Sir Floppington, the soulful hound arrives, following Rowenova.

Alarissa drops Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Rysen arrives at the Judgement Green with Lygeia, and the two make their way into the covered tents. Rysen acquires a cup of whiskey from a passing server and makes his way towards Alarissa.

Acantha gets T H E C L A W a Maelstrom White Rum from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

3 Thrax Guards arrives, following Raimon.

Merek makes his way to the place with his longcoat upon his black attire, and he looks to some of the others that are there as he takes a drink of whiskey from his flask.

The Princess Consort of Thrax, dressed warm enough for the tent where braziers keep away the worst of the cold while the snow outside insulates, is parting from a small gathering where she was conversing, tending to hosting duties. There's a bright peal of laughter from her, a hand pressed to a forearm as if whatever was spoken brought her earnest delight. But in a swirl of carmine and charcoal wool and silk, fur and pearls, the coronet of her station on her head, she's looking for the next group to pay heed to. But Rysen is coming to her and she lifts her glass of wine in greeting to the Crovane lord. "You brave the snow. But then, this is the depth of summer for you, is it not?"

Puff, a dainty yellow-green canary, 2 Leary House Guards, Sir Jesmond the Giant arrive, following Arcadia.

Seryna, a charming Lycene handmaiden, 6 Grimhall House Guards arrive, following Vanora.

Mirk has joined the small circular table.

The final event of the Snowy Seas Tournament... the Ball! The braziers have been lit, the model ships have been decorated, and there is food and drink laden across the tables being served by Thrax servants. Vega can be found front and center at the entrance to greet all who enter, smiling warmly and ever so glad to be standing right next to a brazier as her outfit is not at all weather appropriate! She does, however, have an assistant in the wings wiht a warm cloak she can duck under as needed. Offering curtsies and nods of recognition, warm greetings, she directs folk to the tents, the tables, and to look around and feel free to climb about on the ships, of course! "Welcome one and all to the final night of the Snowy Seas Tournament! There will be music and dancing, food and drink, merriment, cheer, and perhaps even a few prizes! Darkwater and Thrax welcome you in and bid you have fun!"

Seryna, a charming Lycene handmaiden have been dismissed.

Gianna sweeps onto the Green and takes a moment to pause by Vega. "Hello, Princess. Everything looks lovely - what a wonderful dress. Rather cold seeming, but wonderful. I hope the wind doesn't blow too much!"

With Sword Cillian and Sir Floppington beside her, Scout Rowenova shows up, doing so with dual champion belts from the snowy seas tournament draping from her fur-clad shoulders down to her opposing hip. Those belts criss cross as though they might be some form of medieval bandoliers. Upon finally arriving, there is a brief bow to Lord Mirk before she pops up with a cheeky grin then moves along toward the Thraxian folk. "I am going to hit the food first!" says the Halfshav servant to the Blackwood sword.

Arriving at the chilly judgment green is Salvador Costello, clad in a heavy coat, his right hand tucked into a pocket for warmth, the left hand, a crude prosthetic, extending from the left sleeve of his coat not given such treatment. He starts to make his way to fetch a glass of wine before approaching one of the Braziers provided for warmth.

Raimon makes his way onto the Green, perhaps a tiny bit late. He doesn't seem to bothered by it. He makes his way through the throngs of people that arrive until he can stand at Vega's side and a step back to allow her to greet those that show up. Then he does his best impression of a statue. Standing at attention, eyes forward. The championship belt on his waist cleaming slightly.

Dianara's entrance is as subdued as her clothing and her manner. She offers Vega a warm smile at her greeting and ducks her head as she murmurs, "Thank you, your highness." Bright blue eyes shift to take in the crowd, the refreshments on offer, even the decoration, though the Whisper does make a move when someone noisily clears their throat behind her in reprimand for blocking the way. Off to the side, she moves. Luckily, her redirection sets her on the path to pastries. Lovely.

Mirk strides into the ball, offering nods of his head aside to those he recognizes, primarily (but not exclusively) the Northerners in the crowd, Rowenova among them. True to form, however, he helps himself to a drink and immediately finds somewhere slightly out of the way to sit down, sipping at his drink and watching the rest of the crowd filter in with a curious eye.

As familiar faces start to pop up, Alarissa lifts her glass in greeting, still stnading by Rysen and conversing quietly.

