Below are chat logs from the ongoing Winter Masquerade Ball. I am trying to add posts as the event goes along. Keep checking back for more updates! Hope to see some of you there!

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Edit 12.28.12: I have added a poll to see who you all think had the best costume! In the chat logs, I have highlighted the costume entrances in different colored font. If I missed yours, please let me know. And remember, vote fairly (per player, not account)! Try not to log onto multiple accounts to vote more than once.

Memoria
The villa in Arthuran, Northsea Manor, was playing host tonight to a number of guests. It was Chaliceton's annual Winter Masquerade Ball and after the setting of the sun and the moon lingered in the sky, people were starting to shuffle inside the mansion to attend to the festivities and get out of the frigid weather that was ever present in the land that the Goddess of Winter called her home. People would be directed through the halls of Northsea Manor's and to the ball room. In record time, Sahar, Edgar and many of the Northsea Manor staff had assisted in decorating for the event. The oak dance floor of the ball room had been polished and along the left and right sides of the room, round tables each with eight chairs were covered with white table cloths. These tables were separated in the middle on both sides of the room by large, stone fireplaces that kept the ballroom warm and comfortable for the guests. From the ceiling decorations of small silver and gold stars, holly and mistletoe were hung. Candles flickered from holders on the sides of the wall and in the middle of the tables. On the north end of the ballroom, a raised wooden platform held a complete band, playing a range of dance songs from waltzes to slow numbers. Off to the right side in the corner, there was an entrance to another room which was where the bar (with plenty of wine and other beverages) was located. In addition, this room also held a feast of food, all things festive - roast turkey, duck, baked and honeyed ham, a plethora of vegetables both cooked and cold, pies, pastries and fruit. The room wafted with delicious aromas, enough to make any person's mouth water, and servers were on hand to dish out plates of food and pour glasses of drink.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin proudly escorted Ita to the ball, his beautiful pixie holding onto his forearm as he ooh'd and ahh'd at such splendor. A ball. He had never been to a ball before and it was so exciting for him, he was pretty sure there was some interesting stuff happening down in his pants. Ita had said they were to come in costume, so Melvin wore a suit, a very repsectable suit, but had done his best to cover it in as much cat hair as possible from all the stray cats in the area. His mask was one he believed to be of sheer brilliance...a blue bird. Melvin had received many stares for the oddity of his costume, but he didn't care. He had the most beautiful girl on his arm, and more important...there was food!!!! Tons and tons of food. Not too shabby for a werewolf who came from nothing. Bouncing on his heels as he gazed around in wonder, Melvin exclaimed loudly to Ita. "I have the biggest boner in the world right now!" Which of course drew raised brows and stares from just about everyone, but Melvin didn't care. His nostrils flared and he licked his lips. "Is that duck I smell Ita?"

Verial Akilara
Had it not been for his odd colored gaze, the Lord of Arthuran might have not been as easy to recognize. On this evening, the night of Arthuran's Annual Winter Masquerade Ball, Verial's eyes - one blue and one green - were complimented by the mask he wore. The mask was adorned at nearly every inch with sleek black and dark blue feathers save for the portion that fit over Verial's nose. This part of the mask curved downward slightly about two inches or so and made for the upper part of an obsidian colored beak. His idea, after Sahar had urged him to make a costume in all her enthusiasm, was that he would resemble a raven. Despite this, he wore no wings to compliment the outfit feeling it would not have been appropriate considering he lost his own set of raven wings. Besides the mask, Verial's clothing was made of a simple, yet elegant suit; his jacket and pants were both black, the jacket buttoned slightly over a blue-black, silk shirt, and he wore black boots. Draped around his neck was a necklace with a thin black cord, the middle of it holding three feathers - two of them black and the middle one a dark blue color. Presently, Verial was busy greeting guests as they came in or as they came up to say hello to the Lord of Arthuran. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he might have seen Itarilde with... the blue bird of happiness?

Sahar
Sahar entered the ballroom, the noise of many of Arthuran's elite, as well as the upper class from the surrounding continents filled the manse, and the healer had smiled as she made her way downstairs and into the crowded room. Taking a cue from the lovely winter roses so sacred to Elysia, Sahar donned a splendid gown of various hues of blue, the full skirt sparkling with dozens of crystals that shimmered as she moved. Her sleeves were long and full and billowed with each wave of hand, and despite her towering height, proudly wore heeled shoes dyed to match her gown. For once the desert beauty wore her dark chestnut hair looseto hang in a curtain down her back. Half of her face was hidden by her mask done in a shade of deeper blue decorated with a single rose in the corner, the color contrasting nicely with those honeyed eyes of hers. Playing roll of hostess, she smiled and welcomed all she came across with a warm greeting. Catching sight of Edgar, she waved him over and beamed a warm smile at him as he pressed a glass of wine in her hand and pointed out the Lord of Arthuran, Verial who she was happy to see was in costume.

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna had debated off and on whether to attend the Masquerade Ball and was honestly not planning on making an appearance, but Sahar had guilted her in doing so. Quite frankly, she had no intent of watching the woman pout, those honeyed eyes filling with mock tears, and grudgingly Deanna had given in. She had been told to wear something pretty, colorful, and aquire a mask. Sahar's orders. Following orders wasn't something Deanna excelled at, but she managed to put something together last minute. The Villa was packed with people eating, dancing and laughing when she slipped into the ballroom. Deanna wore a corseted gown in all velvet black save for the intricate blood red beading on the bodice which bared her shoulders and arms. The lacing in the back of the corset was pulled tight to give Deanna the appearance of actually having full breasts, though nothing would compare to Sahar's. The skirt of her gown hung past her ankles forcing her to wear high heeled ankle boots underneath the garment. Half of her auburn hair was pulled away from her face save for a few strands that lay against her jaw, though woven through the braid that held her hair back were small black feathers. Deanna decided to forgo a mask and instead opted for lining her eyes with kohl and added shimmering dusting powder to her face and upper torso. The only jewelry she wore was the dragon scale that hung from its cord around her neck to nestle between her breasts. Deanna took a deep breath and headed into the crowd. She caught Sahar's gaze whose eyes widened at the unmasked 'Lady Amelia', and Deanna's lips lifted slightly as she shrugged it off as she weaved her way through the packed ballroom to make her way outside to the terrace where it was less congested.

Elias Lowell
The King of Aleris had come to the ball costumed as one of his favorite animals - a fox. Over his face he wore a mask that was mostly lined with orange and red colored fur save the left and right bottom sides of it that were decorated with tufts of white fur. Over his blonde colored hair, Elias wore a headband that held a set of fox-like ears, orange and red pointed triangles with white fur on the inside. Both the mask and his head band also were thinly outlined in the corners with black fur as well. The clothing he wore consisted of an orange-brown colored suit with black boots. The jacket of this suit pulled over a red vest and beneath that vest, a white shirt. He had even completed his outfit with a fox-like tail. Fortunately, not foxes were killed in the making of his costume. As he entered, the “boy-king” was greeted with a flurry of bows and his presence was noted. Though after everything calmed down he was able to wander about the ballroom and talk to people, two soldiers always at either of his sides.

Wish
Considering her wings, Wish's costume idea came quickly. She decided she would dress as a butterfly and with her new position as Aurora's Paladin, this seemed a fitting representation for an avatar of the Goddess of Spring. Her mask, shaped like a butterfly, had been decorated with cool color tones. Deep hues of blue, green and purple surrounded blocks of black color. Her bluish gray gossamer-like fairy wings and mask had a slight golden sparkle, as if she had acquired a container of glitter. On her head she wore a black band adorned a set of antenna that curled at the ends. Her dress was made from two parts: a black corset top that laced over a purple, velvet material and a black skirt that fell down just below her knees, poking slightly underneath it was a wispy slip of green and blue colors. Her feet were clad in black heels fastened with small, silver bucklers and she wore a thin black choker across her neck. As usual (as she never left without it), Wish also wore the necklace that Aurora had given her - a beautiful piece of jewelry - a tiny tree amulet hanging on a thin, cold chain. If she had to be honest, she did not know if she was going to attend because of the fact that she was very much on her own. However, she thought it would be good to have a representative from Aurora’s Temple present at this magic, festive event.

Reid Feral
Reid figured that if he was going to go to the Masquerade Ball that he was going to make a statement, and make a statement was what he did as soon as he walked into the door. The Editor in Chief for The Chronicle was dressed in a sleeveless gown of white with a bodice that was laced with white strings. The skirt part of the dress was a made of many fluffy and lacey white layers. The hemming of the gown as well as the mask he wore was decorated with white feathers. Reid strode in with a rather smug look on his face over the glances he was getting, holding his head proud and high. He was the swan princess after all.

Sahar
Despite the fact that Elias was masked, the two guards that flanked on either side, not to mention the masses who bowed to him, none of these did anything to hide the fact the King had arrived. Normally Sahar would have been pleased, but the very idea that Deanna was lurking about somewhere close gave the healer cause for panic that the wanted woman would be immediately taken into custody. Sahar drained the wine in her glass to steady herself and strode over to where King Elias stood chatting with a few people. The King turned his attention to her and she bowed deeply to show her respect. "Gracious King, you honor us by attending the Ball. May I say that your costume is wonderful, my King and you look dashing." Sahar smiled at the young man and sent a silent prayer to the gods that Deanna did not take this moment to make an appearance in the Ballroom.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin had wandered away from Ita for a little bit to snarf down some of the yummylicious food when he caught sight of this exotic and stunning beauty who entered in a sea of radiant white who happened to be Reid Feral. Melvin's eyes went wide and the cheeseball that he had in his mouth dropped to the floor as he stared at this vision of perfection with blatant open mouthed oogling. "She's like a glorious angelic swan!" Melvin whispered and once more felt himself stirring against the tightness of his trousers, but then recalled his beloved Ita who was floating around here like the pixie princess she was. Melvin frantically slapped at his ever growing wood, hoping to shrink it back down to size. "Down boy....down...oh my goodness look at that purty mouth of hers! I..uh...wonder if she swallows," he whispered to himself.

Verial Akilara
Out of the corner of his eye, Verial saw Deanna walk by in her costume, a sly smile on her face as she headed out towards the terrace on the side of the ballroom. Verial paused in mid-sentence as he was talking to someone; the costume Deanna wore was an elegant one that seemed to highlight her every feature making her look beautiful for the moment she was in the ballroom. Verial hoped that her presence and those unique amber colored eyes of hers would go unnoticed for most of the night however. After shaking his head, Verial noticed Elias had entered. "Excuse me," Verial said to the person he was speaking with and he went to join Sahar, dipping in bow to the King of Aleris. "Welcome to Arthuran, King Elias."

Elias Lowell
When Sahar walked up to him, King Elias bowed in return to the exquisite looking, desert beauty. She was dressed in a gown that resembled Elysia's cerulean colored flowers, to which Elias nodded his approval and smiled. "Thank you, Lady Sahar. I dare say that you are looking lovely tonight." Elias looked at Sahar thoughtfully and added. "I do hope your new home is treating you well, as I know you originally hailed from Heruin." It was not just that however. He was wondering if she was doing better away from Layla Victoire. When Verial Akilara came forward, Elias bowed in return and nodded with a smile. "Lord of Arthuran, I am pleased to see Chaliceton is doing well and that both of you are fitting in here. Of course, I would like to talk business more, but as this is a party," Elias said with a pause and offered Sahar his hand, "I would like to ask Lady Sahar here for a dance." Elias didn't seem to be bothered by his short height in comparison to Sahar. He was still a good dancer all other points aside.

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna was quite content out on the terrace despite the chilled temperatures. Less people meant less conversation, less conversation meant less questions. From this vantage point, Deanna could see Elias Lowell making his entrance and groaned internally. Not that she was afraid of the boy King and what he would do if spotting her, but Deanna was only imagining the heart attack Sahar was having on her behalf. Deanna closed her eyes and let out a breath, wondering if it were possible to sneak back to her room unnoticed. She opened them only upon hearing her name being uttered, or rather the name of the false identity she was using and peered at one of the servants holding a tray of drinks. Deanna gazed longingly at the alcoholic beverages and nearly cried as she desired one so badly, but knew the moment she did take a drink, it would simply return on her. It wasn't worth it. Politely Deanna declined and continued to remain in the shadows, peering inside the ballroom before saying the hell with it and venturing inside. Deanna kept her head down to avoid eye contact, but a familair and most delicious scent halted her in her tracks. Deanna knew this scent extremely well and risked lifting her head to glance around with wide eyes. Wish? Each face was covered so it was difficult to tell at first, but as she moved and shoved people aside, Deanna evntually came upon a woman dressed as a butterfly, her wings a dead give away. The fae's back was to her, so Deanna swallowed the lump in her throat and said very softly, "Hello my friend."

Reid Feral
As he was walking about the room, Reid was trying to pick up on bits of conversation he could use for Aleris' newspaper and caught a leering set of eyes on him. This was not, however, a pair of eyes that was confused over the Swan Princess, but a pair of eyes that was quite lustful. Reid turned in Melvin's direction and blinked a few times at the man with a cat hair covered suit and roasted duck juice still on his chin. He looked like a blue lint roller. The man was also trying to rub out a very obvious erection as he oogled Reid. To this, Reid snickered and then blew Melvin a kiss from across the room. Afterwards, Reid went to fetch himself a very tall glass of wine if such a thing was possible here.

Wish
She had been setting at a table alone contemplating the thought of escape. Why on earth had she come to the Masquerade Ball alone with so many others who were linked hand in hand and dancing together? Wish cursed under her breath, careful that no one heard whatever it was that she was mumbling. She stood from her chair in an attempt to either find a dance partner as soon as possible or elegantly flee the scene when she heard a familiar voice behind her. A prickling sensation crept across Wish's spine slowly and she turned on her heels to recognize none other than Deanna DiCorvino. Wish kept her voice down - she was not that stupid - but she did take a deep breath. "You... I heard that... you were..." Wish swallowed and then looked Deanna up and down as if to verify this was real. Indeed, it was. "Oh, never mind. How did you come to be here out of all places?"

Sahar
Sahar stood proudly by Verial as greetings were exchanged and the desert beauty dipped her head, a faint smile gracing her lips. "You are too kind my King, and yes, though it has taken some time to adjust, I am finding Arthuran wild and lovely in all of its beauty." Her words were for Elias, but Sahar's eyes scanned the crowd from time to time as she looked out for Deanna. She almost gasped aloud seeing the woman so obvious in sight standing behind a woman dressed as a butterfy, but then the King asked her for a dance and Sahar could think of no other way to distract the young boy ruler by agreeing with a nod. "I would be honored my King to dance with you." She could not help the grin that formed as she looked down at the young man dressed as a fox with whom she was a head taller than. Still, she accepted his arm and allowed him to lead her into a less crowded area of socializing to where others danced to the music. Despite his young age, King Elias proved himself a worthy dance partner, quite adept on his feet and rather graceful in his moves. "My King can dance well. I am pleasantly surprised. Dancing is an underrated art in my opinion." Sahar glided around the dance floor with the young King leading her, smiling the entire time.

