Someone wearing a forest shadow cat mask gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Guests arrive and the musicians begin to play their music, something soft and quiet as everyone filters in. There are servants working their way through the growing crowds, encouraging guests to try a glass of wine or mead or ale or whiskey. And fine, water, if you really /have/ to. They're also happy to point out the cheese stations and the various honeys and jams that are located at them. And for anyone that hasn't noticed or hasn't taken one yet, there are bottles of mead being passed around. Cherry!

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings has joined the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings has swept through the party with every appearance of bright fascination, her mask cleverly designed for maximum ease of eating and drinking. She sits in a flare of violet and silver, perching near the hearth seating with her spoils, and leans back, lounge-like, as she smiles wide, friendly good cheer to anybody who happens to pass.

Someone wearing a fierce tigress half-mask has joined the a cozy sofa nook.

Someone wearing a forest shadow cat mask has joined the a cozy sofa nook.

2 Thrax Guards, Stojan, the assistant arrive, following Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye sticks close to the woman with a mask painted on her face of a violet lovebird.\

Someone wearing a golden feminine filigree half-mask's been lurking off out of the way of those moving around serving, and those that are coming in, a glass in hand that she seems to be sipping from. With masks being the order of the evening it is hard to recognize anyone, but any that even seem to catch her eye is offered a smile of greeting. For now it is sip, smile, sip, smile, and watch those that enter in their masks.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye has her arm looped around another with a very similar design painted upon their face, leaning a shoulder on the blue lovebird's shoulder, she gives a bit of a smile. "Shall we find the drinks?" she wonders.

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask enters the masquerade alone, though she hovers at the entrance of the gardens, waiting for something or likely, someone. She waves off a servant who tries to interest her in something to drink, her large, dark eyes sweeping the party instead to watch those that have come.

Coming into the gardens is a couple in a clearly themed costume; the taller male is decked out as a classic highwayman, from his domino mask and his sack of purloined goods while the pregnant lady on his arm is dressed as a Huntswoman of sorts, a plush crimson heart on a string, wrapped around her wrist. They are arm in arm, and the lady is laughing at something or other as they enter the gardens. She looks around and stares, "This is... incredible, don't you think?"

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye nods her head and replies, "Let us see if there is brandy and maybe some treats to go along with them."

Someone wearing a fierce tigress half-mask wanders her way in, arm hooked with that of the shadow cat, and pauses just inside the entrance to the garden and pool to admire how everything has been decorated just so. "I have no idea which ones you are, but lovely!" she declares, not bothering to try and figure out who is who just yet. Instead, she hip-bumps her companion and nods towards the drinks and then the cozy sofa nook before looking at the cheese pairings. "You get drinks, I'll get food... we'll be lazy over where the sofa's over there are? Or at least look indolent."

Someone wearing A feathered snowy owl mask has joined the a cozy sofa nook.

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings steps into the area, delicate, filmy silks fluttering around her ankles. She looks over the gathering for a moment then merges into the crowd, a glass of wine taken from the tray of a servant passing by and a small bit of the cheese to accompany it. After a admiring some of the other person's outfits and masks she makes her way toward a seat.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye nods to her partner and leads the way over towards the table. "Ah yes, I'll be sure to keep a bottle of brandy for you back at the estate," she muses with a little smile. "Now, let us see..." she muses, looking over the table at all the offerings.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings tips her head up on spying the butterfly's entrance, and lifts her glass of dark cherry mead with a white flash of a grin, the curve of her lower lip caught in her teeth. She almost spills on herself but catches her glass with a hand curved beneath it just in time.

Reese arrives at the Masked ball, looking exactly like Reese. She has no subtle about her at all. Her shirt has a pink gryphon embroidered upon the front and her ivory wool leggings have pink ribbons along either side. Maybe she should be in a dress, but she is not. She is toting quite a bit of pink weapons. She does have a mask, a floral garnet creation that is sitting perched on top of her head instead of concealing her features. She moves with this extreme agile grace and looks over the ballroom as if searching for someone.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye ponders aloud, "I wonder if they've mastered the art of the desert cheese." She takes her samples, tiny bites, sometimes not even bothering to finish the sample portion and leaving it for a servant to deal with. "We should annex a place at the party and perhaps conquer those before us. That is something your house is good at, no?"

"Guessing who is who would require entirely too much effort." The shadow cat drawls, before he accepts the hip-bump from his companion, laughing as he starts in the direction of the drinks. "You already have yourself well in character, I see, sweetheart." That's probably for the comment about looking indolent... as well befits a pair of felines. A couple of glasses are procured, and even a bottle if one is left unattended long enough - it wouldn't do to have to rise for refills. And then silent steps are taking him over to the chosen nook.

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings has joined the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Someone wearing A Red Fox Mask gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Reese gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing a blue and grey raven mask makes his way into the garden, his muted blues, greys, and whites nearly unnoticable next to the lady in the sheer blue dress with its plunging, plunging neckline and floral embroidery that accompanies him on his arm. There's a slight pause in the entryway, to take in the lanterns and the gardens, before stepping in further. With slow, unhurried steps, he guides them to where refreshment might be obtained, a glass for each.

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask is all joking aside, very likely someone that everyone can guess from half a mile away. He moves through the burgeoning crowds of people and does his best to greet those that are coming in. There are hands shaken, even if he doesn't know who they are straight off. There's another guest wearing a mask similar to his and he gives her a wave from across the party, smirking slightly as he takes a glass from one of the servers. At the moment he stands in the midst of what's likely to be organized chaos very soon, watching.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye laughs and than nods. "Well in that case, let us conquer some of the couches, and see what fun we can get ourselves up to," she smiles, looking then towards the case of mead. "Ooh, I think I'll have some of this," she says, grabbing one of the bottles on offer without hesitating. "Let us take our spoils to a table. After you, my lady!"

