505-12-20 Winter Ball

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Winter Ball
RL Date	September 6, 2008
Players	Princess Eleanor hosting, many nobles and citizens
Location	Great Hall, Gateway Isle
Crossroads Time and Weather
IC Date	December 20, 505 A.G.
Season	Winter

Great Hall - Gateway Castle
The Great Hall has been turned into something magical tonight. It looks like winter wonderland in here. But no magic has been used. Just a lot of hard work. Trees have been pulled into the hall and displayed freely about as if they were mere flowers. But obviously they are not. The trees smell like pine, full of life and lucious. Their branches are carrying little ornaments. When one gets close they will see that the ornaments are made out of glass and crystal. In specific, the glass ornaments are round and hold a snow scene that looks a lot like the plaza center. The crystal ones are snow flakes and beaded in pearl. The trees also hold onto snow. More snow and ice can be found in the snow tent not to far off from the hall. Throughout the lightening of the hall there is green holly with red berry attached to it. In the doorways hanging is mistletoe.There is a tradition that says if you are found under a mistletoe you must give your partner a kiss.
Musicians from the university are playing tonight. The music is mellow and just perfect for background noise. But to get in the festitivies of the ball most of their songs are of winter. Lots of flutes and violins are heard as a result. There's a tent that holds the dance floor, for those that may want to indulge into the music with movement.
Even the food for tonight has not been spared from the winter theme. A variety of foods are displayed on the tables that have been brought out.The tables are covered in blue and white. White candles are held in colorful glass ornament holders. Red, green, blue, purple. Wine is chilled and it looks like vapors are coming off of it but it just means that a freezing potion must have been used to make sure that the liquer stayed cold. The glasses that the wine is served in the lip of each glass has a circle of crushed ice around it. Little snowball cakes are seen. Made out of coconut.Dark chocolate emerging from within. Must be a outer barrier treat. There's also a machine that the Draughtens made that spits out crushed ice and different syrups are displayed on a nearby table if one wanted to make a snow cone.
There's a hat seen near the entryway where men can toss their names in and take a chance of snagging a dance with a beautiful lady. What that means is that men put your names into the hat. Look at the hat for directions and ladies when the men have done so and when it is time you get to draw a name out of the hat.

Eleanor steps into the great hall with Ethan. Even in an event like this she still has her knights with them. Talking quietly to the man she's heard asking,"So what do you think?" She must be refering to the decorations.

Ragnar is drinking a flagon of mead and watching other come in. He seems in high spirits this evening (not unusual for the young baron). He acknowledges Eleanor's entrance with a low bow.

Ethan leads the Princess lightly on his arm as he looks around the hall, "You did a lovely job, Your Highness." He offers her a soft nod before his eyes scan the surroundings with a bit more time, "You truly outdid yourself."

The musicians are starting their tune up. They are situatied in the middle of the hall, close to the dance tent so for any that may want to go in there can still hear the music but not be crowded in.

"Oh I didn't do it all by myself." Eleanor flushes at Ethan's words. She sees Ragnar and offers him a smile and a bow of her head. Greeting him, "Baron Dun Artan, I am so glad you could make it tonight."

Shayne steps into the hall a few moments after the princess, pausing just a few steps inside to admire the decorations festooning the hall. A faint, crooked smile touches one corner of her lips, though there is something more sincere and impressed in her eyes.

"Well, it's still lovely." Ethan offers the Princess a light pat on the arm before letting her go, "Would you like something to drink?" He watches her curiously with an easy smile, "I would offer a dance but I assume you'd wish to greet the guests first."

Servants dressed in winter blue and winter white mill around offering drinks to those that come to the ball. The trays that hold the drinks are silver and are sketched with snowflakes. The theme truly being seen tonight.

Ysora limps in on her husband's arm, but he quickly spirits himself off into mingling and drinking and generally not being a real presence. She whisltles clearly at all the festive decor. "Feels as though the temperature just dropped in here," she proclaims before limping further into the room. Upon seeing the princess, the Baroness curtseys.

Princess Eleanor chuckles when she hears Ethan, "Perhaps some wine." Pointing to a passing servant to indicate if he wants he could get one off of them. Turning she spies Ysora and Eamonn. Her chuckle remains when she sees how quickly Eamonn moves to mingle so it is Ysora she greets. "Baroness Cruciable, so good to see you." Seeing Shayne she inclines her head in that one's direction. Trying to make a point to greet each one personally.

Taking another swallow of the sweet mead, Ragnar bows again at Eleanor's statement. "Thank you, Highness. You are most kind and generous." He glances around, watching the very lovely women enter one after the other, followed my their dashing escorts. He himself has brought no one with him. Fear him, all you who deem yourself monogamous.

Niome is lacking in escort this evening. Not that strange for the Morien healer. She slips quickly in after Ysora and her husband, quietly slipping off to the side. Her hands wringing at the lovely dress that was commissioned.

Shayne sinks into a polished curtsey when the Princess looks in her direction. "Your highness," she murmurs with a polite, warm smile as she rises, holding the curtsey to suffice for the rest of the nobility in the room. "Your excellencies." Once she's taken in the surroundings, she steps a bit further from the doorway, trying not to block the traffic.

Ethan walks over to a server, picking up a pair of glasses of wine. He brings one back over to the PRincess and offers it to her, "You look lovely tonight, Your Highness. Truly, you outdid yourself." He grins looking down at his own outfit, "It seems we match this night, what a grand twist of fate!" He offers a light bow to each of the barons and baronesses before turning back to El, "So what is the second tent for?"

Apparently, Juste is alone this evening as well. While sans the wife, he does seem to be in good spirits nonthless as he makes his way into the great hall and into the recieving line. As it's his turn to greet Eleanor, he's probably one of the few that doesn't have to bow, since they're peers. "Eleanor, how lovely to see you again." he says, leaning in to kiss each of her cheeks in greeting.

Monogamous, married, and marvelous. Ysora is one of those fools! She grins widly at the Princess. "I think that's the first curtsey I've tried in ages. Remind me not to do that again. But you warrant it, and it's lovely here." She glances sidelong at Ethan and tosses the grin on to him. "I don't think I've had the pleasure. Or if I had I've forgotten. I'm Baroness Ysora Kilgannon of Crucible on Guardian." Quick grins to Juste and Shayne, and to that woman who walked in behind her and disappeared so quickly.

There's a smile offered for Niome. "You look lovely tonight, healer." She calls to the Morien. Smile lingering as she looks back at Shayne, "As well as you, Miss Locksly." When Ethan comes back with the glass of wine she takes it from him. "Thank you, Master Locke. It does seem we match. I guess with a themed party that is bound to happen." Looking to the tents that he points out. "One is for those that wish they can dance in there. The other is a snow tent. You can make snow creations or ice in there."

The standing Shayne, so alone a moment before, is graced with an arm attempting to make its way through the crook of one of hers, and a prominent smile to go with it. "Ah, dear woman, did you come here alone? I think you'd make a fantastic dance partner," Greydon tells the Guardians woman, the two of them sharing a certain likeness of person. "Seems they've not spared any expense, coin or levity."

Ah yes, Eleanor remembers well the Pais greeting and her smile remains for Juste. Asking him, "Where is your lovely wife this evening? She still owes me tea." Returning the sentiments back.

Niome quietly slips into what she believes is the receiving line. The poor dress still not saved from the abuse. Though at the call of the title, she casts a hunted look in that direction. "It is a pleasure to be invited," she replies in answer, dipping into a low curtsy. She doesn't seem the sort to take attention easily.

"Ethan Locke, I am newly arrived from Miller's Isle on Draught." He offers another light bow, "I am an investor in scientific research. I am here to speak with local associates, as well as speak to the Duchess Draught about my late cousin's estate." He pauses, "Ah, Sabrina Lancaster, providence guide her." He turns to the Princess and smiles, "Oh! Well, you know I'm pulling you into the snow tent later. We will make a snowman together!" He laughs lightly, clearly excited for the night.

Entering in, alone, Zane comes in, a stark figure in white, blue, and silver; the three colors pinned to the chill, and cheer, of winter. Moreover, he is juggling as he enters three crisp round globes of frosted, weighted glass to be as balls of ice, or snow. And, to top it off? He's singing.



"Suddenly the sky turnded gray,
The day,
Which had been bitter and chill,
Grew soft and still.
Quietly
From some invisible blossoming tree
Millions of petals cool and white
Drifted and blew
Lifted and flew,
Fell with the falling night."


"Greydon," Shayne laughs as her brother arrives, wending her arm with his, her smile easy. "I was wondering when you might make your appearance. And, for your information, I've promised several dances this evening. Though I'm sure I can make time for one more for my dear brother," she assures him, giving his arm a squeeze before leaning in to whisper something to him.

There's a chuckle from Juste as he smiles brilliantly at Eleanor. "My apologies, Eleanor, but it seems that dear Melissande, or rather, her child, doesn't know that morning sickness is supposed to be in the morning." he comments, letting that paticular cat out of the bag.

Citrine arrives alone, her cheeks red from the cold. She arrives just in time to hear about the Ambassador's aide's baby, eyebrows lifting at this piece of gossip, putting it aside to share later. It would seem there is a receiving line to greet the Princess, and she joins that readily enough, a look of wonder on her face as she gazes about the room.

Greydon directs a look towards the receiving line, and then back at his sister. He speaks a few words and shrugs, drawing her on his arm in Ragnar's direction. "Excellency," Greydon calls, that smile still at ease on his lips.

Ysora bows her head to Ethan, bright smile becoming sober as she hears his relations' names. "I knew her brother a bit, Baronet Samuel. He was a good man. My condolences to you and yours. I do hope that Miller's Isle is prospering despite their loss." She turns her head towards Juste at the mention of morning sickness. "Oh? Congratulations, on both your wedding and the child. If it's any help, it does seem to stop eventually. Or at least I hope this sticks! Is it rude to ask how far along she is, Ambassador?"

"Well it was quite a lovely curtsey Baroness Kilgannon. I am honored you would do that for me." Eleanor answers back. Smiling again when Niome speaks and listening to her. When she gets a spare moment she takes a sip of the wine that servants are passing around for those that wish to partake. Amusement reigns when she hears Ethan's plan of pulling her into the snow tent, "We shall see Master Locke. We shall see." When she hears Zane, his singing and juggling, applause is quickly heard by her hands. Giving an ah look when Juste answers her question, "Well, congratulations to you both. Please give her my greetins and I hope she will recover soon. It is a blessed thing to be with child after all." Inclining her head when she takes notice of Citrine next.

Baron Dun Artan turns at Greydon's call, offering a smile to the man even as one of the servers brings him another silver goblet of mead, the second of many tonight, undoubtedly. "Legionnaire..." he intones, moving forward to meet the two.

The Lord Heir of Apple Bluff, Zane, that juggling figure in white, continues juggling and catching the Princess' applause, he winks flirtaciously to her, and half-bows as he can. Then, he peers around as he tosses those frosted globes in a neat, arching circle. "Well, well, well," he says, mostly to himself, "They really outdid themselves. We ain't got nothin' like this in th' Fields, t'be sure." He grins, warmly, then considers all the people here who he doesn't know. Which is - everyone.

"I will do so, Eleanor." Juste responds easily. "But it leaves my dance card free for the evening." To Ysora, he grins. "We found out only shortly after the wedding, so it's not really sure." he says to the Baroness, shrugging his shoulders. "But it's no secret that Leuvians do not practice the same.. precautions.. as other nobles."

"You have my thanks, Baroness." Ethan lowers his head politely before giving a smile, "Yes, the Barony has been doing quite well. There has been a flux of inventors lately, and even in this city alone I have been meeting with many. They have some wonderous ideas, I can't wait to help them in their research. I do hope this city benefits from my presence." He continues to stand by the Princess' Side as he gives light nods to those who greet him. As the Princess speaks, he grins, "We won't see, we will. With all due respect, Your Highness." He chuckles lightly, obviously in a joking tone.

"Your excellency," Shayne smiles swiftly to Ragnar as her brother leads the way, dropping into another polished curtsey as they draw closer. "Please forgive us for intruding, but I'd been hoping to introduce myself for the last few weeks."

There seems to be a receiving line, but there are some in the Gateway Empire who give short shrift to lines and their like. Or, it seems, to the requirements of winter garb. Or, perhaps most noticably of all, to the idea of 'inside voices'.

"Someone said there was a party 'round these parts!" Arcadius's voice rolls like an avalanche over the gathered celebration, and as he tromps through the door, eyes aspark with humor, and cheeks -- or what can be seen of them, beneath a bristling auburn beard -- and nose already tinged red.

Niome smiles to herself, slipping towards the back again. Her hand finally away from the skirts and seeking out a drink. She glances towards the door at each new arrival, stifling a chuckle at the newest arrivals.

The male counterpart to Shayne's pleasant greeting offers a bow towards Ragnar, straightening with a mild smile across his mouth. "Indeed, it seems fortune has favoured you, and Dun Artan," Greydon tells the fellow guardian. "Congratulations to you and yours, hmm?"

Music is playing and servants are milling with finger foods and drinks.

Ragnar's smile is genuine. "It is no intrusion. This is a party, after all..." he glances around at the formality. "Well. At least, I hope it will turn into one." When Arcadius' voice booms through the room, the baron chuckles. "Ah, there we are. It's becoming more like one alreadye." He favors Shayne with a long look. "By all means.. I would enjoy knowing your name, Miss..."

Ysora winks at Eleanor at the acknowledgement of the curtsey. Yes, a wink! The scamp. It's brief, though, especially with the serious matters. She looks briefly between Juste and Ethan, thoughtful. "Well, Master Locke - we shall have to talk about the business of these inventors and how we might open markets to them beyond the barriers. The Spire is always awash with merchants looking to find the new great product." She turns her head at the great booming voice washing over the room and chuckles at Arcadius' entrance. "Guardian is out in force tonight it seems!"

Citrine smiles warmly at the Princess. "The Hall looks beautiful tonight, Your Highness - you and yours did a wonderful job of decorating." Citrine dipped into a curtsy, still gazing about the Hall with a look of awe upon her features. When nobility decided to pull out all the stops, the result was truly fabulous. She offers a warm, "Congratulations," to the Ambassador, before meandering towards a servant with refreshments, taking a goblet of wine and a little snowball cake. Then she seems at rather a loss of what to do, not seeing anyone she recognizes in the throng of people.

