Dylan from head to toe.
“She’s exotic alright,” Jarlath said with a grin.
“Father, did you see Lady Darra? Her dress is hideous —oh, hello, Jarlath,” a petite young lady with orange-red hair said. “I haven’t seen you around in a while.” She glanced at Dylan.
Dylan took the opportunity to remove her hand from Jarlath’s arm.
“Ah, Lady Kellah, I was about to introduce my ward to your father,” Jarlath said. Behind his back he flapped his hand, motioning Dylan to leave.
What if he talks to his sardine friend and red-faced friend? They might be in on his plan with the sea witch. His company is as welcome as a sea slug’s, but I still haven’t figured out how he’s profiting from this! Dylan stood her ground with no enthusiasm.
“Oh?” Lady Kellah said, her voice dubious.
“Indeed. I am caring for her while—” Jarlath said before launching into an elaborate lie about Dylan’s arrival into his life.
Dylan tapped her foot and watched Jarlath try to flirt with Lady Kellah. Jarlath was eager to get rid of her—he tried to discreetly kick at her, but Dylan just backed away a few paces.
When Jarlath waxed poetic for five minutes about Lady Kellah’s beauty, Dylan feared she might soon expire out of boredom.
Does he have no sense of responsibility? Why is he not seeking out his comrades? I am much ashamed I was caught by him , Dylan thought, looking out at the crowd in her boredom. On the opposite side of the room, a flash of bright green caught her eye. A tall man who looked like a long strand of seaweed in his lush green waistcoat and trousers stood next to a young lady wearing a subdued, plum-colored gown.
Lord Dooley and Cagney , Dylan thought. She glanced at Jarlath and wallowed in a moment of indecision. I need to hunt out his plans, but this is so boring.
Across the room, Dooley said something, and Cagney cracked him in the face with her lace fan.
That’s it . I can always come back and follow Jarlath around when he’s done embarrassing himself. She walked in the direction of the young lord and his assistant.
When Dylan drew close enough to the pair, she saw that Lord Dooley had gone the extra distance to make his outfit hideous and had procured boots in the same string-bean-green color as his clothes. His eyes lit up when Dylan reached them. “Miss Dylan—I thought you might attend tonight’s fun. How are you?”
I am well. You two? Dylan wrote.
“We are fantastic. I love parties—although Cagney ruined my entrance on this one.” Dooley frowned.
“Being hauled into the party in a cart would not make you look noble, it would make you look like a foolish drunk who can’t keep his own feet under him,” Cagney frowned. “And at this early an hour.”
“That’s Cagney for you,” Dooley said. “She wants to make sure I look like a proper drunk and not a lightweight.”
“I said nothing of the sort,” Cagney snapped.
“But you did, my heart. You see straight into my soul,” Dooley said, taking Cagney’s hands and patting them.
Cagney ripped her hands out of Dooley’s grip and gave him a withering glare before she turned to Dylan. “Is your guardian with you tonight?”
Dylan nodded.
“Would you like to eat with us? Jarlath does not strike me as the most attentive of guardians; he may forget you in the excitement,” Cagney offered.
I HOPE he forgets me , Dylan wrote with disgust.
“So you will break your bread with us?” Dooley asked with a kind smile. One of his brown curls hung in his face, accenting his handsome features.
Do they only serve bread at parties like this ? Dylan wrote, thinking she should have grabbed a snack at the kitchen before coming.
“No,” Dooley laughed. “It’s a full-course, sit-down dinner. I’ll go see someone about having you placed with us. It would be my pleasure to escort the two most beautiful ladies in the room to dinner,” Dooley said, dodging the blow Cagney meant to give him. “I will be but a moment,
“She’s exotic alright,” Jarlath said with a grin.
“Father, did you see Lady Darra? Her dress is hideous —oh, hello, Jarlath,” a petite young lady with orange-red hair said. “I haven’t seen you around in a while.” She glanced at Dylan.
Dylan took the opportunity to remove her hand from Jarlath’s arm.
“Ah, Lady Kellah, I was about to introduce my ward to your father,” Jarlath said. Behind his back he flapped his hand, motioning Dylan to leave.
What if he talks to his sardine friend and red-faced friend? They might be in on his plan with the sea witch. His company is as welcome as a sea slug’s, but I still haven’t figured out how he’s profiting from this! Dylan stood her ground with no enthusiasm.
“Oh?” Lady Kellah said, her voice dubious.
“Indeed. I am caring for her while—” Jarlath said before launching into an elaborate lie about Dylan’s arrival into his life.
Dylan tapped her foot and watched Jarlath try to flirt with Lady Kellah. Jarlath was eager to get rid of her—he tried to discreetly kick at her, but Dylan just backed away a few paces.
When Jarlath waxed poetic for five minutes about Lady Kellah’s beauty, Dylan feared she might soon expire out of boredom.
Does he have no sense of responsibility? Why is he not seeking out his comrades? I am much ashamed I was caught by him , Dylan thought, looking out at the crowd in her boredom. On the opposite side of the room, a flash of bright green caught her eye. A tall man who looked like a long strand of seaweed in his lush green waistcoat and trousers stood next to a young lady wearing a subdued, plum-colored gown.
Lord Dooley and Cagney , Dylan thought. She glanced at Jarlath and wallowed in a moment of indecision. I need to hunt out his plans, but this is so boring.
Across the room, Dooley said something, and Cagney cracked him in the face with her lace fan.
That’s it . I can always come back and follow Jarlath around when he’s done embarrassing himself. She walked in the direction of the young lord and his assistant.
When Dylan drew close enough to the pair, she saw that Lord Dooley had gone the extra distance to make his outfit hideous and had procured boots in the same string-bean-green color as his clothes. His eyes lit up when Dylan reached them. “Miss Dylan—I thought you might attend tonight’s fun. How are you?”
I am well. You two? Dylan wrote.
“We are fantastic. I love parties—although Cagney ruined my entrance on this one.” Dooley frowned.
“Being hauled into the party in a cart would not make you look noble, it would make you look like a foolish drunk who can’t keep his own feet under him,” Cagney frowned. “And at this early an hour.”
“That’s Cagney for you,” Dooley said. “She wants to make sure I look like a proper drunk and not a lightweight.”
“I said nothing of the sort,” Cagney snapped.
“But you did, my heart. You see straight into my soul,” Dooley said, taking Cagney’s hands and patting them.
Cagney ripped her hands out of Dooley’s grip and gave him a withering glare before she turned to Dylan. “Is your guardian with you tonight?”
Dylan nodded.
“Would you like to eat with us? Jarlath does not strike me as the most attentive of guardians; he may forget you in the excitement,” Cagney offered.
I HOPE he forgets me , Dylan wrote with disgust.
“So you will break your bread with us?” Dooley asked with a kind smile. One of his brown curls hung in his face, accenting his handsome features.
Do they only serve bread at parties like this ? Dylan wrote, thinking she should have grabbed a snack at the kitchen before coming.
“No,” Dooley laughed. “It’s a full-course, sit-down dinner. I’ll go see someone about having you placed with us. It would be my pleasure to escort the two most beautiful ladies in the room to dinner,” Dooley said, dodging the blow Cagney meant to give him. “I will be but a moment,
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