1 Templar Knight guards arrives, following Udell.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn slowly strolls into the ballroom while taking time to glance around at those who have already arrived. One of the sets of couches seems to appeal to her enough that she moves over toward them and careful not to snag the fabric with some of her costume thorns, takes a seat. She crosses one leg over the other, idly folding her hands in hr lap as her gaze lingers on some of the other outfits and those who wear them.

Someone wearing a blooming rose mask with falling petals has left the The Impropriety Couch.

The hall that once hosted a -flower- masquerade is now branching out (hah) to other themes. This time plants. Just plants. From vegetables to fruits to obscure species of tree that one might come across in a book. Music blasts through the hall courtesy of a group of bards dressed as salad. Lettuce on the lute, tomatoes on the flute and a man dressed as a cucumber providing the vocals. It's a popular jovial Lycene song that speaks of a famous historical feasts with mysteriously poisoned guests. Topical, given the musicians are dressed as foot items.

The rest of the hall is decorated as one would expect. Tables and couches covered in shrubbery which on close inspection is made entirely of linens and silks. The hostess of the event has neglected to wear a mask. Truly the type of scandal one would expect from a mirrormask. She greets the guests near the entrance with merry smiles, her sparkling silver costume glittering in the torch light.

Someone wearing textured treebark mask of the sagewood arrives, following Someone wearing blooming iris mask.

Someone wearing a rose-red venetian mask under a diadem of thorny vines has, in the spirit of the agricultural theme, gone to the tremendous effort of peace-binding a farmer's scythe. The massive weapon is certainly a sight to behold, and to those familiar with the weapon, it completely gives away the identity of the masked woman -- as does the floor-length, loose-fitting shadowmeld maternity dress. Still, she's at least doing her best to act like it's not /obvious/ that it's her. "Your Highness," she greets Isolde at the door with a genuine-enough smile.

A darkened garden of flowers walks into the hall only to stop and look around realizing that they probably misunderstood the concept of the masquerade and takes with a shrug then heads through the crowd grabbing a drink from one passing tray and bottle from another before looking around to finish off the glass and plop it right back onto a third possible tray roaming around. With bottle in hand there's a small jingle from their persons before looking to see who else or what else shows up.

A woman in white orange-tree blossoms stands not far from the entrance to the ballroom, her dark hair a halo of curls about her head. Her mask is propped above her brow, awaiting the arrival of expected companions. She spots the man in the love-in-the-mist and beams, tugging her half-mask into place and reaching for him with both hands. Her dress of gray silk embroidered in semiprecious stones is wealthy in fabric through the skirt, whispering across the ground as she trots forward to take his hands. "There you are," she greets him, on her toes to kiss him in greeting. "Did you see him? Did he make it?" she asks, her eyes on his, a hand coming up the brush his mask, admiring him. "-you're -stunning-," she interrupts herself, stepping back a little to look him over. "Eiran. Gods." Her fingers brush his chest, eyeing something on it. "And this suits you perfectly." She grins.

Clearly someone didn't read the rules for the masq, for they didn't come dressed as a plant, but rather as a rabbit. But it is plant-themed, for rabbits love plants! And their companion is dressed as a rose and what rabbit doesn't love roses. Upon reaching the front of the line, the giant Rabbit gives a little bob of it's head in the direction of Isolde, a proper little greeting that is accompanied by a little wiggle of the fluffy tail that it wears, "Your Highness! Delightful times ahead!" Masculine voice, obviously. Then, after a look around, there's a quiet murmur to it's companion before it literally hops its way over in the direction of one of the available places, no doubt to initially stake claim to a seat before seeing about drinks and other such things.

Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine enters - a petite, feminine figure - with a tangle of seaweed at her side. The pair greet the hostess and find drinks, quickly, before settling themselves upon a couch. A scandalous couch, it seems. Though the pair seems unlikely to erupt in any such act at the moment.

Someone wearing a rusted helm overgrown with Sea-weed sits reclined at one couch in low conversation. The intricate spiralling tattoos over much of his chest, shoulder, and arm are quite distinctive. A sharp sniff is heard at the sight of the scythe bearer.

