Attention gets directed his way. Since, he sort of started this whole thing. Michael looks up from where he is currently double-fisting a multitude of drinks. Having taken up being the server for some reason and doing it poorly. Since there are platters to put drinks on where you don't spill them all over your hands. "Uh. Welcome. Eat. Drink. Dance. You know. Enjoy yourselves."

Merek has on his blue-black floral vest upon his shirt, while his loose pants have a roguish tilt to them with the belt, as he makes to find a place to sttle in and relax while he finds a whiskey to drink from while he's there.

Helle wanders in wearing a gown that might once have been considered white but now has so many stains and rips that it's a distinct off-white, still at odds with the sable tumble of snarls that cascade down Helle's slender back. The willowy stormcloud arrives carrying a piece of driftwood like a babe in arms, staring around with wide, pessimist's eyes, dark as coal.

Peri takes a curious twig from her hair.

2 Whitehawk Guards leaves, following Evonleigh.

Someone told Peri the Sword of Bisland was meeting at the Hart. Peri needs practice. A lot. She'll never get better without it. She shows up in her black leathers, ready to spar! Everyone seems dressed for a party? What? "Hello?" She scratches her hair. "I was told there would be sparring?"

3 Thrax Guards arrives, following Jasher.

Peri has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

The sound of a rousing cheer meets Michael's call to celebrate which in turn rouses the little vixen from her rest. Eyebrows lifted, she looks down upon the main hall below and blinks and then smiles brightly.

Valencia claimes this

The Duke of Whitehold steps into the Hart, his stern gaze taking the place in for a moment. Vercyn looks slightly taken aback at the apparent party he has stepped into. He runs his fingers through his hair and shrugs his shoulders before marching into the room. Fortunately, his armor was usually in style. Least for him.

Gunner, the Leary Military Adjutant, Emilie, a slender lady's assistant arrive, following Iliana.

Michael is currently fumbling drinks around still, and manages to halt right as Vercyn and Peri walk in. Both receive a glass of bubbly something something, and Peri gets a quick glance. "No. Its a dance. You're going to dance with me aren't you? Its sort of like sparring." Its not.

Floofus, the fluffiest Graypeak Mountain Puppy arrives, following Ajax.

Cuddles, a jumpy and cuddly puppy arrives, following Ysabel.

Ysabel arrives, following Kanean.

Peri has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Helle has joined the shadowy alcove.

Peri has joined the dance floor.

Michael has joined the dance floor.

1 Grayson House Guards arrives, following Liara.

Despite her general comfort on the road and in the company of troops, there's something about the Hart that Iliana just likes. She enters trying to do back her hair into its braids on the go, very dignified, and takes a look around. She gravitates towards the dance floor, watching the dancers with a pleased expression and approaching the bar to fetch a drink as well.

Saro pokes her head in through the doorway and stares around the room, mumbling to herself, "You can hear this thing going on all the way down the street.." She doesn't look as if she's entirely certain about what all this is, but she evidently decides to give it the benefit of the doubt as she steps all the way through the door.

Ysabel enters quietly walking next to Kanean. Seems she whispers something to him as they enter the Hart

Peri looks beseechingly to her guard Eina who takes the bubbly drink and satchel off Peri's hands. Peri decides the ferret should probably not be sleeping in her hair while she spars and hands off Soot to Eina as well. She nods thankfully to her faithful companion. "Lord Michael!" She announces from the dance floor. "En garde!"

Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp, 2 Rubino and Zaffria guards, Domonico arrive, following Miranda.

With his general slow trudge, Ajax enters the hart proper his hood is down as his small puppy walks alongside the man, brown eyes regarding the area with an idle gaze.

Venturing down the grand staircase, Valencia cannot for the life of her contain her smile. The room is joyous and festive and full of warmth and infectous mirth. She shakes her head at Michael and smiles. "My lord, you are a treasure. Please, my Hart is so very much yours and your wonderful guests. If you should need anything, ask and if it is in my powere, my staff and I shall offer it."

Jasher enters some time later with his retinue, his steps pausing quite abruptly at the sight of the Golden Hart's dining area combombulated into an impromptu dance floor. He blinks once, slowly, before silently moving to head in and around the dancing area, looking for a quiet venue--for what passes as "quiet" at this time.

Vercyn nods to Michael, watching him and Peri split off towards the Dance Floor. The Duke makes his way over towards the bar, leaning against it where the barmaid has already prepared a mug and a bottle of whiskey for him. He lifts the mug to her and looks around as he takes a drink. Spying Valencia, he smiles to the Vixen and beckons her over.

Vercyn has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Someone told Liara there was a party, presumably. Notwithstanding that she's just shown up from eating dinner at the Grayson mansion, she's had the time to get into a seemingly freshly laundered outfit, even so. Bold yellow seasilk, with glimpses of aeterna, all tightly-fitted, the blush pink dawnstones on her hairpins flashing a sunny gold as the light catches them just so. She brightens with a smile on seeing things already well in progress, and gravitates fairly promptly towards the area cleared for dancing.

Kanean puts Cuddles inside his doghouse-bag. He takes a seat by the bar walking with Ysabel by his side.

Kanean has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Ysabel has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Oh. Right. Dressing for a ball. Michael is in his walking about the city of Arx uniform of diamondplate mixed with leathers. Not a fanciful look at all. Either way he'll smile towards the descending Valencia and blow her a kiss. "I figured dancing might draw you down." Then he steps out onto the dancefloor and grabs the bedazzled in armor Peri's hands to spin in place with her once. "Wait. Do you even know how to dance?" This is an important question.

Domonico turns up along with a slew of other people, arm in arm with his cousin Miranda. Whereas she looks stunning in her outfit, Domonico is attired in his armour as always, "Quite an event already..." he murmers.

Ysabel has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

"It is, yes," Miranda offers. Her voice is soft and warm, a natural tone about it, and it holds a light rasp. She gladly has her arm about Domonico's, looking about, perhaps for those she might know. She turns her head towards Domonico, "Do you want to go about and greet people? I see a few I know.." She murmurs to him, smiling up at him with amusement.

Ysabel settles in quietly next to Kanean and order a cider. She sips it quietly as if taking in the event before joining it.

Vercyn has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Senna, a whip of a man have been dismissed.

Argos, a large Graypeak Mountain Dog have been dismissed.

Blue Steele, a Blue Roan Graypeak Vanner Stallion have been dismissed.

Saro glances thoughtfully around at the crowd thronged around the room, then at the people taking their places on the dance floor. Seeming to judge the latter the more interesting to watch, she flops gracelessly onto the sofa with the best view of the dancers, somehow managing not to spill her mug of coffee in the process.

Iliana fetches her drink and turns to circulate through the room, casting a bright smile at Valencia as the hostess comes down the stairs. Her travels take her back enarer the doors as she scouts out a place to sit with a good view of the dance, which looks like it might get interesting very quickly. She smiles at Saro as she goes by and slows to examine the woman's ornamentation. "Excuse me," she says. "I like your hairpins."

Saro has joined the plush, comfy sofas.

The room swirls with dancers and cheers to lifted glasses. "You know me far too well, my Lord," she offers back to Michael and returns the gesture with a flush of cheek. A bright smile is offered to one and all as she passes. Merek recieving a bright smile as does Iliana and Peri. A look of surprise and delight is given to Jasher as he arrives and Kanean and Ysable are welcomed in kind. Liara is offered a gently embrace of welcome and Ajax a warm and gentle smile that dancing in her eyes. As Vercyn catches her eye she nods and joins him at the bar. "My Duke. Thank you," she offers with a bright smile. "What a beautiful night for a party."

"I've heard it's just like sparring," Peri retorts. She stands resplendnt black leathers with ocean blue lacings. Her strong hands with a sailer's callouses are decked out in rich black fingerless leather. She grabs Michael and then sees about not-chucking him to the floor. Since this is not sparring.

