Admiral Sea-Wolf and the Lady Nicia Pravus move into the hidden garden. A stately couple, he in fine military style and she in a matching gown, he holds the Pravus woman on his arm with a certain comfortable distance, proper for formality. Pausing at the door, the man murmurs to the woman... "Welcome to Arx. A city of a half million distractions. Most of them drink based. Come. I will introduce you to the hostesss, the gracious Lady Valencia. But take care she does not flee, for wolves and foxes are not friends.

"

Malik steps out onto the gardens with his fingers gently interlocked with Nisaa's own. For the masquerade this evening, the Eurusi pair are wearing masks, but not the traditional ones that disguise their appearance. Instead, the dusky-skinned artist has apparently painted both their faces - upon his own skin is the gleaming gold of the sun, with licks of orange and red to create a firey appearance, while his companion wears the stars upon hers. They speak quietly to one another in an exotic language, the conversation filled with laughter, as he pulls her out beneath the lanters straight to Valencia. Malik flourishes into a bow for the Princess, his smile bright. "Good evening, Princess Valencia," he offers in his richly accented voice.

Of course the Inquisition would come crash some masked soriee in a gambling hall. It practically calls out to be messed with! Thankfully the Inquisitor who steps into the party is not leading an entire troop of Confessor goons to liberate the party goers of any hard earned coin. Indeed, the man doesn't seem about to crack any skulls or ask any questions as his one arm is in a sling. But his scarlet jacket is on and there is a sword at his side. It seems he is on duty. Though no one can likely recall a time when he wasnt on duty.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask steps out into the garden, a swan princess afluttering in pink seasilk. She drifts past the princess, also known as the hostest with the mostest, to offer a perfectly executed curtsy before she flits off to claim a flute of sparkling wine and something delightfully sweet. "Your Highness, you know how to throw a party -" the voice behind the mask lilts lightly, "I will need to take lessons."

One of the few individuals not properly masked at least seems to have taken the time to properly groom himself. Ulfric's ginger beard was tightened up in several braids that hung around his neck exquisitely, his mustache formed into two separate swirls that decorated either of his cheeks. While not clad in proper attire for such an affair, his armor did well enough to blend in with the other theatrics of the crowd present. Upon taking her highness' offered hand, Ulfric gave a deep bow. "Thank you for your patronage, your majesty. I am... It's..." His voice trailed off into a murmur. "I like it." The ginger giant slowly receded from the rest of the party goers, finding a quaint corner to settle into.

Opia, a fat unblinking cat arrives, following Mirari.

Artorius would arrive in the garden, wearing a simple longcoat with the Malvici symbol. He never did have anything nice enough to TRULY go to a ball. He would bow to Valencia "Your highness." he says simply, smiling warmly to the kind woman he had met so many days ago.

The Dark Sun and his Twilight Sky arrive arm in arm, the former dressed in the dark hues of darkness, save for the mask itself, golden in the light. He looks upon those gathered, both masked and unmasked, and leans to comment quietly to his companion. "Shall we have a wager whether someone brought a viper to /this/ Ball?" His tone is amused, however, and he seems quite in his element.

Nicia laughs at her companion, one brow quirking upwards as she lets her eyes roam across the garden, the masks of those present, any bare faces that might be present as well before she nods, "At least it serves to be a good distraction for the evening." She inclines her head to the Admiral Sea-Wolf, "Let us go meet the Lady Valencia, then."

The little fox looks out upon the grown crowd and smiles. Glance about it is rather difficult to know who is who, but the mystery of it all seems to be rather exciting for the little Southern Princess. As people file in, the courtyard is dimly lit. Guests are allow to mingle and chat. Wine and other drinks are served by a team of smartly dressed members of the Hart's staff. "I think we shall begins soon," she smiles to a butterfly masked beauty at her side.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask walks along side of Valencia and says "Thank you all for coming to this wonderous masquerade ball! Please feel free to donate to our cause of rebuilding Arx at the end of our event. They are not at all required but greatly encouraged and appreciated! Supporting our tasks and goals is warmly welcomed here at the Golden Hart! Please enjoy the masquerade ball and not be shy to dance. I will be dancing with whomever wish to request a dance!"

Maskless, Caelis at least managed to scrounge up a dress for the occasion. Clad in red silk and lace, the young Lady Admiral is hot on the heels of her brother as she curtsies to Valencia and trots to Artorius' side with a stubborn expression.

Having added a surcoat in the Thraxian cut done in a black with a royal blue brocade to his limited attire, Edward steps in behind the masked couples and pauses in front of Valencia, "Your Highness," he bows properly with his right hand on his peace-bound sword, although stiffly for a moment. Then he rises and he smiles to her, "Thank you for the invitation." and then he too is moving along to pick up something to drink from a passing server as slips into the crowd.


The metal wolf masked man, with large wings spread out behind him finds himself in the Garden of the Golden Hart. His deep voice and blue eyes known by any would give him away, but the mirth in his voice might not be as well known. He walks over to Valencia and nods his head to her, "It is a very happy time we find ourselves finally and a grand party is no more needed then now... You are ever the fine and lovely fix I have come to know." He nods to the butterfly masked woman that speaks too... and the wolf winged masked man then finds himself a fluted drink of wine to partake, seems there is a spot left under the mask for such partaking of food and drink. But is well enough hidden for most to notice no features from it.

Coming in amidst the crowds arriving are a pair identifiable even if they are masked, the blonde fairer sex of the pair bearing a floral mask and shimmering pink-into-white sea-silk dress hugging her form while the other hasn't even bothered to dress up, wearing his usual skin-tight calfskin pants and a Lycene-style flowing linen shirt of pristine white that's at least clean for the evening. All he's done is thrown a mask on of mirrored panels in shape of a sun, but his unruly dark hair, lazy outfit and the viper-pommeled alaricite blade at his hip identifies him just as much as the pink alaricite blade at his wife's hip identifies her. Princess Ribbons and Prince Nimble have arrived! Also known more commonly as Reese and Luca Grayson. The latter leaning in to murmur to the former with a wry grin set on his lips as he bee-lines them towards drinks.

Alistair's gaze falls upon the Butterfly mask as she speaks up to greet the crowd and encourages them to donate to the cause of rebuilding Arx. The Inquisitor does not doubt that Arx needs rebuilding, or that there are those who are eager to assist, but the suspicion is rather clear on his features. Despite his dour expression, which is even more dour these days despite the recent victory, he says nothing and simply surveys those present.

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls sips her wine as the guests arrive. Long, black bangs frame a pure white porcelain mask that hides 3/4ths of the woman's face. A hint of pale skin, a flushed cheek, and full lips glossed with gold are the only secrets revealed. The mask itself is covered in delicate goldwork designs that depict the waves of the sea, rocky shores, and warships. It's all done with the precision of a true artisan. Small champagne gold pearls have been inlaid under the eyes, giving them a dramatic swoop.A seasilk gown is paired with the mask, continuing the Isle theme. Slender shoulders are exposed and the neckline is daringly low, with silk flower blossoms carefully placed to accentuate the wearer's curves. The dress' skirts are light and flowing, in shades of pastel blues and sea greens. Silken thigh highs peek out from beneath the dress and light blue slippers cover the masked woman's tiny feet. To finish it all off, her hair has been braided then pulled up into a neat bun. White Hydrangeas have been woven into the updo, their light floral scent complimenting the masked woman's citrus-y perfume.

Among the winged wolfhounds, personified celestial bodies pretty swan princesses lurks a man in a sleek cat mask of stygian black, his gender easily discernable due to his lean muscular build, style of dress and lack of certain assets. The rest of his attire is comprised of a crimson shirt, black britches and a pair of outdoorsy boots. He lingers on the outer fringe of the gathering, intent to watch for now as he sips from a glass of red wine he seems to have acquires during his journey from the mainhall and into the courtyard.

Dressed in a black dress that is /almost/ Thraxian style save for the daring cut out of flesh that runs from her collarbone down to her waist. Black leather boots on staggering heels... A woman in a stygian mirrormask shaped like that of a cat saunters in the directions of the swan princess-- What opposites they make.

Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask has joined the secret arbor.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask has joined the dance floor.

Turns to Caelis and beams, "Welcome, Lady Admiral. Thank you so much for coming. You look beautiful tonight. Lord Artorius, and you so very handsome. Please be welcome," Valencia smiles warmly to the pair. Dark eyes find Edward and the smile somehow increase. Offering a delicate hand to him she replies, "No, thank you for attending. You have not idea how happy I am to see you. Perhaps a dance later, yes?"

Someone wearing A Black Cat Mask has joined the shady tree.

A blonde woman in a floral garnet mask and a pink seasilk gown arrives while on the arm of Luca. She has pink ribbons in her hair and a silvery pink sword at her right hip. It is easy to tell she is Princess Reese. The girl looks over the room and back to Luca, giving him a smile. "You are going to dance with me? I am sure there won't be caltrops again, it couldn't happen twice." She then smiles over to Alistair.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has joined the shady tree.


    Approaching Valencia after a bit of a pause, Aurelian waits for a time to speak and says, "It is not really my element, though I suppose there is a poetic touch to the light of hope for this city to dance with light itself, even if symbolicly. If you so wish to dance I will endeavor to avoid casualties to your feet Your Highness."


Nodding, the muzzel of the golden Sea-Wolf bounces and bobs before he guides Nicia across the floor. Coming to a stop near Valencia, he does not force his way to the front of the line, but instead, holds up one glooved paw - the gloves he's wearing having tufts of fur sewn in and black claws set in the fingertips - to catch her attention and let her know an introduction awaits.

Flickering a faint smile, the Twilight Sky leans back in to murmur to her escort, "Two hundred silver says -some- type of wild creature shows up tonight." She chuckles softly and glances around before commenting, "You know, I don't believe I've ever been in here before." Her gown of umbra and seasilk is studded over with moonstones and crystal beads to further the impression of a twilight sky. The extremely pale skin may give away her own identity to those that know her.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion finds his path crossing over to Luca and Reese, far more recognizable perhaps, though if anyone knew the wounds that matched the scars they might find figuring his identity more easy, or perhaps his words and mirthful voice and what he says might as well, "Good to see you both Cousins. As always we shall ever dance among the fields of battle... Good thing they are fewer now and some fun can be had that we have all survived it."

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has left the shady tree.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino has joined the shady tree.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has joined the shady tree.

Someone wearing a silk mask of the twilight sky with moonstones and glass beads for stars has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing a mask of a Dark Sun adorned with black opals has joined the quiet clearing.

Someone wearing a silk mask of the twilight sky with moonstones and glass beads for stars has left the dance floor.

Someone wearing a silk mask of the twilight sky with moonstones and glass beads for stars has joined the quiet clearing.

The Prodigal Alistair turns to regard Reese as she mentions caltrops. He does not smile as she brings up that old folly, but he at least offers a slight inclination of his head. There better be no caltrops.

Nicia has joined the secret arbor.

Ulfric has joined the dance floor.

Nicia's content to be led around, and wait for introductions to Valencia to be made in good time. The waiting allows her to look around, watching those that come and go, an amused little smile dancing across her lips.

Ulfric has left the dance floor.

Ulfric has joined the table by the fire.

Valencia offers the metal wolf masked man a grateful smile. "I thank you, sir. You are so very kind. I hope that we will have many many more." A bright smile is offer to her beloved cousin Luca and the lovely Princess Reese, but no sooner thatn she turns to great them there is another wonderful guest to greet and a mask to admire.

Estaban is not dressed in a mask nor fine cloths but he is dressed in what he feels right in, he is dressed in his leathers done in the colors of house Saik with the sword at his side and his cape on with house Saiks lion on it. The tall saik looks around seeing who everyone is moving to and greeting he steps in that direction bowing to the Princess, "Your Highness, thank you for the invetation." he says in a bit of a deep but husky sounding voice.