The Duchess Grimhall has not been much for the competitions this time around, but she certainly shows up to applaud those who have proven themselves throughout. An ermine-lined cloak of umbra warms her shoulders, and compliments nicely a gown of luxury brocade with attached sleeves beneath, mingling of Lycene and Isles fashions working well on her, at least in her own estimation. She murmurs something to her handmaid to dismiss her and walks onto the green with her accompaniment of guards but without the presence of the Duke. First she approaches Vega and Alarissa both, giving each a graceful curtsy. "Highnesses, thank you so much for hosting this event, and for the work with Darkwater on the entire undertaking. I wish I could have seen more of it, but keeping the spirits of our people up is important work." With that she steps back, allowing others to come forward with greetings and seeking with pale green eyes others she might converse with.

Vanora gets Rum for Your Life from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Cillian arrives with Scout Rowenova and Sir Floppington, "I will join you." he nods to those he spots and knows in a silent greeting as he moves almost with the Halfshav, "So I heared Lord Srik stood true to his words, you got a raise?" he smirks.

Arcadia slips in, quiet for once. Grabbing a drink she goes and finds a seat a little way back too.

Mirk gets T H E C L A W a Maelstrom White Rum from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Arcadia has joined the small circular table.

Vanora gets T H E C L A W a Maelstrom White Rum from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Acantha's entrance is not a flashy one, though she's dressed brightly and smelling wonderful. She sees a few faces that she knows and gives a dip of her head to them and heads across to find and drink and then makes her way to over to Mirk to offer greetings, "Lord Halfshav." she smiles to him.

Cillian takes Filopi Black - Kennex Brand Black Pepper Vodka from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Mirk gets Rum for Your Life from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Cillian takes Rum for Your Life from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Mirk gets Filopi Black - Kennex Brand Black Pepper Vodka from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Cillian takes T H E C L A W a Maelstrom White Rum from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Merek gets Rum for Your Life from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Rowenova gets Filopi Black - Kennex Brand Black Pepper Vodka from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Rowenova gets Rum for Your Life from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Rowenova gets T H E C L A W a Maelstrom White Rum from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Rysen laughs warmly and, raising his glass to Alarissa, says, "Indeed, it may as well be, Your Highness, though I will be suffering greatly come summertime." He bows reverently to the Princess of Thrax, and turning to look over the tents, sculptures and centerpieces, he says, "The Green looks magnificent."

Rysen smiles warmly to see Gianna, and gesturing toward her pendant, says, "That appears to be dragonweep, if I'm not mistaken, and you wear it very well."

Rysen gets T H E C L A W a Maelstrom White Rum from Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Vega smiles towards Dianara and offers a nod, "Thank you, MIstress Whisper, please, enjoy yourself." Then her husband appears and she takes just a bare moment from greeting guests to lean up and press a quick kiss to Raimon's cheek, murmuring, "You look imposing and the belt fits perfectly. Thank you for being here." Then she's turning back in time to return a curtsy to Vanora, "Thank you, Duchess. I do hope you find everything to your satisfaction." Turning back to the arriving guests, she offers more smiles, more greetings.

Nova spots Acantha and bows to her, too, but then she stands up before then nodding quickly to Cillian (doing so while packing bottles of booze away into her Messenger Bag). "Aye, he gave me my pay raise just like he promised to. Best Boss Who Ever Bossed." Then, she smiles fondly before looking forth and stepping forth toward those tasty treats.

Gianna immediately brightens; her smiles lasts a few seconds longer than usual, and she reaches up to fondle the aforementioned dragonweep pendant. "Why, thank you, Lord Rysen! I've wanted to own dragonweep forever, it seems like. Now I finally do. I do enjoy your coat - one doesn't often see onyx." Someone hands Gianna a drink, which she accepts with another, fainter smile. Should Dianara glance her way, Gianna will incline her head to her fellow Whisper.

Vanora notices Gianna's entrance, how could it be otherwise, and so she approaches the Whisper and greets with an airy kiss that doesn't quite touch to each cheek. "Sweet Nightengale, you and I are long overdue a conversation and some drinks to go with it. That pendant is to die for, of course." The Grimhall Duchess smiles warmly at the singer, asking, "How have you been faring, it seems like it's been so long."

Sunrise, lilac breasted roller arrives, delivering a message to Vanora before departing.

"I should have married Lycene. To escape the snow." Alarissa laments to Rysen with a smile. "But I have been to Farhaven and back and I shall take Maelstrom and the Isle's own cold winters." Vanora lifts a hand in greeting and Alarissa furrows her browns in a frown and looks back to Rysen. "I leave you to your company of the the nightengale." And she parts, leaving Rysen and Gianna to Vanora's approach and eases off ins earch of others to greet and mingle with.