Helle has left the shadowy alcove.

Iliana has joined the plush, comfy sofas.

Domonico smiles and nods to Miranda, "Of course. Let's go and mingle. I'm sure there's some I don't know here." He spies Jasher and nods once.

Valencia has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Kanean quietly watches the event, enjoying the sight, while he sips his beer. He returns Valencia's smile with a nod and bright smile.

"A lovely evening, of course. Made all the better by seeing you, My Princess." Vercyn smiles to Valencia, bowing over her hand and pressing a kiss to the top of it as he murmurs softly.

Ysabel eyes Domonico and attempts to hide in Kanean's cloak

"My--" she starts with a blink at Iliana, then reaches up to prod vaguely at the hairpins in question, which immediately causes one of them to lose its precarious hold on her hair and tumble out. She sighs slightly and retrieves it off the floor. "Thank you," she says. "I suppose what they lack in utility they make up for in style?" After giving the pin a look of consternation she jabs it back into her bun, where it stays put -- for now -- in a spiky projection from her head.

Vercyn mutters, "I have missed you my last few visits to the Hart"

Brightening with a smile, Liara greets Valencia by reciprocating the embrace briefly, and offers an easy, "Lovely evening for it, your highness." With Domonico and Miranda entering just shortly after the Grayson, she offers a flutter of her fingers by way of greeting to both, then turns to look about the crowd for a moment.

Jasher has joined the shadowy alcove.

Iliana keeps pace with Saro and settles on the sofa with her to continue the idle conversation while the dancers decide whether or not they're going to fight out there.

Jasher heads for the shaded alcove near the stairs. Settling into the table, he looks up to see Domonico and Miranda enter, and the former's nod. He nods back.

Miranda smiles warmly to Domonico, her tone teasing as she looks about, "Well it's the Hart and we should say hello to Princess Valencia, at least. Then.. who else is hosting?" she wonders. She nods towards Valencia, in case Dom is unfamiliar with her. "Oh look, we'll follow Princess Liara!" Liara is giving a light finger wave, "Princess Liara.. I seriously need to get with you some day. We have to make time. Or I do." She chuckles, "Have you met my handsome cousin here? Voice and Commodore Domonico Malvici?"

"Princess-" Ajax pauses tacking on an additional "Es" at the arrival of Liara giving an easy going smile as he trudges his way over towards the bar properly the puppy trailing behind him as he rubs his chin, "I was curious as to what was going on."

"Its...Almost sort of like sparring. THATS MY FOOT PERI." Michael stomps back at Peri, but she manages to dodge it. A hand leaves hers and grabs her up by the hip to get her to pivot. "Just step when I step. Ow." Michael is being hurt more in this dance than he ever really does when he is sparring. How ironic.

Domonico follows Miranda, stiff backed and looking like the perfect military escort currently.

Kanean chuckles as Ysabel whispering something to him. "Lets

Kanean chuckles as Ysabel whispering something to him. "Let's see."

Domonico mutters, "She's playing ... game of tag ... ... apparently.""

"Well, you have me this very instant, my lady," Liara notes to Miranda. "Unless I happen across someone to dance with, in which case, you may have to wrest them away from me." And following the introduction of Domonico, the Grayson offers a flash of a smile. "We have indeed met on a number of occasions. Good to see you, my lord."

Ysabel is still trying to avoid catching Lord Domonico's gaze as she sit quietly at the bar sipping her drink

"Because then it does nothing but make a mockery of my head by poking out at odd angles and getting in the way of my work," Saro says to Iliana in vague yet resigned annoyance. "Some extremely clever person just needs to invent the kind of hairpins that actually stay in my hair. I'd give them a damned medal for it."

Little vixens have wonderful ears and Valencia smiles brightly to Domonico. "Welcome, my lady. My lord. To be true, this wonderful night is all due to the very charming Lord Michael. My Hart is a humble recipient of such beautiful joys. But please, be welcome. All drinks are on the house," she nods warmly, turning to smile to Ajax. "My dearest Captain, you are here! And you brought your sweetest new friend," she smiles, barely able to contian her delight in the pup. Somehow she manages it for now. "Yes, apparently we are having a wondeful party. Please, join us in a drink, yes?" she invites, smiling to Vercyn once more.

Stepping into the room, Samuele stands like a mountain in front of the doorway, blinking as he's instantly overwhelmed by the crowds. Still he makes his way about the space and seems to be looking for someone in particular.

Kanean hearing something about a game of tag from Domonico, widens his eyes and sighs.

Vercyn has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Chuckling, Iliana raises her drink to sip. "Arx has some incredibly clever artisans," she says. "Maybe one of them can fashion that elusive hairpin for you. I have a cousin who's quite an inventor ..." she shrugs and adds, "But I"m being rude. I haven't even asked your name yet," and she nods and offers a hand, "Iliana Leary."

Ysabel has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Miranda laughs suddenly and lightly at something Domonico whispers to her. She grins up at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Promises, promises!" She looks then to Valencia, "Your Highness." A cutsie is offered, managed gracefully with Dom on her arm. Ahem. Then she looks to Liara, another brief curtsy and she smiles, "I'm talking about your extremely -marvelous- skills of being the life of a party." She smiles and puts her free hand's fingers to her chest over her heart, "I am utterly useless at such unless I know people, such as yourself. Or come with someone who knows people." A glance to Domonico, "He probably knows everyone here."

Peri follows the Bisland's eyes, and she is not fooled by his feint towards her left. She successfully dodges his pivot then attempts a flanking maneuver.

Saro takes Iliana's hand and shakes it with a firm grip as she says politely to her, "A pleasure to meet you, Iliana. I'm Saro Uliveto. I've only just come to Arx, so everything and everybody is new to me here." Quirking an eyebrow at the other woman, she asks, "Who's your inventor cousin?"

Domonico smiles to Liara, "A pleasure Your Highness. It's been too long since last time. I trust you are well?" He notes the deadly battle on the dance floor with a slight smile. At Miranda's comment he hmms, "No... I don't know a few here... like who is fighting with Lord Michael on the dancefloor."

1 Redoubt Buccaneers, Damien Pierce - A Charming Assistant, 1 Redreef Warden, 1 Thrax Guards arrive, following Mikani.

Blue Steele, a Blue Roan Graypeak Vanner Stallion have been dismissed.

Senna, a whip of a man have been dismissed.

Miranda leans to Domonico, "Oh, that is the lady Peri Seliki.. we met once before. She drew a boat." She shrugs, "So I assume she has one." She watches Michael and Peri dance, grinning a bit, "We can do better than that, can't we?"

sweeping his gaze over the crowds in a swift pass again, it's not until the third look, when Samuele spots the little princess and he starts to use his impressive size to make his way through the knotted groups until his boots touch down nearby, and he greets to Valencia, "Highness, it seems that your heart is full once more with the sounds of laughter and merriment."

"I most certainly am, my lord. Why, that is Lady Peri Seliki, Count Orrin's daughter," Liara informs Domonico after a peek over her shoulder to consider the two engaged in some form of dancing. Then she flashes Miranda a grin. "I was just about to suggest that you dance, my lady, and I would happily take you to do so, though I am sure Lord Domonico is amply able."

Kanean waves his hand as Ajax alks to the bar.

Kanean waves his hand as Ajax walks to the bar.

Jasher ventures no word or deed. He seems content to sit and watch, taking in the atmosphere of music, cheer, and good conversation.

Michael is a masterful warrior, unlike Peri. But he isn't trying to cause harm again. Not yet. Pant. Pant. Weave. Why are they dancing in armor? This is tiring. "Princess Valencia!" Michael calls out as they near the edge of the 'dance floor' and step off. "Ohhh, Princess Valencia." And others. Miranda and such around. "Princess Valencia, this is Lady Peri Seliki. A....stalwart champion of her house." Michael glances around the people nearly CROWDING Valencia. "I'm Lord Michael Bisland...the steadfast...Sword of Pridehall. And other things. Too many things. Hello."

