RP:A Memorable Yule Ball

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Summary: At the behest of Queen Hildegarde, the Yule Ball is hosted this year by Lanara, the woodland witch. The evening is fun-filled with ornament decorating, dancing, fine food and drink, and a cinnamon-skinned Santa Claus! Everyone is dressed in their finest attire, though it's Gilemdar and Talyara that are crowned the King and Queen of Beauty and Love!


The spacious room has been decorated for the festivities, so that all that attend the lavish affair will be constantly reminded that it’s Yule. The fine wooden floors have been polished, strings of lights and tinsel have been affixed to the antlers of the trophies, and the tapestries had all been dusted. From the ceiling hangs glitter cut-outs of snowflakes and sprigs of mistletoe, encouraging guests to get into the spirit and lock lips with their significant others. A small wishing fountain with an ice sculpture of a reindeer, and an ornament designing station rest in the corner, catering to the younger crowd, or those that are merely young at heart. The throne, where the Queen of Frostmaw would be seated when attending to court, has been draped with holly and berries, and poinsettias sit on either side of the chair. Perhaps Santa would make an appearance later in the evening!? At the rear of the room a stage has been erected for those that would be performing, and to the left of the stage are where the circular tables have been set up, each seating eight guests. The centerpiece atop each table is a trio of candles, in red, white, and green, arranged in a wreath of pine, adding a nice ambience to the atmosphere. The right side of the room is lined with long tables which are covered in platters that are heaping with fine foods from all over the realm. A bartender stands at the ready, taking orders for any alcoholic beverages that one wishes to consume, though no coin would be accepted at this celebration. Finely dressed servers sweep through the crowd, offering guests flutes of champagne with strawberries, or mugs of warming ale. As each guest arrives at the fort, their coats would be checked at the door, any weapons would be removed from their person, and they’d find that all magical actions would remain silenced for the duration of the evening. All are encouraged to make memories with their loved ones on this special night, and to partake in the food, enjoy the entertainment, and have the happiest of holidays.


Lanara :: As the ballroom fills with guests dressed in their finery, a golden silhouette appears on the stage - gliding out from behind a set of red curtains and commanding the attention of all those gathered. For but the briefest of moments, all eyes are upon her; the woodland witch hailing from Kelvar. Dressed in an off-the-shoulder gown that compliments her exquisite curves by cinching to her waist, snugly, it’s obvious she was made for the role she’s playing this evening. While she continues to move center stage, a few might be captivated by the flowing dress, that nearly contacts the ground and flutters about as she walks. Multiple feather-light satin layers give the perfect poof to her gown, making it a dream to dance in. Near the neckline lies a gold leaf filigree pattern that is accentuated with dozens of twinkling crystals. Lanara comes to a halt, standing before the audience as nothing more than what Elioyahazer might refer to, as an absolute Goddess. Those that truly know this elf, might recall that she stands a little taller this night; a testament to the matching heels she has fixed to her delicate feet. Beyond the teardrop shaped, crystalline pendant dangling from her neck, she’s radiant - glowing golden like the sun before dusk. Her perfectly contoured features aren’t marred with a heavy hand of make-up, instead a light touch had been used. Her dark chocolate locks lay in smooth, yet perfect curls, cascading to the center of her back. Moments before she speaks, a glimmer of light wriggles across her mahogany colored eyes, “Welcome to the annual Yule Ball! For those that aren’t yet acquainted with me, my name is Lanara, and I am your host for this most special of occasions! Queen Hildegarde wishes that she could be here, however there are rather pressing matters that she must personally attend to, elsewhere.” There’s a brief pause, before she continues, “Later on, we will crown the King and Queen of Beauty and Love, and Santa Claus will make an appearance to hear all of your heart’s desires. I hope you all have a wonderful evening, and please, pay close attention to where you are standing, I went a little crazy with the mistletoe! But, enough of my babbling! Get your butts on the dance floor, eat, drink, and be merry!!!” Lana blows a kiss to the crowd, and in doing so, a flash of light reflects off of the platinum and diamond ring that adorns her finger. Was that an engagement ring?! The witch descends the stage and mingles amongst the crowd, delighted to see some of her oldest friends.


Alvina :: Guests will be greeted with the ethereal voices of violins woven neatly with the tinkling of a full bell choir. It fills those who enter with a subtle but growing hope for a brighter tomorrow and a sense of everlasting peace. The airy notes rise and flutter overhead, sprinkling down a very light but false snow that paints the snowflakes and mistletoe in thin veils of white. As they reach the floor or any table or guest below, the snow flakes vanish without moisture or chill. As more guests filter into the room, a piano will add its voice to the melody, taking center stage as the other instruments mute down to a pianissimo. The piano keys are alight with merriment and sing a solo piece that offers calming but quiet background music as the guests talk about themselves and greet each other upon arrival. A single violin falls in step with the piano and the two instruments engage in a lively ‘conversation’ as the rest of the orchestra waits or whispers along. As you get closer to the stage you can make out a woman, whose pale hands and crimson hair sway as she conducts said orchestra. Her loose curls tumble down her back, obscuring her face and the top portion of her elegant pink ball gown. The hem is gathered into a bustle, which likewise sways, to reveal her blue and gold heels. Gold, layered bracelets catch and throw back light only when she moves to silence the guild. She waits, making eye contact with the members before she nods her head and then the orchestra kicks up in full - trumpets, harps, bells and tambourines cry out to announce your attention towards the stage, where Lanara has just appeared in a bath of light and welcome. Together, all the instruments blend into a jovial ensemble that fills it’s listener with warmth and camaraderie. When Lanara speaks, it continues at a softer volume, to allow her angelic voice to descend over those gathered. Once the breathtaking witch announces the guest to eat, drink, and merrily shake their booties on the dance floor, the orchestra will kick up into more classic and lively holiday favorites. They’re also receptive to requests, if you feel so inclined. The conductor herself will gather her dress to move off-stage to find her husband, no doubt loitering near the bar to snare some other unleashed husband into a conversation about recent sport teams and their idiotic trade decisions.


Elioyahazer and his assured entrance to this grand affair are only announced by the musical tapping of his formal shoes upon the floor beneath him. Appearing within the main hall, dressed for the occasion and shining like a beacon of light meant to guide weary ships into harbor; as if the sun itself had finally spilled it's rays of warmth from behind the gray, cloud riddled sky. Sure, Lanara might be his fiancee, and golden goddess, but Eli appears to be no slouch either. His brown locks have been domesticated, whether by whip as a lion tamer or by paste designed to hold it in place - one couldn't be too sure; parted on one side and swept back. The custom, traditional, double breasted black tuxedo he wears is form fitting, birthing testament to the well honed physique it desperately tries to hide. The coat itself is styled with peak lapels which carry a unique finish, one of the matte variety, by having a different fabric at those particular sections. The jacket is completed only by silver cufflinks which are embossed with a hawk, and a beautiful golden boutonniere to match his date Lanara. Of course, one couldn't forget about his fancy pleated pants which match the entire theme. Those who might know Eli, would probably understand that pleated pants were a big deal. At least when it comes to imagining you are Emperor so and so, ‘insert grand titles’. The tapping created by his walk is probably what announces his presence to Lanara when he meets up with her after that introductory speech. “You look lovely tonight Lana,” his famed broad smile stretches across his cinnamon kissed features. His well calloused hand reaches for Lanara’s own in formal introduction, where he might place a kiss upon it. At some point in time, he would have a dance with her, perhaps when things settle down. “And the place looks wonderful,” he gives her another compliment, caring little if any heard him. While most might be gawking at others, she certainly had his attention. He had personally seen how hard she worked on this event, and the only break she's really had was a double date, with Hudson and Alvina. He still owed her a prank for that scheme. “I knew you could do this.” Eli loved her and had supported her personally, running errands all over. “If you need anything tonight, please don't be afraid to ask.”


Orikahn stands with his burly arms crossed and studies the crowd with predatory interest. Frostmaw called, and the grisly old sabercat has answered once more, ever ready to fulfil his sworn duties to the crown, no matter how strenuous or… colorful. For the occasion, he’s been dusted a solid periwinkle blue from head to toe. On his head, he wears a bright red cap trimmed in white fur, and a pair of taxidermied imp wings stand aright upon his shoulders to clearly denote his role, for today he is not Orikahn at all! He is the Yuletide Imp, and a very serious one at that. Lingering well away from the commotion, this Kahn-in-Costume waits and watches and leans against the festively adorned throne. This is his post, and he hangs very closeby, ready to enact his yuletide duties at a moment’s notice. Hopefully, they involve claws this year, he silently muses and studies the filed tips of his nails. Aramoth’s shamans had dressed him and groomed him for the occasion, brushing and manicure included. “Cuticles,” he grumbles to himself, remembering the word and wondering what the shamans meant by it.


Ayras :: Frostmaw. How long had it been since the vampire had called this place home? It felt like eons ago that she had been stuck in that dragon’s jar, since she had been sent to that shadow plane by Amarrah. Of course, considering the event, it was a fitting location for the night’s event. And so there she stood before the fort, eyes planted on the formidable keep. It wasn’t until she noticed the people shuffling by her that she lowered those silver eyes of hers and returned to the present. Heeled boots left their prints in the snow, white leather climbing its way up each leg, an ivy print sewn into the material with silver thread that hid until the light hit it just so. The dress she wore was an ankle-length article with a slit that went well up her left side to end just above her waist. A deep-cut back was just visible beneath the bottom of a short, white leather jacket, the ivy design from her boots repeated on its back. Around her waist was a thin, chain belt of bright silver, settled on her hips with a long stretch hanging down the leg exposed by the slit in her dress. What offset all of this was the black veins that travelled along her gray-tinged skin, reaching up onto her scarred torso and face as though reaching for her eyes with their black sclera. That ruby-red hair of hers was worn coiffed, with only her bangs swooping down to partially conceal the scars on the left side of her face. Of course, it being Ayras, the first thing she did was find her way to the alcohol table. If she was going to be in this place that she once held the title of Knight for, she was going to need lots of booze. The vampire let her gaze drift around the gathering area, took in the decorations and the lightheartedness of the event. Yes, lots of booze. “I never am good at these public events…,” she mumbled to herself just before downing the entirety of the glass she managed to get ahold of. What did she just drink? Was that...eggnog? She was apparently not so good at avoiding festive drinks, too.


Thamalys set foot into those familiar walls not without some annoyance. While he was indeed quite glad that of all places the Frostmawian Fort itself had to host the Ball, he definitely tended to avoid any significant clustering of people - unless opponents on the battlefield, but with some luck that particular scenario was not to be even contemplated in that cold, gloomy night that apparently managed to taint even the clothing of the Spellblade. They called him the Blue, and yet the greatest fraction of the silky cloak he wore was pitch black, the rims of the fabric embroidered in silver, a mightily knotty maze of flames dancing throughout the whole of it. Literally, in fact, as it would have appeared as if a number of perfectly blue tongues of fire would have been constantly dancing in and out of the cape, gushing into the frosty air for a brief moment before dashing back into the cloth. As a net result, the whole of the towering figure of the Winged Beast was framed into flames - not that he seemed to care at all, though. Pacing slowly through the hall, his bony hand offered as a rather old fashioned support for the much tinier shapes of the Wintry Lady presently ambling at his side, the Blue eventually decided the time was ripe to concede some dialogue. “You must have noticed a not-so-small a number of unfamiliar faces… how exasperating…” grumbled the Spellblade while lowering his massive cranium to a sensible height so as to whisper in the Genasi’s ear. Those awfully long dreadlocks of his would have usually fell across his face following the tilting of his head, but not on that occasion. Combed into a monumental ivory tower, said hair would have added yet another metre to the already quite embarrassing stature of the Avian - not to mention the fact that those flames seemed not to have spared the dreadlocks at all, overall giving the impression that an unworldly torch of monstrous dimensions had just walked into the Fort. Despite the rather formal occasion, the Blue was barefooted as always, and below the flaming black cloak keen eyes would have spotted a beautifully crafted chainmail of what seemed to be Blue Iron, the glimmering lights of the hall casting ominous reflection on the rare metal any time the Avian moved. The same held for the silver-coated feathers resting on the Blue’s wings, the gargantuan extent of those, at that very moment, neatly folded and yet still catching odd reverberations from lights and fire alike. In the mist of that flaming figure, stood the flattest expression one can possibly fathom, an almost cruel grin painted on thin grey lips cut into a sharp face covered in blue ink, the latter actually crawling constantly upon the chalk-white skin of the Winged Beast. Solid blue eyes cast an imposing gaze upon many of the onlookers: notwithstanding any reaction with respect to that flaming attire, the Spellblade would have remained, as per usual, utterly silent. Potentially a wise strategy, giving the amount of bedazzlement that decorated the vast space around him - “They really took quite an effort this year…” acknowledged the Blue while glancing suspiciously at the icy sculpture not too far away. On a related note, the Spellblade appeared to had taken notice of a few familiar faces, even gifting a small nod to each one of those - not a trivial expression of interest coming from a rather rough Avian. The host was even greeted with a sharp gesture of a bony hand, while the music managed to lead the eyes of the Blue to recognise the conductor - a little throng of Frostmawians, though, was presently approaching… the Spellblade was already planning a more or less smooth retreat toward a quieter corner… the counter, perhaps?


