Appearing at Eirene's elbow is a likewise leather armor clad Malvici. She rests a hand on the pommel of her blade and looks to her aunt. "Hello Auntie. I didn't peg you for the fashion show sort." She admits and smiles to the other woman cheerfully.

6 Thrax Guards have been dismissed.

Juliana drops Plum wool with cobalt and acid green plaid men's wrap skirt.

Juliana drops Utterly sheer black silk tunic.

Juliana drops Pewter armband set with onyx and amethyst.

Juliana drops Ethereal gown in pale gold with feathered bodice and cloud like skirts.

Juliana drops Stunning cobalt silk gown ornamented with golden filigree, metallic petal architecture and feathers.

Juliana drops A lovely sea-foam and sky-blue cloak with deep blue accents made of rich, soft leather.

Juliana drops Stylish knee-high folded black leather boots with purple straps and stitching.

Charlemagne the Unicorn arrives, following Larissa.

Eirene nudges the younger Malvici. "I like to check out the sexy young people and comment on their lack of common sense over their fashion sense," she says in a dry voice, chuckling. "And ogle the lack of clothing sense."

Larissa drops An embroidered robe silk gown tied at the waist.

Nicia's found herself a place to sit along the front of the stage, and a drink from somewhere. It's possible she brought it all the way from the Pravus Manor just so that she has something to do with her hair for the duration of the event.

Valencia, clad in sultry scarlet silks that gracefully embrace enticing curves and tiny waist, happily takes a seat next to Archlector Caras. She smiles at him again, "Is there something you were wishing to purchase in particular, my dearest Blessed or open to what may take eye?" she asks, wishing to be of greatest assistance to the man as he navigates the waters of Arx fashion.

Lord Flitzwilliam, a Red-Tailed Hawk arrives, delivering a message to Caelis before departing.

Larissa drops an elegant pair of amethyst and silver earrings.

Larissa drops A pair of silk slippers.

Larissa drops A masculine wolf themed shirt and vest in red and grey.

Larissa drops Silver embellished Wolf Head Pauldrons.

Larissa drops Grey leather pants with tooled panels.

Turo isn't really one for dresses, but he was asked to show up. And for a damn good reason too. Brought his flask full of rum and everything. Looking for the person who got him to drop by, he eventually picks out the surly medic in the crowd. Eirene, obviously, and heads on over towards her. "Not quite what I expected. There's that sense of humor of yours again."

Desiree arrives wearing a pink gown and her hair as perfect as ever. Still she's obviously here to enjoy the show and not be in it. She looks around for a good place to sit.

Quiet, a Valardin champion, Woody, an infantile Northern white-faced owl with soft gray plumage arrive, following Katarina.

Looking at Turo, Caelis blinks, wholly straight faced. "Oh, Lady Eirene wasn't joking. That's straight Eirene there." She assures him and nudges her aunt back. "Mind if I steal a sip?" She asks before reaching for the flask.

For all that she's within sight of her home, Belladonna's guards are very present, perhaps on higher alert than the Pravus attendants usually are. The little blonde is oblivious, of course; she's found herself a chair to settle in where she can see, without much of a crowd around her. She's watching the crowd more than anything else, taking all the arrivals in.

Jordal, a bodyguard arrives, following Isabeau.

Katarina arrives a touch fashionably late, nestling herself in with a crowd amassed, easing past bodies and the like until she can find herself a comfortable seat beside her dearest of friends, Belladonna.

"Straight got nothing to do with it. Half the models will have their tits pushed up and hanging out," says Eirene with an amused snort. She winks at Caelis before offering her own flask of Southport bourbon to the Thraxian. "And we can see who tries to be a prettier man than Saedrus."

Juliana picks up Stylish knee-high folded black leather boots with purple straps and stitching.

Juliana picks up A lovely sea-foam and sky-blue cloak with deep blue accents made of rich, soft leather.

Juliana drops Stylish knee-high folded black leather boots with purple straps and stitching.

Juliana drops A lovely sea-foam and sky-blue cloak with deep blue accents made of rich, soft leather.

Alarissa is in deep conversation with a Whisper in the front row, the heavily embroidered navy voile adorned Vlaradin Princess looking a little feather ruffled as they stand in front of a chair bearing a silken pink pillow and a placeholder that reads "Princess Alarisa". The dilemma? The whisper acting as one of the ushers for the event has lead her to this seat and the pale petite princess looks distinctly unamused at the situation. There's a glance around for the hostess of the night, shoulders squared as she focuses once again on the Whisper. She picks up the pillow, placeholder settled gently on top and handed the Whisper. "Tell the Lady Pravus that while I appreciate her... choice, I would prefer to sit with my family. Also, inform her that she might wish to take further education. Her spelling is atrocious and if she can barely spell a name, one wonders what else it is that she lacks knowledge in." There's a kiss to the cheek of the Whisper before Alarissa is seeking out where she saw Katarina take a seat adjacent the other Valardin.

When she spies Katarina heading her way, Belladonna smiles pleasantly. Once the Princess has settled, the Duchess shifts to lean towards her, reaching over to squeeze the younger woman's hand with her own. "It's good to see you," she says. "How are you holding up?" She's back to looking at the crowd again, though she doesn't promptly let go of Kat.

Enter the Warlord of Thrax. Prince Abbas has come to the event despite his typical nature of avoiding these fancy and high brow social occassions. He wears his blue silk attire and the Reaver Prince goes without his guards or his weapons. This is the likely the first time he has been in public in Arx without an axe. Why? The people he loves in his life can be counted on one hand. His half-sibling Juliana was among this number. And so he has brushed and oiled his beard. His long hair spills down his shoulders and has a sheen to it. He smells fresh and clean and not like a proper Thraxian butcher should. His fingernails have had the fish, blood, and other grime removed from them. He wears an amulet of Mangata over his chest. Abbas takes a chair near the front of the stage near the runway. He settles down in his seat and does not bring liquor. He is not drunk. He is dead sober and is that a bright and proud smile?

"Oh, so you did me a favor then by inviting me." Turo regards with an easy grin, having metaphorically taken off his Admiral hat for the day. "Remind me to thank you later for that." The flask of bourbon is taken, infact trading it with her for good solid, Thrax rum. "Lady Caelis, good to see you again. So." he looks at the pair of women. "Are we here to judge dresses or see who shows off more skin?"

