The Community Hall is quaint, but very cozy. The hall has been decorated with strips of recycled cloth in a variety of hues. A group of commoners sit in the corner making a bit of music. No, they aren't full time bards, but they are having a good time! A rather long table has been set up with a plethora of simple fare. There are two large pots of fresh hot stew, loaves of fresh bread, a variety of fruit pies, and all the ale and mead a person can drink!

Space has been cleared for dancing. The music being played isn't for graceful ball-room dancing. No, it is lively and inspires people to hop and laugh and generally make a fool of themself.
Amongst the denizens that have already been gathering for the simple party is one one Raja Culler. (Thank the gods there is only one.) She is dressed in nice clothes, though obviously hand me downs that have been well taken care of. She sports a purple plain silk blouse covered in an umbra frockcoat. In one hand is a copper metal mug that is full of mead. "Welcome!" She calls out to the people that come in! "Eat! Drink! Be Merry!"

Bonibel is dancing in time with the music, one hand lifting her skirts enough to keep her feet free from obstruction and in the other a tankard already mostly empty. As the petite Apothecary cavorts excitedly, her wild red curls get in her face, but this doesn't seem to bother her as she capers in time with the beat. Her moss and mud hazel eyes are big and bright, being very Merry indeed.

There's a whiff of hesitance about the way that Ian enters the space, as though he is, for a second or two following his arrival, right on the razor's edge between staying and going. He scans the room, never quite able to abandon his sense of hypervigilance, even in a place like this where he's presumably surrounded by friends.

There are the social. There are the charming. Then there is Aurora who tends to lack the will or desire to pretend to be either. Yet, here the Thornburn tailor is. She has found one of the chairs off to the side and what appears to be water rather than anything alcoholic. Her foot taps in time to the beat but its more an automatic thing rather than any sort of conscious decision to move, her attention for the moment focused on the people coming and going as well as the strips of cloth hanging everywhere.

Raymesin isn't dancing, but he is settled in a seat with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, and a tankard on the table at his elbow. He's got several slabs of bread sticking out of the bowl, soaking up the gravy, and while he might not be looking relaxed he doesn't have that hungry edge. He isn't being merry, but he's also not being a solitary cloud of darkness and gloom either. Ian's arrival has him lifting his spoon in greeting.

It's a lovely Autumn day for a Harvest party, the air is crisp and there's still time before the winter sets in. Arriving with limited escort, the men that accompany her seem familiar and at home in the surroundings. Dressed in a seasonal pant-suit, her hat covers half of one eye causing her to peer under to get a better look. The decorations bring a gentle smile to her pale pink lips and she steps in to the welcoming environment. "Raja, this looks wonderful and everything smells so good," she says in a cheerful greeting, unable to resist looking over at those pies. Paint-stained hands slip into the pockets of her trousers and she gives the room a look, letting her attention drift between people like she's sure she'll see someone she knows. And she does, one hand divests itself from the pocket and wiggles fingers at Ian and Raymesin in greeting.

Ian takes in the various familiar faces in the room with a sweep of his gaze. He gives Denica a respectful nod hello, before finally stepping away from the door (thus abandoning the sense that he was about to just nope back out again) and making his way over to Ray is sitting.

Oh look! It is a shy little Kennex! Raja lifts her glass and calls out to him! "Ian! Come share a drink with me!" She calls out to him. "You are here now! No running away!" As she says this, she is on her way to her friend with a full mug of mead in hand to thrust into his own hands. She spins on her heels and points towards Raymesin. "Look! Even the king of surly out of his hidey hole." She winks at Ian. Then there is Denica. She stops and looks the Princess over. Even though she is surprised to see Denica all the way down here in the Lowers, it is clear that Raja has no qualms with the Thraxian princess staying. "I do LOVE the hat. Maybe I should buy some hats.."

Raymesin lifts his spoon in greeting to Denica as well, but when he lifts his spoon to Raja it's not a greeting. It's amazing just how much insult can be conveyed with such a simple implement - and yet it's accompanied by amusement rather than anger. He moves up a little to give Ian space to sit.

