He hears it well before he's made much progress in being led through the estate: the sound— the scent, perhaps— of a menagerie flittering about their animal-business, all too evident to sharp (and sharply-shaped) ears, prompting the slowest delay in his stride as he swears he recognizes the occasional bark.
Hell's teeth, if that hunch is true...
No, no. Of course not. Preposterous, assuming every baying hound in Thedas is the same. Instead he folds one arm behind his back once more, fitting his posture into something appropriate for Hightown, regardless of the matters of nobility and what exactly qualifies as such in this world. He's highborn still, even if he's the only one that knows it, he'll make certain it's unmistakable.
"My dears," there's no pause for any announcement but his own once he catches sight of the two he'd come to see, bowing low with a practiced flourish, delicate fingertips held only at the most artful of angles. Gilded doublet, silken ruff— crimson eyes. Probably not what they imagined in the slightest.
CLOSED: Bastien | Alexandrie
Hell's teeth, if that hunch is true...
No, no. Of course not. Preposterous, assuming every baying hound in Thedas is the same. Instead he folds one arm behind his back once more, fitting his posture into something appropriate for Hightown, regardless of the matters of nobility and what exactly qualifies as such in this world. He's highborn still, even if he's the only one that knows it, he'll make certain it's unmistakable.
"My dears," there's no pause for any announcement but his own once he catches sight of the two he'd come to see, bowing low with a practiced flourish, delicate fingertips held only at the most artful of angles. Gilded doublet, silken ruff— crimson eyes. Probably not what they imagined in the slightest.