"... You're... Dame... Dame Tyaethe...?"
Fanilly's attention was diverted between the princess, and the little girl. After all, there was only one place that she'd seen a sword like that. But it seemed impossible to reconcile the rather cute little girl with the imposing armored figure that cut a swath through the battlefield by herself. Was this really Tyaethe...? The beginning of this party was just too weird, Fanilly couldn't really believe it. But... she had to relax and calm herself down.
"... I... I see..." she said, dully. Fanilly had to just... focus on the party. Right. When Marianne told her she had to speak to Sir Garret, she nodded. Very well. At the moment, what she had in mind was to approach the Princess, and speak to her. After all, she'd even been specifically told to come in at least partial armor. As she started towards her, however, she heard Martina's comment.
Fanilly's cheeks went scarlet.
"D-D-Dame Martina!" she cried, "Y-you can't just say such things! That's... that's not appropriate at all!"
It was clear several of the nearby nobles had heard, staring in surprise.
The Princess smiled as the first of the knights approached, curtsying once more.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Gillian," she said, brightly. "I'm so glad you're enjoying yourselves. I'll admit, I expected the Captain to approach first, however... though it seems like she must be a little busy. I think I saw her speaking to the half-dwarven knight?"
Eliabelle peered through the crowds, attempting to pick up the Knight-Captain in her vision as she did. "As long as I get to speak to her tonight, I'll be happy."
After a moment's pause, she continued.
"I heard you defeated that band of criminals that had been raiding towns," she spoke, lightly tilting her head to the side, "You have my deepest gratitude. It was awful knowing that the citizens of Thaln were in danger, and I'm glad that father listened when I asked for you to be sent after them."
"Ah... so you saw the mountains, Sir Ian? Did you see the dwarven city?" asked Mariegolde, her eyes shining with excitement. The dwarven city in Velt was well-known even further south. It was hard not to find such architecture intriguing, even if you'd only heard of it before.
"Did you taste the food? What was the food like?" asked Angenese, practically bouncing up and down in her seat.
Violette looked away in disinterest.
"Why would the food ever be any better then it is here?" she commented, looking out into the crowd with a sigh.
Tiral would here shuffling footsteps as someone approached him.
She was a brunette, in a brown dress, who looked as if she was about to explode from social contact at any moment. Before speaking, she took a deep breath.
"S... S-Sir Tiral, correct?" she asked, stuttering out her query, "I am C-Court Mage Bethany Ravenwood, it's a pleasure to m-meet you."
The mage girl's hands wavered as she raised her skirt lightly, curtsying.
"I-I... I am..."
The girl took another nervous gulp of air.
"I-I'm curious a-about how you have used m-magic in your duty to the Iron R-Roses."