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Fran arrived separately from Balthier in the hope of avoiding raised suspicions. There was every risk that someone from Treno would notice them, and she wanted to avoid it if possible. Dressed in this dress (http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/3871/pp06blue.jpg) , her armour and headdress nowhere in sight. Her hair sat free, curled in loose spirals down her back. She looked a lot less feral and vicious without her armour and weapons.

Although, she wasn’t completely unarmed; she had her claws, of course, which in themselves were as sharp as any blade, and strapped to her right thigh she had a small dagger, and to her left thigh a bottle of potion. Just in case.

She had arrived in time to see Queen Garnet’s entrance, and was now stood by herself – at least as much as oneself as possible in the crowded room, sipping a glass of wine. Her head was tilted just slightly, her ears twitching as she simply listened to the sounds around her.

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Wasting no time whatsoever when he caught sight of his partner, Balthier strode over and took the glass of wine from her hand, downing it in one go, handing the glass to a random person, and taking her hand, dragging her off towards the dance floor, not even bothering to request her for anything.

He didn't ask to dance with Fran. He would dance with her. Simple. Fact. Things often went unspoken between the pair. They simply knew what the other was thinking more often than not. Things went unspoken, yet, they were not unsaid. Silently uttered between the pair.

Drawing her closer, his hand settled on her lower back, amusement crossing him for a brief second that her tail was covered up, his other hand squeezing hers affectionately. "You look beautiful, Fran."

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An ivory eyebrow arched as Balthier stole and rank her drink, yet she allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. One hand settled on his shoulder, the other lacing fingers with him. "You look rather handsome yourself, Sky Pirate." Though she had no doubts in her mind that he had already been told that fact by many already this eve.

Even in the long gown, Fran's movements were graceful. Dancing with Balthier came as naturally as breathing. They were partners through and through. They knew each other better than anyone else; whether in battle, in flight, in dance or anything else, they fell into a perfect rhythm.

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"You have seen these clothes many times before, Fran." He hadn't bothered to dress up because, even if the party was a part of Fran's plans, it was merely a distraction for everyone to allow him his profession, in Balthier's case. He smiled slightly as they danced, and as ever, it was graceful and perfect.

While he cared deeply for Fran, and there were indeed few people who knew even a fraction of his life, he still knew that whatever he knew about her, she knew at least ten more facts about him. Simply; he knew who she was, but not her past. She knew almost everything about him.

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"Mm. I have. And you always wear them with a handsome grace, fitting only of that of the Leading Man." After a rather graceful twirl, she curled into him a little more, resting her head upon his shoulder to just listen, Even over the din of the ballroom, she could still hear the beat of Balthier's heart and his breath; noting they were both slightly faster than normal due to the dancing.

For all the that Fran knew about Balthier, there were many she did not. But only one of them seemed to bother her, and that was just how did he feel about her? It had never used to bother her before. She ook their relationship without labels, without question. Never finding fault or doubt whether he was bedding her or another. Yet, these days, she found herself falling deeper in love with the man and it scared her.

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Now that was something he'd never state. Whether or not he felt deeply or beyond that, he would never tell her. Not even if she were to confess her feelings for him. He had a trademark way of taking but not giving those words. Many over Ivalice were faced with those very charming and gracious moments, yet never received any 'I love you toos'.

Balthier gave a laugh as they danced, just a quiet sound to show he really did enjoy this sort of closeness with her. A soft smile settled on his face and a gentle kiss was placed on hers. He loved her, sure. That love was just... difficult to explain.

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As the song came to an end, Fran placed a gentle kiss against Balthier's lips, a clawed hand cupping his face as she broke away from his embrace.

"Your adoring fans await," she murmured, gesturing to the crowd, knowing many would require his attentions. Part of her wanted to keep hold of him and not let go, yet even though seeing him with others stirred a jealousy within her these days, she was not selfish.

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A low chuckle came from him and he smiled at her. "Save the last dance for me, partner," he purred, before turning away, heading over to a group of young girls, all of whom were definitely eager to get to dance with him. Curling an arm each around two women's waists, he looked over his shoulder and winked at his partner.

One of those 'don't wait up for me' winks he was so used to giving her.

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Mjrn backed away from the young queen's grand entrance, finally able to tear her gaze away from the splendor that was Garnet's present attire. She separated herself from the rush of people waiting for acknowledgment. Even if she hadn't meet the queen in person and alone more than once, the young Viera was too self-conscious for it now. Perhaps later.

Offered a glass of wine by a passing waiter, Mjrn was too startled to do more than accept it. She glanced around, feeling rather adrift, only to have a familiar pair of ears catch her attention. Relief and joy mingled as she approached. Only the weight of her dress and not wanting to spill wine on it prevented her from rushing at her sister. "Fran!"

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Once her dance with Balthier had finished, Fran had once more settled into her own space, listening to the crowds. The voices all mingling. She accepted a drink from a waiter, looking over in the direction from which her name was called.

She walked, meeting Mjrn half way. "Mjrn! My sister!" A gentle smile formed on Fran's lips. "I am glad to have been able to see you. Our departure from Treno was sudden, I did not get a chance to say goodbye."