Zane, unceasing in his juggling, perhaps as the visage of Jack Frost, or some other wintery entity, starts to approach Shayne, grinning, "Lady," he greets, "Good t'see you! Duke Aaric," he says, warmly to Greydon. "Pleased t'meetya, Yer Grace." Catching all three frosted globes, he cradles them breifly to bow towards Greydon.

Princess Eleanor flushes at the talk Juste speaks of. Looking back at Ethan when he speaks, shaking her head some. Only for her smile to be lifted when Arcadius steps in. Gesturing with a hand to show that indeed there's a party going on. Saying to that one, "Well, Guardians is well represented tonight." Straightening a bit in her stature. Ever the polite princess and even being able to say Guardians without it coming out like a curse word. "Thank you very much, Miss." The comment towards Citrine. Stepping back some to take a sip of her wine. Eyes scanning the group as a whole.

"Shayne Locksley," the woman introduces herself to Ragnar, holding a hand out politely, palm down. "Of-" And then Zane is there, and she laughs, a faint flush in her cheeks. "Zane, so good to see you," she chuckles. "But no, this isn't his grace. This is my brother, Greydon, whom I told you about. Grey, your excellency, this is Zane, from Green Fields. I met him this afternoon while he was watching Miss Addison's parrot."

Rourke descends to the floor, a knight at his side and a quiet conversation taking place. His emerald gaze sweeps over the assemblage, a faint smile tugging at his features.

"I would appreciate that, Baroness." Ethan offers to Ysora. He turns towards Juste and says softly, "I could help you with the Ambassador, I also invest in the field of alchemy." As the Emporer makes his entrance, his eyes turn his direction. He bows lightly before offering, "Your Majesty."

Greydon's laugh is a short, harsh one, and he extends a hand towards Zane. "I don't know if you do me a credit or a disservice, Zane, but I will take it for what it is worth all the sam-" The arrival of the Emperor, though, earns an immediate glance from the man, whom turns to execute the precise obeisance of the Legion for the monarch.

Niome stalls in her people watching. The woman could be statuary were it not for her dark skin. She dips into a low curtsy should the emperor's gaze lok her way, and hten back over the assembled crowds. The gentle abuse once more offered to the delicate skirts.

There's a spirit of happiness now seen in Eleanor's face when she sees the Emperor. Quickly going into a curtsey for him. Or perhaps there is relief that he showed up. No matter how briefly. Giving a quiet 'excuse me' she makes his way over to him. Touching his arm she tells him, "I'm so glad you could make it."

Juste /laughs/ at Ethan. "We wanted children." he says with a shake of his head, utterly amused as he just offers a smile at Ethan, patting him on the shoulder. "It's a blessed thing, be happy, oui."

Zane blinks, towards the Emperor's arrival, unable just yet to respond to Greydon. Instead, he bows towards the entrance of the Keeper, "Yer Majesty," he greets, still cradling the frosted globes he'd previously been juggling. "Er. Hi." He gives Rourke, then, a sheepish sort of grin, unsure of what else to say to the Imperial figurehead.

Ragnar likewise bows before the emperor, showing his respect and allegiance. He then turns to Shayne and takes her proffered hand, leaning forward to plant a kiss upon it. "Very pleased to meet you, Shayne, and pleased indeed that one of my own will ascend to such a station. You will make a fine Duchess."

Juste offers a polite bow to Rourke a flourish to it.

Emperor Rourke just looked at you.

Arcadius is a giant of a man, and he ambles behind his giant voice into the hall. Rather than approaching that receiving line, he casts a smile and a tilt of his head to the Princess who establishes that, yes, this is in fact a party. "Oh, ho!" he notes as the emperor makes his appearance, and at the sea of bows. "They don't skimp on fancy company in these parts, do they?" His words -- easily audible -- seem to be addressed to the nearby Citrine.

As the obeisances are delivered, there's a warmth even to the reserve of Rourke's features. He inclines his head, his words of, "Merry winter eve to you all," bidden in tones that easily penetrate the hall's vastness. A rare thing these days, to see him in public. His first direction is toward Eleanor, a more private smile given to her. "El, it's all beautiful what you've done here." Softer words, and his hands are held out toward her.

Ysora turns when Ethan offers up another royal title, fully expecting to see Mena. Instead, there's a Rourke! She's one of many likely surprised parties as she leans forward into a deep bow. She straightens and smiles warmly, and maybe with just a little awe, at the gentleman. "Now that is a fine surprise indeed, Your Majesty!"

When the Keeper arrives, Shayne sinks into a deep curtsey, holding it for a long moment and watching the man as she rises slowly. Only then does she turn back to Ragnar, her smile returning swiftly. "My, how news spreads," she laughs low. "But thank you, your excellency. I do hope to have a chance to prove myself."

Niome bears a secret sort of smile, if not somewhat wistful. Her drink finished and seeking another soon after. Again, the subtle shadow within the hall. You'd think that she were nervous.

Ragnar smiles and nods to Shayne, turning his head once more to regard her brother. "So. What brings the Grey Wolf to hunt at a Winter Ball? I'll admit I'm not the most comfortable in places like this. And in this white armor I look like a bloody snow flake with boots." He chuckles. "Could I tempt you both with something to drink?" he beckons for one of the stewards.

"Thank you." El almost beams under her brother's praise. Getting things ready for the ball was a good distraction after all. She takes a hold of the hands that are offered her way and squeezes them. Smiling a bit wider than she air kisses Rourke's cheeks. She must be praticing the Pais greeting.

"Well. Those are rare enough that was worth showing up all on its own," Greydon decides, to himself and perhaps the sister beside him. But a glance over at her and her conversation with Ragnar that has him shrugging, and plucking a glass of something off a passing tray. "Hmm?" He looks back over at the Baron of Dun Artan, his lips curving at that reminder of other times. "Supporting the pack, so to speak, Excellency."

Ethan looks towards the Princess, giving a soft smile as she greets the Emporer. He takes a few steps forward, but gives her a polite space to speak with her brother. He takes a sip of wine, scanning the crowd with a wide gaze.

Zane watches Rourke a longer moment, "Huh," he says to those closer to him, "So that's the Keeper. I thought he'd be taller," he muses, in matter-of-fact tones. He grins, then, shrugging, and looks back to Greydon, "So, yer her big brother, eh? Th' one that does all th' bashin' in of heads?"

Citrine grins at Arcadius, shaking her head. "No, they don't. Isn't it lovely?" Her tone, seeming much quieter in comparison to the giant speaking to her, holds a bit of wonder to it. She curtsys to the Emperor when he enters, directing a smile towards him. "I'm Citrine Montaigu, of Sorcery's Crest," she says to Arcadius, offering her slender gloved hand.

Ragnar laughs at Greydon's comment. "Indeed. Alas, I appear to be a lone wolf myself tonight. But the night is young, and everyone looks beautiful. I imagine I will either be dazzled by someone, or do the dazzling myself. Or else, I shall become drunk enough not to care."

Servants are still here dressed in winter garb and trying to entice others to share in the bounty. Or if they would rather serve themselves the food is buffet style.

"A drink would be-" And then the server is there with drinks and Shayne nods politely as she accepts one. "Lovely," she approves, taking a sip and trying not to choke on it when Zane asks his question. "Your excellency, would you allow me a dance sometime this evening?" she asks Ragnar, arching a brow.

Ragnar nods his head once and smiles. "I would be delighted..."

Rourke squeezes Eleanor's hands briefly, his eyes tracing her features. "You do not need to thank me. Tis I who thank you for your hard work, for the people of the Empire." He finally releases that touch and glances slowly about, reaching to take a drink that is offered to him. He sips, just wetting his lips. "What are the tents for?"

"Oh, and here we are. A self-described wolf, and my sister... whom I've heard called a fox, I'll tell you. Which to do the dazzling, hmm?" Greydon's laugh is rather amused, and hearty at that, swallowed down with a mouthful of wine. "I don't know which of you to warn, I think I'll just have to leave it to fate."

Ysora smiles brighly at Juste and Ethan before moving on in her mingling. Ys and her limp head over in a new direction, drifting over towards Arcadius and Citrine for the moment. Oh, she's still looking around, but time to meet a few new faces. "Lord Copper Run isn't it? I don't think we've managed to meet more than maybe once in a crowd. Baroness Kilgannon. I just wanted to tell you that you have a wonderful laugh!" She turns to Citrine, her hands at her side still - both gloved, but one limp and useless. "Hello. I don't think I've had the pleasure at all." Occasionally she steals a glimpse at the princess and her brother, but hey - it's a rare sighting to be enjoyed!

If the mountain that is Arcadius bends for anyone, it's the Emperor -- and that only with the creaking of leather and a rounding of shoulders, like one set to duck his way under a door. Citrine's greeting receives rather a rich laugh from the Lord of Copper Run. Her hand? He engulfs it in his paw, and gives it a surprisingly gentle shake. "Citrine Montaigu. Arcadius Athelstan, of Copper Run. You want a drink?" A pause. "/I/ want a drink."

Eleanor dips her head at Ethan seeing him at the corner of her eye and gestures towards him. She looks like she'll introduce the man to her brother. Her smile remaining as she speaks to Rourke. Picking up another passing wine glass when her hands are freed. "One is a dance tent. There's a hat over there which the men can drop their names in and than the ladies can draw a name out to share a dance in." She continues, "The other is the snow tent where people can make creations out of snow and ice."

"I'm sure you won't be alone for long, Grey," Shayne smirks at her brother, taking another sip of her drink. "In fact, I think you should go and dance with the baroness," she adds, dipping her chin toward Ysora with a brief, significant glance at her brother.

Niome remains content to hide. Such is the blessing of the shy. She chuckles at a tidbit of overheard conversation, nursing her second drink.

If winter is the dominant theme tonight, then the newest solitary arrival has a very interesting take upon what constitutes the cold season of the long dark. The ripped open heart of the aurora, the glitter of light lancing off a field of snow, that more or less encompasses Niamh while she wanders her way through the masses. Somewhere alcohol is out to be had, and she means to snag herself a glass before they all disappear once and for all down the maws and the gullets of Guardians. Her sauntering pace describes a certain level of unbothered confidence, and she crosses through the unfamiliar crowds with a smile for each and every one of them. A room full of patrons and she full of stories of sunny places, and a shirt cut open in the back from throat to hip. Hey, something has to work!

As Arcadius turns toward the table laden with beverages -- and there /must/ be a table laden with beverages -- he nearly runs over the drifting Ysora. "Baroness Kilgannon, is it?" he answers her introduction, and his laugh rolls once more. There's no insult in his words: mearlymountain roughness. "Eamonn's wench, are you? Well. It's a right pleasure, it is."

Ethan walks forward as the Princess motions to him. He drops into a low bow before the Emperor. He smiles warmly, picking himself up before saying softly, "Your Majesty."

The ring of voices, the dizziness of the event, Rourke closes his eyes momentarily, wetting his lips again. "I'll have to look at the tent with the snow shortly, then," he tells Eleanor with reserved cheer. "And who have we here?" One brow lifts while he considers Ethan, looking between her and Eleanor with expectation.

Citrine chuckles. "The drinks do look good," she agreed, holding up the snowball cake concoction she held in her free hand, trailing after the Lord as he goes to fetch himself a drink. Citrine gets one for herself, sipping at the fragrant bouquet of the wine as she does. She notices Ysora, smiling a greeting. "Hello, Baroness," she greets the other woman.

Zane picks up his frosted globes, and pitches them into the air again, starting to juggle once more. He winks, merrily to Shayne, and moves off, to let the Guardians speak of swords, and wolves, and foxes of their own accord, meandering across the Hall, looking for his next - er - victim.

Eleanor sees that look from Rourke and gives a small wince. But she puts cheer back into her voice. "Yes, of course. I think you would like it there." She looks back over at Ethan, "This is Master Ethan Locke of Miller's Isle." Saying a bit quieter, "He's veying for the position of Baron."

Ysora ducks and weaves before the mountain can topple over her. The rough laughter wins an echo in her voice. "You are going to call me Ysora when we meet again, I tell you Lord Athelstan. A laugh like that, we're bound to be friends. As for Eamonn, well, I've never thought I had the cleavage to be a proper wench. Not until the last week or two at least. And I make a terrible serving girl." She hasn't troubled herself with a drink yet. For the young woman, she hmms. "Did I hear you called Citrine Montaigu? An honorable family you have, miss. Well met."

With the accompaniment, but not escort, of an Imperial Knight, the Empress finally makes her appearance at the ball. That the Emperor is here is news that does travel pretty fast, so her first order of business is sinking into a graceful curtsey in his direction.

There's one lone servant who has the hat duty job. As he passes the men at the ball he's heard telling them. "Put your name in for a chance in a dance with a lady. Its all by chance." His words are continuely repeated. Stopping every now and than so each male may do so as bidded. It would be fun! Try it.

Ethan nods softly, towards El before turning to the Emperor, "Yes, I have recently come to the city to speak about my cousin's estate." He smiles warmly, "However, there is also time to speak to an old friend in the Princess, and enjoy a kind night." He looks around before offering, "She really did do a beautiful job, on the party, and on her own gown."

"I didn't make my own gown." Eleanor tells Ethan, "That would be the Imperial Seamstress doing, Miss Tailor." In seeing the Empress make an entry she seeks into a curtsey for her.

With everyone mixing and mingling, the Ambassador from Pais drifts back for a moment to watch the unfolding scene, picking up his drink as he does so. Curious eyes scan the crowd, marking whom he does and doesn't know, but as it settles on one, that amused smile crosses his features. The young woman moves with the grace of a deer in full sprint, a confidence that would demand respect for those that are weak-willed enough to give into the empty promise of the light bouncing from covered chest to the south to northern exposure. Dropping his name in the hat, really, for the hell of it, it's a second glass he's snagged up and come up behind Niamh. "Ethan shakes his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean." He pauses, "I just meant you looked lovely, Your Highness. However, please send the seamstress my regards, she did a lovely job."

Juste tosses a parchment into the hat.

