A Night to remember

[dinscrusader]

Tonight, I am not Cana.I am to be Bethual, son of a successful Glassblower, age 20. Do not speak of the court, except in an opinion, which must be favorable. Act as if this is not your party, and tell us at the end which two ladies you enjoyed the most.

Cana gazed at himself in the full body mirror, which to hims looked as if it were a window to another world. As was customery in a Masqurade, he had dressed himself in a flamboyant costume; namely a statesmen of the far off and imperalistic Snjuk Confederation. , with a simple blue cloth mask studded with glass beads. Turning to the left, then to the right, it almost made him chuckle. Those Snjuk cared far too much about appernces and too little about function; no wonder Kaharini had avoided their eyes so far. Then, he heard the door creak open.

"Who's there?" He spoke simply

(Ok, I just wanted to get the prelims out of the way. Only palace staff can or noblity can come in right now)

[Rose]

Genira had been sent to receive the prince, and tell him that the guests were entering the ballroom. She wore her uniform, as every other night that she had worked, but on this particular night, the girl had painted on some light make up. It was ordered by her boss, to make the girl's bright purple eyes stand out, as if they didn't already. Her blonde bangs dangle, framing the girl's face, and the rest of her brunette hair stay pulled back into a ribbon held pony tail. For a maid, she was looking pretty good.

Lightly wrapping her fingers around the door knob of Cana's room, the girl paused, brushed down her skirt, and lightly cracked the door. "Who's there?" The girl heard as she lightly pushed open the door, revealing her young hourglass figure. It was a given that she was beautiful, but not one to notice this. Two fox ears stay pressed back as the girl elegantly bowed to the royalty, and parted her pink lips to speak. "A few of the guests have arrived, my lord."

Carefully folding her hands in front of her, the girl asked the only question of the moment. "Do you need anything before you go down, sir?"

((Eh, why not have Genira get him for the party? xD))

[dinscrusader]

Ah, it was only the maid.

Well, perhaps that was too demeaning of a phrase. She was not just the maid, but another person entirely. She was lucky not to be fully defined by her postion, but then again the power came with a price...

"A few of the guests have arrived, my lord", she spoke smoothly, softly with a slight bow. Ah, already they had come swarming. He coulden't blam them. As he glance around the room, he reliezed how much he took the eligence of his own room for granted; the rounded granet collums and the delicate epics he had scribled in his off time. This was the kind of thing every citizen dreamed of, but little did they know. [glow=red,2,300]"Ah, I shall come down if Father has finished his words. After all, I must not disrespect him."[/glow]

Drawing his hads over his greased down hair to feel for that stray peice of hair, he found himself, wondering. Back to that night, out in the feilds. Would she be here? As if. Why had he remembered her just now. Could it have been the heavy scent of the roses the pages had brought earlier in the evening, or the wing like appernce of his hat? Whatever it was, he brushed it off along with a stray peice of fuzz that had fallen onto his hair.

"Do you need anything before you go down, sir?"

[glow=red,2,300]"No, just what you have been insturcted to do; namly that you must not refer to me as prince for the rest of the night. Treat me as you would any other guest, yes?"[/glow] he looked in the mirror one more time before he bowed to her in respect although she shoudl have curtisied when she came in, but to each their own.

[Rose]

Genira~!

"Ah, I shall come down if Father has finished his words. After all, I must not disrespect him." The girl lightly nodded while nervously looking around. Yes, he was just a person, but he was royal. Just being hired not even a week ago, the girl knew that there was something different about her. Lightly brushing back her hair, and folding her hands once more, the girl quickly asked if he needed anything else. Was it what she normally would have done? Well, it would all depend on the moment. At this point, she was told to do so, not disrespecting the prince.

"No, just what you have been instructed to do; namly that you must not refer to me as prince for the rest of the night. Treat me as you would any other guest, yes?" A quick nod, and she spoke with her fluent voice. "Yes sir." Just before she exited the room, the girl noticed his bow. The bow! How could she forget!? A quick gasp, and a whispered 'oh shit' to herself, the girl offered her elegant bow, quickly exiting the room after, closing the wooden door behind her.

Rushing down the hall, Genira quickly pushed into the kitchen, and picked up one of the trays. Balancing it on her right hand, she elegantly walked into the room, serving the drinks as people called for her. She would never grow used to being called Maid, or girl rather than her normal name. But she would have to deal with this, all so then she could continue with her work, and not be fired. She needed the money.