Alrec moves toward the amassed crowd from the general direction of the Pravus Manor. The man is wearing his typical attire, pleasing and all but nothing special. He is however suspiciously bare of foot, and thus all the dirt between Pravus and there is on his feet. It's peculiar, certainly, and likely not an issue of import -- except that once he nears the crowd he is suddenly picking up his pace and slipping to the general 'backstage' area.

"That's joking Lady Eirene. She knows I meant without humor." Caelis looks to Turo. "There isn't a prettier man than Saedrus. I look forward to watching him strut about, is he going to be here?" Caelis asks her aunt and chuckles at Turo's question. "Undoubtedly both."

Ysbail arrives with Victus, chatting amiably and drinking straight from the mouth of a sketchy-looking blank bottle of what appears to be rum. Laughing, she hands it to the High Lord and smiles up at him. "Now see? There's even people here that you know! It won't be *that* bad. And I bet they'll have some things for men, too!" She chuckles, then offers a smile and wave towards Eirene, then another towards Abbas! "Oh look! Your cousin is here! Lets go say hello, he looks like he's really cleaned up for this!"

Some people aren't drinking. But not Nicia. She's sipping at whatever wonderful drink it is she drug from home, and staring straight ahead for the most part, until she registers that there is a growing crowd. When that registers she glances left, then right, blinking a bit in surprise before giving the familiar faces she can spot a bit of a wave in greeting.

Nightshade, a tiny black kitten, 3 Rubino and Zaffria guards, Ariadne, Penelope arrive, following Dafne.

Katarina delivers a delicate squeeze to Belladonna's hand, a kiss stolen from the duchess' cheek before she's fully in her seat. "I am holding up well, my lady. And what of you? I'm told you've been keeping quite busy! Clearly someone is long overdue for a pilfering away for our quality bonding time," she muses, turning her golden eyes up toward Alarissa when she sees her sister floating through the crowd to join them. "Princess Alarissa," she calls out, delicate fingers wiggling in soft beckon. "Have you met Duchess Belladonna Pravus? She is my closest friend."

Without an entourage of retinue or even carrying that primal ferocity his face usually held, Victus arrives in blood-black leathers and frayed silk. They were garments that screamed his station with a war cry, yet still retaining just enough subtly to enjoy a regal sense about him as well. He has an arm placed upon the newly minted Duchess of Crovane and in his hand he holds pitch black bottle of spirits straight from the Duchess' own hands. "You have my attention for now, 'Duchess.'" His tone is dripping in sarcasm as he utters her new title. Nods of greeting are given to those he recognizes. Namely Belladonna, Katarina, Turo and Caelis. That errant grimace of his begins to fade toward a more satisfied grin once Ysbail points out his own cousin to him. Battle-brothers enjoying fine piles of silk wasn't his first idea of what would be happening today, but he was glad it was getting there. "Abbas, you look fuckin' clean. Are you the same Warlord I used to know?" He asked as he joined Ysbail in greeting him.

eflection square at twilight is a glorious symphony of lush greenery, the stillness of the calm pools and light from the numerous lamps stationed throughout the area. The stage has been constructed with its twin mini-runways, on either side of the stage and a central runway that is nearly twice the length of the shorter ones. Lamps and mirrors have been positioned precisely to illuminate the stage, so that even after dark, the stage itself and the clothes, most importantly, will be bathed in golden light. A small group of whisper musicians have been placed near the stage, their stringed instruments providing a mix of styles that range as needed to suit the clothing being shown.

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{[A table of refreshments has also been supplied, for those who might enjoy a glass of wine or ale as they mingle before events get under way.

{[Exiting Pravus Manor, fashionably late, is Lady Juliana Pravus, stunning in a sheer white silk and white scale mail gown with a few golden scales here and there, and she's on the arm of Prince Antonio Velenosa, clad in a resplendent outfit of purple scale mail pants which also sport the occasional golden scale, a golden silk vest and a black leather vest. They walk into Reflection square, Anotio heading back stage while Juliana looks for Larissa, heading towards the Whisper.



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

When she spies Victus and Ysbail, she waits to catch the Highlord's eye, then dips her head to him. Belladonna flashes just a bit more of a smile that way, but then Katarina's catching her attention again and she turns back. "I...yes, I have been," She agrees. "But it is time for a well deserved rest, I think." Oh, but there are introductions. She turns her gaze over towards Alarissa when she's called to, and she sends a tip of her head that way as well, polite. No hint of a sly smile for this nod. For the time being, she does not lift her voice.

Dafne and her usual entourage depart from the Plaza Unita. The little duchess, clad in black as is so often her wont, seems a little startled to confronted with such a mass of people almost on her doorstep. She blinks with a flutter of dark lashes, and then takes the scene into consideration with a long level glance.

Valencia smiles as the who's who of Arx rolls into the square. A bright and friendly smile is offered to Nicia, Eirene and Katarina, and a more stayed but warm nod to Belladonna. There is a little glance as Alrec passes and a bit of a blink and then as smile as Abbas arrives dressed up to the nines. But the biggest smile by far appears when Juliana arrives with her beloved brother Antonio.

Sebastian is, of course, present to support his twin in her endeavor. He has a drink in hand and nurses it slowly as he makes his way toward his cousin, coming to stand near Nicia. "Evening," he says to her quietly and takes up a position nearby. He's dressed up a bit more than usual this evening, some slight adornments in the embroidery of his clothing which is usually understated for a Pravus Lord. His eyes are on Juliana as she approaches with the Prince.

Eirene is drinking, alright. Her sky blue eyes roll at one thing or another as she offer her flask to Caelis- Southport Bourbon and a touch of summer mint. "I don't see his silkyness here. He's probably being pretty somewhere less crowded." She scowls at Turo and grabs the rum from him. "Keep dreaming. I have two dresses. One is as Lycene as they come and I hate it. The other is for dead people." Ysbail is given a tilt of the chin back as way of Hello from the distance. She's not near the front, no.

Reflection square at twilight is a glorious symphony of lush greenery, the stillness of the calm pools and light from the numerous lamps stationed throughout the area. The stage has been constructed with its twin mini-runways, on either side of the stage and a central runway that is nearly twice the length of the shorter ones. Lamps and mirrors have been positioned precisely to illuminate the stage, so that even after dark, the stage itself and the clothes, most importantly, will be bathed in golden light. A small group of whisper musicians have been placed near the stage, their stringed instruments providing a mix of styles that range as needed to suit the clothing being shown.