Oo! Empress! Zane grins, wide, "Yer Majesty," he says, tossing the ice globes about still, in practiced juggling ease. And, he starts to approach her, smile charming, and accent easily identifiable. "Pleased t'meetcha," he says, cheerfully, "'M Zane. Er, Lord Heir Zane Langdon, Majesty. I sent ya a letter, 'bout yer post?"

Katie comes into the hall slowly and shyly, brushing the fabric of her skirt self conciously. Stepping to one side of the door, sinks in curtsy to all the Imperials in attendence.

Princess Eleanor chuckles when she hears Ethan. "Oh its not a problem." When she sees that hat being passed around she encourages Ethan, "You should put your name in the hat. You'll get a dance for your efforts."

There's little drifting in Arcadius's steps -- he strides, and seems to expect the women to accompany him as he reaches the table. He frowns, briefly, at the wine provided, and stares at the table as though it will, of its own volition, provide him something else. "Ysora? A pretty name. I'll use it, fair, if you'll call me Arcadius. Don't have much use for titles when everyone's standin' around in the dark on account of someone forgot the matches. Only blame'n hollerin'."

Aileana arrives at the ball with a warm smile on her lips already at the mention of a party, the no stress kind that she's not throwing.

Rourke gives a bit of a study to Ethan as he's introduced, a critical gaze awarded the man that his sister would want to call forward to meet him. Then a political smile graces his features and he murmurs, "Master Locke, well met indeed. How long have you been in Gateway?" But his wife's entrance draws his attention, as if there were a magnetic pull between them. His attention turns toward her unerringly, and he watches her with the smile almost gone from his features. Only the slightest tuck in the corners of his lips bespeaks volumes for the sentiment behind his eyes.

Arcadius tosses a parchment into the hat.

Niome offers a small wave to Juste, and finally one towards Ragnar. She doesn't offer any comment but rather slips off towarsd the door, remaining quiet.

Eleanor sees Katie and points her out to Ethan, "That would be the Imperial Seamstress now. She is also my lady in waiting." She beckons with a hand for Katie to come near.

There are other drinks provided. Just not listed. Ale, warrior's milk, water, cider, to name a few.

Ethan grins, beginning to write on a sheet of paper, "I already plan on getting at least one dance from you, Your Highness." He turns towards the Emperor and says, "I haven't been here for too long, ah, a week or two. However, it's been a productive stay so far. I have been meeting with the local inventors and alchemists. An amazing array of talent in this city, Your Majesty, truly." He turns towards the Empress, giving a low bow. As the Princess calls forward the young woman, he turns and offers her a smile.

The hat toting servant is still trying to get the men of the ball to toss their name in.

Ethan tosses a parchment into the hat.

Mena's returning smile to Rourke is nothing near hidden as she exchanges that glance with him from where she is. Her gaze lingers upon the Emperor for a moment as she inclines her head to the Princess. "My apologies for being so late, Highness!" she says to Eleanor. But then her attention is drawn to Zane. "Good evening, Lord Langdon. It is a pleasure to meet you. I did receive your letter, yes, thank you for your interest in the voyage."

Aileana does pause to curtsey to the Imperials and then heads for the table that holds warm cider, "Oh, a warm drink sounds so good right now."

"Oh it is perfectly fine, Empress." El enthuses. "I am sure your son has kept you truly distracted." Her words sincere. "I am glad you can make it now." Looking from the Empress and Emperor. Her expession shows pure delight that the two can see each other. Indeed Rourke's appearances in public are rare after all.

Shayne looks over to where the man is walking with the hat, a brow arching curiously. "Well, that's one way to make certain everyone comes out with a partner," she observes with some amusement. "And to meet new people, no less. Well. Perhaps after a few rounds with the hat, you'll save me a dance, your excellency," she smiles easily to Ragnar.

Katie makes her way over towards the Princess as she beckons. Dropping a small curtsy when close. "Highness? Did you require me in some way?" returning Ethan's smile with one of her own.

"I just wanted to introduce you to Master Locke." El tells Katie, "He complimented me on my dress and I wanted to give where credit was due. I explained to him that it was you that made it."

Turning towards the Leuvian ambassador, Niamh offers the beginnings of a smile as she sips the potent spirits inside the delicate little glass. She licks the remainder of the alcohol from her winter-pale lips, her hazy raincloud gaze slipping down the man and up again to focus upon his face. She replies back to Juste in his own language, her fluid cant nearly identical to his own mastery, albeit rendered in the songbird tones of her unusual accent. ""You truly do lovely work, Mistress." Ethan lowers his head, "It is amazingly detailed, might I ask you how long you worked on it for?"

Zane winks to Mena, "You bet, Majesty. You look absolutely beautiful, too." He grins, wide to her, "Look forward t'goin', that is - if ya feel I'm worthy, an' all." A flash of a smile, to the Empress. "But, I won't steal no more a yer time," he assures her, as the globes of frosted glass twist in the air as he juggles them, effortlessly.

"I'm glad you're already making friends here then, Master Locke," Rourke murmurs, looking back to the man he's being introduced to. He links his hands behind his back. "I think I'm going to go look at that tent, El. And good eve, Miss Tailor." He dips his head to her and begins an oblique path through the crowd toward one of the tents.

Ysora turns at the latest round of bowing and curtseying. Her next bow is for Mena. When she straightens, she steals a few seconds just to look between the Empress and Rourke. It's not like Ysora is often short of smiles, but a new one blooms as she watches them. The baroness inclines her head towards Arcadius and says, "You know, you watch those two in the same room ... I hope my husband and I look that way together sometimes. And aye, you can be Arcadius easy enough. Makes perfect sense, I imagine. Less of a mouth full down in the mines!"

Quietly slipping in the door, and looking very tentative, is the black-clad Dorian. He surveys the scene, does his best to put a smile on his face, and makes his way toward the crowd, eyes scanning to find familiar faces.

"I am sure we shall be in touch, my lord," Mena says to Zane with her smile remaining, tipping her head to the young man. "Thank you for the compliment. I hope that you enjoy your evening."

Ragnar smiles. "Consider it a promise. But I suppose, since the hat is circulating, I should put my name in. I am a terrible dancer, though. It isn't something they taught back in barracks."

"Alright." Eleanor smiles at Rourke, "Maybe you can make something while your in there?" Sure she says this to the man who just did some great things just the other night. Watching as he moves away. Just a small flush of worry sketching her features.

Ragnar tosses a parchment into the hat.

Ah! The ale does make its appearance, and that draws the easy smile back across Arcadius's features as he hefts not one but two tankards of the stuff. "Might you be so happy, then," he offers Ysora with that toast, ere turning merry eyes on Citrine. "And you, lass? You got a fellow?"

Niome dips into a polite curtsy to Dorian on her way for the door. "Good night," she murmurs and slips out quietly again.

Briony slips in through the door, and pauses, perhaps to make an entrance fitting for a Baroness, perhaps just to stand there like a snowflake in a hot house. She licks her lips, and looks about for familiar faces... and mostly to see who's there.

Katie curties to the Emperor as her name is mentioned, "Majesty." before looking back to the Princess and Ethan with a slight blush to her cheeks. "Thank you. I am glad that you like it so." then blinks a little. "How long?" I'm... not quite sure to tell the truth. I just started and worked till I was done."

"Of course, dear Niamh." Juste winks. "And unless you have suddenly decided you are male, you will be drawing, not dropping." he points out to her a he offers his arm to the adventurer. And deciding to start up at the top of the heap, the Ambassador leads Niamh right to the Imperial party. "Majesties, how good to see you both out and about. How is the newest petit?" he asks with a grin, "This is a dear friend, Niamh Cavanagh, perhaps you have read her works.. Niamh, the Emperor and Empress of Gateway." he pauses, and mock whispers to her. "You should curtsey." he teases her playfully, as he himself releases Niamh's arm to offer a tip of a bow to the couple.

Citrine smiles warmly at Ysora. "Yes, I am Citrine Montaigu. Have you met any of my family?" She inquired curiously, tilting her head. Citrine nibbled the snowball cake with pleasure, licking the corners of her lips to get rid of the bits of coconut that had rested there. She, too, had noted the way the Empress and the Emperor had smiled at one another, and nodded her agreement to Ysora, "Doesn't it just warm your heart? Those two are wonderful together." A smile lingers on her lips. At Arcadius's question, she turns a delicate shade of pink. "I.. not.. really, no. There's one boy who I sort of.. kissed.. the other day, but I haven't seen him since."

Aileana notes Briony and waves to her, "Good evening, Baroness!" She turns from the food table and takes a sip of her cider as her gaze scans the rest of the crowd.

Zane tosses a parchment into the hat.

"Ah, well, it's lovely!" Ethan laughs, looking towards Katie. He turns back towards the Princess and asks softly, "Is everything okay, Your Highness?"

Briony tosses a parchment into the hat.

"Luckily, I have danced with many poor dancers," Shayne laughs to Ragnar. "I'm certain I can make it. If you'll excuse me, though?" she asks, taking a sip of her drink and stepping back. "I've been meaning to introduce myself to Lord Arcadius, and it's so rare to catch him outside of a mine," she chuckles, smile crooked.

Mr. Hat Bearing Servant continues to make his rounds making sure all the men who wish to participate in a chance dance get to do so.

Rourke gives the hat bearer a look and says, dryly, "No, but thank you." He wanders into the snow tent, a knight following along.

Princess Eleanor turns some to hear Ethan's remark. She nods, "Yes, of course. Lovely ball isn't it?" Distracted as she plays with her wine glass. "I wonder who will end up with who in this dance."

Ysora coughs aloud to cover a bit of laughter as she lifts her hand to her mouth upon hearing Citrine's answer about the boy and the kissing. She lowers her hand and grins widely. "No, no I don't think I've had the pleasure. Well now, that's a way to meet new folks! Certainly a bit more than I imagined I'd be finding out about anyone this evening. Well." She pauses, not sure what to say before she goes on with her usual cheery forthrightness. "I hope he was a good kisser! Perhaps we shall find you a dance partner tonight." Arcadius gets another grin. And still no drinks for her.

And in comes the Gypsy! Andre walks in, not really dressed for the occassion. In fact, it looks like he just followed a crowd in out of curiosity. His bracelets chime as always, adding a bit of music to his nonsensical babbling. As a server passes, he grabs for a glass of wine, downing it quickly before giving a look about the room, "Here? It is.. busy." He nods, trying to catch sight of someone he might know.

Mena makes her way through the crowd, her knight following her diligently. She does stop and incline her head to Juste as she catches his greeting. "Good evening, Ambassador. Thank you, it is very good to be out and about, I assure you. The newest Prince is wonderful, a blessing, truly. And yes, I have met Miss Cavanagh, though it has been some time. It is good to see you again," she says to Niamh. "I heard you had left?"

"Oh, ho!" Citrine's answer brightens the eyes of the Lord of Copper Run, and he takes a swig from his tankard. A bit of ale baptizes his auburn whiskers, but he doesn't seem to mind it. "That's a daring lad -- kiss'n run, is it? Well -- if you won't tell my wife, I'll give you a whirl 'round the dance floor tonight. And you--" he nudges Ysora with an elbow, though his nudge is nearer a shove. "Eamonn wouldn't begrudge it, eh? In the fair name of good neighborly conduct?"

"But of course." Insouciance rimes the words tumbling out on the honeyed laugh from the explorer, her finger waved in a loose circle. Niamh replies, "Look at all the lovely women about. Do you think there are enough men for them all? A guarantee of making someone's evening interesting." Progress through the room taken with a feline stride matched to Juste's, allowing him to lead just slightly, her sheared skirts whisper and rustle in their rainbow profusion until stopping just short of the Imperial couple. Flicking an amused look towards the Leuvian, she drops into her rakish bow rather than the expected curtsey, the cut of her attire far more suited for the former rather than to the latter. "Your Majesties," she keeps it simple, where it could be inevitably more difficult. "Congratulations upon your blessings." Yes, keep it simple. Really.

Ethan looks towards the Princess, "Yes, it's very lovely." He beams brightly, giving the whole scene a look again, "I do wonder who I will dance with." He ponders looking at the various options, "I guess we'll see, right?"

Briony sees Ana! Her savior. She heads over that away, all that flesh moving tightly under the raw silk. It's a rare thing to see the Baroness dressed up, without a mud stain in view. "Good evening, your Grace," she smiles to the lady, and eases down in a curtsey. "Where's the ale?"

"Last call to drop yer name n' the hat!" Mr. Hat Tender bellows. He must be from Green Fields. "Than the ladies draw to see who dare partner es fir the 'irs 'ance!" He stands by the dance tent so any who may have missed him has no excuse now.

Citrine grins up at Arcadius, leaning over to show Ysora her slip of paper. "It seems I drew Arcadius for the chance dance! So you owe me two dances tonight, my lord Arcadius." She grinned up at the big man, taking a sip of her wine and getting another nibble from her snowball cake. "I don't think he ran away.. he's sort of.. mysterious." Citrine pondered a moment. "I was rather forward, I might have scared him. I was cold and he gave me his coat.. I still have his coat." A smile lingers on her lips as she remembers this. "So he'll have to come back eventually." It seems Citrine Montaigu is a mischevous creature.

Aileana gestures to the table with a keg on it, "Right over there. I bet it's the holiday ale. I tasted a few sips of it in my tower, and I swear you can just pick up the barest hint of mint." She just sighs happily then, "How are you?"

Princess Eleanor nods at Ethan, "Yes, guess you will have to wait and see huh? Either way it will be fun. It will give people an oppournity to mingle perhaps with those they may not know."

Juste winks at Niamh. "I'll be in the dance tent. My partner can come find me there." he teases her as he steps away.

Katie going over to the refreshments, lifts a glass of white wine to sip and hold for the moment, looking about at the decorations and such.

"Thank you," Mena says to Niamh with a smile. "I hope you enjoy the evening. Her Highness certainly has done a most lovely job of it."

"Mint, eh?" The baroness of Burgundy Terrace is certainly tempted. "Maybe I can sneak over and grab a snoot before the dancin' starts." The Baroness gris widely, and waves down one of the servers. "I'm doing alright. Haven't hit anyone this week. Yet."