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Mjrn shook her head, smiling. "You did not offend. I dislike farewells; greetings are far easier. This is indeed a wonderful surprise."

She peered at her sister's gown admiringly. "It is a lovely gown. You wear it with such ease. Were that I able to do the same, but I assume it must come with practice?"

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"It will come. I have walked amongst Humes far longer, Mjrn. I have leanred their ways. You too, will one day find a dress such as the fine one you wear now as easy as your own clothes."

It was a little strange to see Mjrn, her baby sister, dressed so... Hume. Part of her was concerned for the hardship Mjrn faced, the changes one had to adjust to when leaving the Wood; yet they all had to readjust to this new world, herself included. There was also some small, selfish part of her that was glad Mjrn had followed in her footsteps, because there was so much the Hume world had to offer. If you could look beyond the war and the hate, it was filled with love and friendship.

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"I hope this is so. However, I doubt that time will arrive soon." Mjrn shook her head with a wry smile, knowing that at the moment she was doing little more than playing at dress-up. She did not know or understand much of hume etiquette, especially when it came to royal functions. To attend and enjoy the spectacle was as much as she could hope for, but she had no illusions about her place in the world--at least, that it wasn't here. She envied Fran's ease and hoped that one day she could at least manage such composure, and the ability to adapt. "I am waiting for Reks. He asked me to join him."

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At the mention of Reks, Fran cocked an eyebrow. "Could it be that you are fond of the Hume?" The question was asked with interest and not with disgust or hate. She, herself, was very much in love with Balthier. She understood more than most just what it was like to fall for a Hume and all the heartache it would one day bring.

"The boy is gentle and kind. He had best treat you right, dear sister."

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If blushes could easily show on dusky skin, Mjrn's would have been apparent. As it was, the small self-conscious smile probably said all it needed to say. She nodded. "I have not known him overlong, but...I am." And she brightened at the assessment given of Reks. Such thoughts had already been her own, but Fran's opinion always mattered much to her and it would be no different with this topic. "I believe he shall."

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Bond between Viera and Hume was still considered a rare thing. Fran hadn't been the first, and wouldn't be the last. And she truly hoped that Mjrn would find love if that is what her heart desired.

"Love is the most prized treasure of all; if you find it, grasp it with both hands and never let go."

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Mjrn nodded solemnly. "I am not certain I would name it such as yet, it seems too soon. Yet, I desire to learn if it will be my fate." She paused, questions in her mind. "...I had wanted to ask earlier; what is it that drew you to a Hume? Is it ever difficult, given that our previous way of life was so different?" She couldn't help but wonder if her origins and the perspectives those provided would be a hindrance. Even now, she knew little else. Fran, having spent much more time in the outside world, at least knew more of what to expect.

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Irvine had been looking around and found someone who he didn't think would be here. He grinned slyly as he walked over to where Fran was and stated, "My, my, my, isn't this a lovely and beautiful surprise." He tipped his hat up to the Viera and stated, "Now, I hope you didn't forget such a face like mine, Ms. Fran, cause I'm pretty sure I remember you quite well." He was very calm when he spoke with her, the last thing he wanted to do was act hostile to someone who could rip through flesh with her bare hands.

He was persistent, not insane.

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Fran stopped in her tracks, tilting her head to one side. "Irvine Kinneas, SeeD sharpshooter of Galbadia Garden. It is a pleasure to meet you again." She took another glass of wine from the waiter as he passed, bringing it to her lips to take a sip.

"You have mastered the bow, I hope?" She downed the contents of her glass and set the empty glass down on a passing tray. "A dance?"

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"Only if I can take lead, my lady," he said bowing to her. He gently grabbed her and began to dance their way along the dance floor. His smile brought was brought up by a simple question, "So how has my teacher been? Keeping your partner in line, or aiding in his schemes?" The tone he set was jokingly making sure he did not offend her as he swayed to her.

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Fran fell into step with Irvine. A clawed hand rested on his shoulder. Although graceful, the dance did not seem to flow as natural as with Balthier.

"No one can truly keep Balthier in line. He does as he wishes, whenever the urge takes him." She continued to dance with Irvine. "We have managed to acquire some wings, she needs work, but she is sky worthy."

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Inadvertently, she answered his question of one or the other. He chuckled and replied, "Well I believe congratulations are in order then, so what do you call your vessel, or is it a bird with out a title to it?" He followed a little, granted he wasn't used to dancing to this music, but he was trying his hardest to keep in beat. A simple dip down and up as he danced again.

Edited Date: 2009-10-25 12:04 am (UTC)

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"She is without name. Unlucky, mayhaps. Yet we cannot seem to find a name that fits her."

The Viera gave a slight smile at the dip, glad that the Hume didn't drop her. "And you? Life treats you well, I hope?"

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Irvine danced a bit, and was beginning to get a hang of the music as he pulled Fran closer to her. Just a bit though as to not offend her. He replied with a smirk, "My life? I can't complain, since we last met I caught up with someone from my own world who I was relieved to see was alright." He grinned looking away a bit to see if he could see her from this angle. But a simple shake made him focus on Fran and add, "So I think my life is going pretty good, plus thanks to you and to some synthesists I know wield the gun and the bow."

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