The Prince of Sanctum enters the Vow quietly. He took instruction well, he's wearing clothes of leather tanned to a brilliant white. Edain smiles when he sees Alarissa and bows to her, but he quickly slinks along one of the side walls, finding a nice spot of wall to hold up and from which to watch people mingle and enjoy themselves.

Cristoph has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Abbas has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Edain has joined the Quiet Alcove.

The party is in full swing! It's a crush, with hundreds of Arx's shiniest bodies cloaked in white and mingling amongst the lush forestland in the Vow. Dinner was sumptuous, a veritable feast of roasted duck, suckling pig, and finest veal alongside dishes out-of-season asparagus, almond and sweet breads, and platters of jewel-like glazed fruits hung on miniature trees of silver. Wine has flowed throughout the evening, complemented with sharper alcohols upon request and a wealth of champagne. There may even be tea or juices, if one were to ask a passing server politely.

And though the musicians have played all evening and the choir accompanied them sweetly, now the dancing is about to begin and the lights, bright as day until just this moment, begin to dim, night falling in the magical grove that Valardin has become. As that happens, the hostesses step forth to announce further entertainment for the evening.

Sir Rodrick, a Valardin Knight, Spirit, the Tiny Honey Brown Fox Kit arrive, following Sasha.

Sasha arrives, following Estaban.

Alaric has joined the Honor Table.

Abbas has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Abbas has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Isabeau has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Rolf, 5 Grimhall House Guards arrive, following Harald.

Alarissa has joined the Honor Table.

Aiden has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Aiden has joined the Honor Table.

Fergus has joined the Cavalier Table.

Fiachra has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Orazio has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alistair arrives without his favored goons. Perhaps they are busy shaking a merchant upside down or fighting against the forces of the abyss so everyone here can enjoy a nice party. Regardless, the two Confessors he does arrive with shuffle off to the side of the event, keeping a close eye on everyone present. Despite the invitation and request... Alistair does not wear white. He would not look good in white. And his wardrobe consists of only reds and blacks. Sadly the Inquisition budget has not expanded enough for the High Inquisitor to afford much else. With hands clasped behind his back he peers about the part in his typical dour contenance.

Orazio has joined the Honor Table.

Sasha gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Alis has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Khanne has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Having arrived arm and arm with Monique herself, Victus seems at peace here. Perhaps not as at peace as he would be at say, a gathering with plenty of singing, booze and maybe a bit of fighting as well. But he looks... fine. Fine is about the only thing to describe him as. Also dressed in perhaps the most casual attire of anyone, he wears a nice linen shirt and a pair of grey britches to match. Along with that, several sets of jewelry hang from his air and fingers. "Am I doing good with this whole, behavior thing?" He motions to Monique as he speaks, slowly making his way toward the Honor Table with the other guests. Some of whom he even recognizes! "I... can't... tell..."

Arriving with the lovely Lady Skye Blackshore on his arm, the new Baron Edward Redreef steps in resplendent in his white naval-cut tunic and trousers. He smiles as he looks at the lovely woman he escorts in her white strapless dress and when it is their turn he smiles to Alarissa and he bows to her, "Thank you for inviting us, Your Highness," holding there a moment for Skye to make her own greeting before they turn and move on, letting others come in to greet the hostess, moving to find a table.

Caelis has joined the Quiet Alcove.

Gaston has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Gaston has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Fiachra has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Fiachra has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alis has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alis has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Estaban gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Victus has joined the Honor Table.

Ian has been here, but has been here unobtrusively enough that it's not clear when exactly he came in. He's wearing some white clothes, because he was told to wear some white clothes. It's not an outfit. It's fancy clothes that are white. He seems okay with that. He leans on his cane from somewhere where he won't be in anyone's way, and surveys the crowd.

Edward has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Sasha has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Shae has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Shae has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Caras, who has stood about quietly refrained from getting a lantern. He exits a few minutes after a messenger comes for him and then reenters, his shoulders glowing with lanterns.

Cristoph has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Cristoph has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Nicia has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Nicia has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Estaban has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Orazio has been on his best behavior thus far in the evening, perhaps because of the delightful hosting, or the copious quantities of free food and good wines. He hasn't scowled at anyone, or disapproved of anything. For /minutes/. Instead, the Legate in his fancy robes has complimented everything, and kept up a non-threatening flow of polite party talk. "It is a delightful spread, isn't it?"

Ailith has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Ailith has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Fergus is going stag tonight. Which is fine, Marian ran off to handle some kind of issue and told him to go on ahead. He's since claimed the Cavelier table for himself. Deposited himself in a chair, he's in the midst of drinking because...well, that's what he usually does, giving off his air of his constant state of grumpiness. Which is just fine by him. The less talking he has to do, the better off he is.

One of the Valardin servants gets brave enough to approach the Prodigal Inquisitor, tapping him on the shoulder and whithering under his stare for just a moment. Wordlessly, as Alistair prefers, the servant offers a white cloak. Those wildborn eyes regard the cloth for a moment before he takes the garment and does his best to fit in. He looks even more out of place with the white draping off hi shoulder.

Eirlys has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Skye has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

As Alarissa steps forth first to make her speech, Monique turns an amused, bright-eyed, flush-cheeked glance up at Victus. "That depends," she murmurs to him, laughter in her tone, sparkling like a diamond tonight in her white gown and spectacular cut-glass girdle, "have you managed to steal anything with notice yet?" This particular Hostess is fully enjoying herself, and her Thraxian date, but has greetings and waves for everyone around.

Sasha was sitting with Estaban and speaking quietly with him. Though she looks like she was feeling much better than she had during the summer months. A lovely pearlescent seasilk outfit upon her form now. Her gloves hand brushing some of her long tresses back from possibly being in her face and she asks Estaban "How are you enjoying the party so far?"

Aiden arrived alone, one supposes with a guard in tow that he eventually convinces off him to go mingle with the other on duty honor guards, which is to say somewhere out of the way. Dressed in white from collar to hem of his pants, the Prince looks charming in white, his mocha skin giving a nice contrast, oddly it suits him well enough. He's spent the dinner at the honor table, likely because his cousins are at the table and it's easier to carry on conversation, however subtle with them. He's sitting back with a glass of wine in his hand, rather aloof as the dinner part winds down and now people aren't necessarily restrained to their seats.

Aislin Ashford is clad in a white silk gown. It is clearly neither the pale, platinum-haired adventurer's ideal color, nor something she feels entirely comfortable in; the scar across her left cheek seems somewhat more jarring out of leather armor, and perhaps she's overly aware of that. Still, the explorer is making the rounds in a friendly enough manner, looking for likely conversational partners.

Having arrived with Cristoph, Nicia has stuck pretty close to him through the entire party so far, and has been rather sedate with her drinking for the evening. Instead of hiding behind a few glasses of whiskey or rum or, something, she has been nursing a single glass of wine and doing her very best to remember everyone that comes and goes in the party.

From one of the tables, Alis spots Fergus and gives him the 'why aren't you already sitting with us' look. This, before she points at the lone spot left at their table and makes the cute face at him.

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

Isabeau had been escorted for the evening by Prince Abbas from House Thrax and while the pair might look the most marvelously odd couple, they were clad in white silk and fur ensembles that were clearly made as a set by someone's skillful hands.

Edward makes sure to pull out a chair for Skye to take her seat and then he will go to get them a couple of drinks. When he returns he smiles and sits it down for her and then takes his own seat at the table.

Skye can't help but look wide-eyed as everything is going on around her. She smiles at Edward as he provides her escort through the event. When introductions are made to Alarissa, she gives a courtesy. She is wearing a beautiful white gown that is not too daring for the young woman. She takes her seat at the table and murmurs her thanks.

Arriving earlier for the dinner sans date, Khanne is seated mostly with other singles. She is dressed as directed, in a pristine white gown nonetheless. The color of the gown makes her hair stand out even more than usual, the wine-red like dark flames rising above a candle. She laughs and jokes with the others while eating her meal.. well, picking at it as she usually does any meal. She keeps her willowy frame trim that way after all, but dessert... she can't resist.

Alistair turns his his gaze upon Aislin as she enters, the High Inquisitor nodding his head towards the fellow member of his order. "Have your investigations been fruitful, Inquisitor?" he asks blandly. What investigations!? Whos being Investigated. Probably everyone and everything.

Desiree has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Back in bl-white. Warlord Abbas Thrax arrives in ivory silken attire. The odds that he purchased the outfit himself are somewhere south of not a chance in the abyss. But he rocks it regardless; silver streaked dreads hang looks and free over his shoulders. That collar is very much popped on his tunic. The peak of ink emerges from his neckline. His axe has been peace bonded and hangs from his belt. The Bastard's Butcher has on his arm a Valardin princess. He motions them to a table after a moment of catching a look at who has attended the function.

Eirlys slips in and looks around, as soon as she finds her brother, sister and friends she moves to that table and sits down. Look she is in a fancy dress with heeled slippers and her hair done up and she is even not wearing her sword.

Table conversation at random intervals drifts away in order to gaze upon the considerable care and attention which transformed the room; Ailith nibbles on the last of her plated glazed fruits as if in a daze before a smile grows when she addresses another. All in all, she's mainly been quiet and intent on listening to those around.

Estaban has arrived with Princess Sasha on his arm, the young lord is dressed in all white even his knee high boots. If one looked closer he has a bit of a cat print going on, sitting down with Sasha he smiles to her nodding looking around. "I am liking it, I do not believe I have beeen to something such as this." he says in a lowered voice to her.

Caras flags down Aislin, stepping away from the wall and intercepting her for a quiet word. "I am glad to see you here." He says quietly a conservative opening gambit.

Edain has left the Quiet Alcove.

Monique has joined the Honor Table.

The hard drinking, hard swearing lady medic Brigadier General always seems out of place when she dresses up, but tonight it's not hard to mistake her for anything but a Duchess' daughter of a Lycene house. White silk strips woven into an alluring gown that shows off her lean curves and edging in red and gold for Malvici color. Her white strands of hair have been pulled forward and the rest hidden under her lacy veil. Eirene is doing her best to remind people she's not just a drunk battle-Doctor for once.

Edain has joined the Honor Table.

Caelis has left the Quiet Alcove.

Caelis has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Cristoph can generally eat like a horse, which is what he's been doing with every course. And he has absolutely been doing his round of 'hello how are you's' throughout the evening. There's also been several corny jokes about 'haha, your tailor likes white too, huh?'. At the moment however, he's simply nursing his drink with an arm slung around Nicia's shoulder. There's a vague interest on his face as the various people filter around the room.

Ian continues to stay where he is. For someone who has to pay a lot of attention to their feet when they walk, big crowd like this are probably a problem. He has a drink, though, and can watch the people, so he's content for now.

Ugarte arrives, following Fortunato.

Fergus catches that look Alis, noting the amount of people at the table she's sitting then shrugging, as if explaining non-verbally that's exactly why he's not sitting with her. There's other people there, and why the hell would he wouldn't to talk to other people? The Redrain only talks to people he likes, and even, it's questionable. So, he matches her look, as if in a 'why aren't you sitting with me?" look.

Gaston sits at a table with a party of mostly other Valardins, though Countess Nicia is there as well, escorted by Duke Laurent. He takes a sip of his drink, feral eyes scanning the party goers for the moment.

