As a human man, Koschei had never been invited to a ball before in his life. He'd been a simple enough farmer, he'd never dreamed of anything more extravagant than a season where nothing went wrong, where his children and wife could survive the seasons, and maybe, good drink.
Being invited to events, as someone immortal, as someone expected to was, well, different. Saying he felt stiff was an understatement, and further more, not as naturally attuned to it the way others were. But turning things down now felt... loaded, in a word. There was already some anger over who Asa had escaped from in marriage, Leraje's men could be anywhere, and he was finding that being an immortal was more political, more glitz than expected.
So, when summoned, he had given the invitation to Asa — who could actually read, Koschei still unsure of how exactly to state that he couldn't — and with some preparation, they'd managed to actually show up to this event. What it was about, Koschei gathered it was an attempt to get various magical beings together, to decided on lands, on rules.
Did he care about it? Frankly, no. He was beginning to learn that it didn't matter what individuals thought; ruling wasn't all that cracked up to be. And he wanted to avoid the talks that were starting to pop up, able to see a rather determined fae working their way through different people. Koschei gives a glance to Asa — generally, better tempered than him — when the music starts, he feels grateful for it.
Immediately, he offers his hand, a grin on his face, "I don't suppose you'd mind dancing over politics?"
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