Domonico smiles and looks to Miranda and says, "You have a choice of a Princess or me as a dance partner."

Michael says, "Or me! I'm taller!"

Mikani enters the bar. The group of people made her pause for a moment bfore she enters in more. Seeing Peri she makes a bee line to the woman. "Lady Peri!" She grins then she sees Miranda and Domonico. "Lady Miranda and Lord Domonico, good to see you all again."

Iliana breaks off her conversation to call across the hall, "Oh, no! The fun was just getting gstarted! I was going to take bets on whether you two were dancing or fighting out there!" to Michael and Peri, a good-natured disappointment in her tone.

Vercyn a small smile crosses his face as he watches the various people crowd the young princess. He lifts his mug, taking a drink from it as he murmurs to those at the bar.

Miranda laughs at Liara's offer and then at Domonico's comment. "I do!" She looks between and then mmms, "Who should it.. " She laughs at Michael's offer. "My Lord, I'm honored." She glances to Mikani, "Lady Mikani, lovely to see you." She shivers and looks up at Domonico, then kisses his cheek. "We will dance. I'm going to take Lord Michael up on his offer." She looks to Liara, "And come get you for another later, your Highness!" She tiptoes up to kiss Dom's cheek, then steps away and looks to Michael, "Are you up for another?"

At Jasher's arrival Ajax's head tilts his eyes meeting the man as his head dips, "Prince." he offers, as he leans his large form against the bar his lips pursing as he looks at the lively nature around them all.

"I would not sell yourself short if I were you, my lord," Liara offers easily to Domonico, then she laughs brightly at Michael's exclamation. Then she flashes Miranda a grin. "That got you introduced to people, I'd hazard. Happy dancing, Lady Miranda."

"Oh. Yes please. BYE PERI." Michael turns and almost shouts that last bit at Peri. Michael has a way with women, and that way is hooking an arm bodily about their waist and dragging them bodily towards the dancefloor. "I missed your name, my lady. No. Wait. Lady Miranda. I definitely remember you now." Then they are shuffled away through the small mixed crowd of commoners and silks dancing their hearts out.

Domonico chuckles to Miranda, "Have fun dancing." He stands tall as she leaves him to dance beforw he comments to Liara, "I don't sell myself short... but we are not in a naval battle at sea currently so this is hardly my forte."

A very enthusiastic lady wearing armor for sparring--Peri heard about the sparring tonight sponsored by teh Sword of Pridhall--is waving at Lady Mikani. "Lady Mika! Come dance!" She shouts.

Peri shouts from nearby, "Come dance!"

A bright smile blossomes as Samuele arrives. "Lord Samuele! What a delight. Welcome, sir. Please join us. Have you met Duke Vercyn, and this is Lord Michael and the lovely Lady Peri, and this is Baroness Ysabel and Missere Kanean. And that is the lovely Princess Liara and Prince Jasher. Oh, and Captain Ajax and Lord Domonico and Lady Miranda and some other lovely people who I promise I will introduce when then come closer," she smiles up at the large knight.

Mikani looks at Peri. "Are you to be my dance partner?" Smiles at Peri. She looks around at the others attending. Briefly pausing on each one before looking back at the other woman.

"There is a series of splendid pools out in the garden," Liara comments to Domonico. "If you were to stand at one side of one and throw things at somebody on the other, would it be an appropriately close analogue?" she wonders, then follows that with a wink.

Mikani has joined the dance floor.

Miranda has joined the dance floor.

Valencia introduces her to a Duke Vercyn as Michael is pulling her to the dance floor! Miranda manages a wave in his direction (Vercyn's) and calls out, midst laughter, "Well met!" Not really, but it's nice to try! She then joins the throng of dancers with Michael, following his lead. "Yes, Lady Miranda," she confirms to Michael as well.

Samuele bows to all those introduced, nodding a little more to Vercyn as the man's reputation proceeds him it would seem, then he scans the faces, mentioning to Valencia, "Lady Miranda is my cousin, and Lord Domonico is the cousin of my cousin. So we are related. But I do not know many of the bislands, save for Dariel, who is a rather polite sort." He flags a hand but it is only after a bow of greeting to the vixin of a princess. "I will not take up much of your time however."

Elsa enters the Hart gowned in umbra and seailk with gold and emeralds adorning her neck and ears. Her hair has been arranged into an artful updo as she sweeps into the room, those green-gilt eyes seeking out someone and smiling warmly when she finds him. Moving towards their hostess, she dips into a precise and picture perfect curtsy for the Princess, murmuring, "Your Highness, its a pleasure to see you. This is a lovely ball you have going." Her gaze shifts to Vercyn, warming further as she murmurs, "My lord. I know you'll be simply swamped with requests, but I do hope you'll save the final dance of the evening for me." Then she's smiling towards the others near the Princess, offering murmures greetings as she gets her bearings in the crowd.

"Nonesense, my Lord Samuele. You are so very welcome here and I'm glad to see you," Valencia smiles up at the large knight. "But please, would you care for a drink?" she smiles, turinging to steal a look at the dancing before smiling to Duke Vercyn. "It's been some time, yes?" she laughs softly.

Domonico chuckles once at Liara's joke, "Perhaps. I'd have to restrain my aggressive nature for it though."

Peri greets Mikani with a graceful sweeping bow. "My Lady Mikani," she announces. "Shall we dance?" Answering her own question with a nod, she takes up one of Mikani's hands in her own fingerless gloved hand and sets the other to the lady's waist. but maybe her back. or shoulder. She can't remember her sparring instrunctions..

Vercyn bows slightly as Valencia introduces him, a small chuckle on his face. Then his eyes turn towards Elsa as she walks in, taking her hand and bowing low over it. "My Lady, you are a vision as always. I would not say I am swamped with requests but of course, the final dance is yours." He straightens, smiling to Elsa before he looks to Valencia. "It has been some time, yes. When you are free playing hostess, I will claim you for that dance, My Princess."

Ysabel is still quietly observing thing next to Kanean and the Duke.

"Ah, I only had wished to make an appearance, and make my greetings, but I fear... that it grows late and..." He looks out over the dance floor. "I am not made for dancing, and it is why I have no companion for the activity." He flashes a smile, then he bids, "Please be well," then he is off for the door.

Mikani smiles at Peri and with a nod gets into dancing position. "This is so like when I had to help Baroness Ember learn how to dance. Though then I was the boy." She grins at Peri and waits for the other woman to take the lead.

"It gives me half an idea for a party game," Liara comments to Domonico. Then she turns to once again contemplate the dance floor, then those about, then she remarks aside to Domonico, "This is certainly an unexpected delight."

Ysabel sky blue eyes watch the couples dancing with curious excitement.

Ajax has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Domonico nods, "Indeed it is Your Highness. Done well... events like this help bring the Compact together." He bows to Liara, "I may go and mingle if I have your leave?"

"I am yours at your will, my dearest Duke Verycn," Valencia smiles playfully. "Though I have not danced in so long I fear for your feet. It is not often I am able to do so. Would you care to re-introduce me to the dancefloor, sir?" she teases sweetly. "I shall be as gentle as possible."

Lingering by the bar properly, Ajax just remains his large form nursing a glass of whiskey, he looks over towards the Vixen with a wry smile, "You always know how to attract a good crowd." he pushes himself off the bars counter, trudging his way over towards the sofa's where Saro and Iliana are seated dipping his head to the pair, "Settling in alright?" he asks with an easy going smile.

"But of course." Liara offers Domonico an easy smile, then turns to meander on through the gathering herself, though she mostly watches the ongoing dancing.