"Lady Clearlake," Mirk replies, raising his bottle towards Acantha in greeting. "It's good to see you out and about. My apologies for being less than perfectly sociable, though I'm largely here to see if Scout Rowenova won the overall tournament." There's a nod in Rowenova and Cillian's direction. "Care for a drink?"

Gianna can do air kisses. Kiss, kiss. Then she steps back and raises her glass to Vanora. "Thank you so much. It's new. Relatively new. I'm absolutely in love with it. We are overdue, aren't we? I think we agreed we should meet weeks ago. Never enough time, is there?" She inclines her head to Alarissa, and nods to Rowenova and Mirk, too. That's a lot of head bobbing. She rewards herself with a sip of her drink.

Arcadia gives a wave to Acantha as she gets closer, "Hi. Is Benny and his boat okay? I don't remember seeing him again after you threw him out of harms way?"

Dianara eyes the sweets with the expression of a connoisseur, examining each selection with a practiced eyes. As it happens, she does manage to catch Gianna's eye and returns the nod along with a smile, though she makes no move to interrupt the Nightingale as she's greeted by others so warmly. Instead, she finally makes a choice amongst the pastries and moves on to drinks.

Raimon leans slightly into the kiss from Vega and nods his head. "I do try to look imposing yes." Rowenova gets a nod of greeting as the Prince notices her, eyeing her two belts for a moment with perhaps just a hint of envy. But then he's back to pretending to be a statue. Back straight, legs shoulder length apart. Only his eyes moving among the crowd curiously. Was he uncomfortable? Hard to say for certain, beyond the obvious discomfort at a large social gathering.

Acantha gives a smile to Mirk, "You are alright. We've been fighting fires and sharks the last few nights so you've only missed a little." she tells her friend. There's a nod to Arcadia, "Benny is doing well, thank you for asking. I didn't think he'd fit in with the climate here so he's having a break with his boat and the tub tonight." she chuckles. "I actually just wanted to stop by for a few, I need to see if someone was put on quarantine." she frowns.

Merek finds some of that rum, while he takes a moment to consider it, then he shifts his black longcoat about his black dress attire, as he looks around to look for people he knows, as he places his hands within his coat and just seems to consider also.

"No, there really isn't." Vanora agrees with Gianna. "Yet all the more reason to insist upon it, to make it ourselves." Her response is warm and friendly, and the confused look that she gives Alarissa upon her departure is merely brief. "Will you be a darling and introduce me to anyone here I might not yet know?" The Duchess Grimhall asks Gianna in a warm tone. "I've met the Princess' of Thrax of course, and...hmm is that Salvador of Seracini? I think we've been acquainted in passing also. Beyond that..." A shoulder lifts, helpless shrug of brocade and umbra.

Arcadia hears Amantha, and pauses "Quarantine? Why quarantine?"

Beasts slaughtered nad roasted, skin crackling from time spent over spit or buried beneath coals. Root vegetables and winter vegetables, even some imported from the Lycene isles for some variety. Platters and troughs of food lay on tables and steam pours off the meat as it's carved and slices placed on plates. No doubt many kitchens were busy for the last two days putting this feast together.

Still those lengths of blue silks move like waves outside the tents and the odd snowflake flits in to land on someone's shoulder. In one tent, desserts seem to be in high order with pies, small cakes, poached fruits and the like and around a series of chests, bottles of alcohol from Isles houses are being handed out to those in want. Decadence on a smaller scale in the judgement as those who partook and those in want of a nice afternoon spill in. There's trays circling even outside the tent.

Rysen laughs again as Alarissa mentions marring Lycene, and smiles at Gianna when she speaks of his coat. "I may have found inspiration for this coat from a certain Whisper and legendary singer of the Bard's College who's also renowned for her sense of style." As Rysen's eyes shift from the majesty of Gianna's dragonweep jewelry towards a group of Northerners, Rysen smiles and raises a glass to Mirk. "Good to see you, Elder Mirk," he says, "and thank you for basket. I will make very good use of it." He smiles to hear Acantha speak of Benny, but his smile fades when she mentions the quarantine. "Was someone from the rescue group infected?" Rysen asks Acantha quietly.

