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

Aspira arrives, following Quenia.

Lucita has joined the an unfretted clavichord.

3 First Legion Centurions, 3 Setarcan Royal Shields arrive, following Patrizio.

Lucita checks charm and performance at normal. Critical Success! Lucita is spectacularly successful.

Domus Igniseri is a familiar place for many members of the Kennex family, Lady Zoey very much included. She seems to be embracing the celebration of wine, covered toe to hear in silk of the same color and golden grapevines. She does not go straight for the refreshments, knowing that there will be plenty later when she desires them, and instead giving a little twirl to the music as she goes in search of friends with whom she can catch up.

As people begin to arrive at the ball, Lucita, sans armor for once, is seated at the clavichord. Fingers trail along the keys deftly as she plays an assortment of pleasant music varying from hopeful to joyful, romantic, or playful. The volume of the music is such people may carry on conversations easily with the music as a background or dance to it should they prefer.

Linked closely together, the Lady Ariella Igniseri's hand tucking against the Duke Martino Malvici's elbow, the two arrive across from Southport Square to the Great Hall. The Malvici Duke dressed in formal dress with a military tint to it, heavy-set leather boots upon the floot while a deep spill of fabric cascades from his shoulders to the floor. As they pass the threshold into the Great Hall itself, Martino's arm is lowering to free Ariella's hand, fingertips moving to the bare skin upon her back as they both step further in. "Marquessa Quenia Igniseri, our dear thanks for hosting such a lovely Ball. Glad to have made it and..." Martino's lips are curling wryly up for a moment, a glance towards Ariella's face, "And if I needed to buy more tickets, do let me know. Anything for first place." Both similarly scented, ethereal seabreeze and crimson musk with a finish of blood-red Torean roses.

Aconite steps in looking around smiling as she soaks in the atmosphere and heads over towards the chained case to look over the prizes inside. She smiles brightly before moving off to find a place to sit and enjoy a drink, though her head bobs along with Baroness Saik's playing.

The Maelstrom Contingent arrives by way of Denica and Jasher Thrax. While the events in the Mourning Isles continue to be challenging, the recent victory at Eswynd Rock, no doubt accounts for a little lightness of step. Moving with a full skirt, Denica is dressed in gold and silver, celestial patterns and stars twinkle making up her gown. The gown's tulle flounces freely which each step, and she must take long ones to keep up with her taller cousin. There is a smile on her lips, though it doesn't sparkle like one might expect at a social occasion, it's warm and appreciative for the event they are about to par-take in. One hand holds her skirt, navigating while the other is looped with Jasher's keeping close by, so she might whisper commentary. It's easy for the young woman to get excited and for her thoughts to drift so she might just embrace the moment. That moment is celebratory, even if everything before and after is not. Rather, she revels in this space in time, pointing at different features in the room, while she chatters to Jasher as though they haven't seen each other in ages. "We coloured the hair pink and then we used candles to make shadows and I did all the voices. I think I got a little too into, because the guards burst in!," she goes on about something and then stops as they arrive fully. "It is kind of the Marquessa to host this, let's be sure to go say hello... Also!," she gives a look in her eyes, impish and scheming, but these words she whispers to her older cousin.

Aconite has joined the couches embroidered with an ivory rose.

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to:

{The room is set up for an evening of elegance. Tables are pushed back close to the wall, making way for a dance floor. There is a space with pillows for people to casually lounge. Servants pass through the area with drinks and finger foods for snacks. There is a barrel labeled 'Igniseri Wines where folk may take 1 bottle of House Igniseri's latest wine, Cherries Delight. (get 1-cherries from barrel)

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to:

The room is set up for an evening of elegance. Tables are pushed back close to the wall, making way for a dance floor. There is a space with pillows for people to casually lounge. Servants pass through the area with drinks and finger foods for snacks. There is a barrel labeled 'Igniseri Wines where folk may take 1 bottle of House Igniseri's latest wine, Cherries Delight. (get 1-cherries from barrel)

Aconite gets an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

Patrizio is not, like many others bereft of armour when it comes to a formal occasion. No, indeed, the Pravusi prince is in his armour and it's polished to a mirror sheen as he's coming in with the sextet of soldiers in Pravusi blue and steel, those six who follow him dispatched indeed to go find something to entertain themselves while he's making merry with trying to mingle with those who are present. The brief dip of his head to familiar faces as he's trying to make himself as at home as he can be in such an environ. Though this does draw him to the clavichord, where he can smile warmly to the Baroness. "You play beautifully, my lady," offers he to her, with the dip of his head, though he's not about to interfere with the musical delight that comes forth from the instrument.

Patrizio gets an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

Denica gets an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

Zoey gets an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

Lucita gets an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

Thea takes an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

Quenia arrives to her own party, after a last minute wardrobe issue kept her away to put on some finishing touches. She arrives in a fiery splendor that is befitting the Lycene house of Igniseri, known as the Flames and for their phoenix motif. "Good evening everyone," she says with a bright smile upon her arrival. "Welcome to Domus Igniseri. I feel like it's been forever since we've had such a grand party gracing our halls. There is wine for all, our latest from our vineyards, Cherries Delight. Feel free to take a bottle, enjoy the evening, and hopefully have some fun as the raffle unravels."

There is a certain way that some people enter when they are particularly proud of the person on their arm. There is also a certain way that prized individual, being so presented, moves. Reve is the pretty thing on Azova's arm, or so he behaves, the way that he moves forward with a self-satisfied saunter and a flash of perfect pearly whites. His blue eyes sweep the chamber, certainly taking in the variety of guests, but the decor is also something that he finds delight in. He murmurs a few swift words into his wife's ears, lips tugging into a sharp grin afterward. That is also when the narrative changes, for his movements slow and he shifts his focus to Azova. He leans forward, peering at her, and whatever he sees delights him. He glances about as if ensuring that everyone else notices that his wife, yes, is the pretty thing on his arm now. Undoubtedly they are going to be taking turns this evening, but right now, Reve is acting as if he has acquired the star of the Compact.

Symonesse arrives, following Aindre.

Thea steps into the Domus Igniseri, dressed very much like the Lycene she was born and raised. With a slight smile, she heads over to get a drink while as she nods to those she knows. "Marquessa Quenia, it looks nice here,"Thea tells her with a sincere tone.

Silvio arrives at the gathering on an easy stride with his hands clasped behind his back, his lean frame draped in shades of green and gold in contrast to those guards which accompany him, dressed in the Velenosa purple. A smile on his lips, he lets his warm, coffee-hued gaze sweep about the room, taking in the various persons before his attention finally lands upon Quenia. "Thank you for hosting such a lovely function. I do hope you're feeling better?" Though he lingers near the hostess for the moment, the Lycene prince does spare a warm smile for Lucita, Denica, and Thea as his eyes catch upon each of them in turn.

Ariella's entrances are so rarely quiet, and tonight is no exception. Ringing laughter departs her rubicund-painted lips just as she passes the threshold, and the matching soles of her deep black shoes flash fiery red with each step that goes Clack. Clack. Clack. across the floor. "Don't you dare," she can be heard warning the Duke about something said just before their arrival, and the slash of a smirk across her lovely Lycene features makes the words more of a challenge than a threat. "Quen," she greets her cousin when they near, letting Martino do all the talking (and talking... and talking...) before growing bored of the sound of his voice and turning to look for a drink, departing his side abruptly unless he turns to follow in short order.

Silvio gets an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

Thea has joined the couches embroidered with an ivory rose.

Lucita glances to the side as she continues to play, smiling at those who arrive. She gives Patrizio a little wink and murmurs. "Thank you. I think I have spoiled Cousin Quenia the past ten years, playing for her events sometimes." As Silvio arrives at a short interval between the songs she is playing, she casts a grin his direction and a little wave before resuming the music."

Azova is hardly the showy sort, but she knows the man that she is with. So there's only a trace of color on her face for the way her spouse shows her off as it were. She gives him a light nudge in the side, with a bemused expression, and then starts looking around with delight at the decor. Some of the gossamer, and pillows, and benches are gestured towards with a murmur about their beauty, and a smile reaches her lips when the music reaches her ears. "It will be a lovely escape for the evening." she decides.

Zoey takes her turn greeting Quenia as well, the bunches of garnet 'grapes' hanging from her head swaying forward as she nods to the Marquessa. "I will add to the others when I say thank you, and this is lovely," she says. "But I will not keep you! I know being a hostess will keep you busy." And with that she moves on.

A smile for Quenia when she's arriving, and as much as Patrizio's meandered in the direction of the clavichord, there's a press of his palm to his chest, and a profound dip of his head for the hostess of the evening. "Thank you for throwing this ball, my lady," he says, with sincere warmth. Though there's clearly concern to find his features as he overhears Silvio's remark, and after a brief glance at the prince, his attention returns to their hostess as if to consider.

But a grin for Lucita when he hears her speak up, and he's turning those jade eyes of his to her. "Is there ever such a thing as spoiling one's cousins overmuch, my lady? That we are gifted one another for too short a season, we should enjoy family, and show them how we care."

Thea flutters her fingers at Silvio as he makes his way. "Nice color,"she tells him with a grin before indication her own purple gown. "Martino, did I hear you trying to cheat your way into tickets again? You're splitting with your favocite sister, yes?" Takes a drink, looking about. "Lady Zoey. Lady Azova, good to see you both. It's been--well---we don't have to go into that."

"Ah it is good to see you, Princess Denica." Martino's torso is dipping for a moment to Denica before turning his sharp green eyes to his sister, Thea. "And to see you as well Thea... oh no, no. I /tried/ to buy the most, but it looks another beat me to that." Easily curling his lips to Thea for a moment before drawing back his shoulders to allow the loose cape worn. His elbows seeing the fabric is tossed back to his assistant to catch, hands adjusting to correct down his jacket over his figure. A fingertip to shift the collar, to ensure all is in the right place before crossing the dance-floor to Ariella, "What was the wine? Is there food? I didn't get a chance to get food earlier."

Lucita says, "true, true. I guess was lucky that arrow graze went across an upper arm and not my hands or wrists. Otherwise Quenia would have had to rely on other entertainment for this." She continues to play and nods toward the bench beside her should any wish to sit there. "I trust you have been doing well, Prince Patrizio?"

"Thea! Always good to see you," Zoey greets her warmly, offering hands to either clasp or part for a hug. "Let us just enjoy the night, shall we? There is music, wine, good company. That is all that we need, right?"

When Quenia is being greeted by various guests, Reve ensures that he is spied with his wife. He speaks not a single word, not yet, not adding those needing to be responded to by the gracious host. Instead he favors a grand and sweeping bow that has no small amount of flourish. It makes it easy for him to come out of it with a smooth pivot, twirl Azova around, and pull her in the direction of the scarlet and cobalt pillows. He probably heard someone say Azova's name, a glance briefly cast that-a-way, but his destination does not change. He has moves, you see, and those include a controlled fall backwards into the scarlet and cobalt pillows, pulling Azova along with him as easy as can be. She can make conversation from there. He will lounge.

Reve has joined the a group of Scarlet and Cobalt pillows.

Charmingly late - that's what Blush is. Perhaps it has something to do with the array of frills he's wearing. That certainly takes time to arrange, and he's fussing with the trim on his wrist as he walks past servants into the Great Hall. Cyan eyes lift from his work and his smile is instant to see the festivities, which have him doing a wide turn to take in every corner before he sets himself to his task - finding the person he had hastily messaged for a date! "Your highness," he speaks when he finds Denica and Jasher. "-es. Your highnesses," comes his correction as he moves up to the pair. "Thank you for letting me join you both, and I apologize for my lateness." To Jasher he bows his head, "We haven't met, but I have heard much about you."