"Yes. And we've managed to clear at least one person's name," Aislin remarks to Alistair. Which is perhaps in and of itself a sign of a kinder, gentler Inquisition than Shreve's. But whatever else she was abiout to say is put aside for a moment as Caras approaches; Aislin glances over with a curious look. "Archlector. It's been some time. I'm glad to see you're doing well."

Eirene has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Desiree arrives wearing what looks to be a new white gown. It's obviously something she looks comfortable in, and she has a cheerful look on her face as she glances around the room. She then makes her way to her seat.

Leaving the place she had been quietly talking, Caelis walks over to join the table holding Alis, Nicia, and a few others. Her usual long gait restricted by her dress. Easing into a seat she smiles warmly. "So, this is lovely, isn't it?"

Indeed, the party so far has been interesting, and Alarissa in that silk gown with her ornamental pauldron has worked in tandem with Monique to ensure that so far the night has gone well. But now that dessert has come and has finished, Alarissa is pardoning herself from the table, a smile for those who she's been dining and drinking with so that she can step up to where normally the altar stands - now draped and bearing flowers, looking to the amassed group, a champagne glass in hand. "And now, for the not so boring part of the night." There's a wide grin on the Valardin Princess's face. "Tonight, as we gather to celebrate and revel in being halfway through the dark, we are of course, not sending you all home empty handed."

Alrissa gestures toward a table. "Throughout the night, we'll be drawing random numbers. Three numbers will be walking home with first a love experience at the menagerie. Then a warhorse from House Blanchards stock." Alarissa breaths deep. "And lastly, a hound from House Keatons litters, a trained hunting dog. Votives in front of your place settings will bear your number. So remember then please. But for the last gifts of the night, I turn you over to the Lady MOnique Greenmarch." Alarissa turns it over to Monique now as she returns to her spot at the honour table.

Eirlys picks up Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Fortunato arrives, a coarse white robe draped over his usual leathers, to the point that it almost conceals them. Just your occasional peek of yellow-brown under the folds. He exhales upon entering, and draws a bit of parchment and graphite from his bag. Will have to do.

Caras greets Alistair. "Apologies for interrupting." He tells the man. "I am well Lady Aislin. Thank you. And you look lovely in a gown."

Dafne arrives with her usual entourage, and hands off her furs to one of her assistants at the door. It is a good thing she was warmly wrapped on the way over, for her silken gown seems almost to be made of cobwebs; thin, clinging and not terribly covering. Well, she is Lycene, after all. Her dark curls have been pinned up, with a few left to wisp over her neck. She pauses near the door to look over the crowd. If she goes up in an undignified manner to do so she can hardly be blamed.

Eirlys drops Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Aislin gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Ender, a Silver Gyrfalcon arrives, delivering a message to Alarissa before departing.

Eirlys gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Estaban smiles to Sasha listening to her and nodding his head in her direction, he looks around spotting some he knows and gives them a wave or nod in their direction.

Eirene gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Kael gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Alis gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Dafne gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Fortunato gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Those of a dour nature and dire reputation can certainly settle into the merriment of the revel, throw back a few drinks and find some pleasure in noble company. Harald Grimhall is not one of those. The grim lord has kept largely to himself, giving brief answers to any who greet or address him, and otherwise living up to his surname.

Aislin looks somewhat unconvinced by Caras' compliment, but inclines her head in thanks to the Archlector nonetheless. "I hope the advice I gave you before was a help?"

Entering the party just as Alarissa is riding from her seat, the meal over, are the Keaton Count and Countess. Reigna has a blush on her face and a fretful expression and appears to be aplogizing to her husband. Both are decked out in white, their outfits subtly referencing one anothers reinforcing how 'together' they look.

Eirene raises a hand at Caelis in greeting. If she can recognize her elegantly dressed aunt, that is. She gives a little twirl that flashes her tanned legs and snowy white slippers. Ta-daa, she mouths with a grin.

Reigna gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Alistair does not mind the interruption it seems, giving a slight nod to Caras and any others who step forward to speak. "That is good to hear... there is much mroe work to do though, as I am certainy ou know." he says with a slight nod to Aislin as she delivers that impromtu report. The man clasps his hands behind his back, regarding the hostess as she makes her announcement, and then to stare at Caras as he often does to most who fall under his gaze.

Fergus gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

When Alarissa finishes her speech, Monique steps up, all smiles and the brightest of cheeks. "You all look *stunning* tonight! Thank you so much for coming! As my beautiful co-host says, I have one final challenge to present you with, and a prize that will hopefully take your breaths away, as you've stolen mine!" It's a thief joke, get it? "If I could ask the magnificnt High Lord Victus Thrax to step up for a moment and bring the prize? Feast your eyes on two raw bolts of Cardian Steelsilk! These bolts will be made into custom gloves to fit the winner of the contest!" She waits on Victus to arise with the silk before explaining the rules, but adds, sidelong, "I wouldn't try to attack him for them," with a hearty laugh.

Fergus prods the lantern that he's had on the table next to him curiously. A bit of an eyeballing of it a moment longer before going back to drinking. Sure, yeah, he'll pay attention to whatever the heck Rissa happens to be doing. He's just here so he doesn't get fined. Or well, fined by his wife.

Aiden does seem at least a little better seated, not sliding down in his seat from food coma, when the prizes are announced. His eyes light up at the steelsilk, "War horses, war hound, and steelsilk." He whistles, appreciatively.

Caelis jaw drops at Eirene and gives her a thumbs up and mouths back "Hot!" before her attention slips to the hosts.

The look on Kael's face is a patient thing, it really is. For in turn to the flurry of apologies offered forth from Reigna, he is shaking his head. He is, perhaps, a bit flustered underneath the collar however. He gestures quietly, rather than vocally responds, and squares up his shoulders some. Like, you know, if they just casually ease around the great hall, no one will notice they weren't there before.

Ian's scanning of the crowd takes note of a familiar, if not friendly face who is, like him, standing around not really fitting in. He braves the process of weaving through the crowd and manages not to bump into anyone of get knocked down. He ends up near-ish to Harald, but doesn't actually say anything to the grim duke.

Khanne sits at the table beside Desiree, speaking in quiet conversation, though her misty-grey eyes scan the crowd on occasion, trying to offer greeting to those she knows, even if from afar.

"One would hope, your Majesty." Victus retorts with a baleful smirk of his own before he moves to stand beside their faithful hostess, Monique. Indeed as she said, he's hoisting up two bolts of Steelsilk in those massive arms of his. Though his skills as a model are hardly anything to enjoy. He stands near statuesque, stiff and awkward as he stares out among the crowd. Unblinking. This is not his element in the least.

Fortunato sketches distractedly, sloppily in his corner. He mutters something about Cardian steelpaint which is certainly nonsense, and seems to be broadly scoping the room for subjects.

Edward seems attentive from where he sits next to Skye while they talk at their table between eating and enjoying their drinks. The mention of the steelsilk draws him and he smiles as he leans back in his chair and listens to the rules being set for obtaining such luxury items.

Eirene let' out a whistle as she claps. "Nice prizes," she calls in appreciation, eyes fixed on the hostesses.

Caras produces a bottle of wine, which he presents to the aide before taking a lantern from the box.

Caras puts A Lenosian Strawberry Wine In A Black Bottle in Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

Estaban looks up as the prize is shown and he whistles softly.

Monique sends a green-eyed wink Victus' way. "Thank you, Your Highness. It looks good on you. But here's the challenge! To win the Cardian Steelsilk," she pauses, for dramatic effect, "... you must speak Cardian. At any point over the next hour, you may approach me privately to prove yourself. If someone does, the challenge is over and the winner declared, though I will not name names. If," she continues, "no one meets the challenge, then we will have a raffle. Coin will get you raffle tickets, and near the end of the evening, we will draw a winning ticket for the gloves!"

Speak Cardian? Alistair ever so slowly looks amongst the guests to see who might rise to that challenge. Perhaps the High Inquisitor will have some pointed questions for them. Though he does glance to Aislin and raise an eyebrow, seeing if the explorer Inquisitor knows the southern language.

"Aislin," Eirene calls out with an amused snort, her blue eyes turning to the lady explorer. She lets out a laugh and addresses the woman directly. "I'll be surprised as fuhhh- as a startled doe if you can't."

"Huh," Fortunato huhs softly as he glances at Monique and makes another couple of strokes on his parchment.

Fergus just continues to drink, snorting at the idea of speaking Cardian. "You'll be surprised as fuck, Mal." he grunts. "Don't go all soft an shit on me."

"Lady Aislin," calls out Dafne in greeting, rounding on the woman in question with a soft whisk of silk. She pauses, and adds to Eirene, "Well. I am sure there are _some_ languages Lady Aislin does not speak. Possibly one or two."

A slumping in his seat has Aiden eye rolling toward the challenge, before he downs some more wine.

Skye doesn't look like she can even rise to meet the challenge and murmurs a few words to her escort. There's a little disappointment there, and she looks around to see if anyone else can meet the challenge.

Reigna murmurs something to Kael and then hurries off towards the door in a swish of white silk skirts.

Harald notes Ian aside, and gives a scant nod to the Kennex, but says nothing. Until Eirene catches herself and corrects her expression of surprise. A sharp grunt, and dry echo of, "..As a startled doe."

Caras gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Sasha doesn't know Cardian sadly so she will have to sit this challenge out

"Well, my dear doe, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," Aislin calls back to Eirene, her tone somewhat rueful. "It's the language that has always eluded me. I've pursued Cardian sailors and merchants for /years/ trying to get them to teach me the tongue, tried to piece it together from books, and while I can stumble through a handful of phrases that I've managed to learn -- I'm afraid little more than that. But I do keep trying."

A quick flash of a smile touches Ian's face, before vanishing again. Maybe it's the crowd. Maybe it's because he had to give up his coat. Maybe people just aren't drunk enough, yet. For whatever reason, he stays over here. He angles his head towards Harald and murmurs something.

Dafne tilts her head to one side. She notes toward Aislin, "Does not Lady Monique being the judge imply _she_ speaks it? Or does she not, and anyone who can come up with a passable imitation could win?"

Reigna has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Kael has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

    Denica, oh look, there she is. The one in the black and silver cloak. She tosses the cloak back over one shoulder, bows to the room with theatric flourish, before she unclasps the cloak and shrugs it off. Wordlessly handing it over toward one of her - wait. She didn't bring either of her guard. She blushes, dumping her cloak over the back of a chair as she passes to claim a glass of wine from a passing server. "There is a lot of white here tonight. And, I now have a glass of red wine. Be prepared party-goers. Be prepared and very afraid."

Khanne smirks a bit, overhearing some nearby conversation regarding does who are surprised. She gives a nod of her head to Aislin, Eirene, and Harald, all seemingly involved in that talk. Looking towards Denica then, she mumbles, "I should have sprung for the Aeterna..."

Caras wanders the room, having three lanterns now, one on either shoulder and one in his hand. He spies Reigna and Kael and makes his way to them. "Mind if I rest my feet here a bit?" He asks the couple.

"It does sound as though she speaks the language, yes," Aislin notes to Dafne. "I definitely plan to corner her later and ask how she's managed to pick up the tongue."

The Warlord of Thrax grins a moment and then stands. He leans over to Isabeau and offers a smile and a dew words. Abbas struts his way over to the table of Honor and he accompanies it a moment to have a quiet word with Monique. He does not get there quickly; his walk is a casual get some wine along the way stroll.

