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Fantasy Elemental Royalty (Full!)
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Tea Spiller
She hated travel with every bone in her body. Now do not mistake, she would be the first to volunteer to visit another kingdom for political gain, but getting there? Between the bumpy roads and the cramped carriage, Kasia would have thrown herself out of it by now if it wouldn’t ruin her dress.
The reasoning of this little “adventure” was not helping the already sour mood either and even the mere thought had the princess frowning at the dagger in her hands, one that she was rare to be found without. It was an intricate thing, the golden hilt traditionally inscribed with the Great Dragon, it’s body winding its way onto the blade itself, embellished with only the finest of reds and oranges; the small thing paled in comparison though to its brother sword, Kasia’s true prize.
She toyed with the dagger, watching as the light glinted off the blade. Eleorim, the land of light, yet she goes to find the prince of dark. The thought of the dark prince made her frown only deepen, a simple flick of the wrist lodging the dagger into the wood over the opposite seat in the carriage causing the maid sitting near there to startle and go pale. Why did it have to be Isra Nasca? It was a wretched place of cold and damp with no light, opposite of the warmth and brightness of Azarsa. She was fire, not a mere light to be dulled in the dark, dampness of the underground.
Much to Kasia’s dismay, apparently the dagger getting thrown startled the maid into talking. “C-congratulations on your engagement, Miss. It’s the talk of all the kingdoms.”
Kasia gave a sigh. “Marriage.” She sneered, exasperated with the ‘congratulations’ and ‘best wishes’. “It is such a feeble practice, the act of binding oneself to another.”
Her mousy face pulled tight, visably trying not to make a face and unable to take a hint. “Many find it enjoyable, I hear.”
“More pointless really, dragging yourself down with the burden of another.” Kasia shook her head is disgust. “A menial act of those who cannot care for themselves so they must get bound to make someone else do it.”
“E-even if you receive care in return?” She ventured cautiously. “That can’t be so b--.”
“I tire of your romantic whims.” Kasia interjected with a glare. “Hush.”
The maid bowed her head deeply, saying nothing else until finally the carriage came to a stop signally that they had arrived to the ball. Without hesitation Kasia climbed out of the carriage, yanking her dagger out of the wall on the way out and leaving a large splinter in the wood.
“Get someone to fix that.” She tossed over her shoulder to the maid. “Father will be unhappy if he finds any more of those.”
...
Ah, the lights, the music, the people, the dancing; it was a place like this that Kasia thrived; not to mention the most important aspect of a grand ball--the drinks. In fact, it took mere seconds for the princess to get her fingers wrapped around a glass stem.
The ball was already in full swing with those of high enough standing to be invited from all kingdoms, it was strange to see such a mix without a lethal intent in the air. Even with the amount of people, the royal families were easy to stop—the way the crowd parted around them as they walked then flocked to like flies once they were still. Kasia was no different. As she made her way around the room there were none in her way, no one to step on her dress as it trailed behind her. It made a smile stretch across her lips.
Kasia was a princess--a proud one at that--and things like this were her chance to show it. The one-shouldered dress was fitted to just above the hips, falling elegantly to the floor around her. A sheer red fabric topped the golden base, only to be covered in an intricate wrapping pattern of golden embezzlement; this gave the dress an ever-changing effect, more red at some angles and gold at others. Perfectly tailored to accentuate and accommodate the princess, it made her shine under the lights of the ball. Even her hair was made to best showcase her long neck and bone structure, done up on the back of her head with loose pieces falling around her face. She was the paragon of the extravagance of royals, a vision in gold and red that would be very hard to miss.
The reasoning of this little “adventure” was not helping the already sour mood either and even the mere thought had the princess frowning at the dagger in her hands, one that she was rare to be found without. It was an intricate thing, the golden hilt traditionally inscribed with the Great Dragon, it’s body winding its way onto the blade itself, embellished with only the finest of reds and oranges; the small thing paled in comparison though to its brother sword, Kasia’s true prize.
She toyed with the dagger, watching as the light glinted off the blade. Eleorim, the land of light, yet she goes to find the prince of dark. The thought of the dark prince made her frown only deepen, a simple flick of the wrist lodging the dagger into the wood over the opposite seat in the carriage causing the maid sitting near there to startle and go pale. Why did it have to be Isra Nasca? It was a wretched place of cold and damp with no light, opposite of the warmth and brightness of Azarsa. She was fire, not a mere light to be dulled in the dark, dampness of the underground.
Much to Kasia’s dismay, apparently the dagger getting thrown startled the maid into talking. “C-congratulations on your engagement, Miss. It’s the talk of all the kingdoms.”
Kasia gave a sigh. “Marriage.” She sneered, exasperated with the ‘congratulations’ and ‘best wishes’. “It is such a feeble practice, the act of binding oneself to another.”
Her mousy face pulled tight, visably trying not to make a face and unable to take a hint. “Many find it enjoyable, I hear.”
“More pointless really, dragging yourself down with the burden of another.” Kasia shook her head is disgust. “A menial act of those who cannot care for themselves so they must get bound to make someone else do it.”
“E-even if you receive care in return?” She ventured cautiously. “That can’t be so b--.”
“I tire of your romantic whims.” Kasia interjected with a glare. “Hush.”
The maid bowed her head deeply, saying nothing else until finally the carriage came to a stop signally that they had arrived to the ball. Without hesitation Kasia climbed out of the carriage, yanking her dagger out of the wall on the way out and leaving a large splinter in the wood.
“Get someone to fix that.” She tossed over her shoulder to the maid. “Father will be unhappy if he finds any more of those.”
...
Ah, the lights, the music, the people, the dancing; it was a place like this that Kasia thrived; not to mention the most important aspect of a grand ball--the drinks. In fact, it took mere seconds for the princess to get her fingers wrapped around a glass stem.
The ball was already in full swing with those of high enough standing to be invited from all kingdoms, it was strange to see such a mix without a lethal intent in the air. Even with the amount of people, the royal families were easy to stop—the way the crowd parted around them as they walked then flocked to like flies once they were still. Kasia was no different. As she made her way around the room there were none in her way, no one to step on her dress as it trailed behind her. It made a smile stretch across her lips.
Kasia was a princess--a proud one at that--and things like this were her chance to show it. The one-shouldered dress was fitted to just above the hips, falling elegantly to the floor around her. A sheer red fabric topped the golden base, only to be covered in an intricate wrapping pattern of golden embezzlement; this gave the dress an ever-changing effect, more red at some angles and gold at others. Perfectly tailored to accentuate and accommodate the princess, it made her shine under the lights of the ball. Even her hair was made to best showcase her long neck and bone structure, done up on the back of her head with loose pieces falling around her face. She was the paragon of the extravagance of royals, a vision in gold and red that would be very hard to miss.
H A R P Y
Ms. Believer
LOCATION: Entering the ball
MOOD: Pissed the fuck off
TAGS: @ ALL
She was the picture of perfection for any Jyriaanian woman─her hair perfectly coiffed atop her head in an elaborate swirl of braids. her eyes outlined in black and shimmering gold, her lips touched by blood-rose paint, and that gown! Held fast by an extravagant golden belt, heavy fabrics of various shades of gold-trimmed greens draped loosely over Szahdi's form just so to leave a large sliver of her deep magenta skirt visible enough to complete the look. Great pains were taken that night to ensure a look of refinement, grace, and above all, beauty.
But of course the princess saw to it immediately that those pains were wasted by her attitude.
Szahdi marched towards the feast with all the grace of a bear, leaving behind her a fainted footman, a ghostly pale driver, and the smashed and tattered remains of what was once an elegant carriage. Her lips pulled back across her gleaming fangs with a bestial snarl as one swear after the next fell from her tongue. Such was how she entered the dance, a humanoid hurricane of vehemence and rage.
"I do apologize ma'am," came the posh reply of some elvish servant, "but I'm afraid weapons are banned from tonight's festivities." He gestured with a curt nod of his head to the tonfa hanging from her belt at each hip. Szahdi's eyes bulged, visible veins pulsing on her forehead. She paused for a moment to process this man's death wish before rushing him back against the nearest wall. While the princess was exceptionally small in comparison to the elf, there was no shortage of superiority or threat in her manner as she scowled up at him.
"I. Do not. Care." Szahdi ground out the words through clenched and snarling fangs. Her form trembled with pure rage as she fought a mental battle for control. 'Don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him, just breathe and look away, breathe and look away.' Before she could cause the man any harm, her head snapped to the side and she stalked towards the buffet table to leave the servant behind. Her tonfa remained at her sides.
Well. That was one way to make an entrance.
Shadow Alpha
Senior Member
The insistent sound of knocking could be heard echoing throughout the entire castle while the inhabitant within the room remained dormant and prone, as usual. The maid outside of the door drew in a deep breath before slowly opening the door to Kian's room. The room itself was in perfect order, the walls were lined with books on multiple martial art styles that Kian had mastered or was in the process of doing so. The maid's attention was soon drawn to the bed where Kian was ungraciously sprawled out in nothing more than a pair of silk boxers.
"Sir! You need to wake up so that you will not be late for the ball today! It would seem as if the maid had done nothing more than waste her breath since Kian made no attempt to rise. She was aware that it would come down to this and came prepared with a secret weapon. From behind her back, the maid pulled out something wrapped in a small towel. As she peeled it back to reveal one of the spiciest peppers that managed to grow in their harsh climate, she approached Kian's bed. Up close, he was a sight to behold even though he was drooling slightly. The maid placed the Dragon's Fire pepper into Kian's mouth and awaited his awakening.
Kian's eyelids fluttered softly before he rose from the bed while letting out a loud yawn. The sight of the maid in his room reminded him of the purpose of today. "I'm suppose to meet my 'wife' today right?" The maid in questioned nodded her head furiously and urged him to go wash up and return so that she may dress him properly. A small blush crossed the young maid's face at the sight of Kian as he emerged from the shower but she quickly set to work and was amazed at the results.
