Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20141004121438/@comment-24684131-20141004125141

Throughout the entire speech, Liath was nigh on livid.

This entire affair had started a week ago for him, when Grayther turned up outside his class to take him on a surprise trip to up-town Vale. He had been dragged around a tailors, a cobblers, and for some unknown reason - until this night that is - a mask maker.

Grayther stood tall beside him, wearing a grey morning suit, one of the arms had been cut short and buttoned closed to keep it looking neat. His mask was a simple plate of white ceramic with an intricate swirling pattern glazed into its surface, there were no eye holes simply because Grayther didn't need them.

Liath found himself dressed similarly, though the material of which his suit was made was midnight blue in nature. The mask he found covering the top half of his face was jet black with a gloss finish, it curved around the side of his face and rested atop his ears, the center curved into a point that centred the line of his head just after his fringe, keeping his usually spiky hair groomed backward in a slightly more groomed look. The lower half of his face was bare for all to see though, and many probably had little difficulty discerning the discomfort of the masked man by the little twitches his mouth made every so often.

"Please. Remind me why i'm here again, Grayther." He said as calmly as he could to his companion. They were standing on the perimeter of the ballroom, observing as the main body of the nights participants began the first dance.

"You are here to learn the ways of a gentleman." Grayther replied, his usually crude voice mellowed into the tones of his aristocratic upbringing. "You may be a on the path of a huntsman, but knowing how to conduct ones self is an indispensable skill. Now. Stand up straight, chest out, hands clasped behind your back."

With a grumble, Liath complied, shifting his stance as he did as he was told.

"A gentleman does not grumble, Liath. Now smile, you're at a party for crying out loud, enjoy yourself!"

"I wouldn't call this a party." He grumbled under his breath before fixing the most realistic smile to his face as he could muster, and looking around the room at Grathers side.