Iliana glances up at Ajax. "I couldn't give higher praise," Iliana says. "I do love being here. Join us, Master ..." she tilts her head for his name, waving Ajax to a seat if he cares to sit.

Kanean has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Cuddles, a jumpy and cuddly puppy have been dismissed.

"To be true, my dear Captain Ajax, I think this glorious crowd is due to the charms and good spirits of one Lord Michael of Bisland," she smiles to the mercenary. "I was a happy beneficiary of such a good will and delight, I promise," she nods warmly lifting her glass to the party's host as he dances.

Kanean has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Domonico spots Ajax and wanders over to where he is with Saro and Iliana, "Care for another? Just to balance it out... and to make sure Captain Ajax behaves?" He nearly smiles at that.

Elsa inclines her head towards Vercyn and smiles warmly, "Then by all means, my lord... do enjoy your dance." She leans in, pressing a kiss to his cheek before stepping back to watch him head towards the dance floor before picking up a glass of something sweet and dry to mingle around the room.

Saro offers Ajax and also Dominico a vague yet cordial wave of one hand, as she goes rambling on to Iliana about something called a crwth.

Half turning briefly from her conversation, Iliana gestures both men to sit. "Saro was telling me about her trade," she says. "You're both more than welcome. Behaving well is optional."

Vercyn lifts Elsa's hand, smiling at her as he presses a kiss to her knuckles. "I will be back for you, My Lady." He smiles, watching her move to mingle before turning towards Valencia with a smile. "Fortunately, I have a much higher opinion of your grace Princess." He offers her his arm. "Shall we?"

Domonico has joined the plush, comfy sofas.

Valencia smiles and nods, "I will return him unscathed," she smiles to Elsa as she gently takes the Duke's arm and allows herself to be lead to the dance floor with a light and easy gait. "I am in your hands, sir," she teases playfully.

With a rumble, "Ajax, a simple sellsword." As Domonico approaches he gives the man a warm smile, "Commodore!" he offers with a smile, "Good to see you!" his head bobbing, "I always behave, my friend."

Ajax has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Ajax has joined the plush, comfy sofas.

Vercyn has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Vercyn has joined the dance floor.

Miranda is following Michael's lead about the dance floor, weaving gracefully through the other couples enjoying the dancing too.

Valencia has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Valencia has joined the dance floor.

Dancing is occuring, yes. Michael and Miranda sashaying and what not about the floor. Peri manages to dodge a subtle foot in the way of her walking. Mostly because Michael couldn't stay there long enough.

Jasher remains seated near the stairs by himself, his eyes directed towards the dance floor, though judging by the distance in his gaze, his mind is clearly elsewhere. At some point, he probably ordered a drink; it rests on the table with him, imbibed at least once but otherwise mostly untouched.

Peri saw someone else do this on the dance floor, so she tip Mikani over and pulls her back up and bows. "It was lovely dancying with you"

Peri has left the dance floor.

Mikani laughs and nods to Peri, "Wonderful dancing with you." She grins as Damien comes up to her and gives her a missive. She sighs softly, apperently no rest for a Voice. She slips out of the Hart and to her next meeting.

Mikani has left the dance floor.

1 Redoubt Buccaneers, Damien Pierce - A Charming Assistant, 1 Redreef Warden, 1 Thrax Guards leave, following Mikani.

Vercyn leads Valencia out onto the floor, taking her hand in his while the other rests lightly on her lower back. He smiles down at the princess, moving into an easier set of dancing since she had mentioned it had been a while.

The little vixen smiles up at Vercyn and easily falls into his arms and lead, gracefully matching his steps as they softly speak. Together they begin to move lighlty across the dance floor.

Kanean has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Cuddles, a jumpy and cuddly puppy have been dismissed.

Peri has joined the shadowy alcove.

Kanean's face turns pink as Ysabel whispers something to him.

Elsa makes her way around the edge of the room until she finds herself near a Thraxian Prince, dipping her head into a respectful nod and murmuring, "Your Highness. Its a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." She smiles faintly towards him and extends an empty hand, "Lady Elsa Shepherd. How are you faring this evening?"

Michael and Miranda murmur at each other at the edge of the dance floor. "I would truly be delighted. The Hart itself has an arena, I'll invite you there sometime soon to smack me in the face with something heavy."

Cuddles, a jumpy and cuddly puppy have been dismissed.

Miranda laughs at Michael's invitation. "That would be lovely." She says as she steps away from him, "I enjoyed the dance immensely." She bows her head to him, "Thank you." She then makes her way towards the sofa, heading towards Domonico.

Peri has left the shadowy alcove.

1 Grayson House Guards have been dismissed.

Jasher looks up from his silent contemplation as Peri, then Elsa, arrive at his table. The former gets a once-over that may or may not be permission before his eyes move towards the latter and her greeting. "Prince Jasher Thrax," he replies, his tone polite. "I am well enough. As of yourself?"

Peri has joined the shadowy alcove.

Miranda makes her way over to the sofa and interrupts Domonico's conversation with, "Excuse me, Cousin, but as my escort, I do believe it should be your pleasure and duty to have at least -one- dance with me before abandoning me to my own nefarious devices." She grins at him, then winks at the others at the couch with him.

"I am doing well, enjoying the evening," Elsa responds with a polite smile, tipping her glass back for a sip. She glances around the room once more before returning her gaze to his, "This is entirely forward, and I hope you'll forgive it but.. would you join me for a brief dance? It would seem most of the other eligible patrons are otherwise occupied."

Michael is on the lookout for a new dance partner. Eyes flashing across the establishment and stepping through people to go looking. His eyes settle upon Jasher and a smirk is on his face as he starts to head that way. Until his table is joined and he is saved. Drat. Michael is on the lookout again.

Peri heads towards the shadowy alcove to sit in a quiet spot away from the crush of the party. She asks the man there if she can take seat in this, the most prime spot for people watching or reading.

Domonico looks up at Miranda as she interrupts his super serious conversation and he nods once. "Please excuse me General Iliana, Mistress Saro, Captain Ajax. I believe duty calls right now." He nods to Iliana, "Hopefully we can talk more later."

Peri is overheard praising Valencia: She keeps a wondrous place for parties and sparring

"A replied with get yer pitchfork, there's some hay somewhere." Ajax rumbles with a laugh, a bit louder as Miranda draws near he shoots Domonico a sympathic look he leaves, giving him a dip of his head.

Michael is overheard praising Valencia: A wonderful host, and an even more wonderfulerer Dancer

Iliana turns to regard Miranda as she arrives, chuckling quietly. "There will always be time to discuss armies and navies later, Lord Domonico. Please, enjoy your dance."

Domonico has left the plush, comfy sofas.

Peri has left the shadowy alcove.

Domonico looks to Miranda and offers his hand, "Shall we?"

"So it would seem, though a few may still have designs." Jasher's eyes follow Michael on the lookout like a cat seeking a morsel dropped from a feasting family's table. "I suppose I may join you." And that said, he will begin to rise to his feet, taking Elsa's hand in his own, gloved one.

Miranda smiles to Iliana and Saro and Ajax, "Ladies and Messere, I promise to return him unharmed." She grins at that, then takes Domonico's hand. "Let's." And she follows him to the dance floor...

Valencia is overheard praising Michael: Charming, kind and one of the most spirited hosts in Arx. Thank you, sir.

Saro nods courteously to Domonico and Miranda alike and spares a glance for the dance floor as those two make their way towards it.

Iliana glances around before sighing and slowly getting to her own feet. "In fact, if you two would excuse /me/," she says to her companions. "Another cider is in order. YOu two can find common ground while I"m gone." She looks between the frail-looking craftswoman and the big sellsword and absolutely grins to herself.

Domonico has joined the dance floor.

Iliana is overheard praising Valencia: One of the warmest hosts around, even from a great distance.