It is a beautiful, warm night as guests arrive and begin to mingle in the beautifully decorated courtyard. Dimly lit with a few candles burning lowly here and there, there is a cast of mystery and anticipation about the place. The low sound of people talking blends with the soft music being played by a group of skilled musicians at the side of dance floor.

Reese looks over to the winged wolf as he draws closer, having a gentle smile for the man. "A pleasure to see you again Cousin wolf." She says in his direction. "I am glad you made it through all the battles okay." She adds a moment later. "We really should find some drinks. I wonder if they got sweet pink wine?" She then turns to Valencia, having a warm mile of greeting for her cousin-in-law.

Valencia smiles and offers little kiss on Reeses masked cheek and excuses herself to go and greet everyone properly.

Suddenly, the music picks up, causing the crowd to quieten, the sound of softly played drums begins to rise like a sensual heart beat that leads the rest of the song.

Artorius smiles to Valencia "And you princess, beautiful as always." he smiles cheerfully, before moving to somewhere he can sit. He seems more than content with smiling and listening to the conversation. Sadly, he wasn't much of a dancer (well actually, he was quite great at it, but wouldn't tell you), so he goes to take a seat, smiling at everyone as they enjoy the party.

Clad in red silks and sparking gems, a lithe dark haired figure wearing an ornate jeweled half-mask arrives upon the dance floor flanked by two similarly sultry dressed masked dancers carrying torches. Moving with an elegant grace, she dances around floor, hips and limbs moving sensually, dark eyes flashing, and lips drawn into a flirtatious and seductive smile as she and her attendants begin to light torches and candles placed around the dance floor with a kiss of each dancer's torch. The sound of music fills the courtyard with a bright and enticing rhythm that stirs the heart and blood and seems to cause may a foot to with to tap along to the beat.

As the courtyard is bathed in a warm, golden glow, hundreds of paper lanterns, are also lit, setting the Hart's the Secret Courtyard and vast gardens aglow with an intimate and magical atmosphere for guests to dance under the stars, enjoy good company and to explore some of the many secret places, arbors, clearings and pools tucked here and there along winding flat stone paths. Soft music fills the air and the scent of spring flowers mingles with the delicious aromas of the carefully prepared feast laid out on decadently decorated tables for guests to enjoy. Even the Hart's enchanting stone pools are set alight with candles and floating lily lanterns and a small but wall stocked bar for those who require a drink as they explore all that the heart

3 Fidante House Guards, Alejandro arrive, following Calista.

Their dance complete and the courtyard and garden aglow, the dancers bow humbly to the audience and step to the side to allow a slight figure dressed in flowing blood red southern silks that embrace slender waist and sultry curves to take the stage.

"Welcome to my Heart," the figure smiles as she addresses the crowd with a clear and honey sweet voice. Reaching up she removes her half-mask and Valencia graciously offers a beautiful and bright smile to those gathered.

"Tonight is a celebration of light and hope as we honour the sacrifice and celebrate the heroic bravery, strength and resilience of the people of Arx as we begin to move forward to a bright and better future as we rebuild our city," Valencia beings somberly, her glimmering dark eyes looking out the gathered guests. "We are so grateful to those who saw us through this dark time and tonight we honour that but making an offering of light to this city, so we can honour their sacrifice and celebrate the light we have found again."

"Tonight is an evening of coming together. A time to celebrate the end of darkness and a return of the light. And though we are often bold in asking for donations to support good causes, it is not expected tonight," the little dark eyed fox offers with a shy smile. "However, it is our promise to you that any funds raised by support or silver tonight will be donated to support veterans and victims of the siege and the rebuilding efforts of Arx."

"We have come through a dark time. I am so grateful to one and all in this city. The people of Arx are why we stand here today. They are why we celebrate and have hope. Thank you again for bringing your heart to ours. We hope that you will enjoy the night," the little raven-haired princess lowers her head and offers a gracious curtsey. There is another warm and gracous smile as she turns to the musicians and calls out, "Music please. Enjoy, everyone!" s she steps from the stage. The music begins anew and the masquerade begins in earnest.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask moves over to the dance floor as she says "Princess Valencia is correct, it is truly a time to celebrate! And yes please do enjoy."

The Inquisitor present speaks quietly with a chosen Confessor, sending the minion off to deliver some message. Perhaps reporting on the event to his superiors? Picking out those who could due with some questioning after they are a bit more taken with the drink? The man watches as the dancers descend to seduce the crowd. He seems unimpressed. As Valencia removes her mask and addresses the crowd in words and not the flow of dance, a slight frown creases his lips at something she says. Perhaps he would clap, if his arm was not in a sling? Unknown. But he doesn't disturb the festive atmosphere other then his dour presence.


    Offer made with no reply, Aurelian seems unphased as he steps over to the side as the announcements about the event continue on. As the hostess finishes the masked pricne gives a light applause so as not to be too disruptive of others enjoyment while also showing respect to Valencia before moving to mingle with any he might recognize, not liekyl to be easy given the abundance of masks.


"Thank you your Highness." Caelis offers to Valencia before looking up at her brother and nudging him. "Don't you dare abandon me, I think I'm going to drown in all these people." She murmurs to her brother and looks around at all the decorations.

Someone wearing a gilded grinning wolf mask arrives. Someone on the broad-shouldered, solidly built side, in a fancy brocade robe, silk shirt and hose and a big silk sash, with a very large sword sheathed at her side. Or his side. The robe makes it hard to tell, one supposes. And the mask also obscures this person's features, though it does expose her (or his) broad grin as she (or he) struts on inside, looking thoroughly entertained by the display, a mildly scarred, rough fighter's hand resting on the sword hilt.

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls seems content to drink and let the guest filter pass her. At least until she spots the familiar pink ribbons of Princess Reese. Making her way over to Reese, Luca, and the wolf masked man, the masked woman is smiling. "Princess Reese. Glad to see that you are doing well." Although the dress is far more daring than what the mild mannered girl usually wears, Reese can probably recognize the masked woman's voice.

Artorius chuckles faintly, standing up to offer his sister his arm. "Then would you like to dance?" he smiles to her kindly. "I wouldn't mind dancing with you in truth." he shrugs "Sadly, you know I'm fairly out of place at parties like these.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion bows to all and his arms flow out, "Tonight we are as one... Hope and glory has found the city still stands... To the Crown, the the people, to all that made it possible." The wolf masked man raises his glass, "To the future!" An impromptu toast.

Mael, 2 Nightgold Household Guards arrive, following Lydia.

The gingerly Thraxian claps his hands together as Valencia finishes her speech. It wouldn't be a moment longer before Ulfric was quickening his pace to the bar, and with a quick wipe of his brow already finding himself knee-deep in the fine wine on offer. His eyes darted between masked individual, one to the other. Before long the clinking of his armor and the tapping of his hands became simply apart of the background noise.

Luca of the mirrored sun mask is laughing at his wife's quip at the caltrops, catching Alistair's look at the same and nodding his way jovially despite the man's usual dourness, following it in turn with a little wave to his beloved cousin Valencia and a grinning nod of greeting to the winged wolfhound. After this, he's pausing in his bee-line for liquor or servant bearing liquor, giving that drink a wistful sort of expression, then sighing and moving to wrap his arms around Reese from behind and lean down to kiss her neck carefully so as not to prick her with the points of the mirrored sun mask. "For you, love, I'll apparently do away with buffer of alcohol." He pauses to listen to the proceedings and claps to the speech from his cousin, then snags up Reese of the floral garnet's hand and starts off towards the dancefloor with her, saying to the winged wolfhound. "To the future! Duty calls though. Wish us luck to avoid the caltrops and collisons!"

Luca has joined the dance floor.

Edward drifts to the edges of the crowd and raises his glass in Valencia's direction after she speaks and to the toast given. He then continues to sip on it as he looks around and then begins to make his way slowly over towards the table by the fountain.

Edward has joined the table by the fountain.

Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask steps off into the secret (Not so secret) arbor with Nicia, and his furred hands reference various people, as he explains them to the newcomer from setarco.

Valencia looks for Prince Auelian to give answer but he seems to melt into the crowd before she can reply. Marking where he has gone so that she may find him later she turns to smile at the person wearling Winged Wolfhound of Bastion and raises her glass, "To the future," she calls out and smiles. A grateful smile is sent his way and another to Ulfric as he makes his way to the bar.

Aurelian has joined the tranquil stone pool.

Another enters not late really because he'd been here already, though he is wearing a mask of his own make it really is nothing more than some decoritive cloth covering the mans eyes and down to his nose. He glances about the room before finding the one he'd sought. Graham will move over towards the princess. "Good evening your highness." He greets her with a smile coming upon his lips.

Nicia follows where led, nodding along with the quiet conversation, looking when required, but otherwise she seems to be actively working on absorbing everything for later use.

Griffin, a gray falcon arrives, delivering a message to Graham before departing.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask raise her glass as she as she says "To the future." After she sips upon her glass, her eyes look about over all the masks present, a smile curling her lips.

Someone wearing a garnet floral mask has joined the dance floor.


    Slipping away to one of the pools, Aurelian croaches down and looks into the water itself, perhaps studyignnit, or simply looking at the light-related properties of his mask, as he does seem to slowly turn his head at different angles here and there.


Estaban moves to find himself a drink and then a tree to lean up against watching as everyone moves about and dances and chats happy to just be leaning against the tree and watching.

Estaban has joined the shady tree.

Estaban has left the shady tree.

Shaking her head, Caelis looks up at Artorius and nods. "Sure. A dance couldn't kill either of us, probably." She tells him and pauses with a look at the crowd. "Probably." Gathering her skirt in one hand, Caelis places the other on her brother's arm lightly. "Then at least we can say we came and saw and danced." She tells Artorius. Spotting Estaban also maskless she waves to the Saik.

Estaban has joined the stand of trees.

Mael, 2 Nightgold Household Guards leave, following Lydia.

Pariah, The StormCrow arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask before departing.

Griffin, a gray falcon arrives, delivering a message to Graham before departing.

Fritz, The Varied Bunting arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask before departing.

Someone wearing A Black Cat Mask proceeds to casually rest his back against the tree he has decided was his, even though there were others present nearby. Marking his territory. In his head, he was beginning to place identities with each mask -- a fun game to him.

Shrouded in the shadows of the night, black silks draw upon Calista's licentious curves like a lover who clings to her every move. She slips through the throngs of people with her feline gait, strong, powerful, full of confidence without a care for the deep slits of her skirts that bare the bronzed flesh beneath.

Someone wearing Kitten Mask strides into the Hidden Garden with a sauntering gait. Her corset dress and heels creating a statuesque silhouette. The young woman albeit masked smiles to herself as she looks around the room. It was very much a scene. She chewed her lip as she noted so many other people wearing feline masks. Cursing herself for not having the foresight to do something else she sighs and shakes her head. Walking over to the hostess, she leans down to give her a hug. "Hello your highness, I hope your evening is going well."

Mael, 2 Nightgold Household Guards arrive, following Lydia.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has left the shady tree.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has joined the dance floor.

Artorius smiles to his sister "Probably not." he reassures to her with a warm smile. Together, he walks with her to the dance floor, eventually assuming the stance for dancing. He would smile at her "You look beautiful today sister." he smiles.

Caelis has joined the dance floor.

Artorius has joined the table by the fountain.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion walks the place, sipping his drink, around torches, the blue eyes gazing here and there, but one spot they watch more. Even if the wings brush someone they will find they are the softest leather and flow easily around such collisions. There was merriment in the wolf man's step and light beat to the music as he finds another glass of wine from a server that passes, placing on the tray the empty glass first.

Artorius has left the table by the fountain.

Artorius has joined the rose garden.

Artorius has left the rose garden.

