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Post by Arlyn on Sept 14, 2017 0:07:43 GMT
Opening Ceremony
 The Grand Ballroom was quiet at first. Mostly the sounds of the servants as they scurried about, making sure that everything was in place. Slowly, people began to filter in. One by one they entered, past the guards who watched carefully for assassins. The herald stood on a high podium near the entry of the room, loudly announcing those of importance once recognized. Stating "Sir" or "Madam" before their full name, then their title. It was to notify of those in higher positions that entered, especially if they were of another race, to represent the peace upon which the treaty had brought. Soon many had entered, and the ballroom was now filled with noise, the chitter chatter of those that wandered about. The King of the Humans sat silently in his place, awaiting until everyone had gathered. A mage, stood at his side. They talked in hushed whispers, perhaps about how the ceremony will proceed. A few hours later, the king rose from his chair, standing before the crowd high above on the balcony. Immediately the room went silent. "Welcome all," he started. He then began to speak of what marvelousness it was that everyone had gathered there that day, that he is delighted to see that the Force of the Ashes treaty had brought about such magnificence. That all the races can finally gather together on this joyful occasion. How even though the tragedy of the war over one hundred years ago brought many pain and hardship, that here and now they can all dance together peace. How he had tried to rule his kingdom with harmony and that he was ever grateful that the other races were doing the same. There were problems within the kingdoms still, but together they can strive toward a peaceful Oedir. A servant then brought him a glass of wine, which the king took from the small violet pillow. He raised it above everyone's heads. "Let us all celebrate this peace and remember those that died to bring us here."He then drank from the glass, and everyone clapped. He then exited the balcony, walking past as another herald then made his way toward the center. He looked at the crowd blankly. "Now we will begin the first dance, lead by our princess, Rhiannon Dufour," he then exited the balcony as well, the other lines of royal dancers making their way down the stairways first. The crowd then made way for the dancers, a large empty circle forming within the center of the ballroom as many dresses twirled and the men took their places. Those who's names were called, those of higher stances of the other races and humans as well were nudged by the guards into the direction of the dancers. It was the king's orders that those who were important should also join the dance as a sign of peace, for they should already know how to ballroom dance. The king made his way past Rhiannon, then leaned as he spoke to her in a whisper. "Choose a man to dance that will not disappoint me," he ordered her, then continued to walk away. There were many within the crowd of dancers now, those who were perhaps forced to join against their desires, guards preventing them from entering back into the crowd as they stood in a circle around them, the commoners behind them. None of them moved yet, though the band began to play their instruments, awaiting the entry of the princess down the stairs. (So basically what is happening is that anyone of high status is forced to join this first dance, as the guards brought them from the crowd and onto the dancefloor. The commoners are surrounding them watching. They can then rejoin with the commoners once the dance is over. After this first dance then everyone can dance and it is free for all. So you can post with them entering and mingling with others as well with their name getting called, or go straight to the dance, it's up to you.) |
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 14, 2017 1:06:26 GMT
Normally, Ea swept into these sort of events fashionably late. However, curiosity drew him to arrive fairly early. Even so, there were plenty of people there to see his entrance. He swept into the hall in a billow of royal blue silk that brought out the orange tones in his hair until it shone like copper. Half of it was elaborately braided, the rest let to fall loose. Layers of blue and ivory billowed dramatically around him, settling like the wings of some exotic bird as he paused by the heralds, giving them the appropriate time to announce his title.
"Ea Cailean, Master of Fire from Lledrith School!" He waited a moment, then strode forward. There was something exotic about the cut of the clothing. It had been custom made for this event, unique and perfectly fit to his trim form. Swooping copper falcons with rubies for eyes were embroidered along the edges. Or perhaps they were phoenixes, rising from plumes of fire with their beaks turned upward in song. The clever pattern suggested both. On the ivory parts, seed pearls framed a subtle geometric pattern that supported rather than competed with the copper on blue. His long fingers were tastefully decorated with rings, wrists captures by bracelets of ivory and gold. Around his neck an egg sized piece of amber took center stage on a long gold chain that thudded gently against his sternum, framed by the layers of silk. Other necklaces were layered around his throat but they were all much shorter, keeping the piece of amber the focal point.
Though he didn't pay much attention to the speech, he knew when he was being herded. The movements of the guards caught his eye and when one tried to place a hand on his arm Ea place his hand on top of the guard's with a perfectly composed smile. The guard jerked his hand back with a look of shock, covering his scalded hand. Then the fire mage swept forward of his own accord, eyes turning to the princess who would be leading the dance.