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask breathes out what might be a sigh of relief, making a soft 'psst'ing noise towards Reese as she waves the woman over. "Reese. Reese, come here," she pleads quietly, gesturing with beckoning fingers to the Grayson commander.

Someone wearing a blue and grey raven mask gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings makes her way over toward the moth after the amicable gesture is noted, a smile slowly growing on her lips. She laughs, head tipping back as she says. "Ulterior motives! Nothing like them."

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye also calls out to Reese, but not until after the owl masked person does, "Oh Reese reese, come here come here, we will not do anything mischievous to you."

Someone wearing A feathered snowy owl mask walks over to the sofa where the tigress and the shadow cat sit and stands in front of them before letting out a decent sounding owl sound with a soft laugh following and sitting on the sofa. "This is insane, I am not entirely I could figure out who everyone is." a smile might be forming under the mask but it would be hard to tell given the mask covers the whole face.

Someone wearing A feathered snowy owl mask gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask takes a moment upon his entry to survey the area as a whole, perhaps staking out the place to see what it is that might require pilfering despite the fact that he appears to be captured by the huntswoman on his arm. Now though there is a mask worn, the fact that his lip curves up at the corner is quite clear. Thereafter? He is breaking her hold from him (albeit gently), and moving to skirt around the area, undoubtedly to lead the huntswoman on a merry chase.

Someone wearing a dark stygian mirrored mask done in the columbina style is wearing a dress that would be entirely appropriate back in Setarco, and really the mask is the same. She's on the man in the raven mask's arm, comfortable at his side as she follows him in after taking those moments for looking around. "Impressive," she comments quietly to her companion. "I need something to drink. There are entirely too many people for me to not have one."

"Well of course. It's no fun dressing up in costume with a mask if I'm not going to act the part." Tigress drawls a bit, even, all but sashaying right up to the plates so several samples can be placed on one and she can wander over to the comfortable seating. "I've heard you shouldn't trust anyone wearing a mask that promises not to do anything mischeivous." she calls out, somewhat playfully in warning. Not to anyone in particular, though it is obviously meant for Reese. However she is masked this evening.

Sir Buckethead, so dubbed by the Archduke of the Lycene at the previous masquerade makes his appearances, but dressed in silks from neck to toe instead of more common apparel and with the addition of a boutonniere of small violet flowers pinned to his chest. He stops some distance inside to let his head turn about from side to side to scan the crowd fully before it turns back again to settle his gaze upon the owl masked person and heads towards them.

Reese looks in the direction of the woman with the owl mask and has a smile of greeting for her that touches somber blue eyes. "Oh, she says starting in her direction. She seems to have no idea who she is. She then looks over to lovebird, giving her a study and mostly looking rather disoriented. She smiles a moment later. "I have date, she is somewhere..." She says looking over the party. She seems to have no idea who her date is. She then looks over to tiger, seemingly quite thoughtful. "I think tigers would know."

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye tells the tigress, "But I am not wearing a mask my Lady." And indeed she isn't, instead her 'mask' is merely a cleverly applied paint to her face. . . . Good luck getting that off later.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask walks in all a flutter in sapphire silk and gold. Her gown is a bit revealing, perfect for a warm summer's eve, flashing leg as she walks in. Noticing others taking mead, she heads there first, picking her own bottle before looking around the room. She came alone, it seems, and does not appear to yet recognize anyone here.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye nods to the blue lovebird, and smiles. "It is true. We've fashioned our own masks from paints and my own imagination," she offers to Tigress. "Should we still not be trusted?" she wonders t look over at Reese. "You can trust us, right?"

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask's lips twitch in the hint of a frown as the woman in the painted blue lovebird also calls out to Reese. Her dark eyes linger on the woman for a moment, just a moment, before she drags her attention to Reese. "I have a date as well, but I have not found him," she offers, before leaning to murmur to Reese.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings puts two fingers to her lips and whistles, obnoxiously, across the party, before flinging her arm in the air and waving towards Reese and the owl. "Reese, you have no one playing your theme song!" she calls. "It's the only thing missing."

Someone wearing a white deer mask drifts in without escort, a solitary figure all in snowy white which would seem far more wintry if it covered more of her olive skin, if the silk didn't flutter so effortlessly with her steps. Though the green eyes behind the pale leather of her antlered mask scan the crowd, it is not toward any one person that she moves, but rather toward the cheese and honey pairings, the smile she wears evidenced only in the delighted glimmer in her eyes.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask's bounty has escaped! The chase is going to be a slow one, as her gait is less than fluid. Still, there is a laugh and she is chasing (slowly) after the highwayman. Her path follows his, skirting the area, though she pauses a bit as she nears the food. Her quarry has a chance to widen his lead as she is distracted by those honey-drizzled goat cheeses. She snatches one of those, popping it into her mouth as she looks around.

Someone wearing an upended water pail with two eye holes gouged out moves towards the silver flammulated owl then, silver owl for short.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye remarks aside her companion, "I would most certainly trust us." She watches the Owl and gives her a little wave, but stays right by her matching face painted companion's side. She spies the huntswoman and points her out. "Did she not tell us she wasn't coming tonight?"

Someone wearing a fierce tigress half-mask smiles, looking over her shoulder before turning to sit down. "True." is all she says. "Should anyone hiding their identity be trusted though, really? Unless you know who it is under the paint." she concedes, settling into her spot now.