Rose~!

The girl's fingers quickly moved, tying back her long blonde hair into a a red ribboned pony tail. Her strong eyes gazed over her surroundings, knowing that at the moment, she looked high class compared to the location in which she had resided in for the moment. A red dress, slimming to her torso, and slightly fluffed out at the bottom. Lace rimmed the bottom of the dress, and stayed as a design over her stomach. A black ribbon band tied around just under the chest, tying in a perfect bow. Black heels covered the girl's small feet, showing parts of her foot in between the straps that held the shoe on. A black choker tied around the girl's neck, only having a small red gem to accent it.

A quick, light step out from the ally, and Rose gazed up to the crowd. So many young women, there to meed the prince. This made the girl smirk, knowing that he wasn't what she was there fore. It was the social aspect. Rose, she liked to talk to people. It was just her thing. And if this party went on to bore her, the girl would make a conflict between some people, and watch... Or she would leave. Leaving would just make everything easier for people. It was her most obvious choice.

Gracefully walking past the guards, the men letting her though due to their eye guess of her age, and the girl entered the crowded ball room. A gloved finger tucked her golden lock behind her ear as one hand puled up her glove to reach just past the elbow. Quickly fixing her make up in one of the side mirrors, the girl smiled, and vanished into the mob of women.

[dinscrusader]

She had looked flusttered when she exited the room, Dragons knew why. Never the less, it was time to go down. If he could blend into the crowd whale his father spoke, so much the better. With one finnal fluff, he asked himself Is this going to be it? and went down.


The ballroom was alive by the time he came down, cutting the corners through the hallway and nearly knocking over more then one startled aid de court in his attempt to apper as if his entrence was from outside. Swining himself into the main ballroom from the far entrence, he was startled by how many people had shown up.

Oh, he'd give them credit for the work they'de done in the past, but that small group that planned "his" parties had really outdone themselves this time. There had to be at least two hunderd men, and half a time over as many woman. Each was dressed in what they concidered their best, ranging from silked dragons with real scaleplate masks to cleaned sackcloth and one of those five crown street varitiy bird faces. All around the spledor of the palace; the tapestries honoring those who had passed on, the spiraled marble pillers, the silicating SunStones that lite the night romantically, why they had even taken out the royal SpellSword corpse and had them putting on an illusion show. Maids and Butlers troted this way and that, bearing trays of finger foods and (nonalchohalic) beverages. Organized Chaos. The music haden't started yet, so he assumed his father had yet to speak. It was what he needed, a bit of time to blend in. Readjusting his mask to cover the greatest portion of his face, he set himself out into the crowd, seeking out a group of fellow men to latch onto for a bit.

[Rose]

Rose~!

It wasn't hard for the girl to notice that her knee-lengthed dress was one of the shorter ones in the room, making it slightly awkward for her. A nervous look around, and the girl pulled up a small mask to cover just the top portion of her face, still showing her eyes and a slight amount of the makeup, all to blend in slightly. Rose, she was one to walk with a slight swagger, hips moving from side to side with each step. To anyone that actually had seen her before, it was obvious who she was. The hair, and the lower half of the face, it was all recognizable. Yet her gown for the evening, stunning on her.

The lights from above light the room brightly, letting each of the guests to be seen. Some looked far to young to be in the occasion, and others looked slightly to old. There were some other beautiful girls, talking in their clutters. Men, they were dressed for the occasion, some more stunning than the other. But not wanting to start a conversation just yet, Rose took a steady position leaning against the wall. The girl elegantly folded her hands behind her back, and gazed over the crowd through her black mask. Her red lips stay slightly parted, for breathing only, and there she would stay for a tad bit longer.

[dinscrusader]

"Seven Seals, as if we were going to deal with a ruffin like you," a small cluster of laides pushed one of the less fortunate gentlemen, one in a horsehide tunic and matchin headress, as Cana walked by. Whale part of him said he should go over and help, the need to remain inconspicous won out as he turned his face to the mans hidden sorrow.

"Brother," a voice flowded over the crowd as a man, dressed distubingly like himself, beckoned over to one of the larger tables. Glancing around momentrly, Cana pointed to himself with a breif look of mock seriousness. The man pullled in with both hands this time, surly showing his need to speak with him. Shifting through the crowd, Cana wondered just what was going on here.