Kian's usual dreaded garnet locks were now free with a slight wave to them. Upon his torso was a black silk dress shirt with sleeves that were tastefully rolled up to his elbows which was topped with. The shirt was paired with a crimson vest with golden patterns and flowers that swirled to represent the motion and compassion of the Great Dragon, the bowtie also contained the same coloring(the image below). His legs were covered by a nice fitted pair of black dress pants that led down into a crimson pair of dress shoes. Kian himself was not a fan of getting dressed up and much preferred going with a shirt or shoes because he found it extremely comfortable. His small fur covered ears could be seen peeking out from his hair while his tail was securely wrapped around his torso to avoid bringing shame to his kingdom.
The ride to the Light Kingdom was fairly dull to Kian as he watched the scenery pass by. Once he stepped out of the carriage, in which he barely fit in due to his height, Kian made his way into the grand hall. Some of the women present fawned over his appearance and even attempted conversation. "It's nice to meet you all ladies but, I'm afraid that I cannot give you all the time that you deserve. Please excuse my rudeness," he said with a deep bow as he tried to escape them. He watched as his sister became the center of attention and it was ust like old times. No matter what I do, she'll always be the favored one. <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/Vest.jpg.3dea82b3bcf1526343547f83a3bbe937.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="138918" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/Vest.jpg.3dea82b3bcf1526343547f83a3bbe937.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
"Sir! You need to wake up so that you will not be late for the ball today! It would seem as if the maid had done nothing more than waste her breath since Kian made no attempt to rise. She was aware that it would come down to this and came prepared with a secret weapon. From behind her back, the maid pulled out something wrapped in a small towel. As she peeled it back to reveal one of the spiciest peppers that managed to grow in their harsh climate, she approached Kian's bed. Up close, he was a sight to behold even though he was drooling slightly. The maid placed the Dragon's Fire pepper into Kian's mouth and awaited his awakening.
Kian's eyelids fluttered softly before he rose from the bed while letting out a loud yawn. The sight of the maid in his room reminded him of the purpose of today. "I'm suppose to meet my 'wife' today right?" The maid in questioned nodded her head furiously and urged him to go wash up and return so that she may dress him properly. A small blush crossed the young maid's face at the sight of Kian as he emerged from the shower but she quickly set to work and was amazed at the results.
Kian's usual dreaded garnet locks were now free with a slight wave to them. Upon his torso was a black silk dress shirt with sleeves that were tastefully rolled up to his elbows which was topped with. The shirt was paired with a crimson vest with golden patterns and flowers that swirled to represent the motion and compassion of the Great Dragon, the bowtie also contained the same coloring(the image below). His legs were covered by a nice fitted pair of black dress pants that led down into a crimson pair of dress shoes. Kian himself was not a fan of getting dressed up and much preferred going with a shirt or shoes because he found it extremely comfortable. His small fur covered ears could be seen peeking out from his hair while his tail was securely wrapped around his torso to avoid bringing shame to his kingdom.
The ride to the Light Kingdom was fairly dull to Kian as he watched the scenery pass by. Once he stepped out of the carriage, in which he barely fit in due to his height, Kian made his way into the grand hall. Some of the women present fawned over his appearance and even attempted conversation. "It's nice to meet you all ladies but, I'm afraid that I cannot give you all the time that you deserve. Please excuse my rudeness," he said with a deep bow as he tried to escape them. He watched as his sister became the center of attention and it was ust like old times. No matter what I do, she'll always be the favored one. <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/Vest.jpg.3dea82b3bcf1526343547f83a3bbe937.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="138918" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/Vest.jpg.3dea82b3bcf1526343547f83a3bbe937.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
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SP3CT3R
eepy
Arlo felt like he was going to die of heatstroke by the time he got to the Light palace. Too bad I'm not being married to the Light or Shadow princesses, he thought to himself. They could use magic to cure my condition and I wouldn't have to wear all this. Due to being an albino, Arlo couldn't expose skin in public lest he get a sunburn or cause political outrage. He had to wear cloth wrapped around his head and his signature pelt (Today it was a fox; it was believed that if you wore a garment made from your spirit animal, you'd be less likely to lose your humanity while transforming) to hide his face and hair, and that meant his clothong had to match. Instead of wearing a vest like most of the guests, his parents picked out a tunic lined with fur and matching boots and gloves. It was technically what he usually wore, but it was a lot warmer here than his home kingdom.
Upon getting to the entrance, he was stopped by a guard. "Identify yourself," said the man in a gruff voice. "Arlo Solum, prince of Jyriaan," Arlo grumbled, rolling his eye. Guards always stopped him, wherever he went. "Before you ask, do you really think that an assassin would enter through the main gate wearing fancy clothing and a mask that would draw more attention than his berserk sister?" The guard started to answer, but Arlo didn't care at this point. "If you don't believe me, take it up with my parents," he said, walking in without another word.
Now that he was in the castle, Arlo had one mission: find Adam. Adam was Arlo's bodyguard and only closest friend. It would have been a better idea for him to ride along with the royal family, but it was customary for the royalty to arrive later than the other guests. That meant that Adam was already here. After scanning the crowd for several minutes, Arlo gave up and went to a nearby table, which had several dishes elegantly arranged atop it, courtesy of Arlo's own kingdom. On one hand, stress-eating food from home was always more successful than just whatever was lying around, but on the other, this ball was just as much a cultural exchange as a wedding, and the food was for the other guests. Arlo ate it anyways. Hopefully, Adam will know where to look for me.
@Vannah @H A R P Y @Shadow Alpha
Upon getting to the entrance, he was stopped by a guard. "Identify yourself," said the man in a gruff voice. "Arlo Solum, prince of Jyriaan," Arlo grumbled, rolling his eye. Guards always stopped him, wherever he went. "Before you ask, do you really think that an assassin would enter through the main gate wearing fancy clothing and a mask that would draw more attention than his berserk sister?" The guard started to answer, but Arlo didn't care at this point. "If you don't believe me, take it up with my parents," he said, walking in without another word.
Now that he was in the castle, Arlo had one mission: find Adam. Adam was Arlo's bodyguard and only closest friend. It would have been a better idea for him to ride along with the royal family, but it was customary for the royalty to arrive later than the other guests. That meant that Adam was already here. After scanning the crowd for several minutes, Arlo gave up and went to a nearby table, which had several dishes elegantly arranged atop it, courtesy of Arlo's own kingdom. On one hand, stress-eating food from home was always more successful than just whatever was lying around, but on the other, this ball was just as much a cultural exchange as a wedding, and the food was for the other guests. Arlo ate it anyways. Hopefully, Adam will know where to look for me.
@Vannah @H A R P Y @Shadow Alpha
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remembervvinter
Ruler of Iced Caramel Macchiatos
B L A I R ❀ V A H T A C E N
N O T E S
feeling: insecure, amused
location: her room + light kingdom ballroom
interacted + mentioned: @Twyllvarlais @H A R P Y
"No...no...no! Ugh, definitely not! Seriously? You'd think that during my whole nineteen years of living you would know what I would like wouldn't you?" The young highness sighed in frustration, and then looked at each dress that her maids brought up. "Okay look, these colors are too contrasting," Blair said as she pointed to the first maid. "Next, this color is simply too harsh against my skin tone. I am trying to please my future husband, not blind him!" The two maids looked at each other, flabbergasted. "B-But princess! Your mother picked these dresses for you! And this was the fifth dress you declined! Surely you must like at least one of them!" Blair swiftly turned around and raised an eyebrow. "My mother picked them? Ohh that only makes things worse! Is she trying to make a laughing stock out of me?" The Air princess sighed to herself, pinching her nose bridge to calm her nerves. "Okay, you know what? I'm sure I can pick something from my wardrobe...what? Oh don't look at me like that, mother knows I was only kidding." The two maids sighed softly, but at the same time couldn't help but give a small chuckle. "We really are going to miss your extravagance," one of the maids said as she reached into the trunk to pull out another dress.
Blair could only give a small smile of bitter-sweetness at the statement, which caused her to give a small sigh once again. "Really? I feel like you're going to be more relieved rather than sorrowful," the young princess replied jokingly, although her smile faded a little more. "....I just can't believe I'm going to be sent away...me, living by myself, within a kingdom I have no knowledge about. There's no Arie, no mother, no father....I'm going to be stuck within a castle full of strangers!"
The second maid gave her a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. "Princess, it's your duty as a Vahtecan. The whole kingdom of Ilmatar is counting on you. You and your brother are the pride and joy for all of us, you should be honored!" Although Blair knew that the maid was only trying to comfort her, she couldn't help but feel her stomach drop at her words. They only added more pressure to her already burdened shoulders, but she still smiled when she faced her. "I suppose....but anyway! Uh, let's look through the trunk, I'm sure that mother didn't leave me completely in the dust," Blair said, quickly finding a way to distract herself. As she scrimmaged her way through the trunk, pulling out different gowns and tossing out the ones she didn't favor over her shoulder, she immediately stopped when she came upon a ball gown that instantly caught her attention.
"It seems that mother does know best. This is the one."
❀
Blair shortly reunited with her family afterwards, and she was dressed in a lavish champagne off-shoulder gown. It had a curved neckline and the fitted torso was lightly encrusted with white jewels. The layered skirt hung loosely around her waist, mainly for comfort and also for the reason that it wouldn't get in her way if she were to ever fly. The skirt was topped over with silk fabric, and she accessorized with pearls and diamond jewelry. The princess hesitated slightly when it was time for the siblings to enter the carriage, but with some pushing encouragement from her parents, she reluctantly sat, and only stared out the window throughout the ride to the Light Kingdom.
"I can't believe we are seriously going along with this," she complained to Arie with a small huff as she stepped out of the carriage once they reached their destination. She squinted her eyes as she stepped out, and then flapped her wings a few times to warm them up after their traveling. Blair looked around, and she couldn't help but look at the kingdom intrigued, as well as a small blooming curiosity due to her never traveling outside Ilmatar. As she followed their guide to the inside of the castle, Blair looked at the interior decor with approval. "These colors look lovely together, don't you think?" she said with a small smile. At least there was something in this event that helped to ease her.