Reese is standing near the woman in the flammulated owl mask. She starts to whisper softly with her. She managed to snag glass of mead. She then turns to the Moth. "I really do like my theme song." She says, her words are playful, but they are laced with a touch of Grayson arrogance. She then then looks over to Tiger. "Hmm..you make another point."

"If you have to ask if you can be trusted, the obvious answer is no!" The shadow cat calls to the lovebirds, backing up the tirgress' words almost as though it were habit. "Whether it is a mask or paint." He takes a bit of cheese off of the plate that the tigress has procured, and offers her a glass full of whatever that filched bottle is full of in exchange.

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask's attention draws to the person wearing the water pail, her ink-dark eyes growing slightly larger still for a moment before she greets them with a simple: "That is quite the costume. You are not my date, are you?" Her gaze draws over them, looking for something.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye smirks over at Reese and shrugs. "Very well, if you didn't wish to be painted, that is quite all right," she begins making her way towards somewhere. "Come," she says to her companion. "Let us find a seat to find some interesting people, and crack open this mead until I'm drunk."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings before departing.

"And that," the Raven says to his companion, "Is why we've stopped here first." He passes the glass acquired for her into her hand and takes one of his own before turning to look out over those gathered. He lifts his glass to her and takes a small sip before saying "I believe that gentleman over there with the golden filigree half-mask is likely our host. Would you like to go greet him?" He offers his arm.

Someone wearing a golden feminine filigree half-mask's continued to drink, and watch. A bit of a smile spreading across her face as she sees the sheer number of people that have turned out, then she downs the contents of her glass before she starts to move around the room, searching for someone in the crowd.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye inquires of her companion, "So you mean until an hour or so ago?" She hangs on her companion and follows along, giving a little friendly fingerwave to Reese on her way past. "Which mask is your favorite so far, besides ours."

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask waits until most of the guests have arrived to head towards one of the tables, borrowing a fork and then climbing up onto one of the chairs. He begins clinking the fork against the glass very loudly until the noise has spread throughout the party and there's a few minutes of silence. "Hello! Thank you and welcome to our home. Please enjoy the drinks and starters now, the food that's about to come and the dessert later. The masks and outfits are incredible. If you haven't heard, we'll be hosting a little contest. There's to be a first and second place winner for best mask and outfit. My people will be circulating the crowd, collecting your votes as the night progresses. So please, let them know your votes." (aka: page Cristoph your vote when you're ready, there'll be a reminder again later. :))

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye muses, bumping hips with her own companion as she thinks. "I think I like the tigress so far. Though I'm not sure if that's because of the mask, or because she's rather fiesty," there's an amused grin as she finds a place to settle down, beckoning for her companion to join her.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye has joined the a cozy sofa nook.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye has joined the a cozy sofa nook.

Someone wearing an upended water pail with two eye holes gouged out stops in front of the silver owl with his dark eyes peering through the holes towards her, "Who?" he asks with a muffled voice that does little to hide the mirth at the chance to ask the question of an owl. "Would your dare be wearing one of these?" he asks then and gestures to the boutonniere pinned to his chest.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask does indeed increase the space between the Huntswoman and himself, though not to a grand degree. He is maneuvering a bit further through the crowd, peering this way and that as though searching for someone or other. Or perhaps he is still in pursuit of beautiful and expensive things to acquire. He hones in on that gold mask, the masculine one, and begins to head that way... until the announcement is made. That has the highwayman backing off and going to steal a bit of cheese instead. He listens, at least.

;'s nods, lifting her gaze back to the pail-headed guest. "So you are," she replies quietly. She gestures to Reese and then the man, offering between the two. "Reese, this is my date. My date, this is my cousin Reese." Her gaze is drawn across the party, before she murmurs to her companions, "Shall we find a quiet place to sit and talk?"

"Ah, you are better at this than I am," says the little blonde in the stygian mirrored mask, to the Raven. She studies the man indicated as host only for a moment before she nods. "We should," she agrees, taking the offered glass from him and swallowing heavily from it before she resettles herself on his arm, ready to follow him over in that direction. Her smile is right now light and pleasant, her sapphire eyes showing a fair bit of interest in the others around, the costumes.

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask's nods, lifting her gaze back to the pail-headed guest. "So you are," she replies quietly. She gestures to Reese and then the man, offering between the two. "Reese, this is my date. My date, this is my cousin Reese." Her gaze is drawn across the party, before she murmurs to her companions, "Shall we find a quiet place to sit and talk?"

Reese looks over all the masks and she seems almost disorientated. Still she gives them a close study, seeming in response to the lovebird's words. "Well, I like the fox mask and the moth mask and the butterfly mask." She says, sounding like she is having a hard time making a choice. She gives the lovebirds another look as if trying to figure out who they are. She then turns to the owl, giving a warm smile. She looks upon the pail-headed man a moment later. "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Pail."

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask has joined the several extra lounge chairs clustered around a fire pit.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask wanders over to a couch set near an outdoor hearth. Her movements are unhurried, and she opens the bottle of mead as she walks. Settling upon the cushion and placing her legs just so, at the perfectly poised angle, she continues to watch the others in attendance, admiring masks and generally people watching as she lifts her bottle for a drink.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask has joined the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Someone wearing a blue and grey raven mask is quiet for the announcements that are made, and only after they are complete and the man in the golden filigree half-mask has come down from his perch, does he guide his mirror madked companion in that direction. "Thank you," he says when they arrive before Cristoph, "For the hospitality of your home and this celebration." He dips his head to the man and raises his glass.

Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask steps inside the garden, with her snow white gown and her glittering jewels and looks around, a half smile hidden behind the mask she wears. Spotting a flash of bright pink in the crowd though the lady of fire and mostly ice, heads that way.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye waves to Reese to try and get her attention again and calls, "Reese Reese, did I ever tell you I love your armor? Because I do. I always love your armor." She quiets down, looking pleased with herself but decidedly not smiling.