"Brother," the man whispered deviously once Cana was in hearing range. "I did not expect to see another Snjuk here. You are Snjuk, correct?" His ringed fingure, Garnat, he beleived, wagging in the mystic light.

"I don't beleive I should answer that," Cana grinned cockly in responce, shifting his legs slowly. He had no idea why the Snjuk were here, but he inteded to find out.

"Ah yes, shoulden't risk it, Brother," the man winked. "Don't even say your name, they have ears all over."

Oddly enought, as he was very well aware, his close proximity to this man seemed to draw attention away from them both; birds of a feather and all that. He smelled a rat.

" Well, if you say so Brother." Coulden't risk not playing the part, he had ample training in that. "So, what exactly have you done?"

[Rose]

Rose~!

The girl quickly grew bored, pushing herself from the wall, and wandering the crowd. A slightly familiar smell of some, although she couldn't put her finger on it. "Pardon." Rose had repeated this many times, lightly waving people past, or slipping through small gaps to reach her destination. At this point, it was towards one of the less fortunate men, and past another that was called upon by one of the male party goers. Two bright eyes lightly gazed up to the man, who was obviously hiding his sorrow.

The girl's gloved touch was soft on his shoulder, but noticeable. He looked down to her, being just rejected by a group of women probably wondering why such a young beauty would call upon him. The simplest of touch, it was to draw his attention to the small argument that she was about to do. And yet, it was there for a sigh of comfort, something that was not often given by the girl. But on that night, she didn't feel the need to ignore such a fact. But rather, she felt the need to pull it forward, giving her some entertainment, and making the man feel better about himself.

"Hey bitches," Her voice was distinct, calling upon the group of girls. "Just because you are little tramps that are only here to hopefully meet the prince, doesn't mean that you need to make a complete fool of yourself by being so rude as to physically push this man." The looked to her, absolutely shocked by her words. A few of the men around them were laughing slightly, along side several women. "Excuse me?" One of the women bluntly said before flicking her long black hair over her shoulder. "We will do as we wish, thank you very much. If there is a tramp here, it's you."

And thus the argument began, the obvious leader of the girls fighting with Rose, small comments all aimed to hurt one another. Eventually, through a few moments of fighting, Rose found the weak spot, struck it a few times, leaving the woman to fall silent. Her last words to the group, was a simple "That's what I thought." The man from before couldn't help but smile, laughing slightly at the group of women who were just made a fool of. "Have a good night sir." With an offered kiss to the top of her hand by the man, Rose vanished into the crown once more, grinning at her moment's amusement.

[( COLONEL )]

             The prince had conjured up a masquerade party in which a lot of the villagers were invited. Rayven had no say in the matter. To him, if the prince wanted to have a party, then so be it – but too frequent of them and he’d have to call some off. Royalty shouldn’t be known to just “party” all the time; there were some rules and regulations to follow. Prince Cana had it good; living under the roof of the palace and under the protection of now Rayven’s guards… The kid was young and had his whole life on a silver platter. While Cana had fun, Rayven was cooped up like a bird in a cage; working on important documents that would benefit the kingdom. As odd as it was eerie, Rayven preferred the silent papers than the people of the kingdom. Sure, he cared about everyone, but he wasn’t much of the social butterfly – only when needed be. Plus, he had so much work to do – being a King wasn’t exactly a walk in the par, you know. These papers needed to be done, and why not get them done now than procrastinate and have more to do later?

             With a sigh, Rayven signed a document and places it on his ‘denied’ stack of papers. When he looked to the side to grab another sheet, he noticed there were none. Fingers tapped on the wooden table, hoping a servant would come in for something else to read, but none did. A few moments later of just fooling around with the feather pen, a servant did come into the room, but she didn’t have anything good for him, so to speak. What she wanted to know was that if Rayven was going to attend – for guests were already flooding in. with a nod and a small smile, Rayven got up from his desk and left to get dressed for the ball. The Prince probably already started it anyways…

             Personally, he didn’t want to go, but there wasn’t anything else for him to do – and he kind of wanted to be present for the prince. Even though the prince wasn’t of his blood, Rayven respected him all the same. After all, the Queen, before she passed on, picked him. To Rayven, if she picked himself for a reason, then she picked Cana for one as well. Rayven was a man of respect, and he will show it by joining Cana’s little party. Plus, the King should be present with every event. Changing attire to an almost completely ebony one – some silver here and there, Rayven grabbed that ‘raven’ (lol) mask and put it on. The beak was of a silver color; close enough to the blackened mask, but slightly lighter to distinguish which was bird build and which was beak.