Boni's cup is almost empty and she continues to kick up her heels before spinning away from the dance to refuel at the keg. She moves over to examine the food, which distracts her from the dance floor. This doesn't stop her from dancing though. During the tameless Apothecary's loading up of a bowl, she picks up a bun and holds it between her lips as she rocks to the music. Although she does not approach Ray, she salutes him with her spoon. She instead plops herself unceremoniously next to Raja. Now that she has a chance to look over the gathered her nose wrinkles and a small frown dislodges her roll and it lands in her stew. The resulting splatter doesn't bother her, she scrubs a cheek with her sleeve before tucking into her food.

Ian has just gotten to Ray's table when he hears his name spoken with... a lot of enthusiasm. Enough enthusiasm that it makes him jump. He blinks at Raja, visibly confused. "Uh, you're alright, right Raja? You're not..." There's a good two second lag between when she calls Ray 'the king of surly' and when Ian looks at him and the corners of his mouth twitch up. "You're going to have a hard time living down being the king of anything," he remarks as he takes a seat.

Cillian slips into the hall looking around, he is dressed in his leathers and a coat. His intense hazel eyes look around a small smile coming to his lips. He spots some he knows and others he does not, his pup is at his feet following along he seems to have something tucked under his arm.

Violeta Emili, tall and shadowed rivenshari, 2 Rivenshari Clan Guardsman, Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer arrive, following Mattheu.

Cato and Denica looks back and forth between each other and the pie. The short princess gets a growing smile and she leans in to whisper to him, "I bet it has lovely things like fruit in them. Not unexpected tentacles." The man noticeably grimaces at the short woman, there's probably a story there that has led to some trust issues. Heading over to the table, Denica secures three pieces of pie, one for each escort and the other for herself. They are the same size, so to avoid any sort of labour dispute. Rather, when she has hers, she meanders off from her companions and sets her sight towards Raymesin and Ian, heading towards their table, pie and fork in hand. Raja's comment about the hat makes her smile and she says, "best fix for a messy hair day," she grins sheepishly.

Cillian is still standing near the door as if he was trying to decided himself is he was going to stay or go, while Ian, Raja and Ray are all near each other talking. Dencia is near as well, he sniffs the air and he smirks the smell of the stew hitting his senses as he takes steps in further. "It smells wonderful in here."

Raja laughs at the reactions her friends have. "I used to be a contender for the Throne of Surliness. I could brood better than most of you! But.." She shrugs her shoulders. "That's too exhausting. Life changes and I gain new outlooks. Anyways.." Her eyes shift as Cillian enters the establishment. "Oh there is a face I haven't seen in ages." She straightens up and saunters towards Cillian. "Hi!" She thrusts a mug of mead into his hands. "Come in! Care to dance?"

Raymesin looks to Ian. "Why?" And then to Raja, "Yeah, well. You was only a contender if I weren't in th'room, an' you know it. Quitter." He seems to be content with his bowl of stew, his slabs of bread, and his tankard. Or at least he doesn't seem to be being surly, even if he isn't smiling. Cillian's arrival gets a nod from the overtall Ulbran, but then he's focusing on the approaching Denica.

Ian is now looking at the ale with a certain amount of distrust. "Uh," he says to Raja again, eloquently. "You're not... You didn't... You know where we are, right?"

Bonibel eats like she's ravenous. Sitting with one leg tucked under her to provide height so she can lean over her bowl. Her expressions and mannerisms not too far off from the stoat hairpins that tries to keep her curls in place and out of her face.

The jingling of bells sing through the air long before their owner finds way into the hall with a bright smile upon his face and shortened stop once inside the space, enough that they cascade of bells to suddenly find their own song as Tregva walks right into him with her sister behind both pushes Mattheu forwards into a small stumble as he takes to side step and do his best not to run into anyone that is carrying their food back to tables. Only to spin in his own jingling when spotting Raja first and a wave of his hand to dismiss assistants to watch both of the sisters in their colorful garb take to grab bowls of bread and stew. "Raja!" Mattheu doesn't pay any mind to the existing grumpiness between those here then to look over towards Ian and Cillian with a small nod and back to Denica as well. "Well, it's just a full party of troublemakers then?"

Cillian grins as hears Raja and she is coming in his direction, "It has been a while hasn't it Raja." he puts down the box on a table and takes the mug from her and takes a sip, "Dance? me? absolutely!" he looks over nodding a greeting to Raymesin and the others. OH and then there is a River Lord and he smirks, "The biggest one just arrived." he says to the Rivenshari with a smirk then looking back to Raja.