When she spots Valencia there is a smile in return, and a nod before Nicia catches sight of Sebastian, her smile for her cousin is almost relieved when he comes to stand next to her. "Good evening." She greets, then offers him her glass, "Would you care for a bit of a nip?"

"I cannot confess to having had the pleasure." Alarissa replies to Katarina's inquiry. "Duchess. A pleasure to meet you." She smiles brightly at the head of Pravus as she takes her seat. "Have you had a chance to see what the Lady Pravus has managed to scrounge for the show? I have been assured that nothing of repressed oathlands fashion will be featured." Alarissa glances toward the late arriving individual in question as she crosses her ankles. "Though I see she channels it with her own choice in attire." Which bring a smile to the Princess's lips.

"And that's my cue. Off to more meetings. Toodles Auntie. Enjoy the view for me." Caelis asks Eirene before nodding to Victus, Katarina, Nicia, Abbas, Turo and the folks she knows. "Need to see about a game and issuing a challenge to a certain someone. Love you." She tells Eirene and ducks vehind the crowd to slip off.

Rohm the Blackguard leaves, following Caelis.

Turo grins a bit. "Don't worry, I try not to put on dress uniform unless I can help it. Damn thing is itchy." he remarks, realizing it's not exactly a dress, but it's the best thing he can think of. Passing the bourbon back to Caelis for her dirnk, he nods at her parting. "Take care, Admiral." He leans back where he is next to Eirene. "Think I drank with him. That one you mentioned. Not Karadoc. Drank him under the table. Poor lad."

Abbas has waded in piles of gore and carnage with Victus. Time and again they have survived the horrors of war. And the look Abbas gives Victus has all that pent up murder-rage lingering within it. But he wears the sweetest most welcoming smile. When a glass of wine comes to him he takes it in his hand and actually holds it in a proper refined manner. Where normally his pinky finger should extend out his little nub (the pinky is in a jar at Lianne's bedside apparently) juts out and he smells, swirls, and then sips. He hates wine. Abbas will keep his composure. He will not curse. He will not do anything but be a statue of uncharacteristic refinement. "Brother." He greets his High Lord, "A wonderful evening. Good to see you." MURDER-EYES.

"I cannot help but wonder what one considers to be repressed Oathlands fashion," Katarina murmurs sidelong toward Alarissa and Belladonna, after an agreeing bow of her head is made to the duchess. "Yes, I think you're long overdue for a restful vacation. There is something I wish to speak with you about later, too." When her attention rises past her small circle, golden eyes alight with no small pleasure at the sight of Abbas and Victus, cheeks dimpling with the warmth of her smile toward the Thraxian men before she's glancing back to slyly past Alrec a flask of their secret sauce. "Pirate-Admiral, I've brought you another gift."

Along the edges of the park, booths and tables have been set up, representing the artisans participating in the night's events, facilitating discussion between the clothiers and those seeking to purchase something from them, or discuss future projects. A table of refreshments has also been supplied, for those who might enjoy a glass of wine or ale as they mingle before events get under way.

Exiting Pravus Manor, fashionably late, is Lady Juliana Pravus, stunning in a sheer white silk and white scale mail gown with a few golden scales here and there, and she's on the arm of Prince Antonio Velenosa, clad in a resplendent outfit of purple scale mail pants which also sport the occasional golden scale, a golden silk vest and a black leather vest. They walk into Reflection square, Anotio heading back stage while Juliana looks for Larissa, heading towards the Whisper.

Lips pressing into a bit of a line for Alarissa's greeting of her, Belladonna gives a shake of her head. "No; I have not seen any of what my cousin has gathered for the show. It would not be so fun that way, mmm?" There's not even any acknowledgment of the statements regarding Valardin fashion or the channeling of it. "There are several things that we need to discuss, yes," she agrees. "We will find the time."

He doesn't have much time before he has to get back stage, but Antonio does manage to spare a bright smile and wave for Valencia, before murming something to Juliana and dissappearing backstage to do whatever it is he needs to do.

Serenity arrives, delivering a message to Ysbail before departing.

Valencia waves back to Antonio without hesitation, a proud little sister's smile blossoming on her lips. Gracefully seated by the Archlector, her scarlet skirts pooling about her like blood-red petals, the little princess takes another moment to glance about the growing crowd ot offer warm welcome to those she knows and even some she doesn't.

Eirene mutters to Turo with a dry snort of amusement, her voice husky and low. She looks as the two shiny people enter and she folds her arms over her chest, drink nursed close.

Lord Flitzwilliam, a Red-Tailed Hawk arrives, delivering a message to Katarina before departing.

Sebastian lifts his own glass toward Nicia when she asks if he'd care for a nip. It's eems that he has already been nipping before the show began. He says, "Thank you. I seem to be well-armed for the time being, but should my glass dwindle I might borrow from yours." His smile is a little sidelong and amused.

Victus does not waver in the murderous eyes of his brother in arms. In fact, he even seems to get the message. While not wearing a faithful smile of his own, Victus does return a full and beaming grin to Abbas. His teeth line up like the fangs of a shark that glint in the starlit night. "Good to see you too, Abbas." He returns with a quick flourish of a leather clad hand, the twisted and frayed points all across the knuckles cutting through the air. He motions for his companion to sit beside him as he takes a seat beside Abbas as well. Victus not being a man quite so caught in appearances, immediately belays any sense of table manners as he grips a bottle of wine in a vice and hands the rum right back to Ysbail. "Enjoy, I heard the lyceum's shit is high quality."

Dafne gives a general, polite nod of her head toward the various gathered, if not particularly targeted toward anyone, and a gracious, if somewhat quizzical, curtsy toward the Thraxian high lord, before carrying on in a whisk of black of silk and her ducal entourage. It's likely not her scene. There are too many _colours_.

Nightshade, a tiny black kitten, 3 Rubino and Zaffria guards, Ariadne, Penelope leave, following Dafne.

Turo nods once at Eirene, taking his own flask back and tipping it back, watching the procession of pretty clothing and then muttering back to the Malvici.