Ysora inclines her head to Citrine. "Then you have the perfect excuse to see him again, don't you? Well done." She feels her lips twitching towards a smile with that ale baptism decorating Arcadius' fuzz. "I think ... " She just blinks at the elbow and then laughs boldly. "I think that can be arranged, you big bully! You look like your toes are strong enough."

Ethan nods slightly. He picks up another glass of wine before looking towards the Empress with a smile. He turns back to the Priness adding softly, "Yes, it should be fun. I must admit, it's been a long while since I've last had to dance. I hope I don't step on anyones toes!"

Seeing nobody familiar, Dorian decides to play the odds and finds his way over to the hat tender to offer his name.

Dorian tosses a parchment into the hat.

Princess Eleanor smiles at Ethan, "Well I am sure toe stepping might happen tonight. But it will be done in the spirit of fun." Looking over at Katie she murmurs towards her, "I think you should draw a name when the tender gives the time for it."

"I think I did..or was that last week? Maybe it was last week, but it was certainly good." Aileana replies with laughter, "Nothing like the feel of a knuckle planting into flesh when you're pissed off."

Andre is making his way around the party, sampling the various spirits with interest. He doesn't seem to really understand or maybe care what it is the party is for. He just knows there is food and drink here, and that's pretty good. He lifts a cup of mead to his lips, scanning the area. Seeing Katie he beams, "Katie! Hello, my friend!"

The Lord of Copper Run keeps his toes inside his boots -- but they're awfully big boots, and likely can support the likes of Ysora Maritus. "Now that's hardly a fair trade," Arcadius comments behind another swig of ale. "A kiss for a coat? Fellow can buy another coat, ready enough. You take his trousers, on the other hand..."

Mena continues on her way through the crowd, smiling brilliantly at people as she passes, though she's certainly on her way to where her husband is. Perhaps to see him, or perhaps just to escape the large crowd for a few minutes before dancing starts. There are tents to go into that will help reduce spam, if people are interested!

Katie gives the PRincess a bit of a shy smile and blush. " I really don't know how to dance very well Highness but if you wish it, I shall draw a name." offered quietly back. But then her name is being called again. "HEllo Andre. Come to see what a ball is like have you?" a warm smile given to the man.

Briony captures a mug of ale and nods to the dance tent. "I am going to go hide in there until it's time," responds the redhead, sipping a bit off the top. "Ooh... this is great stuff. Not from my fields, but just wonderful..." She waves to her Duchess and slips into the less-spammy tent, drinking as she walks; truely a talent born of Fielders.

"Alright girlies!" The hat tender calls out. "Come right on over here. Draw your name. Seek your partner and pull him into the dancing tent." And yes Greydon you can!

"People seemed happy heading here, so I? I see what it is." Andre lifts a cup, "And I find the drink! And the Katie!" He laughs, "The Katie and the drink? It makes for the good time." So I? I will stay, yes?" He down the cup looking around for his next.

Andre tosses a parchment into the hat.

Greydon tosses a parchment into the hat.

Shayne bobs a curtsey as Ragnar departs, taking a sip of her drink before starting toward Ysora and Arcadius...But then the call for dances is done, and she stops with a wry smile. "Just as well, then," she murmurs to herself, setting her glass aside and starting toward the hat.

"Well, I'll try not to take advantage of the opportunity to step on toes." Ethan grins, looking towards the hat. As the man calls out for ladies, he waits in anticipation.

Citrine tosses a parchment into the hat.

Niamh tosses a parchment into the hat.

Princess Eleanor looks over at the hat tender and tells Ethan, "Well, I guess I should draw my name. See who gets that first dance with me." Almost embarrassed but she looks like she could have fun with this. Giving a nod to Katie, "It would be fun. Really." Making her way to the hat man.

Katie looks over at the call to draw a name and with a glance to Eleanor takes a deep breath. "Excuse me just for a moment please Andre. I have to go and pick a name." and follows the Princess over to draw one out.

Dancing! Such excitement, and all the people Niamh knows escaping towards the tent of snow or dance tents. She cannot spare herself anything but the echoes of laughter limn her lips and brighten eyes too pale to be anything but winterborne, so fair a grey they might be pale as opals tonight. She draws towards the hat, sipping at her drink rather than downing it, hand resting upon her hip. "A late birthday present for Her Highness!" she applauds, "And a gift for someone else."

"Good luck." Ethan offers as the pair make their way to the hat. He watches intently, awaiting his fate.

Princess Eleanor draws the first name out and laughs. "Well my dance partner is already in there." It seems she pulled out Juste's name.

Ysora looks down at Arcadius' boots as well and then grins. "They'll do." She pulls the name and peeks at it curiously. "Except alas - I did not draw your name! All the same, this should be fun. I haven't the faintest idea who this fellow is!" She proclaims it a fun idea, but there's a hint of nervousness. She holds out the slip for the others. "Any of you know who this Andre fellow is?"

Aileana does walk towards the hat holder to draw out a name, curious to see who she may draw. She takes a sip of her cider on the way.

Shayne moves to draw a name from the hat once Ysora and Eleanor have gone, stepping aside after to read her slip.

Citrine walks over to the hat, reaching into it and rustling around until she pulls out a name. "Zane Langdon," she reads from the slip, violet eyes searching the room. "Who's Zane Langdon?" She raises her voice a bit to be heard over all the bustle.

Andre's ears perk up as he hears his name. The Gypsy makes his way over and says, "I'm Andre, hello." He bows, the pracelets chiming as he rolls his hand, "You? You got the best dancer there is, yes? I am a gypsy. It is not fail to compare me to the others. I am agile, like cat." He nods proudly.

Shayne laughs when she reads her slip, smile wry as she looks up. "Grey, it seems you get the first dance anyhow," she laughs to her brother, holding out the slip between two fingers.

Aileana looks towards Niamh and then hands the name back to the hat person, "No thank you." She gives the slip of parchment back, but does stand off to the side in case there are any remaining after other names have been drawn.

Zane peers at Citrine, and his ice-globed balls fall neatly into his hands, and he grins, "'M Zane Langdon, pretty," he tells her, cheerfully. "An' who're you, m'lovely?" He asks, bowing slightly to her, with a wide, warm grin.

Katie looks a bit confused as she looks at the name on her slip. Wtaching the dutchess as she hands her back, bites her lip and offers it to the hat tender. "I think someone made a mistake...."

"Never heard of either," Arcadius announces, though he seems content enough to let the ladies fan out to find their own dance partners. For he? He's drained one tankard and left it aside, and it's the other he raises up to his lips for a long drink as he watches folks pair off and head toward the dance tent.

Briony returns, finding the tent lovely, but rather boring.

The hat tender says loudly, "Four names left, lovelies. Four names. Anyone gonna duke them out?"

A bark of laughter from her brother, then, and Greydon's lips curve once more. "Well, if that isn't a shade fitting... I'll have to see if I can't trade you off," he tells Shayne, tossing back the rest of his drink and setting the glass on a passing tray, he offers his hand out towards his sister.

Ysora turns and looks at Andre almost apologetically when he proclaims himself the best dancer. The Baroness? One of her arms hangs uselessly at her side and she's been limping about. "Oh, you poor dear man. and you have to put up with me! You are agile like a cat, but are you strong as an ox? I think I will be standing on your toes," she informs him with a wry tone. "I am Baroness Ysora Kilgannon of Crucible, on Guardian. It's a pleasure Master Andre." She sets the slip of paper aside and then gestures vaguely towards her dance partner's feet. "May I step up on them?"

Citrine smiles warmly at the man before her, offering him a gloved hand. "I am Citrine Montaigu. It seems that I've drawn your name from the hat, so will you be my first dance?" She smiles up at Zane.

"Oh, well, if it's that sort of hardship," Shayne drawls to her brother, amused, as she looks to Aileana. "Your grace, would you like to dance with my brother instead," she offers with a swift smile. "I assure you, he's quite the practiced dancer."

Briony steps towards the hat then, to draw a name.

Flicking her fingers, Niamh chuckles under her breath and picks out another glass from someone passing by. A word of thanks for the server, she ends up straying back to examine the ongoing dances in action. She pays mind of who goes with who, the writer's mind no doubt in action.

Dorian watches as the names are drawn from the hat, curious to see what random person here he'll get to dance with. The normally social boy is, today, being a bit of a quiet wallflower.

Dressed in a gown respslenant in whites, blues, and greys, the eldest Paggion presently on the island makes her slow way into the hall, carrying her skirts in one hand, where a corsage of blue roses is affixed about her wrist. Her already wild curls have been pulled up into an even more untamed mass, with more roses of white and yellow spread throughout. Natalia slows her steps as she enters the hall, then glances about curiously.

"I am not strong like Ox, Ox? It is strong like me!" Andre takes Ysora's hand and says, "Yes. You may step on my toes, I will be okay. I will not mind. Because I teach you how to dance, you will learn. Okay? Okay." Andre honds tugging Ysora with him, "Ah.. Baroness." Politeness, yes.

Aileana just waits and then asks the hat holder, "I'll draw again, but I'm not dancing with a woman."

You sense: Katie offers quietly. " It seems I have no luck. It seems I drew a woman."

"Three names now, Ladies!" The tender calls out. "Hurry up!"

Zane kisses the hand proferred to him by Citrine, as any gentleman should - or ought to at the very least. The balls are neatly placed upon a passing serving tray, and Zane tells the servant, "Keep my balls safe, eh?" And then, in a sublime, and perhaps even surprisingly graceful movement, he twists and tells Citrine, "T'would be my pleasure, m'lady, t'have this dance."

The tender nods towards Aileana, "Try again. As sure as my mother was a fortune teller you ain't gonna pull a girl this time."

Greydon looks back at his sister, hand still out. "Nice try, Shayne my dear. Let us go and dance," he says, as the offer to pawn him off goes unanswered. "Perhaps another time." He winks at her, and begins to slowly back towards the dance floor.

Katie looks over to Aileana and giggles, a bit knowingly. " If there are any left I'll try again as well."

Ysora laughs at Andre's response. "Well then, good on you my friendly ox." Her gloved hand comes to rest on his shoulder for balance and then does just as she said. Steps right up on his feet with a somewhat precarious balance. "Well then, Master Andre. Off to the races. I'll do my best!" Yep. Literally standing on his feet quite purposefully. At least she hasn't gained much weight yet!

Aileana is just about to reach into the hat when her attention goes to Shayne and her brows rise, "Sure. Who is your brother?" And to the hat person, she asks, "Can I steal one for after the brother's dance?"

The tender grins. "Iffen there are names left my dear y's can." Saying that towards Aileana as he beckons to Katie now.

"You're not escaping so easily," Shayne laughs to her brother, keeping a hand on his arm to tug him back when he heads toward the tent. "Your grace," she curtseys more properly. "This is my brother, Greydon Lachlan. And he would be pleased to partner you for a dance. Politely, so as not to incur the wrath of your husband," she adds with a crooked smile.

"Cause I's got two names left." The tender informs the Duchess of Fields and Katie.

Briony has her name now and looks around, a little confused. "Umm....." and she thinks she saw him disappear off into a tent...

Katie reachs in and takes another name as she is beckoned by the hatter. "Thank you." looking at the slip of paper a bit unsure, smiles a little in relief. "Not a girl." Then goes to try and find the name upon her slip.

Aileana looks to Greydon now, a smile coming to her lips as she inclines her head, "I would be delighted, and if there are enough slips left after our dance, I will make sure to pull a second one. I'll be greedy this evening." She looks the man over briefly, unable to help but do so really.

Citrine smiles up at Zane, nodding towards the dancing tent. "Shall we, then?" She takes one last bite of her snowball cake, finishing it off, grabbing a goblet of wine from a passing server's tray and taking a sip from it before gesturing for Zane to lead the way.

With Greydon handed off, Shayne winks to her brother and goes to see if there are any slips left in the hat.

"Alright, iffen no one else wants this last name I'm givin it to the Duchess of the Fields!" The tender says and goes quiet. Watching as people try to figure out who is their partner for the first dance.

Andre leads Ysora into the dance tent, lifting her on his feet. Being an Acrobat has it's advantages!

Eyes scanning the room for familiarity, Dorian starts to let out a sigh. Other than the high nobles, none of his regular crowd of friends seems to be here, and he doesn't look in the mood to make small talk. But then his eyes alight on the just-entered Paggion and he looks relieved, taking a few steps her direction.

Dance Tent
The Dancing Tent is a step into the winter night sky. The walls are velvety black studded with tiny mirrors that glitter like stars. A sparkling trail of opalescent dust across the ceiling gleams as an aurora borealis, a counterpoint to the two hanging moons, full orbs of Minuet and Diuturnal done as glowing lanterns. Mist teases along the floor like clouds, and the room holds a chill as if one were walking amongst brumal heavens.

Princess Eleanor steps into the dance tent. Holding onto a slip of paper. She's looking for a certain ambassoder it seems.

Said ambassador is in the tent, settled in a chair, enjoying his glass of wine as he watches the band, his foot tapping along with a gentle sway to the beat.

Princess Eleanor steps over towards Juste and stops in front of him when she reaches him, "Good evening, Ambassador." Smiling a bit wider almost embarrassed in what to say next but her words come, "May I have this dance?"

And a gypsy waltzes into the room with Ysora standing on his feet. Her hand is on his shoulder and she smiles warmly. "So, Master Andre - tell me a bit about yourself? Where you're from, what you enjoy, all that."

Juste glances up at the lovely Princess. "I would be honoured." comes the response in perfectly beautiful Leuvian as he rises to his feet and offers his hand to lead her onto the dance floor.

The Gypsy twirls in circles, leading the Baroness in a lovely little dance, "I am from the road, I enjoy the road." He grins before adding, "I am an Acrobat. I tumble, it is a good living."

El's smile remains as she puts her small hand in his. "I cannot say I have ever danced with someone from Pais. Do you dance differently than us?" Willing to move whichever way he leads.

"Yes, the Lady Maricel. I've already met with her. She has some amazing research she is doing. I can't wait to see more." He offers Shayne a hand with a polite bow, "I am hoping to fund her research, pay for materials. At the least, I will purchase from her hsop."