Sonnet is wearing a very nice dress. She heard there was a party tonight but has no idea what it's for, slapping on this dress she was given or found somewhere. It looks nice but she also put her daggers on, the belt strapped over her hips and around the skirt, and she's still wearing her boots. Her hair is creatively coiffed, a bright, pretty spider that matches her dress clutching desperately at the braids to keep them in place. For now, the Nox'alfar is observing a few of the guests, reaching out blindly without looking to snag a glass of some alcoholic beverage as a servant tries to sneak by. Sip.

"Countess Theaaaaaaaaaaaaaa........" Azova's expression brightens, seeing a familiar face... faces, in fact. And she starts to greet her back when she is pulled back into falling towards pillows; her laughter pealing outward once they land. "/Ahem/. Sorry. Lady Zoey. Good evening to you both." She greets them excitedly, which means it is now her turn to treat Reve as arm candy, tugging him along with her as necessary. "Let's determine to have a pleasant evening yes, and not worry about the things that - at least for tonight - we are not able to do much about. I know how busy we all are trying to help." Of course, she says all of this while attempting to look decorous after the pillow dive.

"It's for a good cause, my lady," Ariella assures Thea as she saunters nearer, lifting a hand to silence Martino for no reason at all before curling it at Thea's forearm and leaning to kiss the Countess on the cheek in a familial way. "His prizes are going to me, after all. Hello, Countess Thea, so good to see you again. How are you?" She sends a little wave over to Lucita, whose performance she does not want to interrupt just yet, then looks aside to Martino with a grin and a welcoming gesture, as if he is /now/ permitted to speak.

Azova has joined the a group of Scarlet and Cobalt pillows.

Aconite lounges on the sofa for a few moments to knock back her wine and set the empty glass aside. The Whisper casts her gaze around the room. Familiar faces draw her onto her feet and up to make the rounds. Her first stop is nearby Thea, not to interrupt for long but to curtsey and greet her and offer a quick quiet, "Your dresses are stunning this evening, Ladies. Hello Countess, Lady Kennex.." A smile is offered to Azova, "The red is exquisite."

"Perhaps your cousin ought invest more in your welfare." Patrizio's tone is clearly teasing when he's speaking to Lucita, though there's a shot of his gaze to Quenia, as if he's also loathe to offend the hostess, when he's teasing about the possibility of harm in the current situation. "But I am well enough, thank you. The joys of bearing the chain that I have keep me busy and out of trouble for the moment, until greater troubles find our shores. And I'm very pleased to hear that you are recovered." That smile spreads, even as once more, he inclines his head to others that he recognizes, not least amongst them Denica, Zoey, and Aconite.

Martino has joined the couches embroidered with an ivory rose.

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

Ariella has joined the couches embroidered with an ivory rose.

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

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

Not so long after the evening's wine and elegance both are well in swing, Prince Aindre Grayson arrives, bearing no wine himself but seeming flush with elegance if his well-tailored outfit and poise are any indication. Even more elegant still - many times so - is Queen Symonesse Grayson who is on his arm as he escorts her into the southern celebration. The pair of them are a study in contrasts, but they're contrasts that seem to play so well together, the two of them easily comfortable with one another. "Okay. You were right. I probably did need an evening away from work..", he tells the Nox'alfar at his side as he lays an eye on the night's exquisite atmosphere presented to the both of them, a touch of a warmer smile settling across his lips as he pauses just inside to admire for several long moments, watching between the people at play and Symonesse herself.

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

Anyone near Sonnet would hear the Nox'alfar emit an excited, disturbing -squeak- at the sight of Symonesse, a bright happy smile near splitting the woman's face. She's very pleased to see the queen.

Silvio flashes a good-natured wink over at Lucita when he catches sight of her grin, the smile upon his own lips deepening all the more. But of a similar mind to those others who are not wishing to disturb her exquisite playing, he plucks up a drink for himself before tossing over toward Thea, "My dear Countess, you look particularly lovely this evening. What a perfect color." There's a hint of mischief within Silvio's dark gaze when he tacks on that last bit.

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

Aconite nods back to Patrizio when he acknowledges her with a wide smile and turns her attention back to Thea after double taking at the Prince and Queen's arrival.

There is no doubt wine, it's in the name and when a glass passes by catching her fancy, Denica lifts it from the tray. The music is delightful and her foot already begins to tap, her thick Islander eyebrows are waggling a few times at her cousin. Catching the greetings that come her way, she exchanges a warm smile for Silvio's before her name is heard and she is holding her glass up to Martino. Patrizio is noticed in the mix and she bobs her head in response, too. As Blush arrives, Denica's smile brightens and she is quick to make introductions. "Blush, this is my cousin Jasher, best dancer in the Mourning Isles and sword of Thrax," it's a very questionable introduction, at least the middle part, but the start and finish ring true. Then to her cousin in turn, she continues, "Jasher. This is Blush a most lovely friend, formidable finger-painter and wearer of beautiful coats," she looks at Blush to check if there was anything further to add to that. To Blush she says, "I'm so glad you could come," her voice is warm and she seems really touched by the event and everything around her.

Zoey nods to Azova, causing the garnet bunches to sway on either side of her beaming face again. "Lady Azova, good to see you as well," she greets the Darkwater lady. Then out of the corner of her eye she spots Aindre's entrance and spares one of her hands to give her cousin a cheerful wave.

"Thank you. It's one of my favorites." Azova replies politely to Aconite, dipping her head in greeting. By now she's managed to arrange herself quite comfortably, and even grab a glass of wine from a passing server. It would be difficult to miss the entrance of the Queen and escorting Prince under any circumstances, and when her gaze is drawn that way she she raises her glass to toast their arrival.

Lucita laughs softly, the sound mingling with one of the more joyful songs she plays, as if it is meant to merge into the flow of notes. "Oh, she takes good care of me, Prince Patrizio. Cousin Quenia and I do try to watch out for each other. And evenings like this are meant to help lighten those chains of duty we bear, enjoy yourself." She spots the queen and prince arriving and stops playing long enough to rise and curtsy, smiling a warm welcome before retaking her seat and resuming playing the music.

Jasher enters with his cousin upon his arm, the black sleeve of his coat crimped from the pressure applied there. His face is smattered with a number of half-healed scratches and fading bruises; when paired with his usual mask of neutrality, his whole appearance is rather more uninviting than he otherwise intends. In spite of this, however, he appears still incredibly engaged in the conversation that Denica engages in, blue eyes bent toward her. He replies conversationally, and even leans in closer to hear out the murmur at his ear, to which he replies with a wordless nod of affirmation. Before he can be directed on, they are approached by a man he has not met before. The prince inclines his head politely. "Well met. Have you, then?" he inquires, and while it is a closed question in theory, the lift of his eyebrows perhaps suggests that he hopes that the unknown man will elaborate. "I am afraid that you have me at a disadvantage." Before he can ask for the man's name, Denica takes the initiative to introduce him properly. "Blush, then. I am pleased to meet my cousin's friends. I trust the company she keeps to be quite engaging." Here, Jasher's lips curl in a slight, if genuine, smile.

Reve adopts an artful drape, sprawling across those claimed cushions as though quite certain several are meant to be utilized for one person. If not, well, someone can ask him to move over. For now he perfectly adopts the role of arm candy for Azova, as though this was practiced well in advance. She is greeting Thea and Zoey and he is glancing toward them, gesturing vaguely a hello and proceeding to tuck a few strands of Azova's hair behind her ear. After a moment of deliberation he sets it back as it was. Given the sparkle in his eyes he miiiight be trying to coax another laugh from her.

"Mm." Martino's lips are quirking up into a faint smirk of a smile at Ariella's permission as he arrives to her left side with a glass of wine in each hand. "You had not told me, Ariella, there was new wine in the estate." Offering it off to the Lady Igniseri as the two of them arrive at the couch where both Aconite and Thea sit. "Ah good to see you Messere Aconite, I do hope the city has been treating you well recently."

Thea actually chuckles at Azova as she stumbles. Wait--uh...she would NEVER! There's a slight hug to Zoey too. NOt because she doesn't like them, she's just unaccustomed. "I agree. All the faces and wine." Looking over to Ariella, a small smile appearing as her cheeks are kissed, Thea nods. "Good to see you again, yes. My brother is behaving? He owes me a gift, so we may have to split it." The entrance of the Queen and Prince pull her attention that way and she curtsies. Reven is given a nod of her head as well.

"Formidable finger-painter?" Blush laughs warmly. "Ah. I almost forgot about that. I was quite good, wasn't I?" he decides, looking down at his fingers which he gives a little waggle of. "We should do that again soon. But for now, there's wine and prizes. Did you bid?" he asks first of Denica and then of Jasher, "And you? Did you bid for any tickets?" He grins then, dipping his chin at the pre-praise for simply being a friend of Denica's, "I do hope to live up to such. I hear you're quite the dancer," he motions to Denica for what she said. "You'll have to show those skills tonight."

Aconite nods "I can see why. The colors really deepen the colors of your eyes." With an appreciative eye for the luxurious fashion, "Lovely. May I ask who made them?" This to both Azova and Thea. She does stand to curtsey as Martino and Ariella arrive, "Duke, My Lady." She greets each.

As she is led into the ball, Symonesse gives Aindre a warm smile as she gives that muscular arm she is clinging to an affectionate squeeze, murmuring, "I am usually right. You are just stubborn. I expect at least half a dozen dances in recompense." She also takes some time to look around. As she spots Sonnet, she gives the woman a smile and a little wave. Blush gets much the same sort of greeting. Her golden eyes spot the wine and widen a little as she whispers excitedly, "Oooooh! Aindre, it's -cherry- flavored!" She gives the bottles of wine a longing look before she squares her shoulders and says resolutely, "First, let's say hello to the Marquessa and -then- we get some wine." She hesitates a moment, though, turning to Aindre to give him a radiant smile, as if something he has said to her pulls the expression from her. She reaches out to gently touch his cheek and then is gently tugging him toward the area Quenia occupies.

Quenia inclines her head first to Martino, offering him a warm smile. "Thank you, Duke Martino. It does seem like forever." Quenia then glances over at Silvio, a bright smile gracing her lips when the Velenosan prince arrives. "Prince Silvio," she calls out, delighted. She steps forward to kiss each of his cheeks and give him a small hug before she steps back. "It's so good to see you. Yes, I'm better. Flesh wounds really, from Lord Dewy Navegant's men attempting to kill me," she confides. "But I survived. Too bad he's on the wrong side of the Thrax War, he seems rather respectable otherwise." She glances over at Thea, nodding her head in the Wyvernhart's direction. "Lady Thea. So glad you could come!" She glances over to Patrizio, giving him a respectful dip of her head. "Prince Patrizio, as ever you are welcome at Domus Igniseri." She notices his worrying look and gives him a winning smile to show she's ok. "The menders helped me immensely," she assures him. She wiggles fingers in Lucita's direction, whom she heard saying her name a few times.

"I did not know that I was your personal fucking sommelier," Ariella retorts to Martino with a deceptively sweet-looking smile as she snatches her wine from his hand and repays him by planting a vibrant red lip mark on his face. They then settle, falling into quieter conversation.

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

That Lucita's rising and curtseying draws Patrizio's head around and a chuckle slips from him. "My lady. I fear that I rarely cease to think about the chains I bear - it is with joy that I do such for my cousin Belladonna, and it is by her grace that I am recognized in my post." Though this also gives him ample opportunity for him to bow - deeply - to Symonesse from where he lingers, before briefly, his hand alights on Lucita's shoulder. "If you'll excuse me, my lady, to mingle for a bit," voices he softly, before he's moving off, if only to pause again, and offer an equally deep bow for Quenia. "My lady, thank you for having me. I appreciate the hospitality, and equally, I'm glad to hear that you are in good health, given the storm through which we all sail."

How could Blush not notice the Queen and her escort? His eyes lift from the pair of Thraxians beside him, and his smile brightens even further. He dips his head to the pair, but then all attention is back on Denica nad Jasher.