Alberico, the Malespero aide, 1 Malespero Guard, Louis, a Malespero Armsman, Mar, the Magpie arrive, following Pasquale.

Raja spins to look back at Raymesin and Ian. She shrugs. "I don't know what you are talking about, Ian." Back to Raymesin, "No, no, no! Not a quitter!" She points at him with her now free hand since she had given Cillian the tankard of mead. "I.. transcended.." Oooo. Big word. "Nah, I am just in a good mood. Is that not allowed? I love parties! Just not stuffy snobby parties where everyone is expected to be all pretentious and follow some unwritten code of social constructs." She presses her lips together and blows, "Pfftttppffppttt." Then there is a Mattheu! "Oh! Well hello! Only the best partied hold trouble makers. I am stealing this man here.." She points to Cillian. "For a dance." Then she tosses back the rest of her drink before setting it down on the table and snatches Cillian's hand to drag him to the dance floor.

"Mind if I join you?," she asks Raymesin and Ian. To the former she adds, "the stew looks good. But, I can't resist a piece of pie." It's a large piece, and the young woman puts it down on the table. There's a laugh that escapes around the conversation between Raja, Raymesin and Ian. Brows wiggle and she considers, "I do think it would come close," she says with a small shrug, picking no sides here. Then Mattheu's arrival is met with a smile, and Cillian too. Lifting paint-stained fingers to wiggle in their direction. To Mattheu though, and his comment about troublemakers, Denica looks very innocent. It's that kind of look she no doubt started practicing as a small child and has perfected over the years, it makes her look all the more guilty, though! But then, she picks up her fork and takes a bite of the pie and it's enough to render her quiet for a few minutes.

Bonibel devours her food fairly quickly and washes it down with her drink. The inconspicuous apothecary rises from her seat and after a quick scan she shakes her head and heads for the exit.

Brutus, a large regal looking rooster with ebony coloring , Teff, a smug looking marmalade feline with amber eyes leave, following Bonibel.

Ian gives Raja a wary look, then returns his attention to Ray. "Uh. Tell me if you start... feeling funny, alright?" His nod of greeting to Mattheu is distracted, and he leaves the taller man to invite Denica over or not.

Alberico, the Malespero aide, 1 Malespero Guard, Louis, a Malespero Armsman, Mar, the Magpie arrive, following Pasquale.

Aurora moves from the bench she had settled on, heading towards Raja. She silently produces a flower and hands it off to the woman with a smile, voice lowering just slightly before she slips out.

"Feelin' funny?" Raymesin eyes Ian. "You know as I ain't got a sense'a 'umour." He doesn't answer Denica, but he does move up to make some more space so she can sit down if she chooses. He eyes Raja for a few moments, then shakes his head.

Aurora takes an eternal rose of uncountable colors from Smell the Roses.

Mattheu looks to Denica and nods slowly, "Less the happy Raja decides otherwise, I don't see reason why not. Not my table tho, and just got here." He laughs softly while looking back to Raja, "Fine with me. Steal Cillian away. He's great at stomping on your feet anyway."

Raja checked dexterity + smithing at difficulty 9, rolling 41 higher.

Cillian hand is snagged and he is being taken out onto the dance area, he grins more now. "Hey, that is on true!" he says to Mattheu, "The last time we danced I did just fine." he chuckles and moves to pay attention to Raja now.

"Just let me know," Ian comments to Ray, before bracing on the table and pushing to his feet. He steps away to collect a tankard of ale, so he's apparently not THAT wary.

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

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

Later than is fashionable, Pasquale slips into the community hall and glances around. He soon decides to approach Ian and Raymesin. "I feel somewhat overdressed."

Raja pulls the frock coat from her shopulders and tosses it to her chair. This way, she can have more room to move and dance! A new song begins and like the others, it is a lively tune. The dancers around them begin to line up to perform a popular line dance of that time. Raja lines up and hops three times and does her circle along with the rest of the dancers. She then moves closer towards Cillian, placing her palm into his as she swirls around him.

2 Armed Confessors, Angwyn the otter, Mordred, Abner, 2 Redrain Guards arrive, following Ann.

Ian returns to the table with his ale as Pasquale approaches it. "Lord Pasquale." He bows his head in greeting, then eases back into his seat. "Considering what I've seen Sydney wearing around town, you're probably fine. You feeling alright?"