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask hops down from the chair once his little speech is done and returns the fork. He begins to search the crowd, likely hunting for the woman with a mask that's a companion to his his. When the man in the raven mask approaches him, he smiles brightly and nods his head. "Thank you for coming to join us tonight. It's an honor to have so many here as our guests."

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask looks over to the man in the gold mask as he speaks and gives him her attention. But cheese! She snares another treat before looking over to the Highwayman that has wandered close. "You are caught!" She reaches to snare his arm, as if to capture him. "You are in trouble now, bandit." She laughs as she holds tight to him. "Shall we find our host and say hello?"

Someone wearing an upended water pail with two eye holes gouged out nods his bucket head towards the silver owl before turning to face Reese and offering a half bow from the waist. "Princess Reese, please. Goodman Bucket would do. it is a pleasure to see you this evening." He offers his arm then to the silver owl for her to take and be escorted to nearby seats. "Would you like me to acquire drinks or food for either of you?"

Someone wearing an upended water pail with two eye holes gouged out has joined the several extra lounge chairs clustered around a fire pit.

Someone wearing a golden feminine filigree half-mask spots the man in the matching mask, and starts to head towards him as soon as he has hopped down from the chair. She doesn't interupt whatever conversation is happening with the Raven, however, just moves to stand next to her matching mask.

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings nods politely and smiles toward the woman joining them at the bench. "Ohhh, you have a butterfly, too, on the bracelet.

Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask sets a hand down on Reese's pink shoulder from behind, a blue eye winking behind the ceramic mask. "Forgive me for leaving you alone, I am a terrible date."

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask smiles when the other golden filigree mask finds him. He pauses in his conversation to murmur words in her ears and then quietly hand something off.

Reese is standing close to one of the owls and a pail-headed man. She looks very much like Reese in her pink, toting her weapons and wearing her mask on top of her head instead over her face. She looks over to the love-bird, giving her this somber smile. "It is always good have some armor on, one never knows." She says. The warrior princess is not fully armored, but she does have a few pieces on. The trained eye or maybe not so trained eye, would gage she is ready for a fight. She then looks over to the pail covered man. "Oh, some cheese would be nice, thank you." She says, before looking over to woman of fire and eyes. Her blue eyes brighten and she smiles, a smile that touches her eyes. "Oh, not terrible at all." She says in her direction, starting that way. "Can I get you some mead?" She says, copying the owl's date and seeming to have forgot all about the bucket covered man and the cheese.

Someone wearing a white deer mask takes her time wandering, weaving about the tables, preparing a plate of precisely spaced samplings of the delectable pairings on early offer, trying to keep the distinct honeys from pooling into a single sticky sweet puddle in the middle of the dish. She collects a bottle of mead and makes her way toward the chairs settled out on the lawn. Though her descent is graceful, she sinks rather comfortably into recline with her legs stretched out before her, bare feet visible beyond the dusty hem of her snowy dress. Did the woman not wear /shoes/ to the party? Setting her mead down beside her, she begins sneaking small bites past her mask as she watches the crowd, considering costumes, where she ought to place her votes.

"Indeed; thank you," says the woman in the stygian mask, offering a twinkling smile to the hostess when she approaches as well, nodding her head. "Both of you. It has been too long. Best wishes for the evening." She shifts back half a step after the words are spoken, looking up to the Raven before scanning the crowd again.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask is caught! Hazel eyes widen beneath the mask, as though by way of surprise, and he pops that cheese into his mouth swiftly as though to do away with anything that might be confiscated. "We shall," he rumbles, though not without sliding his arm around the Huntswoman as though capturing her in turn. It's ridiculously affectionate, but those with a keen eye might be able to tell that when he maneuvers closer to the golden masked man that one hand is making as though to snare that Highwayman's Heart bauble that the Huntress wears. Ah, a pause, where he has a coughing fit. A red silk handkerchief is briefly brought to his mouth -- cheese down the wrong pipe? It's swift, however, and tucked away thereafter.

Someone wearing a blue and grey raven mask inclines his head to the woman in the golden filigree half-mask that matches her counterpart and says, "And thank you to you as well, my lady." There is a smile that curves his lips beneath the beak, strategically perched just over his nose so as not to impede his consumption of the mead with the glass in his hand. With their greetings to the hosts completed, he gives a little smile to his columbina masked companion and then turns to lead their steps in a kind of wide arc around the perimeter of the party, so that they can take in the gardens, the masks, and the other guests while enjoying their drinks.

Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask considers Reese and dips her masked head, "I would love some meed. You look stunning, weapons at a party... very daring." She laughs softly. "Though I do say it all makes me feel very safe."

Someone wearing an upended water pail with two eye holes gouged out nods towards Reese at her request and takes a similar one from the silver owl before moving aaay from the couches for a moment to snag mead and cheese both before returning to his companions. The forgotten cheese is offered to Reese where it stands alone on its small plate.

Someone wearing an upended water pail with two eye holes gouged out gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask's laughter dims when that coughing comes from the bandit on her arm. She leans in, whispering something quietly to him before they arrive next to the pair in the gold filigree masks. Once they are there, she offers them both a bright smile, "Good evening, oh excellent hosts! Your party is simply amazing! The masks are so excellent, I swear I just want to stare at everyone."

Someone wearing a white deer mask gets a summer black cherry Laurent mead from a case of mead - please take one.

Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask considers the pail headed man and the silver owl thoughtfully, offering each a nod in turn. "Good evening Sire, Madam. I hope you both are finding the evening pleasent as well."