Denica gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Alistair lets out a slight rumble of thought as Inquisitor Aislin reveals the southern tongue has escaped her grasp. Once more his piercing gaze returns to the other guests of the party... seeing who deigns to speak up and win the challenge. When someone points out that Monique would have to speak the tongue to be able to judge a victor, his gaze turns upon her.

Instead of reclaiming her position at the Honor Table, Monique leans down to murmur something Victus, and then she launches herself into the crowd, smiling and greeting others, giving anyone a chance to approach her.

Abbas has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Abbas has joined the Cavalier Table.

Reigna beams up at Caras as he arrives, "Cou -- Archlector! Welcome, yes, please, have a seat and join us, it would be a blessing to have you." She gestures to an empty seat at their part of the table and smiles, "Husband, this is my cousin, Archletcor Caras Wyrmguard. Archlector, I would love to introduce you to my husband, Count Kael Keaton of Oakhaven."

"I am of the opinion," Dafne observes toward Denica with a quirk of a smile, "having red wine spilt over a white gown is simply the perfect opportunity to re-enact the tragic suicide of Lady Cecilia from my favourite melodrama. I saw it thirteen times when I was a child in Gemecitta. I would be more afraid of _that_." She adds toward Aislin, "Perhaps it's worth trying a cunning imitation of Cardian, however."

Monique has left the Honor Table.

Kael helps his wife get seated, pulling the chair out for her as is typical of him. As Caras approaches, however, his focus shifts over toward the other man and he inclines his head in a humble manner. "Not at all," he murmurs, moving to take a seat next to Reigna. "Please do join us." With that, he sets his own acquired lantern down before him. "Count Kael Keaton," he introduces himself, "and my wife, Countess Reigna Keaton. From Oakhaven."

Eirene says, "Well doe!" Or Do'h. Take your pick. "Indeed surprised..." she, too, glances at the hostess as the point is made. "Hmm..." A drink is beckoned and thoughtfully sipped. "Hopefully you can find a tutor, Lady Aislin."

Valencia picks up Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Khanne nibbles at her lip a moment, watching Monique wander the crowd. She waits for the woman to come near her own table before leaning to her to say, "it is a lovely party. Thank you so much for the invitation." Looking at the lantern, she says, "I rather like this little souvenir, and already know where I will place it."

Harald catches Khanne's eye, inclining his head slowly to the Halfshav in greeting.

Caras has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Valencia gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Ian exchanges a few words with Harald, then falls silent and goes back to people watching.

    "If you know it by heart," Denica perks up, looking over at Dafne when she speaks. Striding over to continue conversing without shouting it rudely across the way, "we could. Just say so." The Thrax princess dimples a simple, sips her wine, and moves on blithely to cause some casual havoc out of range of the lovely hostesses.

Ailith briefly murmurs an apology to the table. The tall Seraph rises and crosses the room to linger behind the sketch artist and likely by accident casting a shadow over the work. "Fortunato," she greets.

Ailith has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Desiree speaks quietly with Khanne for a while before standing from the table. "It's been wonderful getting to speak with you, but I want to say hello to my cousin." She smiles and walks toward Reigna and Kael. "Count Keaton, Reigna it's wonderful to see you here. I absolutely love your outfit."

Desiree has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Desiree has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Isabeau nods her head faintly in acknowledgement of her escort's departure, but rather than remain alone at their table, the pretty Valardin princess takes her champagne glass in hand and rises to go and greet those seated at the honor table. The king, of course, is accorded his due deference by way of a proper curtsy before she slips smoothly into an open chair.

Isabeau has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alarissa departs from the honour table again, starting that careful walk in her dress up to the altar again where a large glass fishbowl has slips of paper. "And now, for the -lovely- Menagerie experience." A servant holds up the little unicorn plush. "The winner of this, gets the joy of journeying to the menagerie and will be treated to a behind the fences journey and experience. A chance to touch some of the residents and to enjoy themselves with something that no one else has really done." There's a glance to aiden. "Save for Prince Aiden" There's a wind for him and a laugh as she dips her hand into the bowl, fishes around and brings up a folded paper to read from it.

"Four" Alarissa looks around to see who wins.

Quiet, a Valardin champion, Aioni, a regal snowy white owl arrive, following Katarina.

Isabeau has joined the Honor Table.

Aislin raises her hand towards Alarissa. "Four is my number," she calls out.

Fortunato lowers his parchment, a chaos of gray lines that approximate, in wild cluster, the shape of a dog. His scant height makes him . . . rather easy to overshadow. "Seraph Ailith," he says. "A pleasure, always. I see you've come in aeterna. A good choice." His glance saccades toward Aislin. "I see the Lady Aislin has the first draw. Have the two of you met?"

Valencia arrives late, perhaps a little more than fashionably late, but nevertheless she arrives. Elegant as ever, the little Northern fox steps into the room and scans the crowd, a radiant and enchanted smile on her lips as she takes in the scene. The room swirls with activity as she moves into the center of the storm with a swirl of snow kissed silks.

Dafne bites back a smile at Denica. "Certainly," she says. "But perhaps we should save it for later. Theatricals are best appreciated after dinner, or so I am told." She applauds lightly for Aislin's draw win.

Fridrik, a small White Fox arrives, following Charlaine.

Skye claps when Lady Aislin wins the first drawing. She looks over at Edward and tells him, "Oh the Menagerie is very nice." She smiles over at her friend, "She's very lucky."

Katarina has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Katarina makes a quiet entry into the immaculently arranged Vow, the briefest of glances cast over many of the familiar faces before she's inching her way toward a table with Quiet dutifully no more than few steps behind the girl.

The Lady Monique passes by Khanne at first, and she pauses to smile on the woman, dipping her fiery head. "Thank you, my lady. I do hope the souvenir shines brightly for you." She bends to murmur something, and then straightens, encountering Abbas Thrax. She has a quiet word for him to, smiling all the while, knowing eyes are on them all.

Sasha smiles as she quietly listens to the numbers being calls out as she is cuddled close to Estaban at one of the tables.

Alarissa looks over as Aislin is the owner of the winning votive - the numbers underneath the votive - and she gesture to the plush on the table, that unicorn. "Congratulations Lady Aislin! A unique experience!" There's a wave of her hand, bending her fingers to Alis before speaking up again. "And now, dancing, drinking and merriment, and when it is time for the next round, I will be sure to speak even louder!"

Ailith clasps her hand behind her back, habitual more of a soldier. Mirthful gleams alight her face when noticing what's sketched. "Why that subject and not of," she leans down to whisper and motions toward the center of the room. "And this? Whisper Saedrus has been a savior -- he oversaw the construction. But between you and me," she murmurs quietly and abruptly laughs aloud. Her eyes pass toward when Fortunato points. "Hmm. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting Lady Aislin."

Valencia has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Eirene laughs and claps loudly. "See , you won after all. If not the Steelsilk," the medic says with a grin. And then her favorite pastime of drinking is called and she claps even harder. Light glimmers from the mirrored ring the Lycene woman wears.

Caras sits stiffly with Reigna and Kael, but not because of the company, because he's wearing what looks like a tiny lighthouse on either shoulder. He nods to Valencia as she joins them. "Princess Velenosa."

    "Very true," Denica returns to Dafne with a crook of her eyebrows and a grin. "For later. Or, another day. Let me have a chance to look up the story myself and ingest it as throughly as you have." An idea brightens her gaze. "Perhaps concoct some kind of thing -" she gestures with her glass "- that would make the spill of blood a little more dramatic." She drapes herself into a chair and sighs, sipping from her goblet. Watching people pass.

Aiden lifts his hand up toward Alarissa for the announcement of the prize, but otherwise continues his conversation at the table with those seated near to him. The winner makes him laugh lightly, "Congratulations! A very unique gift as well." He notes to the unicorn with a finger point from his wine bearing hand.

Alexis steps in, wearing pearlescent white silks, the cloth shimmering and golden dragons dancing on her tunic and trousers. She furrows her brow somewhat, but moves along, giving nods of greeting as she does so, moving towards the hostesses first. "Princess Alarissa. My apologies for my tardiness." Offering her a small bow. And another for Monique. "Lady Monique."

Ender, a Silver Gyrfalcon arrives, delivering a message to Alis before departing.

Ender, a Silver Gyrfalcon arrives, delivering a message to Edain before departing.

Orazio has left the Honor Table.

Abbas has left the Cavalier Table.

Abbas has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alistair gives a small brief clap as Aislin claims the first prize with the luck of the draw. His eyes are still focused on Monique for just a moment before he turns to eye some of the food or drinks. Is that cake he spots? No... just some miniature abomination of his favorite treat.

The little vixen scans the crowd, brightly smiling her hellos as she goes, easily dancing through the crowd. Her smile blossoms as she finds the Count and Countess of Keaton, Archlector Caras and Lady Desiree. "Good evening, ladies and sir. May I join you?" she asks with warm incline of head and an impish smile.

Katarina levels a curious glance upon Ender when the silver Gyrfalcon is spotted. She tucks herself deeper into her seat, eyes straying briefly toward the door as though on the look out.

Valencia claimes this

"So I did," Aislin remarks brightly to Eirene, as she moves to collect the unicorn -- though she gazes at it as if not quite certain what to do with it; griffons are perhaps more the Ashford's style, when it comes to mythical creatures.

Abbas has some words and then seems finished with his conversation. The Warlord of Thrax makes his back to where he came from. He settles down, wine in hand, and he drinks while watching. He looks painfully laid back and relaxed.

Monique waves to Alexis, shaking her bright head. "Not at all, Dame Alexis! Welcome!" She turns back to Khanne and Abbas, until the latter moves off.

Aislin picks up Menagerie Plush Series - Rare Unicorn.

Orazio rises, with a bow, from the Honor Table, and he moves through the crowd, smiling and nodding at those he knows - and those he doesn't know, for that matter, making his way over towards Eirene's table. Once there, he bows. "Lady Aislin, congratulations on your win. Lady Eirene, you look...magnificent, if I may say so."

"Sometimes, Seraph Ailith, it is just a dog sort of day regardless of whatever else may be before you," Fortunato threads light-toned as he angles himself toward Ailith and, past her, Aislin. "I think you will find the Lady Aislin an interesting conversational partner. She is quite adventurous and quite the adventurous storyteller, hm? Or, hm, the Lady Eirene, also in that direction. A healer with few peers and a colorful way of speaking. A wealth of people to meet, if you'd like to."

"Congratulations, Aislin," Khanne says with a smile towards her. "I hope that you enjoy the experience."

1 Grimhall House Guards arrives, following Melinda.

Nightshade, a tiny black kitten have been dismissed.

3 Rubino and Zaffria guards have been dismissed.

Ariadne have been dismissed.

Penelope have been dismissed.

Skye has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Fergus has left the Cavalier Table.

Edward has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Melinda was fashionably late! Wearing bright white silk of an amazing shimmer and quality. She checks her hat and takes a breath as she pauses to see who is here and where people are at.

Rising from the table, Edward smiles as he holds out his arm to the Lady with him and then he begins to mingle through the crowd. They pass through with him smiling or waving to those he might know as he makes his way over to Alarissa to say something softly to her before they slip away and go to depart.

"That's a mighty fine compliment, Archlector," Eirene replies to Orazio, wriggling a strip of her skirt at him with a laugh. "I'm a noble proper lady I am. And I am trying not to use language that likely has never profaned these halls," she adds with a wink. "I need more than red silk to wear to events so I had this whipped up. Isn't this a beautiful setting? Like summer on the Saiklands almost." Did she hear her name? She glances vaguely at Fortunato's general direction.