Salvador has fetched his drink and begins to meandre a little, letting his gaze take in the assorted decorations, pausing by one of the ice sculptures, before continuing on, eventually finding himself nearing where Arcadia and company have found themselves. He gives a nod first to Arcadia, "Lady Arcadia, My Lord, My Lady." He says, offering a slight bow towards Arcadia, Acantha, and Mirk.

"Sharks?" Mirk asks, raising an eyebrow at Acantha. "Oh." He grimaces and adds, "I'm glad you're all right, then, Lady Acantha. Is there anything I can do for your and yours, in the aftermath?" He returns the nod to Gianna, along with a slight raise of his drink, and then takes a long pull straight from the bottle. "Lord Rysen. I'm glad it was to your liking, though much of the credit belongs to Scout Rowenova, who found the items with which to fill it. I only provided the instructions and the purse."

(024"Look at me! I'm riding a dolphin!!" Some young noble of indiscernable lineage is scrambling up one of the ice sculptures, one of a dolphin leaping from waves, as if it might do a spin. he straddles it like a horse, hand on it's dorsal fin.

Cillian nods his head to Nova and moves along with her, "Everything looks so good." he nods his head spotting Rysen, "I will be right back Nova." he speaks in a thick northern accent. His steps bring him in the direction of Rysen slowling as he does not wish to be rude or interupt anything.

"Yeah...I was there when the caravel crashed...due to Benny and then we went back the next night to help with things. Spotted some sharks and got to distract them. Lord Ian was injured and a few others." she frowns. Then there's a dip of her head to Rysen, "Lord Rysen, always lovely to see you." she tells him. "And yes, there were people that were infected. I wanted to check on Lord Evander." she admits. Then she hears Salvador, "Good evening." she smiles to him. "I apologize that I did not get your name the last few times we've met. Something has either been on fire or trying to eat our fellow man." she chuckles.

"No wonder I like it, then," Gianna tells Rysen, raising her glass to him in a little toast of sorts. So many compliments. Gianna preens a little. A nod to Vanora, and she says, "Hopefully I can. I didn't recognize Mister Salvador, no --- have you met Lord Rysen? He's a member of the College and a poet as well." She does catch wind of the mention of quarantines and her eyebrows arch gently.

Arcadia lets a flicker of something cross her gaze, asking Acantha, rather than waiting for her brother's response, "Are headache, fatigue and sore belly normal after being burnt?"

Nova ruefully jokes for Alarissa, "I tried that once. You might escape the snow in the Lyceum, but it will be one heck of a ride of wild emotions. Yet, never a dull moment, though." Then, she shoots a smile to Gianna and Raimon. Despite her Lycene talk, the Northern scout actually seems pretty inclinded toward picking up Lycene veggies in a good amount alongside the roasted meat. Peeking over toward Mirk and Rysen, a her rueful expression softens up for a touched smile before she looks back to Cill. "Ayep." says she before then suddenly watching the young noble on the dolphin sculpture.

The cries of someone riding one of the ice sculptures brings a faint wince to Vega's expression. This is surely to end poorly. But she's in no position to be rushing off after some foolhardy noble, instead looking back to Raimon with a small nod, "Very imposing, my dear. And I appreciate your support and presence.. but if you would rather go seek out the other contestants or military minded folk, I will not feel slighted." She smiles faintly and nods towards the servant holding onto a cloak for her, "Lisse will keep me company if you wish to find some good conversation. Or food. We have some foods even from the Lyceum, if you'd like."

Taking a sip of whiskey, Rysen nods to Mirk and turning towards Rowenova, says, "You have excellent taste, Rowenova." He frowns a little at the mention of Evander possibly being infected. When Salvador approaches, he nods to the shipwright and raises a glass. "It's been a boon to have your expertise in that mess with the ship, Salvador."

Rysen laughs at Gianna's comment and bows reverently to Vanora. "It is a pleasure to meet you formally, Duchess," says Rysen. "I had the privilege of speaking to your husband recently in the Black Hall." When he sees Cillian approaching, Rysen smiles and says, "Greetings, Cillian. Good to see you here, and I hope the preparations for you wedding are going well."

"I don't believe I have, not formally." Vanora responds to Gianna but addresses Rysen as she does so, dipping her head in respectful greeting. "It is a pleasure, Lord Crovane. Our families have been close in their way over time, and your losses are our own keenly felt." She then nods, glancing to the man who approached with a polite smile. "I did not know you were a poet however, nor any other sort of performer. Perhaps we can collaborate sometime, I keep debating membership in the College myself."