Artorius has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino lifts her glass up when toasts are made, taking a long drink of her wine. Then the glass is set aside and she takes the hand of the owman in the swan princess mask. She smiles toward the other woman and aims ot lead her out to the dance floor.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino has left the shady tree.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask steps out from beneath the shady tree in the company of the feline with the stygian columbino mask on, to guide her toward the dance floor. One compliments and contrasts the other.

Ulfric downed his third glass of wine as the festivities of the night dragged onwards. Occasionally his eyes darted this way or that, to the felines roaming the land to the wolves in attendance. There was even swans, butterflies, stars themselves. It would have been marvelous if it wasn't so alien all the while. His anxieties evaporated as quickly as the fourth glass of wine and he would soon be onto the fifth.

Someone wearing Kitten Mask has joined the tranquil stone pool.

"Do you want to go dancing?" Malik asks Nisaa with a cant to his head, a touch wide-eyed at all the masked people and lights and goings on. But the dance floor seems inviting, and he catches two glasses of wine from a servant to pass onto his star-faced companion beside him as he starts that way. Along the way, he catches sight of Alistair, and he gives the man a curious sort of look, inclining his head slightly to the man with a light smile. "Good evening," he offers up, his voice richly accented with a foreign tone. "You are not looking like a guest at a party, but a man on guarding duty. Are you a guard?"

Being 'that guy' who has barely made an attempt to dress up, Agnarr finds a place to start sharing in the feast.

Edward finishes his glass of wine and then smiles as he begins to try the game of picking out people he knows, although that is not as many as he thought given the attendance. Still he begins to slowly carouse his way over to the dance floor and hover along the edges looking at those gathered.

Edward has left the table by the fountain.


    The crystal mask tilts to the side as Aurelian nods to the one in the kitten mask and says, "Greetings, I trust you are enjoying the event so far?" in a polite tone.


Edward has joined the dance floor.

Alistair stares at Malik as if this is the complete opposite of a good evening. The stare lasts a second too long as if the Inquisitor is search either for an excuse... or some darkness deep in Malik's soul. "I am in Inquisitor." He says in his rather harsh whisper. As if that is obvious enough.

Calista quietly makes her way towards a tall dour looking man. She sweeps behind him, trailing the tips of her fingertips over a shoulder, and murmurs near his ear. "Fancy seeing you here, Inquisitor Alistair. Have you come to see how the other half lives?"

Someone wearing Kitten Mask walks over to the stone pools with a bit of a smirk on her face. She did not neccessarily know who she was going to engage in conversation but it was a delightful surprise. The young kitten, with drink in hand, looks into the waters for a moment before speaking to him. Her voice was husky and held a certain sultriness to it. "Have you ever gotten in?"

Valencia gives a bit of a concerned look Ulfric's way and beings to make her way towards him, slipping in and out of the crowd with agile grace. She pauses as though se fels eyes upon her and she glances to the crowd. Immediately her cheeks flush as she looks back to meet the gaze.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask is among the late comers to arrive to the event, but when she enters, she seems thrilled to be here. What can be seen of her face has a large smile and she stops long enough to suck in a breath and take in the room. And then she is stepping to the side as she lets her eyes float over all of the attendees, seeming to try and take in everything.

Reese joins the dance floor with Luca. The girl seems all excited to be with him right now. "Yays, dancing, we can try this again. Make sure you are ever bit as nimble as dancing with me as you are with sparing me Luca." She murmurs and then tries to dance with him. She is agilely graceful, but untrained at dancing.

Someone wearing a gilded grinning wolf mask is recognizable to anyone who's familiar with newly minted knights and their preference for big swords, fancy silks, and very large hats. The grinning wolf wanders about, strutting, an appreciative taking in the many lights that glint off the gilding. Careful, however, not to ruin that expensive looking robe by getting to close to anything lit. There is a bar, so the wolf prowls over in that direction to pick up a glass of wine, before meandering further.

Estaban spots Caelis and Artorius a smile cracks over his face when she waves, sipping his drink he waves in return. His attention goes back to looking around for thr moment his eyes fall to Valencia and then Ulfric.

"Oh. An In-quiz-eet-tor," Malik repeats the words that Aistair uses, stumbling over the syllables but managing to actually say the word precisely. He exchanges a momentary look with Nisaa, before he glances back up to Alistair, studying him for a long moment. "Do you not party, then?" he asks, before he looks to Calista and beams a smile at her. "Oh, Nisaa, look - it is the Duchess I was painting a portrait for. Duchess Calista," he flourishes a bow. "Had you told me you were coming, I would have painted your face like I have been doing for me and Nisaa."

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls looks towards Agnarr withe the tiniest of smiles before making her way over to him. She's clearly made an effort to dress up but doesn't seem put off by his lack of a fancy outfit. "I believe I owe you a dice game. From a few weeks ago. Pity Armel isn't here this time."


    Aurelian shakes his head to the kitten mask, causing a prismatic display of color and light and says, "I am not the type to engage in such things publicly. I suppose Valardin blood is stronger in some of us than others." Aurelian at least doesn't seem to be trying to hide his identity. The fact his attire is pretty much the same as normal for anyone who's seen him before is proof of that. Along with his voice and manner of speech of course.


Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask leads, with an amused shake of his head, Nicia to the dance floor, on the lip and edge of the next song. A formal number, like most public dance, he raises a hand to take hers, and steps into the practiced form of the dance.

Olivia, as the recent comer she is to the city, is perhaps without some of the extensive wardrobe of some of her peers. So no mask, or even a particularly grand gown - though she's at least wearing her better one, a pink and sort of overly frilly affair reminiscent of spring flowers. Don't tell her she's off season! Of course, upon stepping in, she's immediately struck by the glamorous crowd, holding a hand to her breast and lightly gasping. "Oh my! What a gathering this is."

Reese smiles over the lady with the golden pearls, seeming to notice her belatedly, but maybe she got all distracted by Luca and dancing. "Oh, a pleasure." She says warmly in her direction. "You look lovely." She adds a moment later.

Unmasked and lightly armored, Agnarr is easy to catch, plus he's also part Formori (possibly literally.) He looks down towards Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls, briefly puzzled, as he starts to dig into food. "Aye, I remember. Kind of noisy here for that, I reckon."

Ulfric's eyes slowly dance their way over to Valencia after he made a strong display in tolerance from his sixth glass of wine. Somehow with all of that alcohol running through his system, he still managed well enough to maintain his forward grace. "Your highness." He almost sputtered, caught entirely off guard at being approached in this state of mind. He straightens up immediately, hoisting his shoulders up right and center to address her. "My apologies, I thought I was erm... alone, over here."

Agnarr has joined the table by the fountain.

"Master Malik, it is good to see you again." Calista turns her attention to the artist with a smile that slowly warms the features of her face. "It was but a last minute decision. I wish I would have known you were offering face painting. Perhaps for the next event. I will keep that in mind." She gives Malik a little bow of her head. "I should like to thank you again for your exquisite portrait. Lord Inigo was quite moved by how you perfectly detailed my likeness on canvas."

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion howls out, his voice crying into the dark, "In darkness walked, in light once stalked, once more we find, the beast to find. What is will be, we drink to thee, sun, hope and life, now ends our strife. We here are those, that hear my prose, to victories bound, so howls the hound." The winged man then bows and down his drink in one more gulp. It may throw someone off to who might have guessed his identity for one to speak so happily, something that often that man has never done, especially during the siege and not near close friends or family.

Nicia follows her companion out onto the dancefloor, taking his hand and settling her own in place before she lets him lead. It gives her a good chance to look around once more, watching the others that are dancing and those that aren't before she turns back to Prowling Wolf with a smile, "This isn't so bad. Next, we should try to introduce me to all the people."

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask's eyes seem to land on a couple in one of the clearings and her lips twitch upwards as if in private amusement. Her hands, long and slender move to meet each other behind her back, and she continues to walk further into the courtyard with a playful gait that sends her skirt swaying side to side until she finally settles down by the roses, appropriately enough.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask has joined the rose garden.

"I am sorry to intrude, sir. I just wished to see if you are alirght, Missere Ulfric? Should you need for anything, please let us know, yes?" Valencia offers sweetly, with a gentle smile. She glances out to the crowd and notes that one face is a little and her brows knit slightly. "Your pardon. I should go and greet the Inquisitor, yes?" Making her way through the crowd again, she finds her way to Alistair, greeting him with a warm bright smile and an offer of a delicate hand. "My lord Inquisitor, welcome to my Hart. I hope you are enjoying the party."

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls grins at Reese, not seeming bothered by the delay. If anything, she looks like she thinks the couple looks quite cute. "Thank you, your highness." She murmurs before dipping off to pester Agnarr. "Not much else to do besides eat." She says glancing down at the man's plate. "Unless you'd like to dance." The masked woman seems amused as she leans against a nearby chair.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino slides one hand onto the hip of the swan princess, the other clasping with the swan's opposite hand. Her fingers lightly held. As she begins to sweep in circles with the other woman she glances in the direction of Edward. A soft murmur escaping her.

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls has joined the table by the fountain.

Agnarr has left the table by the fountain.

Agnarr has joined the dance floor.

Agnarr has left the dance floor.

Agnarr has joined the table by the fountain.

"What? And share you? I am a greedy wolf." Says the Prowling Wolf as he moves with Nicia. "And for the most part, I'm clueless as to who these people are. Some of them, not wearing masks I know, but everyone else is a mystery." He says, coming in for the closer embrace of the dances faster moments. "but I will try to please you."

Her face painted like a night sky, shining with stars, Nisaa stands rather in awe of all the beautiful masks around her. She is quiet, next to Malik who seems to be the more social of the pair tonight. His introduction to Calista has her finally coming to focus and she dips her head and does a small curtsy to the woman. "It is a pleasure to be meeting you, Duchess Calista. I am called Nisaa Whisper." She turns to whisper something into Malik's ear in a language that likely sounds quite foreign.

"Uhm..." Ulfric really didn't have a proper response to any of those questions. If anything, he was proper flabbergasted at the moment that these were even being thrown his way. He felt a pit forming in his stomach, one that was building slowly and keenly to the surface. He could only be thankful that he was utterly alone again when she made her way out, though he didn't quite take time to notice that he'd never actually answered any of her questions outside of a wry stare. It was onto the seventh glass after that.

And then Calista claims his attention. "You assume I do not know how the other half lives?" He asks with a slightly raised eyebrow, Alistair seeming to have no problem with the handling the party. "This appears a bit of a different affair then what a Lycene would enjoy..."

Someone wearing a mask of a Dark Sun adorned with black opals has left the quiet clearing.

Someone wearing a mask of a Dark Sun adorned with black opals has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing a silk mask of the twilight sky with moonstones and glass beads for stars has left the quiet clearing.

Someone wearing a silk mask of the twilight sky with moonstones and glass beads for stars has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing A Black Cat Mask slinks his way towards the food and refreshments. His wine glass is still in hand, so his intentions are to acquire the former. He plucks up a plate and begins to pile on a variety of meat. And maybe a green thing here and there.

Someone wearing A Black Cat Mask has left the shady tree.

Nicia laughs at that, "Yes, share me." She replies, looking amused by the very idea, half her attention still on the crowd around them. But then she turns her attention back to her dancing partner, "Oh, will you try? I'm greatly honored that you will try to please me."

Edward stands just off to the side of the floor where others dance and he keeps a hand tucked behind his back as he finishes what is left of his wine with the other. He sets it on the tray of a passing server and glances back to the floor, with something prompting him to smile. With that though he goes back to a light regard of people watching, taking in the marvelous masks that adorn the garden on the peoples.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask moves along the outside of the dance floor, moving to the music, without a partner. A smile upon her face that can be seen but the mask not covering the bottom half of her face as she watches people dance with one another.