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna stood without words for a moment, drinking in the sight for sore eyes that was Wish in all of her loveliness. Amber eyes did not miss the pendant that hung around her neck and a brow rose in question. Deanna knew it was somehow connected to Aurora, Goddess of Spring, but in what way? Was Wish serving the Goddess now? Those questions would be brought up later and she tried not to smile as she regarded the stunned surprise bestowed upon her by Wish who couldn't seem to grasp the idea that Deanna was sadly indeed, alive and almost well. "I missed you as well," she drawled sarcastically in response to the fae's blunt greeting. "As to how I came to be here...," Deanna turned slowly to fasten her gaze upon a certain Lord dressed in similar unplanned fashion as she, warmth radiating in her features briefly. "Him. Because of him." She gestured with a nod of her head to Verial before turning back to Wish. "I am pleased to see you, Wish. You look well, but I do not see that mongrel mage hovering nearby. Did he miscalculate and turn himself into a toad?" Deanna could not help the snicker that followed for it was no surprise how much she loathed Victor Sage and always thought Wish deserved so much better than that piece of garbage.

Itarilde
This had been a big event for her to prepare for. She'd needed to make her dress, help Melvin find a suit, teach him how to dance, school him on manners, and hope to the gods she didn't end up apologizing to the entire attendance. She had labored, struggled, and been so nervous, she had feared being the laughing stock of the whole night. Her impossibly seemingly untameable snowy locks had been brushed to a lusterous brilliance and curled, naturally with some help. Small flowers fashioned into a headband of sorts adorned her locks of silken snowy tresses and there was an beautiful white flower, with a violet center set just above her left ear. A gown of violet adorned her slender figure, hugging her curves lushiously, yet still tastefully. The strapless bodice seemed molded to her figure, yet allowed her freedom of movement, especially for her wings. They weren't part of the costume, but part of her, yet they seemed as if they belonged as part of the costume. In other words, none would know she was a real Faery without closer inspection. Bangles of silver held fabric in drapes which flowed about her form with every movement, and even her slippers were pale violet. A beautiful butterfly mask hid her identity, and a small silvery tiara completed the costume.

Verial Akilara
He could not help but grin ever so slightly as Sahar and her dance partner, Elias, glided out onto the dance floor, the desert magae a few feet taller than her King. Verial's eyes scanned the room and he was pretty sure he saw Edgar off in the corner with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. In that moment, Verial made it part of his mission tonight to get the old butler to ask Sahar for a dance as well. He moved to fetch himself a glass of wine and when Verial came back into the ball room, his gaze found Deanna talking to a familiar and unexpected fae - Wish Star. Briefly, Verial saw Deanna’s gaze flicker towards him and Wish’s as well. He looked at them both with questioning odd colored eyes behind his mask. If two women were talking about him, it was probably not good.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin shot a look toward his fairy princess, admiring how pretty she was, how that color suited her complexion and smiled proudly. That was his Ita. Always. Melvin did glance toward the lovely swan woman and tee-hee'd when she blew him a kiss. With a cheeky grin, he reached out his hand and caught it before shoving his fist down the front of his pants and winked at Reid. Whistling to himself, Melving plucked some appetizer off a silver tray and sniffed it. His nose wrinkled as it smelled suspiciously of fish, but he ate it anyway. As the werewolf in human skin wandered about, his nose caught the whiff of a familar person, one he had not scented since the tidal waves. "OH MY GOODNESS!" Melvin gushed as he rushed over to Verial dressed similarly in avian fashion. "It's you! The stable guy...girl...err...whatever! You're my Ita's uncle...aunt....yeah that!" Melvin grabbed Verial by his shoulders, startling the Lord of Arthuran and yanked him into a bone crushing hug. "'Member me? I was fuzzier when you saw me last. The werewolf in the stables? 'Member the flood? '

Wish
Her hands laced in front of her stomach, not quite knowing what to do. At Deanna's initial sarcasm, Wish let half a frown grace her features. She was not upset to see Deanna in the slightest - just unable to draw forth proper questions and reactions. Wish let out a sigh and followed Deanna's gaze as she turned her head towards Verial Akilara. "Verial? Then that means... he..." Wish clamped her hands over her mouth then and thought back to the article on in The Chronicle that stated Deanna's disappearance. There was a content expression on Deanna's face when the woman glanced at Verial and Wish smiled ever so slightly as Deanna's attention turned back to her. "Please do not mistake me though. I am happy to see you, just surprised and confused." Wish laughed a little, but any happiness she previously had was a distant memory. Her lips dropped once more into a frown and she stared at the toes of the black heels she wore. "I do not know where Victor Sage is." She said nothing else, though her disappointment and sadness was evident, especially with the way her wings drooped ever so slightly.

Itarilde
And now she wanted to crawl under a table and be invisible. She appeared about sixteen-ish now, though whether this was just a thing for the party, or perhaps even something permament, even she wasn't sure quite yet. Violet eyes speckled with golden flecks took in all that she could see and when Melvin rushed to Verial, she felt her heart give a violent shudder. Kyrian's father, her uncle, was here and she had no idea what the hell she'd say to him! She flashed Melvin a smile and then watched those dancing. Everyone save Verial and Melvin were strangers to her. Skirts gathered in one hand, she tucked her wings against her back so as not to wing-bash anyone and she drifted over to the refreshments to see about procuring something to drink; her mouth had suddenly felt rather dry.

Ameerah Sultan
The Masquerade Ball in Arthuran. She'd almost forgotten all about it, to be honest. The invitation had arrived days earlier and with everything going on she'd pushed it to the back of her mind though she had made it public knowledge among those in Drybrush lest they wish to attend. She'd told Valorius all about Zalika and Discord and how she'd dealt with his soldier, taking much pride in the fact that she'd not killed the woman. There was too much to do, though, to let that one thing weigh her down and for the next few days she had seen to the repairs that were being undertaken in Al'Sir and Drybrush. Her trip to Sarheed had been pushed back but she was ever mindful of the need to visit the camp. She might have declined the invitation to the Ball all together had not Valorius reminded her of the last time they had attended a Ball together, a Masked ball at that, and she had been incapable of saying no. In a nod to that memory she had sent for the same gown she'd worn that night, a dark blood red creation designed in the French Creole style, the corseted top leaving her shoulders bare save for the two thin strips of lace that acted as straps. A peplum draped over the floor length underskirt before being gathered behind her where it fell in a shortened train. Dark red hair was pulled back from the face and allowed to fall down her back, the mask the one she always wore, though the bands of energy snaking through the blackened mask was glowing a dark red. About her neck was the deSade Blood Diamond. That masked ball those many years ago was the night she'd worn the symbol of leadership for their pack for the first time, in fact. As ready as she was going to get she'd taken Valorius' hand, smiling at the way he looked in his finery, before taking them to Arthuran with her unique talents. They appeared just outside of Northsea, Verial's estate, her shoulders draped in white fur against the cold of the continent though she was mostly impervious to it. Glancing to Valorius she squeezed his hand, "Ready for this shit?"

Verial Akilara
The Lord of Arthuran had been busy thinking over what Deanna and Wish were talking about and sipping his wine in the process when there was a strange scent in the air. Verial inhaled, sniffing a few times as the smell got closer and closer. Verial was just about to turn and find the offending smell when he came face to face with an excited looking man. This man, the obvious owner of the stinky, wet dog smell (that was it), grabbed Verial by the shoulders and then shook him into a bone-crushing hug. Verial lost his breath and tried to squirm free. "Ita's Uncle... Yes. I remember... in the... stables..." All of this was said through gasps of air, but Verial did recall the werewolf with abnormally sized testicles swinging freely about, though now he appears as a man. "You didn't... eat my... horses did... you? Oh gods.. let me... GO." After Melvin would drop Verial back onto his feet, Verial rubbed his ribs which ached painfully and tried to catch his breath, doubling over slightly.

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna was hardly surprised at Wish's reaction, as obviously word had spread regarding her escape from the Grand City dungeon. Nor was she surprised to hear that Victor had tucked his tail between his legs and ran off and away from Wish, but the sadness and disappointment that was visible on the fae caused anger to bubble inside of Deanna, her hands subtly curling into fists. 'If I see that bastard, I will kill him slowly and painfully, as he deserves', she thought to herself. Deanna uncurled her fingers and reached out to grasp Wish's hand within her own. "What does not destroy us, nourishes us, is that not so?" Deanna turned once more to glance at Verial only to see him being accosted by some strange man in a bird mask, blinking as the man was rubbing himself against Verial? "Erm...the Lord has found a friend it would seem. I should rescue him, but...," Deanna turned back to Wish and smiled. "Maybe later. It isn't every day I see my favorite fae who looks beautiful by the way."

Itarilde
Once she'd browsed through the drinks and settled on punch, she still wasn't sure if she was ready to face her uncle. She had made sure Melvin bathed extremely well, dangit. He better not stink already! On dainty feet she drifted through the crowd towards the pair, violet eyes watching them intensely as she hoped Melvin didn't hurt Verial too badly. The last weeks hadn't been easy on her, or for her, but she was nothing if not a survivor. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she came up beside Melvin, who thankfully was in his human guise, and cleared her throat. "Melvin..let him breathe." she murmured softly.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin was grinning like a happy fool and dancing around as he held Verial (who was a boy he found out!) until the guy complained like a little bitch that he had an ouchie, but Melvin was busy babbling about not eating his horse, a fact he was proud of, until he heard Ita's sweet trill behind him. Without hesitating, he let Verial go and waited until the girly man caught his breath again. Melvin reached for Ita and pulled his beloved pixie next to his side. "Your uncle is here Ita! And he's purple too!" Melvin chuckled and while Verial resumed his normal coloring, Melvim nuzzled the top of Ita's head. "Not quite as lovely purple as your gown, my Lil Bug, but close enough." Melvin grew quiet then as he realized that this particular uncle was the one whose son Kyrian was killed, the same Kyrian that Ita lost it for weeks over. He slapped his head with the palm of his hand and muttered, "Oh man. Sorry about your son. I am. I heard how he was killed and want you to know I did NOT do it!"

Valorius Malku
Passed His Eyes Along The Estate And Sighed Softly. It Wasn't That He Didn't Want To Go To A Ball But – Wait, Yes It Was. Parties Were Something He'd Never Really Enjoyed. People You Didn't Care Enough About To See Regularly Suddenly Thrown Into A Room With You. Everyone Acting Civil And Interested When Truth Be Told They Wanted To Eat The Free Food, Drink The Free Liquor, And Possibly Get Laid Before The Night Was Over. She Asked Him If He Was Ready And He Gave The Most Believable Smile He Could. "Oh yeah. I couldn't have any more Yuletide spirit if there was a wreath around my neck and and a pine tree up my..." She Nudged Him And He Grinned As They Headed For The Door And Made Their Way In. Ameerah Was Dressed To Impress As Always, And Him? A Pair Of Black Slacks With Matching Shirt And Dark Brown Leather Vest. A Crimson Overcoat Draped Over It All, And Gold Embroidery Ran All Along The Back And Sleeves In Intricate Patterns. He Might've Dressed For The Party, But He Kept His Hat. A Solid Black Klondike Style That Fit His Head Perfectly And Was Kept Low To Hide The Better Part Of His Eyes. With Her Arm Wrapped Around His He Looked Over The Main Hall Of The Estate. A Once Over Was Given To All Those Who'd Gathered And He Leaned In To Whisper To Her; "It's like the parties they used to have back home...you know, without all the back room sex and regret." Already He Was Thinking About The Barracks And The Western Region Of Heruin. There Were A Few Things He Had To Take Care Of, But For Right Now It Was ~Party Time~. "Ok..time to be social. Who here do we know that won't take it personal when I stop talking to them?"

Soul
His huge figure strode through the door to the ball room. His seven foot form was encased in a shiny leather jacket that trailed to behind his knees. The jacket had shiny silver clasps polished to perfect, Syvern had been royally raised, even with the secondary nature of Souls less-regal mind the lost prince required perfection. The pants he wore were silk and black leading to polished leather boots that shone in the candlelight. He removed his coat a few feet into the ballroom, to a shock to some his right arm was encased in full plate-armor similar to the gauntlet Soul wore. The metal was bright silver and polished with like everything else with the runes of Obstinata etched into the material. He wore soft white long sleeve tunic covered by a black vest with vertical pin-stripes of crimson, the color of Obstinata. His left hand, encased in a crimson silk glove, lifts to adjust the mask covering the top half of his face. His beard had grown since the combining with Soul leaving it full on his face, joining at the sides with his shoulder length black hair. The mask itself was black, with one blue and one crimson eye staring out through eye-holes. The mask seemed to shift colors as he turned his head this way and that scanning faces that Soul semi-knew but that Syvern himself had never met before. The black shifted crimson and then white and then black again with each turn of his head. He sets up near a wall, taking on the mentality of Soul. No rum to be had yet though.

Wish
She was sure that Deanna meant well, but her anger and claim for vengeance was unwanted at the time. Trying to hide any tears behind closed eyelids, Wish took a deep breath and then turned her head away from her shoes to look back up at Deanna. "Thank you, Deanna, but I'm sure it's not really worth it... killing him that is." Wish bit her lower lip and shook her head, making an attempt to put on a brave and happy face now. She nodded in response to Deanna's words as the other woman comfortingly took her hand, all thoughts of revenge to the side for now. Wish turned her attention with Deanna as she looked towards Verial who was being fiercely embraced by some other man and Wish laughed lightly. "Thank you. You look lovely as well. And what may I call you?" Surely Wish could not go around calling her 'Deanna'.

Sylvana Snow
The Oblivion Mountains had housed the hybrid female for a while now since near halloween and yet she found herself in town. Noticing a notice to one and all a ball. It had been the same notice she'd seen off and on for the last week or so whenever she came to town to stock her small little camp. She had felt the tug of pack about the world, the strongest of course was here. Which was why, with perhaps a beat of intepid fear and unwanting she had taken the time to get a dress. She didn't dress up normally, it hindered her movements and so easily, a dress was ruined which is why she usually wore a oversized male shirt laced like that of a pirate and black leather pants anymore. It was easier and just as quick to replace. Still she'd done her best this time even going so far to take the dress she'd bought and well did a few alterations. Her white blonde hair fell down her spine to her hips as she fastened her snow flake earrings and several small hoops. Winter ice blue eyes fastened upon the ground under her. It was growing colder, so much colder and she was perfectly happy in it. Winter was her favorite time of year, she could play so much more. So as her fingers gripped her dress she slid it into place. Delicate silvery ice blue that was sleaveless dess that was tight about her bust as she laced it into place but fell to her feet in soft folds. She wore strapped up silver slippers that laced up her legs. It took time with all the laces, it was no wonder she prefered pants or a simple robe, or just naked. That was always nice too at least she thought so. About her neck was the pendant she never took off, that of the deSade wolves that had a droplet of Ameerah's blood within from so long ago when she was much younger. Over the dress she dropped a single sleaved layer of frothy silvery thread that was at small points looked like snow angled and unique in it's design, it had taken her forever to sew it and design it. What's more she'd had to sneak home in order to get it. Still she topped it with her dark blue cloak when she'd simply faded from her camp and would appear just outside the house the grand ball was to be. She smelt people, a great deal and though she'd gone hunting previously, one of the dual sets of fangs lengthened ever so slightly. A strange man that seemed to have a fondness for black was just at the doorway. She slid a silvery blue mask into place, embrodered with the same silvery snow flakes as the top layer of her dress. She was over dress in her opinion, again she'd rather just be naked running through the woods. Still she'd walk with a slow almost predatorily graceful swayed step. Her pale skin alabaster and almost transluscent in the light as the winter wolf made her way for the ball. One step at a time until she'd get to the door.