Larissa stands at the foot of the stage, going over a last few details for the show. She's comfortable and relaxed and laughing at something someone has said to her for a moment before stepping away and taking her place next to Juliana. She gives her co-host a brilliant smile that freezes on her face for a moment as her attention narrows in on Alarissa and a single, lone brow lifts upon her head. The Softest Whisper watches closely as the woman stands and changes her seat. Perhaps she didn't know how loudly her voice carried? A tight smile smooths across her features as she leans in to the distressed Whisper who used to the well honed manners most nobility understand is expected of them. Perhaps it may have passed but then the Softest Whisper overheard more of the diatribe and leaned in and whispered "Tell the Princess Alarissa that if she is very unhappy with the arrangements and garments made she is aboslutely welcome to leave. I am quite certain that the show will manage to survive without her." she nods and sends a pointed look to the woman as the Whisper goes to speak to her. Afterwards, she stands next to Juliana and offers the crowd a smile "My Princes, Princesses, Lords and Ladies, Masters and Mistresses of Arx I welcome you to our second Whisper Hosted Fashion show. I would like to thank our hostess of the evening Lady Juliana Pravus for dedicating so much of her time, hard work and passion to this project. Every detail has been carefully chosen and crafted to perfection under her gentle guidance. All of our proceeds for the evening will of course be going to the Tragedy Orphanage. I trust you will all enjoy the show that has been created for your pleasure. After each outfit is shown we will e holding a silent auction for the outfit. At this time you will tell one of our Whispers what your bid is, and each outfit will have three rounds. There is wine, champainge and nibbles and the Whisper House is here to serve. Enjoy" and with that Larissa would sit back and give Juliana the floor.

Larissa stands at the foot of the stage, going over a last few details for the show. She's comfortable and relaxed and laughing at something someone has said to her for a moment before stepping away and taking her place next to Juliana. She gives her co-host a brilliant smile that freezes on her face for a moment as her attention narrows in on Alarissa and a single, lone brow lifts upon her head. The Softest Whisper watches closely as the woman stands and changes her seat. Perhaps she didn't know how loudly her voice carried? A tight smile smooths across her features as she leans in to the distressed Whisper who used to the well honed manners most nobility understand is expected of them. Perhaps it may have passed but then the Softest Whisper overheard more of the diatribe and leaned in and whispered "Tell the Princess Alarissa that if she is very unhappy with the arrangements and garments made she is aboslutely welcome to leave. I am quite certain that the show will manage to survive without her." she nods and sends a pointed look to the woman as the Whisper goes to speak to her.

Afterwards, she stands next to Juliana and offers the crowd a smile "My Princes, Princesses, Lords and Ladies, Masters and Mistresses of Arx I welcome you to our second Whisper Hosted Fashion show. I would like to thank our hostess of the evening Lady Juliana Pravus for dedicating so much of her time, hard work and passion to this project. Every detail has been carefully chosen and crafted to perfection under her gentle guidance. All of our proceeds for the evening will of course be going to the Tragedy Orphanage. I trust you will all enjoy the show that has been created for your pleasure. After each outfit is shown we will e holding a silent auction for the outfit. At this time you will tell one of our Whispers what your bid is, and each outfit will have three rounds. There is wine, champainge and nibbles and the Whisper House is here to serve. Enjoy" and with that Larissa would sit back and give Juliana the floor.

"I can not promise mine wont run dry as well." Nicia admits, glancing into her own glass before she takes a careful sip off her own drink, falling silent as the actual show seems to be getting underway.

Quiet words spoken by Katarina have Belladonna glancing her way, and her response boils down to 'mmm' and a nod, without any more verbal reply than that. She does glance to Alarissa again though, inspecting her for a moment before her eyes turn front and -- when Larissa speaks, she smiles. There is clear approval on her face for a moment, and if she manages to catch Larissa's eyes she gives a brief nod. No further discussion is done by the little blonde; she's falling quiet and settling in to watch, hands folding lightly together against her abdomen.

So it is, it seems, that Alrec is distracted from his pursuit of the backstage area. You see, when he is slyly passed that flask from none other than Princess Katarina his step slows and he is actually drawing to a halt. "Ever kind," he tells her, his eyes sparkling before he is ceremoniously uncorking it and taking a mighty drink. He hisses slightly afterward, though there's a grin to go with it even as he is bowing his head low to his Duchess: Belladonna. His eye is caught by Alarissa at this point and his brow raises a touch. This is combined with a tip of his head before he surveys the crowd as though looking for someone. He nods slightly to the others that he recognizes, typically that of Pravus household, and then he is on his merry way backstage. No, he doesn't return that flask.

Valencia applauds Larissa politely and settles back to watch the show.

Eirene's eyes drop to Turo's crotch for a moment in confusion before she looks back to the stage. "Eh. Let's see what fancy shit they put up for us this time, eh? Maybe I'll fucking buy a dress if it amuses me enough. I did say I'd wear one to a party if a Bringer didn't end up ripping my face off."

After some time has been allowed for those who are coming to arrive, Juliana beams a smile and gestures for Larissa to join her, hand outstretched to take the other woman's hand in her own, as they together climb the steps and onto the stage. Juliana steps to the center edge and waits a moment for those gathered to quiet enough for her to speak to address the crowd. Some might find speaking publicly in such a setting a daunting task, Juliana's expression says that she's enjoying herself immensely. Her voice raises enough to project and carry without the strain of shouting. "Welcome, welcome people of Arx to the Pravus Charity Fashion Show! Tonight, you are going to see some simply amazing works of textile art. Our artisans and crafters have truly outdone themselves. We will be starting our evening off with the evening wear challenge. We have three finalists from the outfits that were submitted, and I think you'll all agree that the judges have our work cut out for us! Take your seats, we are about to begin!"

Ysbail lifts a brow at Abbas' mannerisms, her head tilting to one side as she studies him closely. Inspecting him from head to foot. Finally, she leans in to murmur something to the large Reaver before straightening and smiling up at him, "And a fine evening to you, Your Highness! My you look dapper tonight, I am certain that your sister will be so grateful for the effort you've put in." WHen Victus bids her to sit, she does so, chuckling as she's handed the bottle back. Shrugging, she corks it and tucks the bottle back into a satchel she's carrying. "Oh I'm looking forward to seeing the pair of you getting completely blasted on wine." Looking back to the stage, she smiles broadly and seems excited for what's to come.

"My eyes are up here, Eirene. I'm not a piece of meat." Turo remarks, nudging her with an elbow. "I might bid one, who knows. The thought had occurred to me, at least. Not that I'd wear it or anything. Shoulders are too wide for it." He eyeballs her, then. "Get something in pink. Pay good coin to see you in pink."