Someone wearing a mask of a Dark Sun adorned with black opals , arm-in-arm with the Twilight Sky, moves from the quiet clearing to the dance floor. The tall man then turns to his companion, and soon leads her into a dance. He leans closer to her when he wishes to speak, his words drowned in the sounds of other conversations, to be heard only by the Twilight Sky.

The man in the falcon mask arrives alone, but he seems naturally comfortable that way. His clothes aren't particularly fancy, but they suit his tall and broad build well. Given that so many are masked, and he's arrived around the same time as the young Ashford woman, he greets, "Olivia," in a voice that she should recognize. "I'm glad to see you out to enjoy yourself."

Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask drops his voice as the dance ends, then turns on Nicia's arm to try and locate someone he KNOWS. Jayus, this place is assholes and elbows with people in masks.

Nisaa blushes a bit, but most of the color is hidden beneath the paint that adorns her skin. She smiles to Malik though, her eyes peering out from the 'mask' with a brightness only intensified by the dark around them.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion continues his stalk of nothing, but it seems the butterfly masked woman he does come across, "Good evening... You look as if you would like to dance? I prowl far better, but I am willing to give such a try for a time this night of merriment?

Calista idly plays with the a shimmering columbina mask she holds in her hand but does not let it settle on her face or tie it behind her head. She is happy to just bring it up to her face every now and then, playing coy when she can. "Mistress Nisaa, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Shadowed emerald eyes settled on the beautiful painted face of the dancer as they speak. "I have heard many wonderful things about you; from a little birdy of course." The Duchess of Roses watches both Malik and Nisaa for a moment through the veil of thick, dark lashes. A hint of amusement plays upon the fullness of her lips. Alistair remains in her periphery and she leans back to whisper something in his ear. She forms her words softly and with care, it is not unlike the whisper of a lover or perhaps it just appears to look that way.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask offers as smiles smile to the man in the wolfhound mask as she says "I would love to dance. Thank you for asking." She begins to move with him along the dance floor.

Nicia laughs quietly at something, but lets her companion lead her off the dancefloor. She looks around, none of those in the masks are familiar except for the one whose arm she is on, but then again, none of the ones NOT wearing a mask are familiar, either. "We could simply start on one end, and work our way to the other."

Malik dips down to return Nisaa's whisper in a quiet voice, flashing her a bright smile before he looks back up to Calista, and utters a low chuckle. "There are many wonderful things to be saying of my dancer friend," he says, looking back to Nisaa with more than just a hint of warmth in his eyes. But then he gives a shake of his head, and flouishes another bow to Calista and Alistair both. "I will be leaving you to the company of your In-quiz-eet-tor while my friend teaches me a thing or two on the dance floor," he says in parting, before he leads Nisaa over to where the dancing is happening, saying to Nisaa, "You will not be very mad at me if I am stepping on your toes, will you?"

Malik has joined the dance floor.

Olivia seems a little nervous on the edge of the group, watching people pass with an appropriate measure of awe in her large blue eyes, occasionally spying a particular dress or mask that is of particular note and following the wearer (with her gaze alone, naturally) as he or she progresses through the party. But she startles slightly when someone addresses her, only to settle just as quickly, smiling as the man in the falcon mask addresses her. "Well, I was just speaking with my sister and her... friend earlier, and it came up that I ought... broaden my horizons a bit, now that I am in the city. This seemed an ample opportunity. Though I admit, it is a little overwhelming."

Valencia teps back from the buzzing crowd and smiles to herself and her guests take to the dance floor and into the gardens to explore. She takes a deep breath and tucks a curl of dark hair behind her ear taking a moent to just enjoy the magic of the event and the buzz of convrsation, laughter and music as it fills the heart of the Hart.

Nisaa has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion makes it is a simple request and no one should go without such that night, even the wolf with wings. An hand in the one with the butterfly mask another around the waist in a more classic way, "It is a pleasure and is it not why we are here?"

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing a silk mask of the twilight sky with moonstones and glass beads for stars follows the Dark Sun out to the dance floor with a faint smile playing about her lips. The seasilk overlay of her dress billowing out behind her to ripple and twinkle as she moves. Upon the dance floor, she takes the starting pose with her partner, smiling up t at him before moving into the opening steps of the dance. His softly spoken comments have her laughing softly before tilting her head in to offer a murmured response for his ear alone.

"Of course I can dance, stone toes!" Caelis tells Artorius and makes faces pretending to be pained. "Like the singing thing, filled with many surprises." She winks to her brother and nods to the refreshments as they move passed. "Wine break! "

Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask glances sidelong at Nicia, as he leads her to Valencia... his voice drops low, and then he presents, this time more forcefully... "Princess Valencia Redrain, may I offer the introduction of Lady Nicia Pravus, of Setarco, which I am told is where all the pravans are from, which seems, to me, dreadfully boring, all being from one city. But I have ben to Setarco, and I assure you, its big enough to be fun for everyone. I'm rambling because formality ill suits me."

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask easily rests her hand upon the wolfhound's shoulder as the other rests within the grasp of his hand. Her steps then begins to move as she softly speaks to him.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 49 higher.

Artorius smiles to Caelis at her statement, knowing full well she jests with him. He winks lightly in return, walking with her to the refreshments table. When Luca almost bumps into him, he doesn't seem to mind Luca barely dodging the pair, he does smile to him with a warmth.

Turns to the gentleman wearing a prowling wolf mask and smiles and then nods to Nicia, "Lady Nicia Pravus, I am so very pleased to meet you. Please be very welcome in my Hart," she replies, dark eyes dancing as she offers the lady a delicate hand in greeting. "You look beautiful tonight. Are you enjoying the party, my lady?"

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 6 lower.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask may be sitting alone, but she doesn't seem to mind. Her eyes are on the dance floor and she looks rather like someone watching a play, although the mask makes it hard to tell what she thinks of it. The play must have a staring couple, because although she does let her gaze touch all the dancers, they always return to the Dark Sun and twilight sky.

Nicia murmurs something in response to her companion before she flashes a smile to Valencia, "A pleasure to meet you, Your Highness." She reaches out to take the hand, executing a quick curtsey before she nods, "I am, I was just begging for introductions, since so far....I know you and him here tonight."

"If I'd known you were going to come, I could have had a mask made for you as well. But we can take care of that for the future still, I suppose. That is, if you want one." The man in the falcon mask sounds as though he'd understand if Olivia didn't want that, however. "These occasions *are* rather overwhelming sometimes." The man has some things in common with the young woman, after all.

Graham watches the princess glad to see her happy. "Would you care to dance m'lady" The young soldier with the makeshift mask asks though Valencia will probably recognize his voice or something about him that gives him away. This is okay with him. "

Nisaa flashes a charming smile to Calista before turning back to Malik. "He is flattering, and far too kind, I am sure. But I am content with him speaking of things so fondly to others." She is then dips her head as Malik sweeps the them onto the dance floor. Shaking her head she promises the man, "I will be nto mad at you at all. I am certain you will dance as light as air."

Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask smiles then to Valencia. "Perhaps... you could assist me a bit - I don't recognize many of the people here, which makes introductions hard. Could you introduce us both to a few of your guests?"

Caelis has left the dance floor.

Rohm the Blackguard have been dismissed.


    Aurelian stands from his place by the pools and leads the individual in the kitten mask towards the arena, making no attempt to be sneaky, likely just trying to get to a less crowded area.


Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion is perhaps distracted some, and not use to the wings behind him, he isn't the best dancer it seems, even if the man has the hands of a swordsman, and one well versed with such a weapon from the calluses he has. "Excuse my awkwardness upon the floor." This to the butterfly masked woman, his eyes casting around some too perhaps that isn't helping. But he doesn't make any harmful mistakes either.

Aurelian has left the tranquil stone pool.

Arianna has left the tranquil stone pool.

Xenovia the Courtesan, Arianna leave, following Aurelian.

Olivia holds up her hands. "Oh, you could hardly have known and it was short notice as it is. I was debating coming until I was through the doors." A somewhat awkward smile offered here, though it settles quickly into a more resolute look. "Though I think we could agree now that I am, well, here, and a young woman who shall be out and about in society, I ought have some appropriate outfits and accessories." And here, a slightly more impish grin, "For family pride, if no other reason." Yep, not her desire to play dress up!

"I would be so very happy to, Sir Wolf, but I am not sure how to introduce you," Valencia grins playfully, dark eyes giving the mask another careful study. Graham's arrival causes her to turn and offer him a smile, and a little wave of hand to invite him to the conversation. "But just so, I would be very pleased to do so. My gallant Lord Graham, may I introduce to you Lady Nicia Pravus and Sir Wolf. Lady, Sir, this is the very gallant Lord Graham of Stonewood."

Many likely go beat red or have a playful smile form on their lips when the Rose of Tor deins to whisper to them whatever sinful words she weaves. Alistair does not react except to stare at her. "Indeed I am aware of how the Lycene do their parties." He responds to her with his flat tone. If he is a lover... he is a cold one! He watches as Malik departs, giving a slight grunt.

Amidst the dance of the celestials, the Dark Sun seems to take notice of the Delicate Mountain Bloom. He does not say anything, nor does he break from the dance with the Twilight Sky. But he does hold his companion closer as they dance. And perhaps the notice of the Bloom brings... amusement? Difficult to tell, from such a distance, and with only his eyes to tell the tale...

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask seems to easily avoid having her toes stepped upon as she dances with her partner. A soft giggle escapes her lips as she says "Worry not, I have practice many a year for this is all. I could give you lessons sometime if you wished it."

Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask turns to Graham... "I am told my cousin, the dame of butterflies, is taken with the Lord of the Stone Woods, and they may soon wed if all goes well. A pleasure, Lord Graham."

Nicia laughs quietly when Valencia mentions not knowing how to introduce the wolf, then she inclines her head to Graham when he is introduced, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Graham." She pauses, listening to the tidbit offered by the wolf, her smile then widening some, "Congratulations on your future wedding."

Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask murmurs... "Not him, his older brother."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino before departing.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask looks to the one in the prowling wolf mask as she says "To the Marquis Malesh of the Stonewoods to be precise.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion nods to the offer, "I've been offered such before too... Perhaps now the siege is over I look to such things, even if it is only a little to get by in celebrations such as this. That and things can be very eye catching when such costumes are warm... masks worn. Maybe when it is over and the revaluing done we can discuss more about that. I should learn such social things."

There's a warm smile in response to the Dark Sun pulling her in closer. A murmured response if offered an something akin to amusement? plays about the Twilight Sky's mostly covered features while they twirl about the dance floor.

Someone wearing Visage of the Falcon laughs at Olivia's reasoning for having appropriate outfits and accessories, but he can hardly argue. "Something like that. I... did not plan well for the occasion. But Shadow managed to put me together rather nicely, I think. I wouldn't have expected it of him, to be honest." Why that is, the man keeps to himself. "Perhaps I should leave you to mingle with society at large in the mean time, hmm?"

Estaban continues to hold up his tree sipping his drink, he is not use to being at these kind of gatherings, his eyes roam around falling on Caelis and her brother again lingering for just a moment then they look away and move to look to valencia then off again only knowing dew but not many.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino checked dexterity + alchemy at difficulty 24, rolling 20 higher.

Looking up at her brother, Caelis draws a breath. "I'm just going to slip into the other room a moment, too warm from dancing in this dress." She begs out, abandoning Artorius with a smile and fanning her face with her hands.

Rohm the Blackguard leaves, following Caelis.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask's eyes are on the dance floor for a few more minutes, a smile playing on her lips. Then she rises from her seat and begins to move. Darting a glance back to the dance floor now and again, she eventually makes her way to Estaban and settles down next to him.