Itarilde
Ooof'ed as she was pulled against him and grabbed his arm. Damned heels, she wasn't used to them! "Hey hey hey....no messing up my hair or drooling on the flowers. You -promised-, remember? It took me -three- hours to get my hair this tame." For those closest to her, they knew her hair was usually a wild, windblown mess, that no comb or brush could tame. It's as if her snowy tresses were allergic to grooming items like combs and brushes. "It's violet..like my eyes." Still, violet was shade of purple, so she just smiled. And then there it went at the mention of Kyrian. Aghast, she nudged Melvin in the ribs, knowing it was still likely a very touchy subject for Verial, cause it was for her. "He probably knows it wasn't you, fuzzball. Let's just enjoy our time here." Fearing an angry Uncle suddenly, she frowned slightly. "Sorry..he's not trying to be rude, cruel, or anything. He just doesn't have the grace of manners most of these other folks do." she whispered to her uncle, hoping he would forgive Melvin for his bluntness. She had got Kyrian's feather, and she had preserved it too.

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna shrugged. "It isn't like I bothered to hide my identity here at the Ball, but Sahar insisted I go by Lady Amelia." Deanna shifted her gaze once more to Verial who was engaging in conversation with a young lady and that wierd guy who groped him, and wondered how impolite it would be to entice Verial to flee with her to his room for the remainder of the evening. Deanna supressed a sigh and turned to Wish, forcing a smile. "Tell me then, Firecracker, what you have been up to as of late. I heard at one point you were in Arthuran, but after that...," Deanna trailed off and gestured with a wave of her hand. "Do you reside here still or in the City?" To anyone else it appeared the two ladies were having polite converation, and it was true Deanna did indeed miss Wish terribly and wanted to play catch up, there was a part of Deanna that believed her encounter with Wish was no accident.

Verial Akilara After Melvin had released him from his bear hug, Verial gave a noticeable sniff to his own clothing hoping any of Melvin's wet dog smell didn't rub off on him. Much to his relief, Melvin had admitted that he never ate any of Verial's horses. After Verial caught his breath, Melvin proudly pulled Ita to his side and showed her off. Verial was about to say something, but shut his mouth when Melvin mentioned Kyrian's death. Instead of appearing angry or livid though, Verial looked somewhat confused wondering why on earth Melvin would need to claim he did not kill Kyrian. "I didn't think you did," Verial said after a long while. Verial nodded as Ita explained to him in whisper about Melvin's lack of expertise on a thing called tact. He only smiled softly and shook his head. "It's fine, Ita. I am happy to see that you both made. You look very pretty and," Verial paused a little, "grown up." How the little sprite jumped from her younger age to that of a 16 year old girl, Verial did not know or question.

Ameerah Sultan
Escorted into the Ball on Valorius' arm she paused as the butler greeted them and took their names. Admitted into the hall she paused again to take in the spectacle before them, the glittering room bedecked with evergreen boughs, the other guests dressed in ostentatious elegance. Valorius was right, it was very much like the balls once held at the Palace in Eternelle Lune, just without the inherent sense of sexuality that was pervaded life in the Empire. And yet..."I wouldn't count out the back room sex, V. Considering who the guests of this little shindig are likely to be, I bet there is plenty of lust and hatred to go around." Lust, hatred, so often either of them could lead to sex, or violence, which would suit in a pinch. Adjusting the white fur drape about her shoulders she let her fingers play over the bronze clasp. It had been a gift, many years ago, given to her when she'd become Alpha, draped over her shoulders by the Pilgrim himself in recognition of her status despite the fact that he was a lycan and she loup garou. Yes, it was wolf fur, the pelt of the wolf she'd killed to take over the pack. He'd become a white wolf, just as she did, the pack alpha's the only ones capable of it. Hearing Valorius' voice she grinned and let her eyes stop on a server carrying a tray of drinks. "I wonder if Verial was smart enough to arrange for some of my..imports, for tonight. Probably not but that's alright, I brought a little something along." Her smile widened as she glanced to the server, her left hand rising as she motioned the girl over. Two glasses were quickly snatched from the tray, one of them offered to Valorius as she thanked the girl, "Circle around here about every fifteen minutes, cher." Turning back to Valorius she was in the process of consuming the woefully normal liquor when she felt it. It seemed the ball would play host to more than one wolf tonight.

Wish
Thankfully, at what seemed like just the right moment, a server came by offering the two ladies glasses of wine. Wish took one gratefully as it appeared Deanna and her might possibly fall into a lengthy discussion. Still, Wish did take note of the way Deanna kept glancing to Verial, as if longingly, and Wish smiled warmly in response. "After the tidal wave incident, I traveled to Arthuran to help Madrin Kir save his adopted daughter's legs. Once that was finished, I wandered about Arthuran and then eventually made way back to Eiler in the aftermath of the other war." Wish pursed her lips together knowing very well that Deanna knew what war she spoke of and that it might be a sore subject to bring up. Wish attempted to skip over it, however gracefully she could. "I then made a visit to Aurora's Temple to pay her homage and she offered me position of her Paladin. I accepted." Her words were washed down with a swallow of wine and Wish nodded to Deanna. "I purchased some plots of land on an island nestled in the middle of Eiler. I plan to stay there. You are welcome to visit, so long as it is safe. I am sure you miss the sun on occasion."

Soul
A female servant passes nearby and the lost prince reaches out to snag a drink off the tray, his eyes also move to the woman’s body his nose picking up the light scent of berries. He lifts the drink, feeling obligatory that since he was here he may as well drink. His body was similar to Souls, the acidic blood prevented the alcohol from ever affecting his body but unlike the arraki the lost prince enjoyed the taste of finer liquor. He took short controlled sips and swirled the liquid around his tongue. He felt slightly uncomfortable, with the presence of Soul pressing in the back of his mind. The arraki was not a fan of balls, nor being so well dressed no one could deny that he was a warrior at best and a scoundrel at worse. One crimson eye and one blue eye swip from face to face and over what they were wearing. They hover on Deanna as Soul places he as the host of Sharay during the sacking of Grand City before flickering on to the next face. The next servent pieces with an appetizer of some kind, he picks this up with his armored hand his gloved left hand cradling the glass of his drink. His ears seem to twitch ever so lightly, the lost prince was listening.

Valorius Malku
He Nodded While Taking The Drink From Her. "Yeah, so did I." She Wasn't The Only One Who Doubted What She Was Importing Would've Made It To The Nights Festivities. A Sip Of The Glass And He Smiled A Little. It Was Good And Expensive. Just Because He Couldn't Get Tipsy Off Of Alcohol Didn't Mean He Was Ignorant About It. Sometimes The Taste Was What You Were After, And That Was Kind Of The Point Of Everything Wasn't It? The Party? The Making Nice With People You Might Otherwise Never Even Notice. A Taste Of Something Far From Real And All That. After All This It Would Be Back To The World, Back To The Broken Down World Outside. To Be Honest Though He Was Looking Forward To It, And It Would Be A Lie To Say He Didn't Know Where The Sudden Interest In Getting His Hands Dirty Came From. There Were Still Surprises To Be Found, Like What Had Happened The Night Before. Not Even Ameerah Had All The Details Yet. Just A Slaughtered Encampment And A Lot Of Writing To Be Done. He Had Killed Quite A Few People And Every Last One Had Deserved It 10 Fold. One Of Them Especially. That One – He Showed Him Just How Liberating Satisfied Rage Could Be. Beyond That, He'd Also Witnessed That Along With His Altered Perspective, Certain Physical Traits Seemed To Have Adjusted As Well. A Left Arm That Wasn't Nearly Such A Burden Anymore (Even Though The 'Misty Light'[ EffectWas Still A Little Frustrating From Time To Time) And A Chain That Turned To Something More – Threatening. Yes. There Were Still Surprises. What Wasn't A Surprise Though Was Ameerah's Sudden -Tensing-. The Look Was Plain As Day In Her Eyes. "Who's here?"

Sylvana Snow
The alpha and the mate were present, she sensed them on the continent almost immediately as she was sure they'd sensed her. She'd chosen to make a home on the frozen land that suited her so well although tonight she'd make forth the effort to help the pack in any way the Lady wished. It was after all , her duty and honor to always serve her cousin. At times even being a heavy for whatever scheme she wished in the past. Although she was more of one to deliver finishing blows, she did so hate to hear screaming. It brought out her darker side she worked hard to control, and control was not something she had the most grasp of as often she lost control and would rampage. It was those times, she wished for Nati or Akuma to slap her firmly into place. They'd been able to redirect her, she had no doubt the Lady had the same control if not more so. She'd missed them, her friends and family, her trainers before well she'd changed. Shadows tool hold within those silvery winter eyes of hers for a moment before fleetingly fading like a snowflake on the night's wind. Drifting she kept moving forward until she reached the grand doorway. A tug and pang resonated through her and her head came up rather proudly as she kept walking until she entere the building behind the black encased male. Once within the main room where most people seemed to have gathered, she made no attempt for alcohol, instead her icy blue eyes swept the crowd.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin's grin was in full force as he hugged Ita at his side. "She does look beautiful, doesn't she?" Though anyone in their right mind could see how uncomfortable and jittery the young fae girl was tonight, most likely due to the high strung, loud and abrasive weirdo who accompanied her to the Ball, said weirdo couldn't have been happier. The bird mask he wore was dropping feathers left and right, and several Ball guests were sneezing every time he came close to them, probably from the cat hair he covered himself in, and of course Melvin was drawing stares each time he scratched and shifted his impressively large globes that were squished against the tightness of the trousers he wore, but all in all, Melvin was having a blast. Muddy brown eyes grew impossibly wide and his nostrils flared when he caught sight of another passing servant holding a tray of goodies. "Balls made of meat! I'm going to shove as many of those balls in my mouth!" He exclaimed rather loudly. Kissing Ita on the top of her wee head, Melvin hurried an, "excuse me!" before dashing off toward the serving girl, nearly bowling her over as he confiscated her plate and began shoving as many tiny meatballs in his mouth. "Fank yew veddy muth!" He squealed with joy, spraying the poor gal with bits of chewed up meat as he happily chewed and attempted to talk at the same time. "Ida muth try dese!" Melvin crammed a few more in his mouth as he turned his head toward the love of his life and waved at her with greasy fingers.

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna politely declined the wine offered to her and instead listened as Wish informed her of her ongoings since she had last seen the fae which was before she died interestingly enough. Wish was kind enough to continue the conversation and not dwell upon the last war or the unpleasant matters that happened as a result, and Deanna was grateful for that, though she did nothing to hide how impressed she was when Wish proudly stated she was now a Paladin of Aurora. "Impressive, Wish, though forgive me for finding humor that a former goddess now serves a current one." Deanna chuckled some, having found out that bit of information from Verial one night. Wish Star...goddess. None of it surprised Deanna for she always knew there was something special about the fae woman, not counting her blood. Thinking about that particular moment caused Deanna to grin to herself, but she did not make mention of such. Quickly she sobered and arched a brow upon finding out Wish's recent purchase of land...on an island no less. Deanna was quiet for a moment as she digested this news. "I see. How wonderful for you," she said with genuine warmth. "Perhaps I shall take you up on your generous offer," she smiled some. *Sooner than you think* she thought privately, her hands folding to rest upon the not yet noticable swell of her abdomen.

Soul
The ball seemed more of a dull affair at least to the lost prince whose other half was more accustomed to back allies and shadowed taverns. He sipped on the drink he had acquired the ever shifting black, white and red mask hiding his eyes. His armored right hand adjusts the red-pin striped black vest he wore over his long sleeved white tunic. The armor on his right was shined to almost blinding and servants glanced almost warily at it, not many came to a ball ready for battle. The lost prince was always ready for battle not that he expected much trouble at such a lavish ball. He watched the King dance with a woman he did not know, he meant to speak to Elias soon, his part in the assassination of the Magistrate of Jade had not been without wish for personal gain.

Itarilde
It wasn't easy and might not last long, but she was determined to try and keep the older look for a while. Being 'ten' forever was growing to the point of insanity for her some days. Other girls all around the realm had boobs, were growing in height, were filling out, maturing physically. Why shouldn't she?! Her mental maturity always exceeded her physical one and while it seemed natural to her, she knew it was highly unnatural to others. She couldn't look ten until she was dead, could she?! She didn't wanna think about that right now though. Oh dear goddesses, she wanted to find a tiny closet to hide in and she was trying her hardest to not notice the weird looks, stares, dropped jaws, and looks of disgust from other guests. She had cautioned Melvin about his displays of public scratching, though he seemed he had a short-term memory. She wondered if he had been into something sweet before they got here due to his hyperness. Or maybe he'd drunk about three pots of coffee. She was beyond jittery, she was glad her mask her hid most of her blushing and she couldn't bare to look a soul in the eye other than Melvin for fear they'd laugh them out of the room. People sneezing, and outright gawking at her date had her wishing she could just put them all to sleep or throw a spell on them to make them forget, or to remember Melvin was the life of the party. Her eyes widened impossibly large as she watched him go right for the meat balls and nearly knock over the poor maid serving them. A hand covered her mouth in what to some might be horror, but for her, she was trying to keep her composure and sanity. "Melvin...eat your food, don't spray it." she reminded him once she drew near him. Taking Melvin to a social function was like taking a bull to a china shop and setting it loose. "Remember those manners we went over? Your supposed to act like a gentleman amongst people." Looked to the serving girl apologetically. "Sorry...he's not used to such fine dining." If there were any left, she'd grab one by the toothpick they were speared on and try one. Nevertheless, she loved the big crazy wolf, though she'd tried to help him remember stuff!

Elias Lowell
About three or four songs had passed and the lovely healer Elias had chosen to dance with, the desert magae Sahar, had kept up with him every step of the way. By the end of their dance, Elias and Sahar were laughing over some private conversation they had shared. Elias escorted her over to the side of the room and bowed deeply. "I could not have asked for a better dance partner, Lady Sahar. It was a pleasure but I believe as the king, it is time for me to socialize a bit. Hopefully if Eiler ever has its own festival, we shall become dance partners again." Elias smiled softly, standing to his full height which was not very tall at all, and departed from Sahar's company to walk about the room and engage in conversation with anyone who might approach him on the eve of the Winter Masquerade Ball.

Verial Akilara
Part of him did not know how to take Melvin. The first night Verial had met the estranged werewolf, he had wished the beast died with the upcoming tidal wave. No such luck. It seemed Melvin, despite all his stupidity, was bound to stay alive. If there was an apocalypse, Melvin would survive, just like cockroaches. Still, Verial could not stop himself from laughing as Melvin bounded off, squealing in delight about balls of meat and knocking over a servant girl in the process. Ita, likely embarrassed by Melvin's sudden display of hyperactivity, blushed beneath the shade of her mask and went off to try and get him to settle down, profusely apologizing to the girl on Melvin's behalf. Seeing as he was now alone, Verial slipped quietly away to the side of the room, taking one more cautious whiff to make sure he had not picked up Melvin's wet dog smell.

Sahar
Indeed she had not realized how charming the young King could be. Graceful on his feet, which was strange for someone so young, the King Elias was an old soul trapped in the body of an adolescent, and he continuously amazed Sahar with his wit and playful banter. Sahar was all smiles and laughter as they chatted but then Elias admitted it was time for him to socialize and Sahar apologized for monopolizing the King's time. "Of course, Majesty." She dipped her head to him. "Of course," she grinned with a gleam in her eye. "I trust you will save me another dance before this night ends." Sahar drifted off toward Edgar who beamed broadly to the young desert healer when she requested a dance from him. "Come Edgar, let us show these people how to waltz." The older man wasted no time taking Sahar by the hand and leading her out onto the dance floor where indeed, he put many to shame with his elegant moves.