As she approached the entrance to the ballroom, the guard standing looked over to her. Immediately Blair's professional side came through, and she gave the guard a polite curtsy. "Princess Blair Vahtecan of Ilmatar," she greeted him, and the guard nodded in approval, moving to the side to allow her in. Entering the event, Blair pursed her lips but kept her head held high, slowly making her way towards the crowd. There were a few that stopped to look at her, partly because of her wings, but Blair's attention was mainly focused to a scene of a girl pushing a servant against the wall. She continued to stare in bewilderment and pity for the servant, but quickly looked away so that she wouldn't be seen as rude. How did no one notice that? Blair thought to herself in confusion, shaking her head with a sigh. "First party outside kingdom doors and it seems things are looking up."
feeling: insecure, amused
location: her room + light kingdom ballroom
interacted + mentioned: @Twyllvarlais @H A R P Y
"No...no...no! Ugh, definitely not! Seriously? You'd think that during my whole nineteen years of living you would know what I would like wouldn't you?" The young highness sighed in frustration, and then looked at each dress that her maids brought up. "Okay look, these colors are too contrasting," Blair said as she pointed to the first maid. "Next, this color is simply too harsh against my skin tone. I am trying to please my future husband, not blind him!" The two maids looked at each other, flabbergasted. "B-But princess! Your mother picked these dresses for you! And this was the fifth dress you declined! Surely you must like at least one of them!" Blair swiftly turned around and raised an eyebrow. "My mother picked them? Ohh that only makes things worse! Is she trying to make a laughing stock out of me?" The Air princess sighed to herself, pinching her nose bridge to calm her nerves. "Okay, you know what? I'm sure I can pick something from my wardrobe...what? Oh don't look at me like that, mother knows I was only kidding." The two maids sighed softly, but at the same time couldn't help but give a small chuckle. "We really are going to miss your extravagance," one of the maids said as she reached into the trunk to pull out another dress.
Blair could only give a small smile of bitter-sweetness at the statement, which caused her to give a small sigh once again. "Really? I feel like you're going to be more relieved rather than sorrowful," the young princess replied jokingly, although her smile faded a little more. "....I just can't believe I'm going to be sent away...me, living by myself, within a kingdom I have no knowledge about. There's no Arie, no mother, no father....I'm going to be stuck within a castle full of strangers!"
The second maid gave her a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. "Princess, it's your duty as a Vahtecan. The whole kingdom of Ilmatar is counting on you. You and your brother are the pride and joy for all of us, you should be honored!" Although Blair knew that the maid was only trying to comfort her, she couldn't help but feel her stomach drop at her words. They only added more pressure to her already burdened shoulders, but she still smiled when she faced her. "I suppose....but anyway! Uh, let's look through the trunk, I'm sure that mother didn't leave me completely in the dust," Blair said, quickly finding a way to distract herself. As she scrimmaged her way through the trunk, pulling out different gowns and tossing out the ones she didn't favor over her shoulder, she immediately stopped when she came upon a ball gown that instantly caught her attention.
"It seems that mother does know best. This is the one."
❀
Blair shortly reunited with her family afterwards, and she was dressed in a lavish champagne off-shoulder gown. It had a curved neckline and the fitted torso was lightly encrusted with white jewels. The layered skirt hung loosely around her waist, mainly for comfort and also for the reason that it wouldn't get in her way if she were to ever fly. The skirt was topped over with silk fabric, and she accessorized with pearls and diamond jewelry. The princess hesitated slightly when it was time for the siblings to enter the carriage, but with some pushing encouragement from her parents, she reluctantly sat, and only stared out the window throughout the ride to the Light Kingdom.
"I can't believe we are seriously going along with this," she complained to Arie with a small huff as she stepped out of the carriage once they reached their destination. She squinted her eyes as she stepped out, and then flapped her wings a few times to warm them up after their traveling. Blair looked around, and she couldn't help but look at the kingdom intrigued, as well as a small blooming curiosity due to her never traveling outside Ilmatar. As she followed their guide to the inside of the castle, Blair looked at the interior decor with approval. "These colors look lovely together, don't you think?" she said with a small smile. At least there was something in this event that helped to ease her.
As she approached the entrance to the ballroom, the guard standing looked over to her. Immediately Blair's professional side came through, and she gave the guard a polite curtsy. "Princess Blair Vahtecan of Ilmatar," she greeted him, and the guard nodded in approval, moving to the side to allow her in. Entering the event, Blair pursed her lips but kept her head held high, slowly making her way towards the crowd. There were a few that stopped to look at her, partly because of her wings, but Blair's attention was mainly focused to a scene of a girl pushing a servant against the wall. She continued to stare in bewilderment and pity for the servant, but quickly looked away so that she wouldn't be seen as rude. How did no one notice that? Blair thought to herself in confusion, shaking her head with a sigh. "First party outside kingdom doors and it seems things are looking up."
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Argus
Sinker of Ships
Thalanil stood in his chamber alone gazed his piercing green eyes meticulously examining his attire. He wore a brilliant white robe adored with bronze and gold, the colors of his nation. Upon his neck he wore a gold chain that bore upon it the symbol of the Mother Elk. Everything needed to be perfect, nothing out of place as he would act as the face of his people.
He was the Heir to the throne, the next ruler of Eleorim. Royalty from all of the six kingdoms were gathered at his doorstep due to a recent treaty proposed by his father to intertwine the kingdoms through a series of marriages. It was with this endeavor the six kingdoms placed their faith in hopes to endding the current conflicts and bring about a permanent peace. A fools dream worthy of his father but a plan he would go along with all the same for now.
With one last glance in the mirror Thalanil exited his chambers making his way to the ballroom. As he walked he wondered if his dear little sister had already joined the fray in attempts to meet the man she was promised too. The experience would be good for her to meet individuals from the other kingdoms so he wouldn't involve himself too much with her affairs. Besides he would have his plate full, as the host of this ball it was his duty to attend to the guests. More importantly he needed to introduce himself to the two siblings from each nation that would be taking part in the marriage treaty. There were certian kingdoms that would prove more difficult than others to deal with but with proper tact and grace any incident could avoided.
Finally reaching the large mahogany doors that led to the ball room Thalanil was greeted by two servants who quickly opened the way for him allowing him to step out on a terrace which overlooked the ball room in its entirety. Scanning the crowd it was easy to pick up the royalty of each kingdom. Not all of the guests had arrived but it was time to make his presence known and begin speaking with the other kingdoms.
With a simple raise of his hand the guard stepped forward trumpet in hand drawing the attention of the masses below.
"Introducing Prince Thalanil Vyshaan first in line to the throne of Eleorim."
Gaining the attention of the crowd Thalanil gave a warm smile.
"Greetings esteemed guests gathered here from all over the six kingdoms. I know not everyone has arrived yet but I would like to personally welcome you to my home and give you my thanks." Pausing briefly to let his words soak in as he scanned the faces of the crowd.
"My thanks for having the courage to come here today in hopes of forging a bright new future. A future where the six great kingdoms can join together in a peaceful union and end the countless years of futile bloodshed once and for all." With that Thalanil raised his hand using magic to bring one of the glasses of wine to his hand. A tiny display of magic that never ceased to amaze those without the aptitude for magic.
Raising his glass and drinking to signal the ball to resume. Once the glass was finished he began walking down the staircase to join the party. Of course his father was not yet in attendance. Not showing up to a ball he orchestrated until the very last second was very much like him. Thalanil knew it would up to cover for his fathers uselessness as always. Immediately after he had stepped on the floor a servant quickly scurried to his side speaking in a whisper.
"My lord lady Solum refused to hand over her weaponry dispite our warnings and forced her way into-"
Thalanil immediately put his hand up hushing the servant, dismissing him with the flick of a wrist. Turning his attention to Szahdi who was standing near the buffet he walked over to her a calm smile present on his face.
"Lady Szahdi I would like to apologize for my men's rudeness in requesting you to hand over your weapons. They do not understand the importance of ones weapon to a Jyriaanian Warrior." As he spoke he gave a respectful bow.
Knowledge about ones enemy was paramount. He knew not only every member of the royal families attending this ball, but of their nations and their cultural beliefs and values. Szahdi was one of the ones in attendance he had hoped to introduce himself to later after the drinks had set in. From what he knew about her she was a fiery one and one wrong step could quickly escalate things needlessly.
@H A R P Y and anyone else at the party as you all saw what was going on
He was the Heir to the throne, the next ruler of Eleorim. Royalty from all of the six kingdoms were gathered at his doorstep due to a recent treaty proposed by his father to intertwine the kingdoms through a series of marriages. It was with this endeavor the six kingdoms placed their faith in hopes to endding the current conflicts and bring about a permanent peace. A fools dream worthy of his father but a plan he would go along with all the same for now.
With one last glance in the mirror Thalanil exited his chambers making his way to the ballroom. As he walked he wondered if his dear little sister had already joined the fray in attempts to meet the man she was promised too. The experience would be good for her to meet individuals from the other kingdoms so he wouldn't involve himself too much with her affairs. Besides he would have his plate full, as the host of this ball it was his duty to attend to the guests. More importantly he needed to introduce himself to the two siblings from each nation that would be taking part in the marriage treaty. There were certian kingdoms that would prove more difficult than others to deal with but with proper tact and grace any incident could avoided.
Finally reaching the large mahogany doors that led to the ball room Thalanil was greeted by two servants who quickly opened the way for him allowing him to step out on a terrace which overlooked the ball room in its entirety. Scanning the crowd it was easy to pick up the royalty of each kingdom. Not all of the guests had arrived but it was time to make his presence known and begin speaking with the other kingdoms.
With a simple raise of his hand the guard stepped forward trumpet in hand drawing the attention of the masses below.
"Introducing Prince Thalanil Vyshaan first in line to the throne of Eleorim."
Gaining the attention of the crowd Thalanil gave a warm smile.
"Greetings esteemed guests gathered here from all over the six kingdoms. I know not everyone has arrived yet but I would like to personally welcome you to my home and give you my thanks." Pausing briefly to let his words soak in as he scanned the faces of the crowd.
"My thanks for having the courage to come here today in hopes of forging a bright new future. A future where the six great kingdoms can join together in a peaceful union and end the countless years of futile bloodshed once and for all." With that Thalanil raised his hand using magic to bring one of the glasses of wine to his hand. A tiny display of magic that never ceased to amaze those without the aptitude for magic.