Dallying to the side, quite taken with just watching the dancers, for once in a while, Liara spots Michael's apparent quandary and steps lightly over towards the dance floor herself. "Were you short a dance partner, Lord Michael?"

Iliana has left the plush, comfy sofas.

Gunner, the Leary Military Adjutant, Emilie, a slender lady's assistant leave, following Iliana.

"A dance partner. I certainly am. And I have /definitely/ been waiting on you, Princess Liara." Michael's hand shoots forth to grasp Liara's hand. "Have we danced before?" He'll inquire as he pulls her along to the dance floor to be in position for the next song.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Elsa responds with a smile, moving towards the dance floor with him. Her eyes travel towards Michael and she chuckles, "And I am certain that once we've finished our dance that he will return to request his turn with you as well." Tilting a glance up towards Jasher, she murmurs, "I understand that you're something of a connoisseur of ships, Your Highness? That is, you are one that would rather be out on the sea than on land?"

Elsa has joined the dance floor.

Soot, a gray foxhound puppy, Violet, a shopkeeper, 1 Crimson Blades Lieutenant, 3 Iron Guardsmen arrive, following Petal.

"Oh, not at all." For all her routine languid nature when merely going from A to B, Liara's pretty light footed. She clasps Michael's hand in her own gloved one, lifting her other to rest on the Bisland's shoulder.

Liara checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 29 higher.

Domonico chuckles as he stands with Miranda on the dance floor and takes her hands, "Hmmm... Sword drill number five for footwork Cousin."

Miranda rolls her eyes at Domonico, "Don't make me step on you, Cousin." She laughs, but apparently, knows what he's talking about.

Petal arrive at the party while adorned in a linen top and leather pants. She carries a along a very large sewing basket. The girl looks over the room, trying to get a feel for things here.

Jasher follows Elsa to the floor, his stalk of stiff severity in stark contrast with the Shepherd scion's stride. "Yes," was his reply to the question. "What of it?"

Vercyn wraps up the dance with Valencia, smiling to the Princess as he bows. "Thank you so much for the honor your highness. As you can see, my feet are perfectly unmarred. You were wonderful."

Miranda is overheard praising Michael: For an impromptu get together that was just what a girl needs!

Domonico starts 'dancing' with Miranda, his feet going through a familar routine with Miranda.

Miranda is overheard praising Valencia: always with the grand events in her Gaming Hall!

Ysabel watches the couples dancing with curious blue eyes

Michael is overheard praising Miranda: The very best of dancers

1 Redreef Warden, Rylan, a distracted scholar arrive, following Scythia.

Valencia cursies gracefuly to Vercyn and smiles as she slips off to see that the guests are well cared for.

Elsa steps onto the dance floor and smiles up at Jasher as she takes position, one hand in his, the other at his shoulder. "I am possibly going to be in the market for ships soon, I was hoping to lean on your expertise to learn a little more before time comes to make the purchase. For instance. The difference between galleys and dromonds, and their value against, say, a caravel."

"I'll be careful, I'm wearing the heavy boots." Michael and Liara ease onto the dance floor then move in unison as the dancers start with the music. "Surprising...though I suppose I don't attend enough of the Grayson Dinners or other events to truly find a chance to dance with you yet."

Orrin comes in, walking tall, one Scythia Redreef on his arm; he seems energized, this evening, in good spirits. As he weaves toward the dance floor - because so very fashionably late - he gestures here and there, and leans close to murmur something to Scythia, as one does.

Miranda chuckles as she and DOmonico 'dance', her following his moves. "You know, I need to teach you to -dance-, Cousin. It's not just about footwork." She is still enjoying herself despite that.

Vercyn has left the dance floor.

Vercyn has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

"I have never seen anyone dance at a family dinner, that I can recall," remarks Liara then. The Grayson is maybe not in absolute top form, but for the pace of the dancing she's engaged in with Michael, that's just fine. "Parties and balls, most certainly. This one is a delightful surprise, though. Thank you." She offers Michael a sunny smile.

Petal watches the dancing and seems to enjoy such. She pads over the bar, going to take a seat there. She sits here very heavy sewing basket on a nearby seat.

Domonico interrupts his quiet conversation in dance to comment to Elsa in passing, "Prince Jasher knows longships better than anyone I know... Dromonds and Galleys and construction of warships? That'll be me.' He offers Jasher a wink at that before his routine with Miranda takes him away.

Kanean has joined the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

"I came down to spar a bit and didn't find anyone in particular I was looking forward to spar with. So I commandeered the dining hall and sent a few messages to get some music." Michael is dancing slower now, since the music is slower. And he is a bit tuckered out. "I had been looking forward to dancing with you though. I am glad you found time."

As Ajax remains seated at a booth with Saro, he tilts his eyes over towards one of the servers attending the staff properly, flagging him down he orders a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses, shifting his attention back to Saro to make an order in turn.

Miranda snickers as Domonico inserts himself into another conversation. She pats his shoulder a bit, then says, "You should twirl me. I inserted this new part of the routine here. So twirl me." She winks at him. "Watch your hands.."

Scythia's in fine spirits this eve, smiling most grandly up toward her escort. "It is beautiful," she compliments of the scenery to Orrin, though it might be somewhat doubtful that she has actually taken a good look at said scenery just yet. No, she happens to be quite thrilled with the fact that they are moving toward the dance floor.

Cheeks flushed and her eyes bright, the little vixen slips to the side of the room, finding a comfortable seat to watch the dance.

"This is a lovely evening, Prince Valencia, made possible by you. I am grateful." She bows. "I must be on my way." Peri gathers her things from Eina and heads to the exit. Her eyes light up when she sees her father and his dance partner. She grins unabashedly and waves.

Curious, Liara wonders of Michael, "Were you? Did you hear the account of Prince Niklas and the King dancing? That was really utterly splendid. Quite an unexpected show at a recent party. Both fine people to watch for style." The Grayson seems content not to try to get ahead of the music.

Eina, the Pearl's Own, Soot, a frenetic ferret leave, following Peri.

"I've still got coffee, thanks," Saro tells the server, though she frowns a little at her mug, probably because whatever is left must be stone cold by now. Shrugging slightly, she looks back to Ajax at her sofa.

Jasher settles into place. His hand remains held in Elsa's; the other reaches for the small of the woman's back. His eyes look at hers; one eyebrow crooks slightly. "There are many differences, and it begins with what you are looking for in your navy," he says. Even as he speaks, his feet begin to move; motions more precise than graceful, the doings of muscle memory over emotion. His gaze becomes intense, focused; he appears more as if he was in combat against an unseen enemy than dancing.

Orrin chuckles as he leads Scythia on. Sheesh, not even heading for a drink first! Well, when you arrive as the ball is winding down, you have to get down to business, right? "I think I might have set some sort of record for making myself presentable," he comments, eyeing the dance floor to judge when to enter. Once there, he shifts from leading her by the arm to offering a hand, the other to slip neatly about her waist, because there is dancing to be done. Who knew the Count of Pearlspire even liked to dance, really? But he can box-step with the best of them. You can't even see him counting. Ah, ah, ah.

Miranda continues to dance with Domonico, her cheeks suddenly turning red while dancing. It must be hot in here!

Elsa laughs lightly at Domonico's interruption to the conversation in his pass around the floor, then returns her gaze to her partner's. Nodding to Jasher, Elsa seems to move with grace and elegance across the floor, borne of years of practice and fetes inumerable. "I'm not entirely certain. I've never looked to expand a navy before, but I thought perhaps it would behoove me to start thinking about it. I understand that dromonds and galleys can work as either cargo -or- battle ships, but that caravels are meant for the dangers of deep sea travel, so tend to be crafted towards war... and that's really about all that I know." The swirling 'shawl' draping down the back of her gown will help to cover any small missteps along the way.