Katarina sets her mouth into a small line, a hint of dimples inevitably betraying the Eurusi's growing amusement at the scolding Alarissa is handed by Larissa. Like the little blonde duchess on her left, she too settles into a comfortable quiet to watch the unfolding of the event. "You do realize this means you must stay nearby, no? No sneaking off with our precious sauce," she quips to Alrec in hushed taunting, shimmying back a few rows to fall into quiet conversation with the man.

Except Alrec's gone backstage with her damned flask, so Katarina is off to get it. Quickly.

Alarissa si surprised at the sight of Alrec, smiling widely when she see's him. But that smile is soon wiped off her face and turns to humiliation when there's a whisper heading her way and words are relayed quietly to her. Her chin lifts as she looks to her sister-in=law, murmuring quietly to her so not to disturb the others before the pale Valardin Princess is rising and quietly making her way out, leaving the seat beside Katarina vacant.

And whatever the Admiral whispers to Eirene is met with the sharpest glare. Sharper than the blade her hand automatically falls to. "You fucking asking me to play doctor is a great way to get that thing amputated," she says dryly. Loud enough to be sure it's heard. She takes his flask away and shoves it into her coat, relaxing her drawn up posture. "You're not getting this back, by the way."

Ever the epitome of elegance and sweet stylish grace, Valencia sits back in her chair, delicate hands folded in her lap. A little quizzical look finds her lovely features and curious expressions are shared between Victus and Abbas, but she does not let her look linger long. Conversations swirl around her and she turns to smile at the Archlector and then looks back to the stage. "I am so very curious to see what is presented. It has been some times since I've been able to attend such an event."

Abbas is not sure what dapper means. But he gives sbail a warm smile and a slow dip of his head. The Warlord lifts his wine glass as if to toast to her good health and fortune. "Thank you." He also leans over and whispers to her.

Turo can't help but laugh. "Couldn't resist. You're the one that couldn't stop staring." But no, oh no, she took his flask, and his brow raises. "Hey now, that's my grandfather's flask. I'll be expecting that back, thank you." He looks at her flask, snatching that away from her since she's so occupied with his. "Fair's fair, then, I suppose." he remarks, drinking from it. A nice long pull.

Once she has empty space around her again, Belladonna breathes out a long sigh and shifts in her chair just a bit, relaxing back against it a little more, pulling one leg up beneath her. She looks supremely comfortable right at the moment.

Serenity arrives, delivering a message to Ysbail before departing.

Wordlessly, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes and a heavy sigh, Eirene pulls the flask back out and hands it over. "Don't need a dead man's boozebox." She glances up at the stage but clearly she's not really there for the fashion part of the show.

From backstage, a male voice -- Alrec's to those who recognize him -- yells, "But you're a married woman!" Of course there's laughter added in it too. So.

The music shifts in tone as things get underway, giving the audience the last cue that the show is about to begin. The previous mellow melodies shifts to a more intense, rhythm based, a pair of drummers joining the trio. Juliana moves to the front of the stage, a number of parchment squares in her hand that she reads from as the first of the models comes out.
"Our first look is from Antigone Bresden, from Simply Sweet boutique. The beading on this dress is simply perfection and the color combination is radiant."
The first model is a lovely young whisper, her body lean, lithe, her skin pale cream and rose. Her hair is straight, strawberry blonde and she's wearing a lovely little silk gown in lilac with silver filigree and painted glass beading that gives the impression of a blooming lily across the bodice, the lower petals wrapping partially around her waist. The skirt has amber yellow mixed with the lilac that creates an organic and seamless gradient.
The model enters stage right, and sets the pattern all the models will walk. Across the stage, down the left mini runway, pauses at the end, walks back to the stage, heads down the main runway, turns at the end as they return, heads down the right runway, and then exits the stage.

Katarina checked composure + linguistics at difficulty 20, rolling 8 higher.

Giving a slow nod, Ysbail smiles warmly back to Abbas, whispering her response and even patting him lightly on the forearm before straightening up to look towards the stage once more.

Turo takes back the flask, passing her's back in return. "It's a good flask." he utters, tapping at the back of it, which seems to have directions haphazardly engraved on it. "Anything pulling at you yet?"

Alarissa catches sight of a gesture and moves toward Eirene as she's wending her way out, navy voile fluttering as she comes to a stand beside the woman with blonde brows lifted in question.

From backstage, a young lady's voice arises sharply with foreign words -- Eurusi, for one with an ear for foreign languages perhaps.

Valencia shifts in her chair and takes in a little breath, seemingly having forgotten that these events are more about being seen than seeing. There is a glance to the stage as there behind the stage ruckus ensues and she quirks and eyebrow and then shakes her head, her own dark eyes settling themselves to people watching.

From backstage, there is a second male voice, laughing and then saying perhaps a bit too loud- "Married woman or no, she stills owes me a date." A voice that belongs to a certain Lenosian prince, no doubt.

Victus quirks a brow at the whispering going-on around him, though he seemed to be more interested in the wine than he was with sociability. His eyes are set onto the stage as the wine bottle in his hand is held in a vice.

From backstage, somewhere within that Eurusi flurry comes a masculine curse. Winceworthy, Alrec also.

Once the model leaves the stage Larissa moves to the side and announces "The bidding for the first dress is open, you will have five minutes to get your first bid to me before the next round. Good luck to you all" and keeping it sweet and short, she offers everyone a sweet wink and waits for the Whispers to begin bringing her the bids.

"Well, if it does," Sebastian says to Nicia, "Then we'll see about seeing them both refilled." He is quiet then as the show begins, and turns his attention toward the stage to listen to Juliana and watch as the models make their way across the stage.

Nudging Victus lightly, Ysbail smiles up towards her escort and leans in to murmur to him as well. She didn't miss the dress, though, oh no. In fact she vastly enjoys the filigree! Unsure if she should wait for the next one or start bidding now, however, she holds herself in check and waits for something that will drop her jaw.

"One of us can make the run to the house for more...unless there is some stashed in a bush somewhere." Nicia glances towards the Pravus Manor with an almost longing look before she turns her attention back to the stage, nursing her drink quietly now.

Eirene shrugs at the absconding princess and takes another pull from her flask. "Well, I should get back to work then. You see anything you think I actually would wear, let me know." She slaps Turo on the shoulder as she turns to head into the city.

"If I buy it for you, you owe me." Turo remarks, taking another pull, and giving a nod as she moves to leave.