Ailith needn't lean or rise to tiptoes to see over the crowd. "Lady Eirene? I did have a few questions of her." What is heard between them causes another chuckle. "I will always be that. I'll leave you to those hounds."

Aislin has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Skye leaves, following Edward.

Aislin offers a nod of thanks to first Orazio and then Khanne, as she makes her way back into the audience proper. The adventurer looks around for a table that still has seats available, then settles in near Khanne. The plush unicorn is placed on the table beside her.

The music plays on, the dancing begun. Every so often, the lights dim once more, the "stars" above shining brighter and brighter.

"It's gorgeous," Orazio agrees, with a laugh. "And the hall is nice, too, of course. I just thought that I might come by and avoid the stampede of compliments and entirely honorable propositions." And then the Legate, himself, winks.

Estaban gets up from his table smiling to Sasha as he pats her arm and heads for the Honor table, "Your Majesty, Your Grace Prince Edaine, your Grace Highlord Victus,Prince Aiden and Princess Isabeau." He gives each a respected bow, "It is good to see you all." he looks to Aiden, "Prince Aiden, would you care to come join myself and Princess Sasha for some drinks?

Harald has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Khanne smiles at Aislin as she sits beside her. "Good evening, Lady Aislin. We see each other in the crowds all the time, but still have yet to make time for that visit we were to have. Have you been well?"

Ian has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alarissa is depating her table again, Victus with her and toward the center, where dancing can and is likley to take place, murmurs to him as they go and music starts to change to something slow at least. Others can join too.

Fergus has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Marian arrives late to the party, having to circle back to her manor to retrieve some gloves and then making her way into beautiful venue. She's a little distracted at the moment because she's surveying the crowd, trying to locate her husband who she's left waiting for the last hour. She does spot Princess Alarissa and makes her way over to her before she gets on the dance floor, "Princess Alarissa, I am so sorry for being late." She gives a curtesy to Alaric, Aiden, Victus, Edain and Isabeau, "I don't suppose you've happen to see Prince Fergus?"

Fashionably late, yet not very fashionable. Dante come casually striding into the hall, glancing casually about at those who he might recognize. Dante, in the least is clad in white enamelled armor.

Alarissa has left the Honor Table.

Eirene takes a long drink before leaning in to Orazio and muttering something with a grim scowl. She eyes the dance floor with dismay as the atmosphere goes 'romantic?. She give him a 'no' in reply.

Aislin murmurs something quietly to Orazio, before turning her attention back to Khanne. "Well enough," she remarks. "It's been a busy few weeks, and I've had a few matters to deal with." She lowers her voice to speak at the table more softly.

Isabeau's attention to the conversation at the table drifts when she is addressed by name and she offers Esteban some of her smile and a nod before she makes a subtle gesture with the pinkie belonging to the hand yet holding her champagne glass that idicates the general direction in which a wild Fergus might be found.

Aiden looks up from where he had quietly sat listening to the conversation of those at the table with him, his own participation sparse. His eyes look up at the greeting from Lord Saik and the subsequent request to join him for a drink. "Would I!" Maybe with too much enthusiasm, all this posturing is evidently done with! Aiden shoves up from the table and bows his head to his cousin, "Majesty, it's been a pleasure dinning with you tonight." But then the young man is taking his opportunity to run off from having to be all .. political and stuff. Because drinks. Aiden shakes his head to Marian on the way by, with a slight note, "He was here earlier." But that's all and he's walking to Estaban, "So what are we drinking?"

Aiden has left the Honor Table.

Ailith strides away from Fortunato, smiles dawned when approaching one of the tables. Though noticing the winked exchange between Orazio and Eirene halts her steps. Wrinkling her nose, she clears her throat lightly and greets. "Legate Orazio. And Lady Eirene. Well met."

Isabeau has left the Honor Table.

Fergus gets up to move tables, this time joining the empty one that Eirene is sitting at. "Mal. Didn't even say hi. So fuck you too." he grunts, dropping into a seat next to her.

Isabeau has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Melinda has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Aiden has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Victus joins Alarissa at the arm as the two of them move toward the center of the dance floor. The High Lord, again, looked profoundly uncomfortable with where he was. But not so much as to seem entirely out of place. Just one large man in white, escorting another woman with white as well. He seemed keen on allowing her to lead him along with a small smirk. A ghost of one even, its genuineness in question as he takes her hand.

he tonal shift of the event - oh, dancing - has Denica crinkling her nose up with disdain. "Now, our dashing anti-heroine must depart before there are expectations upon her person to be graceful." She drains her goblet of wine, grabs her cloak, and she hauls herself out of her seat. A flare of silver and black wool as she clasps the cloak around her shoulders, draws up the hood. "And she stole back into that wild, daring night."

with her greetings to the hostesses given, Alexis sketches a bow to Edain, and then moves along to give a bow to Alis and the people at her table. Offering a smile to them all. "Princess Alis, Prince Fiachra." Ah, the life of the little knights. "Princess Katarina. Duke Cristoph. Lord Gaston, Lady Shae, Lady Nicia, Lady Eirlys. Lady Caelis." Clearing her throat. "They've done beautiful things." She decides. Shooting a smile over at Victus and Alarissa. Leaning down to proffer a small apologetic whisper to Alis.

Melinda moves over to sit near Harald and she smiles softly to him. She watches others dance but she herself dose not, she idly toys with the ribbons on her dress however looking like a pristine wall flower for the moment.

Orazio chuckles at the dismayed look and 'no' from Eirene. He turns to bow to Ailith. "Seraph Ailith. I hope that you are enjoying yourself in this evening? It is a simply beautiful event, is it not?"

Alaric smiles up to Esteban and pats Aiden on the shoulder, releasing him to go have fun with his friends. "Lord Esteban, how nice to see you again. Careful with Aiden, he's had a few already," he remarks impishly. He smiles brightly to Marian over yonder, acknowleding her curtsy with a nod.

Eirene says, "Seraph. I believe you and Princess Sophie and I have much to discuss! I'm glad to finally meet you." She offers her hand in greeting. "It is gorgeous isn't it? Stars overhead and shi--- such a neat affect." She coughs and takes another drink. "Having fun?"

Estaban smiles to Alaric, "I promise to be careful your Majesty." he bows to the king again and turns to follow Aiden back to the table and plops down with a grin.

Aiden flashes a wide grin at Alaric, "He'll carry me home. Pretty sure of it!" Aiden swings his arm over Estaban's shoulder as if to demonstrate before he offers to Alaric, "Make sure you have fun too Cuz!" Quite well and parted from the table, he moves off with Estaban to find out exactly how much drinking can get done!

Marian catches her husband then at that moment and tells him, "Oh...never mind, I see him." Then gives her good byes to that table before making her way over to where Fergus is sitting with Lady Eirene. The first thing she does is apologize to her husband, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

Marian has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alistair has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Monique murmurs something final to Khanne with a genuine smile and steps away, dipping her red head, and returning to the fray.

Estaban grins and laughs at Aiden nudging him a bit shaking his head back nd forth as someting said.

And dancing starts. Alarissa is indeed leading the man who's significantly taller than her and slowly they wind around the dance floor under those branches and the flowers, others urged to join others on the floor or mingle.

Ailith returns the bow. "Breathtaking." A murmur, then she steps in closer to converse and hear Orazio and Eirene better. "And quite a lot, in fact. It wouldn't make decent table conversation considering the strength of some's stomachs." She chuckles. "Are you enjoying the night, too?"

Gaston returns the bow to Alexis from where he sits. "Dame Alexis. A pleasure to see you, as always," the large man rumbles, deep voice easily carrying. "I need to speak to you actually at some point, but it can obviously wait until a later date. Enjoy the party!"

Alis rests a hand lightly on Alexis' arm, and leans over to murmur towards her. "You do look fabulous. I wish we had a chair left here at the table so you could sit on the other side of me. Is there anything I can do for you, until your escort arrives?" she wonders, simply looking proud of the other woman.

Eirene eyes the Redrain and flips him off casually. "I haven't said hi to anybody but these two," she says of the Seraph and Legate. Marian is also given a nod and a less rude wave of the hand. "You two enjoying the 'summer night?'

"Dame Alexis, a good evening to you." is offered by Fiachra when the Wyrmguard knight greets those at the table.

As Alexis says hello say nods and gives her a very bright and warm smile. "Dame Alexs! It is such a pleasure to see you!" And then not too long after that she is just about leaping out of her chair with a happy excited squee, wobbling a bit unsteadily as she hugs Princess Katarina. All bubbly and thankful for something.

"Dame Alexis, it is good to see you again. I hope the whiskey that I sent was good?" She offers with a smile.

Caelis smiles and greets Alexis in return before watching Orazio and Eirene for a moment, amused at Eirene's dislike for the setting. She glances back to her table and away again catching some motion.

Alistair takes a seat at one of the empty tables, perhaps cognizent that his dour expression really brings down all aprties. He quarantines himself as he speaks quietly with one of his Confessors.

Fergus shakes his head at Marian when she arrives. "You had..." he pauses to eyeball somebody in particular within the crowd, which he then eyerolls. "...family issues. Though I guess it's not enough of family issues that it doesn't allow fucking hobknobing." He pats the chair on the other side of him, giving Eirene a friendly shove. "Fuck you too, Mal. We never got to have that drink-off. Got me all excited and then you bail on my ass. I'd be insulted. Should be, at least."

Alaric has left the Honor Table.

Alaric has joined the Main Floor.

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Orazio raises an eyebrow at Eirene's expressive gesture, and raises a hand to cover what is surely just a cough. Not a smile. Just a cough. But as Fergus comes in, his expression goes more stern. He bows to the little gathering. "I think I shall say hello to a few others. Good evening to you all." A nod to Fergus, and a sympathetic smile at Ailith, before he starts meandering away through the crowd.

Gawain isn't late! No. Not at all. The Chevalle Cavalier slips in, doing his best to not be noticed that he's.. late.

Alaric gets up from the Honor Table with a nod for the High Lords and approaches the dance floor on an intercept course with Monique, extending a hand invitingly. "Might I have the honor of the next dance?" he asks gallantly.

Orazio has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Monique watches Alaric's approach, all smiles. "Your Highness. It's like you've read my mind." She places her hand in his, allowing the King to lead them both to the floor. Maybe tugging him just a little. She leans up to murmur something quiet, a sly grin on her lips.

"It was delightful, my lady," Alexis assures Eirlys with a bright smile. And, at something Alis tells her, the young knight bobs her head eagerly, her cheeks pinking only a little. "That sounds great. Thank you." She exhales softly, giving a few bobs of her head at those greeting her. "I should go say hello to other people I know. And maybe meet new people." She concludes. The King inviting Monique to dance earning a small smile of its own. "I'll try to return though."

Caras stands up. "I've not forgotten how. One thing noble or common share, is dancing." He offers his hand to his cousin to escort her to the dance floor.

Ailith broadly smiles, relieved. "There is another matter I wish to ask you. Mind if I take a seat?" she asks of Eirene.

Khanne speaks with Aislin at the table they now share, though she occasionally nods to someone as they catch her attention or pass the table. She waves to Fergus and Marian before turning back to Aislin.

Desiree stands from where she's sitting and takes her cousin's hand when he offers it.