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask waves off the raven and his partner as they depart to make their rounds. As the Huntswoman and Highway Bandit make their way to him, his smiles grows even brighter. "I'm so incredibly glad that you could make it. How are you feeling?" He asks the the Huntswoman, what can be seen of his expression faintly concerned. Good natured concern!

Reese glances down at the blade by her right hip and there even is a touch of affection or pride in her gaze. Maybe she likes her weapon a bit too much. Reese then lifts her attention to the woman of Fire and Ice. "You are very safe, well as safe as a woman of such conflicting elements can be." She says, gives a little bow and then she takes the offered cheese. "Thank you." She heads off to get another glass of mead, heading it over to her.

:tips her chin simply enough, offering a polite smile to the woman in the ceramic mask of fire and ice. She invites, "Please, join us, duchess. My cousin was distraught that she couldn't find you." She lifts her fingers to gesture to another chair near the firepit that reflects off her mask.

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask tips her chin simply enough, offering a polite smile to the woman in the ceramic mask of fire and ice. She invites, "Please, join us, duchess. My cousin was distraught that she couldn't find you." She lifts her fingers to gesture to another chair near the firepit that reflects off her mask.

Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask has joined the several extra lounge chairs clustered around a fire pit.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask makes a vaguely dismissive gesture toward the Huntswoman before turning toward the masculine golden masked one, grinning slightly. "We would not miss it for -- well, there are certain exceptions." One, perhaps, being the very pregnant woman. He looks sidelong toward her before leaning in to press a soft kiss to the very top of the mask, rather than her brow. "Soon however she will be chasing me down in truth!" Thereafer, an addition of, "Wonderful event, my lord."

Reese has joined the several extra lounge chairs clustered around a fire pit.

Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask takes up a seat near the firepit at the invite, "Thank you Your Highness." She nods to Reese again with a warm smile. "I got caught up in some troublesome paperwork." Her head tilts towards her 'dates', my apologies again.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask beams up at the man in the golden filigree half mask and rests a hand on the mid-layer of skirting on her leather jerkin and replies, "Amazed I was able to squeeze myself into this costume. I have never attended a masquerade before. This is splendid, thank you so much for throwing it." She leans into the bandit's kiss and says, "I don't have to chase you, silly, I have your heart." She holds up the plush crimson heart bound to her wrist before winking to the host, "You see, he stole my purse and I stole his heart. A fair exchange, since he stole mine as well." She grins then to the other half of the hosting pair, "You look lovely my lady, and you have done a marvelous thing with this event! I love your masks!"

Someone wearing a dark stygian mirrored mask done in the columbina style breathes out a content little sigh as the raven leads her to space a bit less busy, and she settles for a while into comfortable silence. Her attention wanders over the crowd, and she does at one point tug her companion towards a particular cheese for trying. Eventually though, she does lean in to speak quietly to him, her smile touched with something a bit wry.

Reese looks over toward the silver owl and her cheeks flush with just a hint of pink. "Oh, no worries. I know you are very busy." She says in her direction, heacing over the mead and taking a seat by the fire pit. She then softens her voice for quieter conversation.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask has left the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings raises her glass after the sunrise as she leaves the hearth, her smile quick. "And to you!" she calls lightly, before turning quieter words back to the butterfly sitting with her.

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask checked strength + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 49 higher.

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask laughs at the play-by-play between the two in front of him and ducks his head. "You're quite the remarkable pair." He's been drinking steadily this entire time and now takes a moment to drain his glass and place it down onto the tray of a passing servant. "I don't think the new pool has seen nearly enough action however. I think we should change that." He gives both his counter-part in gold and their two friends a brilliant mischievous smile before heading off towards the sofas and tapping the tigfress on the shoulder. It's really only a moment's warning because he picks this small woman up from where she's sitting, marches towards the pool and tosses her into it.

Someone wearing a fierce tigress half-mask checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 30 higher.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask smiles towards the moth and butterfly she leaves behind before rising up from her perch and wandering about the party, mead in hand.

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask's ink-dark gaze drags towards the man in the golden filigree mask as he picks up the woman and tosses her in. And there, briefly, shows a flicker of disapproval, rather than reflecting the party.

Someone wearing a blue and grey raven mask speaks quietly to the woman at his side and then his eyes follow their host as he walks over and throws the tigress into the pool bodily, causing his conversation to pause mid-sentence before continuing, a touch of amusement in his expression.

Someone wearing a golden feminine filigree half-mask puts on a pair of earrings that, well, she wasn't wearing early. She absently taps a finger against one of them before she watches the man in the filigree half-mask head off to get up to trouble. There's a small laugh that is quickly covered with a hand when she spots exactly what he's doing, and she moves herself well away from the pool and any potential splash radius.

Someone wearing A feathered snowy owl mask is suddenly sputtering having just taken a drink, her mask still in place but the woven design of feathers and hair that have been done to match her costume shudders from her coughing as she holds her glass to one side. The only think think that can be heard is. "Oh Gods."

Someone wearing a dark stygian mirrored mask done in the columbina style turns her head and stares for a long moment when the tigress is thrown in the pool. Her expression is briefly shocked, but she shakes it off and clears her throat, leaning in to murmur again to the raven. She finishes her mead as well, finding somewhere to set the glass down as she starts scanning for another. Nevermind that it's not where glasses go, she did at least put it where nobody will step on it.

Someone wearing a white deer mask pauses in her contented consumption of cheese and honey to watch as the host moves to bodily hoist the tigress up, the curiosity in her wide green eyes emphasized by her mask, by the way her hold body perks just a touch as she cants her antlered head to see how this plays out.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 3 higher.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 3 higher.