Salvador's gaze shifts briefly towards Gianna and Vanora, perhaps having caught his name on the crowd, or maybe just coincidence, but he soon looks back to Acantha as she speaks to him, "Oh, Salvador Costello, Shipwright and Engineer in service to House Seraceni." He says with a bow of his head, his attention shifting back to Arcadia as she recounts her symptoms before nodding his head to Rysen, "Oh, think nothing of it. The Salvage could have gone smoother if we had taken a bit more time of it, though with the pre-existing damage to the ship, I cannot imagine it would have not collapsed anyway when it came out. At least the damage to the docks was not so bad."

Drink and snack in hand, Dianara had intended to lurk about until she found a conversation worth intruding upon, but the spectacle of the 'dolphin rider' absorbs that attention. She tilts her head slightly, brows lifting as she, helpfully, calls out, "You're holding it incorrectly, my lord! If you hold on to the fin like that, the dolphin is just as likely to throw you." Then, in a lower voice, she mutters, "Or you'll snap the damned sculpture in half and break your fool head. I hope you aren't an heir."

Acantha notices Arcadia's question a little too late, "There was a sickness on the ship and the crew. And some of our fellows might be sick." she tells her. "Though I don't think it's normal for a sore belly unless you've been burned there or are doing streneous activities." she tells her. Then there's a dip of her head to Salvador, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Costello. I'm Lady Acantha Clearlake, Voice of Clearlake Hold." she introduces herself in turn.

Gianna inclines her head to Vanora. "I wonder what could nudge you toward joining?" she muses. Then she raises a hand and calls out, "Dianara! That is Dianara Whisper, one of our best teachers. Dianara, have you met Duchess Vanora?"

It might end poorly. The dolphin seems to precariously leaning in a non-favourable fashion. Dianara calls out and the noble looks her way, about to say something back to her when the very thing that she muttered happens. The crack come sfirst and those near can see it and hear it. the fracturing of the body near the tail. And then there's a yelp as in the next second, off pops the dolphin, cleaved above the tail and the noble underneath it as it falls to the ground and pins him there.

Cillian nods to Rysen, "Lord Crovane, it is good to see you as well." he smiles also nodding to Vanora as she is near as well. "They go well M'lord it is planned for the spring and soon it will be uppon us." he smiles looking to Vanora, "I do not believe we have meet M'lady." he nods his head to her, "Sword Cillian Weatherwood, House Blackwood."

Arcadia uncertainly shifts at Acantha's words, "Oh." Trying for an nonchalant as possible she continues her line of questions "What are the symptoms we should look out for?"

Carefully managing her brimming plate, Nova respectfully bows to Rysen before standing up to her full height once more. "Thank you, My Lord." there is a slight quirk of a tiny smirk. "Now you know why I was asking what I asked." After a cheeky grin, she peeks over to Dianara and lets out a little laugh after having heard what she said. Sighing softly, Nova looks down at her gathered goodies, then back up to the fallen noble. She looks hopefully to where Lord Mirk is, sets down said plate within his visual range, and then speedily moves to hopefully help the silly person. "Just hold still now."

Raimon lets out a heavy sigh at the calamity that has occured. He leaves his position where he was standing out of the way and mostly ignored to go and try to heft the ice dolphin off the young man

"Greetings, Sword Cillian Weatherwood of House Blackwood. I am Vanora Grimhall, the Duchess-Consort of Grihem's point, though once I was a Lycene. Long ago, and yet always, for that is how it is with Lycenes." She offers him her most engaging smile, responding then to Gianna. "A persuasive friend could manage it perhaps." Then the Nightengale calls out to another Whisper, whom Vanora greets with another smile. "A pleasure, Dianara. I've relied on Whisper House so much lately, I've a new appreciation for talents I always appreciated."

Rysen gazes at Vanora with deep respect as she mentions the losses of his family. "Your kind words are most appreciated, My Lady." Glancing to Gianna, and then back to Vanora, Rysen says, "Indeed, I love poetry and have been blessed with a muse whose voice I poorly imitate. If you ever wish to join the Bard's College, I cannot recommend it enough. There is something inspiring about working around such talented artists and performers."

When Cillian mentions the wedding in the spring, Rysen smiles warmly. "I'm happy to hear it's so close. If you need any help with the preparations, please let me or Duchess Fianna know."