Xiembantointh enters without any fanfare, but he may catch a few stares for an entirely different reason all together. The tall, typically rugged looking man was dressed a bit… loud; a three piece suit with a bright checkered pattern of green trees against red backgrounds next to the reverse and a nice white button down underneath. It’s either an eyesore or something you kind of just blink at and wonder to yourself /‘what was he thinking!?’/ That really isn’t the worst part, though. If anyone made it passed the finely tailored suit and greying hair that softly waves just passed is broad shoulders to actually gaze upon the face of a man that thought this was a fashionable look, they would see small shiny things within his beard. Yes, this is the infamous Yule beard that Xiem would plague upon his family every year, even though all five his kids started to roll their eyes at how embarrassing their father is the moment they reached their young years. The Yule beard consists of a little red glitter and teeny tiny versions of bulbs you would hang on a tree! The ridiculousness! With a broad unashamed grin, he fastens one of the two buttons to his suit jacket and fancy black shoes lightly click their way to the drink table/bar to get himself one of those Frostbite brews. On his way, he smiles warmly and waves to any that find themselves staring at such a Yule monstrosity.


Meri was not at the Yule Ball with the hope of winning any contest, the blonde made very little effort into trying to be the gal who is best dressed. Which...is not a surprise to anyone that really knows Meri. This woman? Shop for a fancy dress? Yeaaaah. She has been seen in a dress but usually they are some simple black number...and ball or not this rebel is not in a dress tonight. Given that Cal was not in attendance with her tonight, there was even less motivation to dress cute. That's not to say the woman's outfit is a complete embarrassment. She is sporting a pair of nice looking black pants, matched with a loose fitting red blouse that is meant to subtly hide her growing belly, and a pair of black fur-lined boots. Her outfit is clean, free of holes, and not a single paint stain seen on it. She at least tried to do something cute with her hair? Sort of. Instead of leaving it straight it is pulled back into a braid. Meri may not be here for the contest, but she is definitely here for the food and to say hi to a couple familiar faces. It is going to be the food that gains her attention first, while everyone begin to filter in and circulate the room. She’s half way through picking herself a plate when Lanara gives her little speech, Meri pauses in this endeavor out of politeness to the hostess. When Alvina departs the stage, heading toward the bar in search of her husband, Meri tries to catch her gaze so that she can greet her with a wave from a distance. The next person Meri attempts to greet before returning to her attempts to fill her plate is Kahn. A wave will be sent his direction, trailed with an approving smirk in his choice of costume. Thamalys is given a wave too. Attentions are back on the food and her plate, for the moment.


Gilemdar enters the grand castle of Frostmaw with his head held high and a smile on his lips. The Elf comes dressed in simple, yet elegant colors. He wears an admiral-esque formal coat, it's high collar buttoned to the top with gold buttons. It is trimmed in gold, while the body of the jacket is a soothing seafoam color - not quite christmas green, but a green nonetheless. It compliments his green eyes, which regard the festivities and the people gathered herein. His pants are black, and tucked neatly into riding boots that are accented similarly with gold buckles. He steps forward into a cadence almost matching that of the orchestra performing, the steps of a dancer - his marvelous cape, seemingly spun from threaded gold and sea, sports a beautiful floral pattern and sways with his steps, cutting him as a refined figure among the crowd. The bard comes equipped without sword or instrument, an oddity to be sure, and instead has decided to mingle with the crowd rather than entertain it; the bard Alvina is doing a wonderful job with the music and magical ambiance. Gil runs a hand through his slicked back hair, modeled in a pomp, curly sort of fashion and smiles deeper now. So many other individuals are dressed in their best for this evening of celebration and he can't contain his excitement! He's reminded of his home, and their similar celebrations. The elf would bow and greet those that would make eye contact with him, slowly making his way to the bar where he would order a drink. "Whiskey, neat," He states to the bartender, careful to not touch his cape or coat to the bartop - why are they always sticky, anyhow?


Scandal :: Thirty-two glamour potions. That’s what it took to get Scandal to assume a human guise. The dragon appeared human, tall but not inhumanly so, athletic but bodybuilder, chiseled with a soft six o’clock shadow on his face. Dark red eyes and short well cut and combed hair on his head. He was dressed in a fine white suit, black tie and black pants, with a pair of finely polished black shoes. Dressed to impress, but not to compete, he entered the ball with courtesy and refinement. He entered alone, only the occasional flicker of magic upon his clothes and riding up his skin stayed near his side. His eyes followed and found first a refreshment and then his sisters. Calling them by name and greeting them with kindness and curt. “Hello Lanara, Hello Talyara. How are my two favorite sisters?”he smiled and shared a brief hug. He would dance tonight but he wouldn’t compete. “A pleasure to see and meet each of you.”


Talyara was in the habit of remaining as inconspicuous as possible when it came to galas and balls. She would dress appropriately, of course, keeping on theme if there was one. However, her gowns were always simple and forgettable, the elf favoring disappearing into the crowd; however, something had changed with the younger witch who had decided, that just for tonight, she didn’t want to entirely shy away. Despite the fact that she lived in a small cottage nearby, she opted instead to get ready in a room at the fort so that she needn’t worry about the elements distorting her vision. After taking a steadying breath and tightening her grip on Krice’s arm, Taly walks into the immaculately decorated room, her emerald eyes lifting to examine the many sprigs of mistletoe and the glittering snowflakes hanging from the ceiling. The witch is dressed in a beautiful gown in a bluish, gray hue. There is a short silver skirt which falls just above her knee; however, it is only to keep her modest for the real dramatics come from the gossamer fabric which flows from the cinch of her waist, down to the floor in an elegant train. The bodice is covered in crystal and lace appliqués shaped like flowers and leaves, a silent nod to her home village of Kelvar. The top of the gown dips in a slight v-neck to accentuate Taly’s lovely collarbones (as well as her softer curves) and rests slightly off her shoulders. The sheer fabric wraps down her arms to her wrists, adorned with more crystal and lace flora. A pair of simple, silver heels grace her feet, although the gossamer fabric makes it almost impossible to see them. Her normally unruly curls have been tamed in a thick braid starting behind one tapered ear and ending at the other, hugging the back of her head. A few rogue strands fall in front of her face but it only succeeds in softening her appearance. As usual, her makeup is minimal with only a swipe of mascara on her long lashes and some rouge on her cheeks, save for a bold red stain painted on her lips. The younger witch leans towards the warrior as they navigate further into the room and smiles as her gaze sweeps the ambiance once more. “Lanara did an amazing job!” And speaking of that animal empath…her sudden appearance steals any other words Talyara might have spoken. The elder sister is a vision in gold, a bright spot amongst the greens and reds. Her beauty would never be rivaled. Taly always felt her sister was stunning, but the elegant ball gown, the gentle flow of her curls...the witch is simply bursting with pride for Lanara whom she knows has worked so incredibly hard to bring all of this together. It’s enough to make her misty eyed! Taly snatches a flute of champagne from a passing server as she hears the music soften in favor of allowing Lanara to welcome her guests. The smile cannot be stolen from Talyara’s lips, and just as she is about to issue a cheer when Lana dismisses them to enjoy, the glint of the diamond on her left ring finger catches her eye. Taly’s jaw literally drops and her normally doe-like eyes widen further. Was he older sister engaged?! “I have to talk to Lanara!” she says hurriedly to Krice and immediately begins to weave her way through the crowd in favor of finding her sister. It seemed Scandal had the same idea for he joined Talyara at Lanara’s side at almost the same moment. “Hi Scandal!” the younger sister says with a smile, giving him a hug before turning her intense green eyes on Lana. “What’s that on your finger?”


Krice was a warrior who historically attended events that drew large crowds, likely because large crowds often attracted a more sinister element - and he wanted to be there to make sure that baddies didn't think themselves invincible and wreak havoc. Anyway, -this- time, he attended the Yule ball for -that- very reason and -also- because of the exquisite woman at his side, dressed in the bejewelled gown that flattered her healthy figure. Her gossamer slate hues complemented the pressed silk comfortably fitted to his lean frame, a breathable black suit with the cuffs nipped at his wrists and the collar closed beneath an elegant tie; not at all how he typically liked to dress, but he could manage for one night to look the part of a Yule ball attendee. Silver strands slicked back loosely but neatly completed his clean-cut image, along with polished, flat boots. He leaned in to speak a short message by Talyara's left ear, nodded a polite decline to the offer of the same drink accepted by the witch. Upon Lanara's entry and lap of the extravagantly decorated room, Krice lifted his chin to regard her with a casual sweep of his eyes, acknowledging her presence and little else. If the older witch tried to embrace him, she'd be received rigidly as per last time; hugging others was not 'his thing'. Most people understood that and kept their distance. With Talyara's attention drawn to the glistening rock attached to one of her sister's fingers, the silver-haired man took note of her departure from his side and followed her trajectory - though at a more ambling pace to give the sisters time to chat whilst he scanned the room. Some faces were familiar enough to receive a nod of greeting, others a lingering stare, more still barely a glance. He was casual and relaxed in his watchfulness of the people in the room.


Niall arrived early enough to admire the finery that adorned Frostmaw’s fort and the entertainment that filled the halls with musical ambiance. He’d cleaned up for the event, pulling his golden hair back in a neat bun that rested above his collar. His beard had been trimmed with a steady hand. The Kelay native was in what he considered his finest threads, dark trousers and a matching blazer over a white button down. He’d not bothered with a neck tie or bow. His boots were scuffed and worn. Niall had checked his long wool coat, deep blue scarf, and various weapons at the door as he was lead too. He moseyed to the bar and was enjoying a beer when the hostess made her grand arrival. The man entertained the idea of picking her out of the crowd if she’d mingle with the rest of the guests, until he spotted the glint of a ring on her finger. Ah well, he could still admire a beautiful woman. He took another long pull from the bottle in his hand and let his smokey gaze pass over the rest of the room. He’d recognized no one here and that was a shame, but not altogether surprising. He’d not gotten beyond the borders of Kelay or Sage in a very long time.


Artia had arrived just as the ball began, almost late! Her hair was half up and half down, the part that was up had sapphire clips within to give her hair a sparkle. The down part was curled, even with the curls the hair kissed at her wide hips. Eyeliner lined her eyelids, and soft eyeshadow to compliment her cyan blue with gold freckles inside. Upon her plump luscious ruby red lips was some lip gloss adding a smoothness to such. Never needing much makeup, normally never worn. The attire for the evening was a beaded with sapphire gown with a v-neckline showing off her necklace and other curves. Short cold shoulder sleeves, and a mermaid skirt. Dainty vine sequins and netted beading accentuate the silhouette of the ball gown. This sapphire blue tulle gown has a v-back, with a subtle hidden lace up closure, hiding a corset built in to compliment the hourglass form underneath and push up. Metallic beaded high heels, making Artia a close five foot nine. Sapphire chandelier earrings dangle from her earlobes and matching upon her wrist. Overall, Artia looked like she was ready for the catwalk for a fashion show. Looking towards the stage as her dear friend and favorite witch made appearance, smiling delightfully up to her. Remembering these balls have such contest, looking down at herself wondering if by chance she didn’t dress nice enough once she spotted others about the room. Immediately she looked for the bar and made a beeline for it. One shot of whiskey to help calm her nerves. Spotting Ayras, she moved to her, giving a soft whistle. “I had a feeling you knew how to clean up nicely, you look good.” Anyone else that would look Artia way or wave to her she would return the gesture, with a cheerful smile. Looking around mostly for Zahrani, her newest friend and new fashion friend. Finishing the shot of whiskey, turning around to get some eggnog. Almost cringing as it wasn’t spiked, but she did say she would attempt at cutting back on the drinking.


Beldur walks in and accepts the lily he was offered. A soft and generous smile on his lips. The armor was well polished and repaired. The warm clothing under his armor was noticeably replaced. The thick furs that poked out of his armor was clean and almost white. His drake resting on his shoulders. If it wasn't for the flicking tail and darting eyes, one would think she was a decorative scarf. The sword rested on his hip and the large shield slung on his back. The young knight moving to the table he would just watch the festivities. He smiles as he heads towards the familiar voice. "Glad to see someone familiar. You look good." Shela would chirp and try to hop onto Artia's head. Looking proud as if she found someplace better to relax.