Wish
She made a face, as if she had swallowed something bad and washed it down with a sip of her wine. "So, someone let the cat out of the bag about my past, hm?" Wish looked around the crowed on tip toes to try to see Verial, as it was likely he who informed Deanna of her past, though it seemed he had somehow managed to slip away from his company. Wish turned back to Deanna and nodded her head. "I believe the position as Paladin will be good for me and hopefully... Aleris." She smiled gently, a bit proud of herself on her recent accomplishment. Thoughts of Aurora and what Deanna was saying made Wish wonder though. Did the little hints that Aurora gave Wish have something to do with Deanna? In any case, Wish shrugged slightly appearing to look thoughtful. "I do hope the land is okay and that it hasn't been covered in water from the tidal wave. I have yet to visit there."

EvilWereBeast
Melvin wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and adopted a wounded dog look. "Ita...I...I'm sorry. I'm like totally embarrassing you, aren't I?" He lowered his head, his lower lip sticking out and he kicked at some confetti upon the floor. "It's just that this is so awesome, and I'm a little excited." He shrugged and slipped one last meatball into his pocket to save for later, ready to slink away when a brilliant idea occurred to him. His head snapping up, Melvin waggled his brows at Ita and flexed his muscles, posing in that dead sexy way he believed Ita loved and adored. "Ya know what? The hell with these stuffy stuck up snobs. They're lucky I'm not humping their legs for shits and giggles." Melvin grinned wickedly and hipthrusted in Ita's direction. "Lil Bug...wanna dance with a big bad wolf?"

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna tried to smother her laughter. "You plan to relocate in an area you have yet to even visit? That's ballsy, Wish." She shook her head, the fae never ceasing to amaze her. From the moment Wish entered into her tavern (sniff), Deanna knew life with the fae around wouldn't be dull, that was for sure. Deanna caught Wish glancing toward Verial who seemed to be unoccupied presently and nudged her friend gently. "Perhaps you should ask the one who released your cat for a dance? If nothing else, you could berate him for his loose lips." She wasn't trying to get rid of Wish, not at all. Unfortunately Deanna needed some fresh air as she felt slightly nauseated. Perhpas it was the smell of food, alcohol or the reek of various scents of perfume that was causing it. At one point she swore she smelled the foulness of wet dog, but whatever it was, Deanna couldn't remaim inside any longer. As it was, she was trying to keep the smile plastered on her face for Wish's sake as she broke out in a clammy sweat. "Um, would you excuse me for a moment?" Deanna did not wait for Wish's response as she hurried toward the terrace, shoving people out of her way until finally the cold crisp night air hit her face and Deanna's eyes bugged out of her head in a frantic search for a private quiet area. A short way down was vacant of anyone and Deanna found the perfect spot to lose her earlier lunch behind a pillar, standing awkwardly as to avoid splattering her shoes or gown while she retched.

Itarilde
She was glad it was warm in the ball room, cause it was freezing outside. She had thought her wings would turn to wingsicles! Bare arms were draped in pale violet trains of fabric which seemed to move about her as if a breeze danced around her when she moved. Even for one so young, she had grace on an almost otherworldly level, yet like any young woman going to her first real social event, she had so many butterflies in her stomach, she wasn't sure she could eat anything much. Yet there was so much to try! Grabbed his face between her delicate pale hands and then stood on tip toe to kiss his cheek. "No frowning and sulking. Suck that lower lip back in too, you also have something in your teeth." When she realized he'd been saving food in his pocket, she peeked into it."Your going to ruin your suit by doing this, I'm sure there's plenty to go around." She then whispered into his ear, knowing just how to make him feel better. "Besides, I have the handsomest fella here. I'm excited too, and this is -way- awesome. I don't know what to do first, honestly." she admittedl quietly. Everyone else had friends or acquaintances to catch up with. She had an Uncle here and Melvin, no one else. "Oh no...please no humping. I don't need you thrown in the dungeon...if they have one here in this frozen place." When he started posing, she giggled and stepped back. "I thought you'd never ask. I'd love to see if you have two left feet." she teased. "Are you sure your not the devil in disguise under all that wolf?" she jested next, though was curious about both. She waited til he offered his hand and then took it so he could lead her out to the dance floor.

EvilWereBeast
Normally dancing to Melvin would have been nothing more than gyrating his hips and waving his hands in the air like he just didn't care, which he didn't. However, Itarilde had been giving him private dance lessons, which to his dismay did not include any of the horizontal kind, so he was prepared (sorta) to dance like a regal gentleman. The fact that Ita no longer appeared the young child and had blossomed into a lovely young woman did nothing to curb his desire to reach out and grab a handfull of booby. BOOBS! Ita had boobs now! It was all Melvin could do to restrain himself from burying his head in that sweet sweet bosom of hers and rubs his face all over her newly acquired set of melons. They were not as big as his awe inspiring globes, but they were enough, damn it! Melvin found himself drooling at the idea of motorboating Ita, and wiped at the line of moisture that collected in the corners of his mouth. "Devil? Me? Naw. I'm more like the gimpy cockeyed imp who cleans the devil's arse when he takes a dump." Melvin ran a tongue over his teeth and sucked a bit of meat that was stuck before grinning cheekily to Ita. He took her in his arms and twirled her around, bumping into Masqueraders (heh) left and right until Ita regained control of the situation and set Melvin right and proper. Soon the werewolf in human clothing began waltzing, counting the steps out between clenched teeth and trying hard not to step on Ita's dainty feet.

Wish
"It's not the most daring thing I've done. One might saying giving Victor Sage my heart was riskier than going out to an island that may potentially be submerged in water." Wish smiled faintly at Deanna and despite the reference to Victor, there was no real sadness on her face this time. At the suggestion of dancing with Verial, Wish shook her head in the negative. "Dance with the Lord of Arthuran? I would not dare. We have a strange history and it would only be awkward for either of us." Wish winked a little and then looked a bit surprised as Deanna asked to be excused so she could run off. A brow arched on Wish's forehead curious as to Deanna's sudden departure. Wish, fortunately was a healer, so it did not take her less than a few seconds to realize Deanna was about to vomit all over her pretty black shoes if she didn't make a hasty retreat. But why? Wish looked up at the decorated ceiling of the ballroom in thought.

Soul
Elias had seperated from his dance partner and the lost prince found himself putting himself in motion to put himself in the path of the King. When they were close he bowed his head with respect, "King Elias." He was much taller than the King, towering at nearly seven feet and weighing in close to three hundred pounds. "We've never met, formally." He spoke quietly, his voice low. "I participated in the defense of Grand City when the Goddess Sharay was sacking it and in defense of Alerian guards just recently." He took a drink, "I've also been informed of the nasty business with the magistrate in Jade City. The killer was none other than one of my brothers which whom I have dealt with, I would have brought you his head but our bodies tend to dissolve upon our deaths." He smiled a brief smile, "I was interested in helping with Jade City as many of the Almeddans are trying to secure power there." He stopped there, yes he had prior knowledge of the Almeddans wanting to assassinate the old magistrate but he wouldn't divulge such things, like Soul before him he did not wish blood shed upon anyway.

Madrin
At first Madrin didn't want to come to the Winter Masquerade ball. However, since Elias decided to attend duty bound the Lord Commander of Eiler as well. If he was going to go he decided to go with a symbolic costume. He didn't know where the people at First Impressions had gotten the light gray silk with a bluish tint. They called the color dove gray so an idea formed in his mind. Madrin had a long sleeved tunic and matching pair of pants made from the fabric. The most interesting part was the hooded cape that was cut to appear like wings made of the same material. His wooden mask was attached to the hood and painted dove gray as well. Except for the small beak that went from the top of his nose to just bellow his upper lip that was a dull yellow color. He had no real feathers like the other costumed birds but, he was sure his outfit invoked the proper imagery of a bird of peace. King Elias would recognize Madrin since they arrived by the same means. However, he entered separately with the reasoning of having an unknown guard to step in, if someone attempted to harm the king. While walking the perimeter of the banquet hall he noted Verial in his raven costume thanks to his odd colored eyes. Madrin had informed Wish of the letter he received weeks ago. However, what she chose to do with that information was up to her. Also, He picked Sahar out thanks to the winter rose playing the part of hostess. Next, he saw Wish the butterfly, thanks to her fey wings and the amulet of spring around her neck. She seemed lonely so Madrin decided to ask her to dance. Unfortunately, an auburn haired woman got there first. The warrior simply shook his head when he saw Deanna's eyes. Her simple use of thick makeup was not enough to disguise Deanna from someone who knew well how much minor changes could distort your appearance. Madrin only hoped Layla Victoire remained in Bariston.

Elias Lowell
Suddenly Elias was approached by a man at least five times his size in height and width. Elias blinked a little bit at first, but then bowed in return to the man before him. As Elias straightened himself, he listened to the man's story about how he had helped participate in the war. "On behalf of Grand City, I thank you for your assistance then. As you know, the extra hands were much neededto defend what was left." Elias' face turned a bit serious, the bad memory of Grand City's downfall due to Sharay flickering through his mind. The mention of Jade City business did spark Elias interest and he regarded the man with curiosity. "Your brother? Your heads dissolve? Interesting." Elias rested a hand under his chin for a moment and then dropped it back down to his side. "Tell me, please, what is your name?"

Madrin
When Deanna left in a hurry Madrin decided to ask for a dance from Wish so that he could deny interaction with the therianthrope if the question came up. Where by the abyss, was Sasha Iria Blackwolf and her twins Sasha and Shaun.

Soul
"It was not a problem, when innocents are at risk I am always willing to help." He stood back enough to give the smaller man room to breath so to speak, "Any time Grand City needs assistance I shall be available to help." He smiled warmly but firmly, "Our whole bodies disappear. Our blood is acidic and held back by a natural immunity and a magical barrier, it is pretty complicated. But once one of us dies the immunities only hold off for so long before we become nothing." He grimaced slightly internally as Soul made him feel the pain under his skin as Soul had lived it. "I am Syvern. Son of Prettiflower and Alexian De'Sylvanus brother to Soul, Black and Chaos, all three of which are deceased." He smiled again, "My parents may live, but in a different realm than this one. I am at your service King Elias."

Verial Akilara
Seeing that Deanna had once more stepped away from Wish and made way into the terrace, Verial followed suit. He wanted to have at least a few moments alone with Deanna and besides, the fresh air would do him good. Placing his empty wine glass on a serving platter as it went by, Verial expertly weaved through the crowd nodding quick acknowledgements and hellos to people. Deanna had made it to the terrace a few minutes before him, but she was not difficult to find. The sound of her retching and possibly gasping for air was enough to give her location away and Verial followed the sounds of illness. When he reached her, he saw her slightly hunched over and trying not to ruin her clothing. Verial placed a gentle hand on the back of her neck to draw her attention towards him. "Deanna, what's wrong?"

Madrin
Reguardless of his worries he approached Wish. "May I have this dance Miss Star." He was curious if she could tell it was him so he waited for her response. Thanks to his time with the Lady Ashley Gulwin Madrin knew the proper courtly dances well.

Wish
She had been lost in her thoughts, when a voice reached out to her asking for a dance. Wish drew her gaze away from the ceiling to regard the masked man before her. The voice was familiar, but without a face, Wish just couldn't seem to place it. She opened her mouth and after several long seconds, words finally came out. "Of course," she said with a smile as she headed out onto the dance floor, arm in arm with the man in the gray colored costume. Thankfully, Wish was also quite the skilled dancer, so waltzing about the room was not foreign to her. Once in dance, she tilted her head up to look at the man. "Who might this be, sir? You seem familiar."

Madrin
I'm a little disappointed you didn't place me as easily as I did you. Though I admit the necklace was a dead giveaway. His ice blue eyes met her olive ones and he whispered quietly. "It's Madrin my friend, fully healed and enjoying your company"

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna was just wiping the foulness from her mouth when she heard the sound of Verial's voice, felt his hand pressed against the back of her neck and a shriek followed by a stream of curses errupted from her mouth before she drew hastily away, her eyes impossibly wide at the possibility of being caught. "Gods!" Flustered, Deanna tried to regain composure as she placed a hand upon her heart and reminded herself to breathe normally. Grateful for the darkness to hide the furious blush in her cheeks, Deanna attempted cool by shrugging her shoulders and stated casually, "Oh, something I ate obviously did not agree with me, and honestly with all those people in there and their different scents that didn't help me, I well...well, you saw for yourself." Deanna was silent for a minute then cleared her throat and slowly walked past Verial, knowing he would follow her as she neared the entrance into the ballroom, but instead of heading inside, she signalled to a servant who was carrying a tray of tall flute glass with some sort of wine in it. Deanna grabbed a glass and took a drink, but instead of swallowing, she swished the alcohol in her mouth and quite unladylike, spit the offending drink back into her glass before handing it back to the openmouthed servant. "Um, you might want to rid yourself of that." Her lips twitched into a smile before turning her attention back to Verial who regarded her with curiousity and confusion at her behavior. "This party sucks. I hate being here," Deanna stated flatly as she folded her arms across her breasts, appearing rather annoyed. "And can you believe that asshole Lord of Arthuran has yet to ask me to dance or anything? What a prick." Deanna paused a beat as she leveled her amber gaze at him, and fighting a smile.

Elias Lowell
The King of Aleris nodded after listening to Syvern's explanation. "Ah, I am sorry to hear of the death of your other brothers at least." Elias was not sure he could feel sorrow for Syvern's other brother who had apparently assisted in the murder of Jade City's Magister despite the dislike of the man. Elias hands clasped in front of him wondering if there was more to Syvern's than he was letting on. Still, Elias put on a genuine smile. "Then as long as you wish to protect Grand City and Aleris, I welcome you into our realm and hope that we can remain allies in the future."

Wish
Wish regarded the man before her with curious olive colored eyes. So, her necklace gave her away, but there was no hint as to who was the man before her. Right as Wish looked up into and placed those familiar ice blue eyes, she knew it was Madrin. Her thoughts had been confirmed by him. "Madrin Kir, you are quite the dancer, no?" she smiled softly. "It is good to see back from battle and still amongst the living."

Itarilde
He was a party animal, but she had been giving him sorts of lessons in dancing. Even Bansca had helped somewhat! She still wasn't sure how much longer she could appear older than she was, but she hoped it would last until the ball was over, maybe it'd be permanent. She had a few guesses of what he might like to do with her newly acquired boobs, but she was trying to not think of such things. Spotting the drool, she tapped his nose. "Quit oggling my boobs and drooling over them, you silly wolf." Nodded emphatically. "Yes, you are a devil, imps are ugly." No, she wasn't calling him ugly. Grinned back and then spun out a ways from him and twirled back into his arms. One hand rested on his hip, the other slid into his bigger hand and away they went! For every couple they bumped in to, she profusely apologized and took a couple moments to reign in her over-excited wolf. "Don't grind your teeth, just relax, and show them you have style." Winked and then followed him through the dance, wings fluttering a little behind her. She was earnestly trying to control the amount of faery dust falling from them, but there was sparkly motes of it -everywhere-! At least there wasn't any in the food. Yet.

Madrin
He smiled at that comment. "Aye, thanks to you and Nedira. It seems my daghter has a healers gift related to water. She did ask after your health are you settling in as Aurora's paladin?"

