The Petrova Garden - Attending the Tea Party
Ryuu>Gwen>Sebastian>Isolde>Lel
The red haired dragon arched his eyebrows, casting a brooding glare in the direction of the bratty familiar. "I swear, you're just doing this to piss me off," Ryuu said, sighing as he lifted a plate with several muffins stacked on it, placing it down before Sebastian. "Here, baked specifically for you- without any blueberry filling. Now don't you dare only lick off the icing or I'll... put you in a box again, moron. Now you truly have no excuse..." his gaze as well as tone of voice were stern.
Following his short argument with Sebastian was a disaster. It started with the conversation between the newly arrived Moselle and Gwen, which as a result nearly brought his mistress to tears. Despite the fact that she was trying to hide it, her misery did not go unnoticed to the perceptive Ryuu. Next the head of the house arrived, which brought a far broader and more chaotic situation on them, one to darken the day which had begun so beautifully even more.
"Keep away from me you murderous she-devil!"
Ryuu jumped slightly at the sudden outburst from the white haired youth, at first not truly grasping the situation. Nevertheless he was instantly on his feet, instinctively placing his hand on the hilt of his trusted sword as he protectively stepped in front of Gwen. Even if she did have a guard, Ryuu could not help but feel responsible for the child's safety, no matter the situation. As she took a leap at Anastasia, which to Ryuu was even more uncompromisable, he precisely for that reason remained by his mistresses side. Besides that, the butler knew better than to step in and interfere with what was going on between the witches, seeing as he had no authority over them whatsoever. In fact, the best way to deal with this was simply letting them solve it themselves. It seemed, he was not the only one of this mind set... even if his way of expressing it was less...amused and arrogant.
His attention drifted from the ongoing scene which seemed to resolve as Anastasia grasped her son by his wrist and dragged him off in another direction as he heard a familiar voice. Isolde Nox. The beautiful vampires serving young mistress Skylar Petrova. As fellow servants of the witch family, Ryuu and Isolde had been given chances to interact with one another many a time. He had always found her company surprisingly pleasant, and would at this point go as far as to consider her his friend. One of few, if I may add... as he had never truly managed to connect with anyone else of neither the family nor staff (Gwen and company excluded).
"You always are a delight to see Mr.Lel..."
Clearly, she was aggravated by the bisque rose witches attitude towards his servant- something Ryuu could very much understand. He had always disliked the sly brat, even if he never openly voice it. At least not yet. He loathed the idea of using others to ones advantage, and disliked the way Lel seemed to enjoy it even more so. Nevertheless, as long as he could keep his distance from the devil, Ryuu could deal with it. Isolde's situation was vastly different, considering her younger brother was Lel's servant. He could understand her bitterness about it all too well. Then again, the innocent child did not seem to mind, so perhaps as long as he was happy... it didn't matter if he was seen merely as a toy by Lel. Ryuu had a hard time seeing how their relationship could ever end well, however...
Ryuu watched the conversation between the three slowly developing into becoming rather uncomfortable, causing a slight frown to crease his forehead. If this was left to escalate any further, it could very well result in another fiasco. Albeit, not one as large scale and dramatic as the prior incident, but unsettling to witness none the less. He certainly didn't want Gwen's tea party to be ruined any further, after all, and neither did he wish to see Isolde get into trouble.
Without making a sound, he decided to act, quietly excusing himself to Gwen before slipping behind Isolde. He tapped her shoulder while clearing his throat.
"Isolde? There is..." he quickly racked his mind for a suitable follow up to his start, trying to figure out a good excuse for them to leave. After a seconds delay, he spoke, his voice calm as usual, "I would require some help in the kitchen. Would you be willing to lend me a hand?" he asked with a straight face. "Please..."