Ysora gives at least one child like squeal of delight during a particularly quick spin. She has a rich, big as the world laughter that bubbles up. "Well you've that on me. I won't be doing any somersaults any time soon. On the road... have any favorite places, or suggestions on places to stop in and see on the island?"

"We are not so much different. Just follow my lead, Eleanor." Juste promises, settling into a well-practiced stance. Right hand meets her left, his left hand reaching to lift her hand to his shoulder. Once there, he settles that left hand on her hip and then he starts with two steps. To the left and to the front. "Right then back." he comments to her. "One, two, three, four. Left, front, right, back. A simple waltz."

"What sort of things does she build?" Shayne asks curiously, taking the offered hand and stepping into an elegant dancing stance, apparently well-trained in the practice. "It's always interesting to hear about new devices, new ways of making them function."

Andre shrugs his shoulder as she asks her question, "The white cliff? To the south. And the ruins are nice. I go to the ruins with Phinn? yes? And that... it was good." He leds her a bit quicker, practically picking the Baroness up from the ground and leading her around the dance floor.

"She has a fondness for Clockwork mechanisms. It's something we share, I too enjoy them." Ethan lightly leads Shayne in an appropriate dance as they speak, "She has many, many lovely designs. Perhaps you should stop by her store. I am very partial to the music boxes, I must admit. Not the most complex of designs, but so charming."

"I can do that." El agrees as Juste moves her along. Putting her hands where they need to be. Even chuckling, asking him now, "Are you enjoying yourself? Merry winter eve by the by."

Zane looks around, grinning, "They sure did this right nice, didn't they, pretty?" to Citrine, whose hand he lightly holds. Then, bowing to her once, he moves to take lead for the dance, his smile bright, and mischief clear in his eyes. "'M from Apple Bluff, in th' Fields," he tells her. "But, we still know how t'dance."

Ysora tightens her grip on his shoulder when he shrugs. Her balance is just a wee bit precarious up there on her perch. There's no fear in her features, though. Reckless abandon. "I'm fond of cliffs. Grew up on them really in Gwencalon. I miss the bejeebies out of climbing. And with Phinn, hmm? What sort of ruins?"

"Ah, music boxes," Shayne smiles to Ethan. "Yes, I've a fondness for those myself. Even the smallest one with the shortest tune can be such a pleasure in the evening, or to evoke some memory. It's hardly economical to keep musicians on hand for every time you want a tune, after all."

Citrine follows Zane into the tent, agape for a moment. "Oooh! They really did," she agrees heartily to Zane's remark about the decorations. "It's truly enchanting." She curtsies when he bows, and follows his lead when they begin to dance. "Apple Bluff? I've never been there before.. what's it like? I'm from Sorcery's Crest, in Mists." Citrine smiled warmly at her dance partner.

"Very enjoyable, Eleanor. Perhaps you will have to come to Pais in the spring. Annabelle has spoken a good deal of her homeland." Juste says, bringing up the Princess that married into the family as the two move, and he starts to increase the difficulty of their steps.

"Phinn, Solphin. She is like me, a gypsy." Andre leads her around as he talks, "So we spend much time together. We speak of many things. The ruins? I followed her there, so I'm not sure." He nods thoughtfully.

Zane blinks, "Yer a bloody mage," to Citrine, half-afraid, suddenly, half curiously. "You aren't - going t'turn me into a newt, or anything, are ya? Or make my plumbs freeze off if I try t'kiss yer cheek?"

"If you would like one, Shayne, I would be glad to get you one. I've been buying them inmasse for gifts. I do enjoy helping my fellow inventors." Ethan laughs softly, "And they make such wonderful gifts."

"Ah yes, Annabelle." El muses when that name is brought up. "I am glad that we still hold favor in her eyes." Keeping up with Juste. She was trained in dance after all. Moving smoothly along with him. "I would like that. I've never gone over the barrier, you see. Perhaps there should be my first visit."

Ysora ohs! A few seconds of laughter and she shakes her head. "I thought you meant Duke Green Fields! I totally misunderstood!" As the first song (or movement of a song) winds down, she breathlessly disengages from the gypsy, ready for a little break. "Lady Solphin. I don't know her well, but she seems an intriguign figure."

"Oh, that's kind of you," Shayne smiles as she moves through a turn. "But really, it sounds as though I should stop by myself. I may find more there than just a music box, after all. I'm rather fond of puzzles." She dances a few more steps, then arches a curious brow. "Fellow inventors?" she echoes. "Are you an inventor yourself, then?"

"Yes, she is fine. Solphin is boring, but Phinn? She is great fun." Andre winks leading her over to a chair to rest, "It's fun to have somebody who, mmm, understand me."

"My wife mentioned that a young man wishes to travel there with a Baroness to discuss trade." Juste smiles at that. "Perhaps you can travel with them in the spring?" he shrugs his shoulders. "You are welcomed, of course." he comments to her, as the song starts to wind down.

"I am more of a finisher." Ethan laughs, spinning her around, "I tend to work well on details, improving designs. Adding to them. It's why I got into my line of work. I am a good resource for inventors."

"I will look into it." Eleanor promises Juste. "Do you know who the two are?" Having an inkling but thinking she should ask anyways. As the dance slows she to follows suit, just following her partner's actions.

"It's your job, then, to take the ideas that others have and make them function?" Shayne asks, smile easy. "That sounds very...satisfying. I know I always get a sense of satisfaction from figuring something out."

Citrine laughs aloud. "Oh, no, nothing like that. Where did you hear stories like that? I've never met a mage who could turn people into newts. My specialization is scrying. Definitely not dangerous." She smiled, still chuckling.

"I believe it was the Baroness Amphorae and her beau." Juste replies as a messenger cuts into the dance, tapping Juste on the shoulder and handing him a letter. He reads it for a moment, then smiles. "It seems my dear wife is asking for me. So if you will pardon me?"

Ethan nods thoughtfully, "Well, my true job is to invest in people. I just fund their research, in return I get acut of the profits. However, I do enjoy helping out in their designs. Or even introducing like minds to each other."

"Oh of course." El says warmly as she steps back from Juste. "You should tend to her. I for one understand. I thank you for coming. Before you leave please take an ornament from one of the trees. Its my gift to you."

Zane doesn't look like he believes the magess. At least, not quite. Still, he nods, "Alright. But no funny business, 'r wagglin' noses 'r fingers, 'r chantin' 'r nothin', 'kay?" Then, he notes, as if he felt it need being said, "'least yer a pretty mage. That must count fer somethin'." And, he begins to lead her in a dance.

Ysora tilts her head curiously at the part about Solphin being boring, but Phinn being fun. It clicks in a second or two later and she laughs. "I suppose I can understand that. I have to get rather stodgy at times myself, and it's certainly not as much fun. Well, I do wish you fortune on finding others to share in that understanding. I think I need to go make sure my husband isn't getting into trouble, though."

With a tip of a bow and a smile, Juste nods, kissing Eleanor's cheek. "Enjoy your evening, Eleanor." And with that, he's on his way out.

"Ah, I see," Shayne nods to Ethan. "So something like a factor for inventors, then." As the music fades for the song, she slows as well, smile easy. "Well. I should let you find another dance partner, I'm sure."

Princess Eleanor watches as Juste goes. Drawing in a breath and letting it out. She looks like she'll step out of the tent so that the others may dance with their respected partners.

The song is drawing to a close but soon a new one is soon heard. The beginning strains of a melody is started.

Katie giggles a little as she comes in upon Arcadius' arm. "It sounds.. like nothing I have ever heard about before. though I do admit, I am not a very good dancer. I am still just learning."

Ethan nods softly, "Thank you for the dance," He bows his head, leading her to the side of the floor before letting her go.

Citrine chuckles again. "I promise not to waggle anything. Or chant." She nods solemnly, beginning to dance with him. A blush tinted her cheeks at his compliment, smiling up at him. As the music begins, she sways with the music, the smile lingering on her lips.

"I know a few Green Fields dances," Greydon notes as he looks over at Aileana, chuckling a bit, "Did you have something specific in mind? I'll try my best..." He turns to face her and smiles, "Not every day I dance with a Duchess."

"And thank you, Ethan," Shayne smiles warmly at the edge of the floor. "I'll certainly stop by that shop sometime this week, on your suggestion." Her grin spreads as she watches Grey lead Aileana in, approving.

Baron Ragnar and Baroness Briony enter the dance tent arm-in-arm, chatting amiably. Looks like someone drew someone from the hat.

Aileana laughs up to Greydon's words, "I would imagine one that...matches the music? And it's not every day that I get to dance with another person, so this is a treat for me too."

"Never heard about it before?" Arcadius's bushy brows arch over blue eyes as he leads Katie onto the dance floor. Leads? Draws, nearly, as he reaches for her arm. For a man half the size of a mountain, his grip is surprisingly gentle. His feet, on the other hand, are not surprisingly heavy, and each stomp in the slow dance he begins echoes the rhythm of the music.

"An' I promise not t'take ya into th'hayloft an' spill ya fer a tumble," he counters, with a mischevious smile at Citrine, "So, we'd be even, then, pretty." And, his steps are smooth, easy, flowing and fluid as he leads her in dance, his smile not waning in the least.

The melody is quiet. Enchanting. Reminding one of the winter sky, the wind, snow falling on the ground.

Being Ragnar is a bit big for a rabbit, Briony pulled him from the hat anyways. "I hope you know hoe to lead. If I start trying to take over, I apologize to ya, Excellency."

Greydon's brow rises at that, and turns an ear towards the music, before he decides to draw the Duchess into a dance with him, one of Fielder origin, and that suits the sound around them. "Why, I'd imagine someone in your position could dance with whomever she wants, and about as frequently as she likes."

The music picks up in volume but it is still the same melody. Quiet and enchanting with just a touch of haunting. A flute playing solely.

Katie looks up at her partner and giggles depite herself. Not quite sure where to put her arms as he is just... big and well she... isn't. Providence is merciful, he's a gentle giant. Setting her one hand upon an upper arm, cause she can't reach any farther then that one tries not to vibrate too much as he stomps to the music and keep up with the steps at the same time. "I honestly know nothing about mining. It is a bit far from my own field of occupation." As awkward as this dance might seem, she does look like she is having a ball.

Aileana falls into the dance steps easily as a smile plays on her lips, "I imagine I could, yes...mostly." She looks up to the man leading her in the festive steps, "So what brings you to Gateway?"

Citrine chuckles. "I appreciate that," she tells Zane, grinning at his thick Fielder accent. She twirls in the dance, spinning out and back into his arms, a little breathless after that particular move. Citrine moves gracefully in step with her partner, gazing admiringly around the tent. "The Princess really did an outstanding job with the decorations, don't you think?"

"Beautiful women, adventure..." Greydon tells the Fielder woman as he draws her along in the steps of their dance, a glance spared the others around them, before he looks back to his partner. "Come to spend some time looking after my little sister, mostly."

Ragnar only chuckles at the warning. "Excellency, I may need you to lead. I'm no good at this." Slowly, though, the two join the soft dance, quickly settling into something like a rhythm.

Princess Eleanor is lingering by the entrance of the tent. Content to listen to the music and watch the others dance. Lips upturned in a soft smile.

"So you are a professional flirt?" Aileana asks as she keeps her attention up to Greydon, "You really could have some trouble with my husband, you know? You should change your profession."

Dorian politely leads Natalia into the tent, finding an appropriately open spot on the dance floor. "I think one of the first times we met we danced," he tells her.

Ethan walks up to the Princess, "Your Highness, did you want our dance yet?" He offers her a hand and a soft smile.

It is an amusing picture: Copper Run's broadshouldered lord with a miner's hands somehow gripping small Katie without breaking her. "Huh," he grunts at her respone to his query, and then? The poor soul: rather than a polite query into her own profession, he proceeds to regale her with the technicalities of dropping a new shaft into what they discovered to be an underground lake. "...so we've got men the pumps day'n night now, and Providence kind and the mountains don't fall, we should have 'er drained before the spring thaws."

"It was our third," Natalia counters, her still-subdued smile growing a faint notch as she turns to face her partner. Natalia places one hand on Dorian's hip and leaves the other in his hand, easily flowing into the position requisite for a dance. "But it was still enjoyable all the same."

One of the musicians who is not playing stops over by Dorian and says when he's free, "We are sorry to hear of the loss of your father." Before the man disappers again to step in with rest of his music making friends.

Princess Eleanor turns to look over at Ethan and nods, "Yes, I would like that." Asking him, "Are you enjoying yourself? Its quite lovely isn't it?"

A quiet chuckle favours Greydon's voice, "Oh, so I am flattering you then, Your Grace?" he wonders.

Leave it to the woman to keep track. "One of the first," Dorian repeats, making it clear he's right... too. He draws in a long breath at the comment from the musician. "Thank you," he replies.

Briony grins to Ragnar. "Oh sure, I can do that," the short Baroness responds. She takes his hand, and loops her hand along his shoulder. With a bright grin and flashing honey gold eyes, she turns him onto the dancefloor, unfraid to drag him around. "I'm making it look subtle," she confides to him in a whisper.

Ethan takes El's hand and leads her to the dance floor, "Yes, I've been having a lovely time." He begins to guide her in a soft dance before offering a smile, "How about yourself, is the ball living up to your expectations?"

The music changes again to something a bit more livelier. It sounds a lot like a version of Jingle Bells.

Natalia winces at the reminder from the musician, but offers Dorian a faint, wistful smile when the musician steps away. She mutters to Dorian, "For... worth, I... I..." She lowers her eyes towards his shoulder.

Katie seems to nods in all the right places as the Lord talks, taking cues from pauses and such cause she has no idea what he is talking about really. The technicalities just go way over her head. "It sound facinating. It is wonderful that you seem to truely enjoy what you do." Careful of where she steps and tring not to stumble.

"Oh I didn't have any expectations." El tells Ethan, "I just wanted to make sure that people were having a good time and this is a good way as any to bring in winter after all. Don't you agree? I heard it was snowing outside. Providence must be looking down on us, tonight."

Ethan nods thoughtfully, "Well, I think you suceeded in your goal." He looks around adding, "Everyone seems to be having a wonderful time."