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Post by Rhiannon Dufour on Sept 14, 2017 1:51:01 GMT
Rhiannon stood with the rest of her family while her father gave his speech. A speech that she knew all too well was full of bullshit and people that knew him would have also been able to see right through that too. While standing there though, she made sure that nothing about what she showed on her face or stance showed that, she wasn't stupid. Both of her brothers were on either side of her, the eldest to her left and the youngest to her right. in truth she would have been much happier just hanging out with her brothers and goofing around but she knew, that wasn't going to happen. Nope, her father had to put on a show. So....he wanted to put on a show....than she would give him one. Of course when she woke that morning, Rhi had saw the dress her father had deemed 'appropriate' hanging in her closet. That of course got put to the side for the one she was wearing. The fit was perfect and molded to her body and the color was everything that her father hadn't wanted. He wanted some ugly shade of puce...she picked gold. Daddy wanted a show so Daddy got exactly what he wanted. Then before she could think something else, he was saying her name out loud and what? "Oh shi..." her eldest brother elbowed her subtly and she let out a soft sound. Glancing over at him she narrowed her eyes. "Traitor." she whispered to him quietly. Turning back she saw their father walking back towards her, when paused she raised an eyebrow at him. "Of course, Daddy." TIlting her head slightly she stepped away from her siblings and began walking slowly down the stairs to where everyone was being gathered. God this was stupid...why was he doing this? Looking around the room she saw the men that her father had wanted her to choose and they were not who she was going to pick. No...she was going to be the one to prove to the people here that she actually believed the words that came out of her father's mouth, even if he didn't. So she turned slightly and headed towards the first person that was dressed in a way that clearly said not human. Stopping in front of the red headed man dressed in the satin blue, she curtsied slightly, "Would you do me the honor of having this dance, sir?"
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Post by Alvina on Sept 14, 2017 2:19:39 GMT
Well, this situation had been the last the elder Were Alpha would’ve expected herself to end up entrenched in. And yet, somehow, weeks previous a letter had been passed along in one of their supply pickups. If anything, she had been mage immensely uncomfortable with the arrival of the parchment with such beautiful scripture on it. The scrap, pretty as it was, registered as more of a veiled threat than anything to her. It was a sign that the pack was recognized, and by the humans no less. Such acknowledgement, especially when she sought so intensely to keep them hidden, was the opposite of anything she’d wanted. Having sat on the thing for a few days, she'd considered heavily the idea of not going. And yet, a small part of her, even amidst her suspicions, was drawn toward the idea of such an event in the name of peace. Perhaps that was why she'd ultimately decided to attend, after having discussed it with several other pack members who's council she respected.
The presence of her ‘date’ however, had come at a great shock to her. Warin, of age enough to have experience rivalling her own, had been one which she had divulged the invitation to early on. At that time, letting him into Blood Rose had seemed to be a good decision; he was a hard worker, capable, and was actively proving himself to want to better the conditions for all… But damn him to hell, he also had a mouth. They clashed. And that was perhaps the reason why he had copped off some remark about Being her date, if she couldn’t bear the thought of going alone. Now, with a steely resolve, she’d of course bitten back a response, a dare of her own: accepting the invitation. The rest was history. Their travels had been completed mostly in their Were forms, their packs having been strapped to her body for most of the time.
As it was then, in the mouth of the massive ballroom, the Alpha was dressed in her finest wares. Though perhaps rougher than the gowns many of the Immortals or human women wore, the Were somehow yet cast an air of wild elegance. Her gown, perhaps decades old but carefully maintained, was probably one of the only things of value which she'd held onto. The fabric of the thing cascaded from her body loosely, rather than ballooning out in the way many dresses did. Lacking crinoline, the smooth cut would allow her an ease of movement, showing the panes and curves of her form, as a small train followed behind. The fabric was a dark russet color, with soft spirals of a lighter red color cascading through the material. The neckline was a deep "v" shape which plunged to expose a good deal of her breast, with a trim of dark brown rabbit fur which wrapped around the shoulders, matching a decoration that was also placed at the bottom hem of the gown and around the bell-shaped sleeves. Her hair, rather than being worn loosely, had been braided back above the ear on the side of her face which carried her scars... presenting them just as brightly as the soft bronze adornment of tiny branches which made up a necklace at her throat.