Eirene glances around as she takes another drink, looking increasingly uneasy as she grumbles to Marian and Fergus. "Please do, Seraph. If the Prince doesn't mind?" Said with a gesture of her glass at Fergus.

Alis looks pleased with herself, then. And gives Alexis a nod. "Enjoy yourself!" Before she goes back to some table chattering.

Dante cannot help but to take note of the King at the party, the Sword watches the King move through the crowd to the dance floor, a smile crossing his handsome features at the sight. Dante moves to find a servant with something to drink, taking the first offered glass and bringing it to his lips, standing and watching those moving out onto the dance floor.

There isn't a single bit of hesitance on Alaric's part to engage Monique in quiet, usually grinning conversation while he leads her about the floor in a dance possibly selected for maximizing their mutual invasion of each other's personal space.

Marian motions for Ailith to join their table, showing that she doesn't mind the interruption. She looks mildly annoyed but orders some tea to settle her nerves from a passing server.

Ailith has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Valencia looks back to the table and nods warmly. "Right then. I shall return once drinks are procured, I promise," she smiles again, moving into the crowd with agile grace, sharing little smiles and words of welcome as she goes.

Valencia has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Caras has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Eirene makes a motion to the dancing King, gesturing with her drink and looking oddly amused. She glances at the folks not dancing and grimaces to herself at some silent thought.

Fortunato remains near the wall, adding details to his messy doggy sketch. And, well, clearly not dancing.

Desiree has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

But it's time, it would seem, to annouce the second gift of the evening if the approach of the servant is anything and a gesture for Victus to join her if he wants or to mosey back to the table is offered as Alarissa moves once again to that big fish bowl and starts to fish around for a piece of parchment.

"Time again, hold your breath and count to three, as House Blanchard's finest warhorses- Oh look, there's the Blanchard in question and Alarissa gesture to Gawain. "Represented by the esteemed Lord Gawain Balnchard and picked out by him, is up for grabs." Alarissa smiles at Gawain before looking to the number in her hand.

"Number 30, is the lucky guest."

Monique doesn't have any trouble keeping up with the King, especially given how close their quarters are. Her own smile doesn't falter for a moment, and she trills a laugh at whatever he just said, letting her head fall back, crimson against stark white.

Edain has left the Honor Table.

Aiden looks down at his ticket, turns a look toward the drawning, and then heaves out a disappointed breath, "27. So close..." Silver eyes will watch for the lucky guest who wins the warhorse!

Edain finishes his win and gets up from the Honor Table so he can mingle a bit. He bows his head to the guests still lingering there as he makes his way into the room to greet various people.

Victus seems content to stay tethered to Alarissa for the moment, he leaves a hand upon her shoulder as if the first moment she breaks away he'd be at a horrible disadvantage. Though to be fair, it wouldn't be too far from the truth. "Well damn, 31 and so close." He muses.

Ian puts something that looks suspiciously like a votive in the center of the table he's sitting at.

Marian pauses in her conversation to look around and see who won the warhorse. It's clearly not her because she's a bit disappointed when her number isn't called.

Desiree pauses as the ticket is announced. "I've always wanted a horse." She shakes her head as the number is announced but then looks around eagerly to see who the winner is.

Valencia glances over at the votive and then at Lord Ian for a moment, her eyebrow raises a touch.

Kael slowly rises from the table, his hand already joined with his wife's. He draws back and, of course, is helping her rise to her feet so that he might formally offer his arm. His head cants toward the dance floor a bit ruefully, hint of a grin worn.

Caras hesitates to take Desiree onto the dance floor, looking around to see who must have won the horse.

Reigna watches Alarissa as the number is called and she doesn't look a bit disappointed, though she does scan the crowd curiously.

Eirene says, "18." She glances at Gawain when he's announced and lifts her glass in tribute. "Horses ain't cheap. Nice donation. Shame I don't have 30."

Alexis sketches a small bow to Desiree, and offers a smile of greeting to her liege lady. Moving along, checking her own ticket, shaking her head, but giving Gawain a smile and an appreciative clap of her hands for his donation. Then she pauses briefly as she spots a southern princess on the prowl for drinks. "Princess Valencia, well met." Another bow - she might wear herself out by the evening's end. "I'm neither charming royal nor high lord, but if it pleases, your highness, I should like to offer you a dance."

Kael has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Reigna has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Fergus shrugs. "29. I think." A drink from his flask. "Better off not me getting it. It'd be a waste on me. I can't ride to save my fucking life."

Wouldn't it be funny if Gawain won his own horse? He didn't though, and the knight bows graciously when Alarissa points him out.

Reigna takes Kael's arm, and snuggles in close to him once she's on her feet. Her gown swishes playfully around her legs as she moves, the light gleaming off the opals set within her hair, casting bursts of color here and there. She moves slowly towards the dancefloor at Kael's side.

Melinda looks to hers and shakes her head, "not mine." she says before she giggles as she looks to Ian, "Here it is!" she raises Ian's hand for him!"

Ian plants a hand on the table and pushes himself to his feet. He doesn't look particularly excited about putting the votive back in his pocket. He'll try to get Victus' attention.

Glancing over to Eirene, Caelis beams. "Seventeen! We're so close we could be related!" She lets that terrible joke settle and reaches for her glass for a slow sip. There's a look about, sadly, no Calypso to share in her dreadful jokes.

Ian WAS getting up. Then his hand was raised. He gives Melinda a flat look.

Orazio looks over that way on hearing Ian's name called. He smiles at the lord, and raises his glass in salute.

Meeka arrives, delivering a message to Orazio before departing.

Alarissa looks to Victus, a pat to his s houlder when he mopes about the number not being his. She looks like she might dip her hand into the bowl when Melinda's raising Ian's hand and Alarissa looks to him, as if it confirm that indeed, it is him.

Dante glances down at the number he had been given upon entering. "I almost got excited." Finishing off the wine he had managed to procure. "I might need to talk to someone about getting a horse." He looks to see who had donated said horse.

Khanne looks up and about the party, wondering who the winner is. Wasn't her. But then, Melinda raises Ian's hand and she smiles, applauding for the man.

The long-suffering look on Ian's face is all the confirmation anyone needs. He's still trying to catch Victus' eye.

Melinda giggles and then as eyes turn onto Ian she nods her head to Harald. "I would like that". She says, as the light catches her dress and the pearls that decor the fine silk. The lady of Grimhall turns to grip her fathers arm, "now?"

Soot, a gray foxhound puppy arrives, following Petal.

Abbas claps for Ian and his newly won prize horse. He gets a smirk on his face.

Desiree smiles as she looks Ian's way. "That's so exciting!" She turns back to Caras now that she's seen the winner. "Shall we have that dance then?"

Aioni uplifts from his regal perch upon Quiet's shoulder to take flight, his path Legate Orazio's shoulder, if the little owl can make it. Katarina looks horrified, pressing her mouth into a faint line of poorly hidden amusement.

Victus narrows his gaze toward Ian with a helpless shrug. Eventually however he seems to take the hint, setting down to him and quirking his brow. "You tryin' to give that thing to me 'cause you got no working legs?" As straight to the point as he can get.

Orazio checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 0 higher.

Ian passes the hot potato to Victus. By force, if need be. "I'm trying to give it to you because I'm a sailor." Then he raises his voice: "High Lord Victus has number 30!"

Isabeau has inclined her head toward Prince Abbas, but perhaps only so that she might be able to give Ian some serious side eye as he looks to wordlessly claim his prize. Melinda, however, is silently praised with a widening smile.

"So it would seem, that the Lord Ian Kennex has won the horse." Alarissa looks to Victus. There is a clap of her hands and then places that number to the side. "I am sure that he will enjoy it.Return to your revelry, the Lady Greenmarch I am sure, will be soon making her way for announcements." ANd then she's offering her arm to Victus, murmuring as she starts to guide him toward a table.

Petal arrives late to the party while adorned in a white woolen dress that is perfectly crafted. Her soft chestnut locks reach to her waist. Her cheeks are pink and she seems shy about being here. The Abandoned seamtress was let into the room and she likely was invited. She seems quite interested in the clothing, much of which she crafted.

Orazio doesn't duck. But it is a very near thing. He twitches as the bird zooms down to his shoulder, and gives it a stern frown. "I thought that they were keeping animals out of the event?" he mutters, but curiously gently, not to disturb the owl. Or maybe not that curious, when you look at the beak on that owl. His unamused look turns to Katarina and he gestures, briefly but firmly, for her to come fetch her animal.

Soot, a gray foxhound puppy have been dismissed.

Alarissa has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

"If House Thrax wishes to donate the horse to the raffle, it could be that the proceeds are donated to the charitable cause of their choosing." Caras says. "It's not unheard of."

Spirit, the Tiny Honey Brown Fox Kit have been dismissed.

Sir Rodrick, a Valardin Knight have been dismissed.

Nightshade, a tiny black kitten have been dismissed.

Quiet, a Valardin champion have been dismissed.

Aioni, a regal snowy white owl have been dismissed.

Kael takes a deep breath, setting his shoulders back and lifting his chin as he approaches the dance floor. While he was clearly amiable at the table, the approaching floor might just be a daunting thing. Nonetheless he perseveres, looking toward those already on the floor and seeking to emulate their pose at the start of the dance.

Ugarte leaves, following Fortunato.

3 Rubino and Zaffria guards have been dismissed.

Marian claps for Ian's win and then sees the man's difficulty with accepting the prize. She smiles as the loyal vassal gives his prize to his high lord, "Well that's a way to resolve it." She seems rather happy that the animal found a home.

Caras offers Desiree his elbow to lead her to the dance floor.

Caras has joined the Main Floor.

Desiree has joined the Main Floor.

Kael has joined the Main Floor.

Victus just blinks as the ticket is shoved into his hand. "I'm a sailor too?" He asks of Ian with a flummoxed expression, just before Alarissa would start dragging him away. Though it doesn't exactly look like he's rejecting the gift, more so just... confused? "I'll... Hold onto it for you, if ya' change your mind." He says with ticket in hand before being whisked away by one of the hostesses.

Victus has left the Honor Table.

Victus has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Reigna has joined the Main Floor.

"Someone want to keep their fucking bird in check?" Fergus utters at seeing Orazio getting divebombed, then looking between Eirene and Marian and shaking his head.

Ariadne have been dismissed.

Penelope have been dismissed.

BIRD! Alistair doesn't flinch away as another 'guest' joins Orazio and the High Inquisitor, the Prodigal peering at the avian way. And then Victus and Alarissa have joined the table. Alistair bows his head to the both of them, rumbling out a simple, "Fine party..." Which is more then he says to most.

Ian really doesn't care, as long as he doesn't have to deal with it. He sits back down.

Aiden looks up at the call for birds being in check, "Who's having bird issues?" Cause you know, birdman right here, can probably help.

Katarina has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Katarina has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Petal slipped back out, maybe she got really shy or something. She returns a moment later. Her cheeks are pink and she finds a wall to lean against as she watches the party.

Something brightens in Monique's eyes as she steps back from the King, something determined. She sweeps him the most courtly of courtesies. "I ought to get back to my duties. Your Highness. You are an exceptional dancer. And the same, as a Monarch. Thank you."

Rising from her seat, Katarina leans in to press a fond kiss against Alis' cheek, leaving her with a hushed word before she's slipping off into the crowd to mingle a little while, taking it easy.

Caras is dancing with Desiree, formal, arm's length dancing. The dance allows him to sweep her around the floor, seeing everyone in the room at some point or another, and allowing everyone to see her.