             It was kind of odd for Rayven to wear something that was basically a mockery of his name… But whatever. It fit, to him. Too bad he wasn’t going to share his ‘wings’ with anyone. He may be a demon, but some things are better left a secret than others. You know? Fixing up his attire, Rayven told the servant to not address that he was joining in, but rather it be a surprise. Maybe he could find the prince down there? Who knows… But a part of him told himself to just relax for the day… Relax, maybe have some fun, who knew. Walking down the hall and into the large ballroom, Rayven saw that the party already started. Wearing his mask and concealing his identity to almost everyone, Rayven walked on over to a small table, picking up a small glass of… Actually, he didn’t know what it was, but he took it and walked off; moving his mask up a bit so he could take a sip, before pulling it back down. Rayven the raven; nice.

OOC: I didn’t read y’all posts. >[ Just listened to Eclipse’s TL;DR summary. ;x You may smack me upside the head if I did anything wrong. >->;

[Rose]

Balls, usually just a social gathering to be held when there was a celebration. Usually, this type of occasion would happen on holidays, or birthdays, bringing joy to the people of Kaharini. But at this particular point in time, it wasn’t the case. The prince had been holding a ball for himself, gathering men and women from around the Kingdom, all into one ballroom, all dressed for the occasion. Beautiful gowns, and stunning men’s apparel. Everything that you would think for a ball was there, but with a twists. All of the guests, even royalty, were wearing masks. Some of animals, some a solid colour, and others, well, they were just down straight strange. It wasn’t exactly common for one to wear a mask, on a regular basis that is, but in this occasion it wasn’t seen as to cause havoc.

The young girl, looking around eighteen, had tied her hair up into a red ribbon, contrasting against the bright colour of her hair. The bangs still hung neatly over her eyes, and withheld the two strips framing her face, as it always was. Her originally pale lips were now painted a bright red, standing out against her pale white skin, and a light pink blush brushed carefully over her cheeks. Definite cheek bones? Not at all. She had that cute aspect, more of a younger face than an older one. The girl’s eyes were a bright blue, her lashes a black colour, and slightly sloped to the outer edges of her eyes, making it look as if she had our day’s mascara lengthening the tips. Lightly covering the top half of her face was a silver mask, Red swirls elegantly painted onto the right side of the mask’s face.

Her dress was long, and very much like a ballroom gown. The fabric was pulled into a V neck at the top, and haltered around the girl’s neck. With a small band of silver, located just under the bust of the originally red dress, lightly stitched together in the back, separating the fabrics. A sparckling silver, near see through material dominated most of her stomach, but was lightly covered with a span of fabric, pointing just off center of her front. A red rose stayed lightly pinned where the two fabrics first met, giving that small sign of elegance. These two fabrics were mimicked just under the v line that outlined her hips, lightly pushing away because of the stitching. Ina’s legs were completely enclosed by fabric, but a nice portion of the from was indeed the near see through silver tint.

Silver heels clung by a few straps to Ina’s feet, wrapping up just over her ankle in a slightly Greek style heel, and tying off in the back. Two silk gloves pulled over the girl’s hands, stopping a few inches away from her shoulders, and covering all the way down to her fingertips. A well crafted starling silver necklace hung around her neck, a ruby in the shape of a tear drop dangling from the end, and touching under the neck piece of the dress, showing where the fabric failed to cover. Two matching earings dangled from the woman’s lobes, sparkling slightly with each hint of light that they gained. All in all, the girl was a sight to see, being as soft, and small of a figure she was. Ina, was beautiful.