Oops! Lady Tesha didn't wear a mask this evening, but given the healing cuts on her face that's probably why she's maskless. She decided that a somewhat poisonous plant was a good thing to wear. The woman who is usually dressed in crimson has switched that out for almost pure white with the barest blush of pink that accents the gown and the accessories that go with it. "Your Highness." she gives a dip of her head to Isolde at the door and then she moves inside to find a nice quiet place to people watch from for the moment.

Arriving on the arm of a large rabbit, which is a risk, given how much rabbit's like to eat roses, but it seems safe so far. Rather, she moves to the music she hears, not dancing, but just embracing that beat with every step. Clad in skin-toned gossamer silk, from a distance it looks as though she is wearing a collection of rose petals that cascade across her. There is an obvious twinkle of excitement in her eyes, as though this is a new experience altogether. Keeping close to the large rabbit, she is whispering all sorts of things, looking like she is brimming with energy and could very much be the one that will be hopping about. A slender fingers points from time-to-time, ever curious as to what she's encountering. All the costumes, the decorations, everything, it's enjoyable to take in and be part of. A dip of her head is given to Isolde, their gracious host before she is chasing after the hopping rabbit laughing and probably snagging a drink along the way.

Udell pads into the ballroom, sans mask, though it does not seem to deter the Archlector in the least from bowing his head to Isolde and offering a sun-warm smile before he finds a quiet corner to impose himself.

Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat pauses at the entryway to properly greet the host. He dips into a low bow, holds it a few seconds worth of time, before actually rising to his full height and advancing. One must not hold up the line, after all. He pauses near the entryway to gain his bearings, though his attention lingers on the peace-bound scythe. Given his own theme for the masquerade, well, the twitch of his lips is likely a forgivable thing. Upon spying Lady Tesha without a mask the figure pauses and tips his head in greeting.

A blooming Iris and a sage old tree walk into a masquerade... no, there's no punchline. The two wait in the receiving line, though the purple shaded one of the two nudges her tree-like escort with an elbow and laughingly points out that it seems the person wearing the rabbit mask is actually acting like... a rabbit. And this is apparently, quite amusing. "Your Highness. Extremely well decorated." is complimented of the hostess, with a genuine smile somehow imbued with warmth despite the mask covering features.

Caspian trots into the room, looking very much like a bush. He completely forgot to wear a mask, instead smudging some dirt on his forehead to be more.. plant-like. he gives a bright smile to those in the room and moves to great Isolde, offering a bow. Several leaves fluttered to the floor from the motion but he quickly bent to pick them up. "Your highness, its a pleasure! and the decor is just wonderful." with that, he heads off to mingle, going BRUSH with the others.

Someone wearing a half mask of aconite blossoms and lacework vines steps in on the arm of someone wearing an asymmetrical foxglove half-mask, fashionably late despite appearing to have come from deeper within the estate. Foxglove, the taller of the pair, cuts a dashing figure in fitted, shadowy brocade and umbra with pops of purple here and there, a pair of unforgettable blue eyes peering out from his golden mask. He is speaking quietly with his shorter companion, who dressed in purple honeysilk and black lace, with gold glinting every few steps as the dramatic split up the side of her gown parts enough to show off the lacework garter at her thigh. Her mask is also gold filigree cleverly designed to appear as lace, with aconite blossoms in the pattern and adorning it. The pair pause near the door to greet Isolde with smiles and quietly-murmured compliments before carrying on deeper into the ballroom to find a seat. While Foxglove seems pleasant and composed, his Aconite-masked companion is beaming and whispering to him giddily, with plenty of gentle tugs to his arm and small gestures to point out particularly good costumes as she speaks. "They are all so beautiful," she can be overheard saying on their way through."

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has left the Shadowy Corner.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has joined the The Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing a rose-red venetian mask under a diadem of thorny vines, leaning the massive peace-bound farmer's scythe over her shoulder, stops and watches the person in the golden wheat mask for a long moment, seeming to have to resist temptation.