Hudson is wearing a tuxedo per the dress code that is expensive but otherwise unremarkable. Upon their arrival, he and his wife had separated, as she has bardic duties to carry out. For his part, he'd made his way to the bar where he'd loitered with a number of other husbands. A lot of people he knows here! He tries to wave to Meri but she is waving at his wife, who... oh, she is approaching him. He holds out an arm to welcome her beside him at the bar, and after asking the man behind the bar for a glass of bubbly rose (for her, of course, he's got some brown stuff), he excuses himself from random men whose acquaintance he has just made. "Well done with the music," he praises Alvina, as if he'd been attentively listening this entire time (and not exchanging piping hot takes and half-baked offseason trade ideas). He carefully transports her sparkling wine off the bar counter. "For the lady," he says. "I have to kill at least six men for looking at you in that dress." He puts the coupe in her hands. "I'm joking," he adds, with a lazy smile.


Zahrani silently walks into the ballroom, the feline keeping her more humanoid form to blend in just a tad better. The paladin wasn’t sure whether to wear a suit and tie or a dress, so at the encouragement of a random stranger, she managed to pull off a look that combines aspects of both. On top: A short sleeved blouse with subtle floral embroidery on the sleeves, with a sleeveless vest fitted nicely to her athletic form. From her waist down is a long flowy dark skirt with blue geometric patterns, a pair of comfortable tights that keep out the cold beneath the skirt, and a pair of simple shoes that were designed for dancing in. To keep her dreadlocks out of her face, she wears a set of blue and silver clips that not only clamp down on some locks, but also have a space to thread others through so they all flow in the same direction. The paladin also wears a set of earrings that seems to wrap around the edge of her pointed elflike ears, and there is a nose ring on the side of her nostril. It is an unconventional look, but the feline still manages to make it look quite fetching. She politely nods at any familiar faces, and exchanges hugs with anyone who wants one, like Lanara or Taly. It’s shaping up to be a busy evening; the feline isn’t here to compete for anything (good luck categorizing her, anyway), but she’s here to be among friends and loved ones.


Tiber strides through the doors with Levi by his side. The men are both stylish in their shined dress shoes and fancy blazers. Levi stalks behind Tiber to be like a shadow as he wears a wine colored suit with a simple black tie. Salt and pepper hair is styled precisely messy. As for Tiberius, the man walks with casual pride with hands stuffed in pockets in his holiday plaid blazer. The plaid is black with red checkers and white lines that gives him a woodsy feel. He pairs the plaid blazer with a black bow tie and sleek black dress pants that fit his body where they are not too loose, yet not too tight. His hair is similar to Levi’s, messy, but otherwise good-looking. After making their rounds to familiar people they know, the men then stalk the waiters and waitresses for drinks before heading to a table to plop themselves into seats to scope out the others in the room.


Xiembantointh notices the bearded man at the bar, Niall, and brightly smiles to the man with a nod. “Happy Yule to you brother!” His boisterous jolly voice greets before his charcoal grey eyes spot a familiar feline and he leaves his mug at the bar, “would you watch this for me, friend?” A hearty chuckle to follow, making the bulbs on his beard shake a little. Sticking out like a eyesore of a thumb, he made his way toward Zahrani and throws open his arms, “Zahrani! Happy Yule!” He wraps his arms around her and pulls her up in a pleasantly tight bear hug again, which lifts her off her feet a little, but he soon places her back down. His long white teeth are easily seen through his lightly glittered beard because of how hard he’s grinning. He’s seriously giddy all the time and for what? Definitely an odd ball of a white dragon.


Artia would probably had ruined her hair if she didn’t catch glimpse of Shela, catching her when she went to hop. Bopping her nose, with a smile, “No resting on my head, you will ruin my hair.” Looking up to Beldur noting how much he worked on his armor to look clean, and he finally replaced the rags that he wore under the armor. “Bel, it has been too long. You look good too, how have you been? I see Shela likes me better still.” She jests playfully, sticking out her tongue. Whispering to Shela, “Let’s find you a treat?” looking up to spot Zahrani entering, giving her a wave and a thumbs up at the outfit combination. The vampire new she could easily pull it off, she was a heartbreaker after all.


Meri processed that Hudson's wave a little after the fact. There was just so much going on due to the volume of people, but she would make a point of trying to swing by and give the two of them a proper hello as soon as she found a chance to. Parties, before they knew it they could be swept up into some activity. Or maybe Alvina and Hudson wanted to share a dance. Meri furrows her brows, and decides to try and make her way their direction before any of these happens. With her plate of food in tow, the preggo makes a beeline for the two of them. There was no shame in the fact that her outfit was not on par with either of their's right now, they both knew her well enough...and she in turn knew they were probably not judging her. "Hey, hey. How are things going? Excited for another Yule with the kiddos?" Those questions are aimed for both Alvina and Hudson. The next one, obviously, is just for Alvina. "Hey, I was hoping that we could meet up for lunch soon?"


Niall surprise colors the human man’s face for only a moment before a wide smile over takes his features, small lines forming at the corner of his pale eyes. “Merry Yule!” He responds to Xiembantointh, matching the stranger’s jolly tone with feeling. And then he’s tending another man’s drink as he nurses his own. Strage, but not unpleasant.


Alvina stops on her way off the stage to admire the Yuletide decor around the throne, including one overly dressed Orikahn. She smirks but says nothing, wondering what it would be that snuffed that rascally old cat out of this world; a well shot arrow (compliments of Aira) or being thrown into these adorable costumes. She’ll do her best to wave to all she knows - the music is humming and the roar of conversation pulses through her bones. Next she catches Meri’s eye and feels an odd sensation prickle her spine. That feeling she had yet to identify, that caused the bard panic at Lanara’s birthday celebration. She weaves through the crowd to Meri’s side and gives her a smile, feeling an anxious swell in her chest. Alvina can’t feel the wolf in full but she knows there’s a reason to be alert. “Meri,” the bard says her name neatly, holding her smile. “It’s been a while.” She wonders privately if Meri can feel it too and scans her face to see. “I’m just going to meet Hudson at the bar. Care for a drink?” Grinning, Alvina will let Meri hopefully take the lead until they join Hudson by the bar and Alvina takes her glass of wine. She eyes Hudson then, trying to figure out if he feels anything odd either. SECRET WOLF FAMILY?!?! What is this joke about killing guys? Is he trying to tell her he’d killed a guy? Hopefully not and he’s just being sweet by involving...murder. “What would I do without you?” She smirks before telling Hudson to grab the bartender so Meri can make a drink order. Alvina’s in heels and isn’t going to go calling around for whoever is in charge. It’s too packed and she’s a little concerned that Meri might be a lady she bit and if she was, if being bitten had ruined her life. Because isn’t that what happens? Sometimes?


Zahrani laughs at the giant goofball who lists her up into a bearhug, "Happy Yule to you as well, Xiem!" before walking over towards the bar and getting a glass of water. She offers a grin to Taly and Krice, waving at Scandal and Lana and taking in how amazingly dressed everyone is. Her tail swishes idly behind her while she surveys the crowd, a look of serenity in her cyan gaze.


Ayras was busy frowning at her emptied eggnog when she heard Artia's voice complimenting her outfit. She looked over and down - she was already 6'2 without the heels, after all - at the woman and offered a smile. "You look lovely, as well," she replied before a tiny dragon decided to jump for the druid's head. With the distractions suddenly forming around the bar area, Ayras took the moment to slip behind the counter as discreetly as possible to grab a bottle of rum and promptly pour it into the eggnog. If she was going to drink the stuff, it had better do more than just taste funny. She acted oh-so-innocent, perhaps too innocent, as she rejoined people on the correct side of the bar, pointedly looking anywhere except at the bartender.


Artia waited till Zahrani was close by, before she would call out to her. “Zahrani!” pointing for Shela to return back to Beldur, “Thank you Ayras, sweet of you to say.” When Ayras’s returned she eyed her as she seemed to disappear then do her best not to look at the bartender…she looked too innocent.


Hudson is oblivious to Alvina's feelings of wolf malaise for the time being, and has yet to link the prior episode with Meri. He greets Meri by kissing her on the cheek and exclaiming, "Heeeeey, happy Yule!" His wife, who had accompanied her to the bar seems strangely muted. Maybe she didn't think his joke was really a joke. Maybe she didn't think his joke was funny. (.. Maybe you shouldn't joke about killing people if you actually sometimes kill people.) She is all business, very focused on getting Meri a drink. He flags the bartender down and lets Meri place her order before getting around to reviving the topic of conversation, a particular favorite: his and Alvina's children. "So excited, I had to do all sorts of unsavory deals to get the latest Queen Josleen doll fashions, sold out everywhere," he answers Meri. Again perhaps another inappropriate joke, but he's already had one glass of whiskey and feels he's hilarious, so. "You guys should definitely do lunch," he says encouragingly, wondering why Alvina seems so uncharacteristically subdued. He wonders if perhaps she ate something of the raw seafood variety and is not feeling well? "How's life?" he asks Meri, trying to give his wife and her possible stomach ache a break.


Lanara blushes as Eli kisses her hand and issues a compliment, “You look mighty handsome, yourself… Fiance!” The elf would love to stay and chat with the sandman, however, she’s being pulled in several directions at once. Caterers are asking for directions, a ton of people are waving at her, and a sprig of mistletoe falls from the ceiling, landing on Niall’s shoulder. He’s handsome, and someone will -definitely- be planting a kiss on that fellow! Gathering her dress, she aims to move forward and grab herself a flute of champagne when she’s intercepted by her brother and sister. Immediately, the questions begin, and the witch laughs, before extending her left hand so they can gaze at the magnificence upon her ring finger. “YES! Eli popped the question! We are getting married!” Beaming, she pulls Scandal and Taly in for a tight hug, before rushing off to greet a few others. The job of a hostess is unforgiving, and she will be running around -all- night! A kiss is blown to Alvina and Hudson, and then she catches a glimpse of Zahrani and Meri, both of whom are given a wave. The witch tries to keep a straight face when she catches sight of Orikahn dressed as an imp, though she’s unsuccessful and bursts into a fit of giggles. Turning her head, she sees Tiber, and lifts her hand in greeting. Everyone looked amazing!


Orikahn glances up from his claws just in time to spot Meri. He recognizes her, which prompts his whiskers to perk and his ears to give a wiggle beneath his hat. In return, he offers wink of his third eye like secret salute, a silent acknowledgement.


Xiembantointh follows the feline back to the bar, but only to grab his drink, “Zahrani, meet nice drink watcher guy.” A hand gives a pat to Niall’s upper back, “drink watcher guy, give the wonderful Zahrani your name while I go make an ornament!” He said with childlike excitement as he throws his drink back and maneuvered his way through the crowd to the table and sat himself down before going to serious concentration, taking gulps out of his mug here or there. Starting with a nice silver base and building upon it with glitter snowflakes.


Thamalys let the Wintry Lady to face the way too many people trying to get a hold of them - absolute coward! - and sidestepped instead toward the mob attempting to grab yet another drink. Carefully avoiding as much fuss as possible, chiefly that odd twinkling beard with attached an even stranger creature, the Blue navigated his way toward a especially substantial bunch of mistletoe hanging from the tapestry nearby - that’s right: gardening sit on a higher priority in the Winged Beast’s mind if compared to networking. Oh, the crowd… “Wind, look where you’re walking, would you?” grumpily snapped the Blue to an already quite cheerful couple before stomping barefooted into a puddle of some yellowish liquid … champagne? He genuinely hoped that was the case…


Tiber is at yawn-o’clock, so he decides to finally rise from the chair. Eyes lock on the pregnant Meri with Alvina and he begins to nonchalantly walk by. “Happy Yule, Meri. Care for a drink?” He teases before continuing by. He then turns around. “Kidding, seriously, happy Yule.” Chipper. The lycan then moves towards Lanara as she calls Eli her fiancé. He almost cringes, but he continues forth to say his congratulations like a subtle man. “Merry Yule, Lanara. You look beautiful,” he says with a nod. Levi then stalks behind to make sure no funny business happens again tonight. “Did I hear you’re whipped?” There was a crinkle in his nose that symbolized he may or may not been faking his happiness. The man, however, straightens the kink out of his face with a smile instead.


Elioyahazer offers another broad smile to Lanara and winks. He had only come here to support her after all, and he did know that she would be too busy to really spend time at the event. For now, Elioyahazer meanders off into the distance and begins conversation with random Frostmawian citizens.


Zahrani turns to Artia, the feline smiling warmly and saying, "Happy Yule, my new friend." She continues to sip on her sparkling water, catching sight of Orikahn and giving the other cat a brief smile and wave.


Artia spots Thamalys as he moves about the crowd, offering him a large smile and possibly a tight hug if he allowed such. But only such done after she congratulates Lanara, deciding it be best to leave the bar area, it was getting rather crowded now.