Soul
The King didn't seem to be getting at what the lost prince was playing for, "If I may inquire, what are the plans for re-electing a Magistrate for Jade? The Almeddans are trying to seize power the last I heard." He took a sip of the drink feeling the alchol burn its way down his throat. He smirked inwardly at the apology. Soul laughed a little inside his mind as well, Obstinata also some what amused. Chaos and Black were dead but Soul existed in mind if not in body. The two even with their animosity had combined rather elegantly. Both their energies mashed as one contained within the seal of Obstinata, Syvern had come to rely on the sword much like Soul had. "I would like to offer myself as a possible candidate. I enjoy the jungle around the city and its merchants." He smiled cheerfully, "I will not bother you to much now my King but please consider me, I will not let you down." He snatched a crossiant of some kind off a passing tray and took a bite. His eyes roamed across the room, to the smelly werewolf and his little woman, familiarity came from her. It caused a pause before he shrugged and moved to Madrin and Wish and then back to the King, "If you need me my King I will be around." He bowed his head and finished the crossiant, "If I have your leave?"

Verial Akilara
A look of skepticism crossed Verial's features as Deanna mentioned her reason for vomiting was due to her eating something bad. If he wanted to be honest, he could have pointed out to Deanna that her vomit was mostly just liquid but that would have been an awkward observation, so Verial kept his thoughts to himself. Indeed, he did follow Deanna away from the mess she had made on the floor. When Deanna reached for a glass of wine, Verial held up a hand in protest. But she did not swallow the wine, only used the beverage as mouthwash and spit it back into the glass, handing it to an open-mouthed, shocked servant. Verial chuckled a little and then waved apologetically to the surprised server as the girl slipped away. "I know. Tell me about it. I can think of other places I would rather be right now," Verial said to Deanna with a knowing smile. "Perhaps the Lord of Arthuran would ask you for a dance if he was sure you weren't going to throw up all over his clothes." Verial pushed his mask up some and leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly across Deanna's, despite the fact that there may have been traces of vomit and wine still.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin took Ita's advice and stopped counting...verbally at least. He was so focused on not humilating her that she had to remind him to calm down, but there was no way in the seven hells he wasn't going to stop checking out her breasts, though he did try hard to make eye contact from time to time, and boy did Ita have beautiful eyes. The way her wings sparkled and fluttered, the way she smiled at him just melted his heart. He moved as gracefully around the floor as possible with Ita leading them, thank the gods, and once or twice copped a feel on her plump little rear. "You are the most enticing thing here, and that includes those little balls of meat!" Melvin was learning those rather big words a little at at time and even knew what they meant, sometimes. Melvin...Sultan of Suave Smoothness he was!

Wish
"You may let Lady Nedira know that I am doing quite well. With my newfound position as Aurora's Paladin, I shall be around Eiler more often," Wish said. Truthfully, she was looking forward to settling somewhere finally while still being able to help the people of Eiler. "I only hope that I can do good in Aurora's name." Just then, Wish's gaze flicked about the room and then back to Madrin. "You did not bring Mira Blackwolf to the ball Madrin? Or tell me, if she waiting to pounce on me for dancing with you?" Wish let out a light laugh.

Elias Lowell
"At this current time, I've sent out notice to everyone letting them know that I hold the ruling position over Jade City," Elias said. He then added with a hint of a smile. "Although, I am still considering suitable replacements and will definitely keep you in mind for the job." Elias watched as Sevryn snatched a croissant off a tray and chowed down on it. They did look rather tasty, but Elias was not ready to give into food cravings. Elias did catch the way the man paused as he looked at a few people at the ball, as if remembering who they were for some other purpose. "Hopefully I shall be speaking with you soon." To this, Elias returned the man's bow and did offer leave. "It was nice speaking with you Servyn. Until next time, take care."

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna offered Verial a wry smile and with great flourish, reachedfor his mask and yanked it off his head to toss it behind her after he bravely kissed her. "That's better," she said with a smirk as she leaned in toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I might throw up on you, I might not. A chance you'll have to take." Almost positive her breath did not reek, Deanna lowered his head and returned the kiss before tilting her head back enough to peer at those odd colored eyes of his. "Now if you were really daring you'd say to hell with this Ball and lead me upstairs to ravish me in your bed...or the floor...or the conference room, or...," The wicked gleam in her eyes matched her grin. "...you could go all balls out and slip us into those shadows over there," she gestured with a nod of her head to a spot a few feet away. "Unless of course," she stood on her toes and nipped at his neck, "you're afraid the cold air will uh...," she glanced downward, her smile widening as she teased him mercilessly.

Itarilde
Couldn't possibly stay upset with him for too long and really, this was a good thing for her. It took her mind off of the fact her friend had passed not to long ago. She knew he and every male present had likely gawked at her boobs and she wasn't quite entirely sure how to deal with it really, save by either talking or maybe even humming along with the music. Her wings not only sparkled, they dazzled the eyes of all who beheld them. She hadn't allowed anyone to touch them, and didn't allow such a priviledge unless she either trusted the person, or they asked permission. "Maybe we can get the recipe from the cook for those meatballs and take it back home." She might have to look into that. Blushing anew at his compliment, she smiled brightly. "I think the lessons have paid off..you're doing a grand job."

Soul
He lifted his glass in response, "Of course my King. I hope we can speak again soon." He took a drink, "To your health." He smiled again before moving off through the crowd back close to the wall he originally had went to. His empty glass was placed on a half empty tray which he lifted from the server. The young blonde woman turned at the sudden disappearance of her tray, looking shocked at the huge man. The lost prince lifted the tray with his armored right hand his other snaking out to bring the blonde server close. Her body fought against him at first, he was huge compared to her, but his fingers and hand were gentle on her back and he felt her relax softly. He leaned down his shoulder length black locks falling forward. "After the ball, I might be looking for some company. If you wish to accompany me, be outside, near the south wall." With that he spun her back out away from him her face flustered and tray back in her hand. The lost prince returned to scanning the faces, not much had changed in the last two minutes. Soul seemed to shuffle impatiently in his mind, he was restless.

Madrin
"We had a very long talk about the state of our relationship. After the battle with the spider Birvuo. I realized when I faced death repeatedly that entire incident, my thoughts were for someone else." He gave her a skilled dip at the end of the faster song that just finished. He was exactly suttle in these matters but, he was glad for the mask covering two thirds his face covering his blush. He believed Wish needed a friend right now more than a lover. So that moment of weakness was the extent of his thoughts on the matter for now. "Mira is still my clan sister but, that is all. She is seeing to the Grand city army in my stead while I guard the king."

EvilWereBeast
Perhaps it was the atmosphere, so magical and etherial, or perhaps it was the idea of Ita cooking those magic meatballs he sooooo loved, but something inside of Melvin caused him to do the unthinkable. With a firm set of his mouth and determination in his loins, Melvin released Ita and took a step back, ignoring her confused look as he reached into one of the inner pockets of his coat, frowning as he searched all over for the gift he was planning on giving Ita. "Man I know it was here, I think. I put it somewhere safe." Melvin grumbled before inspiration struck and he literally AHA'd! Without hesitation, he thrust his hand down the front of his pants and smiling happily, Melvin began pulling out what he wanted to present to Ita: it was a bracelet made of braided tan leather strips and attached to it was something he had 'acquired' in the past couple of weeks, a small crystal heart. Melvin handed it to Ita with a beaming smile of happiness. "So I went hunting a few weeks back and killed this deer, and when I was finished with it, I skinned it and let some of it dry in the sun to make the bracelet. The heart was something that caught my eye and I thought of you." Melvin waited to see if Ita loved it...or was so repulsed she would run away. "I hope it makes you smile Ita, because you've been so sad for so long. I just want you to smile. I hope you like it." He shuffled some, feeling shy.

Verial Akilara
Verial smiled as he leaned against Deanna when she ripped his mask off and threw it behind him to snatch a better kiss. After she peeled his lips from his own, Verial let his forehead dip down and rest against her own, keeping his odd colored eyes on those amber orbs of hers. "Tell me, is your costume that of a temptress, because I am not past taking you away from here to somewhere else." His lips brushed against the tip of her nose and he then let half a smile fall on his face. "As much as I would like to carry you away and do unspeakable things to you, I think as the Lord of Arthuran I must linger at least a little while longer." Verial then looped one of his arms about Deanna's waist. "For now, how about that dance and after..." he paused, leaning in to let his lips brush against the flesh of her neck while his other free hand moved just below her hip bone, "I shall show you how daring I can be."

Sahar
Sahar had finished dancing with Edgar who needed a breather, poor man, and so reluctantly he let Sahar go off to socialize though she promised to dance with him once more when he had recovered. She placed a kiss on the man's wrinkled cheek before losing herself in the crowd. A glass of wine in hand, she sipped as she tried not to bump into anyone and spill her drink, smiling and chatting briefly with those she encountered. She passed a lovely young girl dressed as a fairy who looked shell shocked as her companion began reaching down his pants. Sahar chuckled and looked away, not wanting to see what came out. She scanned the crowd for signs of Lord Verial or Deanna but couldn't seem to pinpoint them. Sahar wondered if that was a good thing or bad. She then took note of the tall fellow who was speaking to the King earlier, and he appeared as if looking for someone, or perhaps he was considering leaving the Ball. In any case, Sahar drifted over toward him and playing the role of hostess, the desert beauty offered a smile and curtsied as she gathered his attention. "Hello sir. I do hope you are enjoying yourself. Are you looking for someone or something in particular or wondering where the nearest exit is for easy escape?" Sahar sipped at her wine as she regarded him with her honey colored gaze, dimples showing as she smiled to him.

Wish
She bit her lower lip as Madrin explained his current relationship with Mira Blackwolf. Part of her wished she had not brought up the subject. Maybe it was touchy for him since his heart apparently belonged to someone else. Such a thing must have been difficult for Mira to hear, but Wish also realized the woman was strong as well. After releasing her hold on her lip, Wish attempted a decent and charming smile at Madrin. "I am pleased that you have found someone that makes you happy Madrin, even if it is not Mira." Clearly, she was oblivious and did not get it. "Perhaps she was meant to be your sister in arms. I am sure that she is a good ally to have in battle." Wish let out a soft sigh. "It is good to see you at the ball tonight, Madrin."

Deanna DiCorvino
Her amber eyes rolling in their sockets, Deanna muttered "promises, promises," but she pressed her body against his and allowed him to sway her to the music. Deanna lay her head upon his shoulder and closed her eyes for a few moments as they did little more than hold each other close and shift some to the sound of the music. "I would give anything to stay like this," she said quietly and with pain forming in her chest as she knew she would need to leave him soon. Originally she had thought to disappear after the ball, but Deanna did not think herself capable of fleeing Chaliceton or Verial so soon. She needed a little more time with him before breaking his heart, and hers. Deanna was unsure of how well she could keep herself together and forced herself away from him, just arms reach so that she might look at him. "I want you to know something," her expression was grave as all kidding and teasing was pushed aside. She lifted one hand to cup his cheek, her thumb grazing against the corner of his mouth. "If anything should happen, if for some reason I cause you to hate me in any way, know that regardless of whatever pain I might cause you, Verial...I do love you, with everything I have." Run. The thought came immediate and sharp in her brain. Run away now before you make a bigger fool of yourself. She felt herself tense as if ready to spring away, and she knew it was wrong to make a statement like that only to leave him standing in the cold by himself. As much as she entertained the idea, Deanna knew it was cowardly to do so to Verial especially how honest and vulnerable he had made himself just a few nights past. So she did the honorable thing and remained in his arms, though she did inch closer and lay her head against his chest again, unable to meet his eyes.

Itarilde
She wasn't sure what had just got into him, maybe a hair up his bum, she wasn't sure. He wasn't scratching at it, so that was good. He wasn'y gyrating about like he had fire ants in his drawers, another good thing. Confused as to why he just stopped dancing mid-way through thier next dance, she looked perplexed, wondering if she'd broken a toe or something. He wasn't in agony, so he was fine. He looked like he'd lost his coin purse to a street urchin as he hunted for something. "Don't tell me, you lost your meatball?" If he ate it off the floor, she might hunt down a balcony. His frown concerned her enough to warrant her query. "What'd you lose?" She hoped he hadn't lost thier room key(s). And then he went with the public scratching again?! "Melvin...that wasn't the potty dance we just did...if you have to 'go', we'll find.." Whatever she might've said stuck in her throat when she saw him holding something, he'd pulled from his his pants interior. Oh gods....he better not be holding a body louse or anything like that. Oh good...it wasn't! He stored the most random of things down his pants! She didn't want to know what else might be down there! Pretty sure folks were staring, she wet her lips and swallowed the lump in her throat. For all of wild ways, he had a huge heart. Taking the bracelet, she then wrapped her arms around him and planted a big kiss on the corner of his mouth. "It's beautiful." She didn't care that it wasn't a diamond set into a rare starmetal setting and fashioned into a pendant. It was gorgeous in in its simplicity and it would be worth far more to her than all of the treasure in her uncle Khementh's hoard! "Would you put it on me? I don't think I can manage by myself." Whichever wrist he wanted to put it on, he could, though she might have to put it in a mild cleansing acid to clean it. She didn't want it smelling like pee! She hoped it didn't, cause she hadn't sniffed it.

Verial Akilara
He was not quite sure when the last time he had danced with someone like this. They did not move back into the ballroom, but stayed out on the terrace and kept close to each other, relying on their body heat for warmth which seemed to work out. They swayed slowly with each other, the music a subtle hum in the background as Verial held Deanna against him. Verial thought this slow movement was for the best anyway, just in case Deanna had a bout of her mysterious sickness again. His hands were on her waist as she lifted her head from his chest to look at him with a suddenly serious expression. Verial opened his mouth to say something, but Deanna spoke first and the words that came forth were unexpected. There was definitely that feeling there - of love - that Verial did not doubt or question. Nevertheless, Verial knew that part of their relationship, however much they would have liked to escape it, was based on grief. Still, that did not stop him from pressing a thumb beneath her chin to lift her gaze back up to him. "I love you too, as long as I am able," Verial said, ever cautious to avoid using her name in case someone over heard. He placed a soft kiss upon her lips and then leaned back for just a second, a hint of a smile gracing his features. "I must ask though... this sickness you have is not killing you right, because you speak as if you're dying."

Madrin
Madrin felt like he had dodged a crossbow bolt by inches. "Trust me Wish, you presence here made the long trip worth it." Suddenly, he gently brought the fey woman closer to his body protectively and reached for one of the concealed silver throwing daggers in his cape. Yes he knew weapons were prohibited or at least discouraged in the ballroom but, the warrior always had four hidden knives on his person when awake. The reason was that Syvern's actions in close proximity to the king appeared hostile out of the corner of his eye. He was so fast that only Wish likely noticed his actions. His rage had slipped a little in that moment but, for Wish's sake he buried it. Thank the god's, he didn't have to ruin the atmosphere of the event with bloodshed. However, he felt the lost prince needed closer scrutiny. Thankfully the next dance hadn't started yet. "I'm sorry Wish but, duty calls." He planted a kiss on her hand and left to see about the nervous seven foot man.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin hoped she didn't sniff it because he had stuffed the gift in his drawers all day now that he thought about it, and chances were it stank of sweaty sack. Still! Ita was happy, her smile was radiant and Melvin was the happiest wolf in the world, so happy in fact he let out a howl right after she kissed him! Almost on the mouth too! Melvin's grin couldn't have been wider or brighter as he fumbled with sliding the bracelet on Ita's right dainty wrist and tied the little leather strips into a knot so that it would remain on her wrist forever and ever and ever! "You are the bestest fairy princess a guy like me could have Itarilde. I'm so lucky you chose me out of all the guys in the world, even though none of them are as awesome or sexy as me!" Melvin ignored any protests as he lifted Ita in the air and swung her around, glitter spraying everywhere before placing a hearty smack on her lips "Gimme some sugar, baby!", and setting her once more on her feet, no doubt swooning from his manliness and impressive romantic techniques.