Someone wearing textured treebark mask of the sagewood enters alongside the blooming iris: the tall, masculine figure is dressed impeccably to match the theme, his brown and green costume clearly made specifically for him. There's no creaking or attempts to act tree-like, however: the slight shake of his head suggests he's more bemused than anything at the rabbit figure. His head turns obviously, taking in the various costumes, any reaction hidden behind leather mask. "A delightful set up," he adds to the hostess with a tip of his head, before they step further inside. "Let's fine somewhere to settle before we claim drinks," he tells his purple, guiding her towards the inviting couches with a dip of head towards the blackthorn there.

Someone wearing textured treebark mask of the sagewood has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing blooming iris mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing an azure love-in-a-mist mask inset with turquoise reaches to take both of Joscelin's hands, beaming. "I'm keeping an eye out for him, though I don't rightly know what to look for." He preens under the praise, flaunting all the little extras that had been so generously gifted to him. "Oh I /love/ the chain," he gushes openly. "And you're striking, of course," he says, fingertips grazing curls. "Those little flowers in your hair are charming."

Tesha looks to the scythe that's peacebound and then her stormy gaze catches sight of the mask that depicts golden wheat. Her gaze lingers for a moment before there is a look between the scythe and the wheat, but any joke that she was going to say is kept to herself as she is greeted. She gives a dip of her head to the mask wearer in return, "Good evening." she offers with a smile.

Someone wearing an asymmetrical foxglove half mask arrives at the grand Velenosa ballroom with the very essence of aconite blossoms at his arm. He stands tall and dark with golden wisps upon waistcoat and shirt while cufflinks at his wrists glitter with every move. Making sure to greet Isolde at the entrance, he gives his cousin a smile and then makes his way into the ballroom to find a drink. Or two. "They really are." he agrees with his companion. "And I'm glad you invited me out tonight." A tease, that. With a grin to follow.

Someone wearing a blooming rose mask with falling petals has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a rose-red venetian mask under a diadem of thorny vines has left the Shadowy Corner.

Someone wearing a rusted helm overgrown with Sea-weed helpfully shots toward the scythe bearer, while pointing at the Wheat: "Cut him down, you coward!" A fierce smile is audible in the words.

Someone wearing a rose-red venetian mask under a diadem of thorny vines has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn spots some people entering the masquerade and on spotting the sagewood and iris couple, gestures toward them. "Please join me if you should wish. Our costumes do seem to compliment each other, blackthorns nestling along the roots of a strong tree and brave, stately iris blooms to please the eyes of the beholder.

The Velenosan princess maintains the warm of her smile, although there's the slightest waver when she's greeted by the hopping bunny. "Well, /interesting/ times, certainly." She responds with a bow of her head. "I admire the ingenious costume. Bunnies, plants. Perfect." A light chuckle follows before she's studying the other costumes. "Do not be alarmed by the drinks, they are very much edible." In addition to the wine and liquor being served on trays, there are... green drinks. One would assume blended plant life or something of the like. Definitely edible. The tastes may vary.

Yes, the individual in the Rabbit Outfit is indeed acting like a rabbit, at least for the moment. Half way to the table, there's a little wiggle of the tail and the person is then continuing their hop, occasionally stopping to murmur to the rose that is forced to chase on after them. On the way there, a drink is claimed and it's only when a table is reached that a laugh falls from beneath the mask and the face of the rabbit looks to the rose, to stage-whisper in a not so quiet voice, "Look at all the tasty plants. I've got a full buffet, all to myself!" Oh, there's laughter and teasing that dance and weave through those words. The Rabbit is then moving to settle into a seat at the table.

Someone wearing a half-mask of dark walnut leaves arranged in artful symmetry enters with his head tilted at a slight angle, as if chasing a sound, isolating a voice from the noise of the crowd. There's nothing to be read of his expression, of course: it's lost behind the mask. But his body language suggests a crooked focus, absolute but not _here_. Then! "Oh," he says, and he pivots toward a pair he was about to pass to place a hand on one orange-blossomed arm, a hand on the love-in-a-mist arm. "Let's have a seat." Then he moves on. Let's hope he got the right people.

Someone wearing a rose-red venetian mask under a diadem of thorny vines looks over at Seaweed Helm while walking over to the Impropriety Couches. "It's peacebound," she says, "but I could still turn their ribs into powder." The statement is either completely deadpan, or not a joke. Then the Diadem of Thorns woman in the shadowmeld maternity dress approaches the Rabbit. "I feel as though we've met before, Rabbit."