Katie's nodding and smiling keeps the smile in the midst of Arcadius's whiskers, and as the dance speeds up, he, too, speeds up. But speedy for him is still quite slow -- slow enough for Katie to get her toes out from under his boots when they threaten to crush them. "And what's it you do, lass?"

Actually, as it happens, Ragnar isn't as bad a dancer as he let on. Men do this. They lower expectations for women so that they can wow them. He's no Estaire, but.. maybe the coordination of youth is on his side. He holds the Baroness close and whispers something back to her.

Eleanor looks around as Ethan speaks. "Yes, I think so. This is actually fun." Telling him lightly, "See, I'm having fun. I'm being flexiable."

"Maybe you are." Aileana replies with some laughter to Greydon's words, "Isn't that your purpose? Pretty women was number one on your list? I'm sure you won't lack subjects to try it all on."

Dorian's smile fades at Natalia's words, and he nods, not replying verbally. As he looks away, observant might notice watery eyes. He sighs deeply and tries to at least focus on the dancing. Which he does reasonably well, although he doesn't look exactly like he's having fun.

Katie silently prays to Providence to save her toes and offers thanks that her fingers are not the digits in immediate danger. While glancing down quite often at her toes though her reply comes. " Oh me? I'm lucky enough to be the Imperial Seamstess. I make pretty clothes." Keeping things short and non techinical, still fearing for her toes some.

Briony laughs lightly to the whisper and is indeed wow'd by the Guardian's dancing prowess. "You big liar," she calls him on it, whirling around the dancefloor in that dress better suited for women with no knees to bend.

Ethan spins the Princess around lightly, obviously having a fond time. He leads her across the floor, "I think you did an amazing job. You sounded worried about it when we spoke earlier, I don't think you ever had reason to be!"

Princess Eleanor chuckles when she hears Ethan. "I guess a part of me is just a worry wart. But yes, your right, I did do a pretty good job." She's trying to not sound vain but truthful.

What a sad pair the Marquis and the Baronet must make; Dorian near to crying, and Natalia looking for all the world like a guilty child. She studies him even if he looks away, and although both are skilled dancers, neither of their souls are into it. After only a few moments of twirls and turns, she asks, "Would you prefer I not be here?"

"Maybe I am." Greydon's eyes remain more or less upon the Duchess of Green Fields now, ignoring the rest of the dance floor around them both. "Though it might not be my first priority, but something that amuses me all the same. Why not surround oneself with beautiful people?"

"Seamstress!" booms the Lord Copper Run as the dance continues. "Fine trade, fine trade! My grandmother was a seamstress, she was, but not for no Imperial types. You like it, then? Good work? Good folk, you got there. Good folk."

Ethan nods happily, leading her in the dance, "You hsould be proud! You have done a wonderful job. You look beautiful, and I'm happy you invited me. Thank you, Your Highness." He lowers his head politely before twirling her again, "Did you want to go see the snow tent?"

After Zane is called suddenly away, Citrine ventures out back into the Great Hall, smiling as she looks out at all the dancers.

"Oh sure we can see the snow tent." El agrees. Stopping when the song ends. "You are going to make me go in there aren't you?" Giving him a look. That him being Ethan.

Aileana laughs softly, "Well, that's your choice. I tend to just like people in general. So what is your name again? And who are you exactly? What do you do for a living?"

Dorian takes a few more steps, then takes a deep breath. "No. I mean yes. I mean. I'd prefer not to be here. I thought I should come, but.... I don't want to be here anymore," he says. "Want to go walk somewhere?"

Katie actually jumps as he loudly proclaimes her profession. Nothing like a small heart attack yet Katie smiles ever onward with a giggles even. " I love it, there is nothing else I would rather do then sew. Very good work and I enjoy the creativity involved with it. Makes me think lots."

Natalia twirls right out of the dance, keeping Dorian's hand on her own as she moves from dancing to walking in a fluid and sudden motion. "Anywhere," she says to him, half-grimacing as she tries to keep up the pretense of a smile.

Ethan begins following you.

"Greydon Locksley," he tells the woman he dances with, his tone becoming a bit more serious when she asks him that. "I served in the Legions until recently, but with the last civil war... I'm done for a time. I've familial interests to look after." Rather rich interests.

Ethan nods happily, "I am, Your HIghness!" He beams happily, taking a step behind her.

Princess Eleanor shaking her head but smiling, Eleanor steps out.

Great Hall

Kyler is still all formal and prim the entire time the Emperor and Empress are passing, only after they vanish into the dance tent does he turn back to Niamh for the conversation. "Where were we? Oh yes. Colder here than perhaps I'm used to."

Regret is the soft underscore of Rourke's words as he observes, "The number who know me are fewer and fewer. Time takes so much away." He moves to the flap of the dancing tent, but pauses as others come out. "el," Rourke says with a smile. "And Master Locke. Mena, this is Master Ethan Locke, the one I'd mentioned."

Princess Eleanor does indeed step out of the tent with Ethan in tow. Slowing when she sees Rourke and Mena. Going down into a curtsey. Brief smile given.

Citrine smiles and curtsies to the Emperor and Empress, coming upon them as she emerges from the dance tent. "Your Majesties. I hope the evening is going well for you."

Mena does pause as Rourke makes the introduction. "Ahh, yes. A pleasure to meet you, Master Locke. I look forward to speaking with you sometime soon. You will come by the audience chamber soon, yes?" She does give a smile and quick wink to Eleanor as she catches the Princess's gaze.

Ethan bows low, "A pleasure, Empress." He nods at her question, "I would love to, I actually have much I'd like to discuss."

The Emperor gives a cordial smile to Ethan again, then does turn attention to the pale-haired female who addresses he and Mena, giving another smile to her. Good eve, Milady. Enjoying the dance?" He gathers his wife near, the pair about to slip into the tent that Arcadius slips out of. Arcadius, so hard to miss. Rourke's eyes travel up the man's girth, just registering it as another courteous nod is delivered.

"Wonderful," Mena exclaims to Ethan, distracted for a moment while she inclines her head to Citrine. "However, for now, I must steal my husband away for a rare dance."

"Oh, yes, Her Highness has done a wonderful job." Citrine beams at Eleanor, then moves aside so that the Emperor and Empress can more easily enter the tent. "Do enjoy your dance, Your Majesties." She gives another little curtsy to them both.

Arcadius ambles out of the dance tent and nearly into the Imperial couple -- and it is hard to miss him, indeed. A smile twitches his auburn whiskers (already well-baptized with ale, from the smell of it), and he creaks a shambling bow.

"Evening, evening," he offers as he steps aside.

Niamh picks up on the threads of conversation easily enough for all the distractions passing her by. She notes to Kyler, "Colder only if you are from the south. Snow and sleet have been rare, I'm told." A shrug of her shoulders. "This summer was abominable, and I half expect it to reach thirty degrees tomorrow."

Dorian emerges from the dance tent, not looking like he's in a dancing mood. Natalia follows close behind, the pair flanked by Dorian's guards as they moves toward the northern door. The Emperor and Empress get a polite bow on the way.

Mena looks up and up to Arcadius, grinning a bit at the man. "And a good evening to you," she tells him in passing, then inclines her head to Dorian and Natalia as she remains at Rourke's side.

Natalia curtseys for Mena and Rourke, deep, but she--like Dorian--is in no mood for dancing or pleasantries. She bears the faintest hint of a false smile on her face as she follows the Marquis.

Princess Eleanor smiles at Citrine, "Why thank you. I am so glad to hear of it." She already having moved from the dance tent. Telling the Emperer and Empress, "Enjoy your dance." Taking another look at the gentle giant.

Ethan smiles, looking around the party. He takes another glass of wine as a server passes, watching as the Princess makes her formalities.

"Good eve, Marquis, Milady," Rourke murmurs to Dorian, his eyes upon the male more than the one who accompanies him. He doesn't offer condolences in this venue, but a gentle note in his voice might hint at them before he draws his wife into the dancing tent.

"I am enjoying the cooler weather, yes." Kyler agrees with Niamh and then gives her a bow. "I should get back to the barracks. It was a pleasure Miss."

Eleanor continus on her way. To the snow tent. A passionate look is spared for Dorian even if she says nothing. A gentle nod for Natalia.

Said gentle giant ambles his way from the dance tent toward the drinks table, where he hefts another tankard of ale. This, it seems, is his preferred souvenir, and it's with this -- rather than an ornament -- that he begins to make his way from the hall.

Snow Tent
To call it a tent is unfair to its proportions, for it is closer to a pavilion. Eighty paces wide and a hundred and twenty long, it's a large slice of winter that you have walked in to. The walls are some thick fabric of Draughtian design that hold the temperature well within.
Piles of snow and huge blocks of ice are mounted tall in the very center of the room, and from the high ceiling hang a number of glass bowls holding a clear, white-flecked liquid that just seems to spread the cold. Tools for carrying, shaping, sculpting of either snow or ice are laid on tables right by the entrance. Thick rugs of woven linen soak up the occasional melting water, but not much goes that way.
An attendant waits nearby for any who wish to enter the snow or ice sculpture competition. 'l attendant'.

Emperor Rourke's Snow Sculpture
A giant clam with a large snow pearl inside.
RATING: 1


The attendant grins happily and gives Ethan the tools to sculpt, then has a block of ice dupmed on the floor in an alloted place

Attendant drops Ethan's Ice Sculpture.

Ethan carves upon the ice and makes: A large pair of gears grind into each other in an intereting fashion. At the base of the sculpture is a smaller gear, diagonally to the left, a large gear sits against it. It looks as if the sculpture should tip for the imbalance, but it doesn't..



Ethan's Ice Sculpture
A large pair of gears grind into each other in an intereting fashion. At the base of the sculpture is a smaller gear, diagonally to the left, a large gear sits against it. It looks as if the sculpture should tip for the imbalance, but it doesn't.
RATING: 4


Ethan enters the tend and begins to look at a black of ice. He grabs some of the craving tools and begins to chip away, "So, are you having fun, El?"

Eleanor steps into the tent. "Well it is mighty cold in here." Moving to admire her brother's handiwork. Turning to look back at Ethan when he talks. "Why yes I am. Just a little tired." Tipping her head to the side she asks,"What are you going to make?"

"Something... geary." He grins as he begins chipping away slowly, "I've been having fun too, thanks for inviting me." He chuckles softly, "I think your brother and his wife think we are already having... ideas, about each other."

"What?" El seems surprised at that news. "What makes you think of that?" Walking around as she debates whether or not she wants to make something.

"They kept grinning at me, and winking to you while I was there. It was a bit," He flushes, "Heh, well anyway. I don't mind. I like being seen with you. You're beautiful."

"I'll ask them the next time I talk to them." El says. She just is a bit clueless in this kind of stuff after all. "Maybe they were just being friendly. I don't mind your company either."

Ethan shakes his head as he continues his sculpture, "Either way, I'm happy." He smiles warmly looking over what he's done so far, "So are you going to carve anything?"

Princess Eleanor smiles when he asks that as she draws nearer to him. "No, I don't think so. I think I will watch you instead. I'm not at all that creative."

Ethan grins, "Nonsense, you are plenty creative. The fact this tent is here hsould be testament enough to that." He nods as he chisels away. The form of two gears starts to make it's way into a somewhat clear pattern. He turns back saying, "I bet you'd make something wonderful. I'm sure it will be better than your brothers." He grins, "Just kidding."

Princess Eleanor shakes her head in his direction. "I think the emperor was playing down what he can make." Studying what he is doing, "But you obviously are making something you enjoy."

Ethan grins adding, "Oh, don't get me wrong, I saw what he could make on the beach." He nods thoughtfully and it was truly, truly impressive.

Eleanor smiles at that mention. "It was pretty spectular. Well, I think so." Tipping her head again,"Your not doing a bad job either."

Ethan takes a step back to admire his work, "Thank you, El." He leans into her and gives her a light kiss on the cheek. He begins to chisel a bit more off, making the finishing touches, "I have a bit of experience carving models out of clay. THis is kind of like that."

"But isn't ice cold and melts quicker than clay?" El asks as she watches him do his handiwork. Not so phased when he leans to give that kiss to her cheek.

Ethan laughs, "Yes, but... I understand structure, I guess." He takes a step back, "Finished." He slides his arms around her from the back and tugs her against him, "Thanks for keeping me company, what do you think?"

Now that surprises her when he makes a move like that and she has to get out of that. Trying to not show her discomfort and probably sending mixed signals. But El does smile as she steps closer to the sculpture, "I like it. It really says a lot about you."

Ethan friwns lightly as she pulls away but he accepts it. Instead, he takes a step to her side and offers a smile, "Yeah, I thought it was appropriate addition, don't you?" He takes a trip around it before giving a nod. He looks over towards her, a bit of regret on his face.

"Yes very apporiate." Eleanor looks up at him, "Well done, Master Locke." Her tone light when she says that. "Well done indeed."

Ethan breathes out deeply. He watches her with interested eyes before saying softly, "You don't need to call you Master Locke, you know. You can call me Ethan." He looks her over before letting out another faint sigh, "I'm... sorry if I didn't keep you good company this evening. I..." He pauses, obviously a bit of regret in his eyes.

Eleanor was really calling him by his last name in a tease. But that obviously went flat. "Oh, I know that Ethan. I was just teasing you. Giving you grief." She attempts to explain. "You were perfect company. But shall we go and see if there are anymore warm drinks left? Its cold in here." Giving a small frown when she takes notice of his look.

Ethan pauses, "Oh.. sorry." He runs his hand behind his head with a faint laugh, "I guess I missed the joke. But thank you for your words, you were just as lovely. Thank you for inviting me, truly." He smiles, "I think a drink would be a great idea."

Great Hall

Rourke stands talking with Vaia as Mena converses quietly with a servant.

Princess Eleanor steps out of the snow tent and looks to be headed towards the drink table in hopes of finding something warm to drink. Ethan close by her. Slowing when she takes notice of the Empress and Emperor, dropping into a curtsey for them. A warm smile aimed for Vaia.

Mena catches sight of Eleanor and Ethan as they come out of the snow tent, lifting a hand to wave with a smile where she stands off to the side, waiting. The servant she was speaking to nods, then curtsies as the Empress bids her good evening with some measure of warmth.