Resting her hands in a folded position in front of her as she walked, Ina lightly glanced around, making note of the masks that surrounded her. The music? It hadn’t started yet. People were talking instead, loud enough to give anyone there a head ache. Yet, they didn’t seem to mind, but rather go on with their words. It was obvious the difference of classes, and why some people were there. How people acted, it was just different. It was a given that Ina wasn’t high class, but rather a loner. Yet, she always kept her appearance as best as she could, and kept her personality through the years of her life. Some people were there for the food, others there to meet the prince. Well, that was what the party was for wasn’t it? Not for Ina. Her, personally, was just there to meet some of Kaharini’s people.

Her step was light, as if she were walking on the clouds, yet so graceful. It was obvious that she had been trained to walk as she did, holding her head high, and folding her hands in front of her dress. It was an old custom that she got from her mother, always standing as if she were extremely important there. Well, obviously she wasn’t, but that was what the girl’s stance said about her. The smallest of head movements, all to gain her surroundings. No alcohol? Well, that was good. There wasn’t need for any at such a formal occasion. At that time period, not many would really care how young you were, or if you were to drink. But there was no need for any drunken people to be wandering the floor, making a fool of themselves.

Brushing her hair behind her ear, Ina went to do the most un-lady like thing that she would be doing for the evening, lean against the wall. Leaning to the ballroom’s solid wall, Ina gazed over the crowd. Sometimes it was just good to take in your surroundings before talking to anyone. Get a feel how it was to be there. Well, she hadn’t exactly been to one of these things before. Balls, they just were not usually her thing. Adjusting her mask so it fit comfortable upon her nose, the girl let out a small sigh, and let her eyes wander. Shifting slightly, and folding her hands behind her back, the girl stay still, her breath near silent.


OOC: HERE is a pic of her dress. ^-^; I drew it real quick, so ya. lol

[blazinvire]

Merely a day ago Siela had taken her first step into this wondrous kingdom, after being in the village for so long the world had gotten rather small for her, so it was good to widen her horizons by coming here.

Yet she hadn't quite expected this of all things, catching onto the many rumours as she entered the kingdom, there was an open invitation to a ball of sorts, and Siela was naturally curious so she had began to investigate on that very day.
Apparently people dressed up for such an occasion, putting on their very best garments, and the strangest part was the masks, everyone would have one.

As such, Siela turned up in an extravagant dark blue and silver gown with a matching mask, looking a little awkward as she hadn't ever worn a dress like this.
She passed by the guards uneventfully, she'd heard they were enforcing an age limit on who could attend, and although Siela fit the age bracket she could maintain her youth for an incredibly long time from meditation and training.
So it was quite trivial really, Siela put her mind to focus on other things, gazing around the ballroom with glittering eyes at how amazing it all was.
Never in her life had she thought a place like this could exist, how much time and effort must have been spent on this, it was all quite humbling really when she considered the honest little huts back at the village.

"This place is amazing..." Siela murmured to herself with wide eyes attempting to see everything at once, and not to mention the people as well, the sheer variety of clothes of such brilliance made her feel very out of place. It was only fortunate Siela had the forethought to procure a similarly brilliant garment.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened they had taken on the look of eagle's eyes, darting back and forth wildly as she scanned everything in high detail.
It was all so interesting and she didn't even know where to start.

[Ran'chir]

Though savage by blood the creature know as Ran’chir was noble by nature, she could dive into social setting with ease and rub elbows with the more hoity tioty folks. Because of her newly acquired status as a royal guard she had access maybe not the access she wanted but access none the less. For this special occasion the normally dark colors always present within her wardrobe would be replace with lighter more floral colors for this night she was not a solider not a witch but a woman with fine tastes. Within her room she sought to quickly acquire an appearance which would please the more virile members of the little masquerade. Gazing upon sunken rings which loomed ever present around her eyes the blonde was reminded of her one tell her eyes never seemed to give off a youthful charade. They always reflected her more carnal soul devouring nature but for this night that was not necessarily a terrible thing. With a mask upon her visage the glow of her emerald gaze could be used to make her look far more alluring to her intended targets. Wasting no time the witch flung open the doors to her new walk in closet, the closet was one of the most amazing things about her new living arrangement. Focusing upon green she tumbled tremulously through stacks and stack of clothing and dress she had not worn in ages. Floral patterns, bright fabrics and bows and ribbons lit her way as she searched for a dress which would display her in the best light.