From backstage, after a resounding thud and Eurusi, comes a sweet apology. "I'm sorry you had to see me get a little rough, Your Highness. But it looks as though there's a problem with pirates stealing a lady's most precious treasure today."

Serenity arrives, delivering a message to Ysbail before departing.

Alarissa watches Eirene depart, a glance to Turo before she too is disappearing as Larissa gave invitation for her to do. Exit one Valardin Princess who won't be spending her money here tonight.

Victus chuckles softly at the words shared between himself and the Duchess, leaning in to murmur something as well as the fashionable dresses flash through his eyes. It wasn't something he understood, but... it was something.

Once the first model is off the stage, the second appears - and this model is royal! Prince Antonio Velenosa appears dressed in a dark plum wool men's wrap skirt, the fabric holding a plaid pattern formed of thicker cobalt bars and acid green stripes. The skirt is fastened with thick buttons on one hip, the hem brushing the tops of his knees. There's only a bit of bare skin between that and the start of his classic leather boots. An exquisitely sheer sleeveless tunic is crafted from finest Velenosan silk. Black, but so see-through the shape of his chest can easily been seen, the fabric only darkening his skin, not hiding it. Accented with a thick pewter armband worn on his left bicep, studded with onyx and amethyst the look is completely pulled together and the prince is pulling it off.
Juliana has a special sort of smile as Antonio makes his entrance, the grin less polished than her usual, a little crooked, and she takes a few seconds too long before she remembers she's supposed to be talking. "Our handsome Prince Antonio Velenosa is wearing an incredible outfit made by Sharon deBlas of DeBlas Clothiers. This wool wrap skirt with it's bold plaid print and sinfully sheer silk tunic is sure to turn heads. Paired with a strong, masculine arm band, the man wearing this is sure to get a number of looks, am I right?" This rhetorical question is offered to the audience in a joyful tone from Juliana as she sneaks another peak at Antonio working the runway with confidence and a sly grin.

Carissa, a Malvici bodyguard have been dismissed.

Katarina returns to her seat in time to watch Antonio make his debut upon the runway. "That is quite the outfit indeed," she sings her praises toward Juliana agreeably, a vibrant laughter in her eyes before her attention is on the men nearest her, leaning over to offer a quiet word to Abbas.

When she sees Katarina sitting down near the front of the seating rather than the back where she's perched herself, Belladonna chuckles quietly. The clothing on Antonio certainly catches her attention, and she stares for a moment before she clears her throat and nods over towards the closest of her guards just as she starts to rise.

Once the model leaves the stage Larissa moves to the side and announces "The bidding for the second dress is open, you will have five minutes to get your first bid to me before the next round. Good luck to you all" and keeping it sweet and short, she offers everyone a sweet wink and waits for the Whispers to begin bringing her the bids.

There is no self-consicousness at all as Antonio struts down the runway- at least as far as he's concerned, the Lenosian prince looks good and knows it. He can't help but offer a the crowd his customary, easy going smile- and he also can't help but wave at his little sister, Valencia, and winking, before he struts confidently backstage.

Then next outfit has Ysbail's brows jumping up. She grins at Victus' return comments, leaning in to offer her reply softly amidst the show's noises. The show has become more interesting already!

Valencia looks up and smiles, dark eyes sparkling with a little look of amused glee as he makes his way down the catwalk. She gives a playful and affectionate shake of her head and little roll of her eyes as he sends her a little wink. It would seem that big brother may garner no end of teasing from her at a later time by the look in her eyes. It's a good thing the roguishly handsome Prince of Velenosa looks so handsome and knows how to show off to best advantage. The little princess smiles at Juliana and nods, offering the outfit and its model an ethusiastic yet polite round of applauds.

Juliana tosses Antonio a little wink as he makes his way off stage, joining in with the applause, those parchment notes flapping against her wrist as she does. Once he's gone, she's turning back to the crowd and offering a wide smile, "And last, we have a glorious gown from Cecily LaRouch of LaRouch Designs. This gown's delicate faux-feather bodice is tasteful despite the plunging decolletage. The flare of the feathered bodice leads to what is simply the most skillful skirt draping I've ever seen, just watch how it moves!" Juliana does just that, watching the dark skinned young whisper make her entrance. The pale gold of the gown is a beautiful contrast to the chocolate hue of the woman's skin. The bodice is indeed daring, more than hinting at the woman's curvaceous chest while still maintaining a level of elegance that keeps it from being too much. And then there is the skirt -- a cloud of smoky golden silk that seethes around her as she makes her way through the runway circuit. Juliana's eyes follow her and there is no mistaking the Pravus Lady's interest in the gown. Once the model is backstage, Juliana turns to the audience and beams, "How about a hand for our evening wear artisans!"

There is a tilt of her head sent in Katarina's direction, and Belladonna slips back in the direction of Pravus manor as unobtrusively as she can manage.

6 Pravus Honor Guard, Aida leave, following Belladonna.

The bids for this round comes to a close and Larissa steps forward and announces "The highest bid stands at One Thousand Silver, for those of you who would like to match this you now have three minutes to do so."

The Warlord of THrax leans back to whisper to Katarina. He then settles back and offers her a polite smile. His eyes go back to the show.

Juliana tosses Antonio a little wink as he makes his way off stage, joining in with the applause, those parchment notes flapping against her wrist as she does. Once he's gone, she's turning back to the crowd and offering a wide smile, "And last, we have a glorious gown from Cecily LaRouch of LaRouch Designs. This gown's delicate faux-feather bodice is tasteful despite the plunging decolletage. The flare of the feathered bodice leads to what is simply the most skillful skirt draping I've ever seen, just watch how it moves!" Juliana does just that, watching the dark skinned young whisper make her entrance. The pale gold of the gown is a beautiful contrast to the chocolate hue of the woman's skin. The bodice is indeed daring, more than hinting at the woman's curvaceous chest while still maintaining a level of elegance that keeps it from being too much. And then there is the skirt -- a cloud of smoky golden silk that seethes around her as she makes her way through the runway circuit. Juliana's eyes follow her and there is no mistaking the Pravus Lady's interest in the gown. Once the model is backstage, Juliana turns to the audience and beams, "How about a hand for our evening wear artisans!"

The music shifts again, this time back to something a bit more mellow, as Juliana flips through her cards and finds her place. "Next, we have some fabulous accessories to put on display! Starting with a pair of incredibly unique boots, modeled by Pravus' very own, Admiral Magaldi!" Juliana claps her hands, turning to look as the Admiral takes the stage.