He will offer a hand over to the newly introduced "A pleasure to meet you m'lady." Graham smiles to her though looks back to Valencia for a moment and considers. "Not to steel you away, but would you care for a dance at some point tonight?" He looks hopeful to his questions.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask has left the rose garden.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask has joined the stand of trees.

Letting out a rich burst of baritone laughter at something murmured by the floral and pink Princess Ribbons in his arms, Luca of the mirrored sun mask offers back to her. "No worries there certainly, love." With that, the Champion prince is spinning the pair of them off the dancefloor ance once more towards alcohol or food, taking him past their hostess, so that he can beam a loving smile her way followed by a quick apologetic nod to those round her in conversation. "Sorry to interrupt, Val darling, but just wanted to say you're masq is a hit. Quite the turnout for the Hart and hopefully good for the city in donations." He doesn't seem like he's going to stick around for introductions, given that Luca's utter shit at that whole etiquette thing, but Reese might hold him back from the drinks and food long enough to say more to them all.

Luca has left the dance floor.

Reese has left the dance floor.

Artorius gives a light look to Caelis as she leaves, shrugging Very lightly. He takes a seat, watching everyone dance and enjoy themselves.

"Well, you are likewise newly back to the social circuit as well, so I am sure some leniency is warranted. And..." Olivia turns to peer up the Falcon's chest toward the mask itself, "It does seem he did a fine job on short notice. It suits you." Saying this, and suggested that she mingle, she glances sidelong into the dancing throng and considers it. "Perhaps. Though I ought say the same thing. And between the two of us, one's successes on the dance floor are far more a matter of family interest than the other, hmm? I would say, it's practically your duty to be out there sweeping off feet, and so on."

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 19 higher.

Reese follows along with Luca. She seems a bit overwhelmed by the crowd. A warm smile is given to Valencia. "It is very lovely." She murmurs softly. The girl does snag them each a glass of wine.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask returns her attention to the one in the wolfhound mask as she says "Perhaps so. I am not much of a fighter, but we all have our seperate talents after all."

The corners of her lips curve into their very infamous Tehom-may-care grin just then. There's a flicker of amusement in the shadows of her eyes as Calista considers Alistair for a moment. A sweeping glance brushes over the dance floor not watching any one in particular. Long slender fingers sift through the length of her cinnamon kissed locks but they fall in a whisper against her cheek, partially veiling her face. She brings the mask to her face and murmurs again to the Inquisitor. "It is only a faux pas when one follows trends. I am not a follower, Inquisitor Alistair. Have you forgotten?"

Valencia gives a little laugh as Luca swings by with typical Luca pinache. "Thank you. Luca. You are very sweet to say so. Perhaps you might call on me late so we can discuss the tourneys we will be hosting? I should like to have our champions set sooner than later, yes?" she smiles up at her beloved cousins as he moves by. A bright smile is oftered to Reese and a light kiss upon the cheek with a murmured, "You both look lovely. Thank you for coming. It makes me so happy to see you both, I cannot tell you." Returning to the conversation at hand, the little fox nods to Graham, "I would be very glad to dance, yes, please."

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion nods, "Indeed." he looks to the group that is around the hostess, Valencia, seems there was something being discussed with his current dance partner, "And all of that has helped us pass the troubled times before so that we may celebrate now."

Someone wearing a gilded grinning wolf mask is contentedly lounging near the bar area, watching all the pretty masks and pageantry while sipping on a glass of red wine. And she (presumably) also plucks up a small flaky pie sort of thing, which she then nibbles on between sips. "These are pretty good." she says to Luca in passing, if he's off to look for food. Whereas Reese gets a "Your Highness." and a polite nod of her head.

Someone wearing a prowling wolf mask turns with Nicia then, to approach Luca. "And this, Lady Nicia is Prince Luca Greyson, though recdently of Velenosia. And this, is his wife, the Princess of Ribbons and bloodshed, Reese Grayson. A lovely couple, I'm sure."

"Prince Luca, Princess Reese... This is lady Nicia Pravus, younger sister to Duchess Belladonna."

"It was a pleasure." Nicia murmurs to Valencia before she is pulled off once more to meet more people, inclining her head to both Luca and Reese when she is introduced to them, "A pleasure you meet you both, Your Highnesses."

Estaban seems to have a visitor and so sits down speaking quietly with whom ever is wearing A Delicate Mounrain Bloom Mask.

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls has rolled 1 6-sided dice: 5

Reese nuzzles her cheek into Valencia's kiss. She gives up on the mask thing and pulls her's off. She then smiles toward Nicia. "A pleasure to meet you. I know the Duchess a little. She is married to my cousin."

Along the dance, Twilight Sky offers a few soft remarks to the Dark Sun before chuckling and seeking out the Mountain Bloom with her eyes and offering the wom a small wave and smile before stepping just a closer to the Dark Sun.

On the Dancefloor a woman wearing a stygian mirrormask in columbino style shaped like a cat is dancing with a woman who compliments in a contrasting way-- where the Cat is dark, the Swan Princess is all light. Emerald eyes flash with amusement as she pulls the other woman closer for a very, very Lycene style slow dance.

Alistair is content with his own personal mask, one devoid of almost all emotion that would make Sentinel truly proud. "The trends are changing every day it seems. I believe the trend in the Thrax Ward was to have a nice wall..." he rumbles out as he tries to clasp his hands behind his back, but is then reminded of the sling his one arm is in. His typical behind the back clasp and rigid stance don't work so well. "Planning to dance?" he inquires. He clearly... is not.

"Perhaps if I'm lucky, *you'll* find the love of your life and I can simply make your offspring my heirs instead." Falcon-face is almost certainly teasing Olivia. Whatever sliver of truth might be hinted at in his voice, there's a hearty laugh to back it up. "I think I need a drink before I start a hunt of the dance floor, in any case." He hesitates, though, a silent invitation for her to join him if she wishes, or to stay if she would prefer to experience the company of less familiar... well, faces probably isn't the right word.

Agnarr has rolled 1 6-sided dice: 5

While Olivia does laugh at this idea, this joke, as it is surely intended, it is a mildly nervous laugh. Just in case he's in any small part serious! "A drink to fortify your bravery and loosen your silver tongue seems a reasonable first step. I think, though, that I may just... observe a while longer. Do enjoy yourself and... good hunting. Do not let us down!" Now she teases, before resuming her wallflower routine.

Luca rolls eyes a little playfully melodramatic at Valencia's talk of Champions, groaning out. "Guh, duties!" But he's nodding in agreement to it as he smiles on her kissing Reese on the cheek. When the dance with Graham part comes up, he arches a brow but laughing offers that man's way. "Watch out for her, G. Foxes are wiley in their seductions and fierce in their furies when one treads on their paws on the dancefloor. Especially Northern ones." It's a beloved sort of teasing of Valencia though, and soon enough he's distracted with the gilded wolfs offering of food advice earning his attentions with a big anticipatory glance that way. But before he can take their advice up with a nodded thanks, another wolf, this of the prowling sort, is approaching he and his wife, and that whole etiquette thing has him. He's giving a lopsided sort of grin Nicia's way though beneath the pointy mirrored sun mask, bowing to her gracefully. "Always a pleasure to meet new fellow Lycenes and Pravus and Velenosa have always been close. Pleasure." Cinnamon eyes then eye the prowling wolf with canted head and he's peering closer, offering his way. "Gah but I suck at masquerades. Who's that doing the introducing Sir Wolf, or you playing the Mystery Man card heavy tonight?"

One can only watch the dancers, graceful or not, for so long before one must shift their attention. Edward smiles and watches the floor a moment longer before he begins to drift walking around the edges of the dance floor, letting him look past the dancers to other meetings of people.

"Mhmm." Calista's reply is akin to a purr in the back of her throat. She gestures to the dance floor and casts Alistair an inquisitive glance. "Care to be my first? Rumor has it the quiet ones know the best moves."

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls has rolled 1 6-sided dice: 2

Estaban brow raises looking to the person sitting next to him as they talk.

Maximilian slides the mask off , holding the Prowling wolf in his hands now. "Tis I, Maximilian of Darkwater. But... I fear I am growing overwhelmed by this party and will have to depart...." He says, looking then to Nicia. "I will be back at my estate, when you wish to speak about that issue of Fishing Rights. I'm sure we can smooth it out."

Sir Wolf and Lady Nicia on to speak to Reese and her cousin Luca, Valencia smiles up at Lord Graham and takes his offered hand, seeming to ignore Luca's teasing. "A dance then?" she asks Graham with an impish grin. Apparenlty a fan of danceing, the little fox could not look happier as he sweeps her off to the dance floor.

Valencia has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing a red porcelain mask painted with spider webbing emerges from the gloom of a dark path, pausing at the edge of the festivities to take in the scene. He stares silently out at the crowd, hands clasped lightly behind his back, mask turning in slow motion to track this celebrant or that for some time before eventually setting into motion. While circumnavigating the dance floor he plucks a glass of wine from a server without breaking stride and slows up at the edge of a sparsely-attended table.

Someone wearing a red porcelain mask painted with spider webbing has joined the table by the fountain.

Alistair raises an eyebrow at Calista, glancing to his currently injured arm. "They did not teach much dancing in the tribe..." At least not the kind of dancing that isn't soaked in blood and calling for the entrails of your enemies to be used to summon horrific creatures of the abyss. "I believe I would disappoint."

"Oh! Well, then I truly am glad to meet you, Your Highness." Nicia replies to Reese, that smile widening a bit, then she shakes her head, "I wish that I could say that I knew him well, but we've only met the once." She lifts her shoulders momentarily in a bit of a resigned shrug before nodding to Luca, "So they have." She agrees, but lets Sir Wolf introduce himself if he wants. She's not one to break the mystery.

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

Graham has joined the dance floor.

Someone should've given Fergus Redrain a memo. However, Fergus might've ignored it anyways. Late to the gathering in particular, he hangs back for the time being, just sort taking the whole thing in between looks from the scarred man's face. This is equivilent to going to a gym dance and hanging around the walls. Is there at least alcohol? Wouldn't of been a lost cause afterall.

Carita removes the mask for a moment in order to catch her breath, "I will be in desperate need for a drink in a moment, my truly graceful feline dancing partner." Her pale cheeks are flushed with carnation-pink spots of color, in high spirits.

Estaban chuckles nodding his head standing up offering the person next to him his hand, "Of corse my lady." he waits for her to take his hand and head out onto the floor.

Estaban has left the stand of trees.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino spots the figure in the red and black mask-- it's easy to know who someone is when you've crafted their mask. She grins toward Carita, now that she's unmasked herse, and says, "Why look-- I may have found us a source of drinks, unless you wish to part ways now, my lady?" If not she'll aim to twirl Carita all the way over to the fountain. Laughing as she goes.

Whatever is said between the two, apparently it's made the Dark Sun decide that he wants to dance even closer to his companion. And so he does.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask spends a few minutes talking theatrically with Estaban and then, as he agrees, her slender form hops up to her feet. She looks to be all pleased smiles, as she takes his hand with one of her own delicate ones.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino has left the dance floor.

Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino has joined the table by the fountain.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has left the dance floor.

Estaban walks them both out onto the dance floor a smirk on his lips time to see how well his dance lessons too affect.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask has left the stand of trees.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has joined the table by the fountain.

Reese peeks over to Valencia, having another smile for her. "Enjoy the dance." She murmurs. She then turns back to Nicia. "I am sure you will get to know him better soon." She says an nuzzles her cheek into the kiss. She takes another sip of her wine. She really needs wine to keep here. "Luca is always teasing." She says to Nicia.

"Alas." Calista places a delicate hand upon her chest. She draws in a deep breath and give the appearance of one who is truly wounded. "You disappoint regardless. Who am I to dance with now?" There is a wink at Alistair through her ruse.

Estaban has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask has joined the dance floor.