Michael follows along at Liara's pace. Which is the music's pace. Which is the right pace. "I did not hear about Prince Niklas and the King. I might've enjoyed seeing that." OH! A spin! Michael guides Princess Liara around as others spin with them. "What is your next event?"

Valencia smiles as Orrin and Scythia take to the dance floor, her large dark eyes glimmering playfully. Another smiles is offered to Saro and Ajax as they get cozy on the couches. Turning back to the party another smile blossoms as Miranda and Domonico continue their dance, sweeping by Jasher and Elsa and Liara and Michael. Another glance to check on Vercyn, Petal, Kenean and Ysabel at the bar is taken and she takes a happy breath that everyone seems to be having a wonderful time.

Scythia's got the skill however to make it look as though Orrin is the most exceptional box-stepper that there ever was. The hand is of course taken and, upon seeing the departing Peri, she is flashing the young woman a smile. Upon the dance floor she happens to note the presence of Lady Elsa as well and she too is the recipient of a smile of greeting. These are all just brief flashes of distraction, however, for most of her focus is upon her dance partner. "Do you imply, my lord, that you are ever unpresentable?" Her brows lift just slightly as though scandalized.

Ysabel offers Princess Valencia a warm smile and returns to her drink. She seems to like watching thr dancing

Domonico is looking rather serious in the dance before they finish and he steps back and bows to Miranda. "Probably time I escort you back now cousin."

"A party in the Great Gray Hall in three days," Liara replies to Michael following the spin - gracefully executed on her part - then offers a flash of a grin. "Then I rather hope to join Princess Valencia in throwing something somewhat different in a couple of weeks." Then she starts to ease away. "Thank you for the dance, my lord." And to Valencia, "And thank you for accommodating all this, your highness. I should be on my way."

Miranda nods to Domonico and with a wave to the crowd... they depart

Miranda has left the dance floor.

Domonico has left the dance floor.

2 Rubino and Zaffria guards, Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp, Domonico leave, following Miranda.

Petal peeks over to Valencia, having a smile for the Princess that reaches her brown eyes. "Hi, Princess Valencia, very nice party." She says softly in her direction. The girl speaks in her heavy Shav accent.

"Oh? Taste of Arx is coming up isn't it. I will try and get myself out there for it. Away from Grayreeve talks and other troubles....Lots of troubles." Michael sighs as the dance ends, to bend forward and issue a nice bow to Princess Liara. "Have a good night, Princess."

"It is indeed, and I expect it will be splendid," Liara replies to Michael. And then she's off, with a cheery wave in parting.

"Thank you, Mistress Petal. I'm so glad to see you, but to be true, this party is all Lord Michael's doing. It is his most spledid idea," Valencia replies warmly, another smile sent Ysabel's way as she enjoys the dancing from her seat at the bar.

The one thing that Orrin is /not/ quite talented enough for, once in swirling motion, is the identification of parties of interest that he ought to be offering smiles, greetings, nods, bows, and so on. It doesn't stop him from turning his head to glance after the first two people Scythia offers a smile - there's almost a parting greeting for his daughter - but then he rather gives up. After all, he's dancing with a particular person, and he can't be faulted for giving her his proper attention, can he. "I fear I have been known, at times, to partake of common cloth," he says, gravely, as though it is the most terrible of confessions.

Jasher nods once. "You understand correctly," he replies, his tone more suited to a lecturer at the Vellichorian Academy than the man stepping along to the music, blue and red against Elsa's gold and green. His black sealskin boots move, stepping lightly for his size, legs slightly bowed as if set against uneven ground. His blue eyes drift as he considers. "There are also other matters to consider, such as cost. A caravel may do well in the deep ocean and war, but for the price of one of those, you can build and outfit more smaller ships, which often suffice in the same task as well. But a caravel draws confidence and attention for good or ill; it can be a symbol to keep your men in high spirits."

Jasher has left the shadowy alcove.

Jasher has joined the dance floor.

Petal peeks over to Valencia once again, having another smile for her. "I will make sure to thank him when I get the chance Princess Valencia." She says, still speaking in her heavy accent. The girl then looks over to Orrin. "Oh, well common clothe i often more practical Count."

Nodding, Elsa continues around the floor, a flash of tanned thigh here and there as the slit in her gown's skirt allows, giving her greater freedom of movement. Twirling as needed, she ends up facing Jasher once more and offering a smile, "A flagship, then? With supporting ships of varying types to surround and follow? So perhaps a single caravel at the head of the navy... how many of the other ships would you recommend? A dozen each? More? And I presume that if one wished a merchant fleet, it would be largely comprised of longships, with a few galleys and dromonds thrown in for extra cargo and defense?"

"Please do," Valencia beams back. "Such a host should surely be praised and lauded," she nods warmly. Another smile finds her lips and she listens to the music as it sweeps and swirls about the rom. Heaven.

There is a bit of a scandalized look, albeit it is all ridiculously feigned, from Scythia Redreef to her dancing partner. "Common cloth, you say?" she mock-whispers before continuing on with, "The material is as any other, you simply have it look *good*." Which of course brings her attention to Petal when she is speaking to Orrin. Her eyes brighten and she is flashing a smile toward the renown tailor, not to mention the proprietor of the establishment, Valencia.

Michael is overheard praising Liara: A good dance partner

Petal is overheard praising Valencia: Great party, always kind and welcoming.

Petal is overheard praising Michael: Woots, great party!

Vercyn is overheard praising Michael.

Vercyn is overheard praising Valencia.

Petal seems to be watching the nobles dancing still. she looks over to Valencia, giving her a smile. "Alright, Princess." She says, before smiling to Scythia. "Hi, Lady Scythia." She says and even follows her words with a wave.

"Ah, me, I've annoyed our tailor," Orrin says, and yes, he does manage to flash Petal a smile. He's seen her it some point, surely - enough for recognition, even if they haven't so much as spoken. But: back to Scythia, who he looses enough for an under-arm turn. "Do you praise me, my lady, for my clever and high-bred looks? For I must confess, I've little to offer for flattery." Ah, the tease is so plain.

Michael is alone for the moment. Dance partnerwise. A long glance around the room before he settles upon Valencia and steps up behind her, a hand to the small of her back. "I believe we haven't stepped onto the dance floor yet, Sweet Fox." To propel her to the dance floor.

Valencia looks up and smiles, her cheeks flushing gently. "My dearest Lord Michael, I would be very honoured to dance with you, sir. Thank you for asking," she nods warmly as he guides her to the dance floor. "I love to dance."

Valencia has left the dance floor.

Valencia has joined the dance floor.

Vercyn chuckling softly, he rises from the place at the bar and walks over to Ysabel. He gives the Baroness a bow and offers her his arm.

Ysabel accepts the Dukes arm and says, "Sorry forever lost in thoughts. You and Kanean where speaking and off I went."

Orrin has joined the dance floor.

Vercyn has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Vercyn has joined the dance floor.

"Please do not annoy our tailor, Orrin Seliki," responds Scythia so very plainly, and to that little tease in turn, there comes forth a delicate snort and shake her head. She dances on, and if one is paying attention, she happens to be trying to subtly guide her companion (who is very clearly leading) to go toward said tailor. "Mistress Petal," she greets the woman, so very amiably. "It has been far too long, though your establishment was found to be as exceptional as ever when we graced it."

Scythia has joined the dance floor.

"If you have the wherewithal," Jasher replies. He continues his steps, the motions as appropriate for wielding a sword as Elsa's hand, his precision and leather against her grace and silk. Even as he dances, he continues to speak in his polite, distant tone. "How severe do you expect the threats to be? If it is to dissuade the occasional band of Abandoned pirates, perhaps I would recommend the smaller vessels, so that you can patrol and cover a larger area."

Petal is still perched at the bar and she smile warmly to Scythia once again. "I am glad that you liked such and it is very nice to see you again."