And of course, there was the blasted flower which Warin had so teasingly presented on their way to the place. The soft arrangement being one she’d carefully pinned to the breast of her bodice. Ignoring it, and the sweet scent which wafted up, her eyes practically flashed their wolfish, scarlet hue. Glancing briefly to Warin, she did not wait to slip a hand through the crook of his arm even as she took the lead entering the stairs which would lead them down to the dance floor. It was on a brief pause that the announcement came, “Alvina, Alpha of the pack Blood Rose!”
Oh how eyes turned upward. Even in an event of peace, many humans and other guests cast them glances as though they were foxes in a house of hens. The Alpha, not enthused and still suspicious, cast a wolfish smile as they continued on their way down the stairs, though perhaps she might’ve grasped Warin’s arm with more firmness.
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Post by Elysia Titaia-Delgado on Sept 14, 2017 2:29:06 GMT
Elysia arrived on Justus arm, as was her proper place. Heads turned to watch them as they entered and Elysia was sure that most of those heads turned to watch her. On her dark general's arm she was a regal sight. Her hair was swept up into a sleek twist, a solid foundation for the delicate circlet studded with black diamonds that decorated the pale strands. It wasn't a full crown, her only acknowledgement that she was in someone else's realm. Her arms were pale, surprisingly unadorned except for wedding ring on one slim hand. Heavy black stones dripped from her ears in elegant chandeliers.
The dress she had chosen was sculpted to her body. It clung to every curve from her neck to her hip before skirt flared out, slit up to the hip. Appropriate for dancing and for flashing a length of leg clad in fine black lace all the way up to the thigh. The color shimmered subtly in the candlelight from an off-black to a rich, deep ox blood red. Her lips were painted painstakingly to match. As she passed, a few of those watching caught their breath. The dress fell away completely from the collar, baring the long length of her pale back. A delicate piece of chain traced her spine, teardrops of black diamonds suspended it from it so they whispered against her skin. The back was dangerously low and yet fitted so well that it didn't show an inch more flesh than she intended it to.
As she and Justus found their place among the noble crowd, she leaned close to him until her lips pressed just close to his ear. "He likes to talk, doesn't he?" Her lips curled in a cool smile, as though she had just said something humorous to him. "It's charming that he thinks he is subtle." She barely moved her mouth to purr the words, aware of the dangers of spies and lipreaders. A low laugh rolled in her throat just under the sound of the music that began. Her eyes watched, predatory, as the princess made her way to the floor and chose her dance partner- obviously not one of the men her father would have liked her to choose. Elysia nodded her approval, then gently tugged Justus hand, giving him a look that clearly said she wanted to join the dancing.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 14, 2017 3:17:23 GMT
Their King was afoot, and so, of course, regardless of having any invitation of his own the Commander would’ve been right to attend. His own guards had been posted at different points in the hall, acting alongside the human ones as an excess security measure for the event. Perhaps the human King had been resistant to the idea at first – certain his own guardsmen had been – though at last a ‘peaceful’ consensus of mutual security had been reached. After all, despite the intention, such a congregation of so many, of so many races, packed into a place seemed ripe to act as a powder keg were any ill-intentioned folks to take the opportunity. With that thought in mind, Connor’s body was at the ready and alert… even as he gently lead his companion along.
If he had it his way, he and Solara would’ve been off partaking in drink in a tavern on the outskirts of the kingdom. He knew very well her disdain for nobility; it was something he himself didn’t enjoy. The entire group tended to be overly decadent, overly stuffy, and entirely impractical with the affairs affecting many beneath them. A right case of that which had happened only a month or so before had been the burning of Solara’s ranch. That was something he was still puzzling through, having tasked several men with helping to locate her missing horses even as he had taken to hosting her in his home for that time. And living with her since that time, having offered his own quarters as temporary residence until she rebuilt. That… had been interesting. And truthfully, prior to having her a dress delivered, he had found himself going out of his way to avoid her. To work late evenings, to sleep away from the places in which he could contact her physically, to take duties away from his home. After Solara having small cold only a couple of weeks before, he had not felt particularly inclined to blowing the lid off of his most closely held secret. Nor did he wish her death. Such avoidance was a vast improvement… kind of. Certainly, he had caved, indulging in moments of weakness. After all, one thing did lead to another when a beautiful, and witty woman was near, especially when that woman was perhaps the first person he might’ve ever called friend…
Standing tall near the head of the stairs, the Commander wore dark gloves, a draping black cloak, dark boots and pants, a gray dress shirt, and a heavy, black jacket with interwoven threads of crimson. His left hand was of course still stiff following his injury, though he’d gone to great efforts hiding it; as such, when his eyes drifted down to Solara, dressed beautifully in the gown he’d picked as a surprise to her, she was situated on his right.
