Florianne Samrial, heir to her house, soared through the mists on ribbons of blue. A freedom she felt nowhere else enveloped her as she spun in the air, her cloak splaying out around her. But it always ended. She to return to the ground, eventually.
Her mist cloak rustled slightly when she landed outside Keep Samrial. Dropping a clip, she steelpushed up to her balcony and strode into her rooms.
"Lise?" She called, as she undid the clasp of her mistcloak.
"Yes'm." Came the reply. Lise stepped around the corner and came to assist her.
"Lisa, can you please tell my father I've returned?"
Florianne had changed into a simple silk gown, by the time Lisa returned with her father. He was slightly taller than Florianne, with the same auburn hair, though his contained a few streaks of gray.
"I trust you had an enjoyable night out?" Florianne could feel him pushing on her emotions, trying to make her slightly more talkative. Her father was not a full mistborn, only a soother. He had never known the joy of dancing on the mists. Though, he was exceptional at what he did. He had taught her himself, and she could only recognize his touch after years of being influenced by him.
"Yes, Father." Florianne answered. "How was yours?"
"Productive. I've arranged for you to attend tomorrow's ball with Laurent Izenry."
Florianne cocked her head. "But I went with him last time, Father. Shouldn't I attend with a variety of people, as to not show . . . " Her green eyes narrowed. "Are we trying to make a statement of preference?"
Lord Samrial smiled. He was a shrewd man and never did anything without purpose. Of course he was trying to show preference. "You are at eligible age to be married, Dear. If all goes well, I would like to see you with the Izenrys."
The Izenrys were nearly as wealthy as the Samrials. If Florianne married the heir of their house, their house, being just slightly smaller than her's, would be folded into their's and nearly double the Samrial wealth.
Florianne curtsied low. "Of course, Father."