"Told you," Dianara says with a faint sigh and a head shake as Lord Dolphin-Rider, the scion of House Too Drunk To Be Out Without Adult Supervision, inevitably falls and gets pinned by the sculpture. "You could always just wait for the thing to melt if he's not hurt." For a moment, the Whisper sounds -exactly- like an exasperated schoolteacher. But then, she's all friendly smiles as Vanora is introduced. Dianara tips her chin in a nod and says, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Duchess. I am pleased that Whisper House has been so useful to you."

Acantha look to Arcadia, "My Lady Leary, I don't think they've released what signs to look out for. You didn't go onto the ship though, so I would say you are alright as far as infected. Though if you would like to double check, the Marquessa Reigna has told anyone feeling unwell and was there to go to the House of Solace as the commons clinic has been closed due to things." she admits.

Just like the snowy ship battle, Nova teams up with Raimon to heft up the dolphin sculpture off the fallen lord. "Medic?!" She calls out to the others.

Gianna murmurs quietly with Vanora and peers over at the noble who was riding the dolphin. The Nightingale Whisper just sighs very faintly, shaking her head. Some people's children.

"It's so heavy!" The lordling whines as Rowenova and Raimon begin to assist each other in moving that behemoth of a piece of ice off the man. There does seem to be a generous offering of alcohol on the breath when they are close and Rowenova's call for a medic is met with the spry man of House Too Drunk To Be Out Without Adult Supervision standing up a little wobbly but none the worse for wear. "I'm fiiiiiine" He claps a hand on her shoulders. "clearly, it's not built good enough. Nothing broken!" He assures her before looking to Raimon as if to thank the man but his face falls as he gets a good look. "You're big..."

Arcadia mostly reassures herself, "It's likely just a case of the sniffles. Just poor timing." Regardless, she climbs to her feet and excuses herself, "Pardons. I should get home to rest." She gives a dip of her torso before sliding out of the seat and making her way out.

Arcadia has left the small circular table.

Puff, a dainty yellow-green canary, 2 Leary House Guards, Sir Jesmond the Giant leave, following Arcadia.

Salvador gives a quick look to Arcadia, "Marquessa Reigna Keaton had a number of those from the ship and docks at her hospice when I visited for tending not long after the fire." he suggests, "She may be able to look you over for certain." He offers, bowing his head as the woman in question excuses herself. "The weather has been rather nasty, that is for sure." He says with a slight frown as he looks over toward Acantha and offers a slight shrug.

Raimon simply scowls at the young drunk noble, looking down at him. "I am yes. Perhaps do not attempt to ride the sculptures further. He lifts his arms, crossing them over his wide chest.

"Should have just let him wait it out until it melted," Dianara offers again, sotto voce, before she returns her attention to her cake and wine.

Rysen chuckles to see the drunken lord and dolphin sculpture. Lygeia steps to Rysen's side and says something to him quietly. He nods, and then says to Gianna, Vanora and Cillian, "It seems I am being called away. Please excuse me." He offers a brief, respectful bow to Vanora and noticing Merek on his way to Alarissa, smiles warmly. "Good to see you, Sir Merek. I'm on my way back to the Black Hall, but I was hoping to speak with you too about those in quarintine."

Finding Alarissa, Rysen bows and says, "Thank you for hosting the full series of events, Your Highness. I am sorry I will not get to stay longer, and have the opportunity to see many more drunken foibles, and perhaps dance a little. It's been very good to see you, as always." He then turns with Lygeia at his side and makes his way out of the Green with a last wave to those in attendance.

Cillian nods his head, "Thank you, Lord Crovane. I do have something I like to speak with you about when you have some free time." he looks to Vanora, "And it is a pleasure to meet the Dutchess of Grihem's point." he looks back over to make sure Nova is not having to much of a issue with t hings.

When Nova tries to move the sculpture a bit further, there is that clap to her fur-clad shoulder, and she accidentally drops her end of it to the ground whereupon it breaks further. She simply sighs, but then zooms over to her filled plate (which she picks up), and speeds back. "Really, I lived with a Master Medic. You should be seen to after something like that. Believe me."

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist leaves, following Rysen.

Gianna's lips quirk up in the faintest hint of a smile at Dianara's words before she turns her attention to Cillian. "Lord Cillian, yes? I'm Gianna Whisper, Nightingale of the Bard's College. Well met."

Merek makes his way from the place also.