Ethan offers a bow for the royal company. He takes a step to the drink table, picking out a few cups of warm mead. He hands one to th ePrincess wit a smile before turning his attention on the Empress, "Hello, Your Majesty. It has been a pleasant evening, has it not?"

"Actually I do not want the mead." El declines Ethan's drink choice. "I would rather have hot cider or chocolate. But thank you." As she declines the drink that was offered she moves to get the drink she was hoping for which looks like chocoalte. Turning to look again at the others found here.

Barely a moment of concideration passes between the Keeper's first few words and the slow shaking of Vaia's head, fingers still working tirelessly to spin her necklace, eyes still avoiding looking up from his boots. "They've been...well. Kind, all things concidered. They have their own problems to attend to without me hanging irritatingly at their skirts." there's a pause in her words, no malice or really any sort of emotion in her words other than that listlessness. As the Princess and unknown man exit the tent she's near to, once more, the too slim girl lowers and holds the position before straightening. "Evening, Little Mother Princess." Again turning up to the Keeper, stillwater eyes climbing up to finally meet his, the circling about her eyes pretty visible. "I think you were the only one hoping, Majesty. And no. I didn't see the point, honestly. It's just my head that interupts me when I sleep." her explanation a little on the hesitant side, choosing words very carefully.

"It has, indeed," Mena answers Ethan with a smile. "Her Highness has certainly outdone herself. Everything is so enchanting. Thank you for putting it all together, Princess. You are a true treasure to this court."

Ethan grins, "Oh! Right, you said cider. My apologies." He sets down his own cup and grabs a cider, "This actually does look nicer anyway after a long evening." He turns towards the empress and smiles, "She truly is. I've enjoyed my night. It's been absolutely wonderful."

Emperor Rourke listens to the quiet words of Vaia with empathic sorrow coloring his countenance, and he answers her in an undertone. He mutters to Vaia, "... the... one,... shall hope... it... Miss Wendt,... claim... pain,... fully.... would... so... to... I... find... succor... it. Perhaps it is... power... command,... which... shall... it to..."

"Why thank you, Empress." Eleanor coloring some at the praise. "I am so glad that everyone had a good time. I thought that first dance was a good idea if I say so myself." Looking back at Ethan, "You are right I did say cider but I chose chocolate this time." She continues, "Master Locke put in a ice scuplture. It truly represents Draught, in my opinon." Just making easy conversation.

Vaia's gaze flickers away again at those quiet words, gaze darting between each of the Keeper's boots, eventually lifting her chin some and looking somewhere about his left shoulder as she returns in a softened voice, She mutters to Emperor Rourke, "Please do... my... going... the... I really dont... become... I... all... respect, Majesty,... don't think... healing.... kind... healing.... can't... people to... me and... to give... shelter,... but... give... want to... they don't. It's... away... world... with... Or... don't know.... talking... Just..." there's a moment of struggle and uncertainty as she quiets again, half turning and shifting on her feet. A couple guards watch her with a perplexed look.

"Did he?" Mena asks, smiling at Ethan, keeping her attention on the man and the Princess. "What is it that you sculpted, Master Locke?"

Ethan grins shaking his head, "It was nothing, just a bit of handiwork. I'm not really the most artistic person I know." He sips at his drink before adding, "I sculpted two gears in use. Grinding together. It's kind of a personal symbol of mine. I find it a charming metaphore for society. When they are together? They can do great things. But seperate even one? And the hwole machine will fail. Much like society, it takes all people for it to work as intended."

Emperor Rourke's lips quirk with a bit of sad irony as he listens to Vaia. He mutters to Vaia, "... or... understand. If... to... hint... to... permit... you... what... be?"

Eleanor has gone quiet now. Enjoying her treat of hot chocolate. But she is very much in the now as she listens to Mena and Ethan. Not looking over at Rourke and Vaia as they talk.

Mena inclines her head to Ethan's explanation. "That is very apt, indeed. I think the people of this realm have proven that many times over. We are all greater together than we are separately."

Ethan nods, offering a wide smile, "As it should be, Your Majesty. I hope to take the same outlook on my investments. Funding research that combines the knowledge and abilities of many people to further the cause of the whole. Alchemy, Mechanics. Anything really. They can all be used to help one another, don't you think?"

Amusement flickers as Eleanor continues to listen as she drinks her hot chocolate. Not minding being the listener now. Watching Mena and Ethan as they engage with eachother.

Addison slips in from the south hall a few paces and pauses to curtsy for the Emperor and Empress, not yet approaching as her gaze roams the room.

"Absolutely," Mena agrees with Ethan. "And they /should/. I look forward to speaking more about your investments when we meet," she tells the man, glancing over at the curtseying Addison. Her hand lifts to wave with a warm smile on her features. "Welcome home, my dear."

Vaia's lips part to form a small, soundless 'o, faded gold brows coming together slightly in thought over whatever it was the Keeper and her conversed about. Her fingers still work that small bird around and around on that string. She mutters to Emperor Rourke, "A... Keeper,... I don't think... nature.... healers. Sympathetic... He... me... word once... I can't... Um.... you... have... They're distant.... I... they... what... I'm... Nothing... anything... push them... pass... being distant... In honesty,... is... first... anyone's... if... just... all..." she gives an almost paranoid look over the room, or at least very very aware of where she is and the increase of people.

Ethan nods thoughtfully, "I truly look forward to it. I'm glad I will be getting support in my endeavors." He looks back, casting a glance at the princess, "I've already been speaking with the local talent. A lot of them seem very interested as well. It all is going very good. I'm hoping we have something to show from it soon. Something that can truly aid the empire." His eyes warm with passion as he speaks. He sips at his cider and smiles towards El, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I don't mean to take up the conversation."

Emperor Rourke evidences the ability to be in private, even if he is in public. It comes from the life of a man for whom true privacy is almost nonexistant. And thus, he excludes the rest of those about from reality while he focuses upon Vaia and her words, her fidgeting. He mutters to Vaia, "... They... empathy,... to... I... exceedingly... that... has asked you this,... not a... heal,... you there longer. You have... but... not wish... to just... disappear. I... be... manners and distance."

"Oh your fine." Eleanor assures Ethan. "I don't mind at all. Its so interesting to hear how it is you think after all."

Addison gives a very small wave to the Empress, gaze giving one final sweep of the room before she turns to head back out into the hall.

Mena's gaze follows Addison's departure, concern showing in her features for those moments before she looks back to Ethan and Eleanor. "Well. It does seem as if most enjoyed the evening a great deal. Thank you again for hosting it, Highness. I think it was a most needed respite."

"It was my pleasure." Eleanor tells Mena. "It has kept me busy and distracted." Curiousity laces her features in seeing Addison depart so soon but does not call on it. Instead she puts her drunk mug of chocolate on a serving tray as the servants make last rounds.

Ethan nods looking around, "Yes, it was a wonderful night. I will be sad to see it go." He lowers his head, "By the way, Empress. Congratulations on your new Prince. I am sure he will bring you nothing but happiness... Maybe a little stress, but fun!"

Mena tips her head to Ethan, smiling again. "Thank you. He is truly a blessing to us. You are not married, are you, Master Locke?"

Vaia nods for a moment at the first bits of what the Emperor has to say, repeating a word silently to herself, lips moving over it as if to memorize it. The rest, however, those lulled slate-blue eyes slowly start to widen and she visibly sways some. She mutters to Emperor Rourke, "It... your... that... the... things worked out. At... there's a... what... something... then... is a reason for... you do it if it... trying not... it.... talk... release... other reaction) I...you...you... know what you... setting... to? You... that... for... world..." Words not tinted with anger but shock, pure and simple, staring at the Keeper. A blink. Another.

Emperor Rourke's own features show a bit of surprise, a swift grimace. He mutters to Vaia, "... I... realize... would... I..... thought... would... warmth, and... and... in... room... not... Guarded,... (he falters, and now... was not to... was just supposed... be... Vaia. I am sorry... words that... opposite.... shall..." He looks to the Soranus guards that plague Vaia and says, quietly, "Thank you, good and faithful men. You are no longer needed for this. I will see to the relocation of Miss Vaia." Then he casts a look about, and the air of the hall stirs as well. A ripple that moves through tugging at garments, and catches up with Addison.

Ethan shakes his head, "No, I'm afraid I've never found the time for such things. I've always been busy with my business." He nods slowly, thoughtfully, "I've never really had reason to have a Covenant for a child or anything of that sort." He looks a bit distant, "Perhaps in time, perhaps in time."

Addison is nearly in the hall when she feels that familiar tugging at her garments, looking down out of habit at first and then turning to look back at the Keeper, brows raised.

Princess Eleanor is looking around now at something Rourke says. Than her glance drops over to Mena and Ethan. No words coming out as she now no longer has a mug to distract her hands or mouth.

Mena nods, glancing in the Emperor's direction as well briefly before her gaze returns to Ethan. "Perhaps, indeed. I highly recommend it. But, if the both of you will excuse me, I have yet a lot of stairs to climb before I call it a night, and I should get to it before I sleep down here in one of the tents," she quips with a quirk of her lips. "Highness, thank you again for a very lovely evening."

"Have a good evening, Empress." Eleanor drops into a curtsey for her sister in law. Saying, "You are very welcome. I am glad you enjoyed yourself."

The ripple of Rourke's power flows out from him, an invisible wave through the air, bearing something to the female at the far edge of the hall and then echoing back to him as he glances toward Addison with that ink-stain to his bright gaze.

"Be safe, your Majesty." He drops into a bow before turning towards El and offering her a wide smile, "Is there anything else you wished to do this evening, Your Highness?"

Vaia simply stands in place, staring oddly at the Keeper for a few more moments, the fist clenched around her necklace white-knuckled and tugging on the string as it fits snug around her neck, not choking mind you. She looks even more lost as she looks over to the four guards who hover around her and they're dismissed. A shift in place, really the girl looks more lost than anything at what the Keeper tells her and the guards look between one another. An exchange of glances between the guards, but the four do bow and take a few uncertain steps away, unquestioningly, but confused no doubt as they trickle back to their bossmen. Anything else was lost on her for those moments.

Mena inclines her head to the pair, then dips into a low and graceful curtsey toward the Emperor before turning and taking her leave of the hall.

"I was going to wait out till everyone went home..." El says with uncertainty towards Ethan as she watches more of what is going on with the trio now. "But, I'm thinking that maybe I should go..." Her words slowed.

Ethan nods thoughtfully, "Ah, that's fine. Would you like me to walk you back then, Your Highness?" He looks around the room adding, "It looks like most everything has calmed down as it is."

Rourke looks back to Vaia. "I apologize that I don't have an immediate answer as to what will be a true, good place for you. I do not wish you to be in a place that feels so empty again, I will send someone to collect your things. But for tonight.. for tonight I will find a guest room in the court wing, and tomorrow we shall talk more on this, about your future. Will that help some, Miss Vaia?"

Addison turns to face the room proper before her steps carry her back in the direction of the Emperor, stopping a few paces away to sink into a curtsy. She rises moments later, hands folding as she apparently waits for something.

Eleanor is watching Rourke and Vaia as the conversation gets louder. She puts a hand up towards Ethan. "Just a few minutes more please." Its either her curiousity or want to help that keeps her here in the grand hall.

Rourke nods to a servant at the side and dispenses quiet instructions for him to accompany Miss Vaia, then glances to Addison with a familial smile. "Have you met Miss Addison? If not, Addison, I'd make known to you Miss Vaia Wendt. I think she's about to enjoy a bit of the ball, but later if she needs help, will you aid her along a bit, getting settled in a room in the court quarters? And El..." he glances around for his sister, having heard her voice. "El, this is Vaia Wendt. Vaia, my sister Eleanor. I'll bribe one or both of them into making certain that my own inability to keep so many balls in the air will not result in you being dropped." He considers Eleanor longer, a searching look aimed to her features. Absently, he reaches out a hand to pat Addison's shoulder, saying something softer to her, but those close can still hear it: "I'm glad you are home, no swimming the Currents."

"Of course," Ethan says simply as he turns to the Princess, "Take as much time as you need."

Vaia turns somewhat to look to Addison, then back to the Keeper, leaning a touch away from the both of them. Silent still from the Emperor's actions, she listens, really not much else she /can/ do right now, lips still parted some in that quiet 'o' of soundlessness. Finding her voice again, she whispers, then clears her throat to speak clearly. "Nobody knows these things for sure. And really, there's nothing in my room except the bear Conrad got me and a medallion..." her words drift off, looking again to Addison. A quick curtsey is dropped, if a little shakily, then looking to Eleanor, "Yes, I know Her Highness. We, um, we met in the tavern once and other times recently." Shifting again on her feet, looking between all three of them.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Addison says very softly before she looks over to Vaia, bowing her head politely, "It's good to meet you, Miss Wendt. If you are in need of anything, I am sure I can help you to find it." She smiles at the other teen kindly for a few moments before her gaze moves back to Rourke, trying to meet with his.

Princess Eleanor steps in a bit when Rourke makes his introduction, "Yes, we have met, Keeper." Her smile is warm and her eyes to as she looks over at Vaia. Looking back at Rourke, "Whatever the Keeper needs I will be happy to help. You know this." Her hand places over her heart to empathsize her point. Giving a grateful look to Ethan for his understanding. Now her glance is spared for Addison, brows raised when she hears those quiet words. "Yes, Miss Wendt I will be glad to help you get settled in the court wing and whatever else you may need. You only need to ask."

Rourke's expression for Vaia is gentle. "Go, enjoy your evening, look at the dancing tent. But know that you're not forgotten." Indeed, a servant falls in with the girl. Not a guard, so much. Not right now at least. "Thank you Addison, thank you Eleanor. I always know you've a tender heart, El, and Miss Vaia is someone who truly deserves that." He does give a last look of some apology to Vaia before considering Addison more fully, meeting her eyes. "I have to retire shortly. Walk with me a minute, at least?"

Addison nods to the Keeper after a few moments, saying again, "Of course, Your Majesty. I would like that." She steps to Rourke's side, prepared to walk with him when he moves. She looks to Eleanor for a fleeting moment, smiling at the Princess faintly, "Evening, Highness."

Princess Eleanor offers a smile towards Addison, "A good evening to you also. Welcome back." Looking over at Vaia and studying her.