It was an amused, cynical smile that he regarded her with, eyes briefly dancing with amusement before he schooled the expression. “I know you don’t want me to say it again, but you do look radiant.” Bowing his head slightly to murmur closer to her ear, “I also forgot to say… I brought a little whiskey to help us through this.” Straightening as though he hadn’t just murmured hope into her ear, he lead the way forward as the couple ahead of them descendent the stairs.
Without any hesitation, the announcement was cast into the air by the attending herald. “Commander of the Immortal Army, Connor Lachesis. And the Lady Solara Ell Polst.” Oh, how the eyes of many attending women shot daggers at Solara. Though they all paled in comparison to the look Solara was giving the poor herald in response to her announcement. Offering a small squeeze to the hand draped around his arm (truly small, for three of his fingers could scarcely flex), the Commander hurried to step down the stairs then.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Sept 14, 2017 4:15:55 GMT
A ball. Who would have thought that Larkin would find herself at a ball? She was excited and thrilled by it all, wrapping her slender arm around Felix's as she stared around wide eyed. So many beautiful people in beautiful clothing were here. And then the speech started. Larkin was quiet as she listened to the king. Silently tugging at her dress and leaning closer to Felix whenever a particularly imposing person stepped too close. "The princess is so pretty." She told Felix while straining up on her tip toes to better see over the people in front of her.
She had never really attended such festivities in her time in Aelfmenn. Her brother didn't push her to go out and be social, something she had been glad for at the time. But now she knew that she actually liked the company and companionship of others. Her time spend in relative seclusion had taught her as much. "We should dance." She said in a softter tone. Her blue eyes moving over to him. She was struck by just how handsome he was even amidst a sea of beautiful people in their best garb.
He didn't have to even try. Larkin had attempted to fix her hair but she wasn't very skilled at such things an the long ivory locks in the end just hung down her back and over her shoulders in loose curls. "I think it would be fun..." Of course she didn't know how to dance though so she would likely make a fool of herself. But the idea of it sounded fun. And others seemed to enjoy it. As soon as the nobles dance ended she had plans to tug him out onto the dance loor.
She couldn't attend her first dance and be a wallflower. It just wasn't right.
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Post by Noelle Luna on Sept 14, 2017 4:26:42 GMT
| Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart | This was a event that Noelle was sure her mother was attending , this was her type of thing. Usually Noelle tended to skip these things , unless her mother wanted to drag her along to show off. When they were away from their kingdom her mother could be proud of her daughter , she could show her off to people and introduce her as her beautiful daughter. Under the water , in their kingdom however she was forced to this kind of events because she was apart of the court but she was ignored. Nobody wanted anything to do with a immortal mermaid. The sound of it made people back home whisper. Noelle was sure her mother was prancing around the ballroom somewhere with a merman half her age on her arm. Noelle was just going to do her best to enjoy her night , which she didn't think would be so hard.
She was surprised that Romeo had asked her , she hadn't been expecting to go to the ball at all. She had gotten a the letter from the carrier but she had placed it to the side to forget about it. Noelle had never felt comfortable at these things , she hated getting fused over to get dressed up. She hated dressing up but as soon as Romeo had asked her she had said yes. She didn't know what had come over her.Or why she agreed so easily but her mind had answered for her before she could make up some excuse not to go. Romeo had this way about him that made Noelle want to be around him. When she left his side , it felt like something was missing. She kept all this to herself however. Never saying a peep to him about it. He made her stop hurting. He made her stop blaming. He made her feel okay again. He was the only one who ever had. He was saving her from herself, and he didn't even know it.She'd never wanted something so much her whole life as much as she wanted him. Never needed someone this badly. All her life she'd scolded herself whenever she became too dependent on anyone but herself, building a safety net to keep her away from all that pain. But somehow, it crept in. It infested itself inside her and grew from there. And Romeo was the only one who could get it out of her, take away the walls and make her right again. And that scared her , that scared her more then anything else she had ever felt.