"Scout Rowenova, enough mothering," Mirk says, waving Rowenova over towards him. "If the lord feels he is fine, then on his head be it." He shoots Rowenova a look, and then sips at his whiskey, content to merely enjoy the show for now. "How are you, Lord Cillian? It's been quite some time since I've seen you out and about."

"But.. they're.." he gestures to the others scattered about like the sculptures across Maelstrom itself. There's a pout on his face. Rowenova's warning is brushed off with a shrug of his shoulders before he tries to slip away. Maybe to try and mess around with other sculptures, or maybe in search of more stuff drink.

Alarissa's making her way to a dais that's been set up, pausing to smile at Rysen and dip her head to him. "Thank you for coming, even if for a brief moment Lord Crovane, it was a delight to see you. Do be well" but then continues to the dais lifting her glass to gently tap a piece of silverware against it to produce a noise meant to draw attention. "While the events that we produced and you all participated in could not exactly replicate the life on the seas and even high seas at that, they were none the less meant to bring joy and the thrill of competition and more than a little fun as we find ourselves once again innundated with snow." There's a gesture to Vega. "But there was a promise that the one who scored the most points in all the events, would be gifted a prize. The design of such was from the brilliant mind of the Princess Vega, and funded by House Thrax. From rowing across the judgement green, scaling masts and catching fish, to surviving a battle at sea, someone would be waking away with something inspired by his Grace's favoured article of clothing. Princess Vega?" passing the torch to her.

Raimon continues his level stare at the young man, even as he slips off. Raimon had a face for disappointed looks and he used it to full advantage as the young lord slinked away. He turns his head as Alarissa seeks attention and stands quietly to wait.

After Mirk's call, Nova lightly frowns but wastes no time speeding closer and sitting down right there beside him, settling down her heaping plate upon her battleskirt-clad lap. She looks up when Alarissa's announcement begins, and then she smiles serenely.

Rowenova has joined the small circular table.

3 Last Watch Sentries, 3 Redrain Guards arrive, following Donella.

3 Last Watch Sentries, 3 Redrain Guards leave, following Donella.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Salvador before departing.

As Alarissa gets everyone's attention, Vega slips from 'door duty' to retrieve an item that had been hidden away for just this occasion. Gathering the item up, she moves quickly but carefully across snowy grounds towards the dais, though she remains on the ground. Instead, a smile lights up her face and those stormy blue eyes start seeking through the crowds, "After having tallied all the points from all the events together, the Grand Champion of the Snowy Seas Tournament is none other than... Scout Rowenova!" She lifts her chin to peer through the crowds until she can spot the woman at a small table out of the way. "Scout Rowenova, please come claim your prize! This was crafted by the hand of Master Apollo himself for just this event! A coat of sealskin, edged in polar bear, to keep you warm and dry on your adventures!" And she finally holds up the coat to offer towards Rowenova, still smiling brightly.

As Alarissa lifts her voice to speak, Dianara continues to nibble at her cake, but, as the Grand Champion is announced, the sweet is set aside and the Whisper brings her hands together in a round of polite applause. Somehow, she manages to refrain from giving the cake a longing glance over her shoulder.

The Princess-Consorts tapping on glass surely captured Vanora's attention, and she applauds the announced winner with a gentle smile. "A most hearty congratulations to you, Scout Rowenova." She echoes the sentiments of so many others, before carefully slipping towards the outer area of the green and then excusing herself wordlessly.

"Good job, Scout!" Acantha claps as Rowenova is announced as the Grand Champion, her new ring glittering in the lights. She then leans in to state something to Mirk and then dips her head to him.

Raimon turns his head towards Rowennova, clapping his hands together in celebration of her victory. A small nod of his head.

Mirk nudges Rowenova forwards with an elbow, if she's slow at all to step forwards, and then begins to clap enthusiastically for her victory. "And of course it could be no one but a Northerner to win the Snowy Seas Tournament," he observes, though he nods his head aside at Acantha, after a moment.

Benny The Beaver leaves, following Acantha.

Nova gratefully smiles to Lord Mirk, sets her plate up on the table the drink which he kindly poured for her. "Thank you, My Lord." Then, she waits out the suspenseful moment until her own name is finally announced, after which the young scout suddenly stands -- which somewhat displaces her chosen chair -- and flings up both her bracer-clad arms. "Yes, thank you!" says she with an excited voice, maybe doing so a bit louder than she has been speaking this whole month so far. Zooming closer to the Thrax nobles, she offers out her ringed hands and takes up the sealskin coat, "Oh my. Thank you so much! Yes, thank you!" So many thank yous! "I really appreciate this. So much. It is a lovely coat, it is!" She hugs close said coat, doing so with a bright smile. When the congratulatory words come forth, she smiles out to all those who say what they do. "Thank you so much."