Aislin has found refuge from the crowd, and murmurs quietly but in an animated fashion with Khanne.

Monique makes her way to the floor and clears her throat. "And now, I regret to inform you all," dramatic pause, proverbial drumroll,"... there has been no winner for the Cardian steelsilk gloves, and as the time alotted has passed, the contest begins anew. You may purchase raffle tickets for a chance at these magnificent gloves, and I wish you all the greatest luck!"

Orazio sighs, a long-suffering sound. But it's not the animal's fault, so he's very gentle as it is dislodged, if not by Katarina then by a hapless servant the Legate summons for the purpose. His attention turns back to the conversation at the table.

Desiree seems to enjoy the dancing. She pays little attention to everyone else and focuses on Caras and the dancing.

Valencia takes a little breath and watches the crowd, dark eyes drifting over the lovely faces, catching snippets of conversation here and there. A drink now secured, she takes a sip.

Reigna returns the formal pose to Kael, curtsying to start the dance. While the Count may be hesitant, the Countess is not and she certainly seems well versed in the steps. So what if the Countess is leading? She does it subtly enough at least until he grows more comfortable with the steps. The smile on her face says she's having a great time.

Melinda wrinklse her nose a moment then she kisses her fathers brow, "I will head back, it was nice to come out just a bit of course." she says and smiles to his own whisper

Fortunato puts his sketch away. He draws seven pieces of silver from his coin pouch and tosses each each up, catches each. Whatever accounting he's determined leads him to deposit himself, abruptly and without introduction, at Aiden's table.

Fortunato has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alaric takes Monique by the hands and brushes a kiss on the back of one smoothly before releasing her back to hostessing. It doesn't have anything to do at all with checking her for anything that used to be in his pockets, of course. "The pleasure was all mine, Monique. And thank you for putting on such an enjoyable event," the King declares regally, and turns to leave the dance floor and go track down somebody with a tray of wine goblets.

Valencia offers a smile to Lord Dante as he arrives and turns to see the lovely face of Dame Alexis. "My dearest Dame. I disagree, you are very charming and yes, I would be very happy to dance. I was about to lose all hope. You are my champion indeed," she jests gently, reaching to take her arm.

Melinda has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

1 Grimhall House Guards leaves, following Melinda.

Estaban gets up and starts to make his way over to Victus.

Eirene puts out a few coins for the raffle because why not. She glances at Dante for a moment as if considering something but then looks away, taking a long drink of her alcohol. Which she promptly refills.

Katarina has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Is Reigna leading that dance? Perhaps she is in part, but as soon as Kael is getting the hang of it, he manages to take the lead -- even if she has to correct him every so often. The Keaton appears to be able to chuckle at his own blunders, however, and in truth his wife is earning herself quite the brilliant smile. Yes, a smile. A full on smile.

Alexis straightens a little with pride, taking Valencia by the arm and guiding her to the dance floor - pausing only to stop and purchase some raffle-tickets. She keeps her tone conversational with the Lycene princess as they move, and takes the leading part of the dance, though perhaps it is a bit staid to southern tastes. Oathlands formality and all!

Caelis has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

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

Valencia smiles brightly and softly wispers back, easily following Alexis' lead with practiced grace as they elegantly move across the dance floor.

Alaric has left the Main Floor.

Alexis has joined the Main Floor.

Valencia has joined the Main Floor.

Alaric has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Reading her message, Caelis looks like she's walking and reading before crossing paths with Edain. "Your Grace. Fancy meeting you here." She offers and attempts to curtsy in her form fitting dress.

The minute Kael asserts himself, Reigna begins to follow. When Kael smiles -- really, fully smiles, the Countess appears to completely melt at the sight of it. The smile on her own face is utterly besotted, completely so as she looks up at him, ghosting backwards with each step before twirling as she is spun. There can be no question of the Reigna's feelings for Kael, despite her usual reserve, or well, shyness really, her emotions are on fine display this evening.

Caelis has joined the Main Floor.

Orazio is overheard praising Alarissa for: An amazing event, well executed.

Orazio is overheard praising Monique for: A daring game and magnificent prize.

Reigna is overheard praising Alarissa for: The most magical night ever

Edain has been milling around the Vow for awhile now. Just checking on people engaging in quick, 'Thank you for coming' or sometimes a 'I hope your are enjoying himself.' He almost doesn't see Caelis and nearly bumps into her as he encounters her near the dance floor. "Oh hello Lady Admiral." He looks to those dancing and then back to Caelis. He offers a hand to Caelis and and says, "I don't suppose you would do my the honor of an dance, and let me make up for nearly careening into you?"

Edain has joined the Main Floor.

Dafne circulates through the party, a small white-(sort of)clad moving through the crowd of other white-clad figures. She pauses to buy a couple of raffle tickets--why not?

Abbas has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Eirene yells out at Edain and Caelis. "Took you long enough to ask her to fuhhh--- bloody dance."

Marian makes sure to wave an attendent so she can buy some raffle tickets for the event. She looks very happily at her husband, "I hope I win." She sits back with her tea and has a sip as she waits for it to begin.

Estaban moves to Victus, "Your Grace Victus, if I may have a moment of your time." he stands near the tabel looking at those there nodding his head greeting them.

Alarissa looks as Estaban seems to want to squirrel Victus away and Alarissa looks to the Prince of Maelstrom as if she doesn't mind before she looks back to Alistair and Orazio, a dip of her head and starting to peel away so that she can make her gold and pearl pauldron'd self over to the clearly Thraxian table.

Alarissa has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alarissa has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Taking the offered hand, Caelis glances to Eirene and sticks out her tongue before looking up to Edain. "I can't promise I won't step on your feet." She warns and smiles. "But of course I'm honored, your Grace."

"Uh, yeah?" Victus cocks his head toward Estaban as he motions for him to follow him along to the next table over, the one containing a certain Grim Duke. Of course to also trot along with Alarissa, lest he end up losing his place mind somewhere in a sea of other nobility.

Victus has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Victus has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Estaban has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Monique has rolled 1 499-sided dice: 384

Estaban has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Aioni, a regal snowy white owl arrives, delivering a message to Harald before departing.

The raffle tickets all sold, Monique gets a bowl full of them. A very, very large bowl. Her hand dives into the bucket and swishes and swirls around and around, until finally she draws forth a ticket. "All right. The lucky winner of a pair of custom Cardian Steelsilk gloves goes to.... ticket number 384! Who's our lucky winner?"

Lou arrives late, without a husband, and not exactly in all whites. She's wearing a blue silken dress trimmed in white fur, and bears a light pink and white cloak, also lined with white fur. For the Princess who knows next to nothing about fashion, she a least tried her best. Well, mostly her best for she's wearing her typical boots, rather than slippers. And, she looks incredibly awkward and out of place. She looks like she's steeled herself before coming in, and the smile on her face seems a bit forced. Whenever a server comes by with a bit of alcohol upon their tray, she quickly snags a glass of whatever it is, it doesn't even matter the type, and starts sipping on it.

Aioni, a regal snowy white owl arrives, delivering a message to Harald before departing.

Isabeau is swift to find her feet and hold her ticket into the air as she declares, "That's me!"

Eirene didn't win. Nope. But she does call out to Alaric, "Try the green glass flutes, your majesty. I owe you one from the wedding!" She snaps at the numbers as nine match her own. "Congrats," she says for Isabeau, clapping one hand on the table.

Desiree shakes her head as she notices who the winner is. "Cousin Isabeau congratualations." She turns back to Caras. "I'm so happy for her!"

Monique is all smiles as she waves both Victus and Isabeau over, ostensibly so Isabeau can feel her prize in its raw, unmade form, that Victus is so carefully guarding. "Congratulations!"

Aiden is overheard praising Monique for: Fine handling of the raffle!

As the party winds down, Aislin seems to come near the end of her tolerance for crowds; she applauds Isabeau's victory, offers a nod to Khanne, and then moves to rise from the table. She's clearly ready to get out of the noise and press of people, and back into her familiar leather armor once more.

Alaric raises his wine glass to cheer Isabeau's gloveful future, then catches Eirene's shout and turns around towards her, pointing in the direction of the last green glass flutes he saw for confirmation and giving her a smile in apprecation. "Thank you, Eirene!" he calls back and gestures one of his guards to fetch him one before they're gone. The "I'll have what the King's having!" effect is real.

Lou's eyes light on Aislin, and she seems almost relieved to see someone she knows - and then Aislin's leaving. That deflates her a little bit. She takes another sip of her drink, and waves goodbye in Aislin's direction, before resuming gazing about the room for familiar faces.

Khanne says a few last quiet words to Aislin before the other woman rises. "Thank you for sitting with me, Lady Aislin. Hopefully we will speak again soon?"

Marian claps for Isabeau for winning the prize. She is disappointed not to win but clearly is glad to see that someone she cares for did.

Isabeau slips shy of her table to wade the crowd and receive her precious prize. She's partaken of her fair share of sparkling wine this evening and it shows in her pink cheeks and brilliant smile; she's showing pearly whites and looking every bit as pleased as possible instead of keeping her excitement reigned in for the sake of propriety. "Oh, it's //magnificent//," she croons upon receipt of the steelsilk from whichever nobleman might actually bring it by.

Alarissa rises from the table, a hand to Victu's shoulder and murmur before heading back to the front of the room, the altar and to pick up the pedigree book, a glance to Reigna and Kael, to see if they are ready.

Desiree has left the Main Floor.

Victus is happy to stand and part with those bolts of steelsilk, precious as they may be. He raises them for Isabeau to take, his duty for the night completely finished at last. He's all genuine grins once his charge is complete and just as quickly as he came, vanishes back to the same table Alarissa and his Duke are conversing at.

Aislin offers a wave to Lou as she rises from the table, but hours of crowds are past her limit; even her friend's presence isn't enough to get her to stay longer. Khanne receives a nod, and a murmured, "We should talk more later."

Monique smiles brilliantly to Isabeau. "We'll have them made into gloves for you as soon as possible. I'll speak with you personally on the morrow to get the design started. Congratulations, Your Highness."

Reigna seems to catch sight of Alarissa while speaking to Edain and Caelis and dancing with Kael. She taps her husband's arm lightly and moves with him off the floor, going to collect a book from their table and asking an attendant to bring in the gift.

Aislin has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Willen, 2 Armed Confessors leave, following Aislin.

Caras escorts his cousin from the floor, Desiree that is, not Reigna, and with stolid steps turns himself toward a table. Along the way he collects a glass of mulled cider from a porter. Naturally there are Valardin drinks at a Valardin event and some can't help how they were raised.

Caras has left the Main Floor.

Alarissa has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Reigna has left the Main Floor.

Keaton's Faithful Stalker, a juvenile bloodhound arrives, following Reigna.

Alarissa clinks a glass to gather attention, a gesture to the Keatons. "And our second to last delight for the evening. A Keaton hunting hound. With this lovely creature by your side, you'll not fail to at least bring home something for your servants to put on your table." There's a look to Reigna as she starts to fish around in the fishbowl. "Or at least it will track down your missing jewelry." Cracking a joke as she looks at the number picked.

"lucky number twelve." Looking around.

Alistair checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 5 higher.

Khanne looks at her number. "Dang.. so close. I kept saying I wanted a dog too..."