Wish
She fumbled over her words, not quite sure what to say in response to Madrin admitting that her presence made the long trip to Chaliceton worth it. Instead, she kept her mouth closed, deciding silence for the mean time was best and leaned her head against Mandrin's chest as he pulled her closer. As she listened to his heartbeat, she noticed the beating quickened ever so slightly and in their embrace while dancing, he reached for a concealed dagger. Wish lifted her hand and wrapped it about his, stopping him in the process. "Still your hand, Madrin. It is okay." Though Madrin's rage grew, he managed to contain it and bottle up that anger inside of him. Afterwards though, his thoughts were on someone else in the ballroom - a suspicious character - and he excused himself to the call of duty. "Of course," Wish said and she offered Madrin a bow as her dance partner moved away likely to find his king. There was, however, a hint of a blush beneath her mask as he kissed the top of her hand before slipping away.

Deanna DiCorvino
Just to hear those simple words from Verial caused those stupid tears to cause her vision to blur. What was up with all the crying lately, anyway? It was downright irritating, but she couldn't seem to help herself. Deanna had to laugh despite the lingering sadness she felt and reached up to brush the moisture in her eyes. "I feel like I'm dying some days, but I'm pretty sure I'm all capped out in the 'death' department, at least as far as I know." The warmth of his kiss lingered on her lips and she offered him a tender sad smile, her fingers tracing against his jaw to travel against his neck where her hand slid behind his head only to lower so that her hand rested upon the fabric of his clothing, knowing underneath against bare skin were a set of scars where he had lost his wings. "Don't let this, or lack of, define who you are Verial. Don't let the loss of your wings strip you of what makes you good, noble, true or kind. Just promise me you'll remember who you really are, and not what tragedy might dictate you should become." Deanna once more brushed a kiss against his mouth and with those words, slid from his embrace and walked toward the ballroom. She glanced over her shoulder at Verial to speak, "You know where to find me if you need me," and with those words, Deanna immersed herself in the crowd only to head upstairs to her room.

Itarilde
That's right...she just took a wolf's present...did that mean something in a wolf pack? She wasn't sure if that meant anything special for a wolf pack, but she'd get around to asking in a while. As long as she'd been around him, she was used to his scent, so she wasn't overly phased by it, though presents weren't supposed to smell of wolf-junk! His howl startled her and she let out a soft squeak of protest and covered her ears until it was over. His howls were hauntingly beautiful, but done inside, they echoed. Once her ears stopped ringing, she laughed as she looked around, wondering how many of the others were handsome, though she would probably always be biased when it came to Melvin. Gasped as she was lifted all of a sudden and squealed girlishly as she was spun about. Everyone in roughly a six foot radius was 'dusted' and she couldn't help it. Sparklies were everywhere! Kissed right there in front of everyone, she fluttered her wings and felt them turning a deep rosy pink to match her blushing cheeks.

Blend
Blend scowled at the invitation in his hand. "Northsea Manor? Couldn't they have provided an address? Cross-streets? A couple directions?!"

Blend
Sighing, the skeleton studied the narrow roads. Everything here was so gloomy, it depressed Blend to no end. The cold weather, the steep structures, the winding roads that ended all too often in random turns and twists. Ohh! A sign! "Masquerade Ball, this way!" it read, and Blend couldn’t be happier. Pulling on his mask, the skeleton headed onwards. Buried in thick grey robes that covered him from head to foot, Blend's mask was comically painted in the expression of a grinning pauper. He brought with him a tip jar.

Blend
Blend approaches the entrance to the manor, rubbing his tailbone nervously. Did someone kick him? No matter. The show must go on! Nodding towards some random masked person, Blend was surprised when the man shook his head and backed away, protesting "Sorry, I don't have change." Was Blend's outfit too realistic? Well, sure, maybe he went overboard when he stole the outfit from a true homeless bum (the poor guy!), but where else was he going to find rags of this fine quality?! Shrugging, Blend the Pauper headed into the ballroom.

Soul
He remained on the wall on the side, after speaking to Elias there was not much else for the lost prince to accomplish. He turns one dark red eyes and dark blue eye under his red, black, crimson mask. He scratches idly at his beard the full black growth almost combining with his shoulder length hair. His right arm gauntlet shone brightly in the candle-light the runes of Obstinata etched its surface. He adjusts the red and black pin stripe vest over his long sleeved white tunic. His left hand is encased in crimson velvet and his pants and boots are a plain black. The serving girl he had spoken to early served him a steady stream of drinks, she seemed to be making an effort to come near him now.

Blend
Blend almost got escorted out by an upset looking guard until Blend thrust out his invitation. "I'm not really a pauper," Blend explained. The guard studied him for a moment before his cold face broke into a broad smile and he tossed a coin into Blend's cup. Blend tilted his head. "Thank you, kind sir!" Then he walked into the activity, trying to get a sense of his bearings and who was here. It was damned hard to figure it out with all these masks.

Soul
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden approach of Sharay. His eyes shift over her and then to her face. What could the goddess of death and chaos want with him? He perked a brow, the female server suddenly disappearing at the approach of the otherwordly woman. "I am having a good time yes. You having a good time? The people you killed aren't." He smiled cheerfully though and lifted his drink, "Someone should teach you that discretion sometime work much better at getting people to willingly bow to you. I would know my four copies and myself have ruled a place or two." He lowers his drink and raises a brow, "What do I owe the honor? Last time we spoke you said I would be bowing before you or dying. It seems I am doing neither." He grinned mischeviously.

Soul
Soul time-travels back to the approach of Sahar.

Soul
He raises a brow at the desert magae. "Yes having as good of a time as I will allow myself." He smiles warmly, he hadn't met this woman, or at least he didn't think he had. "Are you having a good time?" He bowed his head respectfully, "Syvern De'Sylvanus at your service."

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna was trying in vain to manuever through the crowd, but since drinks were plenty and everyone was in a jovial holiday mood, her attempts to reach the stairwell were proving a challenge. So far though, she had been fortunate that none had recognized her, at least none she was aware, and that no one had made any forceful moves against her to take her into custody. Small blessings to say the least. Parties though were not her thing, and frankly she wanted out. She had hoped that Verial would accompany her, considering he loathed social gatherings as much as she did, but as far as she knew, the Lord of Arthuran remained outside after her 'inspiring' speech she made on his behalf. Perhaps she should have donned a mask to put Sahar at ease, but the truth was, Deanna simply did not care who saw her, and truth be told, everyone was so intoxicated that no one really gave a damn. Muttering curses to herself and others, she was forced to basically shove any in her path aside, but the crowd was lively and instead of taking her to the stairwell, Deanna found herself pushed toward the main entrance of the ballroom where she took note of a strange figure...a skeleton costume?...holding a jar and apparently requesting coin from the guests. Annoyed, Deanna stalked over to the figure and snatched his jar out of his hand, her brows drawing together. "I think you are at the wrong place, sir. There is a shelter just past Main if you require a place to stay and a warm meal in your uh...," Deanna blinked, unsure of how to proceed with Blend. "Um, in any case, you cannot go around begging here. If you need assistance, then say so. The Lord of Arthuran will no doubt help you, and I suppose so will I."

Blend
Blend snatched the jar back, it's lone coin jingling angrily as it bounced around in it's metal prison. Blend's mask, a grinning pauper with happy eyes and a broad face, hardly matched Blend's voice as he spoke coldly. "Deanna. That's my copper coin, thank you very much.." For some reason, Blend felt an animosity towards Deanna. Perhaps it was because he never got to know Deanna, only her as possessed by Sharay. He associated the woman with pain, intense spiritual suffering, for he tried to rescue Deanna from within Sharay's prison only to find his soul nearly dismembered. Those thoughts were unspoken, however. Another coin jingled into the cup as a drunk citizen staggered past, and Blend tilted his head before looking back to Deanna. His mask was still grinning happily.

Madrin
This was the second time Sahar had blocked Madrin's attempt to take the measure of a potential foe. The first being with Maxim Redmont after the undead war. He supposed that was best he often had trouble speaking calmly when angered . For now he would watch to see how it plays out.

Sahar
Sahar smiled warmly to Syvern and dipped her head once again. "Well met to you, sir. I am Sahar, personal healer to Verial Akilara, Lord of Arthuran. I did not mean to intrude upon your festivities, I was simply passing by and wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself." Sahar was a tall woman, but this gentleman put her to shame with his height, and for the first time in ages, she Sahar had to crane her neck some to regard him. The desert beauty signalled one of the servants, a lovely blonde woman and handed her the empty wine glass in exchange for another. "Tell me Syvern De'Sylvanus, what brings you to our Masquerade Ball? I ask because you do not appear one to enjoy such social function?"

Verial Akilara
When Deanna placed her hand upon his back and mentioned that the lack of wings did not define in him and so many ways told him to not let it control him or his emotions, Verial was puzzled. The way she spoke, despite the tender quiet moment they had shared out on the terrace, sounded ominous, almost as if Deanna knew something was going to happen to her. Verial wondered if it something to do with her sudden sickness, but he was left with his questions as Deanna slipped from his embrace and headed back into the ballroom. Verial stood alone outside for a few moments and then moved to fetch his mask Deanna had tossed behind a bush. He donned the raven-like mask back over his face and moved back into the ballroom. Still, his thoughts did not forget what Deanna had said. There was something about the way she was acting and he was going to find out - somehow. Upon entering the ballroom, he saw looked around the crowd, but saw no sign of Deanna and assumed she had likely went upstairs to her bedroom to retire for the evening.

Deanna DiCorvino
It was not often that Deanna was rendered speechless, but just because it was a rarity did not mean it never occured and now was one of those times. She arched dark brows over unblinking amber eyes as she stared at the costumed person who snatched his jar back from her, which she supposed she deserved. What boggled her was that he knew her name and was not afraid to voice it aloud where others could hear him. Deanna froze, rooted to her spot and as she watched Blend wander away after glancing back at her, she could't help a sense of deja-vu, or the sudden panic attack that gripped her. "I...," Her mouth opened to speak but no words formed as she seemed to be struck dumbfounded. After what seemed like agonizing moments that passed, she regained her senses and strode after the vagabond, her mouth a grim hard line as she finally caught up to him and reached out to grab at his arm, halting him in his tracks. Her vise-like grip ensured he would not escape from her so quickly. "I don't know who you are," she began in a low angry voice, "or how you know me, but I think it would be in your best interest if you start explaining, and do try to keep your voice down." Deanna's fingers flexed upon Blend's bony arm, utterly confused with this enigmatic being.

Soul
He smiled warmly, "Nice to have your acquitance Sahar. How is Verial doing after his fall from atop Grand City?" He was curious he had seen the man around after all it was his ball but he hadn't heard anything about the mans condition. "Well one of my other sides does not enjoy social events, but I personally enjoy such events allow me to rub elbows with the important people of the realm." He smiled warmly and then looked slowly over the short woman at Madrin who had kept looking at him since he had spoken to Elias. His eyes were hard for just a moment before warming as they looked back at Sahar, "You are far from home are you not, rather cold up here for someone so accustomed to warmth." He had heard of the woman, but only in passing.

Wish
After Madrin had excused himself from their dance, Wish stood amongst the other dancers not quite knowing what to do. People waltzed around her, and she stood watching Madrin as he drifted away. From her vantage point, she could see that he had his eyes on someone, a tall stranger that Lady Sahar was speaking with. Though concentrating, at least Madrin had kept his concealed dagger hidden away. Wish uttered a sigh and then in the middle of this, she was bumped into by a person dancing with his partner. "Hey, watch it!" the man drunkenly slurred. "Oh, apologies, sir," Wish mumbled. Realizing she was in the way, Wish weaved away from the dance floor and moved to the left side of the room standing before one of the large fireplaces to look into the flames.

Blend
Blend sighed, not eager to make a scene. He'd only just got here! What a shame if Blend got kicked out after setting himself on fire or some other equally foolish thing. He turned on Deanna and spoke in a confidential voice, a tremor of rage rippling beneath the calm surface of his words. "You don't know me?! After all we've been through? Maybe you'd recognize me if I was a little stick puppet? Or perhaps as a screaming spirit, plunging through a storm?" His anger threatened to break through, so Blend tried to calm himself down. His anger was misdirected, and he knew it. Sharay was the reason he was so angry.. but if that was true, why had he helped to free Sharay? Perhaps he was angry at himself. Studying Deanna another moment, he spoke again, his voice still quiet enough to keep the conversation between them. "When we first met, I was with the prophet Djarin, before Terra came to the Grand City. The name's Blend."

Madrin
Madrin noted the late arrival of someone dressed as a begger from a comedy. He seemed familiar but, was well disguised he couldn't see his eyes. Which was the way Madrin often saw thru the mask. Deanna followed the beggar enraged and caused a small scene. Madrin was forced to way potential problems and decided Deanna's disguise remaining so was the larger risk. He approached the pair and spoke quietly with implied menace. "This isn't that type of party if you must cause trouble do so outside."

Sahar
This gentleman was unusual to be sure. Sahar arched a brow at his peculiarities, but being the woman she was, did not question such odd manner of speak. "The Lord is doing as well as he can, sir." Sahar scanned the masses and honed in on Verial with those honey colored eyes hidden behind her blue rose mask. "He is over there if you wish to personally inquire of his health," she gestured with a nod of her head. "I personally adore such events, for you truly get to see people when their guards are let down. Fascinating really." Sahar sipped at her wine, a lovely vintage it was. "Indeed I am sir. Heruin is quite the long way from Arthuran and I must admit I do long for the warmth of the sun and the feel of sand beneath my feet from time to time, but I am content here with my Lord, De..err...Lady Amelia my um, cousin, and my new friends." As if hearing his name, Edgar waved to Sahar and she returned a wave and grin of her own. Turning back to Syvern, she commented, "You certainly know much of me, sir, when I know so little of you."

Soul
"I may speak to him before the night is over." The lost prince looked over Verial, the man was doing rather well for having fallen so far. "Yes people with their guards down, information is power." He smiled exposing perfect teeth before taking another drink. "My other half was a wanderer, he used to tell me of the places he had been. He was once to a desert where the sand was as cold as ice, not in this realm of course.I plan on moving to Jade soon, it not as warm as Heruin I would admit but the jungle has its treasures." He takes another drink, "Oh I would not say I know much I've only heard little." He tilted his head, "Me? Well there is much to tell, my story is longer than most and it includes four different lives which make it all the longer. I am simply a wanderer, I left my own homeland out of curiosity and eventually wound up here. I took up arms in defense of Grand City and went toe to toe with a demon named Gethe. We both survived but where the demon has gone I do not know." Some would say that Soul had done that but do to the resemblance of the two he could spin it if he needed. "I've since traveled to Jade around the time the Almeddans were arriving, and interesting bunch they are."