Talyara immediately takes Lana’s proffered hand and lifts it to her eye to examine every inch of the flawless diamond and platinum engagement ring. After ensuring it was up the standard she had set for her sister (unbeknownst to poor Eli, of course) she returns Lanara’s embrace, squeezing her even more tightly than any corset. “Oh Lana I am so, so happy for you! And Eggbeater! That’s so amazing! And the ring is perfect, of course.” The younger witch wipes a few tears from her cheeks before shooing the hostess off to greet her other guests. As much as she might want to hog her sister, that would have to wait.


Meri obviously said yes to Alvina. This is really how she ended up over there with Hudson and Alvina, chatting it up with them. And you know what? Tiber and his drive by teasing earns him a punch to the shoulder. It's nothing too rough, just teasing being met with teasing. Anyway, she is swept over to Alvina and Hudson. Does she get the same sense that Alvina does? Well Meri is feeling something, but she's just such a young werewolf -- not very experienced in much of anything -- that she still quite place her finger on what that feeling is supposed to mean. It's just there, this weird, nagging sensation. About the most that Alvina would be able to read is that Meri seems to look a little confused for just a fraction of a moment. The bartender is flagged down, and soon Meri will have a plate of food in one hand and a drink in the other. Rest assured though, Meri's drink is not alcoholic. First because she stopped drinking months ago, second because there is definitely a baby bump. Which might be why she wants to have lunch with Alvina? Maybe? Or maybe she's finally on to things, Alvina! Maybe you did ruin her life! "Josleen dolls are still in fashion? After all the drama surrounding Larket?" Meri seems surprised to hear this, but she also is not trying to sound judgmental that Alvina and Hudson are letting their kids play with...Josleen...dolls. "Well that's cute! I am sure they will be happy with their scores for the year." Blue eyes settle back on Alvina in hopes of confirmation of those lunch plans.


Scandal’s delight in being present at this ball could not have been overstated. His eyes following his sisters and also that of his friends and many people he had met at least once. “Married congrats you two.” He motions to that he will take a turn and smiles greeting Zahrani and then to Artia. “ pleasure to see you both, and if your willing I would love to dance with both of you.”


Niall nearly spills his beer when mistletoe lands on his shoulder. Coughing, he picks the holiday decoration from the shoulder of his blazer and frowns at it, sincerely hoping no one near him would be planting one on him as he was still currently surrounded by other men prowling the bar. Suddenly, his new but flighty friend has returned to the bar and is introducing him to someone new! “Ah, Niall,” He offers his name helpfully, but his friend has already moved away again.


Ayras caught Artia eyeing her, and she had to work to hide her grin. "Now what's that look for, Artia?" she inquired as she waved her glass at the bartender for a refill. Of course, she didn't exactly expect a response, at this point. Artia seemed quite the popular entity. All the better for the elven vampire; she could just blend into the background. Those black and silver eyes of hers began to drift again, taking in the sights of everyone present. There were many fancied up outfits present to admire, and some that were more just thrown together. It made for an...interesting sight, to say the least.


Zahrani turns to Niall, extending a hand and not appearing to notice the significance of the plant that had fallen on his shoulder. The feline's cyan eyes rest on the male as if she recognizes him, before saying, "I think we've met at another event like this. But it was some time ago." Her voice is a mid-tenor, with a slight feline accent to it. Looking in Xiem's direction, she says to Niall, "He's a hard one to keep up with."


Thamalys returns something not entirely dissimilar from a smile to Artia, while desperately trying to avoid her hug - sadly for him, there is nowhere to run, a full cohort of dancing elves preventing him to dash away from the Vampire. “Glad to see you once more…” would have offered the Blue, stuttering, his voice accompanied by the metallic symphony of those silvery feathers the serial huggers who just got him actually was responsible for. Notably, no harm would have come from those flickering flames still playing with the clock of the Winged Beast…


Elioyahazer finds himself stopping mid stride to chuckle and Taly's words. "She's the one with the good taste." He tilts his head towards Lanara. "She chose the ring herself." His gaze moves to Scandal with another smile. "Thank you." Just at that moment a tray with a flute of fluid wanders passed. Eli snags himself a single and turns to Taly and Scandal once more. "Glad to you two could make it!" As for Scandals offer of dance, he's not sure how to respond. "Perhaps later," Eli preferred to dance with women.


Artia almost missed the offer of a dance from Scandal, “Of course, but I am going to try to get a table. The bar is pretty crowded.” Noticing a man, she does not know holding a mistletoe, she laughs. Highly doubting the stranger would like a random kiss. Instead a kiss is blown, safe this way so he doesn’t feel offended. Looking to Ayras, and her friends, “Join me at the table if you like.”


Alvina flushes when she realizes Meri’s...pregnant? How...did she not notice? Was it the wolf frenzy feelings? She shoots Tiber a look as he walks by and makes a remark to Meri. Her green eyes flick to Lanara, who has blown her a kiss, and she returns the action before offering Meri an apologetic smile. “I’d love to get lunch.” She replies before going on a mini mom rant about how they started wrapping fake Yule presents so when the girls were mischievous and tried to open them, they’d get empty boxes and throw little fits. “That’s my Yule present to myself.” She laughs while Hudson takes over to explain the GIFT situation. Alvina is trying to tell him she’s having some FEELINGS but he isn’t paying attention. How do werewolf links even work? Anxiously the bard looks between Meri and Hudson and spares two seconds on Tiber when he’s punched before coming back to Meri, who is speaking. She has to try not to laugh at Meri’s joke. (Sorry Jos) “Ah well Luna has been obsessed since before...well..” She waves her hand, choosing not to start a long political discussion, especially with her Husband nearby. He has strong views that she doesn’t want to damper the evening. “Yes please,” She re-confirms. “It’s long overdue and I’ve been dying to catch up with you. How are you liking your bow? Is it working well?”


Lanara smiles warmly at Tiber, before shifting her gaze to Levi, her smile widening. The pair were often in each others company, and she’s pleased that the lycan had befriended another, as he led a rather private life. “Thank you, Tiber. You look handsome... Happy Yule!” Her voice is soft, as though she’s unsure what to say exactly, as her sister was certain he harbored deeply rooted ‘affection. She’s sure he’s not in love with her, though if he did, she would understand that this may not be the happiest of news to the male. To soften the possible blow, she pulls him in for a one armed hug, before Artia approaches and offers her congratulations. “Thank you! You look stunning, as always!” Moving from Tiber, the witch pulls the redhead in for a quick hug, before she’s once again tugged in the opposite direction by a server needing assistance.


Orikahn slides suspicious glances to Artia and Lanara both. Something about them had made his sixth and seventh senses prickle, but whatever it was, it's soon lost in the roaring static of the crowd. He rolls his shoulder and shifts his weight against the throne. For Zahrani? A fellow feline gets special honors. Kahn flashes his fangs in a friendly challenge and gives his bushy tail a broad flick (stirring up a small cloud of blue in the process.) For extra show, Kahn flexes his shoulders to give his costume wings a wiggle.


Niall shakes Zahrani’s hand and shakes it gently, adding a smile of considerable charm as he does. “A pleasure to meet you again then,” He drawls with a laugh, punctuating the moment by finishing his beer. “I see,” He waves down the bartender and glances around to the feline. “What's your poison?” Whatever it might be, he’s turning his long body around again with his hands full. “Valentines?” He asks suddenly, fresh beer in hand. Niall pauses his conversation long enough to send a wink back to Artia.


Talyara spares quick awkward, one armed hug for Elioyahazer (she wasn't sure he was okay with such affections) before she spies Tiber out of the corner of her eye and immediately excuses herself so as not to be in his company. She would not bicker with him on Lanara's night.


Elioyahazer offers all gathered his thanks, and whispers good luck to Lanara. When he turns his gaze falls on Tiber, and he lofts a brow, before turning away and meandering off into the distance to catch up with the locals.


Hudson sees Lanara's wave and returns it enthusiastically. They'll have to say hello to her and Eli eventually, for now they're talking with Meri, who seems... different. Perhaps it's just the whiskey. Wait: is she pregnant? Wait x2: what if she's not pregnant, and is just... chubbier. Danger zone. Best to not comment until Meri or his wife - who would know better - does. He laughs uncomfortably as Meri makes the obvious observation: why DOES his daughter want a doll modeled after a fascist world leader? Indeed! His wife tackles that one. It's really awkward that the Queen Josleen doll continues to be a thing in their house. But unfortunately the Queen Josleen doll is The Doll that Luna has latched onto and must bring with her everywhere, so... .. Yeah. "Ah yes, this infamous bow," he chimes in. "Alvina was so excited about that project." He really genuinely tries to be supportive of her working outside the home. He doesn't want her to feel like a woman trapped in a golden cage. Despite his wife's outwardly pleasant demeanor and ability to entertain conversation, he feels a prickle through the bond between them, and glances Tiber's way, assuming incorrectly that the man's driveby hello had been the cause. The wolf bond is imprecise like that. He puts a hand protectively on the small of Alvina's back. "Sorry," he apologizes to Meri before taking a solicitous tone to address his wife, "Is that guy bothering you?"


Iengris entered the hall silently. The festivities and business around her would keep her hidden for now, although the drowess expected that she couldn't stay invisible forever. This was not normally the type of event she would attend, as her preference was to stay on her own. Iengris played with the skirt on her black velvet gown; it was beautiful, really. Beautiful and stuffy. It was far too noble for her, and although it fit her well, she still felt uncomfortable. In the end, she decided she would order a drink and try to familiarize herself with the environment.


Zahrani is silently impressed by Kahn's manipulation of his costume. But alas, her attention returns to Niall and she orders an ale. To the man's question, her response is, "I believe so. It doesn't feel that long ago, truth be told." The year went by quickly for the busy paladin. She turns to survey the area once more, wondering if she should either get a seat, or spend some time with Taly and/or Lana.


Ayras would, of course, accept Artia's invitation to join her at a table. She didn't say a word, merely opting to sip at her eggnog and smirk over the rim of her glass. The rum could be smelled in the glass. Yes, Ayras was satisfied with her work on that front. Maybe now she'd be able to at least get tipsy.


Tiber keeps himself poised. The man is all about the side hugs. “Congratulations, Lana,” he then eyes Eli and gives him a respected nod. The lycan then lets the dark-haired woman run off to be swarmed by other loved ones. Levi sort of gives a secretive pat to Tiberius, but Tiber stays straight-faced. “To the bar, my man,” Tiberius finally lets out in a content motion. The wolf was fine – the past was the past. Levi lets out a small ‘woo’ before trailing behind again. The two men swarm the bar with all the other men, but they refrain from buffing their chests out because they do not want to look cocky and single and handsome. The two just want to enjoy each other’s company. Honestly, the two were their own dates. Let’s be honest.


Xiembantointh was done with his ornament and stands up in celebration, “done! In your face!” He points down at whoever else was making an ornament too, whether it be child or adult. Another joyful chuckle rumbles in his chest before he leaves the ornament behind and heads toward the dance floor… Yes, embarrassing dancing with dad moves incoming! He gets out there by myself and busts out old awkward dance moves; yes he knows he’s awkward with this tall self and no he doesn’t care. The tiny bulbs attached to his beard shaking slightly in his movements and he points at random people as if challenging them to a dance off - spoiler alert, literally anyone else will win against this embarrassing dad.


Daath , Ruler of House D'Jiv'Undus and Magister Templi of the Mage's Guild of old, simply appears. There is no grand entrance, no stylish or celebrated arrival. He simply is here, as if he always has been. Dressed for the occasion like he always seems to be, the dark elf blends in well with the color scheme of the fort's main room's decorations for this ball. Otherwise, save for the sound his cane makes when it hits the floor with every step, he goes on all but unnoticed by most as he stalks through the crowd.


Meri :: Well. Meri picked a loose blouse to try and hide the belly a wee bit. She's not overly large yet. These things are overlooked, especially when Alvina is trying to puzzle out if Meri was the woman that she almost mauled to death (she is) and dealing with a husband who just does not seem to be catching on to her silent questions. Out of the corner of Meri's eye she catches Lanara's wave to her. It's processed belatedly, much like Hudson's wave was, but is returned none the less. It's around this time that Meri finally takes note of the ring on Lanara's finger. Hopefully she will have a chance to swing by and offer her congratulations, but for now....Meri's face lights up when she speaks of the bow, which should make it clear enough to Alvina what she thinks of it. "Oh yes. I love it. I really appreciate it and your work." Meri winks. "I will write soon and we can set up a lunch date, yes? After the holidays." Any further doll talk is avoided and a smirk is issued when Hudson starts in with the 'is this guy bothering you'. Secretly she is hoping that Alvina will say 'yes' because Meri is a cruel woman like that...She does not voice this, but she does take a small step away from the couple. An indication that she'll be departing momentarily so that they all can make their rounds and say hello to others, like Lanara. Let's just not all tackle her at once, yeah?


