Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-10860529-20130709061630

In the meantime, it happened to be that Cynthea wasn't too far spaced from a certain future physican. It was another thing entirely still, between an interupted glance of boredom, to have witnessed the less than flattering scene first hand.

Between the false "pen" and the attempt at using it as such, a notable snort could be heard from the swan-to-be. Before laughter could follow however, the girl quickly covered her mouth with both hands, muffled giggles present heard from those near by.

A profound lack of grace. Not the greatest way to start off the year.

Her bout of amusement had left just as quickly, to her sudden abashment. A small hiccup escaped Cynthea's mouth as once she uncupped her mouth, but it didn't stay unheard of while in close proximity.

The girl nervously bit her lip, then tugged the tip of her bonnet to (barely) obscure her face.

"P-'Pologies," she muttered to no one in particular. It mattered not to her is Airmid heard her or not. Open ears were everywhere, and others were watching.