Noelle arrived to the ball , hesitantly at first she looped her arm through his. She had took his through the hassle of waiting for her to get dressed and for the most part fuss over herself. She decided to go with her hair back and darker makeup. Her dress a off reddish color with a red pendant hanging from her neck. She looked like royalty she had never claimed. As they waited to be announced Noelle started to get antsy. She wasn't sure what she wanted the man to say , as it was their turn however he was already introducing her as a duchess and introducing Romeo after her. She flinched and grabbed onto his arm tighter. That wasn't something they had ever really talked about. Not that it came up , not that she even wanted to talk about be a outcast in her own court by her own family.
Walking down the stairs she listened to the human king talk , she didn't roll her eyes even though she had the strongest urge to. Then people were starting to dance , Noelle hoped that they wouldn't be forced to. Though she did want to dance a bit herself , she just didn't want to be forced into it. You'd be great at this! , she joked though she was serious. She remembered him telling her that his mother had taught him how to dance. She remembered the first time they met , when they went from at each other throats to dancing. " Thanks for asking me Romeo. Even though I'm sure you could have asked anyone else." , that was her way to keep her distance again. Maybe he did see someone else ? Maybe someone had cancelled and he wanted to take her next. Her green eyes rested on him , her tattooed hand reaching out to grab his. Noelle was rarely nervous but all of this made her nervous. Neither did she trust the human king. Where did all this willingness to be peaceful come from ?
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Post by Arlyn Norwood on Sept 14, 2017 4:43:46 GMT
As Master of Water, of course, Arlyn had to attend this event. He was one of the laggards surprisingly, the old man making his way amongst the crowd that had already seemed to have gathered before him. As he made his way through the doors, he was immediately spotted by the herald. "Sir Arlyn Norwood, Master of Water at Lledrith School," the voice boomed over the audience. Some turned to see him, however his face gazed up at the man. He was surprised to hear his name be called, although it wasn't very surprising. At most dances, hey would announce those who have arrived. But Arlyn thought that this was an inclusive event, that encompassed all social statures. He felt some heat rise to his cheeks in embarrassment as he continued to walk, the crowd of people dressed in fine clothing looking at him as he passed. The mage, of course, wore fine garb as well. He wore one of his more exquisite robes. Dark blue velvet that fell to the floor, decorated on its ends with elaborate pearly white patterns along its edges. It included the bottom of the robe and his sleeves mostly. He looked as if he rose from the water itself, and the white were the waves. The mage's eyes averted from side to side as he walked, wondering where the other Masters were. Although he had gone to few events like this before, he still felt uncomfortable with them. He didn't like the extravagance of all this, and much preferred the dances within the smaller villages. A night dancing under the stars and a good drink sounded more appealing than this. If he spotted a fellow Master then perhaps he would feel more at ease, however it wasn't long until the whole room went silent, causing him to halt and bring his attention to where everyone else was focused: the king on the balcony.
He listened to the speech the king gave, wondering if he was just spouting words to impress or if he really meant them. Arlyn had met the king only a few times on occasion, however they were mostly a formal gatherings such as this. He did not know his true persona, he figured. So really he would find out what this dance was about during the event. Though, there would still be a chance to meet some people, perhaps.
Then, the king called for the first dance to take place, and the elderly mage found himself being tugged by a guard toward the center of the room. Arlyn looked at him flabbergasted, but then the guard pointed toward the center of the room. He wanted him to join in on the dance? The mage surely was much too old to dance, but then he could see the guards bringing in others as well. He guessed that it couldn't be avoided. Walking forward reluctantly, he could then see a brief flash of red hair moving in the direction of the princess. Well if it wasn't Ea. That eased him some, but still, dancing in front of all these people was the least Arlyn wished to do. Suraci had only taught him to dance a few times, and let him to his own whenever a village they traveled to had a party. He could remember when he was just a young boy, and Suraci smiled at him to go and dance with the others.
"Go," he could see his face within the crowd. The older Arlyn lowered his head slightly in agreement. Alright, he would go. Stepping bravely into the dancers' den, he looked forward at the first person he saw. The band continued, now moving within a rhythm which he could only assume was the cue to begin. Reaching out a hand, he asked the person gently, "Shall I have this honor?"
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Post by Justus Delago on Sept 14, 2017 4:46:27 GMT
Justus had gotten the invitation by a messenger , when he received it he was skeptical of the whole affair. When did the human king get a change of heart ? He had made it clear that hadn't wanted to do anything to do with the peace that the kingdoms agreed on, he was a complicated creature and as much as Justus wanted to not be bothered with the man he wondered what this was really about. Some would say that he was paranoid , other would say that he had just learned from the past. He had fought centuries in a war that had come to a end because of a peace treaty that he was reluctant to sign but did for the benefit of his people. They had been fighting for centuries. They were immortal , they did not die unless it was on the battlefield and Justus was their king. He never let them go to war alone without him in the front , right there fighting by their sides. Justus was respected because of how he handled things.