Abbas has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alaric has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alaric has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Marian has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Marian has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

For those who are paying attention, Alistair is speaking quietly with Orazio and a deep... deep... frown develops on his features. And for just a moment. Rage. The mask of emotionless passivity is quickly placed back upon his features though, the High Inquisitor turning away from the Legate to peer at Alarissa. He furrows his brow, remembering the number twelve is important. Can the Prodigal count above ten? He seems to be able to as he raises his hand slightly, "I have the number twelve..." he rumbles out.

Valencia drops Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Eirene says, "Nope!" She calls this out happily as she finishes her glass but alas, true, the attention from the King's choice has her glass stay empty. "Empty handed save a lamp." Which is now on the table as the evening stars twinkle. She stands when the King joins her and Ailith and bows slightly. "Welcome!"

Ailith rises with a bow toward the King, seating once more.

Alexis gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Marian gets A Glass Storm Lantern from Wrought Iron Display Shelf ii Please take only one Storm Lantern party favor ii.

Caras sets himself in motion again, not sitting in one place for long. He journeys over to the table dominated by members of House Thrax. "Congratulations Lord Kennex." He says to Ian, inclining his body stiffly. "Though I gather you don't consider it good luck to have been drawn?"

"It would seem that the High Inquisitor has become the lucky owner." Alarissa looks to the dog that's being brought in, the bloodhound then to the inquisitor. "He should be very helpful on your investigations." Another joke. "Unless you'd wish to defer and I pick another number?" It's a dog after all, it should go to someone who'd enjoy it and she doesn't want to force it on the man.

Ian looks up at Caras, and there's, just for a second, a wavering in his calm, because... lantern shoulder pads?! He blinks a couple of times. "Not at all. I consider it very good luck to be able to contribute in some small way to High Lord Victus' riding lessons."

"I think the High Inquisitor could use such an adorable compatriot," Orazio puts in, with a quick grin at the Prodigal. "Look at that face. You can't turn that away."

Kael guides his wife off of the dance floor -- of she guides him, one or the other. An attendant comes with the juvenile Keaton bloodhound, and she appears to be well behaved in the mass throes of the festivity. She heels without delay and defaults to sitting down at his wife's side as she is drawing the number. When it is announced, and there is the response from Alistair, his eyes are moving toward the other man. He inclines his head toward him and, offering his wife his arm once more, waits to see if the prize is accepted. Evidently the pair are going to personally escort the canine over in case it is.

Aiden checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 1 lower.

Alistair peers at the creature. "How well trained is the dog?" Alistair questions, pragmatic as ever. "I've already trained a Mouse. I do not know if I have the time for a dog." He reveals. Anyone who looks oddly at the revelation will likely be hauled off to the Panopticon. Or have all their cheese eaten.

With her table companion gone, Khanne sits back quietly now, watching the activities with a small grin set upon her lips, though, she seems rather distracted now. Her eyes shift between the various people who remain, catching snippets of conversation here, and there, though she doesn't seem to want to interrupt or impose on anyone.. or perhaps, she simply doesn't wish to move from her spot and potentially dirty the snow white gown she wears.

Reigna takes Kael's arm and a large book from the table, the leather cover dyed a rich green with black lettering. "Congratulations, High Inquisitor. This is Keaton's Faithful Stalker. She's been trained by some of the best huntsmen in Oakhaven. She's still young and you'll want to come to Keaton Hall to learn how best to communicate with her and customize your commands. But she is a good pup and I've grown fond of her since her arrival. She will be a boon companion." The book is handed over, as Reigna says, "This is her history and her lineage. It's a proud one!"

Monique slips into the crowd of tables, her glass girdle making her easy to spot amongst the crowd -- if her fiery hair hadn't already.

Estaban has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

"Riding is an expensive hobby, but not as difficult to learn as it looks Your Grace." Caras assures Victus. "I wish you the best at it."

Valencia smiles sweetly as the hound is presented. "It is a very lucking thing for all these wonderful winners. The prizing is so elegant and so very decadent," the little princess offers as she watches the final exchange. "Certainly this must the best event of the season so far. So many happy faces, or mostly."

Estaban has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Victus approached Monique from the side after having gotten out of the way of his own party table. "'Ay, Red." He calls as he extends his hand. "

Orazio drinks from his glass and watches Alistair and Reigna with amusement. "A dog is more useful than a mouse," he points out. "And a bloodhound? That could easily be an Inquisitor's best friend."

Alexis guides Valencia from the dance floor. "Very much so. Air, your highness? If only for a moment?" She inquires, gesturing towards the exit. "We can walk a little at the grounds. If you wish, I can show you the Gauntlet by the Telmar Tower."

Ian bows his head respectfully to Victus when he gets up. He says something to Harald.

The High Inquisitor turns to regard Reigna, completely silent as she tells of the beast's great lineage and training. Truly a commentary on the times when Reigna is telling all this to a man who looks like he walked out of the wild Grey Forest only a few months ago. He glances once more at the dog, nodding his head, "Then we will see what the bloodhound can offer to the Inquisition. I thank you for the gift." He remarks to Reigna and Alarissa both.

When it seems that Alistair is going to accept the hound, Alarissa looks to the side and the servants who seem to be waiting in the wings with trays of cups filled with a white liquid. The grass beneath, the constellations above and the smell of the flowers ad the sheer amount of white that seems to have bathed the room in a somewhat ehteral glow that makes it a summer evneing indeed, under the stars in the heart of Valardin.

"And circling servants will be bearing trays of what is likely to be construed as a jest. I was so recently told that Valardins drink milk, and only milk and there is nothing good, about milk." Now the servants start to circle. "So I have worked with someone who knows a thing or two, and I present to you a pairing of Valardin Milk and the finest rum that Thrax has to offer. 'A Thraxian Lullaby, to finish off the evening as we will be starting to wind down. Prince Fergus, Princess Marian, I coming to you next!" She warns.

Monique looks over to Victus' approach, and her lips quirk. "Victus. You're late." She extends her hand to him, motions her chin to the dance floor questioningly.

Eirene grimaces. Milk. With rum? Her expression instantly brightens.

"Ah," Alexis smiles to Valencia, taking two glasses from the servers, and offering one to the princess. "Perhaps we should try this concoction before we slip out?"

Valencia nods ands smiles "I think that might be a good idea. A bit of calm and air would be nice. Maybe I shall try my hand at running the gauntlet," the little fox grins playfully, looking down at her dress. "Annnd, then again..." The mischievous grin blossoms, "To hell with it. Let's run it."

Orazio takes one of the circling cups, seeking out one that's dusted with cinnamon. He also offers one to Alistair, if the High Inquisitor doesn't take one for himself. "Shall we toast, High Inquisitor?" he offers, with a warm smile.

Marian salutes Alarissa from where she is sitting to let her know that she'll wait. She does not take the offered drink that's offered at the end, giving her husband two drinks of the Thraxian drink.

Alarissa has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Ian gives Harald a quick, dry smile for something the duke says. And then here's milk, and he looks oddly unsurprised to see it. Almost like he knew this was coming.

Caras continues on to Orazio's table and pulls out a chair for himself. Sitting comfortably with the Legate.

Caras has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

When a server comes by her table, Khanne gladly takes a glass of this new concoction. It's booze. She takes it in her hand, swirling the contents and looking into them a bit before she sniffs it then takes a small sip. She shrugs, murmuring, "it's not whiskey.. but it is rum, which is my second favorite..." then continues to drink.

Valencia has left the Main Floor.

Alistair stares at the dog, waiting for the the creature to start barking madly, peeing everywhere and running off to destroy furniture. When that does not happen the man turns to regard Orazio. "Milk and rum. And I'm the one that is suppose to be the barbarian." he rumbles out as he eyes the odd mixture of liquid.

Reigna has joined the Main Floor.

Alexis gives the hostesses a final bow, and downs her glass quickly, considering the taste, before escorting Valencia out

Alexis has left the Main Floor.

Lou easily finishes off her drink. She came, she saw, she drank. But, without a husband, and with so many people there, her nerve and resolve breaks down, and so she slips back through the doors.

Kael regards the exchange in silence, nodding as the hound's ownership is transferred and waits his wife's return to his side. He bows his head, offering a kiss to the side of her brow before turning and moving to acquire a single glass of spiked milk. It is just held in hand rather than sipped from just yet, and he regards the tables before focusing in on Khanne's table and heading that way. "May we join you?" he asks.

Eirene savors the odd concoction as only a high functioning alcoholic can. Her blue eyes close and she waves the King and Seraph off to go dance. "Can't stop you even if I said no exerting yourself, Your Majesty," she says with a laugh.

Thraxian drink? Eh, whatever, booze is booze, no matter the origin. Fergus will take it when Marian offers it to him, tipping it back. "You're still not drinking, darlin."

Edain smiles proudly as the party seems to be going so well. As the final toast seems to taking place the Prince fades back into the backround and eventually slips out the door.

Khanne looks up when Kael approaches. She nods, gesturing to the available seats. "Of course. Please. Um.. I don't think we met. Lady Khanne Halfshav."

Edain has left the Main Floor.

Isabeau has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Victus takes Monique's hand with a ghost of a grin playing upon his lips, letting her take the lead as the two move to the center. "Lead me or Mangata help us both, I will absoluely tripa ll over you." He muses to her.

"No love...my stomach is still unsettled," Marian admits to her husband. When Alarissa moves to kiss her cheek, she leans in for the brush, "I am sorry for being late again but it was a lovely party." It's clear that Marian had a good time. She waves to Alaric and the Seraph as they move off to dance.

Aiden's still at the table with his cousin and the Grayhope, rejoined by Lord Saik - of which seems to be the butt end of a joke because the way inflection is made and the subsequent laughter of the Grayson.

Abbas has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

6 Thrax Guards leaves, following Abbas.

Abbas leaves, following Isabeau.

At the mention of rum, Caelis mysteriously vanishes. Not even a sea pun dropped.

Caelis has left the Main Floor.

Kael draws out a chair for his wife, waiting for her to be seated before taking a seat himself. "We have not," he remarks, inclining his head toward her. "Count Kael Keaton and Countess Reign Keaton. A pleasure." Once he's settled, he leans in and starts to converse more quietly.

Kael has left the Main Floor.

Kael has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Ailith has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Ailith has joined the Main Floor.

Aiden checked perception at difficulty 15, rolling 2 lower.

Reigna has left the Main Floor.

Reigna has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Monique joins Victus on the floor, laughter in her eyes, but her step is undaunted by his words. "I've not been caught yet. I think you'd have to be truly exceptional to manage it." She leans up and the next words are whispered.

Reigna takes the chair offered by her husband, though she glances back towards Alistair and the bloodhound, as if experiencing a touch of separation anxiety. It's only a brief thing before she offers Khanne a bright smile, "A pleasure to meet you my Lady."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both, Count Kael and Countess Reign. Keaton was the house the prize of the dog came from, yeah?" She lifts the glass of milk to her lips, taking another sip, her eyes glancing at the table where Aiden laughs, but is soon back on her own, new guests.

Alaric has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alaric has joined the Main Floor.

Alarissa has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alarissa has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Monique has joined the Main Floor.

Victus has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Victus has joined the Main Floor.

Marian has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Fiachra has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alis has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alis leaves, following Fiachra.

Cristoph has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Nicia has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Nicia leaves, following Cristoph.

Alarissa is overheard praising Monique for: For being a great co-host

Estaban seems to turn a bit pink at something that is said at his table but grins.