"Oh go have some fun for once in your dour bloody life, Ali!" Luca suddenly tosses across conversations, Lenosian accent thickening, directed at none other than the grim Alistair! Who apparently is nicknamed Ali! And has yet to murder the Velenosan-turned-Grayson prince for it yet! Calista gets a quick wink from behind the mask, wingman style clearly trying to help her out in her tempting of the dour man to the dancefloor. This so isn't going to go well. After his 'help' is given, Luca's turning cinnamon eyes back to Nicia with arch of brow at the 'only met the once' part, having misunderstood something, but the prince just shakes it off, sips at his wine and goes back to trying to pierce the mystery wolf while he lays relaxed arm about his wife's hips. He smirks down to her briefly at her claim of him, offering back. "Not _always_! I'm at least sixty percent serious on the battlefield!"

Alistair checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 20 higher.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask wraps an arm in Estaban's as they approach the dance floor. Once they reach it, she turns immediately to face him, lifting her arms to take his and letting him start to lead.

Alas, neither Calista or Luca break the Inquisitor. Luca in fact gets a stare that says he will be thrown off the top of Seawatch Gate into the awaiting maw of some horrific creature, as if the Prodigal man has the power to summon such. Calista... does not get such a withering stare. "I am sure I can press someone into service for you. You can pretend it is me. And they can disappoint as they play proxy." One of his minions luckily escapes such a fate as he is sent off with a rather important looking message.

Artorius watches as people dance and enjoy themselves. He even claps a little to encourage them. He thinks of the one he himself desires, and frowns very faintly at the thought, yet seems at peace thinking of said someone. He takes a deep sigh, his smile returning.

Someone wearing a mask of a Dark Sun adorned with black opals glances towards the Delicate Mountain Bloom and, as he and the Twilight Sky dance, gives the Bloom an amused, or perhaps welcoming? nod of his head.

Nicia smiles at Reese, "I'm certain that I will get the chance to get to know him." She assures her, then glances at Max, giving him a nod, "Certainly. I'll stop by very soon, yes?"

Someone wearing a gilded grinning wolf mask finishes her wine and sets the empty glass down, then finishes her little pie as well, and finally wipes her hands together. Then, after sucking a fingertip clean, she slips away through the crowd.

Calista swipes a flute of some sparkling libation that is being passed around. She brings the rim to her lush lips as she watches the interaction between Luca and Alistair. Mischief holds a certain glimmer in her eyes but she remains quiet and composed for now. In response to his wink, Calista raises her drink to Luca in greetings. "Always a pleasure to see you, your highness. Congratulations on you recent nuptials." Alistair quickly steals her attention and the usually composed Duchess rolls her head back with laughter. Mirth on her lips, she places a tender hand upon his forearm. "Oh, now that isn't nearly as much fun. I cannot begin to pretend someone else were you; Why, with that withering stare, that dour frown. No one can compete with such classic Alistair-isms."

Maximilian tips his head to nicia, then starts his fighting withdrawl from the room. He pauses near The Swan Princess, to murmur something, then is gone.

Alistair checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 5 lower.

Reese's cheeks are rather pink now, because she is easier to bring blushes than Alister is. "You shouldn't talk to an Inquisitor that way, Luca!" She says in a whisper that is louder than she intended. She leans into Luca's hold and sighs as he speaks of being sixty percent serious on the battlefield. "I have to boss him around to keep in line on the battlefield. Although he is one of the best champions in Compact." She then smiles over to Calista at the congrats. "Thank you Duchess." She then turns to Max as he revealed. "Count Max, a pleasure."

Alistair-isms. A frown tugs at his lips. Hes becoming cliche. This fact weighs heavy upon his soul.

Edward smiles widely having caught something that creates it and then finally he steps away from the dance floor and begins to walk his way over towards the table where more drink and food is to be had. A plate to be taken up and the hunt for a place to settle being hunted.

No, not a dancer, Fergus is not. Unless it's a very deeply held secret. He'll instead move in the direction of that table by the fountain, errantly picking off glass of something from one of the wandering servers. There's a sniff at it, and deciding it's drinkable, tips it back.

Maximilian murmurs something to Edward in passing, and then is gone!

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls has rolled 1 6-sided dice: 4

Ulfric has found himself at a grand total of thirteen glasses of wine. After having finished a bottle by himself, he finally seems to have slowed down proper. Despite his hunched-over stance and his slow, tantalizing drift left and right... He's actually holding up pretty okay shockingly!

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 29 higher.

Nisaa has left the dance floor.

Nicia inclines her head to Reese and Luca, smiling to them both, "Again, it was a pleasure to meet you both." With that she begins to make her way back into the crowd, this time on her own to see if she can't meet more people. Masked or unmasked at this point.

"Ah, should have known Max! Good evening to you." Luca offers jovially to the man who's kept him in unending rum for months now. He even goes so far as to produce the volcanic glass hip flask from somewhere to toast the man with in parting before taking a swig of it and grinning aside to Reese. "Oh, Ali loves me and he knows it. I'm his favorite bodyguard in all of Arx!" Yes, clearly that's it. Calista's congratualations earn her a little toast of the hip flask in turn and grin, and then he's giving apologetic look to Nicia and saying, again to Reese. "Food me or I'm going to take flight from this like Max is getting to do!"

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Luca offers then a quick belated nod to Nicia, offering her way. "Indeed, a pleasure. Perhaps we'll run into you again when it's less of a press, but good to meet you."

Edward has left the dance floor.

The frown is brief as always. "Indeed... I am sure such classics will delight my fans. I just hope they keep out of the books being written about my exploits." The Inquisitor does not seem like the type to have a fan club, but then again the Panopticon is pretty big. Plenty of cells. Plenty of people disappearing. It appears though... dancing will not be added to classic Alistair-isms.

Estaban checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 13 higher.

Nisaa has joined the dance floor.

Agnarr has rolled 1 6-sided dice: 3

Agnarr has rolled 1 6-sided dice: 2

When the Count sweeps by him to whisper something Edward is mid bite. He blinks and then he glances to the man as he retreats and he gives a nod, unwilling to speak. He sets his plate aside and then brushes his hands off as he begins to look around...and then he begins to make his way over towards the table by the fountain.

Maximilian has left the secret arbor.

Pariah, The StormCrow, 4 Redoubt Buccaneers leave, following Maximilian.

Giving and idle scratch at the scar on his Fergus has a mildly stony expression. Which is normal, only he might feel like a thumb that got smacked. Doesn't even really notice Valencia until she's right there talking quietly to him. "Thanks." he grunts, nodding once.

There are a few stolen moments of quiet conversation between Calista and Alistair when she notices the Redrain named Fergus making his way about the party. She lifts her hand to him, greeting from afar with a waggle of fingers.

Luca has joined the table by the fountain.

Edward has joined the table by the fountain.

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls has rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3, 6

Nicia has left the secret arbor.

Someone wearing Visage of the Falcon makes his way toward where he can obtain a glass of wine for himself, observing those in his nearest vicinity before his attention leads him to the edge of the dance floor. From there he watches like the keen-eyed hunter his mask portrays.

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls glances at the cat masked woman with a nervous smile. "I don't believe we have met." She says quietly but politely. She glances at the crimson masked man curiously, waiting for him to roll. "Wait if I roll past you? Do I still win?" She tucks one black lock of hair behind her ear. "Apparently, this poor miner is very quick on their feet."

Nicia continues to move around the room, lingering near the dancefloor for a moment before she decides that there is no time like the present to talk to random strangers. This one lucky soul appears to be the Falcon-masked man as she moves alongside him, "Great party, isn't it?"

Graham has left the dance floor.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion nods and smiles to it all, finding his feet well enough to make it through the dance, "Thank you for such a lovely time on the floor... We will have to discuss lessons later when things are more know of who we are. Still the mystery continues."He then allows the butterfly masked woman to slip from his hands as a server passes and he takes another glass of wine.

"A mistake I am willing to be risking," Nisaa says to Malik as he pulls her yet closer and begins to dance with her. he manages to not step on her toes, and perhaps her being so light on her feet aids that. She is not accustomed to dancing to this type of music, but adjusts well enough, lifting her skirt on one side with her hand so as not to let it trip them up. Even so, her posture is graceful, her back arched just so, arm held at an elegant angle as he sweeps them about the perimeter.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask nods softly to the one wearing the wolfhound mask as she says "Indeed we shall. I look forward to it, thank you for the dance."

Pariah, The StormCrow arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask before departing.

Someone wearing a featureless volto visage arrives late and alone, a solitary figure dressed in black that matched the expressionless mask upon her face. The skin revealed by the low cut of the dress is alabaster white, so pale that the faint blue of her veins can be seen etching through the porcelain of her face. The woman's hair is bound and covered by a square of plain black silk, fashioned like a veil over her hair. She lingers near the entrance, gazing out over the crowd in silence.

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Reese has joined the table by the fountain.

Artorius eventually, he gave a bow to all, approaching Valencia to offer to her a kiss to her knuckles chastely and in noble fashion. "Thank you for welcoming me, but I do think I will away. Thank you again, this was a wonderful party." he smiles.

Alistair turns to regard Valencia as well, when he wards off any possibility that dancing will become a part of his skill set any time soon. "It is good to see such joy being brought back to the city..." he responds to her with a slight nod of his head. "And I trust when I review all the log books of various charitable dontations... the Golden Hart will be a bright beacon of giving..." he says, his flat voice making it hard to tell if that is a predicition for the future or some kind of threat to keep this event on the up and up. "If any of my brothers or sisters of the red give you any issue... do let me know."

The falcon-masked man turns his head to acknowledge the woman beside him with a friendly smile. "It certainly is an interesting party. Not one for masks?" he wonders, lifting a hand to rub a finger along the bottom of his where it touches his face.

Malik checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 18 higher.

Valencia smiles to Lord Artorius and offers a warm incline of head. "Thank you for attending, my lord. I hope we will see you here again soon, yes?" She smiles up at him.

Nisaa checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 28 higher.

Artorius smiles to Valencia warmly "Of course. Merely say the words." he bows his head to her with a smile.

Ulfric through sheer force of will drags himself away from the bar. Despite those gathered around Valencia, he manages to pick out the proper blur of the beautiful Redrain princess. He walks just beside her for a moment, managing to avoid incidentally bumping anyone here or there as he does. He left a graveyard of empty glasses in his wake. "Thanks... for.... inviting... me." Each word came spoken with great care, having to pause to find the words time and time again. But having done so, he puts on his best smile, and calmly bows down to excuse himself. "Will talk to you later, pretty highness."

Nicia laughs at the question, "I wouldn't say that...I'd say more that I'm rather unprepared to have turned up at such an event needing a mask. So instead I am choosing to act like I meant to do this all along." She glances around before lowering her voice a fraction, "I do hope that it is working better than I think it is."

Calista offers Valencia a smile when she is relatively near enough for Alistair to comment or reply. "Princess, you have out done yourself. This is a lovely gathering."

Returning her gaze to Alistar, Valencia smiles again, "You are so very kind. We give what we can as we can, sir. And I thank you. I am sure all will be well, but I will certainly let you know," the litte fox smiles sweetly, dark eyes dancing. "Thank you so much for attending. It truly is lovely to have you here."

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask murmurs a few things to Estaban as the two of them continue to dance. Names are exchanged and Lydia briefly reveals herself by moving her mask aside before she dons it again. As they move across the dance floor, they get closer and closer to Dark Sun and Twilight Sky until finally they are close enough that Lydia and Estaban can hear what's being said. The woman never looks in the direction of the other pair, but those close enough, or that know her well enough, can surely see her perked ears.

Pariah, The StormCrow arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask before departing.

Alistair stares at Valencia. "Indeed..." he remarks, truly doubting that anyone would consider the Inquisition's presence something lovely and welcome. Especially when its his own dour self. But he will take the compliment. Perhaps that is worth something to him! Unlikely.