Raising his glass and drinking to signal the ball to resume. Once the glass was finished he began walking down the staircase to join the party. Of course his father was not yet in attendance. Not showing up to a ball he orchestrated until the very last second was very much like him. Thalanil knew it would up to cover for his fathers uselessness as always. Immediately after he had stepped on the floor a servant quickly scurried to his side speaking in a whisper.
"My lord lady Solum refused to hand over her weaponry dispite our warnings and forced her way into-"
Thalanil immediately put his hand up hushing the servant, dismissing him with the flick of a wrist. Turning his attention to Szahdi who was standing near the buffet he walked over to her a calm smile present on his face.
"Lady Szahdi I would like to apologize for my men's rudeness in requesting you to hand over your weapons. They do not understand the importance of ones weapon to a Jyriaanian Warrior." As he spoke he gave a respectful bow.
Knowledge about ones enemy was paramount. He knew not only every member of the royal families attending this ball, but of their nations and their cultural beliefs and values. Szahdi was one of the ones in attendance he had hoped to introduce himself to later after the drinks had set in. From what he knew about her she was a fiery one and one wrong step could quickly escalate things needlessly.
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Twyllvarlais
Lonely Soul
"Ah there we go", the servant exclaimed as he finished polishing the silver engravings in Arie's light jacket. Keeping his jet black wings spread for the duration of the dressing Arie sighed mentally. All this for a ball. I never really cared for these formal events, but nevertheless I have to put on a show for father so I don't make him more upset. "Your highness, you're all set. I polished the engravings the best I could, I hope they are to your liking." Nodding to the servant, Arie looked into one of the silver engravings on his jacket, seeing his reflection Arie turned to the servant and commended him. "Excellent work, I'll make sure to put in a good word for you to my father. You're free to go sir." With that the servant bowed and exited the prince's room.
Reaching for his bouzouki Arie quickly retracted his hand. Nope for once no instruments. This is gonna suck! Unless I come across a servant at the ball with a stringed instrument of some kind then it won't be so bad. Walking over to the foot of his lavish bed, Arie pulled out a 3 1/2 foot case and unlocked and opened it. Inside was a finely made silverite longsword crafted from the finest metals in the Ilmatar kingdom. Taking the sword and its scabbard, he sheathed the sword and fastened it across his back so he could draw it with his left hand. Arie was known for being one of the very rare swordsman who were ambidextrous. Putting his sliver earrings on, Arie felt that he was ready for the trip, though he loathed that he had to sit in a carriage, when him and his little sister could easily fly all the way there.
Inside the carriage Arie listened to his little sister complain about everything under the sun. Though no matter what he loved his little sister, but he couldn't help feel that it was time she start to grow up a little. Her constant nagging could get a bit too much sometimes. Unlike his parents, he was at least patient with her despite her shortcomings.
***
Arriving at the palace of the Light kingdom, Arie stepped out of the carriage after his little sister, and was amazed by the extravagance of it all. Seeing his sister introduce herself and head into the ball, Arie followed right after her. Walking up to one of the guards, Arie introduced himself. "Prince Arie Vahtacen of Ilmatar." The guard put his lance in front of the prince and said,"No weapons allowed inside milord." Smiling, Arie put his hand on the guard's shoulder and said,"In my kingdom we have a saying,'A musician's soul is in his instrument, so to is a swordsman's soul is in his blade'. Would you have me part from my very essence sir?"
"W-well no sir I never mean-"
"Ah don't worry you're just doing what you were told, like how I'm doing what I was told. We both don't agree with it, but for this moment let's just ignore these formalities? Just between you and me. I won't say a word to your superiors I promise you. You have my word."
The guard relaxed a bit and nodded to the prince,"You have a way with words your highness. I'll let you through. You take care now and enjoy yourself." The guard brought his lance back close his side and let the prince go through. Entering inside just at the end of a short speech by what looked to be the Prince of Eleorim, Thalanil Vyshaan, Arie just caught the tail end of the speech. Wandering around, Arie was getting all kinds of stares from ladies. Winking at one of them, Arie made his way over to the corner where some of the musicians for the ball were playing. Seeing one of them playing the guitar, Arie stole the opportunity to play once again.
"Sir may I borrow your guitar for a brief moment?"
The guitarist looked puzzled for a minute and then realized who was asking him. Immediately the musician handed over the guitar and said,"Prince Arie Vahtacen, it is truly an honor to meet with you. We were wondering when we would see you at the ball. We all heard of your amazing talent as a guitarist and was wondering if you would play something the whole ball would enjoy."
Brimming brightly, Arie plucked the strings and said,"I will do just that." Sitting down on one of the chairs, Arie began to play one of his own creations he came up with a few years ago after getting into an argument with his father.
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Handing the guitar back to the musician, Arie headed over to the were the food was being displayed.
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Reaching for his bouzouki Arie quickly retracted his hand. Nope for once no instruments. This is gonna suck! Unless I come across a servant at the ball with a stringed instrument of some kind then it won't be so bad. Walking over to the foot of his lavish bed, Arie pulled out a 3 1/2 foot case and unlocked and opened it. Inside was a finely made silverite longsword crafted from the finest metals in the Ilmatar kingdom. Taking the sword and its scabbard, he sheathed the sword and fastened it across his back so he could draw it with his left hand. Arie was known for being one of the very rare swordsman who were ambidextrous. Putting his sliver earrings on, Arie felt that he was ready for the trip, though he loathed that he had to sit in a carriage, when him and his little sister could easily fly all the way there.
Inside the carriage Arie listened to his little sister complain about everything under the sun. Though no matter what he loved his little sister, but he couldn't help feel that it was time she start to grow up a little. Her constant nagging could get a bit too much sometimes. Unlike his parents, he was at least patient with her despite her shortcomings.
***
Arriving at the palace of the Light kingdom, Arie stepped out of the carriage after his little sister, and was amazed by the extravagance of it all. Seeing his sister introduce herself and head into the ball, Arie followed right after her. Walking up to one of the guards, Arie introduced himself. "Prince Arie Vahtacen of Ilmatar." The guard put his lance in front of the prince and said,"No weapons allowed inside milord." Smiling, Arie put his hand on the guard's shoulder and said,"In my kingdom we have a saying,'A musician's soul is in his instrument, so to is a swordsman's soul is in his blade'. Would you have me part from my very essence sir?"
"W-well no sir I never mean-"
"Ah don't worry you're just doing what you were told, like how I'm doing what I was told. We both don't agree with it, but for this moment let's just ignore these formalities? Just between you and me. I won't say a word to your superiors I promise you. You have my word."
The guard relaxed a bit and nodded to the prince,"You have a way with words your highness. I'll let you through. You take care now and enjoy yourself." The guard brought his lance back close his side and let the prince go through. Entering inside just at the end of a short speech by what looked to be the Prince of Eleorim, Thalanil Vyshaan, Arie just caught the tail end of the speech. Wandering around, Arie was getting all kinds of stares from ladies. Winking at one of them, Arie made his way over to the corner where some of the musicians for the ball were playing. Seeing one of them playing the guitar, Arie stole the opportunity to play once again.
"Sir may I borrow your guitar for a brief moment?"
The guitarist looked puzzled for a minute and then realized who was asking him. Immediately the musician handed over the guitar and said,"Prince Arie Vahtacen, it is truly an honor to meet with you. We were wondering when we would see you at the ball. We all heard of your amazing talent as a guitarist and was wondering if you would play something the whole ball would enjoy."
Brimming brightly, Arie plucked the strings and said,"I will do just that." Sitting down on one of the chairs, Arie began to play one of his own creations he came up with a few years ago after getting into an argument with his father.
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Handing the guitar back to the musician, Arie headed over to the were the food was being displayed.
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Huor Spinks
Time for some gravy!
Nerida Valnarrus
Eleorim Palace: Ballroom
Nerida Valnarrus took a gentle sip of the sweetish, tangy wine as she surveyed her surroundings with little head movement; just a slight turn of the head from the left to the right to take in the whole ballroom. She was in Eleorim after all, she had expected light to be part of the decorations but she had not expected anything this stunningly beautiful. The decorations made full use of the properties of light, bending to different rich colours. Very different from the decorations within her own native Unahla, which used a lot of dark, somber colours, particularly shades of blue. Here, blue was merely a part of a vast array of colours. Blue was cold.
She was dressed immaculately, of course, in a fine gown of light blue, the sleeves falling to flare out at her wrists, the skirt coming down to rest gently against her ankles. It was not a puffed skirt of course; she hated those. She looked like a jellyfish in those. Her hair was done up in fine, intricate braids, pins stuffed into them to keep them neat and in place, she could still feel the pins sticking into her head whenever she moved. For someone who took great pride in her appearance, it was extremely irritating to have unmanageable hair that could only be controlled by a copious amount of pins. It had taken her two hours to get ready for this particular ball; she had suffered through the administrations with nothing but a thank you when everything was ready. Instead, she took the time to think of what to say, especially to the man she was to marry. By the time the two hours were up, she had more or less come up with a script that could reasonably be followed.
She stood close to the center of the ballroom, engaged with other young ladies with small talk, that she quite enjoyed. It had to be admitted that she was not doing much of the talking; instead, she was quite content to listen to what the other ladies had to say, if it meant that she could remain in their company. Even in Unahla, she had always been surrounded by a crowd of people; people were drawn to her for some reason. And she enjoyed that. Company invigorated her, the more the merrier. It was when she was alone that all her insecurities flooded in, and as much as possible she rather avoid that.
A commotion to her left; she turned her head slightly, to see a young woman stalking through the ball room, her face a thundercloud. Instinctively, she moved slightly to the right to avoid contact with her. The sight of such excessive emotion irritated her, though it was not obvious on her face; she still wore her usual calm, placid expression. Such anger seemed extremely out of place in... almost everything except the confines of one's bedroom. If communicating with this woman was going to be one bristling ball of emotion, Nerida felt that it was probably better to avoid her. Emotion carried, and she was not about to display her weaknesses in front of everyone.
