ArrylEnters
From IMiA
As Prince Eric arrives, there arrives behind him Leutnant Arryl der Gottswache, very much a junior officer in the company of her Commander.
The Weir has traded her ever-present greatcoat and aviator's goggles for the formal dress black-and-reds of the Gottswache. A black 'captain's coat' drapes over her shoulders, the small folded back cuffs and full lapels are lined with red piping. Epaulets of intricate silver brocade on the shoulders of her jacket proclaim her Leutnant's rank, and does the same intricate silver knot on her brilliantly brushed and red piped formal tricorn.
Black boots, so highly polished as to reflect the softest light hug her calves to just over her knees. Crimson leggings lead upward to end in a matching crimson waistcoat that fits Arryl's robust figure perfectly. The grey laced cravat beneath her chin only serves to heighten the pinkness of her cheeks and the glimmer in her grey eyes.
At the Leutnant's side hangs a perfectly functional dress sabre with a fine silver basket swept hilt. The scabbard is brightly polished black, capped and hung by with well-cared for silver. White gloves cover the Weir's hands as she removes her tricorn respectfully as she approaches the Carlisles.
Every line is crisp, all metal work gleams, not a speck of dust mars Arryl's appearance anywhere. Her posture is straight backed and perfect. And yet, somehow, the Weir is still a rake.
Once the Prince has made his respects, Arryl steps forward with a bit of skip in her step. Bowing to both Phillip and Julian, the Weir thanks them both kindly for their invitation. The Leutnant's color is high tonight and there is laughter in her eyes. She's obviously enjoying herself already.
Juliana turns the conservative smile she'd been trying on her husband in the prince's wake over onto Arryl. She is dressed in a navy blue sheath dress, which is well away from the more traditional style she's been sporting since their ascention to the Dukedom. The top edge of this strapless gown is accented with woven silver ribbon, as is the hem. There is a single slit along the left edge, which stops just above the knee. Everything about the gown speaks that it originated outside of Amber and likely won't last long at the center - a luxurious waste, unless she's going to send it back when this is over. She has matching navy gloves tied above her elbows with silver ribbon as well.
Juliana has also given over her usual lady's braids for a different hair-style entirely. Her golden blonde hair has been pressed straight, and hangs in a sheet down her back to end in a neat line just at her hips. Her only jewelry are the small diamonds hanging from her earlobes, and a single larger diamond depending from a thin navy choker around her throat.
With the heels she's wearing, she stands even with her husband.
"Leutnant, I'm so happy you came. You look absolutely stunning, er, sharp, I mean, sharp, in this uniform," Juliana grins conspiratorily. Despite the earlier conservative smile, there is a glow about the Duchess she can't quite supress. While one would hardly call dinner parties her element, it's obvious the purpose of this one means a great deal to her, and she's feeling good about it. She betrays no nervousness in either movement or scent, and in fact seems to be very confident.
"Leutnant," Phillip nods and smiles.
The Weir returns Phillip's nod and Juliana's grin. "Danke, your Grace. I normally haf so little opportunity to crawl into der formal blacks, it makes for a rare treat. Danke for d'at. You are looking very lovely yourself tonight."
-- Main.LizTrumitch - 05 Jan 2005