He spoke to his advisers about going and they made plans to also bring protection for his own good. The king and the queen both needed protection. Justus was no fool and he was no sheep. So for a while it was being passed around that they would not attend unless their demands of security were met. Thanks to Connor. Who was one of the few people that Justus actually trusted outside of Elysia. Of course he was attending as well , as their other men to match whatever protection the human king had. But it was peaceful and quiet for the most part. Justus himself even had a few people in hiding walk among the crowds and blend in. Since there was a mix of people attending from all over. Justus arrived with Elysia on his arm , as she rightfully belonged. They introduced them in and heads did turn to look. Justus wore all black with accents of blood red here and there to match Elysia. She was the beauty between them and everyone for a split second got a chance to drink in the immortal queen. Their people were ones to keep to themselves for the most part. They were more mysterious to everyone else , they barely came to events such as these.
Stepping to the side Justus listened to the king speak. Rolling his eyes out of annoyance. What did he know of a war he probably wasn't born when it was happening or was probably just a baby. To a immortal he was still a kid and while he aged , they stayed the same age and watched as the next leader for the humans come to play. Which would probably be one of his sons. ( If he was lucky ) Justus pulled Elysia close as she talked , a smirk coming to his lips. "Seems like it , doesn't it?" , he whispered back to her with a low chuckle. He shook his head , this man wasn't subtle at all. Justus wasn't sure what this was all about , but he knew he didn't like it. Then they wanted people to dance and Justus groaned in annoyance quietly to himself. He knew that Elysia wanted to join the dancing and he wasn't going to argue with her , taking her hand he led her out to the floor. Still on his toes , as his eyes searched the room before landing on her.
"No matter how much I don't want to be her ... you look just as beautiful as ever. I don't remember the last time we actually danced." , he pulled her in close. He really did love Elysia and he had no problem with showing her off. Or showing the world that he did. He would do anything for her , she was his best friend.
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Post by Solara Ell Polst on Sept 14, 2017 7:49:09 GMT
Living with someone had been a big change for Solara. The loss of her ranch had been a blow to the immortal woman, but had Connor not been there she would have lost much more. And the fact that his quarters were within the walls of the immortal castle had made things uncomfortable. She had denounced her titles many years ago and had little to say in the favor of a society so riddled with false niceties and suspicion. But it was better than living in an inn and the company was enjoyable, at least when Connor wasn't avoiding her. She was aware of it, especially after she had grown ill. But between that and the gloves that he always wore she assumed he was just one of those people who worried constantly about germs. It didn't really fit with what she knew of him but she could think of no other explanation.
She went back to her ranch often. Picking through the remains until she found the remnants of her coin. Setting up a small grave site for those she had lost in the fire. Making plans about the future, how to rebuild. But above all, she was trying to find leads on who had committed such a crime against her, and why. The invitation to the ball had been very unexpected, the dress equally so. It was with reluctance that she had agreed to come. A gleam too her dark eyes as she told him that he would owe her one hell of a drink after. At least she was here with Connor so that would make the evening slightly more bearable.
The dress was more extravagant than something she would have picked out for herself. Although she did find that she liked the details, the accents. It fit her like a glove and she was left wondering if perhaps Connor just knew her well enough to estimate her measurements or if she were just a common size. Her slender arm was wrapped around his own. Her fingers starkly pale against the dark clothing he wore. She would have probably been shocked to see him in anything that didn't have at least a good amount of black. But it did indeed suit him. The sly curl of her lips and her lingering gaze that followed his words were a silent approval. "You clean up alright yourself, Commander."
But it was his comment about a drink that made her shoulders go a little less rigid. Thank goodness. There would of course be wine here but she could hardly stomach the stuff. Something her and Connor disagreed on heartedly. The herald announced Connor to the crowd and Solara let her eyes drift over the sea of people. Hearing the tail end of his words that for some reason had her name attached. Immediately she turned to glare at the human. A single curl falling from her pinned up hair and across her eyes. The little man had certainly done his research on everyone. All too much apparently. She heaved a sigh and tried very hard to stop plotting ways to make him pay for digging up such old news.
