[Mini Event] Greet Your Queen

Are

Late, far too late to even be called fashionable, sliding in as the murmur of the crowd took ahold of the room and the initial greeting faded into nothingness. A familiar face had him drawn away from the line forming. With all the grace one could expect from a man barely cognizant of his frame Are made his way through the gathering, bumping and shoving as he went. All the whys and whats swirling around the hollow feeling in his gut, questions he tried keeping a lid on 'til a more fitting time came, 'til he got some kind of direction and wind in his sails. For a few days on stagnant waters had the norseman grasping after any and all straw, suffocating under the choice he'd made and the man he so desperately tried to be.

"What in the name of the gods is this all? What's going to happen?" he whispered as he came up next to Roana. An extraordinary situation demanding extraordinary compromises, clarity over eloquence, brevity instead of pleasantries.