Someone wearing a half-mask of green leaves and the blossoms of the orange tree laughs brightly and beams at Eiran, blush visible to her sternum. "I didn't tell you? It's splendidly made..." She leans in to whisper to the man in the mask inset with turquoise- ... only to be -interrupted- by a walnut tree. She nearly bleats in alarm but it melts into a smothered giggle. "Oh but ... Sir Walnut, we were waiting for someone...!" she insists.

Someone wearing a half-mask of green leaves and the blossoms of the orange tree has joined the Libertine Table.

Someone wearing a half-mask of green leaves and the blossoms of the orange tree has left the Libertine Table.

Someone wearing a half-mask of green leaves and the blossoms of the orange tree has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat cants his head to the side and definitely looks sidelong toward the scythe-bearer, his shoulders shaking briefly in amusement. Or perhaps it is fear? Still, when Tesha greets him, he takes a step back and off to the side so that he can keep in easy conversational range. "Lady Telmar," he greets her, as if if was clear who he was. "I hope that you are well. You came without costume?" He is not oblivious to the call of the of the sea-weed helm yonder, for he stands up just a bit taller. Allows him to make for an easier target, see.

Someone wearing a half-mask of dark walnut leaves arranged in artful symmetry has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing an azure love-in-a-mist mask inset with turquoise leans in for that whisper, then startles at Joscelin's alarm. He eyes Walnut Man for a wary moment, then brightens sharply. "Well look at you! I meant to tell you, I got your ice delivery but I think someone might've stolen it, all I got was wet leather and hay." /Is/ Eiran truly this dumb? We just don't know. "Oh are we supposed to pretend it's not our date?" he asks Joscelin, wide-eyed.

Someone wearing an azure love-in-a-mist mask inset with turquoise has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing a half-mask of green leaves and the blossoms of the orange tree can't stop laughing, not with the look on Eiran's face, all the way to the couch they're nudged? guided? pushed? towards. And sit.

Tesha gives a chuckle as someone tells the scythe bearer to cut down the wheat. There wouldn't really be fabric tearing tonight, would there? Hopefully not! She then gives a look back to the masked man that speaks to her and there is a curious cant to her head as she looks him over. Was it Richard? Maybe it was. "I am well after a few days of recovery in the House of Solace. I hope that you are well, my Lord?" she asks him. Then she chuckles, "I am without mask, but decided that I'd dress up at least. My face is still cranky with me for passing out on it." she admits to them quietly.

Jaxon, Champion of the Reflection have been dismissed.

Bruiser, a merle teacup chihuahua wearing a diamond collar have been dismissed.

Slaine, a wallflower have been dismissed.

Rex, a large blue cane corso mastiff have been dismissed.

Clearly wishing to rest her legs before she can consider dancing, Isolde makes her way to one of the couches. At random. Spinning around on her heels a few times and stopping as she faces the Inviting Couches. Making her way over with a beaming smile, she sinks onto the seat, stretching her legs soothed by the brief respite.

Isolde has joined the Inviting Couches.

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Caspian has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has left the The Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Caspian looks over to the Impropriety couch and moves over to join, giving a grin, "So.. the burning question now is do i know who ANY of you are..."

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Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine has left the The Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a rose-red venetian mask under a diadem of thorny vines looks down at her shadowmeld gown, and then at her scythe. "No points for guessing."

The dark garden steps away from the Scandal Couch heading towards the Ballroom Floor with a smirk as they've found a dance partner.

Someone wearing mysterious silver and purple mask makes her way in, perhaps intended to be a violet of some sort. She glances around the party to which she has arrived late before deciding to find somewhere to hang out.

Someone wearing mysterious silver and purple mask has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

With Caspian approaching the Impropriety Couch and offering that comment, the Rabbit gives a little twitch of it's whiskers, which really means it's just twitching its head back and forth from side to side, "Well, that really is half the fun of these things. Trying to figure out just who is who."

