas of troublemaking on the court floor. Instantly regretting his previous movement he remained as stock still as kindredly possible. Yep, not moving a muscle. He thought to himself, suddenly entertaining the thought that maybe Hildegard had something going with the stock pose thing she was doing. Without breaking his gaze on the scene, Daniel whispered over to Hildegarde "Well it certainly looks like the show's over..."

Daniel was shaking his head mentally, he shouldn't be treating this as just a show. This was court, what happened here bore enough consequences to make and break a requiem. No, Daniel was going to take this event to heart as a lesson, one that he'd probably learned a long time ago but was just now gaining a physical example:

Don't fuck up Court.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

Hildegarde watched procession disappear into the adjoining room. When the door closed, she shifted into a new pose, this time with her back to that door. It was a simple, elegant movement: three simple steps and a turn.

"Indeed it does. A pity, really. Whatever shall we do now?" Her head swivelled as though she were part of an artistic installation - a human sized doll with a painted, expression-less face. "Perhaps we can find someone to intrigue with?"

[Cryotic]

Well, at least that scene was taken care of. Daniel looked as the group walked into the meeting room and simply shrugged his shoulders. Turning back to Hildegarde he raised an eyebrow and replied "Sure, why not?" He shrugged.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

Slowly, the Lord rotated her head as she sought out others to converse with...

[Yumyumcrow]

Hildegarde surveyed the scene. "I see an opening," she muttered dreamily.

The Lord made her move, spying Brother Theo, Castellan of her Order, glidning toward him with a purpose she usually did not demonstrate around others. She halted before the Shadow in a swirl of skirts and an enigmatic grin. "Greetings, Castellan. How are you?" The Lord even managed to sound... a little assertive. Even so, she paused as if the cogs in her brain worked slowly. "Who is that charming man you just paid your respects to?" She leaned her head forward conspiratorially, her long hair tumbling in such a fashion to show off the pale line of her neck and shoulder.

Hildegarde moves off. If Daniel chooses not to follow her, the Lord will be leaving the scene