Cillian moves to stand in line watching Raja now as she joins the line. Breathing in deeply the smile does not fade from his face, watching her move like the others and the Northern man doing the same. He breaks out into a soft chuckle as she hops three times then she is stepping closer, his hand lifting up so there palms touch and he watches her swirl around him. He moves to hold her by the hips to lift her and turn and place her back down moving along in the line dance with Raja.

Raymesin is sitting with a bowl of stew in hand, and several thick slices of bread sitting upright in that stew. There's a tankard of ale at his shoulder, and while he isn't smiling he doesn't seem to be trying to suck the life and the energy from the room - he's just existing in a general state of contentment while the party goes on around him. He offers a nod to the arriving Pasquale, with the occasional look towards where Raja and Cillian are dancing.

Settling in, the young woman in a cloche hat uses her fork to dig into the pie. Eyes lift upwards noticing the arrival of Pasquale, to whom she waves with her free hand. The other is focused on dessert, to which she seems to delight in.

"Is that something I should make an effort to see?" Pasquale takes a seat at the table once Ian has sat. "Sydney?" The question about his health results in a slight nod. "Recovering thank you." he returns Raymesin's nod "Raymesin." and lifts his hand a touch in response to Denica's wave. "The dancers look as if they are having fun."

Admittedly, the little hop does look a little silly, but it is all part of the dance. The dance repeats the movements in a variety of directions, while hastily quickening it's pace. By the end of the song, it leaves most people a little breathless. "You did well!" She praises Cillian's dancing expertise. She leans closer towards him and whispers in a conspiratorial tone. "I bet that silly rivenshari guy over there couldn't do any better."

Mattheu checks charm and athletics at normal. Mattheu is successful.

Quirking her attention while holding up a fork with a piece of pie on the end, Denica asks, "did someone say dance-off?"

Around Denica, people began to chant. "DANCE-OFF! DANCE-OFF! DANCE-OFF!"

Mattheu has wandered away from the table and taken to spinning near an area for dancing or at least out of the way as he then finds means to be upon his hands, inverted and continuing to spin and hop.

Ian settles into a comfortable slouch now that he's collected a tankard of ale. "Head to toe steelsilk, bunch of gemstones on top of that," he says to Pasquale. He might have had something to add, but people around his table are now chanting about dancing, and the noise is easily enough to drown him out.

It is about this time when Ann makes way to the harvest party. Smiling and giving a small wave to those she knows. Applauding when the dancing seems to be taking a break and she shows her appreciation. Grinning when she spies Matti. She of course gives a whistle in his direction to show her appreciation there too. Throwing winks to the sisters as ways of greeting as she puts her hands together and doesn't move quite yet. There is a dance to watch after all.

"I can't even imagine what she did to get the money for that." Pasquale says to Ian as his eyes swing to the dancefloor.

Pasquale has joined the a sturdy redwood picnic table with bench seats.

Raymesin focuses on Ann and her entourage and stiffens. He had been relatively relaxed, but something's changed and the tension just rolls off him.

Cillian laughs as she leans in to whisper to him, his eyes dart over to watch Mattheu. His eyes linger on the man for a very long moment as if lost in a bit of a trance. Someone better poke him or its going to be over before it even begins, "Wait what?" he looks to Raja as she chants Dance off.

There's an innocent look on Denica's face as people start shouting 'dance-off', she goes back to eating her pie. Yet, there's a twinkle in her eyes, looking amused by the turn of events.

Denica is overheard praising Raja: Excellent host of much fun!

Ian shrugs to Pasquale. "Haggling, if I had to guess. I'm told there's a fair bit of money to be made that way, although it's probably less..." He's not even really looking at Ray when his posture changes, but maybe he was watching out of the corner of his eye, because that change is enough to make him trail off. His expression slackens, and he follows the taller man's gaze. He looks right past Ann, like he doesn't recognize that she could be the source of the change.

Jan arrives in clothes more blending in with the lowers than screaming noble-more by habit than design given Jan's frugal ways. Yeah, Pasquale may want to pretend to not know Jan. She dances. Badly.

DANCE-OFF! DANCE-OFF! DANCE-OFF! DANCE-OFF!

If Ann is aware that Raymesin is focused on her she ignores it. She has an inkling of why he'd be looking her way. Confessors. Inquisitor in this party. It would spell bad news. But really right now? She's amused at what is going on before her and not looking for answers at this time. Especially when people start to chant dance-off. A finger wave to Jan when she comes in.