Someone wearing a half mask of aconite blossoms and lacework vines turns her gaze up to her Foxglove date with a quiet laugh, the dark eyes behind her mask lighting up. "Oh... peachy and bubbly sounds exactly like the kind of thing I want," comes her reply to something spoken to her more quietly, before her voice dips again. A longing glance is given to the dance floor on their way by, but soon her attention is back upon her escort.

Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat pauses distinctly, his head tilting to the side to take in the healing cuts on Tesha's face. After that length of study he nods to her, though there is no mistaking the hint of a frown on his lips. "Indeed," he murmurs in response. "I am well enough, thank you for asking." He pauses, gesturing to the area as a whole before confessing, "Making an attempt at being social." Which evidently means monopolizing her time. Which, when that recognition hits, he takes a deep breath and looks out across the crowd as if attempting to make out faces beneath masks. He pauses to focus on the orchid mask, but it is a brief thing, and he looks on soon enough.

Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine follows the Orchids to the dancefloor, moving with grace as some grapevines trail behind her.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids checks charm and performance at normal. Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids is successful.

Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine checks charm and performance at normal. Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine is successful.

Nothing fancy in the dance from the broken rays of light upon the ballroom floor. Holding hands as if small children and bouncing around followed by a slide then spin into a circle. Almost graceful, something different from many of the dances others might be prepared to watch or participate in. They laugh softly in the second spin, ducking under to spin themselves while sending the crown of grapevine and their trailing vines into a spin before sliding back around for another set of hops.

"I've had worse in terms of wounds, my Lord. I'll be fine." Tesha assures the Lord wearing the golden wheat mask. She then looks out to the area as he gestures and she offers a soft chuckle, "You and I are in the same boat tonight it would seem then." she admits to that. "Though I guess me standing over here in this alcove really doesn't help." she adds with an amused smile. She does watch him for a moment, trying to place the voice of the man. "If you'd like to be completely reckless after you get some socializing under your belt I hear there is a dance floor." she whispers to him with a smile.

Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine,having been warned about 'hops,' follows the Orchids with a slightly surprised laugh. She catches on to the movements quickly and keeps pace. When the spinning comes, the grapevines swing out around her.

Someone wearing a rose-red venetian mask under a diadem of thorny vines gets up from the Impropriety Couch, holding her stomach and walking for the exit very quickly. Wheat has won tonight due to a sudden forfeit by Scythe.

Someone wearing a rose-red venetian mask under a diadem of thorny vines has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat studies Tesha a moment longer before nodding his head to her. He glances back across the ballroom before snorting in response to her words. "Completely reckless," he repeats. "While not entirely adept at dancing, I do admit that my skill has never been described in such a manner." His throat clears and he steps forward to offer an arm in formal manner to the Telmar. "Would you care for a dance?"

Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat also watches the scythe go with a glance.

Someone wearing textured treebark mask of the sagewood has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing textured treebark mask of the sagewood has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing blooming iris mask has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing blooming iris mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Tesha watches the scythe bearer moving quickly towards the exit and there is a worried look for a moment before she turns her gaze back to the golden wheat masked lord, "It would seem that you're not going to be harvested this evening, my Lord." she states with a straight face. Though she can't hold the smile back for long. "That was a horrible joke, I apologize." she tells him. "I don't dance much, I know how to, but I cannot promise that feet will not be stepped on." she muses to herself. When the arm is offered there is a look to the man, "I would love to dance, my Lord." she tells him with a dip of her head as her hand reaches out to take his arm.

Tesha has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine has joined the The Scandal Couch.

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Isolde has joined the Ballroom Floor.

The broken rays of light over delicate orchids bows to those joining upon the dance floor as their dance partner heads back to their intended partner for the evening. A look around the hall with a slight sigh before chasing after a passing tray to swipe at a drink.

Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat shakes his head. "It is not too terrible a jest," he assures Tesha with a slight smile. "Take for example: where do grains of wheat sleep?" He pauses quite dramatically. "A bread-room." He has all of the dad jokes it seems. Still, he dips his head in response and escorts her to the dance floor, taking post at a more isolated area.

Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat has joined the Ballroom Floor.

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Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has left the Inviting Couches.

Isolde checks dexterity and performance at easy. Isolde is successful.

