Flashback Just Another Night

[Amelia Cross]

The mention of a woman being brought in on their little conversation was a bit of an off putter for the Cross. Amelia was never the jealous kind, she knew where she stands and her place well, especially with a background coming from a city that reminds you every day that some are above you and you have a room with no windows... no, she was not jealous in the sense of a woman having to share the attention of a charming man with another, possible and most likely, richer and more successful woman...Amelia just was bothered that there was a huge chance of Maryn staying with that woman and Amelia would have to go through the trouble of finding someone new. Chances were, this time they wouldn’t just come up on their own behalf.°

None the less, Amelia was the one who asked for the interesting company, even though she was thinking over that the ugly hags of power would have been a better option. But it was too late for that and the girl wouldn’t show any signs of doubt as she followed the man, confident with hr chin held up high and feet almost floating above the floor.

She kept her confident facade up and it didn’t crack even as they had approached the mystery woman the Lark had in mind. Amelia instantly looked her up and down, she looked as she was made to be in places like this, in fancy balls and other social gatherings of the wealthy and influential...not like herself who despite the well pulled of act, knew that this was a place she stuck out in, not really meant for her but something she wanted to win over. The Cross toke notice of the woman’s beautiful dress, it was not exactly something she could see herself wearing, but it accented the woman’s body nicely just as her black locks...that smile that came off sweet, yet somehow seemed artificial in how perfect and natural it was. In this woman, Amelia saw someone familiar and distant at the same time.

As the woman spoke she couldn’t help but let out a giggle, not about the trade, she actually enjoyed art quite a lot, despite the fact that the girl had little to no skills with a pencil, not to mention a brush. The reason of her amusement was the fact that the Lark, seems to have the same tactic of introducing women to this party...something said that she couldn’t even imagine the number of times he had done this. Or was she being too judgmental? ” Amelia Cross, Is it really that obvious that I am new to this setting? My father promised that I would blend in nicely” she commented in a polite manner.

Another light chuckle as she heard the tone of the woman ”Interview? May I ask a question then? Do you pain portraits, landscapes or just still life? Or something of the abstract and modern?”

[Abstract]

The woman smiled at Amelia's comment. It was true that the girl did fit in quite well, but not that well. "For one, Maryn here is dragging you around... that's a sure sign of it. You have to meet all the interesting people first, so you know who to avoid. And possibly know to join him." At this she winked at the Lark, before taking a small sip from her glass.

Yonina's eyebrows raised when Amelia asked about her paintings. "Well at least you know something about art, compared to some idiots," she eyed Maryn, "But I prefer landscapes, though with a little abstract mixed in. Sometimes I mix up the colors for the fun of it." She shrugged, smiling at the Lark's slight pout. "I go to the Lakeshore a lot to paint, and spend a day or two there, but sometimes there's a good view in Ravok itself..."

The woman grinned at the young lady before her. "Look at me, going on about my art. Most people don't bother to ask, except maybe what I'm painting at the moment. Most aren't the best at appreciating the beauty." She shot a glare at Maryn, though there was still humor in her eyes.

[Amelia Cross]

The way this woman spoke of the Lark, she was not sure whether to assume bout of them are great friends, have a history or a well hidden conflict…not to mention, the choice of words seemed to trigger all sorts of ‘bad’ thoughts that ran through her mind. The strongest voice rang ‘I should probably get away from this man’, but her common sense never failed to remind her, that the Lark is the only person willing to give her some time. Being polite and charming was probably the best she could do. ”interesting doesn’t really mean ‘should avoid’, no? I for one, find discussions about art worth the time and actually a bit more interesting, than some political blabber I would most commonly avoid.”

Amelia herself was much more into paintings of the city than anything other, it just seemed to bet much more…alive than the paintings of trees and gods forbid, the Citadel of Syliras. ”That must be lovely, I would love to see some of your paintings someday…especially those done within the city and about it...since I have this feeling that the city has a hearth beat, lives a life of its own, its always interesting to see how different painters capture the life force beating within the canals and platforms of our home” not much of a painter or drawer, but she was sincerely interested in the works done by this woman, and that was clear in her voice that seemed to grow happier with each word as she merely thought of seeing those works.

She followed the eyes of the woman as they landed on the Lark. It was surprising to her that she would look at him, to describe ‘lack of appreciation’ especially for beauty. She was thought that the Lark family is all about beauty, art and luxurious lifestyle. To the Cross, paintings were one of the purest forms that someone could put a luxurious life. Perhaps there was more to the man, the Larks, than Amelia had ever guessed. [color=rosybrown]”A lacking appreciation? Here in Ravok? I was sure that here of all places, art and beauty would have been placed above and beyond, is it not, Maryn? ”

oochorribly sorry that this is taking me so long

[Abstract]

OOCNo problem. Sorry for my own!

Yonina shrugged as Amelia explained her opinion on interesting. "There are two types of interesting. The interesting as in good for conversation, and the interesting... as a polite way to explain someone's... possibly irritating traits. And it goes two ways. If you know the interesting people, you can avoid those who are less so." She gave a wry grin, taking another sip after all the talking. She was good at eloquent speaking, possibly even more so than Maryn.

"Well, I'm sure we can arrange something. As you have it spot on, every artist has their own style," she continued, smiling at the compliment, but not mentioning it. She was quite obviously pleased at Amelia's taste, or at least the potential for such. The girl knew what she was talking about, and it was a good start. Well... she at least sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

Maryn gave Yonina a hurtful expression, mouth curled in a mock pout. His expression quickly turned to a grin as Amelia threw in another tactful comment, and he nodded enthusiastically. "I can appreciate art, my dear! At least better than those Valindoxes. Sadly, in every artist's eye, those without talent can also hold no skill for critiquing." He looked a little sad, his face exaggerating the emotion enough that the painter laughed.

"Oh, stop with the mockery... though I'm one to talk. But yes... you Larks are certainly better than those Isur when it comes to... appreciation."