Raja spins around, panting slightly as there is a call for a Dance off! She then spies the show-off Mattheu in the corner. "I challenge you to a Dance-off! Are there others who will challenge a friend.. or foe!"

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

Pasquale's response to Raymesin stiffening is subtler than Ian's but its still there. His eyes shift on over to where Ann is and then he smiles. Its not even close to being a big smile but its there. His eyes shift to Denica then, amusement showing in the dark green, before moving onto Jan. He looks more amused at the dancing. "I didn't realise she was a merchant." Those words are for Ian even though he's not really looking at the Kennex. "I don't suppose it matters."

Jan spots a couple of her people and makes her way towards Ian and Pasquale "Well fancy finding you two sunbeams here!" she splits a broad grin basking in the irony before she ooohs "Oooo, no idea what a dance off but I'm intrigued to find out, aren't you two?"

Mattheu is uprighted and gives stop to his spinning with a small wobble then smile towards the door in wave to Ann then a deep flourished and noisy bow to Raja. "I accept!" He looks to the cask of mead, "I need a drink first."

Putting down her fork, which is really a sign of intention, the short princess stands up and looks over at Raja, "I'm willing to challenge anyone and everyone," Denica says with a shrug. Though she be little, she is reckless when it comes to dancing and most things.

Raymesin carefully sets his bowl down on the table next to his tankard. There's a polite if distracted nod for Jan, but most of his attention is on the Inquisitors in the midst of a commoner party.

Raja spins towards Denica and a gleam of mischief sparkles in her eyes! "Then there were THREE! Denica Challenges!" A sly grin crosses her features. "The three of us all could compete against the other, unless another will rise to face off against the mighty Denica!" It is clear Raja is trying to hype up the crowd.

There is a smile for Pasquale when Ann sees his. Her smile widening when Matti smiles at her and there's a small chuckle heard when he says he needs a drink first. "Liquid courage, milord?" Projecting her voice towards Matti. She has every confidence that he will do well. But she did catch the last few minutes of the way Raja danced to. Stiff competition. Applause when Denica throws her dance off in.

Jan upnods towards Raymesin in greeting and wonders towards Ian "Who were the other two challenges?"

Cillian looks over at Ray then in the direction of Ann, he leans in to whisper something to Raja then turns to move in Ann's direction a smile on his lips.

Ian's brow furrows; he has to follow Ray's gaze for a moment before he recognizes what has changed his demeanor, a moment that's marked with him actually saying: "Oh. Right." He looks from Pasquale to Jan, and speaks in a distracted tone to the latter: "Probably helps to have contacts in the Lowers for finding things at a good price." Then he says something to Ray, a little softer.

Jan has joined the a sturdy redwood picnic table with bench seats.

Raymesin replies with a few quiet words to Ian. He definitely isn't smiling now, as he tugs his hood up to cast his face in shadow.

Jan's hand finds a flask from somewhere and unscrews the cap, watching Raymesin and Ian curiously and asking Pasquale something lowly at the table he sits.

Pasquale murmurs something to Jan before giving her a gentle nudge. "Why aren't you dancing Jan? It looks as if it would be fun."

Mattheu checks charm and athletics at normal. Mattheu is successful.

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

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

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

Ian exchanges a few words with Ray in a soft voice that end with him exhaling sharply through his nose in a huff of amusement.

Jan side eyes Raymesin then Ian a moment then shrugs and tucks her flask away "Embarrass myself in public? Absolutely. I won't make you acknowledge my existence after." She blows a kiss towards Pasquale and then trots towards the dance floor.

Jan checks dexterity and performance at normal. Jan fails.

Ann checks dexterity and performance at normal. Ann is successful.

The next popping song begins and the Culler woman begins her dance with a slight toe tap. It moves to her knee and then to her hips. Quickly, her entire body becomes involved as she moves sensuously and excitedly to the beat of the drum and twang of the stringed instruments.