Vaia watches the trio of souls, a small attempt at a smile for Addison as she bows her head. "Nice to meet you, Miss Addison. Thank you." at a loss for words after that rather verbose conversation with the Keeper, her hand is still tight around that little bird and ring around her neck as she casts that look back to Eleanor and drops a shaking curtsey, still waiting for the room to stop spinning around. "Highness, it is nice to see you again...thank you..." Peering past, she looks to Ethan and murmurs. "I'm...sorry if I grabbed you from company. I...was just going to..." a gesture toward the snow tent, again attention snapped to the Keeper as he said good night, unsure where to let her gaze land as it flickers around the floor and she bobs a little curtsey and the faintest ghosts of smiles.

Rourke escorts Addison away, commenting something quiet to her as he steps off, something urgent to his movements.

"Were you going to go to the snow tent?" El inquires after the girl, giving a nod when Rourke and Allison leave. She glances over at Ethan and back to Vaia, "I don't mind." Looking back at Ethan, "Do you?"

Ethan shakes his head, "I don't mind at all, Your Highness." He smiles warmly towards Vaia, "I'm Ethan Locke by the way, an Investor from Miller's Isle. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mistress."

Nodding vaguely, Vaia presses her lips together somewhat, seeming to find a few of her senses in order to form a cognitive sentance or motion or two. "Yes. I used to build animals in Keeper North every year. I promised Mae I'd practice making her a winged cat and my little brother likes them. I thought..." a glance to the tent, she stares blankly, forgetting what she thought just a little bit ago, a number of things flashing through her head as the whisp of a girl's eyes flicker back and forth a moment. Back in the direction of Ethan and Eleanor, she raised a hand to wave and nod her head to the man. "I'm. It's nice to met you. I'm Vaia Wendt-Or--" she cuts off and leaves it at that. "You made something in there? I thought I maybe heard something about that."

"We could all go in together if you like?" Eleanor says soothingly towards Vaia. "I would like to see what it is you have created. I don't think I am very creative in that. But I do like admiring other people's work." Looking back at Ethan and than back to Vaia.

"Yes, I sculpted a statue of a pair of gears." Ethan laughs adding, "It's a very simple design. Nothing too spectacular." He shrugs, turning back towards El, "But I enjoy it, yes. We can all go together. It will be fun." He offers Vaia a warm smile before motioning towards the tent.

Princess Eleanor murmurs something towards Ethan. Her smile still remaining.

Vaia's brows raise up ever so slightly, fingers loosening around her charm and starting to spin it again slowly, a glance cast between the pair as they murmur back and forth. "You don't have to. I was just going to practice. And look at those gears." adding as an afterthought, the faintest of smiles toward Ethan.

Princess Eleanor mutters to Ethan, "I... that... brother... an eye on this... looked upset... and... So I am abiding... his... wanted to... you... up... it.... Its... spotlight... helping... sure... seem... of... that... I... want you... neglacted... not..."

You whisper "I do believe that my brother wants me to keep an eye on this girl. He looked upset about something and wore this look of do something. So I am abiding to his wishes. I wanted to give you a heads up about it. This is how my life is. Its always in the spotlight and always helping others. I am sure you understand. You seem to be the kind of man that would. I just didn't want you to feel neglacted as that is not my intention." to Ethan.

Ethan smiles, warmly squeezing the Princesses shoulder. He gives her a kind nod, fixing his eyes to her. He then turns towards Vaia, "I would rather love to see what a unique girl such as yourself could carve." He nods, "Unless you would rather not have my company I would be quite happy to come."

Eleanor for her case looks like she's going to follow Vaia. "I want to. I am sure you are a creative soul." Tensing for just a moment when her shoulder gets touched and than releasing the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Though when she glances back at Ethan its grateful.

Vaia casts another flickering gaze between the two, back and forth, a moment stilling on Eleanor as she tenses up at the touch, then her eyes are drawnback to the snow tent. "I try. I was proposing the castle cooks to let me carve food and all for fancy feasts before I got married. Maybe...mm." She doesn't vocalize but instead holds open the tent flap for the other two, gathering it up in both hands and standing asside.

"If you want to do it again I can talk to them if you like." Eleanor says easy enough. "I know I wouldn't mind seeing sculptures when I put on events." She has an idea as she talks making her way to the tent, "There's going to be a New Year's Feast coming up in a few days. Would you like to make something there?"

Ethan grins, "I would love to see your food carvings, Vaia! That sounds amazing."

Snow Tent

"Oh, no, that's okay. I. Mm..." Vaia begins a moment, following after the pair and letting the flap drop behind her. "I'd like to talk to them myself again. I really only used food because it was ahrd to find other materials. My family, well, anyway." She doesn't explain right away but plays with that bird around her neck. "Snow is cheap and working on food was something that Mister...I forget his name. The artist. Dark hair, big nose..." she shook her head gently. "He suggested it. But...New years." she paused, looking between the snow and ice sculpture. "Is it almost new year already?"

"Yes." Eleanor tells Vaia, "Its about two weeks away or so. Well more like ten days now." She smiles, "Well, if you need a recommendation I will be glad to talk to the staff on your behalf." As Vaia goes on descing she has to ask, "The Imperial Chamberlain, Issinglass?"

Ethan looks towards his sculpture with a happy smile as he takes time to admire it again, "I think I did an okay job." He luaghs towards the other two, "I'm excited to see what you do, Vaia."

Vaia seems a little surprised at the date, "Oh..." she nods vaguely, something working in her mind, but stuffing it away again. "Thank you, Princess. I'll tell them that if they want some word. I..appreciate it." genuine in that phrasing, some monotony slipping out of her quiet tone. "Yes, Mister Isinglass. He thought that it would be a good start." A glance passed back to Ethan, she stepped forward carefully and looked closer at the gears, an assesssing kind of look at first, but then softening as she looks back to the inventor. "You did do well. Ice is harder to work with." looking around at the area to find a place to start digging in. She paused right before, looking to the pair. Some confliction there or maybe just embarasment, not sure about the social nicities about doing something and speaking. "You don't have to stay here or talk to me while I do this. I know I interupted your night and conversation." Looking to El, there was a twitch of her lips "I do that a lot lately."

"Oh no, you are not an interruption." Eleanor tells Vaia. "Unless, am I making you uncomfortable? If so I will leave." Looking about the snow tent, admiring the items found here. Saying to no one in particular, "Maybe I should leave this tent up and the dance tent up for New Year's."

Ethan shakes his head, "No, you are not interrupting anything. I escorted the Princess. If she wishes to be here? I will gladly continue to escort her." As she compliments his work, he laughs softly, "Well, thank you. I did my best. It's very simple, but I like it."

Vaia listens to the pair quietly and nods gently. "If you're both sure. Not uncomfortable. I'm not sure how good a company I'll make while working. Usually I have to ignore my siblings to do anything so I'm good at closing out voices." well used to have to at least. Unafraid of the chill for whatever reason, she digs in with both hands into the snow, digging out a substantial chunk of it into a pile and walking around it, contemplating to herself, hands under her arms to warm.

"Well, I was in here before I can be in here again. Can always get something warm to drink afterwards." El enthuses. And true to her word she watches and does not participate.

Ethan walks up to his sculpture, chipping away a bit more as he considers it. It seems the man is a bit of a perfectionist. He smooths out one of the edges quietly working as he periodically turn to consider the other pair, "So, do yo uknow what you're going to make, Vaia?"

Princess Eleanor moves over to where Rourke's piece is. She's defintly humored that he picked something with a beach theme to do. Probably an element of what he created last night as it is. Not saying anything letting Ethan and Vaia talk now.

Vaia is already deep in thought as she paces the mound of snow and starts patting it down, making a rough form and looking over the tools provided. "...like a spoon..." she murmurs under her breath to herself, sifting through them, it takes her a moment as that question is posed and she doesn't hear a reply. Blink. Looking toward Ethan. Her cheeks are touched from the cold already, the exceedingly tired looking girl looking his way and staring a few moments, as if reversing time to try and catch what he said. "Oh. I was thinking about Mae. She liked this big leopard I made last year...I was debating on trying it with wings like I promised..." looking toward El, but finally drawn back to that rough shape.

"I think there might be a spoon over there." El having heard Vaia's mutterings and kind of randomly points her hand towards the tools in where they lay. "Isn't Mae the deputy sheriff's girl?" Looking back at Vaia, "I am sure she will be thrilled with whatever you make. Now that I recall I remember your creations you made. You have quite the eye for those kind of things."

Ethan begins to pile up a bit of snow idly as he looks over at what Vaia is creating, "A winged cat? That should be quite interesting. I can't wait to see it." He pauses picking up a light snowball, and with a puckish look he lobs it lightly at the Princess with a laugh.

Vaia looks back to the tools as Eleanor suggests a place to find it and shifts through until she finds what she was looking for. "Deputy?" A pause, another mild pang of something behind those soulful still-water eyes, she pushes past it and looks away "Did Sir Caspian turn to Deputy? And really, I doubt she'll see it, but I promised." Another pause, a smile slowly inches upward as Eleanor thinks back to the menagerie she created last winter in the plaza. About to say something, Ethan sends that snowball sailing Eleanor's way. Blink. "Hey..." she scoops up some snow with that spoon and lobs a snowball back toward Ethan to 'defend' the princess.

Vaia throws a small snowball at Ethan and hits him!

Ethan throws a snowball at Princess Eleanor and hits her!

Ethan gasps as the snowball hits him. Turning towards Vaia he offers a faint laugh, "Okay! Okay! you got me!" He laughs, brushing the snow from his hair. After he's done he bows, "You have good aim, Vaia."

Princess Eleanor throws a snowball at Ethan and misses!

Princess Eleanor tries to duck when she sees what Ethan is doing and starts to pile one of her own. She did grow up on Gateway after all and she's use to this. Appalled that she missed. Though there's a warming smile when Vaia goes to her defense trying to talk, "Caspian Fenwick is now deputy sherieff. He is no longer a knight." She explains as she attempts to dust herself off.

"Six brothers. I have to have good aim." Vaia responds with a mildly shy smile, turning back to her creation and melting to her knees with a singlemindedness about her. Not even noticing as the Princess' snowball sails right past Ethan. But she does notice the talk about Caspian and looks up again, staring. Just one more thing on a long long list. "...oh."

Ethan smiles warmly, "Six brothers? Wow, you must have had a lot of people to protect you." He looks as she continues to work, admiring her focus before turning back to the Princess. He reaches out politely and helps her brush off her skirt, "I'm sorry, your Highness, I couldn't resist."

Oh and Ethan thought that Eleanor would just give up? When he's not looking she tries to do it again. Trying her luck.

Princess Eleanor throws a snowball at Ethan and hits him!

Ethan grumbles backing away. He picks up a bit more snow and bundles it up, throwing it towards the Princess, "So! It's war, then!"

Ethan throws a snowball at Princess Eleanor and hits her!

Vaia goes quiet a litlte bit at Ethan's words, lips pressing thinly together as she carves into that mound of packed snow. "Yes." A very very oversimplified reply, but maybe just too too focused on that creation to mind one way or another. Completely oblivious to the snowball fight going on around her, brows knitting together in concentration.

Princess Eleanor picks up two balls now. Here's her attempt to get Vaia involved to.

Princess Eleanor throws a snowball at Ethan and hits him!

Princess Eleanor throws a snowball at Vaia and misses!

Ethan laughs as the snowballs come bombarding him, "Heeey! Hey!" He brushes the snow out of his hair. As another flies by, he sighs getting read to pack another ball in his hands. He shakes his head and throws in towards the young lady with a sheepish grin.

Ethan throws a snowball at Vaia and hits her!

Well Ethan did tell Eleanor she needed to relax and not be so rigid. She's throwing snowballs. That should count for something. She tries to get him again. Luck has been with her after all.

Princess Eleanor throws a snowball at Ethan and hits him!

Ethan grumbles as another snowball hits him, seriously he must be freezing by now! His cheeks flush a light red from the cold, but he doesn't give up. He picks up a snowball and lobs it at the Princess, giving her a wry look.

Ethan throws a snowball at Princess Eleanor and hits her!

Vaia is bombarded by snowballs, first one by the Princess, the little angel of a girl looks up with wide eyes, trying to cduck behind her 'creation' as Ethan throws another at her. She doesn't laugh, but there is a small peeking smile as she looked between the two and brushed herself off. a look of contemplation as she scoops up another handful or two of snow, forming two balls... ... but both go flying at Ethan.

Vaia throws a snowball at Ethan and hits him!

Vaia throws a snowball at Ethan and misses!

Princess Eleanor laughs. Its been an interesting time lately for Eleanor and its rare that she laughs though she keeps her smiles. All the snow flying? Yeah it makes her laugh. Trying to get closer to Ethan, the poor, wet man, she attempts to get him one more time. Her smile widening when she takes notice of Vaia joining in.

Princess Eleanor throws a snowball at Ethan and hits him!

Ethan laughs, ducking to try to protect himself. However, the snowballs fly from two sources. He picks up two quick hands of snow and throws them at each girl, trying to hit them before running to go on the defensive, "Ahh! I'm being bombarded!"

Ethan throws a snowball at Princess Eleanor and hits Vaia instead!

Ethan throws a snowball at Vaia and hits her!

Vaia holds her arms up at the first stray, wild ball that hits her oddly, peeking out from behind her arms "Hey!" only to get hit with another one! Ohhhhh, it's on. Vaia tears the whole head off her not even quarter finished cat and stands. Swaying back with the weight of the cat-head, she rushes in on Ethan to throw it at him with all her meager strength.

Vaia throws an OMG KITTY HEAD! at Ethan and hits him!

OMG KITTY HEAD! indeed! Ethan gets hit perfectly, and slipping on some water he falls on the ground, covered in snow. He looks kind of like a turtle, with a snow shell, flat on his stomach. He groans looking up at the pair, "Okay, okay, I lose. I get it." He shivers slightly as he begins to push himself up, the snow cascading from his sides.

Princess Eleanor chuckles and moves forward and offers her hand to Ethan. "Your not a sore loser are you?" Her smile widening when she sees that Vaia used her creation as weaponry.

-And here, the log was closed for the night-