Vercyn leads Ysabel to the dance floor, taking her hand in his. He smiles down to her as he rests his hand on her back and leading her through a dance across the floor. "So Baroness, still finding the city to your liking?"

"I shall endeavor not to any further," Orrin says, and he almost seems serious, if gently so. He gives Scythia one more turn, then compliantly box-steps himself and Scythia over to Petal, where he changes up the footwork to something less ranging. "You've done rather splendid work for me," he agrees. "I might like to come around to discuss a commission soon, actually."

Kanean has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Kanean has joined the plush, comfy sofas.

"I do like it. I have been diligently trying to get the Gildens in Arx together to discuss a plan with Caith moving forward. Though I am Baroness, I value their opinions and feelings," Ysabel says as she does her best to follow the Duke's footsteps, one of her hands resting on his back in return.

Kanean walks to the sofas and gives the occupants a nod, "Hello mind if I sit here?"

Saro returns Kanean's nod and gives him a slight smile. "Hello again," she greets him. "You're definitely welcome to have a seat if you like."

"Boy." Ajax rumbles to Kanean, tilting his head to an open seat, "Take a load off."

Petal ohhs softly. "Maybe I should join the couch too. It is almost like a commoner couch now." She says and rises to her feet. She is wearing wooden shoes stained with dirt and they make alot of noise. They are carved shoes. The girl then smile to Ysabel. "Hi, Baroness."

Chuckling softly, Elsa smiles up at Jasher, "Producing resources of a military nature is something that I happen to be rather adept at. I can raise a rather large amount relatively quickly. And this is a build-up that I expect to occur over the course of the next year, not all of it will be immediate." The firm clasp of her hand in his, the elegance of her movements as she steps in time with the Thraxian Prince, this is a woman well used to the dance floor and its nuances. "Mmmmmmm, lets say that I am planning for the worst while hoping for the best. There will be a merchant fleet, but it will travel largely along rivers, so a few defense ships for the occasional raiders will likely suffice there. I expect the fleet itself will be housed elsewhere and should be more appropriate to a true navy."

"Yes, while you lead your house, the members that make up your household support you. They have their own unique views. Always remember to have their support and their ideas. Listen to your ministers." Vercyn smiles down at Ysabel as he leads her around the dance floor

"Hello Petal," Ysabel says as she passes by being lead around the dance floor by the Duke. "Thank you, Duke. I do appriciate your guidence," she says.

Once more Scythia is dipping her head to Petal, though when Orrin is indicating that he might come around to discuss a commission soon her focus is going back to him. Both of her brows are lifting in unison and at this point she pays less attention to the dancing and far more attention to him. With a slight lean forward and up, she makes as though to whisper in his ear. Let us be clear, with the height advantage that Orrin has, this only results in her murmuring more quietly, but at least there is something more discreet there.

Oh, Orrin hears Scythia, but he just looks down at her, smiles, eyes merry. He lifts her hand, and at first it looks like it might be an assist with that up-on-toes posture she's trying for, to whisper to him; but no, there is a moment later a little turn of his wrist that guides her turning under his arm, just so that he can again catch her about the waist. "Never you mind," he answers her, and starts about the ballroom at the quicker clip a change in tune demands.

"It is my pleasure." Vercyn laughs softly. "After all, been around for a while so it would be best to help out others with some wisdom I found."

Ysabel smiles softly at the Duke. "You are very kind none the less," Ysabel says continuing to do her best to keep up with the tempo and steps of the dance.

Jasher is controlled motion, his lean frame placing itself just so in the routine, though the occasional stiffness or pause indicates he's nowhere near as experienced in the dance floor as his partner. Still, he manages to avoid mauling his feet, or Elsa's, or cause some other unfortunate mishap. Small victories. "Good," he says. "Better to prepare for something that may never be, than lament being caught by something you never thought will happen." With a turn of the arm, they're slightly separated; the man's posture suggestive more of wielding a blade than the hand of a noblewoman. With this space between them, Jasher pauses their routine to look over Elsa, his gaze studying with the benefit of proximity. "You are no stranger to life outside the court, it seems," he finally says.

Saro jumps off the sofa more nimbly than her horrible slouching posture would ever have suggested was possible, and, casting a last look over her shoulder at the dancers, heads out the door to the street.

Saro has left the plush, comfy sofas.

Valencia lifts a brow at Saro's quick retreat and then looks to Kenean and Ajax with a little worried blink.

Ysabel has left the a handsome wooden bar with steel footrest and swivel barstools.

Vercyn smiles and inclines his head to Ysabel. He moves slowly so as not to exceed the limits of Ysabel's ability as he lead her around the dance floor. "Thank you for saying so, Baroness."

It is that merry motion from Orrin, the one where it seems she might be assisted up which is in fact a mere ruse to twirl her, that has Scythia laughing. There is absolutely too much delight there in that moment, likely due to the fact that she happened to fall for that feint. "Very well, my lord," she answers him, as easily as that. She is so very taken with him, it seems, that she for a moment forgets to make him look good, nay, she just follows his lead and this is just fine.

Ysabel follows the Duke's lead as they make their way around the dance floor. "I am lucky to have made such a friend in Arx," Ysabel says.

Turning, bending, the move of the dance giving them some space, Elsa chuckles softly and inclines her head, "I was raised a proper Oathlands noblewoman, Your Highness. And spent my adult years in the Crownlands in the Duchy of Graypeak, under the prior Duke's rule. He was not known for being a 'cuddly' sort. I am not versed in matters of war, but I am a quick study and I believe in being prepared. So when matters arise that force me to look at the possibilities in the future, I will look at all of them, good and bad, and plan for the worst ones that I can think of." As the dance finally starts to wind down, Elsa maneuvers herself and her partner towrads the edge of the dancefloor. She dips into a curtsy for the Prince and smiles up at him, "Thank you, Your Highness. Both for a wonderful dance and your excellent advice."

Vercyn inclines his head to Ysabel with a nod. "I am glad that you count me as such. I will do what I can to assist you in what you need." He finishes the dance and offers her a bow. "Thank you for the honor and the Pleasure, Baroness."

Petal quietly starts to wander off with her huge basic and making noise in her wooden shoes.

Oh no. Scythia is no longer making Orrin look great, which means he merely looks good. When a spin takes him in range of Michael and Valencia, he clears his throat loudly. "Did I hear my name pass the lips of the Lion of House Bisland," he says, "as if it were some sort of scandal?" He dances nearly in place there, then breaks his serious face to laugh. To Scythia: "Have you met Lord Michael, my lady?" he asks.

Ysabel smiles warmly at the Duke. "Thank you as well," she says. She makes her way over to where Kanean is seated.

Vercyn slips across the dance floor, coming up along Elsa's side with a warm smile. "My Lady."

Michael is caught! The ears of the old are sharp enough to hear his mutterings. Michael doesn't look ashamed at all when he turns and guides Valencia through the dancers to settle in beside the pair of Seliki and Redreef. "Oh, a few of us like to natter on about ongoings. I....I don't know if we've /actually/ met. This is Princess Valencia Velenosa." Michael is at least quick to introduce his dance partner.

Jasher inclines his head at the curtsy, gloved hand releasing. "I appreciate it, Lady Elsa," he replies cordially. "Though I generally do not offer consultations on the dance floor. Still, it was a pleasant distraction. And I believe another seeks your audience." He lifts his chin towards Vercyn before turning to head--not towards the shadowed alcove, but to the double doors leading to the courtyard.

"Hello again Kanean," Ysabel says as she gently sits beside you

Ysabel has joined the plush, comfy sofas.

2 Rivenshari Clansman, Timbo, agile and cheeky rivenshari youth arrive, following Eshra.

Elsa smiles towards Jasher and dips a nod, "Then thank you for the exception you've granted me. Please have a wonderful evening." She turns to smile warmly at Vercyn, reaching out to take his hand in her own. "My lord. Is it that time? Shall I claim the last dance, or would you prefer we wait a bit longer and find somewhere to seat ourselves?"