Unsure when it's her time to dance, the short Islander quickly finishes up her pie, because of priorities and stands up. Meandering towards the dancing area, there's an easy and bright smile on her features. This is great fun and there's no time like the present to break into a little groove. Denica's dancing is not fancy, nor is it anything you'd see in a proper ballroom. Rather, it's very much akin to the kind of dance you might find on a ship, when sailors get really drunk, not just drunk drunk, but really, really drunk. That dance. It's lively, there's a lot of wild movements, if anyone were to get too close, they might get hit. Yet, there's surely grace to it, and even some skill, but mostly, she's just being silly and having fun. The best kind of dancing. Oh, there's stomping too, Islanders love to stomp. Loudly. It's a good thing she's wearing heavy boots today.

Raymesin, meanwhile, finishes his quiet conversation with Ian and rises smoothly to his feet, then - skirting the dancers - heads for the door.

Mattheu finds a drink only to barely get a sip in before being pulled back to the challenge and in a few bounces and spins is set to be inverted again. A walking handstand, legs set to curl a little over allowing for a tumbling spin back upon feet after pushing up to one hand and spinning around from arm to legs into a mess of bells adding into each motion.

Ian rises along with Ray, albeit considerably less smoothly. He takes up his cane and nods briefly to Pasquale, excusing himself with: "Good seeing you. Uh. Give my apologies to everyone else." And then he moves to follow the tall Ulbran out.

Ann studies the dance floor then shrugs. She grins at Cillian. "Coming?" When she gets on the floor her skill is shown in all the court lessons she was taught as a child. Being part of the Redrains from the very beginning does have benefits. She does her own swirls and the like as if she's dancing with a partner. Making sure to not get into Matti's space too much as he spins.

Pasquale looks up as Raymesin goes to leave and then nods at Ian's parting words. "I will."

Jan says, "Fare thee well cousin!"

Raymesin departs, leaving a still-full bowl and tankard behind.

Amidst her dancing, Denica watches Raymesin and Ian leave with a slight raised brow and gives both men a polite nod, though easily missed given her location amongst rowdy dancers.

Scarf, the violet serpent, Ian leave, following Raymesin.

Raja checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Raja marginally fails.

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

Mattheu checks charm and athletics at hard. Mattheu fails.

Ann checks dexterity and performance at hard. Ann fails.

Cillian did not have lessons in dancing but he did use to live in a village that loved to dance and he did get lessons for a certain someone. He moves himself around on the dance floor, his hips moving and moving rolling this way and that.

Jan checks dexterity and performance at hard. Jan fails.

Cillian checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Cillian marginally fails.

Jan joins the others dancing and dips down low with one leg out and one leg bent beneath her and fingerguns at the crowd and then leaps up and fingerguns at the crowd on the other side and then she puts her hands on her hips and leans forward, rolling her butt outwards in a circle with nothing approaching grace. Or shame, for that matter. This is not helped by the fact she accidentally butt-checks other contestants.

Spinning back from hand to feet each slip becomes faster and soon enough the wind, she looks at Mattheu and sends him a small breeze to knock him sideways. Even indoors, the wind will get ya for showboating. That little slip of fingers failing to grasp just right before lifting his feet and the cascading ring of bells all finding owner to crash into the floor at once is left to fill the room followed with the muffled laughter of Mattheu as he turns his head and lets the song of laugh fill the hall. Slipping over to his back to stare upwards at the rest and try to roll out of the way for others that are dancing, he's barely able to escape the floor while also now crawling across it to reach his drink.

The music is loud and fast and Denica is in her element. It's obvious that she loves to dance, it doesn't matter when, where or what. The young woman is always ready to cut a rug and get down with her jiggy self. Hands in the air, she waves them like she just doesn't care, and she doesn't! That's the key to dancing, have fun and dance for yourself. Employing this philosophy, the more she dances, the more silly and complex it's getting. Clearly that pie gave her quite a lot of energy because she's bouncing all over the place.

Pasquale gets himself a mug of ale and a bowl of stew before returning to the table and turning his attention back towards the chaotic dance floor. After a moment he gives a soft little laugh. So awful. So wonderful.

Ann is doing one of those swirling moves. Trying to remember her lessons and avoiding those that are on the floor with her. Only for her feet to trip her up. "Oh Spirits!" Trying to balance herself as she puts her arms outwards as if that will help her to stay upright. This has happened to her before so she knows what to do and falls on her butt verses forward. Have to save the face after all. Bells heard from her and she's laughing herself as she catches her breath and tries to get out of the way so others can do their thing.