Zoey curtsies alongside Thea after they part from their hug, and reaches for a tray carried by a passing servant to catch a glass of wine. Another servant hands her a slip of paper before she can say more. "Oh, my raffle tickets! Lovely. I wonder what the prizes will be?"

"No, no. Behind the ear was better." Azova whispers, tucking the hair back behind her ear yet again despite Reve's interference. But at Aconite's question, she winds up having to gesture to the man beside her who is doing his best to make her laugh again. "I'm afraid I must admit that all of my dresses and jewelry save for my religious iconography comes from Lord Reve here. He brings home the dresses and I wear them. I don't even know who makes them." Now she might look rueful, for a moment. "I usually just wear aeterna or anything I don't mind getting bl... flu.. stuff on." she settles for.

"Mm, a note to hire one then." Martino takes Ariella's retort and decides it is something to act upon, a fussy adjustment of the formal corded rope across his jacket following on after as wine is whirled and conversation draws hush at the couches.

Spying Denica, Thea flutters her fingers to her friend. Sonnet and Blush both get a simliar greeting. Sorta of. More of a smile. "I wouldn't miss it,"Thea tells Quenia. "Drake sends his best wishes as well. He's been---busy as of late."

Catching sight of Thea and Zoey, there are little waves in the women's directions, then she says randomly, "the music is amazing, Lucita is so very talented," she comments. Then she looks between Jasher and Blush after the introductions are made. "I...was hoping we could buy tickets here, I might have got my communications crossed over," she says glancing around, seeming to not have planned ahead. Then lips curl into an easy smile, "there will absolutely be dancing," she is quick to answer on behalf of both her and Jasher. "Do you dance?," she asks Blush curiously, "do you like to dance?," there is curiosity there. Also noticing the arrival of the Queen, she dips her head and then looks back and takes a sip of her wine.

Silvio returns those cheek kisses to Quenia, a smile on his lips all the while. Taking a moment to murmur toward her, "You look exquisite, by the by. It's so good to see you," he's then turning about upon a booted heel to note the arrival of Symonesse and Aindre. Dipping his head respectfully low for the pair, he's finally withdrawing from near Quenia now that she's reassured him that she's quite well, moving to allow the busy hostess a bit more breathing room. Wine in hand, he takes to mingling.

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

Reve follows Azova's gaze to Aconite when she speaks to her, and since he is being pointed out he flashes a sharp smile and remarks, "It is how I make up for being an exceptionally poor husband." He proceeds to illustrate this point by playing with Azova's hair again, untucking it from her ear and looking altogether too pleased with himself.

Jasher raises his balled fist to the level of his mouth, then coughs awkwardly behind it. If the man were quick to blush (lol), he might have done so at that precise moment. Instead, the prince drops his eyes to floor quite briefly, then raises them to side-eye Denica as he replies in a rather flat tone, "I suspect my cousin is being overly complimentary of my ability to dance. I feel that I am adequate. She certainly helps carry what I lack for in finesse." Denica asks the next obvious question: does Blush dance? And so he does not venture to inquire himself. When there is a break to interject, he adds, "Unfortunately, I did not have time in advance to bid. Around four hours ago, I was sitting on a cot in the hospital." Here, Jasher's eyes warm with something like amusement as they once more flit to Denica's profile. "But, as my cousin says, I am willing to purchase one while we're here."

Zoey sees Denica's wave and takes an opportunity to approach the princess and greet her properly. She bobs into a quick curtsey, not as long or deep as the one she offered at a distance to Queen Symonesse, and there go the garnet grape bunches again. "Princess Denica, Prince Jasher," she greets them both brightly. Then her eyes fall on Blush. Well, first his pink hair, then the rest of him. She blinks and forget to introduce herself.

Lucita says, "Thank you Princess Denica. Music is my passion." She murmurs softly, trying to select music pleasing to the guests and keeping the volume low enough that conversations may easily occur. "And this gives me a chance to share it with others."

And just like that, as soon as she finishes greeting a few people, does the Marquessa notice Queen Symonesse coming her way. Quenia curtsies deeply as a show of respect for the Queen. "Your Highness," she offers warmly. "You do me honor by gracing Domus Igniseri's halls. Be welcome and I do hope you enjoy yourself." It's then she notices the others who've arrived as well, Sonnet and Blush. She's not met Sonnet yet, although Sylvie was going to introduce her. Blush she has met. She gives both a warm smile and a nod of greeting as well. She grins at Silvio, who just finishes greeting her. "I'll try to stop by your table and talk a bit more," she assures him then quickly turns her attention back to Symonesse.

"I do," Blush confirms with a wide grin. "Not well, but with plenty of enthusiasm," he promises, turning to eye Jasher as the man demurs the compliments of his cousin. "I imagine not so well as you, Your Highness," he teases. News of a hospital cot have his gaze narrowing a touch, eyes scanning the man for any obvious sign of injury. "Were you at one of the recent battles that unfolded? I am glad to see you are well, no matter the cause. I am not certain your cousin wants to find a new dance partner."

There's just something about the sugary-sweet enthusiasm to Queen Symonesse's tone of voice whenever she realizes the wine is crafted from cherries that brings a whisper of wariness to widen Prince Aindre's one stormy-gray eye just a touch. It's a little too theatrical to be considered real concern though, especially when paired with his words. "Oh no. Cherry?", he questions, holding onto her just a bit tighter for a moment as if she might need to be restrained for her own good around such a thing. But really, it just makes it all the easier for her to tug him along and over to where Quenia is. On the way by, he does proffer waves and smiles for several familiar faces and between them all he's imparting to his companion, "Several dozen dances, though? All tonight, or will you spare me and allow a more leisure repayment? Either way, you drive a hard bargain, my Queen.", and it is a sentiment that comes with a heartbeat's worth of a grin for her. Then, just nearing their host he presents Symonesse and also tells the Marquessa, "It is a breathtaking evening you have pulled together, Marquessa Quenia, truly. The wine and the elegance both are not in short supply, by any means."

Aconite looks to Reve and then back to Azova. "Well you cannot be all that bad if you know what really amkes your wife shine like a star. But I still want to know where you find such fashion treasures."

Azova tuck hair back behind ear, with raised eyebrow to Reve, and then upon hearing the words hospital of course her gaze automatically zooms in on Jasher. But as he seems mostly uninjured at the moment, quickly returns her attention back to conversation. "Is it Whispering Words? I know you've found one or two pieces there." she verbally nudges.

Thea glances between Denican and Jasher, a slow smile appearing. "Are you both dancing? Can't wait,"she says with amusement. And likely fondness.

Lucita gives Sonnet a discrete nod and then tilts her head toward the seat beside her should she wish someone with whom to talk.

Sonnet is finishing her drink, observing the guests and nodding to those she recognizes. The smile Symonesse gives her has Sonnet beaming, and while Lucita's invitation is acknowledged, Sonnet doesn't seem ready to sit yet.

"Are you telling me that you've been locked in your office so long that you've lost some of your stamina?" Symonesse's golden eyes widen and her delicate face takes on an expression of concern, though the slightly uptick of the corner of one corner of her mouth betrays her amusement. She then murmurs under her breath, "I suppose we are going to have to put you on a strict regimen to restore your that stamina. Dancing will be a good start." She offers smiles and bows of her head to those that curtsy toward her, but does not stop to properly say hello in effort to make sure that the first proper greeting goes to the evening's hostess. "This is wonderful, Marquessa. And delightful. And the wine is -cherry-!" She rattles on with enthusiasm, her eyes lit up with the emotion as she continues, "Is it too late to buy raffle tickets? If so, could I just make a donation?"

The mention of the hospital cot is reflected in the princess's eyes, deep and soulful. There is a solemn nod to Blush, "there are things that we cannot replace," she murmurs and then takes a sip of her wine glancing over at Jasher, looking relieved. Her eyes drift from time-to-time, catching someone in her attention and then back to the group she is talking with. Then she lets her expression beam and says of dancing, "enthusiasm is what dancing is," she comments to the two, like she couldn't be more sure. It doesn't matter if it's not right, she's happy to believe. "Having fun. Expression. A moment to be still of mind but move the body. A chance to be the music," she supposes all poetic and wistful. Then she pauses and presses her lips together, "you know--most of the dances in the Mourning Isles are group dances, there are some partner dances but I quiet like it when everyone dances together. We just stomp a lot looking stern, or twirl about all proper like." The princess explains, ever excited when it comes to this particular topic.

Ian slips into the room without fanfare. He's not exactly elegant, but he's apparently enough of a friend of the family to be let through? Either that, or someone took pity; his left hand is heavily bandaged and splinted, kept close to his body like he's instinctively protecting it, and he carries himself like there might be more bandages hidden around his midsection somewhere. He doesn't... really look like he knows what he's doing here.

Reve narrows his eyes when Azova tucks her hair back behind her ear and if he could do it, his ears would flatten to his skull. Instead, he peers a bit more closely at that red hair as if deliberating the best plan of attack. "Mmm," he says, pulled from his current obsession to glance back toward Aconite and consider Azova. "Perhaps that, yes," he says with a nod of his head. Thereafter he adds, "My departed cousin, Nurie Baseborn," and note the Darkwater says this smoothly with a hint of arrogance in his tone when discussing the woman, "also was quite skilled. She acquired a great many fabric for me and would make suggestions and pieces for me when she was able."

Silvio's attention flashes here and there, discreet smiles and interactions exchanged with a few persons about the room, before his meandering steps finally draw him toward where Denica, Jasher, and Blush have chosen to congregate. "Princess Denica," he greets the former with a warm smile and a dip of his head, a hint of good humor dancing there within his dark eyes as he does so. "I was admiring you from across the room and I had to simply come over here and announce what a vision you are in that outfit. You put the stars to shame, surely."

Azova does laugh, now that she's gotten that particular look out of Reve. The 'if I were a cat my ears would flatten' look. In fact, she looks downright smug about it after the bubble of laughter. When Ian arrives, she makes note of it with a cheerful wave, her smile faltering only a bit when Reve mentions Nurie. And, at that mention she reaches for his hand to squeeze lightly. "Nurie was a treasure." she agrees, solemnly.

Aconite looks up from her wine and conversation when Thea speaks of dancing, eyes landing on the Thrax Royalty. Her brows lift curiously before returning to Azova and Reve. "I will have to visit." Reve's musing on Nurie earns a small smile of understanding. "You seem to have discerning taste, she must have been quite talented."

Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase is now unlocked.

A breath, even as Patrizio's clearly enjoying the moment, but there's the murmuring softly in his ear by one of that sextet that familiarity follows him, and a breath passes the lips of the Pravusi Prince. But a nod, as well, before he's gathering himself up in that gleaming armour of his, before he makes his way over to Quenia. "If you'll excuse me, Marquessa, I fear that I should depart for the moment. But thank you for the lovely setting for the evening, and I /do/ hope all rejoice." And with that, the prince slips from the room, his escort in his wake.

3 First Legion Centurions, 3 Setarcan Royal Shields leave, following Patrizio.

Blush's next inquiry manages to elicit a more serious and thoughtful expression to Jasher's face. His eyebrows lower a touch as he considers how best to answer. "I was, and thank you. I am truly no worse for wear. A few people were wounded in the most recent battle off the coast of Eswynd Rock and are recovering there at present," he explains in somewhat vague terms, though with how quickly word spreads throughout Arx concerning the ongoing war, it's not hard to guess precisely who those people - or that person - may be. he listens as Denica artistically describes dancing in a way that the prince has a difficult time understanding, himself, if his quizzical expression is anything to go by, but he does chime in afterward to add his opinion. "I suspect that one can dance so long as they have either skill or enthusiasm. I have witnessed a handful of people in possession of both. Denica is among them, which is why I rely upon her to more than make up for my slack." Thea's pivot and commentary is acknowledged by, first, a sigh, and then a very small, muted smile to follow. Zoey's arrival is greeted with a very informal bend at the waist in greeting. "Lady Zoey. It has been a while," he remarks in an aside, and when Prince Silvio begins to make very kind compliments to Denica's attire, Jasher parts from her arm and takes a single step back to let others join in, should they wish.