Someone wearing a fierce tigress half-mask appears to be sputtering past some mead that may have just sorta sprayed out even before the man in the golden filigree half-mask just walks right over and picks her right up. There is definitely a shriek of indignation for it too, when her glass drops to the ground and she tries valiantly to twist so she can grab the arm of her Shadow Cat masked date... before she's too far away and already dunked into the pool. "I'm sure as fuck not going into that water alone!"

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye watches the commotion with hardly a shift in her placid atmosphere, neither smiling, nor gasping, seemingly just observing it almost like she expected it before turning back to her party and speaking to them.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye blinks from her place and looks rather concerned, even as she's still curled beside her face-painted companion. "Gods... I suppose... are you okay?" she calls out to the formerly dry companion of hers.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask just rumbles an easy, amiable, "Where you go..." without even bothering to hide certain words. This is met with a sharp and pointed grin before he is, with plenty of amiable warning, stepping back and over so that he can lift that pregnant Huntswoman in his arms and hoist her up. He cradles her, carefully so, but it seems that the pool is indeed his destination. Rather than throwing her into the pool, unlike the one whom he follows, he is instead traveling to the shallow end to start to walk the pair of them in.

While it seems that one of the hosts is up to no good, the poor servants who have to deal with him everday merely roll their eyes. "The duke is an idiot sometimes." Gets muttered from some of the more amused (and okay, it's a little fond) ones as they start rolling out dinner to that buffet line. Roast ducks, large cuts of beef and all the other trappings of a big fancy dinner. A man that's likely the steward claps his hands and says, "We're still taking the votes, don't forget!"

Reese looks off in the direction of the pool tossing with his expression of somber concern.

Someone wearing a silver flammulated owl mask questions louder in musing, wondering, "What would Archlector Morgan say about throwing someone without their consent, one supposes." Her dark eyes linger on the pool, watching both host and tigress.

Almost as soon as the tigress is picked up, the shadow cat is in motion. "My apologies." He goes over the back of the couch he was sitting on as the tigress reaches for him in a smooth gesture that is much like the cat he's dressed as. And if he just happens to bump into the man wearing the golden filigree mask a little too hard? Surely it's an accident.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings calls, "Is this a swimming party? I definitely did not bring a bathing costume to match my mask."

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask bursts out into laughter as the host marches off and snares the little Tigress and hauls her over towards the pool. "Oh no!" She's laughing, hands held up over her mouth as she watches the event play out. She leans in against the Highwayman, giggling. That is when the trap is sprung and she is adding her own screech of surprise to the Tigress'. "Nooooooooo!" For all her verbal protesting, she holds remarkably still, lest she be dropped. Though as the Highwayman starts walking into the pool, her laughter gets louder still.

A quiet sputter of laughter comes from the snowy deer. Not when the bodies start tumbling into the pool, no, but when the silvery owl asks after the morality of the act. It's enough to let the corners of her wide smile just barely peek past the edges of her mask's muzzle before she distracts herself with mead and sinks back into people-watching.

Someone wearing A feathered snowy owl mask looks up from her sputtering to see the tigress hitting the pool water and she blinks. "Shadow Cat I do believe your Tigress is in trouble." She points very calmly sounding before downing her drink and pouring more for herself. She is far to sober for this conversation.

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask tosses the tigress in and then is promptly checked into the water himself. Strong enough to pick a woman up, not nimble enough to keep his balance at the edge of the pool! He goes tumbling in and comes up for air a few seconds later, sputtering and clearing water from his face and mask which has remained attached! "Ahhhhhahhaa!" There's bright, rumbling laughter from him as he catches his breath again.

Someone wearing a dark stygian mirrored mask done in the columbina style stares a bit more as there is more movement towards the pool, and then she's nodding quickly to the man with the raven mask and his quiet words. There is no more looking for a drink.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" *SPLASH* Even feline dexterity is not enough to save Tigress when Shadow Cat 'bumps' into their filigreed host. "/You!/" she sputters, with soaked silk and leather mask now dripping wet while she points. POINTS. "Did nobody ever tell you that cats don't like water!?" She forcefully splashes some water at him. And again. And then, leaps to try and shove him under. Not to drown him (even if it's tempting). But the act of dumping her in the water requires payback.

Someone wearing a blue and grey raven mask offers his arm once more, and dips his head to the woman in the dark stygian mirrored mask, before slowly continuing their arc around and then out of the festivities, slipping out the way that they'd come in.

Someone wearing a forest shadow cat mask has left the a cozy sofa nook.

Aida leaves, following Someone wearing a dark stygian mirrored mask done in the columbina style.

Someone wearing a dark stygian mirrored mask done in the columbina style leaves, following Someone wearing a blue and grey raven mask.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask has joined the an elegant pool designed from natural resources.

Someone wearing a fierce tigress half-mask has left the a cozy sofa nook.

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask has joined the an elegant pool designed from natural resources.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask has joined the an elegant pool designed from natural resources.

Rogue, a black falcon arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings before departing.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask's laughing along with his companion, even if he's the one that is actually getting wet far before her. It's a sacrifice that is well worth it from the sound of his amusement, however. With a little twirl, he goes deeper and deeper into the water, hopefully not ruining the pretty garments that they wear.

Someone wearing A feathered snowy owl mask stands up and walks near the pool. "You look like a drowned cat.." Then she realizes what she just said to the Tigress and pinches the beak of her mask. "Good going Snowy Owl, good going." Though The owl does take the momen to walk over to the Highwayman and the Huntswoman and waves. "Hi, I thought I would come over and say hi and that I love your masks." She offers with a husky laugh.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings swats amiably at the bird that descends on her, unrolling the message from the tube and scrunching her nose a little as she reads it. Folding it up again, she vanishes it into a bag at her belt, and sighs. "Of course the messengers can always find you, even when you're wearing a mask," she says.