Landing upon an oldy but a good the blonde wrapped her arms around her most prized sage colored dress. Though it was made to fit her previous body she was sure that it would do her some justice in her new younger looking body. In a wink she had thrown the dress above her head and pulled it down her frame, the bust was a bit off but she would have to work with what she was given at the moment. The dress had a corset like design about it this in turn would give her room to pull the dress tight to her body to give her that slim look. With ruffles that ran from her shoulders to the center of her chest the dress had the make for a woman with a bit more up top, this however was circumvented by her taking the time to lace up ever single solitary rib breaking string. Fluffing the ruffles a bit force them to up this made them look like they had far volume. The volume on the other hand hid her already lacking chest region a bit but this was not too much of a problem it was her hips she wanted to emphasize this time around. The cut of the force it to reveal a great portion of her thigh and the outer part of her hip, this would intern be what focus of the dress was was. With a bit more white ruffles around the edge of the dress the rest of the dress rested just above her ankles. The dress had a tendency to ride up a bit when she moved but as long as she caught it in time it would not look to bad upon her. In a greenish fevered flurry the witch applied both green and black make to her face. The forest green just above her eyes would hide the almost black rings around her eyes, and just a tad bit of black trace her eye giving them a larger than life look.

Tracing her lips with an almost snowy emerald color she made sure to avoid too smudging in her make for she did not want to look like a sloppy doll. With her in human and doll like appearance she was finished all except for the glitter. As a foreigner to some of these things she had an issue when it came to placing glitter upon her face. She always seemed to put too much and it always got all over everyone she came in contact with. Gazing in to her mirror she looked upon her own vanity in aw she was more beautiful to herself than should be allowed. “Now it is time to make them see what I see,” She whispered to herself as she turned from her own reflection. Though she often walked around bare foot this particular occasion called for some fancy foot wear. Scooping up a pair of black rather glittery heels she threw a handful of glitter in the air above her before walking to the door of her room. Around the knob was her mask which was the upper part of a cats face. It was only fitting that she wear a cat mask seeing as she had the tail in all. The feline parts of her new body worked but they always seemed to make the simple things far more taxing. As always she wrapped the tail around her waist before placing a large black belt over top it. With heels on foot she threw her mask upon her face and rushed down the stairs. Busting into the crowd the woman looked about her to see just how short she really was. Being about the height of a teenager was thrilling to her but it did allow her to blend into a crowd. Letting her long platinum hair hang the witch attempted to look as little like herself as possible. Grabbing a glass of wine off the tray of a passing servant she prepared herself for the party ahead of her.

Taking a single sip the witch threw her hips back and forth as she walked, the fabric hugged every curve and thus it accentuated every step she took. With one hand upon her waist and the other around the glass she scanned the crowd for anyone whom drew in a huge amount of attention those would be her targets for the night.”Noble boys beware for you dream lover is here..”

[( COLONEL )]

             Cana… Rayven sure hoped the lad was having fun at his little party. Rayven was hoping to limit these events if they got out of hand. You knew how teens could be – party, party, party; sex, sex, sex. Well, probably not the sex, but how would he know? He wasn’t a teen anymore and this was a new age – things changed. And things seriously changed for him. All he wanted was to have some cash and be a soldier, but got into a fight and got to be a body guard for the queen instead… A personal one. so personal, so ‘in tune’ with the queen, that she dubbed him king before she passed on. No one denied it and people accepted it – though some probably didn’t/ What she informed them all was that Rayven was half-demon, like her husband was. He was a good leader until he died… Rayven could be the same, right? He just hoped so… He hated not being what people expected when they expected to highly of him. He had to be a good king… And a good king right now would attend Cana’s party; even if it was for some drinks and to watch over him like a hawk form the distance. Even though Cana wasn’t his own child, he kind of treated him like his own… Though a part of Rayven wished he had his own. It kind of felt weird loving something that wasn’t yours… But that’s the demon genes for you expressing themselves like an animal wanting to commit infanticide.

             Fixing up his attire and making sure his face was mostly hidden, Rayven exited the room and attended this little party that Cana was giving. Of course before he got there it already started – but more and more people were walking through the doors. Guards and knights were stationed on the balcony of the internal structure of the palace; watching the scene form above like hawks over a nest. Rayven was observing via the ground in silence. He wasn’t one for parties or anything like that – I guess you could call him a boring soul that would rather much to paperwork than anything else like socializing. So the first thing Rayven did after he spotted Cana and some other guy over yonder, Rayven dubbed him safe and thus went to attend his own needs – meaning to get a drink. It was like a wine; not really alcoholic for there were people here under that drinking age, but nonetheless he took a glass; sipping that sweet savoring flavor that got his taste buds to jolt. Yeah; this was a party – drink a glass alone then return to his quarters.