Niall’s face arranges itself into a pensive frown. “It feels like a lifetime for myself,” He answers honestly. “It was good to see you again,” The man says, finding a smile again before moving away from the bar area. A group of men to his left had begun arguing over the eggnog and whether or not it had been spiked.


Artia sat at the table, crossing her long legs. After of course returning Lanara hug, when Ayras joined her she leaned over sniffing in her direction. “So, that is what you snuck off to do?” She whispers to the vampire, smirking. “Only if I grabbed a cup before I left the bar, you are such a bad influence.” Not like Artia was any better, she probably would had spiked it herself but too many were around and needed the space.


Zahrani quietly watches Niall leave, taking her drink and making her way over to Talyara and the others. She smiles warmly at her friends, raising her glass with a "Happy Yule. You look wonderful."


Xiembantointh breaks out the robot mixed with some pop-and-locking.


Lanara greets all the attendees with a warm smile, stopping here and there to compliment ones attire, or direct someone to the nearest powder room. The witch is momentarily interrupted by one of the hired security guards and she tilts her head in the direction of the piano, before giving him a curt nod. A emerald and gold box is placed before the edge of the stage with a small plaque reading, Cast your vote for the best dressed man and woman. Please, don’t vote for yourself, or the lovely host, Lanara! Who will be the King and Queen of Beauty and Love? Lana changes her course, glances around the room at those that are dressed the finest, and scribbles two names on a card, before folding it over and tucking it neatly into the box. A guard stands to the side of the box, so that no one tries to pull any funny business, or rig the votes. Once her vote has been cast, the witch seeks out her fiance, and he can sense the desperation in her voice, as she whispers in his ear, “We can’t find Santa! Please, if you see him, tell him to get his jolly fat ass into that throne.”


Elioyahazer is among random Frostmawian citizens, listening to their tales of tradition. About how this costumed actor would soon take his seat upon the throne and grant yule wishes from those who sit on his lap, when Lanara interrupts. His mutated eyes shift to her panicked features. The man she hired was missing? He thought everything was taken care of? With a sigh, he nods. “I'll take care of it.” He offers his witch a quick kiss to her forehead before excusing himself. The desert born weaves through the gathered crowds, slipping into the hall - eventually entering the changing room for this traditional character. There's no sign of the actor, but he wouldn't let Lanara’s event fail. Not on his watch. In a matter of moments, Elioyahazer burst forth from the dressing room, decked out in costume. A silver bell in his hand, ringing to announce his entrance as Eli Claus; dressed in Frostmaw’s traditional costume and that silly hat of old. The cinnamon skinned, Aramoth actor, would have a moment of private words with Orikahn, giving him the name ‘Eli’ so that he may actually announce him with the traditional speech. Once that is completed he makes his way to the throne that has been set aside for the previous actor to play this role. Wait… He’s supposed to speak isn't he? Clearing his throat once before he raises both hands to announce himself and address the room accordingly. “Friends, and acquaintances of all kinds.” His voice is filled with an unusual bravado, booming for all that were present. Elioyahazer suddenly lifts a hand to fix the dangling portion of his hat and tuck it backwards. “I am very pleased to see you all gathered here on this fine evening and I am happy to share in the splendour and warmth of Frostmaw’s festivities. While it’s true that Frostmaw may have an icy exterior, being born in the deserts of Gualon has not aided in my resistance to such things, I find that the citizens of Frostmaw’s warm hearts far outweigh my frozen keister.” His joke, is more or less thrown out there to quell his own nerves. “So eat, drink and be merry, for we are here to celebrate today. To enjoy the bonds of friendship. On this night we partake in ancient Frostmawian tradition. I believe that my assistant,” A hand waves to point out Orikahn. “Will regale you with a delightful tale now.” Once his words are done, Eli takes a seat watching Orikahn with a smile, thank goodness he knew her itinerary.


Orikahn takes his cue and raises both hands, mitts outstretched. “Take heed, ye puny mortals of Lithrydel! Hail Aramoth and his Merry Yule!” Kahn pauses for the crowd to shout “hail,” and they’d better if they know what’s good for them. “It was aeons ago on a snowy bitter night that a lone peasant rode through the frozen mountains, and upon his head,” Kahn’s arm snaps to point at his cap (and inadvertently throws a puff of blue dust with the motion), “was just such a cap as this. So enchanted was Aramoth, so moved was His Martial Godship,” the feline’s knuckles audibly pop as his hands ball into menacing fists, “by the peasant cap that He stooped down, down!” With proud sneer, the Yuletide Imp glares down his nose at the crowd and points gravely at the floor. “Down to join the mortals, and for a single winter’s night of merriment, he would grant each willing soul a single boon. So! So saith I, Aramoth’s Yuletide Imp!” With hop and a bit of impish footwork, Kahn glides aside and out of the spotlight to blow low and graciously indicate Eli Claus, apparently Aramoth’s chosen agent for the evening. Who better than “Santa” himself? “Whomsoever dares! Sit yourself on Aramoth’s knee, for yuletide wishes granteth He.” His eyes glint sharply at the crowd, and the Imp delivers his closing imperative. “Merrier may our winter be! So saith I, and so saith we.” Having wrapped up his shtick, Kahn steps back up beside the throne and looms fearsomely while the wish-makers form their line.


Hudson is consoling hubby on the outside but on the inside already thinking about how he is going to haul Tiber into the men's restroom and hold him against the wall and growl in his face about leaving his wife alone, don't speak to her, don't look at her, don't even think about her. (Poor, innocent Tiber: Hudson doesn't take kindly to men bothering his wife and has a jealous streak.) Alvina is being quite Womanish which is to say looking at him but saying nothing, and he widens his eyes at her, clearly confused. Meri is backing away to circulate, and he waves at her. "Good talking to you, Meri," he calls out, before letting his wife echo her goodbyes and drag him away. .. Alvina completely throws Tiber under the bus. Hudson throws an angry glare in the direction in which Tiber had gone. "Well who is that guy? How do you know him?" Hudson demands. "I'm going to talk to him and tell him to stay away. He won't bother you again."


Ayras looked towards the ceiling when Artia mentioned the drink, humming innocently as she drained off what was in her glass. "I don't know what you're talking about, my dear. I would never do anything unsavory. I am completely a good influence." She couldn't help but snort at her own words, full of crap as they were. "And as it is, I could be a far worse influence." She gave Artia a wink and a smirk, not at all bothering to elaborate what she could possibly mean.


Iengris said to Daath, "Iengris entered the hall silently. The festivities and business around her would keep her hidden for now, although the drowess expected that she couldn't stay invisible forever. This was not normally the type of event she would attend, as her preference was to stay on her own. Iengris played with the skirt on her black velvet gown; it was beautiful, really. Beautiful and stuffy. It was far too noble for her, and although it fit her well, she still felt uncomfortable. In the end, she decided she would order a drink and try to familiarize herself with the environment."


Meri smiles to Alvina and Hudson. They are off, maybe to see Santa? So Meri takes this moment to swing by and greet Lanara properly. She does not intend to hold the witches attention for long, for she has a party to host. Meri means to claim it long enough to get out, "Evening Lanara. The party is amazing, and you look smashing. Not that either of those statements are a major surprise." Meri winks before motioning to the ring on Lanara's finger, "And congratulations." She can only assume Lanara's date is the lucky man, but he is too preoccupied for formal introductions right now. With a smile, Meri leaves Lanara and finds a place to post up so that she can chow down on her plate of food finally. She only filled the thing when she first entered the party.


Talyara isn’t privy to Lanara’s anxieties about the missing actor. She had found a mostly empty table and had gently taken Krice’s hand to join her in taking a seat. She needs a moment to breathe, the enjoy the company of the warrior and sip her champagne. The pair are making idle chitchat when a raucous bell begins to chime and Santa makes his appearance…only Taly knows those unique eyes! It’s Lana’s fiancé dressed up for the occasion! The elf’s green eyes shift to Orikhan, who is someone she has seen around. Living in Frostmaw, it’s hard to miss the hulking tiger moving about. His attire is taken in for the first time and an amused grin spreads across her lips as he shares the tale of Aramoth. “I’m going to go have a sit,” she informs Krice with a wink before draining the remainder of her flute and queueing up in line.


Alvina huffs at Hudson privately. “For Sven’s sake, no. Listen, Meri feels weird.” She waits, watching Hudson eye Tiber from across the room. “No, Hudson. HEY! I don’t know that guy, look at me for two seconds.” She points to her face - flushed now with effort and panic. “Liss Miss is having some feelings about Meri.” It’s hissed through her teeth, in case any lip readers are zooming in on them right now. (Sorry Tiber, it isn’t personal).


Tiber is interrupted mid-shot when Eli Claus steps out and introduces himself. Tiberius is rather tipsy from the pre-game before the ball that he does not recognize Eli underneath the holiday get-up. Once Eli finishes talking, he throws back the shot and places it on the bar. “Levi, time to sit on the big guys’ lap, eh?” He nudges him playfully. The wolf sways through the crowd and steps up to the line. The wolf in plaid adjusts his blazer briefly before stepping up to the stand to greet “Santa”. The Catalian moves forth. “I gotta wish for ya,” there is no hesitation, just a sly smile before sitting on Eli. “Aramoth,” he begins in tune, “Oh, sweet, sweet Aramoth. I would enjoy this Yuletide wish!” Pause. “A little friend of yours to get me out of debt with a slick one, eh? Got in a sticky situation. I’m wanted in Venturil. Maybe you can make it all go away?” he nudges him.


Artia burst into a fit of laughter at the words Ayras tried to play off on her, she knew Ayras well. The innocent humming did not work, only cause a shake of her head, “You…good. Right, maybe I should sit at a different table than you before a higher power smites you.” The wink and smirk made her blush, as she went to twirl a curl around a single digit. “Yes, yes you could, and you just proved my point.” Standing, offering her hand. “You should come sit on Santa lap with me, it could be fun. Then after maybe dance some? If you won’t sit with me on Santa’s lap, then could grab me a drink?”


Xiembantointh gave the dancing a break and got another drink from the bar before finding Niall, “Niall, was it!? Xiem,” his hand extended for a firm handshake. “Pleasure to meet you, friend,” the smile cracks over his whole face again and twinkles in his kind eyes. “Have a happy Yule, I must be going.” A broad wave goodbye as he takes himself and his infectious joy with him as he waves goodbye to the hostess and Zahrani.


Thamalys felt he got a sense of the big picture. The usual game ‘round the girls - nothing could be more alien than that to him… - plus a number of oddities here and there. Nothing that his calculating will deemed worrying enough to dwell into. Slowly, he trudged around the hall, making his way through piles of finger-food and tray over tray of bubbling temptations. He - was - heading toward Meri, in fact, albeit the moment he realised she had just managed to escape some conversation and get some space he would have just skirted her seating while waving some sort of brisk, if honest, salutation. The Tattooed One knew him well enough not to take offence - or so he thought…


Ayras laughed, just a little, at Artia's blush. Her offer of sitting on Santa's lap, however, was declined with a polite wave. "Between the two options, I simply ask this; what do you want to drink?" She chuckled again, knowing Artia would likely be at least a little disappointed. "I'll take you up on that dance, though."


Artia knew the offer to sit upon the person’s lap would most likely be denied, “Some of that special eggnog..” She wink again and get up to wait in line to see Santa, only first to plant a kiss on Ayra’s cheek. “Don’t look at me some crazy person walking around with mistletoe.” Artia laughs as she moves for her chance to ask for a wish.


Hudson is slow to hear words that cut against his current understanding of the situation (Tiber = evil, must punch in the face). It takes a significant effort from Alvina to convey what is actually happening. "Well," Hudson exhales, plainly frustrated and keen to go back to his version of events, "Why did you say yes when I asked if it was that guy?" A beat, during which he keeps Tiber within his sights, in case he needs to go grab the guy by the lapels and haul him in the men's room, etc. "Why is she having an issue with Meri?" he hisses at Alvina, "because she seemed pregnant? Babe, what?" Now he thinks this is about having more kids. He thought they were on the same page about this? What is going on? Why is his wife like this? "Can we talk about this later? Why did you say yes about that guy?"


Daath is a creature born of darkness, raised in chaos and accustomed to far less jovial social occasions back in Trist'Oth. Only time anyone would gather there is to discuss murder, war and or the annihilation of rival houses. Probably flogging and torture, mostly of men by priestesses of the Spider Queen. Ah, good times. Its due to this that the magus is just lost on surface dweller's numerous holidays and traditions. He hears talk of a man, dressed in some odd outfit, that once a year does impossible travel and goes from every kingdom in the realm, to ever house and to every person? Doubtful. Probably a charlatan claiming arcane prowess, or some godly blessing as he cons people out of their wealth. He scoffs a bit as he watches the events before. These people nearly worship him! It is almost laughable. Turning away from this, the drow's scarlet gaze wonders about until he finds a sight that sticks out just as much as he would (if he didn't have a dweomer cast about him). Another drow is here, and one he does not recognize. This is indeed an interesting turn of events, far more curious than a man in red being worshipped by surface dwellers. And it is here that, just as he arrived he would appear again, right behind the other drow, and it is here he'd tap her on the shoulder with his cane ever so gently. He was a noble of the drow houses, to a drow native of Trist'Oth he was known very well. Even to none Trist'Oth drow he had the air about him of any drow noble. This carried with it a bit of authority most times, thought Daath truly didn't care for that, he was curious to see another drow on the surface he hasn't seen before.