A young man entered the room, and Nerida's breath caught when he was announced to be Prince Thalanil Vyshaan, of Eleorim. This was the man she was to marry? For a moment, her composition faltered,and her face grew a little pale, though moments later, she had managed to recover her usual placidity. Fortunately, all eyes were on the princes, and no one had noticed her little slip up. She took another sip of wine and studied him. He was... not bad looking, she had to admit to herself. Even attractive. It would not be a chore to be married to such a person, perhaps. Of course, Nerida had no doubts about this union; it was really about convenience, rather than love, much like most unions. Including her parents. Nerida did not even bother imagining that one day she would grow to love the man. Such lofty ideals like marrying for love had no place in her life. But perhaps she could carve out a little niche for herself.
Well, if she was to marry the man, perhaps she should speak to him, out of politeness. Quietly, she excused herself from company and drifted in his wake, her steps calm, measured. Her face wore it's usual calmness, a slight polite smile even. Her smile faltered though, when she saw that the young man was engaged in a conversation with the angry young woman she had almost come into contact with earlier. She stopped where she was, within eyesight of both, declining to go any further until the two were finished with their conversation. Ordinarily, she would have a approached them, but she could not help feeling a little nervous about that little display earlier.
It was better, safer to observe, so that was what she chose to do.
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Eleorim Palace: Ballroom
She was dressed immaculately, of course, in a fine gown of light blue, the sleeves falling to flare out at her wrists, the skirt coming down to rest gently against her ankles. It was not a puffed skirt of course; she hated those. She looked like a jellyfish in those. Her hair was done up in fine, intricate braids, pins stuffed into them to keep them neat and in place, she could still feel the pins sticking into her head whenever she moved. For someone who took great pride in her appearance, it was extremely irritating to have unmanageable hair that could only be controlled by a copious amount of pins. It had taken her two hours to get ready for this particular ball; she had suffered through the administrations with nothing but a thank you when everything was ready. Instead, she took the time to think of what to say, especially to the man she was to marry. By the time the two hours were up, she had more or less come up with a script that could reasonably be followed.
She stood close to the center of the ballroom, engaged with other young ladies with small talk, that she quite enjoyed. It had to be admitted that she was not doing much of the talking; instead, she was quite content to listen to what the other ladies had to say, if it meant that she could remain in their company. Even in Unahla, she had always been surrounded by a crowd of people; people were drawn to her for some reason. And she enjoyed that. Company invigorated her, the more the merrier. It was when she was alone that all her insecurities flooded in, and as much as possible she rather avoid that.
A commotion to her left; she turned her head slightly, to see a young woman stalking through the ball room, her face a thundercloud. Instinctively, she moved slightly to the right to avoid contact with her. The sight of such excessive emotion irritated her, though it was not obvious on her face; she still wore her usual calm, placid expression. Such anger seemed extremely out of place in... almost everything except the confines of one's bedroom. If communicating with this woman was going to be one bristling ball of emotion, Nerida felt that it was probably better to avoid her. Emotion carried, and she was not about to display her weaknesses in front of everyone.
A young man entered the room, and Nerida's breath caught when he was announced to be Prince Thalanil Vyshaan, of Eleorim. This was the man she was to marry? For a moment, her composition faltered,and her face grew a little pale, though moments later, she had managed to recover her usual placidity. Fortunately, all eyes were on the princes, and no one had noticed her little slip up. She took another sip of wine and studied him. He was... not bad looking, she had to admit to herself. Even attractive. It would not be a chore to be married to such a person, perhaps. Of course, Nerida had no doubts about this union; it was really about convenience, rather than love, much like most unions. Including her parents. Nerida did not even bother imagining that one day she would grow to love the man. Such lofty ideals like marrying for love had no place in her life. But perhaps she could carve out a little niche for herself.
Well, if she was to marry the man, perhaps she should speak to him, out of politeness. Quietly, she excused herself from company and drifted in his wake, her steps calm, measured. Her face wore it's usual calmness, a slight polite smile even. Her smile faltered though, when she saw that the young man was engaged in a conversation with the angry young woman she had almost come into contact with earlier. She stopped where she was, within eyesight of both, declining to go any further until the two were finished with their conversation. Ordinarily, she would have a approached them, but she could not help feeling a little nervous about that little display earlier.
It was better, safer to observe, so that was what she chose to do.
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Shadow Alpha
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Kian Ignis
The speech given by the Light prince bored him but he joined the toast anyway to keep up appearances. Kian had found himself becoming the center of attention for a few lone women that pass him a glance before whispering quickly to the others that were in their little clique. It was quite unnerving for Kian as he began to wonder if they were talking about his "deformities". He was fully aware that his tail was uncomfortably wound around his torso and that it could not be seen through his clothing, but his anxiety told him something different. Kian wasn't sure if other kingdoms were informed of his birth but a part of him told him to bare it all so that there would be no secrets between the kingdoms.
With complete unease, Kian lifted his shirt so that his tail was free before wrapping it around his leg like he use to do as child. It was a coping mechanism that showed his anxiety and fear. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some of the attending Azarsans look at him with complete disgust that oozed their shame for terrible heir. The empty glass within his grasp was accidently shattered into small slivers at his growing anger for being looked down upon once again for something that was out of his control. Kian's imposing figure almost seemed to crumple in on itself as he made his way to the dining section only to realize he was standing behind the small Earth princess. Unaware, Kian's tail grazed Szahdi when he went around her to feast on the large selection selection of meat and strange fruit that they did not have in Azarsa.
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The speech given by the Light prince bored him but he joined the toast anyway to keep up appearances. Kian had found himself becoming the center of attention for a few lone women that pass him a glance before whispering quickly to the others that were in their little clique. It was quite unnerving for Kian as he began to wonder if they were talking about his "deformities". He was fully aware that his tail was uncomfortably wound around his torso and that it could not be seen through his clothing, but his anxiety told him something different. Kian wasn't sure if other kingdoms were informed of his birth but a part of him told him to bare it all so that there would be no secrets between the kingdoms.
With complete unease, Kian lifted his shirt so that his tail was free before wrapping it around his leg like he use to do as child. It was a coping mechanism that showed his anxiety and fear. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some of the attending Azarsans look at him with complete disgust that oozed their shame for terrible heir. The empty glass within his grasp was accidently shattered into small slivers at his growing anger for being looked down upon once again for something that was out of his control. Kian's imposing figure almost seemed to crumple in on itself as he made his way to the dining section only to realize he was standing behind the small Earth princess. Unaware, Kian's tail grazed Szahdi when he went around her to feast on the large selection selection of meat and strange fruit that they did not have in Azarsa.
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Elias
Doesn't look like anything to me.
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/crovo.jpg.736fe464a66d30ffe5da0987b2cc5dd0.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="139074" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/crovo.jpg.736fe464a66d30ffe5da0987b2cc5dd0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Adam Tivaunne: Bodyguard of Arlo
Location: Ballroom
Adam's eyes were scouting the crowd in search of a certain heavy pelted prince he had to serve, yet he couldn't find Arlo anywhere. Did he atleast arrive, or was he just searching for a face that wasn't even there yet? With a slight smile, he remembered. The prince would most likely be around food, if memory served him well. Grabbing a goblet of wine, he began to sip as he directed his gaze upon the dining tables, hoping to catch a glimpse of Arlo.
Oh. There he was. Swift as a wolf, Adam made his way, barely touching other guests, slithering between them with the grace of a canine. In a matter of seconds he was standing near his friend/boss, the prince of Jyriaan. ''Having fun?'' he said with a smirk, as he did a slight bow to show his respect. ''I had a hunch you'd be here, but you were pretty hard to find in this crowd. Altough, I guess it doesnt run in the family'' he said laughing slightly as he motioned with his eyes towards Szahdi, obvioulsly alluding to the fact that her entrance was not at all unobserved or discreet for that matter. Finishing his wine, he glanced towards Arlo. He wondered how well will he do in this arranged marriages deal. He was worried of what the princess Arlo had to marry, might think of his prince, altough he hoped that his prince would make a good first impression.
He was royalty after all.
Location: Ballroom
Adam's eyes were scouting the crowd in search of a certain heavy pelted prince he had to serve, yet he couldn't find Arlo anywhere. Did he atleast arrive, or was he just searching for a face that wasn't even there yet? With a slight smile, he remembered. The prince would most likely be around food, if memory served him well. Grabbing a goblet of wine, he began to sip as he directed his gaze upon the dining tables, hoping to catch a glimpse of Arlo.
Oh. There he was. Swift as a wolf, Adam made his way, barely touching other guests, slithering between them with the grace of a canine. In a matter of seconds he was standing near his friend/boss, the prince of Jyriaan. ''Having fun?'' he said with a smirk, as he did a slight bow to show his respect. ''I had a hunch you'd be here, but you were pretty hard to find in this crowd. Altough, I guess it doesnt run in the family'' he said laughing slightly as he motioned with his eyes towards Szahdi, obvioulsly alluding to the fact that her entrance was not at all unobserved or discreet for that matter. Finishing his wine, he glanced towards Arlo. He wondered how well will he do in this arranged marriages deal. He was worried of what the princess Arlo had to marry, might think of his prince, altough he hoped that his prince would make a good first impression.
He was royalty after all.
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Lucina Vyshaan
feeling: oh so excited
location: eleorim palace, ballroom
mentioned: @Argus @Huor Spinks @H A R P Y
"Gods help me, I'm suffocating in this corset." Lucie said humorously as she was escorted by a butler to the ballroom.
"Well, Miss, you look lovely."
"You look mighty fine yourself."
As the doors drew near, she self-consciously touched the pin bearing the symbol of the Mother Elk, asking for Her guidance and Her blessing that her husband would not be some spoilt brat. She looked fine, she thought. Elegant, check. Grace, check. Absolutely amazing, check. The servants by the door bowed deeply as she approached, and she returned with a light curtsy, allowing them to open the doors for her. The servant at the balcony greeted her with yet another bow, and prepared to announce her arrival before she shushed him quickly. Lucie smiled conspiratively, and as stepped forward as he stepped back into his original position.
Her eyes searched the ballroom, twinkling with excitement in what was to come. Zeroing in nearly immediately on her beloved brother, speaking near what she assumed to be the princess of Jyriaan. Lucie wondered amiably what that was all about.
