-Finally, you are here, Darius.- Gizel emerged from the crowd and approached them with a seductive gait. She was wearing a bottle-green dress that emphasised her shapely figure and flowed freely to the floor. With every movement, the entire creation gently shimmered with the light caught by tiny emeralds. A green shawl trimmed with silvery fur rested on her shoulders. The elf wore no jewellery except for a delicate tiara holding her intricately styled hair in place. - I thought you weren't coming.- She extended her hand towards the man.
-How could I miss the opportunity to spend an evening in such pleasant company, Gizel?- Darius kissed her hand without stepping out of his aristocratic role.- You look wonderful, as always.
-Oh, you're so sweet, as always.- The elf smiled warmly and shifted her gaze to the dragon. -I was right that you would look good in this, my dear.
-However, it is your creation that delights and intimidates.- Draco bowed courteously, following all the rules of Atlantean etiquette.
-Thank you, my dear.- The duchess smiled a little wider. -You should learn compliments from your student, Darius.- She said, offering her arm to the mage. -And now, gentlemen, if I may.