It was the very soft squeeze from her companion's hand that made her turn back to watch the stairs as they descended them. Taking in the woeful glares of women in her wake. His hand was still weak. She knew as much even if he tried to hide it. It was impossible to not notice such things when living with someone. Secrets were hardly secrets in such confined spaces. She squeezed his arm back and continued down the stairs with a loud click from her heels punctuating each step. Dark brown eyes rolling up to see the glares of more than a few women in the crowd. From just the look in their eyes she could assume it wasn't anything against her personally, but rather because she was with the commander. Wouldn't they be happy to hear that she was just a friend he was helping out and not someone he was settling down with? But part of Solara liked that look they gave her and had the strongest urge to be petty.
"You have quite the following, Commander." She commented with a wry smile. Leaning closer than necessary when she spoke, letting her lips just graze his ear to make those jealous women squirm. She shifted closer to him, just because she could before they were ushered with the other people of note out onto the dance floor. Giving the not so gently encouraging guards a glare. "Can you dance? It looks like we have no choice in the matter."
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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Sept 14, 2017 13:55:34 GMT
Well.
Warin wasn't entirely sure what he had expected when he had teased Alvina about going to the ball. Certainly he hadn't expected her to accept. Then again, he wasn't sure why he hadn't expected it. Alvina wasn't easy to gut the upper hand on. It was one of the reasons he liked to try. It always felt rewarding when he did manage to throw her for a bit of a loop. Thus, the flower. He had seen the blood red rose and though it only the most appropriate thing to fetch his Alpha (though, as he occasionally reminded her, swans did not have alphas). And the look on her face had made it absolutely worth it.
Now, faced with the massive crowd that flooded the ballroom, Warin's attitude had cooled a bit. His shoulders were squared, back straight, a soldier's posture that he hadn't lost in all the years of peace. It was emphasized by the military cut of the clothing he wore. Like Alvina's gown, it was older but well cared for. It bore no insignia anymore, but the rich greens and cognac browns suggested their origin. Luckily, they also went well with the russet tones of the werewolf's gown. She looked... stunning. He hadn't told her as such, not straight faced at least. He had called her a lady and offered her his arm. He did not hold her hand tightly, as some men did to their partners but rather made sure that if at any moment she needed to pull away she had the freedom to. More than that, he made sure she was on his off-arm. It was an unconcious habit, leaving his sword arm free though he was not obviously armed. Though no sword graced his hip, he had snuck a number of smaller weapons into his garb. It had many places built for hiding weapons. He only hoped he wouldn't have to use any.
His face settled into a small, easy smile though it did not reach his eyes. He moved with easy grace at Alvina's side, shaking his head a little when the herald asked his title. He had none to tell, in truth. So Alvina was introduced and he, her escort, remained in her shadow. As it should be, he thought. She didn't need anyone by her side. He was only there because of a joke. And he wasn't really sure he was happy to be there, for all that he normally like socializing. There just seemed to be a razor's edge of tension in the air. He saw her smile and knew she felt it too. His own smile grew a little in response, though perhaps a touch less wolfish and a little more pleased. Let them be foxes in the henhouse then. They needn't worry about the hens. Only the hounds.
"Are we taking bets on how long it's going to be before a fight breaks out? I think everyone can behave themselves for an hour or so." He tilted his head to speak to her softly, trusting her hearing to pick up on words that to others would have been lost. His eyes drifted to the nobles dancing, one eyebrow lifting a little as he studied the colorful, turning forms. It was pretty, if you ignored the guards carefully separating them from everyone else.
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Post by Romeo Cossim on Sept 14, 2017 14:48:06 GMT
He hadn't been sure what had come over him when he had asked her to go. It was quick thinking and probably the only other event he knew was going on. Anyone who was anyone was going. Even though this was hardly his scene he was going to do his best and not drink enough wine to drown in. He dressed in his nicest attire which was very simple in his standards and met up with her. She looked lovely as always. As pretty as a picture. The only aspect he wasn’t ready for was heading into the room only for the guards to stare the both of them down. This was the only aspect he did forget. Noelle is royalty from where she came from so this meant that he would be introduced right along with her as her date. That wasn’t the part that bothered him; the part that did make his skin crawl was when all the eyes were upon him. It made the wolf feel anxious but he did his best to cool his heels. Eyes shifted down to her as she squeezed his arm a bit and a reassuring smile was given.