She thanked a servant whom she called affectionately Bells as she handed her a glass of champagne. The Elven princess never really was much of a wine person. Lucie'd only just stepped off the last step of the Long staircase leading from the balcony before she was immediately caught by a noble. "Lucie! My, have you grown!" she beamed at the man who addressed her, and curtsied politely to his companions. "It's been a while since I've seen you, Uncle!" As her Uncle began listing how "absolutely darling" his niece was, Lucie's gaze landed on a blue haired maiden who's entire appearance screamed royalty.
"I hate to cut our reunion short, Uncle, but I have to go mingle." she said with a wink. Her Uncle let out a hearty laugh and patted her shoulder lightly before returning to his conversation. That was all the cue she needed, and she slid through the crowd deftly. As she moved, she noted the girl herself making her way somewhere, or maybe, towards someone. Her brown eyes seemed to be latched onto something a bit away, and with a bit of looking around, Lucie had a small guess.
She should've remembered. The girl was probably the princess of Unahla.
Which meant that was her brother's future wife.
That made it all the more better.
The blue princess stopped, her gaze still trained in Thanalil's direction, and a smile danced on the Elf's lips. She stopped beside the other girl, and asked quietly, "Enjoying the show?"
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eepy
Arlo simultaneously laughed at Adam's joke and mentally sighed in relief. "My sister sure does know how to make an entrance. If the guards had any common sense, they would've stopped her instead of me. I pity the man who has to marry her. Speaking of which..." Arlo's voice trailed off as he caught a large, red-headed figure walking toward the table. Arlo stood up, but didn't matter, since the man was probably a head or so taller than himself. "You must be Kian Ignis, I presume? The one who recieved the... *ahem* privilege of marrying my sister?"
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Kian Ignis
Kian was able to relax a little more while eating, it brought him some sort of comfort. He didn't feel as self-conscious as before while he tasted every food that he was not accustomed to. Kian wasn't surprised at all to discover that most of the meat had been seasoned with spices imported from his homeland. A sudden voice that called out to him caught his interest. Curious amber eyes focused on the shorter person addressing him, instantly recognizing them by their attire. "The one and only. It's a pleasure to meet you up close Arlo Solum," Kian spoke in a friendly tone. To not seem as imposing, he stuck out his hand for a nice handshake while doing his best to his tail out of Arlo's line of sight. "I may look vicious, but you have my word that I have no intention of bringing harm to your sister."
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Kian was able to relax a little more while eating, it brought him some sort of comfort. He didn't feel as self-conscious as before while he tasted every food that he was not accustomed to. Kian wasn't surprised at all to discover that most of the meat had been seasoned with spices imported from his homeland. A sudden voice that called out to him caught his interest. Curious amber eyes focused on the shorter person addressing him, instantly recognizing them by their attire. "The one and only. It's a pleasure to meet you up close Arlo Solum," Kian spoke in a friendly tone. To not seem as imposing, he stuck out his hand for a nice handshake while doing his best to his tail out of Arlo's line of sight. "I may look vicious, but you have my word that I have no intention of bringing harm to your sister."
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Rari
The Uninterested Maou
Ariaevon Kaean Dwinanae
Location - Dark Prince's Bedchamber / Light Kingdom Ballroom
Mood- Indifferent
Tagged -
"A few more moments, my liege. You are almost prepared."
"After you have finished with my hair send in the royal tailors. Thank you, Annabelle."
A small sigh escapes Ariaevon as Annabelle, one of the palace's royal handmaidens, attends to his hair with her experienced hands weaving it into a tight braid as she had done many times before. The prince has a slight distaste for braiding his hair; much preferring to leave it free. However, such measures must be taken today, as it is a very important day where appearance means everything.
Today is the day of the Engagement Ball between the six kingdoms, where the eldest sons and daughters of each will meet the ones they have been betrothed to through numerous agreements. Tonight is when Ariaevon will finally meet the one who he has been sworn to- Kasia Ignis, Eldest Princess of the Fire Kingdom of Azarsa. Over the last several weeks the prince had heard numerous things about Kasia, all of which amounted to that she will make a fitting future queen for him. However, such reassurances about how swimmingly they shall be together only made the young man's apprehension of the whole affair that much more apparent in his own mind. Should this fail, the repercussions...
"Apprehension is pointless. I've not even met the woman, yet. The time to worry will come should it come." Ariaevon breathed out, dismissing his worries for the time being.
"My liege, your hair is prepared." Annabelle's quiet voice alerts him, before her footsteps leave the chamber. Presumably to alert the royal tailors.
"So the process continues..." Ariaevon smiles slightly, as the royal tailors enter the room, bearing all kinds of elegant dress befitting a prince.
. . .
The carriage ride to the Kingdom of Light was not a harsh one, but a tiring one none the less. The windows of the carriage had been fitted with sheets of thick cloth, in order to keep out as much sunlight from the inside as possible. Somewhere in the thoughts of Ariaevon during the ride over he'd felt sorry for the driver, knowing he'd have to endure the sunlight for the majority of the trip over. But, those thoughts were only one of many, and soon the journey had come to its conclusion. The carriage shuddered to a stop, and the driver's voice reached Ariaevon's ears.
"Master Ariaevon, we've arrived at the ball. The light here is brighter than expected, so please remember to don your protective eyeglasses before you dare leave the carriage."
"Time for the curtains to rise, at it were.", the prince thought to himself.
After ensuring that his appearance was flawless, Ariaevon reached to his side to draw close a simple leather scabbard. With his hand on the blackened hilt showing from the scabbard, the prince pulls it out to show the blade slightly. Crafted from a combination of the finest metals in all of Isra Nosca, a sword with a peculiar wave-like appearance reveals itself- Besonna, Ariaevon's most prized possession. With his blade in hand, the prince dons a pair of eyeglasses, crafted from sapphires of the royal mines of Isra Nosca. With both essentials in hand, Ariaevon exited the black carriage into the brightness of the outside.
"..." Upon exiting the carriage, an intense brightness assaults the young prince, causing him to blink his eyes multiple times in order to adjust. The glasses upon his face absorbed most of the light, letting a manageable amount to reach his eyes and allowing him to see.
After fastening Besonna to his waist, Ariaevon takes a moment to adjust his cape so it flows more comfortably over his shoulders. After having several outfits presented to him back at his home, Ariaevon had decided upon an elegant black robe, with a black and violet tunic, and a black cape to flow the entire outfit together. Once he is satisfied with his appearance, Ariaevon bids goodbye to his driver, and makes his way to the entrance into the ball.
Seeing the two guards at their post, Ariaevon walks up to them, and pronounces himself. "Prince Ariaevon Dwinanae of Isra Nosca."
The guards exchange glances, before repeating to him, "Welcome, your Highness. However, we must inform you that weaponry is strictly prohibited."
With a slight raise of his eyebrows, Ariaevon looks upon the two guards with unbending eyes. In the process, he loosens his control over his Frost Aura, and instantly the air around him drops ten degrees. Somewhere inside, Ariaevon feels sorry to the guards that he is resorting to playing the part of an infuriated prince, but that is the quickest way to make these things go along.
"I assure you that my blade is with me for the sake of my own security. Seeing as how I opted out for an armed escort, I believe that a single blade is well within reason to request." The prince speaks to them coldly.
"Well sir, it is for the peace of mind of the other gu-" The guard began to say, a slight shiver in his shoulder from the sudden drop in temperature.
"There is nobility from all six kingdoms gathered here today. Not including the security provided by the Kingdom of Light, there are at least a hundred trained guards inside that ballroom ready for even the slightest thing to occur. No one is going to question one more person carrying a sword inside."
The guards exchange looks one last time, before stepping aside.
"We are terribly sorry for the inconvenience, your Highness. Please, enjoy the Ball."
Without sparing the guards another look, Ariaevon glides past them into the crowded ballroom; while bringing his Frost Aura back under control. Though he sees everything through blue-tinted glasses, the beauty of the room is still obvious; as well as the attention that was taken in preparation for this event. However, now that he is inside, Ariaevon realizes that he had thought very little of what he should do. Of course, meeting his future bride was the entire purpose of this event, but that obviously will come later in the evening. A quick scan around the room showed that his father and mother had not arrived yet, and neither had his sister, who rode separately from him. Ariaevon had plans for this evening, as well as people that he wished to meet.
... But, that could wait for now. This is a Ball thrown, partially, in his honor. The night is young, so there will be time for talk and banter and mingling later.
For now, Ariaevon decided, something to fill his empty stomach would work well. With light, quiet movements the young prince works his way through the crowd towards the Isra Noscan cuisine section of the buffet tables.
The dominate color is black for the entire outfit, and all trim and designs are a deep violet. The sash is black.
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Kasia tsk-ed, giving a little shake of her head as she watched her future sister-in-law slam a servant into the wall. Shame. She mused. She’s a pretty little thing, but I’d hate to be her husband. At that thought Kasia sent a brief prayer to the Great Dragon that Kian would have the sense not to get killed by his future wife; it would be downright embarrassing if one of their younger brothers got the Azarsa throne before she. Still, she had to admit that Kian was no idiot, he would learn to cope and live to be king just as he was “destined” to be. Speaking of, where was he?
It was as Kasia began to look around for him did the elegant sound of a guitar being played touch her ears. Curiosity piqued, it should have been no surprise that the beautiful playing came from what had to be the Ilmatarian Prince, Arie Vahtacen. Raising an eyebrow and nursing her drink, Kasia weaved her way over next to the prince.
“The Dancing Swordsman. I am surprised you are not jeté-ing into the hearts of the people out on the dance floor.” She made a grand gesture with her hand towards the crowd to accentuate her amused tone. As if oblivious to how informal and potentially rude that might sound, Kasia only continued after a slight pause and glanced towards his hands. “Still. Funny how hands that shed so much blood can also make such pretty music.”
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It was as Kasia began to look around for him did the elegant sound of a guitar being played touch her ears. Curiosity piqued, it should have been no surprise that the beautiful playing came from what had to be the Ilmatarian Prince, Arie Vahtacen. Raising an eyebrow and nursing her drink, Kasia weaved her way over next to the prince.
