shylarahIan kept needlessly fidgeting with parts of his armor while he got ready for the ball. He'd honestly only ever been to formal gatherings twice before, both times as a bodyguard so going to one as a guest is going to be different. He was already having trouble with his wardrobe as the only thing that could even be considered formal that he owned was his armor, and he's spent half a day trying to make it as nice as it could be. It didn't help that Ian wasn't even aware of the ball till late morning, having missed the message since he slept in a tavern down the way a bit.
At least the armor did have a little fanciness to it, having a few colored trims and a design on the hood and cape. In fact the cape could put off a slightly regal appearance, something that would be easier if he wasn't the size of a child. Ian grumbled quietly, his size never really bothered him before, and even now it doesn't so much as the assumptions made from it, it is somewhat irritating to be confused with a child.
He sighed and shook his head, looking down at his left hand as he flexed it. He'd managed to see the healers before this whole thing. He no longer needed to keep his arm in the sling but it would be awhile before he could use his shields again. With all his things as together as they could be he set out, the last thing he grabbed was his axe, slipping it just above his tail under his cape.
Ian had his hood up throughout the walk to the castle and had intended to keep it regardless of how it would be viewed by the nobles, not that that mattered as he was startled by the announcement of their own arrival and his ears shot up, his hood falling back again. At that point putting it back up didn't matter. He took a few more steps inside and that's about as far as he made it. He just stopped at that point and looked around awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself in a gathering like this.
At least the armor did have a little fanciness to it, having a few colored trims and a design on the hood and cape. In fact the cape could put off a slightly regal appearance, something that would be easier if he wasn't the size of a child. Ian grumbled quietly, his size never really bothered him before, and even now it doesn't so much as the assumptions made from it, it is somewhat irritating to be confused with a child.
He sighed and shook his head, looking down at his left hand as he flexed it. He'd managed to see the healers before this whole thing. He no longer needed to keep his arm in the sling but it would be awhile before he could use his shields again. With all his things as together as they could be he set out, the last thing he grabbed was his axe, slipping it just above his tail under his cape.
Ian had his hood up throughout the walk to the castle and had intended to keep it regardless of how it would be viewed by the nobles, not that that mattered as he was startled by the announcement of their own arrival and his ears shot up, his hood falling back again. At that point putting it back up didn't matter. He took a few more steps inside and that's about as far as he made it. He just stopped at that point and looked around awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself in a gathering like this.