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna stood in utter silent shock upon hearing Blend's explanation. Memories came rushing back to her, and indeed she did know him...too well. If possible, her face was more ashen than norm, making those amber orbs seemingly huge that was only enhanced by the dark eye makeup she wore. "Blend," she whispered, her hand shaking upon his arm and she released him immediately. If this revelation was astonishing to her, even more so was the next name uttered. "Djarin, my...brother." Deanna spoke the words so softly, even she hadn't been sure if they were voice aloud. "I...I'm sorry....I...need to go...," she stammered, feeling the ground beneath her seem to slip away and was about to leave when another figure approached. Masked or not, there was no disguising the man, Madrin Kir, Lord Commander of the Grand City army. Normally she would have been pleased to see Madrin, but sadly events had caused that to change. It would appear to be quite the night for revelations, and fear struck at Deanna's core. Chaos and Order brought together and she was caught in the middle. Madrin would no doubt place her under arrest for she was a wanted woman, assuming he recognized her, and frankly how could he not? Deanna swallowed, her throat dry and she felt her heart thud against her chest as she turned, frantically searching for Verial. Her trembling hand reached for her dragonscale, and fingers clenched and unclenched the pendant. "Ex...Excuse me," she said hurridly and without wasting any time, Deanna broke away from both males, nearly bowling over Blend as she shoved through the sea of people in an attempt to reach Verial.

Itarilde
Melvin and Ita had been dancing and then he had given her that pants-bracelet with the crystal heart on it. After several dances, she finally convinced him to take a break and then she had raided the refreshment area for something to eat for herself. She couldn't dance all night on an empty stomach. Between all the eating, dancing, gossiping, and everything else, she had taken time to look about the place, incase they ever were invited back, she'd be somewhat familiar with the place. With all the grown ups involved in thier drama, that left this pair to thier own devices.

Blend
Blend watched Deanna storm away, then turned his gaze to Madrin. He shrugged. "Some women aren't as interested in you when you tell them what's under the robes." Blend briefly pulled his mask away from his face, showing Madrin the cold gaze of his skeletal face for a moment before hiding it once more beneath the grinning pauper's mask. "I know you. We climbed that wall with Valorius, remember? Anyways, I'm not looking for a fight." He looked back at Deanna as the woman shoved through the dancing, jovial faces, her own face one of shock and fear. She had called Djarin her brother? Blend had to assume she had been shown Djarin's revelations of Chaos.

Sahar
My oh my, such an interesting character this Syvern was. Sahar simply nodded and smiled, sipping her wine from time to time as she listened to his tale. "No doubt your life is rather exciting sir. Imagine having another half!" Sahar shook her head, trying to conjure up such an image. "I daresay your life is hardly the dull affair that most of these lovely people," she waved her hand to several passersby. "Jade, ah yes. I have heard of the city, and I am told it is quite beautiful. I should like to see Jade one day, and perhaps visit my homeland again if given the chance." Though highly inteligent, Sahar was rather sheltered as her life consisted of healing and serving others. The magae had never truly given thought to her own dreams or wants. "I know of the demon Gethe and his horde of those poor undead children, but I am afraid the Almeddans?' she frowned, unsure if she was pronouncing it right. "I am unfamiliar with such a group of people." Sahar chuckled some. "Being so far north, and considering how busy I have been as of late, I am not up to date with current affairs."

Madrin
Wait to make a small problem bigger woman. Madrin shook his head at Deanna's fearful retreat. "Exscuse me Blend its nice to see you here but, I must do something about the scared little bird, please enjoy the party. We should have a drink later assuming you can." Madrin eyed the skeleton briefly. Then gave him a respectful bow and went after the therianthrope.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin had encouraged Ita to eat and drink much to her heart's contentment. He wanted her to have the time of her life, and hopefully she was. The bird's mask was itchy after a while and Melvin removed it and set it down near a bowl of punch after a sneezing fit he had. Wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve, Melvin turned to his beloved pixie girl and smiled as he snacked on a tart. "Having fun, Little Bug?" He asked, spraying her with crumbs accidentally, to which he hurridly wiped out of her hair. "Getting enough to eat? I could grab you something else? I saw some mushroom stuffed with something...I bet those are yummy! How about some cake? Pie? A handsome werewolf covered in cream and wearing nothing but a smile?" He waggled his brows at her hopefully.

Soul
"Too exciting, time to lower my excitment. When you live forever you are allowed to slow some things down if you want and adventure if one of them I'd like to slow down on." He glanced at Deanna and Blend, tilting his head in Blends direction in acknowledgement. His dark blue and bright crimson eye swing back to Sahar. "Well if I am there I would be happy to show you around on your visit. Yes Gethe was a savage monster, I've heard talk of his prescense in Heruin but for all I know they are just scared rumors in the dark." He shrugged, he did wish to find the demon but you couldn't chase rumors. He listened to her struggle and smiled, "Yes apparently some assisted in the defense of Grand City and opened a portal between here and their realm. They brought some enemies with them though and I actually found myself fighting against these new enemies. I believe them vanquished though so Aleris can be peaceful for another day." He smiled and finished his drink placing it on a passing tray, "We shall see how long the peace lasts, I hope for a long time this land has seen enough death and destruction and so probably have your hands, I bet you have been working hard. A well deserved break if I could grand it to you I would."

Verial Akilara
It was not Deanna's gaze that caught him, but rather a feeling. The dragon scale that she wore, the one that was connected to him responded to her emotions. Verial felt panic and then a feeling of being lost. Verial lifted his head to look about the crowd and saw Deanna trying to push past people. He went to her and took her aside, his hands on the sides of her arms, before she made people further question her actions. They stood beside one of the many round tables and Verial's hands lifted from the sides of her arms to cup her cheeks. "What's going on?" Verial asked, realizing there was some anxious feeling in her amber colored eyes. Verial's gaze flicked behind Deanna to see Madrin Kir making his way in the ballroom, not soon after Deanna. Verial turned back to her. "Does he know?" Verial whispered. Potentially, as Lord Commander of Eiler, Madrin was possibly a threat to Deanna's hiding.

Blend
Blend moved towards the bar, trying to ignore his itching curiosity to see what Deanna was doing. He couldn't drink alcohol, lacking an internal digestive system, so Blend instantly regretted his decision to near the bar. Grinning towards one citizen, he shrugged. "I like dragon's ale," he complained, then thrust out his offering cup for a coin. Moving away, Blend was surprised to notice a familiar person, the man he knew as 'Soul', speaking to a woman he'd never seen before. Blend laughed as he spoke towards Soul. "You get 'em, tiger." Then the skeleton dressed as a pauper thrust out his offering cup towards Sahar. "Spare a coin for the not needy?"

Sahar
Sahar appeared horrified upon listening to Syvern's tale about the Almeddans. "Dearest gods above, truly can there not be peace in this realm, or is it doomed for eternity to dwell under a dark cloud?" Sahar shook her head once more and made a mental note to offer prayers to the gods for peace and prosperity over the land and the people. Speaking of eternity..."You...live forever?" Her eyes widened in fascination and some horror. "I suppose most would thrill at such an idea, to be an eternal, but to me it seems like such a lonely existence. One destined to watch their loved ones age and die while they remain forever youthful." She sighed then. "I suppose eternity has its perks, for one does see a great deal of what life has to offer, but frankly I-", Sahar turned as a strangely masked man approached, her brow furrowing as Blend's words encouraged the very idea of inappropriate behavior between she and Syvern. She was about to correct his assumptions when the 'homeless man' asked her for money. "Coin? No, sir, I do not have any coin upon me, but if you are in need of food or drink, please help yourself to the banquet feast. There is plenty." Sahar's smile was infectious as she switched automatically into healer mode, seeing Blend as one in dire need.

Soul
"I hope we can have peace soon but all this rebuilding has left the realm weak." He shrugged, "I hope to help with all efforts I've even offered myself as a candidate for magistrate of Jade as the last was assassinated." He left out about Soul, he spoken to Elias about the matter and figured telling someone else would prove fruitless. "Immortal life, yes it can be lonely." His eyes lower for a moment, "You try to make with others of similar existance so to ease the pain." He smiled almost sadly, "Once I was a King and the kingdom began to-." Blend intervened at this point and Syverns smile returned, "Me get'em? Yes Sahar seems most beautiful but I have no misguided thoughts of what we talk about. How are you my friend? Tempesturo throw you out and have you begging for change already?" He humored the Champion with a copper in his cup and snagged another glass off a tray, the alchol had zero effect on him but to blend in one must play the part even if they weren't trying to hide.

Deanna DiCorvino
Verial. He was within arms reach and before she knew it, Deanna felt his hands upon her arms to pull her aside and suddenly she could breath again, could think again, but nothing would change the fearful tug on her heart as she willed herself not to look over her shoulder to make eye contact with either Blend or Madrin. She did not have to, as Verial somehow knew she was troubled and she caught him staring over her head at whom she assumed was Madrin. Deanna groaned, knowing from Verial's expression that Madrin was approaching and as she prepared herself for her arrest, something she was not so much concerned about, something told her that Verial would not allow that to happen without causing a scene. When Verial inquired if Madrin knew, Deanna simply nodded and closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Verial. I did not want this to happen this way." She opened her eyes and stared at him intently. "If you care for me at all, you will not interfere with Madrin's duties. If he takes me away, I will not fight him, nor will you. Remember you are Lord of Arthuran, Verial. Remember who gave you that position. Do not disgrace the King or yourself." She forced the tiniest of smiles as if trying to reassure Verial all would be well.

Madrin
Madrin reached the fleeing Deanna as she sought protection from Verial. He bowed respectfully to the pair and spoke kindly. "Lord Verial a pleasure to see you well. Please tell the young lady behind you I mean her no harm. Where I come from actions speak louder than words. Since I have never hurt her she should understand that." His words flowed smothly as he met both their eyes.Next, he spoke gently once more. "Congratulations Lord Akilara on gambling and beating me to the just reward."

Blend
Had he a face and not a mask, it would have been grinning. Luckily, that's just what his mask was doing. Speaking towards Sahar, humor laced his voice. "Food? Oh, no, I wouldn't dare. I'm trying to lose weight, you see." He lowered his cup and then turned his face towards Syvern. "Tempesturo kicked me earlier tonight, I'd swear it. But the begging thing was my idea." He glanced at his cup. "Besides, the tips are nice."

Itarilde
Now that she wasn't so hungry anymore, she took a few minutes to browse through the room with glances, studying each and every person she didn't know. She had no idea who was who and felt extremely awkward being here, yet somehow knew she enjoyed dancing and merriment. Such things were in a Fae's blood, right? Violet eyes speckled with gold drifted from one to the next, and often quiet comments to her wolven-beau were made about folks costumes, about how creative, pretty, or handsome they were.

Sahar
Sahar was rather perplexed about the relationship between the beggar and Syvern, and her thoughts were a bit muddled as she sifted through their words trying to find some common bond, the wine however wasn't helping and Sahar felt perhaps it was time to put some food in her stomach. She was enjoying her conversation with Syvern, and even the pauper was entertaining. Sahar was contemplating inviting both over to the banquet table, but the healer caught sight of Deanna and Verial, the former appearing shaken and disturbed, the latter grim and determined. They were approached by a man in dove grey, and Sahar could't help her groan. "Oh no. No no no, not now," she mumbled as she thrust her empty wine glass at Blend and glancing quickly at both males uttered a rushed, "Pardon me! Must tend to something," and with that, Sahar was off in a flurry of blue tinted gown and roses, asking forgiveness for each person she had to forcefully shove out of her way so that she might reach the trio before any unpleasantries took place. Tearing off her mask, Sahar was a whirlwind of maternal protective nature, ready to throttle the one who seemed to have her Lord and her friend trapped in some fashion, when she heard said man speak as she stormed up behind him, forcing her to pause. "Madrin? Madrin Kir?" Sahar's heavy frown changed from one to joy, for truly she liked the man who was a decent kind person, to one of thunderstruck horror realizing the title he held. "Oh...oh dear." She looked from Madrin to Deanna to Verial. Even though she knew Madrin to be a man of his word, and if he claimed no intent to arrest or harm Deanna she believed it, she still worried. It could not be helped.

Verial Akilara
As Deanna revealed the fact that Madrin knew, Verial held his breath in concern, trying to think of what to do should the need arise to defend Deanna. Deanna, however, thought it would be better for him to just give her up, to not fight Madrin if need be and just hand her off. Verial opened his mouth a few times, trying to find the right words. Finally, he appeared irritated. "How can you say suggest such a thing? If he tries to take you away, I will be at fault. It matters not who I currently am. This is a risk I was, and still am, willing to take." Verial did not return her smile but dropped his hands away from Deanna's face as Madrin finally strode up towards them. Madrin, however, demanded no arrest and instead spoke as if nothing wrong had ever happened with Deanna as far as the Lord Commander of Eiler was concerned. "Yes, Madrin, it is a pleasure to see you made it to Northsea Manor as well." Verial offered him a bow in response. "I will certainly let her know she has nothing to worry about." He nodded to Madrin, though Deanna was behind him and could hear everything. It was then that Sahar came up to the trio. Likely she had seen across the room and was getting ready to spring into action, having taken off her mask and everything. Fortunately, there was no action to be had. Verial's hand absently slipped into Deanna's resting against her palm. "Sahar, I was just going to introduce Madrin to Lady Amelia."

EvilWereBeast
Melvin placed a protective hand upon Ita's shoulder as he munched on food and people watched. There was something interesting going down where Ita's uncle was located and Melvin nudged her. "Your uncle seems to be having fun. He's got one chick clinging to him, another with huge boobies who just raced over, and some guy all surrounding him. Popular guy Ita. I bet he's fun when he's drunk. We should have him over for dinner or something soon. Maybe bring the chick with the large tatters." Melvin grinned impishly as he popped a cheeseball in his mouth. "Got a cool family Ita. Seriously."

Soul
He watched Sahar run off suddenly in the direction of Madrin, Verial and Deanna, her disguise did nothing to fool the arraki his ears and nose could hear and smell all if it were close enough. He hadn't called her out though, she was of no concern to his. His two hued eyes turn to Blend after the beauties sudden departure, "Tempesturo kicked you hmmm?" He laughed some mind trailing to Gazah in Mystic, he had killed Praeda's warriors for the god of the sea who had given him no guidance. For his work the God had scolded the arraki, not something he took lightly. He made no effort to bow before a god, or goddess, he had merely joined Gazahs cause because he had agreed with the gods need for revenge against the others of the pantheon. He shook his head and captured the waist of the servant girl again, "Bring me some whiskey love." He smiled warmly to the blonde who seemed to melt some and scurried away. "Any future plans with the Almeddans my Chaotic friend?" His eyes return to the skeleton.

Blend
Blend sighed as Sahar stormed off almost identically to Deanna before, glancing at Soul. "I hope being a horrific undead skeleton isn't bothering all these beautiful women. I thought people were less vain than that." Shrugging, Blend took her stool. The grinning pauper's mask that was Blend's face studied the room, trying to feign disinterest as he studied the people gathering around Verial. "The Almeddans?" he responded to Soul. "They have some answers I can use, that's all. What they do is their business so long as none of them try to kill Tempesturo.. or me." His voice trailed off as he watched the masked people dance and spin through the room.