Eric, The Greater Stonewood Kestrel, Malesh arrive, following Ariel.

Ariel enters with Malesh, gently holding to his arm as they walk. A few smiles, genuine in nature as she gives his arm a light squeeze. The tartan gown a beautiful design that brings out her features. "Fashionably late I think." She offers warmly to him.

Ian pauses on coming in; he scans the room with that heightened alertness that approaches the line between 'very aware' and 'unhealthily vigilant', maybe even edging across it. His fast-moving eyes take in the room and the people in it as a succession of details, one of which is Azova's wave. He raises his bandaged left hand in a careful acknowledgement. He's close enough to the door that Ariel's voice carries easily to him, and he turns, looking back. "Marquis. Marquessa."

One of the servants is situated by the Lycene Night Sky Bookcase, where all of the items for the evening raffle is on display. There's a large bowl sitting in front of them, filled to the brim with numbers. There must be thousands in there. She reaches in and pulls one out, calling out soundly, "The first item up is the regal greatsword with exotic emerald green leather handle, crafted by Dame Ida. The first number is 1685." She looks around to see who might have won, but also has her list to consult just in case.

Their small trio grows while Blush listens to Jasher speak on the battle. His expression flickers serious for a moment, his lips parting like he might have something to add to that, but introductions to others steal him away. This is a party, after all. "Ah. Hello! I am Blush," he introduces himself to both Zoey and Silvio in one fell swoop, dipping his pink-haired head. "A pleasure. Princess Denica was just speaking of a group dance, perhaps we might all --" but once more he is distracted, this time by raffle tickets. "The exciting part!" he murmurs to them all.

Lucita's shoulders shake slightly as she overhears Silvio's compliments. The music she plays takes an upbeat in rhythm as if reflecting Denica's comments about dancing with enthusiasm. She sits at the clavichord, deft fingers drifting over the keys gracefully. When Ian is spotted she gives a nod and a warm smile in his direction. Her smile wavers a bit as she notices his bandages and splint.

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

Zoey smiles at Jasher. "Too long! The kitten you gave me is a grown cat now," she laughs. "As for dancing, depending on the occasion, sometimes all you need is the right state of heart of it. Actually, I have spent a long afternoon here and there trying to find that state in Jayus' shrine." She looks again at Blush. "Forgive me, for I did not mean to be rude. Lady Zoey Kennex."

Azova directs Reve's attention away from her hair for a moment, and gestures towards the entrance. "My sister is here. Ariel!" She attempts to capture the Marquessa's attention with the blatant use of her given name. "I haven't heard back from her since I... told her." is murmured quietly, though she has a smile on her face for seeing her here.

"No need for forgiveness," Blush promises Zoey with a wave of his hand.

When the number is called, Thea looks down to her tickets first. She shakes her head, not looking disappointed. "Well, that's not me. But it really is a beautiful blade. Looking to Martino, she nods,"Of course." When Ian enters in, she gives him a bow of her head. Though she begins skimming him for any injuries. Some things are just habit.

"For you, my Queen, it is never too late. The price is 1 ticket for 5 resources, and 5 tickets for 20 resources. A person may only way away with 1 prize each, so there's ample opportunity to win something." Quenia assures Symonesse, even as the first drawing has occurred.

There is a very genuine snort of disbelief out of Prince Aindre whenever Queen Symonesse starts looking and sounding concerned both over his perceived stamina. "I assure you, my dancing fortitude is /quite/ mustered. Don't tempt me, or you may find yourself still dancing well after the musicians have retired and the candles are all dimmed into a dwindling, flickering motes of light.", he tells her, sounding absolutely self-assured that it could be in Symonesse's future should she press the matter. Something like an imperious look comes naturally to Aindre, but where the Nox'alfar is concerned the warmth and good nature cannot be properly culled from it even when he does attempt to look serious. He waits, of course, for Queen and Marquessa to finish their pleasantries and greetings before he's gesturing in the direction of the cherry wine with a gentle cant of his head and asking of Symonesse, "Shall we go and sample the local offerings? More correctly, how have I kept you away from anything made of cherries for so long already?" He teases, but at the same time he seems more than pleased to escort her over too.

Ariella looks up sharply as her name is... almost called, across the room, only it's missing a syllable. There is confusion as she watches Azova momentarily, then scans the room, realizing her call was for Ariel and lazily settling back into conversation at the couches around her.

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

Shaking his head to Thea, Martino is leaning against the couch while his hand is resting on Ariella's shoulder. An easy sip of the cherry wine just before commenting, "My numbers are lower." Seeing Ariella get distracted by the call of Ariel, not Ariella, the Malvici Duke allows a low laugh to escape out, "Do you think it is also shortened to Ari?"

Hearing her name, there is a distinct pause, eyes scanning until they find Azova. Ariel finally offers a smile, "Azova." She offers warmly, though if anything there is a hint of upset thaat enters her gaze. One that takes her sister in fully, even with her hold on Malesh, she nods briefly to Ian. "Lovely met." She offers sincerely but seems her sister has captivated most of her gaze.

Jasher takes this moment, while he is free to move about without dragging his cousin along unwittingly, to very carefully and dexterously collect three glasses of wine. One is offered to Blush, the other to Denica and the third would be his own to keep, held aloft, cupped by his calloused right hand. He does not sip from its rim so much as he swigs it, though wine is nothing like rum in that it takes a considerably longer period of time, and more of it, to turn this impending dance into a more desirable prospect. Between gulps, the prince speaks casually with Zoey. "Has it been /that/ long? I hope the cat has not grown to be a nuisance. That would be my sore luck - to gift work to someone with so much on their plate already." Something like regret touches his eyes as he addresses that point. When the raffle commences, he divides his attention with the results and conversation carrying on with and around him.

Reve counters that squeeze of Azova's hand by moving to steal her wine and take a drink from it only after he's inhaled of its aroma. His expression is rather neutral, undoubtedly due to the conversation of his cousin. Aconite's commentary has him nod his head to her, far more seriously. "She was." He starts to turn back to his wife's red hair, just to consider how he is going to make himself feel better, but something far more interesting distracts him. He halfway sits up from his sprawl, curiosity evident in his gaze, as he lifts his chin and searches the entryway. It does not take long for him to spy Ariel and figure out which one she is, clearly assessing the woman from afar. After that momentary study he falls back into his lazy drape, commenting to his wife quietly.

The wine is nearly out, there's just the last sip and the princess takes it, before exchanging her glass for a fresh one. Choosing something with bubbles, she sees Zoey approach and smiles to her. "Lady Zoey, lovely to see you again. It's been to long, but such are the way of things," she murmurs knowing how everyone is pulled into many directions. When Silvio arrives his compliment brings a little rose to her cheeks which is response enough, "come join us?," she encourages the prince and when Jasher lets go of her arm, she welcomes him with the open one. Another round of introductions, she seems to rise to the occasion, "Lady Zoey Kennex, this is Blush," she connects the two there. Then comes Silvio's introduction into the group, "Prince Silvio Velenosa, this is my cousin Jasher Thrax and dear friend Blush, and another lovely friend Lady Zoey Kennex," she looks around to see if she's closed the circle. Seeming confident she has, she looks at Blush and his suggestion makes her eyes light up like a candle in a dark room. "We should all dance together," this is said like it is very important and very much at top of mind. Then there is a draw! And the princess gives her attention to their gracious host Marquess Quenia.

Blush takes the offered wine from Jasher with a nod of gratitude before taking a first testing sip. "Ah. Delicious. One of the pleasures that lasts the test of time," he muses, as if he's had enough time in this world to have some pleasures lose their shine. Denica is scooping up his idea of a group dance and he laughs, motioning a hand toward the dancefloor. "Please. You four go, and I will join after. I see a friend just there I need to steal a word with."

When Quenia indicates that the raffle is still open, Symonesse grins brightly and gestures to Aindre to turn around so she can quickly write something down and pass it over to Quenia, murmuring, "Thank you, Marquessa." And then, she steps out of the way so that Quenia can continue with the announcement of the winners. Though, now that she is not doing 'business', the Queen can devote her entire attention to Aindre, for good and ill, as they meander toward the wine bottles on offer. "You are the one acting like six dances is too much for you, your highness. I was just commenting that it seems a change from the Prince that could keep me up dancing all night and only stops because the sun is starting to rise..." She reaches out to take one of the bottles of cherry wine and then turns to give Aindre an expectant look. Her golden, light-filled eyes widen and she jerks her head toward the collection of bottles, as if indicating that he needs to take one as well, even though they both know that she is likely to steal it right out of his hands.

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

"Marquis Stonewood." Azova dips her head in greeting of her sister's spouse politely. "Sister, I don't think you ever had the opportunity to meet my husband, Lord Reve Darkwater. Formerly Halfshav. Reve, this is my younger sibling. Marquessa Ariel Stonewood." Introductions made, her expression flares with amusement at something murmured to her. And, tries her best to remain upbeat looking. "The wine is quite nice, though admittedly I'm still so used to Rum."

Ian doesn't linger to hold up Malesh or Ariel, especially with Azova already waving to the latter. He nods to Malesh and then nods in the direction of the clavacord, a silent indication that he can be found over in that direction, whenever he manages to get himself over there. Which turns out to be right now. For someone injured (and not terribly mobile when he's not injured) he threads his way adeptly through the crowd, and, lacking enough functional hands to drag a chair over to join Lucita, just sits down on the bench next to her.

Ian has joined the an unfretted clavichord.

Zoey smiles and offers Blush a nod as much in thanks as for acknowledgement of forgiveness before he takes off, and to Silvio she bounces into another quick curtsey. "Good evening to you, Highness," she greets Silvio. "Lovely event, is it not? Have you tried the cherry wine?" she asks, gesturing with the glass in her own hand.

Jasher bows in a more formal fashion to the Velenosan prince. "A pleasure," he enunciates, and then shoots Denica a withering look when she suggests a group dance. He has a hard enough time keeping up with /one/ person! The empty wine glass in his right hand is promptly traded out for a full one.

Silvio seems quite happy to interject himself into the Thrax circle - after tossing a smile back over to Lucita, no doubt for her lovely playing. Dark-eyed attention then rounding back upon that group, he lets the warmth of his smile encompass Blush as well when he comments, "Your hair is so very charming. And quite fitting, I must say." And then over to Jasher, "Prince Jasher, your delightful cousin speaks so highly of you, I feel as though we know each other already. A true pleasure to meet you." And finally to Zoey, "Delightful to make your acquaintance, truly. Your outfit is so positively festive. And I /have/, yes. Is it not delicious?" His gaze momentarily slipping over toward Ariel and Malesh at their arrival, a smile offered up that way, he's then agreeing quite amiably with Denica, "We /should/ all dance together."

Quenia gets regal greatsword with exotic emerald green leather handle from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Quenia gives Symonesse another warm smile and a dip of her head as she moves off. She notices Patrizio leaving and offers him a wave, since she was busy previously. Seeing that the line of those wishing to greet her has died down, she starts to wander around the room. She stops by Lucita first, gently touching her cousin on the shoulder. "Thank you for coming. And playing," she says, chuckling softly. "Although I did not quite expect you to do so."


Malesh is not the social butterfly that his wife is, though he makes a decent enough accessory to her for evens such as this. Tall, handsom in a way that might now be describbed as rugged thanks the eyepatch he's had to sport in recent years. He's even dressed nicely tonight, which she likely had a hand in. He's certainly known more as a man of books and numbers. "You're the expert my dear." He admits to Ariel about their arrive. Still, he has charm, even if he's not as graceful as she, and his smile is wide now. "Lord Kennex... a pleasure. So sorry to hear of the suffering of the Isles." It's friendly, polite, and the kind of thing one is supposed to say probably. Especially when they have wed a woman from said Isles. Speaking of, she and her sister could well have much to discuss, and so he does not interject other than to offer his hand in greating to Lord Reve during the introductions. "Reve, seems a good name for a Darkwater, even if it's by marriage."