             Still having his mask slightly up in order to take another sip, Rayve slipped it back down so it rested on his nose like most of the masks here. Holding the halfway finished glass, Rayven started to walk around; careful not to bump into someone and drop the glass. That wasn’t what he needed – an argument, a sour one. As he was walking, those ocean-beach eyes of his looked to and fro at a lot of people; mainly their outfits and seeing what they were doing. Ever occasionally those eyes drifted back to Cana; double-checking on his safety before turning his attention away – and whence he did those eyes were glued to waving hips. Rayven wasn’t the kind of guy to trail after a show like that – but he did stare for a moment at the little show Ran’chir’s hips gave. Blinking and looking down to break contact, Rayvn glanced to the side and walked off to the wall. There weren’t many people here at least – most were out on the floor than the sidelines, but there were a few people pressed up against the wall as if they were either too scared to go out on the main floor or just didn’t have a partner for this.

             Leaning against he wall himself, Rayven removed the mask entirely and let out a deep sigh before taking a rather large swig of his glass; actually finishing the continents of it. That was when those eyes of his glanced at the girl next to him – also leaning against the wall. A part of him wanted to say something but… His attention went back to the glass. Noticing it was empty, Rayven slipped the mask back on and pressed his back more against the wall in agitation. Personally, he kind of liked it here on the sidelines; it was cooler… That was when he finally got some worse and turned to look at the woman to his right, “Not enjoying yourself much?” Personally, he wasn’t much… It was amazing on how there weren’t any guards trailing behind him – or were they but just keeping distance? Rayven didn’t notice. He kind of actually hated when they did that; give him some freedom, you know?

[dinscrusader]

" I have done well brother," the man kneeled in, tickling Cana's ears as the ran over his ears. " My intel is amazing. These people know nothing of us or our tactics, even with their fancy liberary and high literacy rate. Then, they don't teach Snjuck here, do they? It will fall to our... manuverings let us say. No sword, but it will still fall."

He had to pull on his last reserves not to grimice. The nerve of this man, implying he would infiltrate the regional powerhouse, the birthplace of the educated Castlemen ( a term for those who use Eurpoeon style archtecture). Then again, as he focused over the din of the party, he did belevie he was speaking to his countryman.

[glow=red,2,300]"Pardon me brother, let us meet up later. I do beleive we are drawing too much attention.[/glow] Adding in what he beleived to be the customery Snjuk wave; a type of finger snaping thing, he dashed off as quickly as he could, his leather soles gliding above the floors.

Dragons, I was lucky. he frankally and with thoughts scattering attempted to lose himself in the crowds, again. Sadly, with this fairly funky hat he had on, that wasen't an option. Suddenly, he felt it.

The urge.

Confulsing for but a moment, enought to startle a few of the outlookers but not enough to attract anybody's attention, the change was complete. Suddenly, the party took on a whole new light. Just a moment before, he was slightly distasteful about the whole thing, it not even being "his" plan to throw a party (you think Father would have noticed this by now), but now it was perhaps the biggest mixed bag in the world. Drink, ladies, adventure, but the same prison he was forced into at least once a month. At least this time the beuracracy had let in people with actual, non-court crafter personas; but he had to escape.

Walking with a swagger unseen by any except those who chanced him on the town, Cana began scanning the scene. It was mostly survivable, except that the guerds had seemed to blow in a bit of *ehem* TRASH.

It was a scattered group, three woman and two men, who had The Look about them; too much makeup, too little fabric, THE EYES. Apperetly, when they invited everybody, everybody came. If there was one thing he disliked, it was an easy catch.

Cana insted choose to slid himself into a chair, grab himself a glass, and started to people watch in plain sight. It that Snjuk came along he'd just say he was studying the situation further and leave it at that.

Then, he would leave.