Artorius has left the dance floor.

Ulfric has left the table by the fire.

Pariah, The StormCrow arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask before departing.

Someone wearing Visage of the Falcon laughs good-naturedly at Nicia's comment. "I was nearly there myself, truth be told. I think you're pulling it off better than I would have managed." There's a chance he might be saying that regardless of whether he could pull it off or not. "The anonymity, such that it can be, is interesting, though. It's easier to watch people when they aren't paying you much attention." And that's a good thing, evidently.

"Oh, Missere Ulfric, I am so grateful you came. I hope we will see much of you in the near future, yes? Perhaps we might have a game of Queens Crossed. Until next we meet, sir," Valencia smiles up at Ulfric, her cheeks flushing at the ginger haired man's kind words. The blush deepens as Calsita offers kind praise. "Oh, that you should say so makes me so very happy, Duchess Calista. And thank you for attending. I am so happy for your company. You could come to visit again soon as my guest, yes?"

Nicia nods in agreement, "I can see how that would be a benefit, if you happen to be in to people watching." She carefully folds her hands together, settling them in front of her as she lets her eyes scan the masked faces, amusement kicking the corner of her mouth upwards, "Since I fail at being anonymous tonight, I should introduce myself properly. Nicia Pravus."

Edward has left the table by the fountain.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has left the table by the fountain.

Edward has joined the dance floor.

Someone wearing a swan princess mask has joined the dance floor.

Calista tips her head in kind to Valencia. "It would be my pleasure to visit again as your guest, Your Highness. Thank you for the invitation. I look forward to it." Her smile is warm and inviting, brilliant even as she regards Valencia for those moments before turning to Alistair once more. She threads her arm with the Inquisitor's. "Indulge me, Ali." Using Luca's nickname, there's a lighthearted tone to her melodic voice. She finishes of the first glass of alcohol and quickly replaces it with a second before finding a quiet seat somewhere.

Calista has joined the shady tree.

Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls turns her attention to Luca and Reese, shrugging. "I'm certain he would have won more if it hadn't been a luck based game. I'm terrible at real gambling or cards." She pauses to sip her wine.

Alistair blinks as Calista calls him Ali. This is a trend that cannot be allowed to continue. His agents will likely have to be dispatched. Luca will have to sport a new crossbow bolt focused fashion. But... all things in due time. The man gives a slight nod to Valencia... as he indulges the Rose of Tor for the moment.

Alistair has joined the shady tree.

Someone wearing a featureless volto visage finally makes slow progress from the entrance to approach Valencia, offering the woman a nod. A voice that should sound familiar murmurs in a muffled, husky tone from behind the mask, "Cousin. This is absolutely beautiful." The woman clasps her hands behind her back, pale skin in sharp contrast to the severe black of her gown. "What a lovely idea to celebrate victory. Well done."

Edward walks in hand with the Swan Princess over to the dance floor, stepping upon it he takes her to an open space and turns towards her, a hand in hers, and his other drawing around her waist. He takes a glance to make sure they have comfortable room before he starts leading with the music.

There is a beautiful and bright smile for the dramatic and regally elegant woman in the featureless volto visage, her voice recognized immediately by Valenica. "I am so glad you are here," she whispers affectionately, offering her a warm hug. "Thank you so much for coming. Do you really think it is so? I can never tell when in mid-dance."

Xenovia the Courtesan, Arianna arrive, following Aurelian.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Pravus," the falconed man says to Nicia. "I do rather enjoy watching people. Watching things... life, in general, really." He gestures vaguely to the dancing people, but it doesn't seem to occur to him to ask his new acquaintance it she'd like to. He does, however, seem to feel a little uncomfortable receiving her introduction without offering his own. "I'm really not very good at it, either. Harlan Ashford."

Mischief arrives, following Remi.

Mischief leaves, following Remi.


    Aurelian returns to the party, leading Arianna by the arm as though leading her to a formal meeting at court. Once back he offers a nod to any he recognizes as he makes his way back towards the stone pools. Started there, might as well return, though he is still wearing his crystal mask.


Aurelian has joined the tranquil stone pool.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lord Ashford." Nicia replies, that smile growing a little more before she shrugs, "Some of us just aren't built for it, I suppose." She agrees, and although there is dancing people, and gestures towards them, she doesn't show any inclination towards it, or worry over not being asked. "So what sort of things have you learned while watching people tonight?"

Guests well cared for, the music playing, glasses filled and the sound of laughter and conversation filling the courtyard and dancing into the Hart's vast gardens, Valencia looks pleased. Another smile is offers to the elegant womaon in the featureless volto visage mask. "Though I have learned many wonderful skills of hosting from my very accomplished cousin, so if I am to follow in her footsteps, I cannot possibly go wrong, yes?"

After consuming a goodly amount of fine food and drink, whispering back and forth with his wife, Luca gets a wicked sort of smile on his lips and, with fingers lacing Reese's, he's starting off towards the main hall of the establishment. As he goes, he's waving to Valencia, to Ali (name is sticking forever!) and Calista, and to anyone else he recognizes in passing. What the Lycene Grayson might have in mind for he and Reese elsewhere is anyone's guess, but is it really a Lycene party unless someone's gotten naked at least once somewhere on the premises?

Agnarr has left the table by the fountain.

Calista inclines her head towards Luca from her spot and lifts her glass to him before the Prince departs for the evening.

Valencia waves back to Luca and Princess Reese as they depart with a distant but stull warm smile. She turns back to the other guests, snagging a glass of red wine from a passing server.

"Very little, I'm afraid. But I suppose I've been welcoming the chance to simply be somewhere without it meaning something other than that for some time." Harlan probably doesn't mean to sound deep, but it's certainly not the most lighthearted of comments. "I mean to say, I'm enjoying being in the midst of a celebration, even if my enthusiasm is not quite up to par to that of others'."


    As Arianna slips away from the chaos, Aurelina is left by himself as he moves to the pool and largely retakes his previous position, only without someone to talk to for the time being.


A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a stygian cat columbino before departing.

"It is good to be enjoying being in the midst of a celebration, Lord Ashford, otherwise I'd hate to say it...but it just makes you more miserable." Nicia replies to Harlan, shaking her head a fraction at him, seeming to take the heavier comment in stride. "I've found that crowds and celebration are great for getting lost in, and there is a sort of enjoyment to that. But when you are unable to even enjoy that, all you do is find yourself feeling worse than when you started."

Luca has left the table by the fountain.

Reese has left the table by the fountain.

Giuseppe, a kindly old man, Reese leave, following Luca.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a featureless volto visage before departing.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion has found himself an empty glass, another full one being procured and the empty placed on the tray of the server that passes by. His eyes pass to the hostess, Valencia and he walks over to where she is and any that are around her. He nods to any he passes too, sipping the drink from the back of the mask and underneath. Then the man speaks and perhaps from that more might guess who the masked man is, "Princess Valencia... It has been a fine evening. You look radiant as always in any merriment or formal occasion... But I am in need of practice upon thee dance floor, care to help me in this regard with your company for a moment?" he finishes that glass of wine and sets the glass aside to await her answer.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask continues to dance along the outskirts of the dance floor, smiling as she watches all who currently have a partner, moving in time with the music. Her gaze continuing to look about at all the masks present, curiosity peaking within her own eyes,

Valencia pauses from ther thoughts and looks up. "I would be very happy to assist, sir. My company is yours if you should wish it," the little princess replies with a sweet smile and offer of a delicate hand. "Lead on, sir. I am yours."

The Duke of Ashford pushes his mask back from his face, studying Nicia for a moment. "Indeed. That would be rather unpleasant." Instead of seeming relieved, however, his gaze wanders away. "If you'll excuse me, I think there's someone that I need to find." Which, well, could probably be kind of a rude thing to say, given that he leaves out who, but he offers a polite nod of his head to Nicia before withdrawing to look for said person.

"Good luck." Nicia calls after Harlan, not looking at all bothered but the sudden exit. Instead she turns her attention back to the crowds, perhaps looking for the next person to introduce herself to.

Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask doesn't stalk outside into the gardens, his long stride is much more unhurried than that as he slouches to the right of the doors with his hands folded against the small of his back in a relaxed parade rest stance. The eyes behind the mask, highlighted by yellow quartz, glitter slyly.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask makes her way over to the one with the sly fox mask and asks "Mi'Lord, would you kindly share a dance with me? I promise I do not step upon feet or toes and find you may enjoy it."

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion smiles to that and leads the hostess out onto the floor, drawing her in he dances the same as he had with the butterfly masked woman, a hand in hers, the other wrapped around her waist. He leads her around the dance floor, slow as the music, flowing with her movements, subtle hints as even he without much skill in dance seems to know how to lead. "As I am yous as well... For a time tonight. You hold quite the parties here at your Hart."

Kit, the grey fox, Brigid the Genet arrive, following Monique.

Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask continues to look around the gathering. Without speaking a word, the Fox seems to be absorbing the sights and sounds surrounding him at first. Waiting, patiently, as though he truly were a wild animal on the verge of being startled enough to slip away into the underbrush. Another moment passes, and he remains, before he starts to pace the edges of the space on the hunt for a person of interest.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask has left the dance floor.

Estaban has left the dance floor.

"Only for a time? What a pity," Valencia teases with an impish smile as she settles into Winged Wolfhound of Bastion' arms and begins to gracefully follow his lead and he turns them about the dance floor. There is another little smile and nod, "Indeed. We do host many events, it is part of how we serve Arx, and with life, luck and love, we will host many more now that the darkness has been beaten back. And how do you find our gathering tonight? Are you enjoying yourself?"

Mischief, Arianna arrive, following Remi.

Someone wearing A Delicate Mountain Bloom Mask nods her head towards Estaban and steps away from the dance floor. She aims vaguely for the exit, although she does stop on the way to pick up a little sweet, which she pops into her mouth.

Nicia starts to move around the edge of the dancefloor, drifting through the crowd to find herself a drink before she starts to look for a new vantage point from which to watch the crowds.

Monique enters the ball without a mask, but the bright sheen of her hair likely would have given her away. It's a fiery blaze of copper shine and it floats loose and free behind the Greenmarch Minx as she finds the crowd, careful to keep the warm honeyed silk of her gown from getting crushed. The booze, she finds right away, before moving off in search of mischief and friendly faces.

Mael, 2 Nightgold Household Guards leave, following Lydia.

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask begins to walk away from the one wearing a sly fox gold mask since they do not respond to her request to dance with her, making her way back to the dance floor.


    Glancing back from his place by the pools, Aurelian stands and nods to Monique ashe spots a new familair face and makes his way over. His attire is the same as normal, only the crystal mask obscures who he is, though his clothes and voice, and of course those strikingly pale blue eyes peering out from the holes in the mask makes it easy to identify him for any who knows him.


Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask glances over toward the blaze of red that catches glimmering, faceted eyes. Not the one, but admired nevertheless. Eventually a hand presses against the Fox's chest, and he sweeps forward at the waist to offer a silent bow to Monique's passing. One arms extended to flourish. There's a hint beneath the muzzle of a slow, languid smirk.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion laughs behind the mask, "I am indeed... it is what I feel I was needing after such turmoil as before... and always having to have a blade at my side. And worrying for others, much more than I suppose for myself." He isn't trying anything fancy, no that would probably end up badly, but the slow way he can move around with Princess Valencia is well enough for the moment and for them to speak.

Through the door comes a figure in a mask black as stygian, The figure looking to be male clearly as he slips through the doors seeming to be escorting Arianna along. The figure in the dark Volto mask guiding the young voice into the gardens pausing just past the threshhold to look the place over before leading her on as eyes behind the glass covered eyeholes look upon those they pass.

Estaban moves to find a plate with a few snacks and something to drink and moves back to his tree to keep it from falling over plate in one hand drink in the other.