Jasher has left the dance floor.

3 Thrax Guards leaves, following Jasher.

Vercyn lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss to her knuckles. "My Lady, I may claim the dance or we can sit for a moment. I am at your service."

As the large mercenary raises to his full height, he gives Kanean a little smile leaning over to whisper something in his ear, his hand moving to pat him on the shoulder, trudging towards Valencia, dipping his head, "Good Vixen, you always know how to keep a party going."

Valencia smiles to the handsome couple and offers a gracious incline of her head. "I am so very pleased to meet you, my lord. And it is lovely to see you again, Lady Scythia. Please be so very welcome to my Hart," she offers warmly. "You are having a good time I hope, yes?"

Evidently Scythia is off her game enough that it takes her a moment to adjust to the fact that Orrin is making introductions. Mind you, it is no more than a mere half second, but still. She shifts her attention appropriately and offers forth a polite smile to the aforementioned Lion of House Bisland. "We have not," she answers. "Lord Michael Bisland is, however, renown in reputation. Lady Scythia Redreef. Well met, my lord." When Valencia is introduced, she dips her head her way and adds, "A pleasure to see you once more, your highness. It is always lovely." Then there is the issue of the mercenary coming near and, there, she gives a little nod of greeting to Ajax as well.

Ajax has left the plush, comfy sofas.

Ajax has joined the dance floor.

Reaching up to rest her hand on his shoulder, Elsa smiles at him adoringly, "Shall we dance, my lord?" Moving with him towards the dancefloor once more, she steps in much closer than she had previously, almost scandalously close, murmuring, "I will follow you wherever you choose to lead, my lord."

"Ah, your highness," Orrin says, and pauses that little dance so that he might give a proper bow. "Lord Maru speaks of you fondly; had I known this was your establishment, I might have as well. I met Lady Scythia first here, after all; it is indeed a house of fortune." He straightens, and resumes his hold of the fair Redreef so that he might simply sway there in place with her. "I am exceptionally glad to have an occasion to bring her dancing," he relates, "so yes, quite a good time. I think I overheard that neither of you wants the credit deserved for this, is it?"

Beaming down at Elsa, Vercyn slips in hand around her waist, holding her close. He takes her hand in his and laughs softly. "Then we shall dance, my Lady." He sweeps her across the floor, staring into her eyes as the two of them dance around the room.

Valenica smiles warmly as Orrin speaks of Maru. "Indeed, Lord Maru is a delight to speak with. I am glad he is fond of me. I regard him very highly as well," the little vixen replies, offering Orrin a gentle incline of head. "And I am so happy my Hart has brought you luck. I hope this means we will see more of you both," she smiles again. The smile grows a little more as she looks to Michael. "He is far to modest I fear. I think he should concede and accept the credit, don't you?" she grins playfully, large dark eyes dancing with mischief.

Flowing layers of sea-silk and opal, chestnut curls left to fall wild down her back, within silver bells, winking in the lights and chimming softly as the Rivenshari lady steps into the Hart for the second time today. One would never accuse Eshra of shyness or even anxiety but there is a slight pause in her step once her gaze settles on those attending.

"I haven't seen Lord Maru since the Seliki house has moved en masse to Arx. I'll have to take the time out to do so." Michael slows down his dancing to basically nothing. He is swaying more than moving. "I'm not modest, I was simply banking on your building and its wonders to be able to host a party. A quick ball, with a dance floor made from where dining tables once sat. It was easy." He'll ease an arm out from around Valencia's waist. "Wouldn't consider a dancing partner trade, would you? For the sake of conversation."

Ajax's lips curl into an easy going smile, nodding his head towards Valencia, stepping away for now, his brown eyes shift towards the entering people perhaps the pause from Eshra causes his attention to fall to her for a brief moment offering the lady a dip of his head.

Vercyn looks over towards Eshra from the dance floor as he leads Elsa spinning around the other couples there. He offers a nod the Her before turning back to his Dance partner, murmuring softly with her.

Scythia's at ease with that gentle rocking, though she makes no move to draw away from her dancing partner for the evening. Even if she has to cast a look up - with the slightest crane of her head - when he is mentioning their meeting. Perhaps she might be forgiven the delighted smile that is cast toward him, or the fact that it is a bit more bold than anticipated. Now, regarding the other couple, she is offering forth quite swiftly to the dilemma at hand, "May you both be praised then," as though such a decree might settle things. The suggestion from Michael, that has her casting a look back to Orrin, her brow arching in response.

Ysabel is sitting with Kanean quietly watching the dancing.

Elsa offers a smile and waves towards Eshra, then again towards Scythia and Valencia as she moves around the floor with Vercyn, sharing soft comments with him as they move.

Valencia smiles to Ajax and nods again as he moves off once more. Turning, she inclines her head to Michael. "Of course, if it pleases," Valencia returns warmly turning to see if Scythia is open to the invitation. "But I would not wish to interrupt such a lovely dance. Perhaps we might speak another time, if it pleases," she smiles to Orrin and then Michael.

Orrin glances to Scythia at that suggestion, as if to check with her, but apparently brow arching has /far/ more meaning in their lexicon than average, for it only takes that glance for him to turn back to Michael and Valencia, drawing back from her. "I can hardly turn down a dance with a princess, and half of the hosting party," he says, offering her a bow, followed by his hand. "Your highness," he says, agreeably, and then of course starts in on that same breezy box-step. His good mood might have a lot to do with the lady in red, there, but it appears to persist just fine a few steps off.

Those that nod, some she knows others she is not sure of, either way they get a return from the Rivenshari before she carries herself into the room fully. The bells lost to the sound of music and voices of those gathered, Eshra finds herself a drink and a place to stand as she comfortably watches the others.

"You are as honey tongued and charming as your uncle I see. And very brave to let such a lovely woman out of your arms for the likes of me," the little raven haired princess laughs softly as she falls easily into step with Orrin. "I'm glad you have such kind things to say of my Hart. I am pleases she has served you so well," she nods, a small smile offered Eshra's way as the sound of her bells join the melody of the music.

Michael eases back from Valencia and reach a hand out towards Lady Scythia, which of course crosses over where Orrin's hand was offered so he is forced to draw it back then offer it again once more. "Lady Scythia, it'd be more pleasure to meander aimlessly upon a wooden floor with you." He'll glance off towards the pair of Orrin and Valencia to check in before settling a hand upon Scythia's hip and stepping into a very same box-step with her. "I saw Lady Mikani in here, dancing with Lady Peri earlier. I wasn't aware they were friends until today." Smalltalk.

With that decision made from Orrin, Scythia is smiling toward the Seliki and letting her fingers brush across him as she turns toward Michael. Now, when Elsa is offering forth that wave and smile, she wiggles her fingers that way and casts a smile in response. Just a momentary distraction before settling the full of her focus on her new dancing partner "My lord," she greets, gathering her skirts and dipping down to that portrait-perfect curtsy that may as well be her trademark at this point. It is a swift thing, for she rises to take his hand and follows his lead. "Oh, were they? I am sorry that I missed that. I believe that they met at the star viewing at the Observatory, though I might be mistaken in this."

"It might in fact be his /excellent/ influence you are detecting," Orrin offers, a confidence for his simple-stepped dance with Valencia, giving her his focus for the moment. "I think you've done rather well to include more private spaces along with the more noisome areas," he says. "I don't think I can count the nights I've come seeking a drink and conversation, and - once I've had the drink, the taste for conversation has fled." There, a chuckle, and then he's following her smile toward Eshra, and giving the Rivenshari a nod of his head and a smile of his own.

Kanean stands up and leaving a smile for Ysabel. "I will go now, Thank you for hosting, Princess Valencia." he bows to the others. "Lady Eshra." he bows again before he leaves.