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

Quenia gets a silver charm bracelet with a golden silk tassel from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Ian has taken a seat next to Lucita, and thus is there to look up and nod a greeting to Quenia when she stops by to say hello. "Marquessa. Glad to see you made it out in one piece."

Wiggles fingers when Blush goes to speak to a friend, she seems to think his idea is a delightful one and as the group gets better acquainted. Denica is taking the drink that Jasher hands her, downing the other quickly. How convenient! "I could lead all four of us," this is not a surprising statement, the little princess ever keen when it comes to...anything. And dancing, especially so. "This music is perfect for it too," she supposes ever enthused and looking at the other three. "We can do a simple one to start," she suggests and leans her head to the dance floor, "you move in a circle, hands cross over the center, a bit of stomping, a little twirling, and then you just break all the rules and that's what makes it fun." This is definitely a Denica take on a dance, because that's certainly not cannon. Eyes bounce between the trio and she offers a hand to Silvio, to see if she can at least lure one and by way, bring the full group around.

Sonnet gets an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

The servant waits a few moments longer before consulting her list. "The first prize went to Lord Wash Kennex, who does not appear to be here this evening. We shall see to it that it is delivered via messenger." She then dips her had in to get the next number as another pulls out the a silver charm bracelet with a golden silk tassel. That one displays it upon her hands as the first goes. "The next item is ready to be drawn. The winner is number 1846."

Lucita glances up toward Quenia to reply. "I have to be careful about commitments since do not know what sort of shape will be in after some of the things that happen. Always happy to play for you though will have to stop in another few numbers. I don't get in as much practice as I should and my hands tire eventually.

"Oh, that does sound like fun!" Zoey says in response to Silvio's dance proposal. A group dance? Or maybe something where we change partners at certain points? So many possibilities!" She looks to the Thrax cousins as she floats those ideas, then sips her wine. "And thank you. I have been looking forward to this event, so I was excited to work with the tailor and the jeweler to create it. I was a little worried about the grape bunches," she confesses, indicating one with her free hand. "But I think it turned out well."

looks over at the bracelet held aloft. "How beautiful..." She murmurs.

Reve quietly speaks a single word more to Azova, his interest exquisitely peaked if his expression is any indication. Eventually he pulls himself up from his partial lounge so that he can at least look partially presentable. "Marquis and Marquessa Stonewood," he greets, since he has already been introduced. To be fair, it is the Marquessa more than the Marquis that is of interest to him, but this is easily explained by his turning to look from her features to Azova's as if considering any shared familial traits. "Hm." Malesh's offering of his hand means that Reve is actually rising up from his lounge at the cushions, standing proud and tall. He offers a firm grip and responds, "Thank you. I am rather fond of it and would have chosen it for myself if I had the opportunity. Will you two be joining us or..." He gestures vaguely around the Hall to likely indicate mingling or dancing.

Aconite is chatting with the people at the rose sofa. She flips through her tickets the second time and beams. "Oh! That's me.." She exclaims excitedly, she stands but stops long enough to tell Ariel, "You look spectacular." She goes to divest herself of tickets and claim her prize.

Jasher appears rather at a loss for words when he comes to terms with the fact that Denica has spread a lot of information about him - most of which is unknown to him until the very moment of introduction. He hesitates mid-bow, then slowly eases into a straight-backed stance that always seems to be too rigid for comfort. His gaze shifts to Denica, presumably seeking answers, though without having a moment of privacy to obtain them, the prince is inclined to trust that none of it is exaggerated in the slightest. And so he makes an attempt at making a graceful reply, with a wry smile to compliment the words. "I am relieved to hear it, your highness. I can only hope to live up to that picture she painted of me. First, I suspect I will disappoint when I confess that I am not quite sure how to dance with three people, and so if I happen to crush your foot in the process, I apologize in advance."

Prince Aindre's nose scrunches up just a little in disbelief - is he making a face?? - when the Queen notes again that perhaps there has been some change in his want or his ability to dance the pair of them through the darkest parts of the night. "Perhaps it is merely a matter of all the broadening ways in which we've found to outlast an evening. Can we truly fit in so much dancing when you will no doubt want something else, besides? And me, to deny you? Perish that thought." Oh, other things? He reaches for a bottle of the cherry wine, same as the one Symonesse had taken, not even really needing that reminder that yes, perhaps he will be the one smuggling out a second bottle for her. "Like wine!", he admits, flashing her a particularly pointed if still charming sort of smile. This? Oh, he just tucks it into a pocket of his coat where it hangs out there, perhaps expecting he might need it sometime soon but also he's catching a glass of the stuff as someone passes with a tray, that one to offer to Symonesse with absolute politeness and grace. "After you, of course. You're the cherry connosieur after all."

"We share red hair, and a temper, at the very least." Azova quips, seeing well the way Reve is trying to puzzle out familial similarities here. "And you're more than welcome to join us of course. I suggest not falling backwards into the pillows as we did though." is demured, with amusement.

Aconite curtseys to Quenia in thanks before gliding back over to the couch she was seated at, stopping only long enough to grab another glass of wine.

As Aconite wins and gathers to her feet from the couches, Martino's hands applaud for team couch to get their first win from the four there, "Good start, Softest Aconite."

Zoey grins at Jasher. "Have you not heard of the 'Throuple Waltz' that The Duke and Duchess Malvici created with the Radiant Whisper?" she asks, a sparkle in her eye. "But either way, I think four makes more sense, does it not?"

Thea smiles at Aconite. "Good win,"she says. When Ariel steps in, she greets her. "Marquessa. Long time no see."

Quenia gently rubs Lucita's shoulder with one hand and says, "I appreciate it all the same. Thank you," she kisses her cousin's cheek. "Do remember to have fun too, and don't forget to try the new wine!" she calls out. She glances up when the newest number is called and grins when Aconite exclaims that's her. "Congratulations, Softest Whisper!" she delights in the other woman's happiness. She glances back to Ian, nodding her head in his direction seeing that he is near to Lucita. "How are you faring? Last I saw from the corner of my eye, it looked like you went down pretty hard in that last battle." She gives Ian a worried once over.

Aconite slips the bracelet into her pouch and drapes back into her seat with a wide smile. "I have the perfect outfit to wear this with."

seems to pull and tug at Malesh to join her sister and husband. She does give a very intense study of Reve as well. "Are you sure he's good enough?" She is being cheeky of course, given the impish little smile that blooms to life. "Lovely me.." Then Aconite compliments her, and her eyes shine bright. "Thank you, kindest, Softest Whisper, I had a lovely assistant." She then looks to her Azova once more, taking her turn to embrace her tightly. "Missed you Az." To Reve. "Hello Lord Reve, well met." She finally manages,. "Hello Hello!" She offers brightly to Thea. Oh and we can't forget the spin in place.

Silvio's smile grows by varying degrees, a hint of mischief easily spied within the curve of that expression when he comments aside to Jasher, "Consider me warned," when it comes to the business of his feet perhaps being crushed in the near future. And when Denica extends that hand toward him, he tosses back the rest of his own wine before reaching out to accept that offer, rendering the Thrax princess successful in luring in one of the trio. "You know, I think I like the grape bunches the best," he then remarks to Zoey with another of his smiles. "Compliments to your tailor and jeweler, for certain."

Quenia gets cupridium double edged sword from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Ian does, indeed, look like someone who went down pretty hard in the last battle. Or at least got beat up. A dry flicker of a smile crosses his expression as he looks up at Quenia. "Dodged in the wrong way a couple of times. I've got some regrets about teasing Aethan about getting old and slowing down. He's going to make me eat those words."

Lucita nods to Quenia and keeps the music at a cheerful, easy dance rhyghm. "It is fun for me to get to play and to talk a bit as people stop by here." Her voice lowers as she speaks in a quieter tone to Ian.

Azova does pull herself up from her lounging position on those cushions to return her sister's embrace. "I've missed you too, Ariel. We'll have to meet for lunch soon, yes?" Her laughter accompanies the scrutiny given. "He spoils me relentlessly. And, also makes sure I don't forget to take care of myself. You know how much time I spend at the House of Solace. So I suspect you will approve." is promised brightly. "How are Victor and Angelina? Are they in the city? I can come over and spoil them, I hope."

Jasher is content to observe as Denica is swept away to the dance floor, and makes absolutely no move to join them of his own volition. He has a /full glass/ of wine in his hand, so, you know, it's just not possible. Maybe next round...

Quenia grimaces a bit when Ian mentions dodging the wrong way. "I've been there," she remarks, rubbing her shoulder where Kyda had hit her pretty hard some several long months ago. "Or, in my case, I just remember the words, 'Ready?' and nodding before blacking out. It's not as easy to fight on a ship as it is on land either, although you're probably more used to ship battles than I am. I felt like I was getting stabbed more than I was stabbing." Boy was she! She looks back to Lucita, nodding. "Good. I'm glad. We should probably catch up again sometime soon," she tells her. "If you'll both excuse me, I'm going to go mingle a bit more." She then breaks away from Ian and Lucita, looking around to see who to catch up with next.

Oh, he is being studied intently. Reve takes this opportunity to strike a pose, cocking his hip and folding his arms across his chest before lifting his chin. "I," he says in a far too dramatic and self-confident way, "am the very best." But not the very best husband, if anyone heard his declaration earlier this evening. Whatever the case, since he is already standing, he moves to acquire a glass of wine from a passing attendant, sniffing at it to see if it too holds the sweetness of cherries. Shrugging, Reve artfully spills back onto the cushions next to Azova and expertly does not spill his wine. Quite belatedly he tacks on, "But yes, well met."

The servant calling the numbers smiles brightly at Aconite, glad to see someone there to happily pick something up. "The next item is a cupridium double edged sword.} she says. "That is number 565." She looks around the room to see whom might have that number.

Aindre gets an elegant Granato wine called Cherries Delight from a simple barrel of 'Igniseri Wines'.

Zoey attempts to take Jasher's free hand with her own. "Let us make a game of it: We go out there to dance with our wine glasses, and try not to spill on ourselves, each other, or the others around us. What do you say?" She grins to him and lifts her own glass again.

Symonesse leaves, following Aindre.

When Jasher opts to hold back she shakes her head at him, as though to deny his option in staying back, looking between him and Zoey and giving a wave with her free hand. She doesn't force of course, it's open and inviting should they wish to take it. Otherwise, she will look at the prince she's taken off with with bright smile, not apologetic for her antics at all. There is music, and her skirt bounces as she moves, she leans toward so to murmur something to him. Then she is smiling at anyone she passes on her way to the dance floor, the princess makes a small spin along the way, lifting her and Silvio's hands so she might manage it. "We'll just have to dance in a way, so to encourage everyone else to join in.," Denica is sure of herself and of this statement, giving the man a wink so to reassure that all is well planned. It's probably not.

Ian looks up briefly as Aindre and Symonesse make their exit, and then looks back to his conversation with Lucita again.

Lucita reaches up to rub her upper arm as the song she plays comes to an end. With an apologetic glance to Quenia she closes the lid over the clavichord keys, gives Ian a brief resting of the hand on his shoulder. "I hope it mends soon." She then says to Quenia. "I've got to go get some tea for this healing cut, playing was harder on it than I thought. Perhaps one of the whispers might be available to fill in the rest of the evening." And with that, she tries to slip out of the crowd without disturbing conversations and the enjoyment others are having.

It takes Ian a couple of tries to get up when Lucita rises, but he does so, clearly intending to at least walk her to the door. "I'll tell Wash to send her a note," he comments, the tail end of their quiet conversation. "It'll mean more coming from him."

Blush is half-way through his wine when he manages to find his way back to where he had left the others. Jasher is there still, with Zoey trying to encourage him forward, and the pink-haired man lingers back to watch what is decided before he opts to venture in again.