Although not known to be the finest dancer in the Lyceum, as those who had witnessed her during her wedding reception can attest, Isolde isn't lacking for confidence. And she seems to have improved somewhat, moving with the flow of the music with little struggle. It's a song made for a pair but she seems content with the air as her partner for the nonce.

Tesha lifts her hand to cover the laugh that bubbles up over the joke, "I'll have to write that one down." she admits. She allows the golden wheat masked lord to guide the way to the ballroom floor and she gives a soft smile as she goes with him.

There's a curious rabbit (a rather large, man sized one at that) sitting at the Impropriety Couch and eyeing up all the various plants that are in the room. Whiskers twitch with a little headshake and it's as if the rabbit is considering something. Surely the plants are all safe from a rabbit attack.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine has left the The Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing a rusted helm overgrown with Sea-weed has left the The Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing a rusted helm overgrown with Sea-weed leaves, following Someone wearing silken eye mask with crown of grapevine.

Someone wearing an asymmetrical foxglove half mask finishes what's left of his Very Strong Drink and then sets the empty glass down on a passing server's tray. "Alright, I think I'm ready." he says to his Aconite Blossom companion. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, he glances at her and then at the dancefloor that isn't far away from where they stand. "A dance, then? Maybe two if I manage not to step on your toes--"

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Someone wearing a half mask of aconite blossoms and lacework vines flashes a brilliant smile at her Foxglove escort, countering with, "Two if you do, three if you don't." The pair step onto the dance floor together and join in, taking several turns around the floor before they disappear into the crowd entirely.

Someone wearing blooming iris mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing textured treebark mask of the sagewood has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing textured treebark mask of the sagewood leaves, following Someone wearing blooming iris mask.

Caspian checks dexterity and legerdemain at hard. Caspian is successful.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has joined the Ballroom Floor.

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Someone wearing mysterious silver and purple mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids checks charm and performance at normal. Botch! Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids fails completely.

Caspian has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a half-mask of dark walnut leaves arranged in artful symmetry has left the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing Broken rays of light over delicate orchids has left the Ballroom Floor.

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Someone wearing a half-mask of green leaves and the blossoms of the orange tree has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing an azure love-in-a-mist mask inset with turquoise has left the Decadent Couch.

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Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat offers a wry sort of smile. "It is I who should thank you," he tells Tesha. Still, their dance is done, and he offers a deep bow once he has escorted her to the edge of the dance floor. "Good evening." Rather than indulge in further socialization he moves without hesitation to the exit.

Someone wearing a mask of golden wheat has left the Ballroom Floor.

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The woman wearing a rose mask, the petals suspended so they look like their are falling off from the flower, stands up. She is tall, that much stands out and she is reaching her hand towards the rabbit, until he takes it and then she is turning so that she might lead him towards the dance floor. The music is already in her step before she reaches it, like she decided she was dancing before she arrived at the masquerade. Head bobs easily, and she embraces the beat as she steps onto the dance floor, already moving with an easy twist and drawing her dance partner with little an excited tug.

Someone wearing a blooming rose mask with falling petals has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a blooming rose mask with falling petals has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a delightful silk mask done up in the face of rabbit has left the The Impropriety Couch.

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Tesha gives a smile to the wheat wearing lord, "Have a good evening." she tells him. There is a look around before she pulls the hood up on her cloak and heads off into the night to contemplate some things. And probably count some coins.

Standing a moment after the Rose does, the Rabbit is quite tall as well, just slightly moreso then the Rose and when her hand is offered, he's accepting it so that he can be led to the dance floor. It's an interesting way in which he moves to it, though, his steps a half hop, half dance as he lets the music flow through him, drawing inspiration from the beat and rhythm that echoes into his ears. Once they do reach the dance floor, though, the little hopping dance is forgotten, the act of playing a rabbit set aside for the purpose of actually dancing it would seem.

Someone wearing a delightful silk mask done up in the face of rabbit has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a blooming rose mask with falling petals has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a blooming rose mask with falling petals leaves, following Someone wearing a delightful silk mask done up in the face of rabbit.

Someone wearing an azure love-in-a-mist mask inset with turquoise has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a half-mask of green leaves and the blossoms of the orange tree has left the Ballroom Floor.

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