“The Dancing Swordsman. I am surprised you are not jeté-ing into the hearts of the people out on the dance floor.” She made a grand gesture with her hand towards the crowd to accentuate her amused tone. As if oblivious to how informal and potentially rude that might sound, Kasia only continued after a slight pause and glanced towards his hands. “Still. Funny how hands that shed so much blood can also make such pretty music.”
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Lonely Soul
Arie was surprisingly greeted by Kasia Ignis, Princess of Azarsa. Her beauty was astounding. Forgetting about the food Arie nodded towards the princess. smiling at her comment, Arie replied with,"Hands are capable of many things Kasia Ignis. Bloodshed, music, literature... I could go on, but you get my point. My hands are multifaceted." Glancing away from Kasia, Arie felt a slight chill in the air for a brief moment. He then saw a pale figure enter the ball room, and immediately recognized him. Prince Dwinanae of Isra Nosca. The look of indifference on the elf's face was disheartening. Man at least smile a little bit. Returning his attention back to Kasia, Arie had a brilliant idea to introduce the two.
"Kasia don't look behind you, but your betrothed just walked in." Immediately Arie took both of his wings and wrapped them around the Fire Princess. "Now turn around as if you were going towards the buffet table right behind you. I'll guide you." Arie smiled mischievously behind Kasia hoping to liven things up at the ball.
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"Kasia don't look behind you, but your betrothed just walked in." Immediately Arie took both of his wings and wrapped them around the Fire Princess. "Now turn around as if you were going towards the buffet table right behind you. I'll guide you." Arie smiled mischievously behind Kasia hoping to liven things up at the ball.
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Time for some gravy!
Nerida Valnarrus
Eleorim Palace: Ballroom
Nerida had been so intent on the scene before her that it took much of her self control to not spin around at the sound of the new voice. Instead, she turned, slowly, gracefully, and when she saw who it was who had spoken, she gave a slight incline of her head in greeting. She recognized the young woman; those features, with the golden hair and the pointed ears, she could be none other than Princess Lucina Vyshaan of Eleorim, the younger sister to the man she was betrothed to. As such, it would be good to get to know the young woman, or at least, find a way to remain on her good side.
Though it was not merely for mercenary reasons, Nerida had to admit. She most certainly would welcome the company of the young woman. As much as she hated to even breathe it, she was alone here, in this light kingdom, with only her maids for company, as well as the company of other noble women whom she had been conversing earlier with, but she could not help feeling a little lonely and out of place. Perhaps a young woman of the same status as her would be of help.
"Indeed I am," Nerida responded finally, with a smile. "The decorations in this ballroom are beautiful. I do not think I have seen such a variety of colours back in my home castle." it was then that she wondered if she had misunderstood Lucina's question; perhaps she had been referring to the conversation the Prince was having with bristling woman. But in the company of strangers, perhaps it was best that she remain on safe topics. "You must be Princess Lucina, I assume. I am pleased to meet you."
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Though it was not merely for mercenary reasons, Nerida had to admit. She most certainly would welcome the company of the young woman. As much as she hated to even breathe it, she was alone here, in this light kingdom, with only her maids for company, as well as the company of other noble women whom she had been conversing earlier with, but she could not help feeling a little lonely and out of place. Perhaps a young woman of the same status as her would be of help.
"Indeed I am," Nerida responded finally, with a smile. "The decorations in this ballroom are beautiful. I do not think I have seen such a variety of colours back in my home castle." it was then that she wondered if she had misunderstood Lucina's question; perhaps she had been referring to the conversation the Prince was having with bristling woman. But in the company of strangers, perhaps it was best that she remain on safe topics. "You must be Princess Lucina, I assume. I am pleased to meet you."
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Vannah
Tea Spiller
Kasia had to stop herself from turning, of course. Ariaevon Dwinanae, her to-be-husband, had finally arrived. She had known this was inevitable but now that there was no denying this was all a lucid dream. The chill in the air fought with the sudden fire in her veins, a simmering anger at the reason as to why they were all here and how her freedom had become the collateral damage.
Having braced herself, the sudden movement of Arie’s wings were a quick distraction and Kasia was unable to keep the surprise of her face. Such an unexpected move, and yet she still took the moment to admire the black feathers—such power and beauty in them, like raven’s wings--before cocking an eyebrow towards the prince.
“And just what are you planning, Prince Arie?” Still her curiosity was piqued so she followed directions, straightening her spin and turning around.
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Having braced herself, the sudden movement of Arie’s wings were a quick distraction and Kasia was unable to keep the surprise of her face. Such an unexpected move, and yet she still took the moment to admire the black feathers—such power and beauty in them, like raven’s wings--before cocking an eyebrow towards the prince.
“And just what are you planning, Prince Arie?” Still her curiosity was piqued so she followed directions, straightening her spin and turning around.
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Twyllvarlais
Lonely Soul
Grinning like a little boy who found his way into the women's bath house, Arie leaned in close to Kasia and whispered,"Just go along with what I'm about to do. Live life to the fullest." Making sure to fully encase the princess with his large black wings, Arie raised his voice as him and Kasia neared the buffet table closer to Prince Ariaevon. "Damn Kasia, slow down there. I know you really wanted to marry me instead of that cold, and dull Dark Prince, Ariaevon, but show some decency! Please wait till we go somewhere private! No pun intended but damn you're on fire tonight. Mmmmm!"
Peaking over his wings, Arie was hoping the Dark Prince was starting to pay attention, not only that but before he knew, the entire ball started to center around the ruckus that Arie was making.
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Peaking over his wings, Arie was hoping the Dark Prince was starting to pay attention, not only that but before he knew, the entire ball started to center around the ruckus that Arie was making.
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Lucie smiled warmly as the girl nodded in greeting, which the Elf returned with a graceful curtsy. She watched in interest as the Unahlan princess seemed to pause for a moment before speaking, perhaps choosing her words carefully. Listening to her compliments with an amiable smile on her lips, she wondered if it were true.
"Our servants certainly have outdone themselves on the decor. As for comparison, I will have to see for myself when I attend your wedding." She smiled in bemusement as the other girl skirted around the subject of the skirmish, but Lucie went along with it anyway. No point bringing it up if she didn't wish to talk about it.
"Ignore the formalities, we're one and the same here. Call me Lucie! You must be Nerida, then. I've heard lots about you." That was a lie. All the light princess knew of the blue-haired royal was that her name was Nerida Valnarrus. But no matter, she was to act polite.
"Excuse my forwardness, but what do you think of my brother so far?" Lucie's colourful eyes flicked to land on the older Elf a while away, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. Her attention was caught suddenly by a commotion near the center, and she glanced over curiously, standing on tip-toes to see what was going on.
As she heard the voice along with its banter cut through the noise, she couldn't help but let out a small giggle of excitement before she composed herself. Wearing a small smile, Lucie strode over to her brother, brushing his shoulder lightly and whispering, "it seems something interesting is going on, Your Highness, and that you may wish to... intefere." Stepping back daintily, she turned to the Nerida. "Would you like to see what's going on?"
Her tone held a note of mischievous invitation.
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eepy
Arlo took the handshake, and chuckled at Kian's assurance. "Even if you had the intent to harm her, I honestly doubt you could," he remarked. "Word of your combat prowess has reached even Jiryaan, but I'd probably wager that you've met your match."
Arlo turned to look for his Szahdi, who was surprisingly hard to spot as she had yet to flip a table or make a scene some other way. It appeared Thalanil was talking to her. She brought her tonfas, didn't she?
Arlo was about to suggest to Kian to go talk to her and establish himself as her equal, when a scene broke out at the other end of the ballroom. A man with wings was talking to a woman in a really innapropriate manner for a formal event. It was a thinly veiled ploy on getting the Dark Prince (which meant that the woman was most likely Kasia Ignis, the Fire Princess) to intervene. Arlo turned to Kian and quipped, "I've heard the Azarsan royal family was passionate, but I never imagined it would be to this degree."
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Arlo turned to look for his Szahdi, who was surprisingly hard to spot as she had yet to flip a table or make a scene some other way. It appeared Thalanil was talking to her. She brought her tonfas, didn't she?
Arlo was about to suggest to Kian to go talk to her and establish himself as her equal, when a scene broke out at the other end of the ballroom. A man with wings was talking to a woman in a really innapropriate manner for a formal event. It was a thinly veiled ploy on getting the Dark Prince (which meant that the woman was most likely Kasia Ignis, the Fire Princess) to intervene. Arlo turned to Kian and quipped, "I've heard the Azarsan royal family was passionate, but I never imagined it would be to this degree."
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B L A I R ❀ V A H T A C E N
N O T E S
feeling: socially awkward, dread, embarassment
location: light kingdom ballroom
tagged: @Rari
Blair bit the inside of her cheek as she watched the ball slowly unravel after the Prince of Eleorim had greeted all the guests. It seems after the announcement, things were beginning to get lively. The young princess took a glance at her brother to see that he was already conversing with others, and deciding not to disturb him, she looked around throughout the room to see other things that were going on. If only she was able to talk to others freely as Arie could, or at least followed the advice that her parents constantly told her when she was younger. "Ahh well....to the socially awkward I suppose. Party of one," she mumbled quietly to herself as she decided that it was probably the best to comfort herself with something to eat. The Ilmatarian princess hummed softly to herself as she approached the buffet table, picking up a small bite sized pastry. The taste was impeccable, the hinted sweetness of the dark chocolate filling immediately melting on her tongue once she took her first bite.
Her mood instantly picked up after the sweet treat, and she decided to take along a glass of champagne with her as she walked away from the buffet table. It seemed things were going pretty well.....until a certain event happened that caused the content smile on the princess' face to instantly turn into an expression of horror.
"Oh no."
The princess couldn't help but watch in embarrassment as her brother had become the centerpiece of attention throughout the ballroom. It even caught attention from her fellow royals as well and Blair could feel her stomach slowly sinking once again, except this was a whole other thing from just insecurity. The crowd had mixed expressions at the sight. Many looked with wide eyes of disbelief, while some laughed or chuckled in amusement. Blair's cheeks turned red and she shook her head with a shaky sigh. She literally had no words, and decided to calm herself with a deep breath. "Okay...it's fine, fine! It's...a party after all..." Blair told herself, and took a long sip from her glass of champagne. She slowly backed away, heading back to the nearest end of the buffet table but she was so caught up within her embarrassment that she didn't even pay attention to where she was going. Or rather, her wings.