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna tried to reason with Verial not to be foolish when he shoved her behind him as Madrin approached and calmly assured both she and the Lord of Arthuran that he was not here to cause trouble or harm her. Deanna let out a breath as Verial casually conversed with the Lord Commander and out of the corner of her eye, saw Sahar the Sandstorm rushing up. Deanna felt Verial's warm hand rest against her own reassuringly and she stepped forward so that she might stand against Verial's side, her amber eyes locking with Madrin's. "Thank you, Madrin," she said quietly, gratitude clearly written on her face. "For everything." She lifted her head to peer at Verial who introduced her by her alias and leaned into him as she tried not to laugh at the incredulous look of disbelief and confusion that radiated from the poor Sahar.

Itarilde
Was watching that, wondering what was going on, but was pretty sure it wasn't any of her business. Studied the women and the strange man and couldn't place any of them. "I don't know any of them. Those ladies aren't known to me." -BAD UNCLE..he hadn't even introduced her to his girlfriend(s). " I don't know anyone here, save you and Verial." she admitted quietly. She hadn't exactly gone up to any of these strangers and tried to converse with them. Nor had anyone come thier way, and she imagined they might be scared too.

Soul
Nods agreeingly, "I agree though I have spoken to Elias about becoming Magistrate of Jade, we shall see how they like that." He shrugged, "To me a skeleton is no more terrifying than someone my size. Or the were-beast over there." He smiled to Blend, his ears focused on the commotion on the other side of the room but much like Blend feigning disinterest, knowledge was power. Soul had sat at the back of pubs for decades because pubs and inns and taverns was where alchol loosened tongues and secrets spilled in the air. A ball was similar to both and there seemed some kind of secrets to be had from the four on the other side of the room.

Reid Feral
The Swan Princess Reid, also known as the loud mouth Editor in Chief for The Chronicle, had been busy drinking all night. To put it simply, he was bored and getting ready to abandon this party. He had overheard a few good stories so the night was not completely dull. However, when he spotted Blend and Soul sitting by the bar drinking, Reid waltzed over to Blend and without a second thought, planted a kiss on the bony skeleton's cheek. "You're cute," Reid said with a nod. Afterwards, Reid turned and left to make way and leave the Winter Masquerade Ball. Did Reid have a think for skeletons or thin men in general? Who knew?

EvilWereBeast
Melvin's attention was caught when that sexy swan siren sauntered over toward the giant and the twig like bum. "Oh..baby," he shoved another cheese ball in his mouth as he watched Reid smooch on the boney guy's cheek. "Lucky bastard," he muttered as he snuck a peek at Ita's cleavage and thought of the ache in his gonads which wasn't going away any time soon. "Meh...my snake needs a good tugging," he blurted until he realized there were people around who clearly heard him and stared at him with utter disgust. "Oh...heh...scuse me, but man if you saw the size of these bad boys you'd understand...OOMPHF!" He grunted as Ita elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

Blend
Blend watched Reid wander off, shocked. He hadn't got much of a look at the man. "She was .. A lil' flat.." Shrugging, Blend looked back towards the crowd. "You know, Soul, I'll need to get a body back some day. Maybe it was just Tempesturo's plan to humble me, by making me get used to.. change. But I want to change back to something with a pulse. Then there'd be cute ladies, kissin' me on my cheek, instead of.." Blend motioned towards the doorway.

Madrin
Madrin bowed to Verial and Deanna respectfully. "Well now that this incident is settled I would like to wish you both well Lady Amelia and Lord Verial." The Lord commander then turned to Sahar. My lady if you would be so kind it would be an honor to share a dance with you. Madrin needed to get the healer to put her thorns away and calm down. After, that he would seek out Wish once more and hopefully share the rest of his evening with her alone.

Soul
"You know I could help with that." He glanced after Reid chuckling lightly at the almost dumbfounded Blend, "My body as Soul was created, as was this one. I kind of have a history of making bodies." He shrugged, "Though I suppose I've only had history in making arraki bodies, you want acidic blood?" The commotion was settling and the arraki found himself scanning for the King, at least Elias hadn't bore witness otherwise he might have had something to say.

Blend
Blend shook his head. "As much as I hate mosquitoes..." He thought about it longer. He really hated mosquitoes. "Yeah, err.. What I mean is, I want to be human again." He looked over towards Verial, Sahar, and Deanna. "It looks like they've calmed down. Do you think they'll scatter like flies again?" Shrugging, Blend rose from the stool, heading towards Verial.

Itarilde
Not only did she elbow him in the ribs, she pinched him right on the outer thigh. "-Maybe- if your good, you might get another kiss." She looked to the people staring and frowned somewhat. "Quit staring, ya'll know you're thinking the same things." Did she just say that? Yep! Most of them were likely thinking the same thing. "Don't eat too many of those cheese balls..there's plenty of things to try." Too much cheese would have him backed up and stuck in the bathhouse for a couple hours..or the woods. She didn't wanna think of that. These people were probably thinking he was the grossest person ever. "I also don't think Uncle Verial is coming back home...he never said goodbye to any of us..remember?"

SoulofBlackChaos
Alas his third conversation partner wandered away and the lost prince found himself moving as well. He walked towards Ita and Melvin, nodding politely. "Bansca is not to attend tonight?" Ita did not know him, nor did he know her but the prescence of his old friend could be felt upon her. "I havn't seen him in quite sometime, it is very likely he thinks I am dead. Could you pass a message to him that his old friend Soul will be in Jade at the next turn of the moon?" He smiled warmly, awaiting the appropriate response, his voice lowered though he couldn't risk anyone assuming he was Soul incase they tie it to the death of the Magistrate of Jade.

Valorius Malku
The Party Was Going On All Around, Conversations Going On And People Eating, Drinking, Enjoying Themselves. He On The Other Hand Had Found A Quiet Place Somewhere Off To The Side And Taken Up Residence There. A Bottle Was Left With Him By One Of The Servers Some Time Ago, And His Part In The Festivities Was A Quiet One. Ameerah Had Gone Off To Talk With Sylvana About Pack Business. The Pack Was Always Her Focus So When Matters Came Up Regarding It He Tended To Just Hang Back And Let Her Take Care Of It. There Wasn't Any Wolf In Him, At Least Not Physically. Maybe A Slight Thread Of Lycanthrope Energy Existed Somewhere Inside Him But It Was So Faint That It Could Easily Go Missed. Either Way He Had Been Left To Himself And That Was A Time Usually Spent Working. Since Work Had Been Put On Hold For The Time Being He Found Himself At A Loss On How To Fill His Time. So He Did What He Always Did In Those Situations – He People Watched. Passing His Eyes Over The Room Every Now And Then He Could Occasionally Be Seen Mumbling Something To Himself Over His Glass And Then Chuckling Softly Before Taking Another Sip Of His Drink.

EvilWereBeast
Melvin smiled sweetly to Ita and tapped her on the nose. "I would walk on broken glass for another kiss Ita." Melvin was the master of making the ladies gush and he knew it. He was contemplating asking Ita to maybe relieve the ache in his sack when he caught her glancing toward her uncle and the two chicks with him. "Hmm....he is a lucky bastard," he said again. "The little one is cute, but looks hostile, and honestly she passed me earlier and I swear she smells funny." He scratched his head then shrugged. "Now the tall one with the awesome melons? Hawwwwt." He grinned then looked at Ita and quickly wiped the smile off his face as he pulled his pixie princess toward him. "She's got nuthin' on you, babe. Nuthin'." And without asking for permission, Melvin bent her backward and planted a kiss on the surprised Ita. And straightened to see the arraki approach them....whoops. Delayed reaction. He eyed the tall beefy guy and pulled a flushed Ita closer just in case Syvern had any ideas about grabbing a handfull of Ita's tasty breasts.

Verial Akilara
After Sahar and Madrin stepped away from the two of them, Verial turned to face Deanna, his hand still in hers. He nodded with a certain sort of confidence before his next words. "I trust him, I do. He's not the type to lie, though I wonder if..." Verial's head lowered slightly towards Deanna's ear and he whispered. "I wonder if Elias knows what he is up to?" In any case, it did not matter if Elias knew or not; Deanna was still criminal in the eyes of many people and there was nothing that could really be done. He then stood straight once more, half a frown falling across his face. "You cannot expect me abandon you. Just as Madrin has his own duties, I have my own. Though I am the Lord of Arthuran, know that I will never betray you in such a manner, even if you ask." Verial wrapped his arms about Deanna and pulled her close, embracing her by the table despite the people in the room. Though the party was starting to die down and people leaving, Verial did receive a few curious glances as to who the Lord of Arthuran was holding. Looking over Deanna's shoulder, Verial saw a... skeleton walking their way and nodded with his head in Blend's direction. "Friend of yours?" Verial asked Deanna.

Valorius Malku
When You've Got Little To Take Your Attention Except Your Own Thoughts You Tend To Notice Things That Might Have Been Missed Before. At That Moment He Noticed Blood Under The Fingernails Of His Right Hand And Catching Sight Of It Brought Memories Of Where It Came From Into His Head. Again He Laughed (To Himself Of Course) As He Turned His Hand Back And Forth. It Had Been Wiped Clean Ages Ago But His Eyes Saw Beyond The Surface. Much Like The Way Ultraviolet Light Might Reveal Traces Of Murder He Could See The Stain That Ran Down His Hand And Disappeared Beneath The Sleeve Of His Coat. While Observing The Sight With An Almost Captivated Interest An Onyx Looking Blade Slowly Emerged From Beneath The Sleeve As If It Exited His Wrist. A Short Time Ago There Had Been A Chain, And Now It Was A Weapon – Somehow It Made Sense If Only To Him.

Itarilde
Moments after he tapped her nose, it wrinkled and then she grabbed her napkin and sneezed into it. No, she wasn't allergic to him, there was no possible way, she simply had needed to sneeze. Putting the napkin away, she then looked back to him and listened while he spoke and then shrugged. She had no real idea how lucky or unlucky her uncle was. He's been through so many women, she stopped keeping count. "He was with another woman not too long ago..the one you attacked in our valley. She's gone now." Another one who never said goodbye. And before she knew it, she was bent back and kissed and she had to grab hold of the flower over her ear as it had started to fall out from the sudden dipping. She couldn't breathe, think, or feel her lips for a few moments and she felt a blush creeping up on her cheeks. No sooner than she was helped up, she realized they had company and blushed even more. He was talking about her father and she was trying to place him, but she didn't recognize him. She had no idea who this man was. "Forgive me, but you seem to have me at a huge disadvantage. How do you know my father and who are you?" Shook her head. "I'm not sure if he'll be here or not, Sir." He was asking her to pass along a message and she had no idea if this man might be a friend or foe to her pa.

Valorius Malku
One Thing He Did Notice Was Something That Hadn't Caught His Attention Until That Moment. Not Because Of Any Specific Reason, Just Because It Was One Of Those Moments When You Can Almost Feel Someone's State Of Alert On A Near Palpable Level So It In Turn Brings Your Eyes On It. The It In Question Was Verial And His Guest. He Glanced From Verial, To His Guest, Then Back, And Just Smiled Faintly Waiting For The Man To Look In His Direction. There Wasn't Anything Said, Just A Nod Of His Head And A Telling Glance But That Was Extent Of It (He Wasn't Here To Spoil Anyone's Masquerade). The Last Time He'd Seen The Man Was The Meeting They'd Had When Verial Was Still Ruling Aleris In Alerion's Place. Obviously The Man Wasn't Doing Too Badly So He Could Only Assume That The Fallout Of What Occurred Hadn't Been Too Severe. Never One To Dwell On The Past He Raised The Glass In His Left Hand To The Pair Before Leaning Back Against The Wall. With His Hat Still Kept Low Over His Eyes He Began To Settle Into The Growing Quiet That Was Starting To Overtake The Party. Apparently Things Were Starting To Wind Down.

Soul
He smiled, giving them a moment to kiss. "I must take my leave I have a date with a beautiful young woman. Just let Bansca know Soul will be in Jade next month, he'll know what to do. Pleasure." He turned as suddenly as he had come and retrieved the polished leather jacket from where he placed it pulling it around his form. He was gone in a moment to the wait at the wall while the party ended. After the party the young blonde woman came to him, giddy. He smiled warmly and escorted her into the trees.

Deanna DiCorvino
Deanna watched as Madrin and Sahar made their way onto the dance floor and breathed a small sigh of relief. As her eyes wandered around a bit, she took in Valorius and that was when Deanna frowned. I know that man, she thought as her memory banks opened and she finally placed where and how. Sharay. She was afraid of him, that much Deanna recalled. A woman as well, but mostly this man. Why though, Deanna could not say and a shiver ran down her spine as Sharay's deeds came back to briefly touch upon her. It was Verial's words and his embrace that caused such painful memories to disappear for the time and she smiled faintly against his neck. "So noble," she murmured, her feeling of contentment fleeing as she lifted her head inquisitively when Verial asked his question and she felt gesture behind her. Slowly Deanna turned and sucked in a breath when she came face to face with Blend. "He is...I don't know how to explain it. He is...we are...bound in some way." Deanna shook her head and reached for Verial's hand. "Don't ask, please." How to explain the threads that bound Blend, Djarin and her? For Deanna it was no easy task. Perhaps Blend was better equipped to handle such a question.

Blend
Blend tilted his head to Verial as he approached, noticing as the man shared several hushed words with Deanna. The grinning pauper held out his cup. "A lovely party, Lord Verial. I hope you can spare a coin for the rich." He looked towards Deanna and tried to keep his tone light as he continued to speak. "I'm sorry I was.. too direct, earlier." He waggled the cup, the coins clinking happily as they danced about. "A coin?"

EvilWereBeast
Melvin stared at the giant of a man who finally left with some whorish blonde girl and....sighed. Now there was a man who was going to get some. Mournfully he watched them leave and then turned his attention to Ita. "Ok that wasn't weird or anything. Strange people here tonight, and I was kinda hoping for a fight to break out. Ah well." Melvin yanked Itarilde onto the dance floor for one last awesome chance to show off his moves and mad skillz before this little shindig was over. Besides, the cheeseballs were going right through him and it would give him a chance to squeeze out some gas without killing any guests in the process.

Verial Akilara
While Verial was holding Deanna against him, he felt a pair of eyes on him from across the room and looking over the top of Deanna's head, he noted it was Valorius Malku. Ah, so the leaders of Heruin had made an appearance. Valorius gave him a knowing smile and Verial smiled faintly in return. As Verial had no glass to lift in response to Valorius' gesture, Verial simply nodded his head. Truthfully, he should have made an appearance to the leaders of Heruin, but he was not sure if he would be able to make it. Perhaps they would forgive him for his silence in time. As Deanna explained Blend's situation with her, Verial looked down and laughed softly, a hand brushing against a few stray strands of her hair. "Hey, everyone has skeletons in their closet." As the skeleton came nearer, Verial took a step away from Deanna and reached into his pocket for something to give to Blend. Eventually, he did come up with a few gold coins and some pocket lint. "Thank you, boney stranger."

Itarilde
"Umm...that was a little weird. How does he know Pa? Better yet, how did he even know -me- and that I was...?" She trailed off as he pulled herup and back out onto the dance floor, where her thoughts while she danced with him. "Soul....that name sounds familiar." The more she thought on it, the more familiar it sounded. "Why did you want a fight to break out? This is supposed to be a fun time, not a violent one." Oh god..his silent-deadly farts were -rank-! Cheese-farts...just what the crowd needed. Wrapping her arms about his neck and resting her head on his shoulder during the slow dances, she took in every experience that she could. Memories danced in her mind of days gone past while she tried to put together the puzzle of how she knew Soul's name. "Seems Pa will be in for a trip once we tell him of our encounter."