Nope she's not saying it but the thought of bullshit clearly written on her expression. "I think my husband is the best. He wins, you lose." She then flashes one of those few genuine smiles up to Malesh. Then she tuts. "Okay as long as he takes care of you. The moment he doesn't?" She just simply smiles, impish little thing. Of course odds are she'd do very little given she'd look like a tiny tea kettle to actually attempt to hurt him. "They are wonderful, growing like little weeds. Victor is tending more toward my favored things, while Angelina is like her father." She then smiles a bit. "They are home, and yes you must come visit and bring them all the gifts. I clearly don't spoil them enough according to Angelina."

Jasher, after hesitating for a heartbeat, accepts defeat with the grace and composure of a royal of House Thrax. Which is to say he inclines his head, smiles politely and steps forward with his hand extended to lead the Kennex lady to the dance floor, where Silvio and Denica have already begun to sweep in circles with an effortless charisma that he, unfortunately, lacks. While he has rehearsed these steps from youth, they are expressed in a matter that is more mechanical than fluid, and so poor, unfortunate Zoey is left to make the most of what he can readily give. All of this is accomplished without spilling the full glass of wine. Thankfully, his modest mannerisms make that very possible.

Lucita says, "It will mean just as much for her to know she was being spoken well of by one of her instructors." She says as she and Ian reach the door."

Lucita has left the an unfretted clavichord.

1 Saik Guard, Micana, an efficient assistant leave, following Lucita.

It is towards Silvio and presumably Blush as well that Quenia heads next. "Prince Silvio!" Quenia is calling out again. "You must tell me all the tales about what you were doing while you were away from Arx. Although, I am very glad to see that you are back, indeed," she tells the prince for probably the hundredth time already. "I'm also so very glad you could make it tonight."

Mar, the Magpie arrives, delivering a message to Quenia before departing.

Quenia gets warm sunshowers cupridium hairpins adorned with citrine raindrop tops from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

"Oh no. We're about to argue over whose spouse is best. Clearly we haven't had enough wine yet. Drink up!" Azova encourages, taking another sip of wine from her glass before she looks back over her shoulder at Reve with a proud smile. "I will come bearing many gifts. So let Angelina know that Auntie Azova will be there soon to save the day." she promises facetiously. "For now, though, I believe I owe my spouse at least a dance or two." Both eyebrows raise expectantly his way.

Jasher checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Jasher is successful.

Zoey checks charm and performance at normal. Botch! Zoey fails badly.

Ian has left the an unfretted clavichord.

Silvio seems to be splitting his attention between the little group of Denica, Jasher, and Zoey and the rest of the party - namely Quenia calling out the raffle items, of course. Seemingly quite content with being led along by the Thrax princess, he chuckles lowly at whatever it is she murmurs to him and then turns his head to whisper something back her way before he's lifting up his free hand and waving it vaguely in the direction of Zoey. "You and Prince Jasher are welcome to join us in that group dance, you know!" Letting loose with an easy laugh in the wake of those words, he lifts his hand to aid Denica in her spin and catches sight of Blush returning to the original group in the process of the movement. "Blush!" he calls out in a good-natured sort of way, his free hand waving toward the pink-haired fellow. "You're free to join us as well, naturally."

Not quite yet dancing properly with Denica, Silvio seems perfectly capable of juggling these various side conversations, as evidenced in the smile he tosses toward Quenia. "I fear I would bore you with my tales as I spent most of the past year just lazing about in Lenosia, being perfectly useless. But truly, it's so good to see you as well. What a splendid party! You are an excellent hostess, truly."

Denica checks charm and performance at normal. Denica is successful.

"I hope to win the hairpins, they are beautiful." Ariel conspires to both Azova and Malesh. she then laughs, letting her fingeers curl around the wine glass where she drinks.

"Next up is the nwarm sunshowers cupridium hairpins adorned with citrine raindrop tops," the servant calls out to the people in the room. "The cupridium sword went to Lord Pasquale." She glances grabs another number and says, "This number is 843." She looks around to see who will claim it. Are they here? Are they?

Zoey flips a coin calling heads, but it lands on tails. They lose. Aw.

Silvio checks charm and performance at normal. Critical Success! Silvio is spectacularly successful.

"We are all of us free to dance, Prince Silvio," Blush calls back good-naturedly as he drinks the rest of his wine and sets it on a table. "At this moment, I am free to watch," he adds with a laugh, and settles into doing just that, a certain amused wonder on his face as he watches the elite of Arx engage in this group dance.

"An insult and a threat," says Reve as though extraordinarily pleased at Ariel's response, his lips drawing up to reveal a sharp smile. "Excellent. Throw in a challenge and I win." What does he win? Who knows, but he is actually cutting a swift look to Azova there. Perhaps she gets to decide on prizes. What his fellow Darkwater does decide on is dancing however and so he sighs most dramatically, setting aside his wine glass untouched and rising up to his feet so he can offer Azova a hand in most gallant fashion.


Malesh smiles as much as he can now that the names of the Stonewood children are brought up. "That she got from me, she wants what she wants when she wants it." He doesn't verbally interject into the debate of best husband, but he does try to give Reve the subtle eye and headshake about it, as if he's not about to contest the results. He lifts his head and listens as numbers get called, but he seems happy enough to stay by Ariel's side and let her lead.

Zoey is normally a very graceful dancer. No, really! So the fact that a brief moment into the song she manages to trip over her own feet and the wine glass tips dangerously toward Jasher's coat leaves her stunned. Her jaw drops and she gasps as the rose threatens to splash on her princely partner.

Gathering up to his feet from the couch, the second winning of the evening comes from that general location as Martino's voice is drawing across, "Oh that would be mine." Gripping his jacket to adjust the jacket once more, affixing one of the aiguillettes having earlier been picked off, he walks across the dance floor. "A wonderful winning and, truly Marquessa, my dear thanks for hosting." Preparing his palms to take the winning hairpin before taking his leave for the evening.

Whatever conversation was taking place at the couches seems to have Ariella rising and quietly weaving her way through the partygoers, departing the gathering sans her date.

Ariella has left the couches embroidered with an ivory rose.

Serrano, doughty Quartermaster of the Red Bargain, Presunto, capable First Mate of the Red Bargain leave, following Ariella.

Ian lingers by the door for a moment; as the music picks up, his expression becomes briefly distracted; he pinches the bridge of his nose. He noticed Ariella stand, and angles his head, watching her, on the edge of saying hello until she passes him and leaves.

"Our Akenso is already strutting just like his daddy." Azova admits, clearly not above getting into the details of which child takes after whom in their household either. "I like little Angelina already; a lady must know what she wants, and how to get it." is noted then, firmly, before she offers her hand back to Reve in return so they can head towards the dance floor. "Drag your Marquis along and come dance, Ariel!"

Quenia waves over in Martino's direction as the servant hands off the hairpins to him. "Congratulations, Lord Martino! I do hope you enjoyed your evening," she waves a hand in his direction. She then glances between Silvio and Blush, the former dancing. She contemplates that a moment. "Oh. I'm not all that great at dancing," she tells him. "So, I'll stand here and observe as well," she remarks in seeming agreement with Blush.

Martino has left the couches embroidered with an ivory rose.

Johannes, the impeccably-dressed Malvici maggiordomo, Marcel, a young Malvici assistant, Cosimo de'Malvici, the Southport banker leave, following Martino.

Graspi ng at Malesh's hand ven more as Ariel spies the dancers, she looks up at Malesh pokes her lower lip out in a mild questioning pout. "Yes Dance with me handsome Marquis that is mine!" She can't help it, it's too darn funny to her, and as such she's giggling and trying to drag her poor husband off to dance.

The princess doesn't quite need to look over her shoulder, she seems confident that Jasher and Zoey are going to join them on the dance floor. Denica could be wrong, but low and behold, the sight of the pair making their approach brings a look of excitement to her features. Catching the murmur from Silvio, she lights up for a moment and gives the man a simple, pleased nod. A little laugh escapes her lips at the exchange between Silvio and Blush and she flashes a mile at the later, as though to say he is welcome any time. The princess is in good spirits, not only is there dancing, there's about to be planning to, how to make this work with little instruction and on the fly. "Alright, Jasher hold Zoey's hand and protect your...wine with the other," brows lift upwards. She lets go of Silvio's so to reach under the other pair's arms and take it again, so they look a bit like a windmill. "We go right, three steps, back two steps, with very gregarious stomping!," she exclaims looking at the group and before anyone can respond, she begins.

Quenia gets an emerald and diamond pendant strung on an silver chain from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

The next item coming out of the case appears to be an emerald and diamond pendant strung on an silver chain. The servant admires it a moment, and then passes it off to her assistant to display once she finishes giving the other item to Martino. "The next number is 995." she calls out, eyes scanning the crowd to see who might come claim the lovely piece.

Zoey says, "Oh! That's me!"

Thea watches whatever this thruple is and looks all curious. Then there's a pitying look for their clothes..

As the dancing continues, Blush takes one last glance around the room before he turns to make his rather quiet exit. Having not danced one enthusiastic step!

How /exactly/ does one dance with multiple partners? Jasher is very likely to learn in due course. The invitation is reluctantly accepted, though not for any other reason than he's completely out of his element. And still he manages to perform well enough for a man who has not a single artful bone in his body. When the time is come to join with the prince and princess in their steps and stomping, which is perhaps the one thing he can do well at all, the interception is in the midst of utter ruination when Zoey loses her balance and her glass is sent flying...toward /him/.

Aconite's hand lifts to her mouth in true horror as wine begins to fly. "Not on the cotton!"

Reve actually does manage to behave, escorting Azova onto the dance floor and proceeding with at least one dance, maybe two, but he keeps moving toward the heavier crowds. Why? So he can discreetly, or perhaps not so discreetly, sneak back out the way that he came with his wife.

Quenia gets Serene Swan Hairpin from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Reve has left the a group of Scarlet and Cobalt pillows.

Azova has left the a group of Scarlet and Cobalt pillows.

4 Redoubt Buccaneers, Orion, a healer's surly Assistant, Fernando, the pygmy bear leave, following Azova.

Ilyse, a potentially reformed troublemaker, Azova leave, following Reve.


Malesh's ever present smile drops soom at the request to dance, but the light in his eye and the crinkle around it are still there since he's just making a face about it. "Always happy to dance with you my dear, I do believe that is why we are here after all."

Silvio glances after the retreating Blush before the entirety of his attention turns toward Denica and this windmill-like configuration she's working them all into. Does he even know what they're doing? Who can say. He holds himself with a very Lycene sort of confidence while following these on-the-fly instructions offered up by the Thrax princess. Right. Three steps? Back two steps. With stomping! He - somehow - manages to look quite natural while doing all of this right up until that moment Zoey loses her balance and seems on the very verge of tossing wine all over poor Jasher. Eyes widening in a small way, Silvio makes a grab for said wine in the midst of some of that gregarious stomping and with all the flair of a Velenosa, manages to press that goblet back into the lady's hand, making it seem all a part of the dance in the process. "No need to waste perfectly good wine!"

Quenia nods in passing as Blush takes his leave. She grins at Zoey as she claims her prize. "Congratulations, Lady Zoey! I do hope you find something to wear it with. I'm sure you will wear it well," she calls out to the Kennex lady. She moves to settle at one of the tables in the room to watch the dancers.

Quenia has joined the a walnut wooden table stained a red-brown.

There's more number picking, "Number 2424 wins the Serene Swan Hairpin." The servant calls out once more.

Quenia gets a pouch embroidered with a scene of a summer day at a beach from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Jasher checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Jasher fails.

Zoey laughs, a little embarrassed. "Thank you, your Highness," she says to Silvio before continuing the dance. In spite of herself, color rises in her cheeks. and she says something only Jasher can hear.

Zoey checks charm and performance at hard. Zoey is successful.

Denica checks charm and performance at hard. Denica is successful.