Elioyahazer has cleared the bit of decorations that fell atop his lap as Tiber has approached but does not take a seat. Eli lofts another curious brow. What could the translator seek from Aramoth? A sticky situation eh? He wonders why that is? Perhaps the drink and his normally gruff attitude had done many of these things. But making things disappear is one of Elioyahazers greatest strengths, but he wouldn’t advice death in front of everyone. And the ex-assassin gives Tiberius Lowell a smile. “In order for things to vanish, you yourself must appear and face it.” Aramoth would have it no other way. It seems that Santa only has a bit of advice to offer the drunken man. “It is only when you have the courage to face things, will you find that you no longer have to be satisfied with hiding.” Hiding from all those around him. From Venturil. From whatever this situation is. Eli nods at Kahn indicating that Tiber needed deserved well wishes.


Orikahn said to Tiber, "Merry yule, undeserving fleshling. Bask in Aramoth's goodwill."


Meri would have been happy to have Thamalys join her at her table, so long as she got to continue stuffing her face with food. She is pretty sure he would not make fun of her for eating unlike some people (looking at you, Tiber). Either way, no offense is taken when Thamalys skirts a way and leaves her with a wave instead. She has finger food held in one hand, but with the other she is waving right back to Thamalys. "Hey stranger." She calls from a distance, but he is otherwise left to mingle around the party as he so desires.


Lanara is famished, so she makes a mad dash towards the food, cutting in front of a good thirty people at the buffet line. The witch was burning calories with tending to every little thing, so she piles several stuffed mushrooms onto her plate. She tries to eat daintily, being the mistress of etiquette, however as she takes her third bite, she hears Eli’s voice booming over the crowd. “Wh-What?!” Swiveling around, the mushrooms go flying off the plate and roll onto the floor, dangerously near Xiem’s feet, as he’s busy popping and locking to a lively beat. She’s intercepted by Meri, and Lana does a double take, as the blonde is looking so polished and wears her hair in a lovely braid. “Thank you so much for coming! And thank you!” The ring is flashed again, which is becoming a habit by now! “Happy Yule! I’m sorry, I’m rushing around!” Turning towards the throne, she narrows her eyes, “How the hell did Sandman become Santa?!” Lana thought he would go and –look- for the jolly bastard, not steal his suit and take on his role! She stares in disbelief, as the desert born embraces the character, and literally, saves the ball she’s hosting. Although, a cinnamon-skinned Santa is suddenly appealing to her, and at once, she hands her plate to a random waiter and goes to stand in the back of the line.


Orikahn passes Tiber a bright stocking that seems quite, quite heavy. Next wisher.


Tiber did not notice the hostility that was behind him as Hudson keeps after him. Here the lycan is just sitting innocently on Santa’s lap. Eli’s response is well-respected. “Those were deep words, man. Thank you, you’re right.” A direct look at Levi. “Levi, you heard the man! We have to have courage!” Tiber may have had a few. The lycan stands and gives Eli a pat before nodding to Orikahn. “Happy Yule,” the man then steps down back to his friend before feeling the sensation of the seething Hudson that was headed his direction.


Alvina squints at Hudson. Y U DO DIS. “I said yes so we could step away from Meri, I don’t know that guy please! I think it’s Meri. I think I bit her.” He asks about why she’d mentioned Tiber - again- and she waves him off. Clearly his one track mind has a target on Tiber’s back, even while he’s on Santa’s knee, and Alvina needs more champagne to deal. Hopefully, Hudson’s one track mind shifts to something else before Tiber is confronted by an angry Hudson for no good reason.


Tiber is also happy about the goods in the sock. Heck yeah.


Zahrani is doing her best to take it all in. While she's not particularly keen about sitting in a random man's lap, she does find the whole spectacle to be quite amusing. The panther gives a polite nod to Krice, taking a seat at an adjacent table and saying, "Good to see you again, friend."


Iengris said to Daath, "Her keen senses, although having been dulled by her time on the surface, were still sharp enough to have alerted her to the Magister's presence. Iengris turned around to face him, and although aspects of drow society were unknown to her, it was clear that he was a being of at least some importance. She kept her gray eyes to the floor, "Hello." she managed, her knowledge of the common tongue had progressed much over the past few months. "How do you do?" a bit formal, but given the occasion, not an inappropriate response."


Ayras rose from her own seat as Artia made her way to visit the Jolly Red Man, the vampire making her way the other way towards the bar again. The warning of someone with mistletoe wandering around had the woman wary, and it was as she cast her gaze to and fro that she noticed an elf with darker skin than the shadow entity within her bestowed. Drow. Here. She shouldn't have been surprised; it was not the first Drow to step foot in Frostmaw. But there was still that old animosity. And so it was with an unintended snarl that Ayras requested a refill as well as a second glass. Suffice to say, the glasses were slammed down with enough force to spill some of their contents. Bartenders don't like being snapped at, after all. Those dark veins roiled beneath her skin before the elf visibly calmed herself. The bartender was not at fault. No need to start a scene at the ball.


Hudson hears the words "I think I bit her" and is made to understand his wife's ruse and finally stops seeing red where Tiber is concerned. His eyes widen and his demeanor shifts altogether, going from hostility to alarm. "You bit MERI?" he asks, glancing in the direction the blond woman had went. "You felt the," he gestures between them to indicate the werewolf bond. "MERI? You're sure? For Sven's sake, Alvina." He looks around for some passed drinks. "Do you think she knows?"


Talyara averts her gaze from Eli Claus as Tiber takes his turn, the witch intent on keeping out of his sight for the duration of the ball to avoid another spat. Once the lycan vacates the throne, Taly gathers up the gossamer fabric of her dress and climbs up to him before perching on the edge of his lap. She studies those mismatched eyes behind the costume and thinks for a moment on what she should wish for. Her emerald eyes scan the room for a source of inspiration and land of the golden dress of the hostess. Turning back to the desert born she smiles sweetly. “My wish is for my sister, Lanara, to remember that to be vulnerable is not a sign of weakness but rather a strength. That it’s okay, and important, to rely on others from time to time. And that she always remember how loved she truly is."


Gilemdar 's eyes dart this way and that, taking in the many varied colors and costumes of the folk gathered. He's had three whiskey's by now and he's beginning to feel the 'holiday' spirit. The sights, sounds and feel of those gathered is simply buzzing of song to the elf's mind. Perhaps its the holiday, or even the whiskey, but this bard has GOT to sing. He marches over to a table and climbs atop it, nodding his head and offering a charming smile to those he has disturbed by doing so. With a snap of his fingers and a low magical note from his voice, the lights begin to dim. "Oh, Yuletide...," Gil's voice begins a quiet sing-song whisper, careful to not disturb the flickering lights further for fear of snuffing them out entirely. "How long has it been... since the snow fell so gently outside." His voice begins to raise in volume, swelling with bardic power, "While all who've gathered are dressed with no twin," His hands slowly begin to rise, gesturing at the grand room around them, "And the decorations are lit without sin." The lights suddenly spring back to life from the brink of total darkness. "The choir sings a song, a very merry hymn. All gold and red, some green and some blue. This night is meant to celebrate all things renewed!" His voice is a deep timbre now, carrying further and clearer than should be capable in this muffled fort. Gil gestures to the orchestra, borrowing them for a time from the bard Alvina. They suddenly erupt as if on cue, following the melody of his voice and the sway of his shoulders, tying the song together so seamlessly one might think it planned. "From atop the ol'evergreen shines a light so keen." His voice carries on through the music playing, complementing the well-trained orchestra, "Shines a light so keen. Brilliant, radiant, like the people gathered herein." Gil leaps down from the table now, instead choosing to wave all the people in the middle of the room back, to create an open area in the center for people to dance if they so wished - or to give him the absolute center stage. "A holly, jolly, merry Yule. Would he hear a wish, Santa grant it without rule. A night of laughter, with your finger swish." The Elf is gesturing to Eli, who is dressed to play the part of Santa, a smile spilling out on the bard's lips. The musical accompaniment ignites in a renewed fervor, Gilemdar to dance a waltz by himself, as if swept up in the rhythm and unable to help it. Soon though, they stop and all goes silent - a feat of bardic prowess once again, it would seem, for the sound of snow can be heard, truly, as if it were falling down at everyone's feet. "Oh, Yuletide... How long has it been, since our hearts were warmed so from inside?" With that, the regular sounds of the fort and it's denizens would resume, as Gil takes a deep, overly-dramatic bow.


Artia was all too happy to glance back to see Ayras to be paranoid of someone wondering around with mistletoe, one artia zero Ayras. She had to laugh to herself, watching as the man she saw at the tavern leave Santa’s lap and next to be Talyara to get on the random person’s lap. Then her.


Meri :: Does Meri know? Okay well she clearly does not hear that question. And if she knows...well she seems quite content porking out on her plate of food right now. So, hard to say?


Tiber stares at Hudson for a beat before shrugging it off and moving to a seat to sit with Levi again.


Daath said to Iengris, "* Daath looks long and hard at the female as she seems almost submissive to a male. She was not of Trist'Oth, maybe one of those that came from far away lands. His studies her long, scrutinizing every detail as he compares her to all the other drow he knows. Could life be so different elsewhere? Did the Spider Queen's dominion of her chosen children only reach as far as his home? Numerous questions run across Daath's mind before he asks. " Of which House are you?"


Lanara flicks her gaze to the stage, where a stranger seems to take up residence. Chocolate hues take in Gilemdar, and for a moment her heart beats faster than usual. Was he here to ruin the evening? Oh no. He’s with the Bard’s Guild?! How wonderful! The witch practically swoons as he recites a beautiful song, quite fitting for this evening. At the end, she applauds and whistles, wiping a tear from her eye.


Elioyahazer, in disguise as Santa, rolls his eyes as Talyara approaches and offers up a smile. When she plops down on his knee, he’s glad it’s not Lanara. She would ask something ridiculous of him. “You sap,” He laughs at Taly and her wish, for even he wished the same. “I wish for the same myself, and I’ll work with her on that everyday.” He leans in real close to offer her a whisper too. When that whisper is done, he leans back in his chair. “Blessed yule.” Elioyahazer’s gaze drifts to the Bard Gilemdar for moments and his ruckus and then back to Kahn. Giving him a nod. “We will work on that together Taly.” With that, he would help her stand and clear his knee for the next wisher.


Orikahn passes Talyara her stocking likewise. Her very heavy stocking.


Artia was moved by Lanara’s sister’s wish, it was sweet to wish such a thing. Her wish was possibly odd, but she was going to request it, or maybe the drinking before hand was affecting her. Either way when it was her turn to move up and sit upon Santa’s lap. She spoke her wish, “I wish on this most Yule day, that everyone gets what is coming to them. Whether it is blessings, or what not. Those that get blessings receive the best of them all.”


Orikahn said to Talyara, "Savor Lord Aramoth's approval, frail mortal. You'll likely not know it again."


Alvina drinks her glass while it dawns on Hudson and he freaks out for new, more dramatic reasons. “I think so! It felt like this-” she gestures between them “but less.” She waits a beat when he berates her new wolf behavior. “Not on purpose and I don’t know! She seemed fine or maybe she asked me to lunch because she magically knows and she plans on telling me how I ruined her life and maybe she’s pregnant and that’s my fault too because wolf reasons. I don’t know!” She frowns into her flute before draining it completely at the end of her run on sentence. The Santa line is progressing and she knows she has to be back with the Orchestra before the crowning. “We’ll have to talk about this later.” And she doesn’t look heartbroken. He wanted answers she didn’t have and it’s easier not to think about if she’s working. Before she gets there, she sees this random man fiddling with the lights and borrowing the guild for his mini show. She stops, sighs and cuts away from the floor closer to the Santa area. She sees Talyara is next and offers the witch a wave of both her palms and warm smile. Once Gil’s performance is done, she’ll tap out onto the floor where he’s bowing and politely attempts to guide him towards the orchestra with the hope of signing his talents to the Bard’s guild. Gods above.


Meri finishes off her plate and leaves it right there on the table for some wait-staff to come deal with her mess, not that it was a hard mess to clean up. It was just a plate. Now that she is done eating she takes a moment to go vote for who should get to be King and Queen this year, while she still has the chance to get her vote in.