Alarissa is overheard praising Kael for: For the dogs!

Alarissa is overheard praising Reigna for: For the dogs!

Alarissa is overheard praising Aiden for: For themenagerie experience

Fergus has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Marian leaves, following Fergus.

Monique is overheard praising Alarissa for: Co-hostess with the mostest!

Alarissa has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alarissa has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Eirlys has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Kael is overheard praising Monique for: Social event of the year!

Aioni, a regal snowy white owl arrives, delivering a message to Orazio before departing.

Eirene has no remaining table mates. She looks around as if seeking an excuse to stay, and it isn't the dance floor.

Sasha is overheard praising Alarissa for: Wonderful Party!

Sasha is overheard praising Monique for: Wonderful Party!

Shae has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Gaston has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Dafne finishes her drink and quietly slips out.

Ailith recites quietly to herself a mantra of beginner formal dancing steps when crossing the room from table to dance floor. Her movements are steady, but with the fluidity of a soldier than noblewoman. "Truthfully?" she asks, breaking from her mutterings. "There's little in my experience that can compare to festivities like this. I spent half the evening staring at the tree, wondering how far I could climb it, and just stare in wonderment or leap off it into a pile of leaves." Shoulders shrug. "The other spent remembering cold nights standing guard, laughing, drinking, and doing jigs with the soldiers. Neither of those would be great table conversation. I'm certain your conversations were more enlightening than what one wore to the last dance."

Monique continues to dance with Victus, and no toes are broken yet. Yet.

Reigna has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Keaton's Faithful Stalker, a juvenile bloodhound leaves, following Reigna.

Reigna has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

As Monique and Victus swing by Alaric and Ailith, Monique uses a free hand to wave a scrap of paper at the King, laughter in her eyes, alongside She turns back to murmur to Victus.

Eirene stands, smoothing the strips of her silken skirt back into place. She raises a hand in greeting to the Thraxian table and then mulls her options. Leaving or more milky rum?..

Alistair rises from his seat to tower over the dog he has won, peering down at the creature as he makes a sound, "Up." the beast rising from its seated positioned and showing its well trained attitude as it readies to follow the Inquisitor. He gives a nod and a bow to those he was sitting with. He stops over by the hosts of the party, giving a bow to Alarissa and Monique, giving them both thanks for the evening, the food, drinks and the prize he has won. Finally he returns the white cloak to the house servants, thankfully not stained with any milk rum or wine. Then he departs with the new Inquisitor in tow, tail wagging eagerly. Dogs can hunt demons, right?

Harald sits back in his chair, cup in hand raised in return to Eirene, before the Grim Duke draws a long drink.

Ian is investigating the boozy milk drink, possibly trying to decide if he likes it. He's not too squeamish to try it at least.

Alarissa has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alaric smiles crookedly at Monique and shrugs lightly on his next pass, as if he's got no idea where that scrap of paper possibly could have come from.

Alarissa has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Eirene has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Aiden checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 10 lower.

Alistair has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Orazio rises, as well. He smiles at Caras. "It was good to see you, Blessed Caras. But these old bones grow weary, so I think I will make my way back to the Rectory. Stay, enjoy the fruits of the best of civilization," he offers, only half playfully. With that, the Legate starts to make his way out, stopping only to nod his parting to a couple of others, notably Ian.

Eirene makes her way towards Harald and the others, grabbing another drink on her way. The skirts swish as she stalks along, not drunk ending to wobble. She raises the cup in glance. " Never knew milk was so good." Razi is given a wriggle of fingers goodbye.

Orazio has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Caras stands when Orazio departs, finishing his mug of mulled cider in thoughtful sips.

Aiden checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

Some may note that the Grayson Prince wobbles from his table and leans on Lord Saik quite a lot when he stands. Aiden will be helped out by the Lord Saik, hooking his arm around Estaban and grinning loosely over to Sasha, giving a large wave to Fortunate, "Byyyyye!" And then he starts to sing a bawdy song better served in a tavern along the pier than in a party with his PEERs. Oh well, such is the way of young men.

Harald rumbles a greeting of, "Highness," to Alarissa once again. "That would push good fortune a step too far," he notes without ire. An eye turned back to Eirene with the steady greeting of, "Death Guard. You just don't look right without bloody hands."

Fortunato waggles a wave back at Aiden, then takes his leave.

Fortunato has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Eirene checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 7 lower.

Eirene knows the song. A more colorful off key version of the song. She laughs and joins in, badly. Very badly.

Aioni, a regal snowy white owl arrives, delivering a message to Victus before departing.

Aiden points toward Eirene and makes a solid good cheerful pump of his fist when she joins in. Might be a little whoot and hollar in there as he carries the tune... Quick Lord Saik, get him outside! At least his voice wasn't terrible. Just drunk.

Aiden has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Estaban smiles and nods to everyone as he leaves and oh Eirene! don't encurage him! his steps pick up as he quickly gets the three of them out the door.

Estaban has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Sasha has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

1 Grayson Guardsmen leaves, following Aiden.

Sasha, Aiden leave, following Estaban.

Caras stands up from his table again. He heads in the hostess' direction, intending to thank her probably, for her invitation.

"I threw some red in," Eirene says of her girly dress. Lycene styled exposure of skin and a veil for more style than modesty. "I'm honestly happy there is no blood. It's a bitch for the servants to get out of white." Says the woman always in black.

"Best not be a servant, then," Harald deadpans in return. You know, in case she was considering it. Turning aside, he gives a quiet answer to Alarissa, nodding once.

Khanne has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Eirene says, "I'm a soldier." She sniggers because save the silvery-white scars visible on her exposed skin, there's little to speak to it outside calloused hands. "We take orders of another kind. As you know, of course."

Caras approaches Alarissa and inclines his head. He probably shouldn't bow in the outfit he is wearing. "Thank you for the light in the winter's darkness. I feel uplifted your highness." A younger him would probably be speechless at such an event.

Ian casually moves his head to one side to dodge a Caras lantern.

Alarissa looks to Caras as he approaches the table, rising so she can offer an embrace to the man. "Good. I am glad and my heart is lighter for it. Any time that you have need of my aid, please, do not hesitate to seek me out." Sincerity coloring her voice.

Ian switches out his half-finished boozy milk drink for the spirits he was working on before.

Harald mutters to Alarissa, before looking back to volley back at Eirene, "Aye, and if you can make scars fashionable, I'll be a stylish socialite," the old reaver snorts, dryly.

Caras nods and departs.

Caras has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Monique murmurs a final comment to Victus with a sly look and then she slips off into the crowd.

"Eh. Anyone who doesn't appreciate a good scar isn't worth our time, Duke Harald." She motions to one on her right arm. It's not as clean as the others but all her scars are almost perfectly sewn back together - done herself when she can. "Scars are stories of victories. Even if you lost the fight, you got out alive and learned from it. Cowards rarely have scars."

Another jest. "I will learn your humor yet Duke Grimhall. You are nothing like the Duke Telmar. He, doesn't joke at all." At the mention of scars, Alarissa's hand rises faintly to her neck, fingers grazing that faintest line before dropping her hand back to her tea and smiling.

Ian says something to Alarissa in a dry tone of voice between sips of his drink. He's actually working on finishing it, finally, instead of just slowly nursing it along.

Victus has left the Main Floor.

Victus has joined the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Back to the crush on the dance floor, Monique seems to be looking for someone, heading in a very specific direction, reflecting the dim, sparkling light in the room from her glass girdle.

Something intense is going on at the Keaton's table. The look that Reigna is giving Kael -- there is some intense emotion going on. Her expression is so utterly open, so frankly expressive there is a *very* good chance she has no idea she's being quite so expressive. And that emotion is a rather profound devotion to the man she's speaking with. Which thankfully s her husband, because otherwise that would be profoundly awkward.

There's a look to Victus though, laughter from that thraxian table as she regard the Prince of Maelstrom before offering him a hand. "One last turn around the floor, then perhaps Turo's springs?" His slip of tongue is ignored.

Whatever it is that is that is going on over there, it is enough to have Kael looking momentarily grim. He shakes his head, a solemn thing, firm, and he is downing the rest of that unique milk/rum hybrid. That's his second one, and he shoves the glass away before rising from his chair and offering his wife his arm. "Let us go for a stroll," he halfway suggests and halfway declares.

Ian plants his hand on the table and uses it to push himself to his feet. He nods to the people he's leaving behind, and heads off. He came, he drank, now he's going.

Ian has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Ailith has left the Main Floor.

Victus gives a nod toward her. "Aye. I'll try my best, but anymore will cost extra." He takes her hand and stands up straight, looking plenty fatigued from all the excitement tonight already.

Eirene grunts at the Grimhall in farewell and raises a hand to the Seraph again. "When we get the chance, you me and the Mother Mercy should talk. We could use you with thenSoldier,s Heart project. You'd get it, and that's what we need to help those poor bastards."

"Then we will quietly slip out, as no one else will need anything." Skip the dancing. She doesn't feel like owing more. "What say you?" Alarissa offers Victus, a glance to the remaining throng who are likely to party till god aweful hours of the morning before leaving Valardin drunk and happy.

Reigna takes Kael's arm, sliding her hand around his forearm as she gets to her feet. There is a flicker of concern at the grimness of his expression, but she nods and moves to his side. "That sounds like an excellent idea."

Ailith is clearly danced out for the evening. A motion from by the entry catches her eyes -- messenger. Since most have departed, she, too, takes the opportunity to quietly slip away.

Perhaps to put his wife at ease, Kael is leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her brow. It is a brief and fleeting thing, but he is traveling onward and guiding her to the exit. His head, of course, inclines to the pair of hosts deeply as he passes by but he does not interrupt. Keatons out.

Kael has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Reigna has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Alarissa picks up Ornate Wood Chest Carved with Dragon Scales.

"Sure, why not?" Victus shrugs, taking up a spot besides Alarissa with some exasperation between his gaze and body language.

Monique's wrist is in the King's and the two converse low, but the Minx of the Marches waves to those departing before turning back to Alaric, a piece of paper in her hand.

Alarissa has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Victus has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

Camille, Victus leave, following Alarissa.

Eirene says, "Right. I'm out. Lovely night. Lovely booze." Priorities. She makes a bow since a curtsy in her split skirts would be odder. "Majesty. Highness. Lady."

"Good night, Eirene!" the King calls out as he's apparently been roped into more dancing with Monique. Clearly he's just that good of a dance partner.

Monique waves, too, with a, "Thank you so much for coming!"

Monique gets Oceanside, a vial of sweet saltwater cologne by Mercier from a sturdy backpack dyed in crimson hues with gold trim.

Something may have sneakily just passed from Monique to Alaric, but it's very hard to tell.

Harald has left the Oak-Inlaid Table With Dragons Feet.

*incongruously

Monique places a hand on Alaric's arm, the very epitome of a Proper Arxian Lady - the gods know she's had years of practice, infiltrating their parties and robbing them blind - aside from the King's hand only moments ago on her backside. "Oh, don't you like surprises?" she says to him in return, smiling a smile that's so practiced in its earnest that it slides into cheshire mirth. She tries to take the lead once more, pulling the Monarch out a pair of side doors and into the Hall proper, practically running to expel her exuberance.

Monique has left the Main Floor.

Alaric has left the Main Floor.

10 King's Own Guardsmen, Zelda, the royal messenger leave, following Alaric.

Alaric leaves, following Monique.