Estaban has joined the stand of trees.

Nicia seems to find no one likely for bothering at the moment, and turns to make her way out of the garden, leaving her untouched glass behind.

Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask has joined the dance floor.

Carita has left the dance floor.

Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask has left the dance floor.

"I am so very glad to hear this," Valencia replies, her small slippered feet easily following along as the move easily around the dance floor and speak "And so are a soldier then? I am so very sorry and yet so very grateful to those who took up arms to defend us as well as those who supported them. The people of this city never fail to cause such pride. I say there is not a better realm in all of the world. But I am so grateful that this dark time is done. Whose house do you serve under, my lord?" she asks curiously.

Monique pauses a moment when the person wearing a sly fox gold mask sweeps her a bow, tosses her a smirk and a hand. Her bright head cocks, catching all the colors in the glint of the party light. "Oh, well, this is absolutely my favourite kind of mystery." And then there's Aurelian and she sweeps a curtsey to the Valardin. "Stunning mask, though those eyes... I know those eyes..."

Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask has joined the dance floor.


    Aurelian nods to Monique and says, "As you know my attire and voice I'd imagine cousin. I trust you and the others are well?" Yep definately Aurelian to any who know him, his calm, conversational tone and odd way of speaking is ahrd to miss.


Someone wearing Porcelain Mask Inlaid with Golden Pearls gives a polite nod to Mirari. "Don't let me keep the two of you here, if you're tired." She glances around the gardens before taking another sip of her spiked wine. "It's been quite the event. Though I'm a bit sad I didn't manage to steal any silver off of you." The girl shoots a smile at the red masked man, referring to the dice game from earlier.

With no partner now, Edward takes a moment to look at the dancers and smile, before he steps off the dance floor. He looks around the garden and then he begins to make his way over to Aurelian, having long recognized the man earlier from his speech cadence and demeanor.

Edward has left the dance floor.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion smiles, bit of course one would not see that, but the mirthful way his words come out one can expect there is one there, "Only the greatest of houses... For the crown to be sure, as we all do, but my own I shall keep to myself for now." And again there is a bit of a swirl of movement, about the most that he is going to try for that night, maybe some other time when he has had more practice. "I am grateful that we are past such dark times as before... and that life can come back to this city that had been strangled for so long."

Kahlana moves into the Party, it appears as if she was doing security today, no mask, the Lady moves in to look around and make sure that peace is kept

Estaban is leaning against the tree still, his empty plate and glass next to him on the seat his arms fold over his chest while he watches those on the dance floor and off it. Just not taking note that Caelis and her brother had left, he shakes his head and continues to look about.

Someone wearing a featureless volto visage moves with the young woman upon his arm through the fringes of the party, The masked figure's gaze focusing upon the dance floor briefly before he is leaning in to whisper something to the woman with him as they drift between the various couples and groups. In the end the man begins to draw slowly away and to the very corners of the party to settle in near the fire.

Someone wearing a featureless volto visage has joined the table by the fire.

A little smile blossoms on her lips as she is unexpectely spun about and she holds onto his strong arms a little tigher. Dark eyes dance a little more, "And so, sir, what now? Now that danger has passed for now and the light has seemingly returned. What are you plans for the future?" Valencia asks as they settling back into a much less sweeping dance.

Arianna smiles at Valencia and their silent communication in the way that women do. Arianna removes her arm from Remi after leaning in to whisper something to him. Making her way to the dance floor she pokes Esteban with a bright smile. "Why hello, you seem like you need company. Would you like to dance?"

Mirari slips up from the lap of the man wearing the crimson mask with spider webs. A grin on her lips. Her gaze flickering around the room. She turns the woman with a pearl adorned mask and says, "A pleasure to meet you, my lady." A little dip, and she glances down at her feet, a soft pained sigh. "Need to break these in." She holds out a foot in the direction of her companion, showing off new boots.


    A nods it given to Edward as he approaches and Aurelian says, "You have foregone a mask then, by choice?" in a curious tone.


Monique turns the full force of her focus on Aurelian, a brighter-than-day smile for her cousin when he reveals himself without her having to name names. "Well, as always, and I wouldn't admit it here if I wasn't," the Minx tells him, her gaze straying towards Edward's approach. "Won't you introduce us, Cousin?"

Edward smiles to Aurelian as he closes and he nods, "Yes Your Highness. I thought in a room full of people of mystery, one without a mask would be a more remarkable standout." he smiles to the other and then he says, "But since I was not the only one without...," he chuckles with a casual shrug. Edward then smiles, "Good evening," given to the woman leaving the Prince to answer since the question was posed to Aurelian.

Estaban looks to Arianna smiling nodding his head, he is dressed in leather armor this evening in the colors of House Saik. "I would love to My Lady." he moves to offer his hand to her to head for the dance floor.

Edward has joined the tranquil stone pool.

Estaban has left the stand of trees.

Kahlana slowly meanders through the crowd her eyes flickering slightly and she tries to find people she knows through the masks, her feet take her to Valencia and she grins "Her highness!"


    Aurelian nods to Monique and says, "Lord Edward Redreef I believe, this is Lady Monique Greenmarch." Then back to Edward, "The theme was light so I felt my own mask fitting." The glass crystal of the mask certainly gives it a wonderful prismatic effect of catching any light in the area and makign it explode into a cascade of color and light.


Nisaa has left the dance floor.

Arianna smiles brightly to him and uses one hand to lift the hem of her dress as she steps onto the dance floor. The young Lady was wearing a dark brown corset dress and matching high heels which laced up the thigh in a romanesque fashion. Arianna tool his hand and allowed him to lead. "My name is Arianna, Arianna Stonewood. From your colors, I assume Saik but...what is your name sir?" Her eyes twinkled with a bit of mischief and amusement.

Aurelian has left the tranquil stone pool.

Arianna has joined the dance floor.

Estaban has joined the dance floor.

Graham moves back into the room after being called away for some duty or errand, though he's still wearing the make shift mask. He will move back through the crowd though catching site of his sister he'll give Arianna a little wave moving towards the princess and host. He will tap her left shoulder and quickly step right, with a grin.

Monique sweeps Edward a curtsey fit for a King and a smile fit for such a public occasion. "Lord Edward. It's a pleasure to meet you. We seem to share the same mind and the same motivation for bucking the trend, tonight, though I find myself fair itching to steal my cousin's, so exceptionally beautiful is it." Is she joking? Her bright eyes look thoughtfully at Aurelian and his mask.

Estaban took her hand smiling, "A pleasure to meet you Lady Arianna." he starts to lead them in a dance, "Yes, I am Lord Estaban Saik." he says softly to her his own eyes twinkled a ever present smirk on his lips. "It is wonderful that so many turned out for this."

Someone wearing a red porcelain mask painted with spider webbing likewise rises to his full height, sweeping the brass case of cigarillos from the table and slipping it into his jacket. The mask affords limited vision, and so when his gaze travels down Mirari's form to the indicated boots his whole head moves with it until a low whistle signals his appreciation. "Those heels could do some damage." A short step brings him alongside the girl and as his arm slips round her waist he turns the both of them to face the woman in the Pearl mask. "The first step of the game is this." He suggests in a low, thoughtful rasp. "Come and find me."

Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask has left the dance floor.

Someone wearing Winged Wolfhound of Bastion has left the dance floor.

Edward smiles to Monique, "A pleasure Lady Greenmarch," the words said quite politely and with an accompanying bow from Edward to match her curtsey, "Thank you milady. I thought at the time it was a good idea." then he looks to Aurelian, "She is right, your mask is quite impressive. It is why I stepped over in fact. To remark upon the difference of it compared to the animal types many here had this evening."

Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask slips off, as though the hunt for the elusive individual continues.

Arianna looked up at Lord Saik with a bit of a nod. Her eyes searched the room and she blew a quick kiss to her brother when she saw him come in. Allowing him to set the pace made the dance a delightfully easy ordeal. "Well met Lord Saik. You are far too handsome to be holding up a wall. Where is your lovely wife?" Her eyes seemed to search around for some other woman who might be cross with her for stealing her dance partner.

As the song comes to an end, Valencia draws back from the tall broad shouldered Winged Wolfhound of Bastion slightly to greet Lady Kahlana. "My sweetest lady," she smiles brightly and nods. "Things are well. Nothing I need to worry about, yes?" she asks soflty, offering her dance partner an apologetic smile as she speaks with Kahlana.


    Aurelian's face tilts to Monique, the prismatic effects of the mask casting color over his eyes seemingly changing them from blue to a mix of yellow, red, and orange in one eye and green in the other. The striking paleness of his eyes easily shifting to the colors from the glass crystal cast over them. "I think not cousin." is his calm, conversational response. Then to Edward he nods and says, "I thank you, though if you would excuse me a moment." as his face tilts aside once more, his blue eyes returning to their normal color for the time being as he makes his way towards the dance floor.


Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask pauses, backtracks, and he stands still at the sound of Valencia's voice. "Thank for for the open invitation to your lovely event, your Highness."

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask wanders away from the dance floor to join Arianna and says "Mi'lady and Mi'Lord, are you both enjoying yourselves?" Her hand signaling for an attendant to come over with drinks, grabbing a glass of rum for herself as she asks "Refreshments?"

Someone wearing a bejeweled silver butterfly mask has left the dance floor.

Malik quietly slips out of the gardens, though he does nod over to Valencia as he goes.

Someone wearing a featureless volto visage's gaze travels slowly over the part from his seated position just beyond the fringes. The man sitting back and simply relaxing as he takes those moments of solitude to study those on the dance floor and in the middle of their little private talks.

Malik has left the dance floor.

"Thank you for attending, Lord Fox. I hope we will have your company again soon, yes?" Valencia smiles sweetly up at the sly gold fox and offers him a delicate hand in farewell. "It was a pleasure to have you join us."

Kahlana looks a little shameful as she inturrupted the princess's face before she laughs a little as she looks over to the women. "Everything is fine, everything is fine, did you need anything?" she asks her before she pauses looking around then back to the princess

Someone wearing a sly fox gold mask bows once more, deeply, with a sweep of his hand as though brushing back a cape in the gesture. He springs back up, nods, and turns about on his heel to make his exit.

Monique watches the disappearance of her cousin into the crush on the dance floor, her eyes still thoughtful even in his absence. But they swing back to Edward readily enough, and her generous lips nudge just-so. "Do you think he was beating a hasty retreat because he knew I could steal it, or because he's hoping I won't cause a scene in trying?" the Minx of the Marshes asks the Lord of Redreef.

Mirari slips her hand into the man's arm, dipping her chin toward him.

"Oh milady, he is walking with determination, not retreat." Edward says as he smiles to her, "Perhaps he is on the hunt." and then he chuckles and he adds, "But since he has stepped away...would you care to dance?"


    Making his way over to Valencia Aurelina nods politely and asks, "I offered before, shall we have our dance now, or did you decide to decline Your highness? I of course would not be offended by either option." Yep it is very hard not to spot Aurelian when he starts talking if you know him at all.


Someone wearing a red porcelain mask painted with spider webbing chuckles at the question from the woman in the Pearl mask.

"Boredom." Comes his answer, and then he and Mirari disappear down one of the garden's gloomy paths.

Someone wearing a red porcelain mask painted with spider webbing has left the table by the fountain.

"No, no. All is fine, truly. I think perhaps it would be fine if you wished to stand down and enjoyed some of the party yourself, yes? Everyone seems to be well cared for," Valencia smiles sweetly, offering Kahlana an approving smile. Dark eye glance about the room, pausing a moment on the table by the fire and those that are enjoying the comfortable space and then to those on the dance floor. "Just so, I think we have had av ery good evening, yes?" The little princess smiles up to Aurelian and nods. "I would be delighted. Please."

Mirari has left the table by the fountain.