Zahrani remains in the crowd until the party winds down. Afterwards, she would stay the night at the Inn in Frostmaw, before making the journey back to Kelay.


Iengris said to Daath, "She quickly brought her eyes to meet his, and straightened her posture. Not to challenge or intimidate, but instead to establish confidence. "I do not have a house. Or if I did, it was long ago." she sipped from a glass of wine, "I was not raised by our people." the answer was abrupt but it was straight forward. "I was left to die in the Under Dark as a babe." she tucked a piece of black hair behind her ears and noted that although they came from the same race, they were from vastly different worlds."


Ayras took the slightly-spilled glasses from the bartop to return to the table she had been sharing with Artia. Though she set the drinks down gently, she planted herself harder than she intended. The corners of her mouth were slightly tugged downward in a frown, and while she sat alone she was in a darker humor. Damned drow. Of course she'd blame the drow instead of her own mind.


Hudson is no longer fantasizing about Tiber's death (Congrats, man) and is ignoring the holiday cheer caused by Gilemdar's performance. He is focused intensely on his wife. This is some time and place to realize that it was Meri whom she mistakenly bit and turned into a lycan. "Alvina, holy--," he groans, raking a hand over his face. He follows her example and puts his now empty glass of whiskey on a waiter's tray, grabbing a fresh one. It's then that she excuses herself, and he looks at her as if she'd sprouted a second head. "What do you mean, this is serious," he hisses at her, but she's gliding away from him and he's not minded to cause a scene. He watches her go and shakes his head. He tries not to look too obviously irritated with his wife and lurks by a bowl of oversalted mixed nuts, as one does.


Talyara wrinkles her nose as Eli calls her a sap and she even childishly pokes her tongue out at him. But it’s only in jest and she smiles when he agrees to work on her wish. The younger witch tilts her tapered ear towards Eli Claus to accept his whisper and barks out a laugh and nods her head. “Sure but I don’t think that will happen!” With a wink she hops off his knees, collects her blessings from the Imp, and shuffles off back towards the table where Krice still sits.


Elioyahazer wonders who approaches him next, having never met her before. Still he offers her a broad smile, in honor of the festival and sticks to his roll. How else could he answer someone this day? He does find Orikahns portrayal of the imp rather fascinating and has grown to find himself waiting for his responses each and every time he excuses someone from his lap. When her wish is asked, he’s rather reminded of Karma, a concept from the deserts he had grown up with. “Awe, but we must be careful when we choose to say everyone gets what they deserve. It’s not often what they deserve, that’s actually given to them. In the end, we all get what we deserve, whether we like it or not.” His words might sound poetic, but it’s true. “Blessed Yule.” He offers her a hand to stand, and then nods to Kahn. This was the best part of it all.


Scandal rose to the throne standing behind those ahead of him. When his turn came he said to Santa. “I will be brief for I would hate to compensate one such as yourself for I am heavier than I seem to be. He took a seat on Santa’s knee. “Santa, I want a life, a wife and children to raise.” He then rose and walked a way to get another drink.


Gilemdar allows himself to be ushered away towards the other bards at the behest of Alvina, who earns a wide grin from him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, by the way. My name's Gil." He manages, between bowing his head to those Frostmawians that are thanking him for his song, and feigning to attempt to stave off new admirer's who throw him flowers and... other things. Of course they would, he's simply enchanting. Or so he would have one believe. He's a bard, after all!


Thamalys veered to the counter once more, this time initiating a lengthy discussion with the bartender about the quality of the wine. Potentially en excuse to get a taste of the whole selection for the evening, a part of the Blue would never cease to scrutinise the room, though. A merry occasion this might have been, but a handful of characters seemed to blend in even less than the Avian himself, perhaps equally by design? The Spellblade shook his head, marching toward the shiny box, determined to oblige to his duties as guest and write down a couple of names.


Orikahn said to Artia, "Aramoth knows he will not receive adequate gratitude for his blessings, impotent creature. Let it not distress you."


Orikahn hands Artia her stocking full of gold and dusts his hands.


Niall has meandered around the fort drinking beer and looking pensive, despite the holiday mood, for long enough by his estimation. He slips away from the festivities, snags his coat, weapons and scarf before heading into the cold night to begin the journey home, alone.


Elioyahazer nods to Scandal. True of most men. A life, a wife and family to raise. Wouldn't that be the dream for us all? Because Eli understands Scandal well, nods once. "Most want that as well my friend. A lonely heart is not an easy one to control." Perhaps he often throws himself into one relationship after another. "I believe when the time is right, you will have such things. But in the meantime, you should focus on yourself. The right one will come along and share the things you love as well." He gives Orikahn a nod too. He is happy that Scandal is off his lap and takes a deep breath.


Artia nods to this Santa person, “True, but that is my wish. Thank you, sir, blessed Yule to you.” She takes the hand offered climbing back to her heeled feet and moving to Kahn. When Kahn calls her an impotent creature, she playfully growls to him. Then just like it never happened smiles sweetly, taking her offered stocking moving back to her table shared with Ayras. Mumbling, “Fake imp.” Sitting down beside Ayras and picking up the eggnog taking a sip. “Woah, much better now Ayras.”


Lanara is finally up next to have her turn with Eli Claus, and she’s so giddy that she literally launches herself onto the male’s lap. Elegant attire and etiquette be damned! This witch wanted a minute with her fiancé! Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, and draping both legs over his, she sits sideways, so they may gaze into each other’s eyes. She’s likely earning a glare from Orikahn with her antics, but she doesn’t care. Leaning in close, she gives Eli a disarming grin, “I know I shouldn’t ask for anything, as I am so incredibly blessed and already have everything I could possibly want… My sanctuary, the Guild, an amazing family, wonderful friends, loads of animals, and of course… The most handsome fiancé in the entire realm, and the one that I’m going to spend the rest of my elven life with… However! There is something I’d like this year…” That smile widens, “I want a snow leopard cub, a miniature giraffe, an elegant emu, three singing chipmunks…” After listening nearly a hundred animals, she tugs on Santa’s faux-beard, and kisses him tenderly on the lips. “And I want a dance with you before the night ends, Sand-Santa Man.” Slipping from his lap, she winks at Eli over her shoulder, before patting Kahn on the shoulder, and returning to the festivities. “Keep the gold, Cat Man.”


Daath listens to this female speak and explain her background for a moment. A female left out to die? Was her house destroyed and simply never existed after? Such is how things are in Trist'Oth. Was it her eyes? Did they deem her sickly or cursed or impure or literally any reason drow "mothers" can find to discard their children "in the name of the Spider Queen". It was sad how trapped in that his people were, how limited in their greatness they allowed themselves to be. Its why he abandoned their ways long ago, and has since used magic as his way to escape the bonds of his race and transcend the norm of what’s expected of a dark elf. Either way, other oddities raise his curiosity. so he says. " Then you've need of protection. A lone drow out in the world? Houseless? Lost from what they know? Work for me. Work, not serve. Until you feel things out in this realm. We've... earned a reputation that still sours many relationships in this realm, and not a Trist'Oth drow doesn't stop self righteous zealots looking to feel better about their own weakness."


Ayras grinned at Artia, though not quite as broadly as she might have. "It definitely has more punch to it, now. I don't know why they couldn't just make it like that to begin with." She jutted her chin towards the throne as she cocked a brow. "So what was all that about that brought you back disgruntled?"


Alvina introduces herself hastily and shakes his hand during the downpour of lacy and flowers. Maybe in her next life she can be reborn as a male bard. “Pleasure’s mine, Alvina.” They shake hands (her writer presumes) and Gil goes about doing...whatever it is he does. He is clearly a bard, no doubt about it. “I lead the Bard’s guild here,” She’s slipping on white gloves and flipping through a score while the orchestra resets their instruments and the choir straightens their robes. They have to be ready, on cue, for the King and Queen to be announced. It won’t be long now. “And we are -very- clearly in the same business.” Alvina stops fiddling to cast a sideways glance at Gil if he hasn’t wandered off. “Any interest in participating with..-likeminded- individuals?” She’s being rather straightforward and business like while juggling proverbial hats.


Orikahn said to Scandal, "I am obliged to remind you that Aramoth's favor is awarded loosely during Yuletide."


Orikahn hands Scandal his sack of gold, then takes a moment to straighten his wings.


Elioyahazer is about ready to call this whole charade quits until Lanara plops down into his lap. Was he in trouble? He can’t help but laugh and then raise a brow at her outburst of animals. Luckily for him he has a way out of this. “Of course you can have them, they just hafta stay at the Sanctuary.” She never clarified where they needed to be housed. She knows he’s joking, and he meets the kiss she delivers - while he is in full Santa costume. “A dance? Granted.” He winks, and then nods to Kahn. His back was beginning to hurt. He realizes that it must have been Scandal, he glares at his soon to be brother in law and then smiles. Family. Eventually Sandy-claus climbs down from the throne and thanks Kahn for his delightful story, before joining those that have gathered.


Orikahn said to Lanara, "You forgo the customary groveling, wretched fleshling. Merry Yule."


Orikahn gives Lanara's stocking a jingle, and the coins sing.


Artia chuckles, “Oh nothing, just messing around with the ones doing the santa stuff.” Patting Ayras’s knee, “I will return in just a moment, then maybe we should dance soon? Night is getting late and this place still crowded.” Grabbing the stocking full of gold, moving up to Tiber where he sat. Dropping the stocking in front of him with a wink, “Hope this helps your wish.” Turning upon the tips of her toes to sit back down with Ayras, two red heads, both vampires enjoying the night.


Gilemdar turns to face Alvina and actually regard her sincerely, once they've arrived at her designated place as conductor. Green eyes twinkle in mirror to the smile touching his lips. "I would be honored to join this Guild you speak of." In truth, it was his plan to garner her attention so that he could in fact join. The elf figured a ball would be the best place to show the merits of his skill. He takes a moment to adjust his cape, his cuffs and his hair, and then he offers Alvina a bow - a real one. "If you would have me, that is."


Iengris said to Daath, "Iengris found herself surprised, and more than a little quizzical. She normally avoided other Drow, but this male, clearly had a different disposition. Why was he being kind to her? He was Drow after all, like her. Iengris' had many questions, although this was the most pressing. "How can I be sure I can trust you? No one in this world does something without a reason." although she wanted to take him up on the offer, she just wasn't sure. And that's not even considering Runt, her badger. He would have to be able to come with her as well. Her constant companion."


Lanara weaves her way through the crowd and meanders over to the guard who had tallied up all the votes. The two speak in hushed tones, before he helps her onto the stage, and she waits for the music to die down. As the bard’s finish their song, a beam of light shines on the brunette, alerting all that something important was about to be announced. The food is being replenished, the drinks are flowing, a few were spied kissing beneath the mistletoe, and several people were slaying it on the floor with their fancy footwork. This would be a memorable event, and Lana is hoping that Queen Hildegarde will be pleased with the turn out and approve of her hosting abilities. “May I have everyone’s attention, please? It’s time to crown the King and Queen of this year’s Yule Ball! If you are named as the winner, please come up to the stage so I may crown you. Following the coronation, the King and Queen will share a dance, as it’s tradition.” The ‘his’ and ‘her’ crowns are brought out as Lanara opens a piece of parchment, unable to hide the smile on her sangria stained lips. The anticipation of the audience was overwhelming, and they all are whistling and applauding, until she -finally- reads the names, aloud. “Gilemdar and Talyara, I pronounce you the King and Queen of Love and Beauty!” Lana waits for the pair to stand before her, and she approaches Gilemdar with her arms outstretched, and rests the coronet atop his head, while placing a chase kiss to his cheek. “Congratulations! Please, head to the center of the floor and wait for your Queen to join you.” The diadem is gently lifted over Talyara’s head, though the witch uses extreme caution when placing it, so as not to disturb the elegant hair-do, followed by a chase kiss on her cheek. “Congratulations, Sister! Please, join your King in a dance, to cement this moment in history.”


Alvina said to Gilemdar, "Gladly, but I dare say Miss Talyara is waiting for you just now."


Meri could not overhear every single conversation taking place, but Lanara/Eli and Artia/Aryas were not the only duos talking about dancing. Which means it is about time for this preggo to depart the party, presumably for home, rather than lingering around and being a wallflower while the rest of the lot enjoy a bit of romance. The blonde begins to skirt for the exit, but she is not in a rush. She did cast her vote for King and Queen and she is hoping that she'll manage to stay long enough to hear if anyone else matched her votes, producing a winner. She needed to find her coat anyway. Couldn't just go parading around Frostmaw in a red blouse. The winners are announced shortly after Meri locates her jacket, the blonde offers her applause to the winners, and then out the door she goes!