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings says, "Annoying aren't they, messengers when they track you down."

Someone wearing a forest shadow cat mask, of course, stays at the edge of the pool after managing to get revenge for his lady. As said, cats don't like water. He's watching the antics with an amused gleam in his green eyes, but when the snowy owl makes her observation, he just drawls, "Really?" at her while waiting to see if the tigress would like a hand out after her revenge.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask finally stops with the squealing though she eyes the Highwayman with a false glare. "I cannot believe you!" She floats out of his arms, and makes a sound, "Why have I not been swimming *every day*?! I feel so much better!" She opens her eyes as the lady in the snowy owl mask arrives and she beams a smile up at her. "Ooooh, I love yours too! The feathers are so beautiful! Hello!"

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask is pushed under briefly before he manages to fight off the tigress, splashing her back. "I heard this rumor that tigers /like/ water." He grins and starts to drag himself out of the pool and into the side again. "I had to open it for the season somehow." Soaking wet and and dripping, it's all too clear by the broad smile on his face that he enjoyed that. "I need to find my wife." He bows to the shadow cat before moving away, before he can be thrown /back/ in again.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye speaks up from the sofa, painted masks not really getting along with water she doesn't dare stray any further. "Well, if you're still interested in a matching set of masks for later, do let me know!" she pipes up with a grin towards the Tigress, watching the antics with obvious amusement.

Someone wearing A Red Fox Mask arrives late to the gathering, creeping fox-like through the crowd, possibly looking for some sheep.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask stands with one arm crossing over her body, sipping mead she holds in her other hand. Grey eyes peer out from the sapphire blue mask she wears. her gaze lingers on the pool and its inhabitants, something overheard causing her to give a bit of a laugh. Despite her seeming lack of being social, she appears to be enjoying herself nonetheless.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask grins all the more. "I cannot believe you did not see that coming!" he counters to the Huntswoman, shaking his head toward her. His attention shifts appropriately toward the owl thereafter, arms releasing the Huntswoman as he finds his own freedom to swim around, dragged down only by his leathers. "Lovely attire indeed," he compliments the owl. "Have you been enjoying yourself thus far?"

Someone wearing A feathered snowy owl mask grins at the Huntswoman and nods giving a decent sounding owl noise. Before she moves back to sit down at the sofa and watches the love birds.

"That's because I /am/ a drowned cat right now." Tigress points pout, wiping water away from her face now and wringing out some of her hair. "Your masks are perfect." she notes, with as much dignity as a bedraggled cat can muster, for Highwayman and Huntswoman. And it's both insinct as well as... wanting to be dry and /comforted/ (you big golden filigreed jerk! .. j/k) which has her reaching for shadow cat's hand now that she has had her revenge. Cimbing out of the pool is done as quickly as possible thank you. "Excellent party. But I will repay you for the dunking." she warns the host, giving the lovebirdds a quick smile of acknowledgement too. But, "I would like to go be dry now. Please."

Someone wearing a golden feminine filigree half-mask's only moved out of splash range, and has once again started to watch the movement of those around the garden in the costumes. When she spots her husband heading her direction she lifts a hand towards him, indicating that she sees him looking for her.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye gives a little sad nod of acknowledgement towards the tigress. "It was a pleasure speaking with you. I hope we see each other again soon, wherever that may be," she offers a smile, relaxing back in the seat, snugged up tight with her lovebird companion.

Lark has left the several extra lounge chairs clustered around a fire pit.

Someone wearing a forest shadow cat mask gives the lovebirds a quick half-bow. "We'll have to consider it again another time." He tucks the tigress' hand into the crook of his arm, not minding that it's going to get the sleeve of his shirt wet, before he calls, "Thank you for the party!" in the direction of the duke and duchess with a laugh. Then he's on his way out with his dripping companion.

Someone wearing a fierce tigress half-mask leaves, following Someone wearing a forest shadow cat mask.

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye nods towards snowy owl. "It's no trouble, you had to check on them, I just wasn't about to wash my face off just yet," she laughs and looks back to Isabetta. "It'll come off, I added some extra things to the paint to keep them from drying too fast. As long as we don't fall asleep in it, we'll be fine."

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask sighs happily and swims back to her Hunstman. "I fear that your heart has gotten waterlogged." She laughs and leans up to kiss him on the cheek before she bobs, weightless. She moves to the edge of the pool and begins climbing out though the return of the weight of her body makes her progress slow. "So many lovely costumes!"

Reese turns her attention to Margot, listening to her words and giving her a nod. "I should remember Lethe when I do missions. I mean, it would be up to her of course, but we can always use more healers." She then looks pensive for a moment. Reese seems to have much on her mind. She turns the pail covered man a moment later. "No, she liked it just fine, I can tell. Princess Lark is just very busy. We have been having a lot going on in our family right now. It can be overwhelming at times. Her work load is huge." She then reaches out for Margon's hand. Her own hand is covered in steelsilk.

Reese is bad at private conversations and she speaks a bit too loudly.

