Tall blonde people sense their own, even if they are from other planets and one of them is a little less tan these days than he once was. The question is not whether Harrowheart must approach them -- because he must! -- but how.
Now, he knows that Runa is a bright and exuberant young woman, though he might not use that word because he certainly doesn't know that word. She is mannerly, but she's not above publicly enjoying life, as he's seen from some Durants. And that means her family probably taught her to act that way, which means they might not mind being greeted like that themselves.
On the other hand, stuffy Durants are watching. It's probably bad enough that he forgot Isidor explicitly forbade him from touching others and he put his arm around Hephaestia. What a disaster that must have looked, in hindsight. So he won't just be greeting the Nyströms, he'll be performing for the Durants as well...
Light, all of this is making his brain hurt. And all the while as he riddles this out he stares grimly across the party at the innocent Nyströms, his brows furrowed above his glowing eyes and his jaw set firmly. He shakes his shoulder to right his cape and in a determined powerwalk makes his way toward them, expressionless until he's close enough to speak.
And then he smiles slightly and inclines his head. "You're Runa's folks, ain't that right?" he asks, his soft voice in contrast to his earlier facade. "My name is Harrowheart. I'm a friend of hers?" He is, or course, but he's not sure whether or not her family would know as much. He offers a respectful shake to anyone who has a free hand and doesn't mind touching him, even if it is through gloves.
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Date: 2017-06-23 05:26 pm (UTC)Now, he knows that Runa is a bright and exuberant young woman, though he might not use that word because he certainly doesn't know that word. She is mannerly, but she's not above publicly enjoying life, as he's seen from some Durants. And that means her family probably taught her to act that way, which means they might not mind being greeted like that themselves.
On the other hand, stuffy Durants are watching. It's probably bad enough that he forgot Isidor explicitly forbade him from touching others and he put his arm around Hephaestia. What a disaster that must have looked, in hindsight. So he won't just be greeting the Nyströms, he'll be performing for the Durants as well...
Light, all of this is making his brain hurt. And all the while as he riddles this out he stares grimly across the party at the innocent Nyströms, his brows furrowed above his glowing eyes and his jaw set firmly. He shakes his shoulder to right his cape and in a determined powerwalk makes his way toward them, expressionless until he's close enough to speak.
And then he smiles slightly and inclines his head. "You're Runa's folks, ain't that right?" he asks, his soft voice in contrast to his earlier facade. "My name is Harrowheart. I'm a friend of hers?" He is, or course, but he's not sure whether or not her family would know as much. He offers a respectful shake to anyone who has a free hand and doesn't mind touching him, even if it is through gloves.