<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2hx8301.jpg)</div><br/>Annette was quite willing to have Lyon carry her ashore.  Unthinkingly, she wrapped her slender arms around his neck as he did so, helping to steady his hold on her.<br/><br/>She noticed some of these things, but in a passive way, her eyes catching them, but her mind not attaching much significance to them.  It was a different land, a different people, so it was unsurprising that they did things differently.  Besides, her mind was on her upcoming match, not on the defense of the island, nor on the particulars of the common folk.<br/><br/>Back in her quarters she changed into a fine gown of lovely pale blue.  It matched her eyes quite nicely, and fit her fine figure very well.  By herself, there was only so much she could do with the corset, but it nevertheless helped to emphasize her feminine curves, highlighting more than enhancing.  She did still wear her sword-belt.  Not because she feared attack, but because it was her right as a noble of Aquilion.<br/><br/>Annette's heels clicked on the floor of the dining hall as she entered; although she made an effort to be demure, she couldn't quite get rid of the confident sway of her hips.  Well-bred enough not to gawk, her blue eyes did nevertheless sweep around, taking in its impressiveness.  She couldn't quite decide if it worked or not.  It was no doubt impressive, but she could at least keep telling herself that Aquilion did things with more style, even if that conviction was slowly fading.<br/><br/>"It is a pleasure to meet you... sir Darion?"  Annette ventured, dropping into a graceful curtsy.  Blast, she didn't know how to address people from this place.  "And thank you, that sounds lovely."  She spoke in a soft, cultured voice, well-schooled.  At his gesture, she settled herself into a chair, politely attentive to his words.