He /could/ be a terrible husband and hug his wife while he's wearing soaking wet clothes, but instead opts to just take her hand instead. One of the servants offers him up a small scrap of paper, which he reads quickly before showing it to her and then tucking it into a damp pocket. Flashing her a broad smile he clears his throat and then loudly whistles to catch the attention of the crowd. "Attention! We have the votes in for the winners of our masquerade. First place will be going to the /blue/ lovebird," He squints here at the woman with the mask /painted/ onto her face. "And the woman wearing the lovely filigree moth mask." There's a wave to her. "The prizes this time are a little different. In previous parties we gave out pre-made items, masks, actually. This time around we're handing out silver. The reason for this is, House Laurent would like to see you take that money and invest it in the crafters of this city. In Arx, we have some of the finest crafters concentrated than anywhere else in the Compact. They're brilliant and they put together much of what we see here tonight. So please, pay it forward. The winners can contact me or Duchess Nicia and we'll figure out the details."

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings grins and laughs softly as she continues her conversation with the person in the moth mask.

Someone wearing a golden feminine filigree half-mask gives his hand a squeeze, leaning over to peer down at the scrap of paper in his hand, then she lifts her empty hand to wave towards the room when her name is mentioned. "On behalf of House Laurent, we both wish to thank each and every one of you for coming out tonight, it is heartwarming to see how many of you have come out."

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask responds with an easy, "Somehow I shall survive," though his own egress is far slower than that of the woman, likely due to the momentary pause to cough once more, this time into the handkerchief that due to the golden masked man's antics (totally his fault) is entirely soaked. Nonetheless it's discreetly done and he is swiftly moving back out, absolutely dripping. "We should retire soon so that you do not become chilled," he informs the Huntress. So sayeth he with the, evidently, summer cold. Ah, and with the announcement of the winners, he applauds grandly. Water drops fly.

Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask claps to their host's anouncement, and then takes up Reese's hand, again, "Oh these are lovely gloves Your Highness, you shall have to tell me who your tailor is."

Someone wearing a painted mask of a violet lovebird over the right eye giggles and pats at her companion. "Well, what do you know?" she grins. "I told you they might stand out," she smiles. "Really yours does look better, it was hard to paint my own on in the mirror," she smiles a bit and looks to her companion.

Reese turns her attention to the host as the winners are announced. She has a gentle smile in response, looking from the mouth to the lovebird. "Congrats and well earned." She murmurs. She looks over the woman of fire and ice, giving her a gentle smile at her words.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings looks startled and sits up straighter. "Oh!" she exclaims. "Goodness." She rises in a flare of silk velvet and grins, crookedly. "I didn't expect that. What a delight! Thank you!"

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings claps for the winners of the contest. "Lovely masks, both of them."

Someone wearing a painted mask of a blue lovebird over the left eye speaks up after observing Moth mask and says, "Oh yes, thank you, I have to really credit my companion whom is responsible for both of our, lets just say masks." She indicates the violet love bird face painted woman and then adds, "So we will share the prize between the two of us and support the crafters..." She seems to run out of words and just falls silent in the middle of talking.

Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask has left the several extra lounge chairs clustered around a fire pit.

Reese has left the several extra lounge chairs clustered around a fire pit.

Reese leaves, following Someone wearing a fire and ice ceramic mask.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask holds her mead with her thumb and forefinger and gives a bit of an awkward clap, though, an applause all the same. "Congratulations to the winners."

With the prizes announced, Cristoph finally peels the damp mask away from his face and lets some water drip onto the floor. "The dessert is rolling out, chocolate dipping pots and a variety of fruits and snacks. Please, help yourselves. Stay all night or take a bottle of mead and stumble home. Just, you know, don't fall asleep in my bushes." He smiles before tugging on Nicia's hand some. "Lets go sit." Somewhere, anywhere. But apparently not out here in the middle of all the bodies.

Someone wearing a white deer mask gets to her feet as the party begins to thin. Having done nothing but graze, she yet seems happy, an ease in her posture, a lightness in her steps. She says nothing, simply drifts back out, off to wherever solitary stags go.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings laughs. "I might have to think about stumbling home," she says lightly, glancing at the bottles of mead. "But it really has been a lovely evening."

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask is already shivering a little, though she claps happily when the winners are announced. "Ooooh, excellent, the lovebirds were beautiful. And I liked the moth!" When she is finally out of the pool, she nods, "Yes. I think it wise that we head home. I enjoyed this party so much. Even if I am soaked." She waps the Highwayman lightly on the chest.

Someone wearing an upended water pail with two eye holes gouged out has left the several extra lounge chairs clustered around a fire pit.

Nicia pulls her own mask off, shaking her hair out of where it's gotten cooped up before she moves to press a kiss against Cristoph's cheek, "Alright..." She tucks her mask beneath her arm, then moves to curl her arm around her husband's arm, prepared to follow him where ever he feels the need to go, "You may want to dry off eventually, too."

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings rises when the filigree moth does and says. "Time I was going too. It was a delightful party, foods delicious, company fun.

Someone wearing a delicate moth mask with trailing silver filigree and fanning silken wings has left the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Someone wearing a silken mask of shimmering butterfly wings has left the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask is, as soon as he has permission from the Huntress that they are indeed to away, moving to snare her in his arms and lift her in his embrace. He can carry her to the water and thus, of course, he can evidently carry her home. Exit the Highwayman and Huntswoman.

Someone wearing a sunrise masquerade mask walks over to the Huntswoman on her way out, giving the woman's cheek a kiss before skipping away.

Someone wearing Bejeweled Highwayman's Mask is overheard praising Cristoph for: What a grand masquerade!

Someone wearing A feathered snowy owl mask is overheard praising Cristoph for: Good Job getting the Tigress into the water!

Someone wearing Bejeweled Huntswoman's Mask is overheard praising Cristoph for: An outstanding masquerade and a fabulous pool!

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask is overheard praising Alis for: For letting me dunk her in the pool!

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask is overheard praising Fiachra for: For not killing me!

Someone wearing a golden masculine filigree half-mask is overheard praising Nicia for: For still being married to me!