Cillian was doing good till he went to spin and found himself in to close contact with Jan then wtried to move so he did not bounce into her and tripping over Mattheu trying to keep himself up right oh but then there is a Ann and he hits the floor with a thud and he laughs laying on his back looking up at the ceiling.

Mattheu is knocked to his belly as Cillian trips over him, leaving him to stay put as he looks over to Ann then back to Cillian. "Drink?" A nod to himself, "Now feels the right time for a drink."

Raja is just going to blame the mead! she really begins to get into the song then spins around to a FULL VIEW OF JAN ASS. This is complete and utter distraction. The weapon of Ass Destruction causes Raja to stumble and she flails a bit, catching herself from falling.. just barely. She realizes all the craziness that is happening all around her and simply dissolves into a fit of laughter. "DAMN DENICA! GO GO GO GO GO!!!"

Denica checks dexterity and performance at daunting. Denica is successful.

Ann just laughs as she watches Cillian and then Matti and their own version of chaos. Seeing Raja get distracted is pretty funny to. She will help both lords off the floor if needed. "Let's get out of the way so we are not tripping the others!"

DEN-I-CA! DEN-I-CA! DEN-I-CA! DEN-I-CA!

Cillian holds his side as he laughs and nods his head, "Yes drink!" he has one some where he knows its some place, oh look! "Pasquale!" he calls over waving a hand.

Pastry is a powerful thing, there's no stopping Denica when the dance takes over. There's probably no idea what is going on her, when she's in this sort of dance-zone. When she hears her name, her eyes go wide and now it's time to get a little crazy. The look on her face she is about to try something that could either be great or go terribly wrong, but she's game. Lowering down, so that her feet are still on the ground and she uses one hand there, and the other lifts while she flips over and lands back on her feet. It's smooth, even if her hat falls off in the process, but there's always casualties in a dance off. Now when she bounces about, her wild curls follow suit. "Oh this is fun!," she exclaims a little flushed in the cheeks.

AND THE CROWD GOES WILD! Hands are thrown up, cheers are raised through the roof! Suddenly the dancers surge towards Denica to hoist her up into the air! The continue to chant her name in exaltation. It likely makes her guards rather nervous.

Jan offers Cillian a hand up if he needs it and gives a crooked grin "Whoops." She then hoists her flask and cries "Huzzah to the victor!"

Whilst all the fun is going on, Pasquale slips out.

Cillian Takes the hand from Jan and gets up, "Yes, yes whoops." he chuckles and pats her shoulder then looks to see where Mattheu and Ann are. He claps his hands, "Huzzah!"

Pasquale has left the a sturdy redwood picnic table with bench seats.

Jan is overheard praising Raja.

Jan is overheard praising Cillian.

Jan is overheard praising Denica: Such grace! Such Passion!

This is truly delightful and the princess's smile is radiant as she is hoisted up in the air. A little flush from the activities, Denica looks like she's having a grand ol' time. "Three cheers for everyone!," she calls out. "Three cheers for our host, Raja!" Denica is making great use of her vantage point by yelling things out and just having fun. Her guards keep watch, but it's mild in comparison to the trouble she's often up to, so really, it's just a great time for all involved.

Ann is overheard praising Raja.

Ann is overheard praising Denica.

Ann had gotten out of the way and grins at Cillian and Jan. Looking over to the departing Pasquale with a small frown to her features. Looking around to see where she can find a drink. Dancing takes a lot of work out of you. "Hooray Denica!" Calling out and applauding for the princess as she scans the area for drink.

Raja laughs as she finally makes it off the floor. She moves closer to Denica once the crowd puts her down and returns to their fun. "That was quite the show! I am impressed! I am going to make you a surprise. What's your favorite color?" She inquires of the Thraxian.

Pulling himself out of the fray following Ann and Cillian now, Mattheu sets to sitting back against a wall and cheering for Denica along with the crowd. "An amazing show!"

Jan has left the a sturdy redwood picnic table with bench seats.

It's a very challenging question to answer for an artist, to pick one colour. "All of them?," she answers honestly and then considers. "red!," Denica says to Raja, and attempt to be a little less difficult, but it's true, Denica loves all the colours, equally.

Raja grins broadly to Denica. "I have an idea." She dips her head towards her. A warm hand falls on Denica's shoulder before moving off. She moves through the groups of people, laughing and interacting with the people of the Lowers. The party goes on for hours and hours until the next day is upon them and people wander home.