As she spoke he chuckled. ”Hardly but if it gets me to stand here next to you and not someone else. I think it’s worth the nervous jitters.” he gave her a wink though he was being utterly serious. The attention was a hard one to swallow especially when he did his best to avoid such situations. He however also didn’t like the idea that she could have been going with someone else. ”Besides why would I miss the perfect opportunity to see you look like a beautiful vision.” They headed down and once the attention was off of them and now moved onto dancing he felt himself be able to breathe a little easier. Her next question caused him to look at her and he shook his head. The only other person he could have asked was Branwen but with her issues, he doubted that would have been wise…. Unless she somehow made it here with her mate? ”Nah women don’t seem to fancy the dark and mysterious.” He tugged her hand so he could douse himself in some liquid courage. A little bit of wine would help him feel a teensy bit better. After finding some wine and getting a glass for himself, offering her one as well, he took a sip before looking back to her. ”So then, princess, you up for showing me how well you been practicing those dance moves?” Noelle Luna |
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Post by Ea Cailean on Sept 14, 2017 14:51:50 GMT
Wasn't she a lovely little thing. Ea smiled warmly as the princess approached, sweeping a bow that was only held an edge of mockery. For someone who was not born to courtly ways Ea took to them like a duck to water. The layers of light as air silk exaggerated every movement he made, weighted to drape appropriately by the beads and embroidery. They would look good together on the floor, he was certain.
"I would be most honored, Princess." He offered her his hand, the skin fever-hot, and led her to the center of the floor as the musician's began to play. Though he kept his touch and the space between them quite appropriate, a smile lurked on his face that held no little amount of satisfaction and mischief. He had some idea that he wouldn't be the first choice of man for her to be dancing with, especially if anyone got wind of his less than excellent reputation. Imagine, the human princess dancing with him. Oh it was rich.
"Such a lovely vision of peace, humans and mages dancing together," he mused as they swept around the floor. He was quite an excellent dancer. Unlike many of his peers who had turned to the martial arts to keep themselves fit (for those that were concerned about it at all), he had turned to dance. Besides, he'd heard once that some people thought that you could expect a good dance to be good in bed. He strove to fulfill that stereotype to the utmost. "You are a vision of loveliness tonight, Princess Rhiannon. You have something of a reputation for rebellion so I have to say I'm a little surprised."
His voice was light, perhaps teasing but not mocking. The mage had little desire to just spin in silence while the music played. He would much rather see if this little princess was any good at conversation. Duty did not have to be boring, after all.
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Bisexual, Prefers Women.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Sept 14, 2017 16:33:38 GMT
Connor had not necessarily been expecting the announcement to follow his. It wasn’t surprising with the setting, however. After all, Solara had certainly mentioned her history with Court. Anyone with a little forethought and some wits about them would’ve been able to dig up sufficient information, especially with the advance notice that had come with their invitations to the gathering. In spite it though, with the mention of her title, Connor was far less bothered than she. His body remained tight and alert, though he his touch was more relaxed.
As they proceeded down onto the ballroom floor, his hand lingered on hers. Did he notice the sharp glances of the women while scanning the room? Maybe some. Was he also inclined, with Solara, to want to rile them up when he did notice? Absolutely. He had to go about it in a different way, however. Not as overt. And so, even after Solara’s body grew stiff with the herald’s announcement, and her plotting his demise, he continued to drift along. Smiling politely, dolling out curt nods as he met a few familiar faces.
When she leaned up, her fingers just grazing his ear, his eyes cast downward. Obstructed by his lashes were they when a small, scheming glint cast light in their depths. “I ever would’ve guessed.” The quip flowed smoothly from his lips, which might’ve briefly flashed an entertained smirk. With her following words, and the appearance of the men that seemed so insistent to usher them forward, however, any trace of the look disappeared.
He hadn’t agreed to dancing when he’d accepted the invitation. Knowing they would be forced…? In truth, he often watched such events. Provided security for the King and the Royals, making sure that tragedies couldn’t befall such congregations. In the last centuries, that was it however. And in truth, dancing had not been one of his strongest suits. The movements were so restrained. The beauty of them was lost to the man, replaced instead with a vigor and appreciation for combat. Less restraint, more force. It was easier to throw someone than to twirl them. The silence stretched for a moment, his body resistant against the usher before he finally exhaled a sigh. He felt almost his age in that moment, for how it felt like pulling teeth to consent to such a thing. “You’ll need to refresh me.” Sidestepping out, away from the men so eager to see them to the floor, he shifted so he stood in front of her. His injured hand settled lightly at her waist, as his other grasped hers. From there… a look of stoic concentration crossed his face. Not sheepish embarrassment, but intense focus. “Alright, so the steps…?”
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