Gianna carefully applauds Rowenova, not wanting to spill her drink. She offers the scout one of her brief little smiles.

Alarissa smiles as the winner is announced, dipping her head. "There was grand showings by all and inspiration to build something a bit more permanent of the obstacle courses nature within Thrax's ward. I thank you, as I am sure Princess Vega and the Countess Carita do, for participating, and helping to pass the winter along more swiftly than it otherwise would. Do help yourself to the alcohol that rests in chests around the tents and partake of refreshments and the entertainment." She looks over the crowd. "less dolphin riding if you'd please" And with that, she's stepping down to let the socializing return.

Cillian has left the small circular table.

Cillian has joined the small circular table.

Moving to join her husband, Vega pauses by Alarissa to murmur something to the Princess-Consort, smiling warmly before stepping away to let her return to her mingling. She slips in at Raimon's side, shifting in close to draw on his warmth even as she smiles up at him and offers another softly murmured exchange.

Nova sends forth a satisfied smile to Gianna, doing so whilst trading out her fur cloak for the sealskin coat with the polar lining. She quietly wows over how well it actually fits and buttoning up, too. She makes sure the tail end of her wolfy headdress is draping down the back side of the new coat before folding up her old cloak with practiced hands. "Again, thank you so much." Perhaps, she should say a bit more, but she is all flustered right now. Then, she weaves back toward Mirk once more.

Following the departure of his previous companions, and the arrival of a messenger, and a lengthy exchange between him and the runner, Salvador moves to rejoin the group celebrating the champion of the tournament, offering an awkward aplaud with his one real hand, and the artificial limb.

Cillian claps his hands as Nova is called up to claim her prize then he looks to the table as he moves to sit down joining it.

Rowenova has left the small circular table.

Rowenova has joined the small circular table.

Alarissa departs from the dais and is off to mingle once more and fulfill her duties as host with a smile on her face, tucked warmly beneath the wool and silk, the pearls falling off of it.

"You look very striking in the cloak," Mirk says, looking over the seal skin and polar bear fur with a raised eyebrow. "Truly distinctive." He smiles, very slightly, at that. "It suits you." He dips his head towards Gianna and asks idly, "How are you enjoying the party? My apologies for being so late in offering greetings. These sorts of occasions aren't my usual speed."

Gianna having applauded the winner and seen the prize distributed, Gianna finishes her drink. Mirk addresses her, and she offers him one of her flickers of a smile. "Lord Mirk. That's quite alright, we nodded hello." She delivers her empty glass to a tray and heads toward the table of Northerners. "I'm a bit cold, but I imagine none of you are."

Raimon leans his head down, murmuring softly with Vega. He lifts his head back up and looks around curiously, observing the festivities

After eating as much of the cake and sipping at as much of the wine as she desires, Dianara sets glass and plate aside, clutches her cloak around her more tightly since she is getting a bit chilly, and makes her way off. On her way to the exit, Dianara gives Gianna's arm a gentle, polite squeeze, silently letting her know that she's leaving without interrupting her current conversation.

Raimon is overheard praising Rowenova.

Raimon is overheard praising Vega.

Raimon is overheard praising Alarissa.

Gianna inclines her head to Dianara, murmuring something.

Raimon is overheard praising Carita.

"Of course not. We all have our leathers and furs, and in certain cases seal skin," Mirk observes to Gianna in a wry tone, eyeing Cillian and Rowenova both. "Though the gown does compliment you in a way that I doubt leather or furs would." After that, he falls mostly silent, rather than interrupt her exchange with Dianara, focusing his attention on the others at his table.

Whatever Gianna says makes Dianara grin and she murmurs something to her fellow Whisper in return before gracefully weaving her way through the crowd and disappearing.

So excitable is the young scout within her new coat that even though she is sitting down right now, she has not really began to chown down just yet, happily flitting her cobalt-blue, khol-lined gaze hither and yon to all the kind people. Her touched smile soon shifts to a little grin for Mirk's words before quietly mentioning a few words to both he and Cillian right there.

Gianna looks briefly amused as she exchanges some quiet words with Dianara before the other Whisper leaves; to Mirk, she says, "It's my warmest winter gown, though I assure you I look amazing in leather and furs."