Valencia smiles again and graciously claps her hands as the model slips from the stage and the lovely Juliana calls for applause.

A little while after leaving the runway, Antonio reappears, dressed once again in gold and amethyst, his hair put back in a man bun. A smile is given toward Juliana, but since she's busy hosting the show, he chooses to head into audience, finding Valencia and setting himself down next to her, opposite the Archlector.

These boots were made for walking. Or perhaps they were made for strutting. That seems to be the purpose that Alrec Magaldi has for them. The Pravus Admiral is currently doing his best runway impression of the others that came before him: in other words, he is currently hamming it up. Did anyone expect anything else from the man? He makes with the pouty lips, fierce expressions, and cocks a hip just so -- evidently whatever damage was done off stage was a temporary affair. When he gets over himself, he is thereafter illustrating those most fine boots. His step under the best of circumstances is a solid, bold thing, but it is enhanced with just the right amount of punctuality in his step. He exhibits the clipped step, he shows off his mighty stomp, and there is even a toe pivot. Once or twice he might be searching the crowd, but, well, this is just to be expected. In the very end though, before giving another their turn, he is calling forth, "If anyone wants to bid on these, these boots will walk right on over to you after!" The point is punctuated with a flash of a bright, roguish grin that is all sorts of mischief. He bows with a flourish and backs offstage.

Larissa stands and announces Lord Turo wins the plaid kilt at 2000. Thank you so much my Lord, please feel free to pick up your prize at your leisure. On behalf of the Orphans of Arx, we thank you. I now open bidding for the next outfit that was just shown to us by the ever fashionable Captain Alrec. You will have five minutes to get your bids in. Good luck!

Laughing at the Admiral's antics, Juliana watches him head back stage, before looking for the next Whisper to take the stage. A lovely young woman, the redhead from the lilac gown, returns, this time sporting a gorgeous leather cape done in colors of sea green, ivory and amethyst. "This lovely piece was made by Arthur Russo from Bracers and Bootstraps here in the Lyceum Ward. As the last model leaves the stage, Juliana is once more leading the applause, crying "Show your love for our accessory designers!"

Nightshade, a tiny black kitten, 3 Rubino and Zaffria guards, Ariadne, Penelope arrive, following Dafne.

Valencia smiles as Antonio joins her, leaning to whisper something quietly before happily supporting Juliana's request for applause, turning dark smiling eyes back to the stage and waiting expectantly for the next model and stunning example of Arx fashion ingenuity to appear.

Dafne makes her way back toward her estate, kitten in her arms, her assistants and guards trailing in her dark-clad wake. The little duchess spares a glance for the crowd and the clothing on display.

Turo chuckles, having realized he bought a kilt and not a dress! Oh well! "Guess I can't tell a kilt from a dress. Oh well, I'm sure I got the legs and ankles for it." He takes a swig from his flask, shrugging. Yeah, he's totally got the legs for it.

Only one person bid on the boots so the bidding was stopped with the winner applauded and the boots handed over. "The next item up for bid is the Gold Ethereal dress. You have five minutes and good luck to you all!" she cheers

Larissa is left laughing at the amount of bids for the gown "Goodness! A popular dress indeed. The highest bid stands at 30,000! If you would like to try to win you have five minutes to top that bid." she grins with a twinkle in her eye{

For those that might have their eye on the backstage area, or are backstage themselves, Alrec is slipping off and away. He's not venturing toward the crowd but rather he's heading the opposite direction.

The music changes tempo once again, this time sliding to a dramatic and occasionally dissonant and shivery tune. The music feels dramatic, and Juliana's voice adds a note of it as well. "We are coming up on the last pieces of the night, my fellow Arxians! It is time for the boldest of the bold, the items that push the boundaries of design and truly make us question? what is taste?" Juliana's grin indicates she's trying to hold back a laugh at her own attempts at pretension. She gestures to the back and the first model emerges. A roguishly handsome young whisper clad in an ensemble of maroon and gray leathers contrasted with blood red silk. The wolf theme on this outfit is clear, and there is added sparkle in the golden chasings. The whisper plays up the primal feel, stalking along the runway and stopping to abruptly pose.

Ryder the falcon, Matteo, 3 Malvici Guards arrive, following Calypso.

Ryder the falcon, Matteo, 3 Malvici Guards leave, following Calypso.

2 House Wyrmguard Guards leaves, following Desiree.

Paulo Whisper enters the stage with a marching gait of a man who is more than passing familiar with the drills of combat. His lean muscular fits the outfit he wears to absolute perfection as he walks up the catwalk, pauses and about faces and marches back - showing everyone how ease they leather moves with his lean body. The outfit itself is is a work of masculine beauty in leather, silk and a touch of silver. The theme of the outfit is the Wolf, lone and lean and ferocious. A proud and righteous stalker of the night. Silver pauldrons gleam upon Paulo's shoulders as he turns in the light to show the curl of the snarl maw gripping him. The same ferocity is enhanced throughout the vest where metal clasps in the same visage run across the chest and down the front. The pants are inset upon each side of the thigh with tooled leather, keeping with the theme and using the angular lines to create the same features of the wolf. The overall effect is something elegant and rugged with just a hint of that dangerous edge. After a few moments of standing and letting everyone have their fill the Whisper turns and marches off the stage.

Larissa steps forward "And the winner of the Gold dress is Lady Ysbail at 30,000. Congratulations my Lady! I hope you enjoy your beautiful treasure and we thank you on behalf of the Orphans of Arx! Now I will begin bidding on the mens wolf themed attire and of course you have five minutes!!"

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

Camilla, Luigi, 6 Malvici Guards arrive, following Hadrian.

Camilla, Luigi, 6 Malvici Guards leave, following Hadrian.

The next model comes in, clad in a midnight blue robe made of the finest, thinnest silk and is stunningly embroidered with blooms all along the sides. Juliana whistles as the model begins her walk, turning to address the audience. "The plunging neckline is daring, and when paired with that embroidery certainly qualifies as avante garde. Paired with matching slippers and some truly lovely jewelry, this outfit is sure to keep people talking!"

Larissa steps forward and clears her throat. "The highest bid for the mens wolf suit is at 10,000. If you would like a chance to outbid you now have three minutes"

Camilla, Luigi, 6 Malvici Guards arrive, following Hadrian.