[Rose]

Ina had taken a position against the wall while her bright blue eyes gazed through the silver and red mask that covered the top half of her face. The girl's light blue bangs danced over her her mask, overlapping some of the glittered mask. Some silver pieces of glitter lightly clung to the strands of her hair, making her shine slightly. Sure, she was a cute girl, but on this night she used a little effort to look stunning. Quite frankly, her little bit of effort worked, making Ina keep a slight smile on her lips, giving that innocent look, which showed her true colours.

There had been few others that stray to the walls, but only a few. Without really realizing it, they had gone to where everybody would see them. They would stick out. It was usually thought that leaning off to the side, it kept you out of sight. Invisible. Well, not so much. People's eyes glanced over to the girl occasionally, women glaring, and some men winking. All she did was offer a small, unreleased smile, and look away with a light pink covering her cheeks. It was easy to get Ina to blush, seeing how even a simple hug got her cheeks to go off, and feel like they were on fire.

Her eyes followed a single man around the room. He seemed... Familiar. Had she met him before? It couldn't be. The chances of her running into someone that she remembered meeting, until she actually saw their faces, it was one in a million. A light shake of the head, and the young girl folded her hands behind her back, slouching against the wall. At this point, she was watching the people around her. Conversations upon conversations, they all upheld in the room. The girl's keen hearing picking up all of the little hints that were found throughout the room. By just listening to a few of these people's words, she could find what types were there. Sluts, high class, Trash, poor, middle class... Royalty... It was all mixed into the bunch.

Letting in a long sigh, Ina closed her eyes, and dipped her head down, attempting to clear her head for a moment. So many different smells, it was overwhelming. Some of rose, herself of peaches, and some in the ballroom even of body odor. All mixed together, it was just enough to give the girl a slight head ache. For that moment, she would just hang back, awaiting that moment that she grew used to the feeling. So much was going on, all a little overwhelming for just a small time girl.

While dipping her head down, Ina became oblivious to everything around her. Mixed with all of the confusion, she wasn't able to recognize the fact that someone had come to the wall, and leaned next to her. Opening her eyes lightly, out of the peripheral of her vision, Ina saw an extra pair of feet that wasn't there before. Lifting her head, and looking slightly to the side, only to see the man with his mask off, and drinking the rest of his beverage, Ina paused. She did recognize something, but it wasn't apparent at the time. To much swarming her head, and twisting through her thoughts. It was almost harmful, but good enough for the time being.

“Not enjoying yourself much?” At that point, the man had put his mask back on, and looked over to her. A light shrug arose from the girl's slender shoulders, and she let out a sigh. "Ya, this isn't really my thing. Just came to try something new." With a light smile, Ina looked to the man while pushing her hair behind her ear. "What about you? How's your night so far?" The girl's eyes could have even been smiling with that look in them. Pulling her hands out from behind her back, Ina crossed her arms, finding the more comfortable position. that smile on her lips usually made one smile, just because of how she perked up so easily.

Rose ~ !

That cocky grin clung to the girl's lips as she wandered the floor, scanning people as she passed by. It was always good to get around, and see what you were up against. The people in that ballroom, they were all different. To get a barring of what you were up against, it was probably one of the smartest things to do. Look around the room, find a quick escape route. Of course there was always the whole, wearing a dress issue that stood in her way of running up any walls. Rose was the last one to want some pervert looking up her dress. She was a cute girl, and she knew that wandering eyes latched onto her hour glass figured body. That's just how people were.

Pausing at the familiar smell, Rose's grin grew. She knew exactly who it was. Now to get noticed. Ya, she was going to make it obvious that she knew he was there, but might as well have a little fun with this one before vanishing from the face of his earth once more. This one, it was the one she teased. Of course he would have never got anywhere with her, Rose being to stubborn to let any man do anything before putting up a long, excruciating fight, but it was amusing. Brushing back her hair, and letting on a small laugh, Rose sighed, and looked forward.

Walking forward, and slamming her shoulder into Cana's arm, Rose continued to walk a few steps before turning around, dramatically putting her hands over her heart, and speaking. "I am so sorry for that, 'sir'. My greatest apologies." It was obvious her sarcasm. A light roll of her brown eyes, and a laugh, Rose went to leave that amusement where it was, so some trash could go play with it. Swoop in and attempt to pick him up for the night. This was all just to amuse her, making the girl laugh as she rest her hand on her waist, and walk away. Yes, the swagger of her hips was always there, but that was jsut a second nature by then.