Silvio checks charm and performance at hard. Silvio fails.

Ian finally steps away from the door to wend his way around to where Quenia's sitting. He taps one of the chairs at the table with his cane, a silent request for permission to join her.

Quenia glances up at Ian and nods her head, motioning to the chair. "Please do," she tells him. She gives him a warm smile.


Malesh has been monitoring the numbers being called, and when the Swan Hairpin number is announced he doesn't even need to check his ticket to announce, "Oh, that's me, I've won!" He is good with numbers after all. The man turns to lean way down to give Ariel a quick kiss so that he can squirm out of her grip and go collect his prize!

Smiling as she starts to make her way toward the dance floor. "You could sound less bothered. Silly man." She too is teasing judging by the twinkle in her eyes. Though just as she's about to reach the floor he's talking and then distracting her with a kiss, and then gone. A subtle squint given at his back. "Oh..right! Hurry back before I start dancing with someone else!" She threatens clearly not at all a threat.

The princess should look concerned when the wine goes flying, but rather she cannot help but watch it with wonder with wide eyes. A gasp and this is better than she could ever imagine, for Silvio is catching it and there is stomping and everything is coming together, like a comedy of errors and a well choreographed dance! Eyes sparkling, she's probably forgotten the real world, she is just radiating joy and it seems her natural state and for a moment, she relaxes. "Excellent! Amazing! You are all so beautiful!," the princess has had a lot of wine, but she seems delighted none-the-less. Looking at Jasher and Zoey with a grin, seeming to appreciate the challenge they've created for themselves. "Alright, next push away from your partner with your hand, stomp in a small circle, two and a half times, which means you should grab the hand of the person who was on your right before." Yup, it's getting more complex and the princess winks at the prince across from her and pushes away and she starts to move in a circle, which goes well with wine, surely.

Ian eases into a seat next to Quenia with a little wince, and says something to her in a low voice, his tone dry with a grim sort of humor.

Thea murmurs something to Aconite before she rises to her feet. "I should be off,"she says. "This was a wonderful event." Thea smiles over at Quenia before she goes. Avoiding the wine and dancers.

Ian has joined the a walnut wooden table stained a red-brown.

Aconite also stands, a quick curtsey to Thea and also to Quenia in passing, "Marquessa, thank you for a lovely evening and the wine." And off the Whisper goes as well, giving an eye to the dancers and dance floor though more longing than wary.

Aconite is overheard praising Quenia.

Aconite has left the couches embroidered with an ivory rose.

Alejandro, a gravely sober middle-aged Torean leaves, following Aconite.

The Igniseri servants have paused in calling the numbers for just a moment as wine starts flying. They stare. Stare some more. The assistant who is showing off the items as the other is calling a number points at one of those serving beverages, pointing at them, pointing at the mess, mouthing 'clean up!' without shouting it across the room. The beverages are put down for the moment to go tend to that matter. The next item seems to be a pouch embroidered with a scene of a summer day at a beach. It seems to be stuffed to the brim. "The next number is 25 who according to my list is Lady Enyo Malvici. We will send that along two her."

Quenia gets dreams of dark waters oathlands style longsword from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Quenia gets Elegant Red-Tailed Hawk Hairpin from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Silvio's dexterous save is observed with upraised eyebrows in surprise - an expression that does not often appear upon Jasher's face. "Thank you, Prince Silvio," he says between particularly painful shifts in his gait to keep up with this new and unusual set of instructions. After all, he /did/ take a few hits in the last battle, and almost none of the residual pain has faded in time for him to go traipsing across a dance floor. It is when he moves to dance with the person opposite him that confidence finally sets in, and the prince believes he's going to make it through the round, he loses his footing and spills almost half of his wine down the side of the glass, all over his hand and on the otherwise pristine flooring. Thankfully, none of it stains the clothing of his dance partners - just himself. Damage contained, for now...except where those poor servants are concerned. He glances to his three other dance partners to see if they caught sight of that blunder.

Thea has left the couches embroidered with an ivory rose.

Quenia glances up when Aconite leaves and nods her head in the Softest Whisper's direction. She gives the dancers a mildly amused look at their antics and waves to Thea as she leaves before joining in quiet conversation with Ian.

Ariel seems to wait for just the right chance to snag Malesh up for that dance she wanted, slipping her way to the dance floor, all while avoiding the potential cleaning crew. She has no intention of spilling her wine, but she does have every intention of dancing. Maybe she'll be successful this go around, and manages to get herself in position. How comical it must look when she is so much shorter than her husband.

"Oh no!" Zoey exclaims, barely holding back her laughter as she witnesses the loss of the sweet wine. She does not stop though. She is still dancing and doing her best to keep up. Hopefully the servants are swift enough to clean it up, otherwise things may get a bit /daunting/ for the dancers!

Malesh collects his prize, though his hair is much too short of it, and then he is off to look for his wife. He has something of a height advantage when it comes to seeing over others, but it still takes him a bit to locate her. He makes his way to her directly then, the hairpin in his hand as he approaches her, "I think this would look quite better in your hair than mine my deer." His free hand is already going to her waist, as he knows better than to delay her dancing any furhter.

A few more numbers get called. The first is 95 which sent a lovely Oathlands sword by Dame Ida to Lord vitalis. The servant then pulls out a lovely Elegant Red-Tailed Hawk Hairpin from the cabinet, while the caller calls out the next number. "Do we have someone with 955 in the hall?"

Ariel checks charm and performance at hard. Ariel fails.

Silvio was, of course, not so confident as to begin his dancing with a goblet full of wine. He finished his off before originally following Denica out to engage in these current shenanigans. But it seems like he used up all of his Lycene luck on saving Jasher from being doused in Zoey's wine as, when he's just in the midst of following this new set of instructions - namely stomping in a circle - one of his feet catch in that puddle of wine that is now upon the otherwise pristine flooring, causing him to lose his footing himself. A loud, "Woo!" escapes from the Velenosa prince as he skids a bit before managing to circle back around. He's off-beat now and that one foot is decidedly wine-spattered. Shooting a /look/ over at Jasher, he then flashes a smile and tries to keep going. But the sound of Quenia calling out that number has him lifting a hand into the air when he proclaims, "Oh, that's mine! 955!"

Ariel smiles fondly at Malesh as she sets to take the first step and then is distracted by the hairpin, reaching for it, she slips right intoo a puddle and almost falls, sending her own wine flying. It's a beautiful catastrophy, yet she stands staring dubiously down into her now empty glass as thankfully Malesh is holding her, hopefully she doesn't eat ground

Zoey checks charm and performance at daunting. Zoey is successful.

Denica checks charm and performance at daunting. Denica fails.

Silvio checks charm and performance at daunting. Silvio fails.

Jasher checks dexterity and athletics at daunting. Jasher fails.

Quenia gets elegant sapphire seas windstorm oathlands style longblade from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

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

Quenia gets Brilliant Hummingbird Hairpin from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Ilira flashes through the entrance and cuts directly through the crowd to the dance floor, plucking a flute of champagne from one server and a flute of wine from the next. An impish grin playing on her face she, as seamlessly as silk, insinuates herself amongst the dancers, materializing beside Zoey and avoiding a slick of wine with a swift push off her left foot. "Seems like I've come at the right time," she comments low-voiced and mischievous to her patron.


Malesh is... not a dancer. He hasn't brought a drink with him, he's clearly not even trying to keep up with whatever the rest of the people are doing with their increasingly outrageous dancing. No, he's a simple man really, and dances equally simply. He spills nothing, as he carries nothing, and does his level best to just be a good partner to his wife even as she attempts things that are well beyond his ability to keep up with. He might as well be dancing to his own music really.

Silvio is overheard praising Quenia: What a truly wonderful event.

Ariel checks charm and performance at daunting. Ariel is successful.

Wine is splashing everywhere, but the short Thrax princess is just delighted by everything. It's a chance to relax and have fun, be a little silly with their group dancing-turned-wine-challenge. Having shifted to new partners, reaches for Jasher's hand, to encourage him to stand opposite from her. A laugh escapes her seeing that neither Jasher or Silvio are actually hurt, she keeps the group going. Not one to shy from an obstacle, she grabs her own glass for the next round. "Alright," her voice is much louder than one might expect for a dainty little thing. "That was just the warm up!," she declares to her brave dance partners, eyes a lit with mischief. "Next, we are going to spin back around in the opposite direction. You should end up with your original dance partner.," she looks between Zoey and Jasher and Silvio and herself. "You take their hand and we will march four steps, two by two, then the first pair pushes off from each other, the second comes between, while the first should end up back together, and can do a full spin together while the first pair, Zoey and Jasher, will stop." Wow. She takes a breath, that was a lot instructions and so she takes a good sip of her wine, ready to keep going! "We will send many letters of apology later!," she adds with a devilish grin.

Ariel seems to find her footing easily, and follows Malesh's movements, but there is no more wine and the glass carefully set aside as she dips and turns, sways, shifts, and dips. Her comfortability with this dance is evident, and surprisingly it seriously is a dance that brings out her own smile, eyes lighting as each time she returns to Malesh, Eyes bright as she doesn't dare try to push him into anything other than comfort.

Quenia grins a bit as Silvio claims his hawkish prize. "Congratulations, Lord Silvio! I'm so very glad you won one of the prizes, and was here to receive it! So many have left already, seemingly, that have also won tonight."

Jasher has the good grace to appear ashamed for almost bringing harm to the Velenosan prince. And while he is more than capable of engaging in fun every so often, there are most certainly limits to just how far he is willing to go to achieve it. Once the first bit of wine is spilled on his jacket sleeve and floor, which the Igniseri servants are now required to mop up in the wake of their Choices, he decides that the risk is not worth the outcome, so tilts his wine glass back between stomps to finish off the contents. It's a good thing, too, because the very next step later, he nearly stumbles over a kneeling servant who has just finished soaking up a cloth full of cherry wine. It is just enough to send him teetering off-balance, though it is his wounded leg that finally brings him to a full and complete stop. He knees in the middle of the dance floor a moment, fingertips pressed to the smooth marble to stabilize and balance him. The glass in his right hand is passed off to a very attentive servant in that moment, the one whose life probably flashed before his eyes only a moment prior. Only once he's recovered his composure does the prince rise to his full height once more and rejoin the group. The next step of instructions are delivered, but certainly not understood by Jasher, and so he just...kind of follows whatever Zoey is doing and hopes for the best.

Ilira checks charm and performance at hard. Ilira is successful.

Zoey finds the beat and dives right in, though thankfully not into the wine puddle! "Indeed! Join us!" she says to Ilira before finding her way back to Jasher for marching, pushing, and spinning. Somehow she manages to keep her glass upright and stable without losing a single drop.

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Perhaps it was the wine. Or perhaps Silvio is now distracted by that lovely steel hawk hairpin he has won in the raffle. Whatever the case, he... doesn't seem to have fully grasped the instructions Denica has given. For a few moments, he seems confused on who he should be dancing with now in this group stompfest, but he finally ends up with Zoey when Denica grabs for Jasher for the first part of this new spinning and marching and stomping? Surely there's more stomping. Still, he's off-beat again and misses quite a few steps. And when he pushes away from Zoey and turns back to Denica, he ends up overshooting by a bit and jostling the Thrax princess instead of doing anything else he should be doing at this point. Spinning? But he laughs it off, that merry sound ringing out while he shakes his head and declares, "I do believe that wine has gotten to me!"

Quenia gets an adorable fluffy sheep plushie made with real fleece from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Quenia gets a feathered phoenix plushie from Lycene Night Sky Chained Bookcase.

