The young knight's blood warmed softly at the girl's barely hidden and appreciative appraisal.  It was not the first time he'd experienced such, but these petite damsels were...<br/><br/>"Exquisite beyond imagining," he whispered.<br/><br/>Then the introductions began.  The niceties of station demanded that he take the blond's hand first despite his fascination to met a true redhead.  In their ethnically homogeneous nation, any hair a richer red than russet was rarer than rubies.<br/><br/>He bowed low and brushed his lips over her knuckles, speaking softly, "A pleasure, lady Austin."<br/><br/>She was charmingly petite, but still stood a head taller than her tiny friend.  The knight smiled at the thought that this permited him to bow lower to the girl who'se beauty moved him the most deeply.  "An honor, miss Connovich."  His breath caressed the tops of her fingers as he spoke, then his lips brushed gently over her knuckles.  They were sensual, and strong, and lightly chapped form his months on the high roads, exposed too the cold wind.<br/><br/>Straightening after a moment of peering into her eyes, he stepped back so he could see them both more clearly.  "I am Cedric Viridian, by the grace of God and our departed Viceroy, knight of the realm.  I pray you will both honor me with a dance."<br/><br/>He offered each of the girls an arm, "Shall we?"