Ysabil Whisper is the next model to enter the stage and she is a vision of dark dark hair piled in glittering pins and curls atop her head. She has the face of a china doll with lips painted crimson and thick dark lashes falling upon her cheek. The gown she wears moves like water across her body, full of soft fluidity that hugs her subtle curves. It is the color of midnight, the deepest blue and stands out against her pale skin. It is almost scandelous in it's cut, but the fold of it keeps the wearer just this shy of modest. It is a wrap style gown that is more of a robe than a wrap, leaving the neckline plunging and tapering off just below the breast bone where the fabric is folded in an overlap across the hips. It is tied at the waist in a wide silk ribbon with a large bow at the left side of the hip and then continues to flow freely down to the ankles and is left open from the upper thigh all the way down so a flash of well toned leg is shone with every step.. but nothing more. The sleeves are long and pulled tight around the wrist so the effect is breezy and flowing and bright, beautiful emrboidery is placed all along in clusters of violets and nightshade and other flowers in a variety of purples and violets. Ysabil pauses for a moment to allow everyone to drink her in before she turns and leaves.

Rohm the Blackguard arrives, following Caelis.

Rohm the Blackguard leaves, following Caelis.

Larissa looks around with a smile "And our wolf suit goes to Highlord Victus. Congratulations and thank you so very much. I will now start the bidding on our final item of the evening, the embroidered robe silk gown and slippers. You have five minutes!"

Antonio is overheard praising Juliana for: A more beautiful and talented mistress of ceremonies there never has been.

Katarina is overheard praising Antonio for: Oh my.

Katarina is overheard praising Alrec for: Such pouty lips!

Katarina is overheard praising Juliana for: My friend is so fashionable and talented!

Applauding with the rest of the audience, Juliana glances to her cards and lights up, "And we're going to close the show with what I believe, is my favorite piece of the whole night! We have another royal model, lords and ladies! The Princess Isabeau Valardin is modeling a dazzling design by Fedic Rothso of Rostho Clothiers! Look at that shape, the color, the filigree -- the feathers!" Juliana watches as Isabeau takes the stage by storm.

When the cue in given, enter one Princess Isabeau Valardin -- isn't she a bit short for a stormtr-- supermodel? -- gracefully stepping onto the stage and presenting to the assembly a sublime vision in cobalt blue that is sure to wow the crowd with its remarkable creativity. The gown is a striking creation; a genuine work of art that would no doubt please Jayus to behold. The cut clings to her curves from her graceful throat to her scandalously bare feet. Her rich blonde hair has been swept up and bound by gilded ribbons so as to truly allow the audience to admire the delicate, metal-wire wings that sprout from her shoulders. The entire piece is accented in glittering gold, from the sleeveless bodice to the thin, twin belts decorated in bronze and gold feathers that draw the eye with every shift of her hips and all the way to the floor where the floating hem flutters airy with every step. It is an impressive gown of water and air in fabric form modeled by an equally impressive young woman of noble blood and enthralling charm, but it's the avant-garde fashion that is truly the star of the show.

(Isabeau is modeling the following item: Stunning cobalt silk gown ornamented with golden filigree, metallic petal architecture and feathers)

A late arrival, or simply passing through, Duke Hadrian Malvici leads trailed by a small contingent of personal assistants as well as a number of Ducklings, or personal guardsmen as some may very well refer to them. As he briskly marches through Reflection Square in the direction of Malvici Square, he gradually begins to slow in his ground-eating stride. While he does not stop moving, it becomes apparent that he's not exactly watching where he's going as he very nearly bumps into a random pedestrian and is only halted from doing so by the guiding hand of one of his very own Ducklings. Hadrian spares a glance to his shoulder to utter a quiet, distracted thanks to the guard before his attention drifts back toward the fashion show that seems to be in the midst of drawing to a close. The cobalt blue gown however draws his attention and Hadrian roots himself where he grinds to a halt in order to appreciate the view from a distance.

Katarina is overheard praising Isabeau for: W.O.W.

Valencia is overheard praising Juliana for: Such an excellent eye for fashion. An excellent and most lovely host and a wondrous showing of artistry and fashion brilliance. Bravo!

Valencia is overheard praising Larissa for: A true talent and gorgeous example of style and grace. Bravo!

Abbas is overheard praising Juliana for: I am proud of your charity event.

As there was only one bid for the purple dress Larissa quietly makes the exchange and clears her throat. "Now the really, really last dress of the night is being shown" she laughs covering her cheeks at her little faux pas earlier. "For those of you will bid on the dress our lovely Princess Isabeu is wearing... five minutes!"

Valencia is overheard praising Antonio for: Wears it so very well. Couldn't be more proud... though I will tease him mercilessly for the rest of his days. I hope he lives forever. <3

As the event seems to be coming to a close, Nicia finishes her drink and slips to her feet to beat a hasty retreat towards the Pravus manor.

2 Pravus Guard leaves, following Nicia.

Laughing with delight as the remaining models swarm the stage to wave and give one last glimpse of their outfits, Juliana leads off a cheer for the artisans responsible for the night's display. "I want to thank all of you for coming to see our show and supporting those artisans whose works daily brighten our lives, give our hearts joy and remind us all what we fight to hold dear. Thank you all, truly, from the bottom of our hearts and enjoy yourselves! Good night!"

Abbas stands from his seat and claps and smiles. The Warlord of Thrax is eager to take his leave after doing his filial duty. And so he heads into the Pravus Manor.

As the bidding ends Larissa stands. "The winner of the dress is Prince Abbas Thrax. Thank you all for participating! Tonight was a resounding success with nearly 80,000 silver raised for the Tragedy Orphanage. This could not have happened without all of you of course and you are all so very appreciated. Thank you!

Hadrian is overheard praising Juliana for: I'm sad to say that I missed what appeared to be a grand show! Perhaps I'll have the opportunity to be witness to the next one.

Valencia offers enthusiastic applause as the annoucement of the amount raised, offering a bright smile to Larissa and Juliana. "Well done," she calls with a warm and approving nod.

As the bidding ends Larissa stands. "The winner of the dress is Lady Ysbail. Thank you all for participating! Tonight was a resounding success with nearly 80,000 silver raised for the Tragedy Orphanage. This could not have happened without all of you of course and you are all so very appreciated. Thank you!



Hadrian is overheard praising Isabeau for: Definitely the best dress, hands down, without argument. So what if I only saw the one?

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