Because of the event that caused her to become flustered, Blair had slightly lost her composure, and her wings flared out. Not fully, but enough to surely shove a person over. At the realization of this, Blair's eyes immediately widened and she turned around to see that it was no ordinary person, but a prince. The Prince of Isra Nosca to be exact. She groaned inwardly to herself, silently cursing inappropriate words, that she would definitely get reprimanded by her mother if she ever said them out loud, in her head. "Please forgive me! I am so sorry, I just...I...ahem, I apologize. I don't know what came over me, um...Prince...." Blair looked up to see the Prince's face, and it took her a few moments to register who she was speaking to. "...Ah! Prince Ariaevon."
...Good job, Blair thought to herself. Not only did you knock someone of high power over, you nearly forgot their name!...
feeling: socially awkward, dread, embarassment
location: light kingdom ballroom
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Blair bit the inside of her cheek as she watched the ball slowly unravel after the Prince of Eleorim had greeted all the guests. It seems after the announcement, things were beginning to get lively. The young princess took a glance at her brother to see that he was already conversing with others, and deciding not to disturb him, she looked around throughout the room to see other things that were going on. If only she was able to talk to others freely as Arie could, or at least followed the advice that her parents constantly told her when she was younger. "Ahh well....to the socially awkward I suppose. Party of one," she mumbled quietly to herself as she decided that it was probably the best to comfort herself with something to eat. The Ilmatarian princess hummed softly to herself as she approached the buffet table, picking up a small bite sized pastry. The taste was impeccable, the hinted sweetness of the dark chocolate filling immediately melting on her tongue once she took her first bite.
Her mood instantly picked up after the sweet treat, and she decided to take along a glass of champagne with her as she walked away from the buffet table. It seemed things were going pretty well.....until a certain event happened that caused the content smile on the princess' face to instantly turn into an expression of horror.
"Oh no."
The princess couldn't help but watch in embarrassment as her brother had become the centerpiece of attention throughout the ballroom. It even caught attention from her fellow royals as well and Blair could feel her stomach slowly sinking once again, except this was a whole other thing from just insecurity. The crowd had mixed expressions at the sight. Many looked with wide eyes of disbelief, while some laughed or chuckled in amusement. Blair's cheeks turned red and she shook her head with a shaky sigh. She literally had no words, and decided to calm herself with a deep breath. "Okay...it's fine, fine! It's...a party after all..." Blair told herself, and took a long sip from her glass of champagne. She slowly backed away, heading back to the nearest end of the buffet table but she was so caught up within her embarrassment that she didn't even pay attention to where she was going. Or rather, her wings.
Because of the event that caused her to become flustered, Blair had slightly lost her composure, and her wings flared out. Not fully, but enough to surely shove a person over. At the realization of this, Blair's eyes immediately widened and she turned around to see that it was no ordinary person, but a prince. The Prince of Isra Nosca to be exact. She groaned inwardly to herself, silently cursing inappropriate words, that she would definitely get reprimanded by her mother if she ever said them out loud, in her head. "Please forgive me! I am so sorry, I just...I...ahem, I apologize. I don't know what came over me, um...Prince...." Blair looked up to see the Prince's face, and it took her a few moments to register who she was speaking to. "...Ah! Prince Ariaevon."
...Good job, Blair thought to herself. Not only did you knock someone of high power over, you nearly forgot their name!...
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Kian Ignis
A hearty laugh escaped Kian due to Arlo's comment on him getting beat by Szahdi. He playfully flexed his muscles, careful to not rip his shirt. The first time it had happened resulted in Kian receiving an overly zealous lecture on control and other boring things that he cared to ignore. I'd love to see her in combat! Maybe she could be a worthy sparring partner. A sudden voice cut through Kian's thoughts as he turned to see Kasia encased in the wings of Arie. The rush of protectiveness he felt for sister temporarily caught him off guard as he let a low snarl but soon realized that it was nothing more than a joke and decided to play along. Kian's voice rang out clear, "Never thought that you continue your terrible habits in front of all these people sis!" It was quite childish of him but he felt that he earned it since he was the younger sibling. It would seem that Kian's true playful nature had shone through, completely forgetting about etiquette.
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A hearty laugh escaped Kian due to Arlo's comment on him getting beat by Szahdi. He playfully flexed his muscles, careful to not rip his shirt. The first time it had happened resulted in Kian receiving an overly zealous lecture on control and other boring things that he cared to ignore. I'd love to see her in combat! Maybe she could be a worthy sparring partner. A sudden voice cut through Kian's thoughts as he turned to see Kasia encased in the wings of Arie. The rush of protectiveness he felt for sister temporarily caught him off guard as he let a low snarl but soon realized that it was nothing more than a joke and decided to play along. Kian's voice rang out clear, "Never thought that you continue your terrible habits in front of all these people sis!" It was quite childish of him but he felt that he earned it since he was the younger sibling. It would seem that Kian's true playful nature had shone through, completely forgetting about etiquette.
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Rari
The Uninterested Maou
Ariaevon Kaean Dwinanae
Location - Light Kingdom Ballroom
Mood- Was greatly amused, and now just wishing he were able to salvage the situation without violence...
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It brought Ariaevon no small measure of comfort to taste the food of him homeland, despite being so far away from his beloved home. One dish in particular had attracted the prince's attention; a kind of salad dish created from a certain genus of edible moss that is common to a small portion of a single Isra Noscan cave system. To be honest, this dish was quite rare to have, even when you are the heir to the Kingdom. The moss grows only a short time out of the year, so just having been able to eat this dish was well worth the trip to the Kingdom of Light.
While also enjoying a small glass of chilled wine with his meal, Ariaevon took care to observe around the ballroom. It would save quite some time later in the night if he can identify the Princes and Princesses of the other Kingdoms beforehand. However, as he was in the process of this endeavor, a certain event garnered his interest rather quickly. Some distance behind him two people were making their way in his general direction at a rapid pace. A man and a woman. The man dressed in elegant clothing, raven-like wings stretching out from his back were wrapped around the woman, and the man was obviously the one leading the movements. A unmistakable mischievous look donned his face.
On the woman's part, she had an ever so slight look of confusion on her face, and she donned a dress of extravagant reds and oranges. The dress, tailored to her figure, wonderfully accentuated her figure in a way that was both alluring, as well as simply increased the natural beauty of her appearance.
"Unmistakably royalty. Both. The man has to be the Prince of the Air Kingdom, Arie Vahtacen. The clothing is of Ilmatarian design; also the wings wouldn't make sense with any other Kingdom. The woman on the other hand... Could it be Kasia? The dress is distinctly Azarsan. Well... this is interesting." Ariaevon thought to himself, while attempting to maintain his look of indifference despite his growing interest. "I wonder oh wonder how this will play out..."
As the two steadily grow closer to his vicinity, Ariaevon intentionally turns around to have his back towards them; putting down both his plate onto the table, and pretending he had not noticed them. Amidst the roomful of people, Ariaevon had not been able to hear what Arie had been whispering to Kasia, despite his hypersensitive hearing. However, as they grew closer, he could make out a single sentence from Arie "Just go along with what I'm about to do. Live life to the fullest."
Then, without warning, the prince began to spout several lines of obscenities that were unfit for a formal event. It honestly greatly amused Ariaevon; Arie apparently has a wonderful sense of humor. In fact, the Isra Noscan Prince had to ball his right-hand fist so hard his fingernails dug into his palm just to avoid laughing.
"Maintain control. Maintain indifference." Ariaevon coached to himself silently, before turning around to face the two; as Arie had shouted his words out to the entire ballroom, a confrontation could not be avoided. Somewhere in his mind Ariaevon wondered where Kasia's mind had been in all this, whether she was knowingly in on the whole thing. But, that does not matter in eyes of everyone of nobility present. What Arie has just done was, publicly, nothing short of an insult to the Dark Prince personally. And, while he does enjoy the humor of the whole bit, this cannot be laughed off with so many witnesses.
"It seems that we have met under... unfavorable circumstances." Ariaevon raised his voice loud enough to where Arie and Kasia could clearly hear him; as well as potentially the entire room as everything had gone quiet aside from a sea of whispers. "Prince Arie Vahtacen of the Ilmatarian Kingdom. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," The Dark Prince gives a small bow to the Prince and the captive in his wings, "And to you as well, Princess Kasia Ignis of the Kingdom of Azarsa. However, our introductions will need to wait."
Ariaevon at this moment wished that he could avoid all of this, but he cannot. To ignore this would be to show weakness in front of this entire room. If he is to be any use to Isra Nosca, then he must react to this as an outraged noble would.
"I feel that, as-" Ariaevon began to speak, and then he was blindside by something soft, feathery, and strong. Knocked off balance, the prince was thrown to the floor, and his protective sunglasses fell from his nose.
Immediately his eyes felt as if they were on fire from the surge of blinding light invading his retinas. It was so sudden, and so intense a small grunt of pain escaped Ariaevon as his hands frantically scoured the floor for his glasses. After an agonizingly long moment the sought after glasses graced his fingertips, and Ariaevon spared no time returning them to his face and standing up; flustered, his clothes slightly disheveled from the fall, and everything a hundred times worse.
"Fuck. Why in the Great Mole's name did that have to happen... There goes trying to salvaged anything..."
Nothing can be done to avoid anything now that the Prince has just been more or less publicly humiliated. Paying absolutely no mind to the complete klutz who knocked him over, Ariaevon recomposes his indifference, and comes to stand a few meters in front of Arie and Kasia. Due to the sudden lapse in his composure, Ariaevon's Frost Aura had come out in its full power, and now the room was at least twenty degrees colder than it once was almost instantly.
"Prince Vahtacen." Ariaevon began, looking into the eyes of the Prince through his sapphire glasses, with a coldness in his voice that threatens to swallow the entire room "Why do you have your wings around my betrothed?"
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