The grand ball

[Jaxen Marveet]

Scion Marveet


Vena allowed the man of interest to depart in other company, meanwhile, Scion occupied his time chatting with various men and women he knew. When the music changed tempo, himself and those in his immediate company were distracted enough to seek an explanation.
“Scion, is that Vena?”
Maximillion inquired, amused.
“Yes, it is.”
He replied, annoyed by the obviousness of the question.

Their dancing was ridiculous. How she knew the steps, Scion would inquire later, but there was nothing he could do to interrupt now without ramifications he was unwilling to bear.

The wave of Ascendancy’s hand ceased the obscene music, consequently breaking Vena from the arms of her partner. Although accompanied by the American politician, Scion’s gaze followed Vena as she departed in the other direction.

The man whom she had been dancing with journeyed outside.

Scion followed him. Who was this young man that Vena found valuable enough to spend more than five seconds in his company? More importantly, who was he to Ascendancy?

“Worked up quite a sweat?”
Scion interrupted the depth of his thoughts, this kid who likely thought himself alone, and joined him.