Wine is splashing and footsteps stomp across the floor, the princess is flush from the wine and the laughter that escapes her lips. There is chaos and that is where the princess Thrax is truly in her element. That's the moment she just lets go and she spins around, going against all her own set rules. Zoey carries the dance through, but the princess is tripping over her own skirt when she lets go of Jasher's hand distracted by the wine he spills. Then she knocks into her next dance partner, and before she can murmur an apology to Silvio he is jostling her and she just bursts out laughing. It's joyous and happy and it lights her up, making her all the more red. The princess then decides she will make a full and formal curtsy, wine dripping down her glass and onto her shoes, skirt a little rumbled and tiara a little off-kilter. It's perfect. It is written over her features. "You are amazing! Best group dance ever," she declares lifting up her glass which manages to still have a single sip left in it and she takes it. "That was...," she pauses for a moment, lost to the appreciation that swells in her, "exactly what was needed," she murmurs, seeming to be grateful for the participation from Jasher, Silvio and Zoey. "Lady Zoey, you are a master!," she calls to her and then looks between the two princes to make sure everyone is still standing.

Instead of pairing up, Ilira dances on her own anywhere she wants across the floor, like music flows through her veins. The wild cascade of her raven curls and the voluminous tumble of her golden silks swirl as one around her, a brimming glass perfectly balanced in either hand. Pushing off her right foot and rising onto the tiptoes of her left for a tight, fluid spin, she lifts first one and then the other drink to her lips, taking several sips of each before lowering them to her sides and her heels to the floor. She sidles past Ariel and bumps the other woman with a swing of her hips, the many charms at the hem of her skirts twinkling. In his moment of imbalance, she slinks in a sinuous circle around Silvio and makes it a figure-eight with another around Denica. She ends at the center of the floor, her hair luxuriously tousled and her face pleasurably flushed, not a drop of liquor spilt. She pauses alongside the rest.

Zoey grins from ear to ear as the song draws to a close. She curtseys to Jasher, blows a theatrical kiss to Denica, then takes a victory sip from her wine glass. "That was *exactly what we needed," she echoes in agreement. "Now... I think it is time to sit. Shall we?"

Silvio ends the dance brimming with breathless laughter, a smile curving his lips upward when he returns Denica's rather formal curtsy with a flourishing bow of his own. "You are a flatterer, but what an evening," he accuses her before commenting over to Jasher with no small amount of self-deprecating humor, "And here I thought you and I were supposed to be /good/ dancers!" Extending the warmth of his smile over to Zoey and Ilira as well, the latter earning a bit of applause from the Velenosan prince at her performance on the dance floor, Silvio then begins to make his farewells as he readies himself to depart. Sparing some quiet words for Denica, he's then drifting off to Quenia, his smile turning sheepish. "I think we made a mess of your floor..." he declares and there pauses for the briefest of moments before he leans in to deliver to her cheek a very fond and apologetic kiss. "What a perfect evening. Thank you for hosting." And with his goodbyes said, he's making for the door.

Jasher has adopted something like a marching dance that is more than passable as the /actual/ dance Denica described in her instructions. And it is at this moment all the stress of carrying a full wine glass in his hand begins to fade; there's even something of a smile twitching at the right corner of his mouth as his blue eyes shift to rest upon Silvio. "If only I could claim the wine as an excuse," he laments between huffs of breath, because all of this stomping is something of a work-out, "Oh, I never claimed such a thing. In fact, I am pleased I had a chance to correct the record about my ability." He then side-eyes his cousin. When the dance is finally complete, the prince bows at the waist to his partners, inclines his head toward Ilira, who had slipped in while it was still ongoing, and then leads Zoey back toward Ian and Quenia. Instead of sitting, however, he meets with a servant to take a damp cloth, walks back out, drops it over what remains of the puddles they made, and then slowly drags it with his boot tip to sop up the red liquid up. He'll spend a few moments tending to this as best he can.

Quenia glances up from her conversation with Ian momentarily to smile at Silvio and any others who've just come from the dance floor. "There's a war going on in the Maelstrom. Parties are needed to keep up morale. My floor will survive, so long as you've all had fun." Her eyes particularly go to Denica and Jasher, whom she knows has been part of those ongoing efforts. "All of the resources raised from the raffle tonight will be given to House Thrax to distribute as needed toward the war effort," she informs Denica.

Finally draws to a standstill, letting herself rest in against Malesh, seems she's had the best night ever - or so she'd claim just as many other times before. Though the dance may be done that doesn't stop restless excitement, seems as though she almost may do so a second time! She however allows her husband to lead them off the floor, "A beautiful evening, truly." She admits, letting her fingers lace with Malesh's. "Marquessa, you did beautifully." She then hums as though up to something. "And I've a ghastly idea." She offers with laughter.

3 House Velenosa Guards, Elio, an affable yet soft-spoken assistant leave, following Silvio.

Quenia glances over to Ariel and inclines her head to the other woman. "Thank you. I strive to try and make these as fun, or at least as interesting, as I can. If the timing works out, I might try to do another fire and ice ball sometime. I know people had a lovely time there."

A breath escapes her, as though she pauses to just remember the moment and then she is all smiles. A little wiggle of her fingers at Ilira having appreciated her little dance adding to the mix. A nod to Zoey as she echoes the words and flash of a smile as Silvio departs. As Jasher goes to dutifully help with the floor, the princess puts her hand on the man's shoulder and murmurs something to him before she makes her way over to Quenia. Her eyes sparkle with gratitude and she says to the other woman, "Marquessa Quenia, thank you for everything you've done here tonight. The funds you've raised will help Thrax's efforts in the Mourning Isles and I know that everyone is turly appreciative for your efforts. Tonight and all you have done, all everyone has done," she extends her voice across the room then. "These are challenging times, but we are moving forward and better things will come," she says catching the emotion inflecting in her voice. "Thank you for all you do, to stand with us and support us, truly, I am humbled," she dips her head respectfully to the room, having spoken her thanks.

Zoey is overheard praising Quenia.


Malesh is, as ever, just as happy as a clam to follow along with Ariel and be at her side, hand in hand. As she pays respects to Quenia he does the same, "Yes, it was a fabulous time we've both been looking forward to. Well done." He does stand a little taller, a little stiffer, when the hint is made that Ariel has an idea and that it is ghastly.

Ian looks up as the dancing comes to an end, if only for a moment. His expression is solemn, lines on his face telling the story that it's been parked in that state almost exclusively for a very long time. The sight of Jasher doing something to mitigate the damage to the floors gets a slight nod out of him, before he returns his attention to Quenia.

Ilira tips back the last of her wine and champagne, placing the empty flutes upon a tray of them in a passing server's hands with a warm murmur of appreciation. Under the declarations and the thanks, she sashays over to Jasher and wordlessly bends to help the job. Some of the red stains her skirts along the hem and at her knees.

Laughter rolls in a titter of wild fire as Malesh tenses. "Oh darling, don't be so drab." Ariel really -is- up to something, the little redhead who is absolutely dwarfed in stature to her husband offers a warm smile. "I believe the Marquis and I however have some business to tend to at home, I am almost fully certain Angelina is raiding the bookshelves while Victor is trying to concoct a new...science." She mentions glancing up to Malesh. "Can I say I had no hand in this?"

Quenia inclines her head graciously toward Denica. "You are quite welcome. Please let Prince Victus know that he shall receive the resources on the morrow, when the banks are opened again." She smiles again in Malesh's direction. "I'm glad everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. You are free to hang out and converse if you should like, as things wind down." She grins, "Did you see how delighted the Queen was to see it was cherry wine?"


Malesh snorts a bit and mitigates some of his responsibility for their children's behavior with a sing-songy "Well I certainly didn't make them alone" He does dip his head and, in a more serious tone reply to Quenia, "Yes, always a victory if the queen is happy I think. A well-chosen wine indeed."

Jasher kneels very slowly to pick up the cloth, and when Ilira's own is soaked through, he then turns to gently claim it from her red-stained hands with an appreciative combination nod and smile. These soaked rags are then handed off to the servants waiting and watching from along the edge of the dance floor. With this done, he retreats from the floor and joins the loose gathering of remaining individuals gathered. He waits patiently for Denica to complete her small, emotional speech, then adds some words of his own. "House Igniseri has been a formidable ally in this trying war. You have not just raised funds, but you have lost troops and ships beside our own. We have fought and struggled as one. House Thrax is incredibly grateful to you and yours, Marquessa Quenia." With that, he bows low and respectfully in her direction, straightens, and then begins to roll up his stained coat cuff.

Ariel's cheeks flush a vibrant red and she swats at Malesh. "I swear you St-..." She trails off now remembering -she- is also a Stonewood. "Damnit." She grouses looking all the more flush with that embarrassment. Surely she should be used to this by now.

Quenia inclines her head deeply from her seated position. "Thank you, Prince Jasher. I feel it's the least I can do, what with being Princess Alarissa's protege and all." She offers him a soft smile. "Also, it is a cause I whole-heartedly support, overall."

Ilira smiles kindly back at Jasher, her eyes bright and warm as she relinquishes the rags into his hands with a whisper of "Thanks!" Flowing smoothly to her feet, she casts a single glance around the room, locking eyes once with Quenia, Zoey, Ariel, and Jasher again, before turning her back and sashaying away, beaming to herself.

Taking a step to stand at Jasher's side, the antics of the evening having subdued now and she is taking in the last sights of everything. There's a small nod of commitment to Quenia, "I will be sure to tell him," she says to her and then she goes quiet and listens to Jasher, looking at him with obvious pride. "We are lucky to have the friends and allies that we do," she says with sincerity. "This has been a wonderful evening, it's also given the kind of reprieve that was needed, you have out done yourself," she says to Quenia and then looks at Jasher. "Thank you," she murmurs to him, but doesn't say what for.

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

"It truly was a lovely evening, and I think I have some green silk that will compliment that pendant," Zoey tells Quenia with a warm smile.

Quenia seems to be giving Malesh a considering look as Ian mentions something to her privately at the table, "Marquis Malesh.... Lord Ian says you're good with finances, is that true?" Not that she doesn't trust Ian, but she's interesting in hearing what Malesh has to say for himself. To Denica she says, "Thank you again for coming, and I'm very glad you had fun." She nodes to Zoey, "You too."

Ian lifts his gaze and looks over at Malesh, like he's about to call him over, but Quenia beats him to the punch.

Looks as though she may speak, pauses to work the hairpins into her hair. "Yes...he's a tight ass." Ariel points out once they are secure. The redhead flashes an endearing smile up to Malesh. "Love you." She provokes gently.

Zoey lets out a playful scoff toward Ariel. "Being financially responsible means having room for play later, Marquessa," she says with a grin. "Speaking of, I have my own duties to get back to at home. Thank you again for the lovely evening." Her gaze rests on Ian. "I will see you at home." Then she departs.


Malesh chuckles a little and nods, "Lord Ian is correct and my wife... is not wrong." He dips his head in a bit of a bow, "The Bislands trust me to handle their accounts as well, it seems the gods gift to me was one of understanding the relations of numbers, coin, goods, and the like. I'm very learned in many areas mind you, but in the realm of finances I would add also that I believe I am talented as well."

Quenia lifts a subtly amused brow in Ariel's direction before turning her black-eyed gaze back on Malesh. "Good. Good. Are you otherwise occupied with aiding other houses or organizations in either the Thronweave or the other matters?" The crises she means. "The reason I'm asking is that a large majority of my family is otherwise occupised with such matters, and so I've found myself needing to hire out help to look into our finances with the issues the Lycene are facing now that Archfiend of Greed's Herald, Malrico Pravus, otherwise known as The Prodigal, is dead. He was killed in Velenosa's mansion some many long months ago, when rumors of the ghosts started appearing in our district. I wasn't there at the event, but I believe Lord Ian caught part of what transpired. Now we're all facing financial troubles, as his almost thousand year old if not more endeavor has started falling apart. He was responsible for creating the Lyceum, initially."

looks a little more disturbed now, but nods as she follows along with the severity of the issue. She then leaans forward, tugging Malesh's arm downward to whisper softly to him.

Ian confirms the 'caught part of what happened' bit by observing: "Yeah, that was all pretty weird."