Scandal bought himself a really big drink so much so the bartender looked sympathetic, moving to table out of the way he took a dragon-sized draught from his drink emptying half of it, “wishes, ha,” he said with a touch of bitterness, but he glances at his family and friends, “if they can be happy I guess I can be happy for them.”


Daath said to Iengris, "Because I have no need to lie. Because I am not doing this for nothing, you'll work for me. I will pay you, more than fair wages. I will see you learn the land, and I will see you fully made aware of what drow face in these times before I see one get lost in the same mindless trap they usually do. Be something -more-. Be great. Carve a new path. That’s why I do it. The offer stands. But you'll be hard pressed at finding a better benefactor in the realm."


Thamalys managed to find a relatively quiet spot in the end. Leaning against the wall, the Blue did join into the clamour that followed Lanara’s announcement. The Blue understood little of beauty, but even him could see that those prizes were both very well deserved indeed. He looked around once more, taking in the high spirits of the many… a part of him rejoiced in that. Sven, he even helped out to make some room for the upcoming dance - a Yule Ball’s miracle!


Tiber almost mouth gapes. “You’re not serious, lady.” Levi and Tiber almost cough up drinks at Artia’s gift.


Artia looks back over to Tiber and the male Levi he brought with him with a nod. "Oh I am very serious, if need more just let me know. I don't need it, I work for mine." A wink given before her attention back to her female friend.


Gilemdar hears his name called and he is suddenly sent off again towards the stage where Lanara is standing. He manages a wave to Alvina in his rapid departure from her company to signify that he would return. If he could return. "T-thank you." He stammers. Where did the charming, confident bard from before run off to, anyhow? Before he even knows what's happening, he's crowned as the King of Love and Beauty. Of course he is! He regains some semblance of confidence and finds the center of the room - for the second time this evening. His green eyes look to Talyara, a lump rising in his throat. If this isn't an awkward way to meet a pretty lady... He swallows hard, and manages to smile. "Would you share this dance with me, my Queen?" The elf asks simply, in his real voice, a hand held out towards her.


Talyara is busy making idle chitchat with Krice, most likely teasing him about something or other due to the slight scowl on his face. However, she halts her talk to turn towards the stage to give her sister her undivided attention. Apparently it was time to announce the King and Queen of the ball and she hopes her choices win! Lanara opens the envelope and announces that she is the winner but the younger witch doesn’t even seem to comprehend that it was -her- name that was called! She turns back to Krice to comment on Lana’s excessive use of mistletoe when he raises his brows at her. “What?” she asks with a small frown. He nudges her to stand and she notices that everyone is cheering and looking at her expectantly. Oh! That was her name that Lana called! The elf feels her cheeks heat with a crimson blush as she clumsily stands and makes her way towards her sister to accept her crown. She leans her cheek into her sister’s chaste kiss and smiles shyly at her before turning towards Gilemdar. Her blush intensifies as he refers to her as queen but the witch graciously accepts his hand and bends her knee in a slightly curtsey. “I’d be honored, thank you!"


Alvina || Right after the King and Queen are announced, the orchestra’s string section, particularly those mischievous cellos, summon them to the dance floor. As tradition states the King and Queen must share a solo dance to celebrate their crowning. Pianos and flutes carol beside their rosined brethren to lead the couple through their elegant routine, encouraging form and gaiety in it’s execution. Drums tap out a muted back beat and the room is filled with eyes and ears all trained on those bestowed with the honor of this grand title. When the song ends, the spell breaks and all are free to return to their individual celebrations feeling more whole than ever before on this beautiful Yule evening.


Iengris said to Daath, "She wasn't an idiot, she knew she couldn't go the way she was any longer. She also knew he wasn't lying, she WOULD be a fool to turn down the offer. What he was offering was like nothing she'd seen in the last hundred years. "Can I have my badger kit? He is still very young." in the end she knew she would end up accepting either way, but she needed to see to the animal's protection."


Tiber stares long and hard at the woman. “Are you saying I don’t work hard?” He challenges her with a sly smile as he interrupts Artia’s meeting with her friend. “Because I also work for mine,” he leans back with crossed arms. Levi then begins to shake his head. “Just take the offer, Tiber,” he mutters. Tiber then shrugs. “I am, but I’m curious, and I’m not sorry.”


Daath said to Iengris, "Of course you can. We shall talk more about this another time, hash out the details and such. For now, let us enjoy the party that surface dwellers seem so fond of."


Thamalys returned to that particular section of the wall - and there he would have stayed for a little while longer. The Wintry Lady was still squarely busy with a number of onlookers - no point in trying to regroup. Instead, the Blue would have tried to thank the host, as well as a few servants he personally knew. Shortly after, the flaming shape of the Avian would have regained the privilege of the frosty air outside, slowly vanishing into the blackish air.


Tiber’s face remains stoic at Artia. The blonde is not pleased by her remarks although she was playful. It was the lycan trying to burst out of him. Levi, on the other hand, answers for them both. “Hi, Levi Arquette and this is my friend Tib—“ the salt and peppered hair man is cut off as Tiberius says his own name. “Tiberius, Tiberius Lowell.”


Ayras couldn't help but overhear the confrontation brewing between Artia and the man that was, essentially, chest-thumping. After all, she sat at Artia's table, so she was right there to hear it. Cocking her head to the side, she lightly taps Artia's leg. "Should I eat him? I could eat him. That would get him to shut up." Of course the murderous vampire would instantly resort to some sort of violence. "Or, you know, we could just go dance and forget about him."


Orikahn feels his Yuletide duties are adequately satisfied and therefore sets himself about impish prankwork, utilizing his natural feline stealth to shadow guests. His favorite prank? To peek over the shoulder of an unsuspecting victim and make horrible, unsightly faces at their conversation partner before disappearing again into the churning crowd.


Gilemdar would lead the dance, were Talyara to allow it, feeling confident enough in his feet to carry them successfully through this. He is a bard, after all, and if they're not good for dancing, they're not good for anything. With her hand in his, he brings his other hand to her hip - careful to mind it's placement, because he can feel Lanara's eyes burning holes into his head. With that, he offers Talyara a tight lipped smile, "Congratulations, by the way." He whispers to her beneath the din of music. His cape encircles them as they dance, as if bidden to life through magic and given a personified sense of intelligence. The cape begins to create tracers of twinkling arcane light, which lights up the dance floor for this duo, twisting and sparkling as if they danced amid a starry night. They change in color with the music, singing a song of scintillating lights and colors in a soft, relatively subdued manner. It's his best effort to make a dance with a complete stranger a little less -strange- and a bit more romantic.


Lanara is having her first bit of bubbly, and she relishes the taste of the liquor on her tongue. She -finally- had a moment to herself, after the crowning. The witch was elated over the fact that it was her -sister- that the majority of the guest had voted for, and though she didn’t know the bard, she had enjoyed his display on stage earlier in the evening. Dark hues linger on where the male keeps his hands, though once she sees that he’s being respectful to Taly, she allows her gaze to wander. It seems that Artia is angering Tiberius, which is rather easy to do, considering Lana used to room with the fellow. If they catch her staring, she’d give a curt nod, before finishing the remainder of her champagne.


Artia nods, “May you two enjoy your evening, merry met.” Ayras tapping Artia leg caused her to face her completely, finishing the spiked eggnog in few swallows. “Don’t eat him, dancing sounds perfect to do.” She taps Ayras’ shoulder in reply to the tap to her leg, standing up offering her hand to her. “Come on dear.”


Talyara is content to allow Gilemdar to lead them through this dance, her one hand in his while the other touches his shoulder as he grasps her hip in a very gentlemanly manner. She is still blushing quite badly, because this particular witch is not fond of all eyes on her. The blue and grey gossamer skirt of her dress flutters and sways, the fabric creating its own dance with the bard’s cape. “Why thank you!” she beams up at the elf with a smile. “And to you, Gilemdar!” she adds. After a few beats of silence she opts to keep the conversation going—it seemed less awkward that way. “That’s quite impressive attire you have there," she says complimenting his obviously magical cape. “I can see why you were crowned the King!"


Ayras rose with her companion and took her hand as they made their way to the dance floor. "It would have been fun, though," she pouted on the way in lament of not getting to eat the mouthy man, even going so far as to have given a feigned sigh of disappointment. "It's not like I was going to eat -everyone-." Hopefully her grin would let Artia know she was just joking around.


Hudson glances up to hear the announcement of the contest winners, and claps as is appropriate. His wife is circulating by the orchestra, leading them in a stirring dance for the winners as if she hadn't just dropped a bomb on him. He watches, picking out all the cashews from the salty nut mix.


Tiber finds his stare on the other vampire who threatens to eat him. Bad idea, but he does not say a word. His expression shows he is not amused. He then blinks and looks at Artia and gives her a wicked smile. “Merry Yule,” he says in a low velvety tone before nodding her off while downing his drink. “Alright, Levi. Our time is up,” Levi shrugs and stands and the two walk out of the ball.


Alvina watches the pair spin on the dance floor and feels her heart lighten. While the orchestra slows towards the end of the dance, she makes her way back over to the bar to slip onto a stool beside her husband. "Don't be mad." She whispers, leaning her head onto his shoulder. "I'll talk to her and we'll figure it out." She's sorry they can deal with it quietly but then again, maybe not. If it's someone Alvina knows, are they less likely to be angry and report her? Only time will tell.


Artia :: Ayras was always good at making her laugh, thus she did. The pout and the sigh of disappointment made her shake her head at her, “I don’t need to tie you up do I? Actually, forget that comment you might enjoy that.” The grin was even more proof that Ayras was joking, which in turn caused Artia to twirl Ayras and dip her back slightly before pulling her back to her feet. Artia almost doesn’t catch the wicked smile, but returned a sweet as honey one.


Scandal slowly rose from his seat and moved back to the bar retrieving a second drink and then he moved to observe the dance floor.


Orikahn waits until Hudson is absorbed in his search for the laaaaast cashew. The cat prowls, stalks, sneaks, slithers, scoots, and creeps up behind him to wait until, at last, the lycan finds the prized nut? Kahn's plan of attack is simple. With the nut in Hudson's unsuspecting palm, Kahn will attempt to enact the following ploy: 1) loom behind one shoulder, 2) tap Hudson's OPPOSITE shoulder, 3) steal the cashew, 4) eat said cashew.


Gilemdar shakes his head to Taly, opting for humility instead, because it was the truth. "I'm not sure why I was chosen. There are plenty of others dressed finer than I." While his seafoam and gold accented admiral's outfit was carefully chosen and paired with his cape, they were chosen to mark him as a bard, not as this King of Love and Beauty. "You on the other hand..." He trails off, offering her a smile. "You deserve your crown." He chooses to forego the bardic charm and speaks rather plainly. "Is that your sister, hosting the ball?" The elf spares a glance in gesture to Lana, while continuing the easy cadence of the dance.


Ayras : Now, Ayras has been a woman for a year or so, now. Navigating in her body has become as easy as it was when she was a male. However, heels are still something that she hasn't completely mastered, and so when Artia sent her into a dip, she very nearly wound up falling to her rump. In fact, what with one of her feet sliding out from under her, Artia pulling her back up was the only thing that saved her from that embarrassment. "You could try to tie me up," she replied as she got herself balanced again, "but I don't think it would go quite how you imagine." She spins and twirls about with Artia, dancing for the first time in...by Vakmatharas, when was the last time she danced? Surely she had since she had come to the realms above after escaping the Drow so many years ago. She couldn't remember when, though.


Krice stood as Talyara did, pulling her chair back to grant her room to move. Whilst she approached the stage to receive her honours as Queen of the Yule ball, he afforded her a lazy half-smile that told of his expectation of this outcome; she was beautiful, healthy, happy, compassionate - Queen material, in his opinion. Once the king was announced and Talyara moved to join him, the silver-haired warrior stepped away from their table to busy himself elsewhere, moving through the crowds en route to a buffet table. From atop the prettily-clothed furniture, Krice procured a trio of truffles, which he munched on while intermittently observing his witchy companion's King/Queen dance with a complete stranger. Gilemdar earned the warrior's attention, only briefly lingering to scrutinize his unfamiliar features, though not enough to convey any negative impressions.


Talyara feels her cheeks burn once more as Gilemdar compliments her once more. “If I can be honest, I normally like to blend in with the crowd,” she confesses shyly. “I like the colors you chose. Not the usual for a Yule celebration, but I appreciate the uniqueness!” The pair would continue to twirl and dance until the song eventually fades and the witch, relinquishing her grip on the bard’s shoulder, bends slightly at her knee. “I thank you kindly for the dance, Gilemdar. It was an honor to share this title with you."


Hudson watches Alvina approach him and pushes the bowl of nuts between them. He isn't angry with her, not really, merely frustrated. He'd been watching for Meri but hasn't seen her. Perhaps she's left. He grunts his understanding as she talks, her head on his shoulder. Yes. They'll have to talk about how to broach this, or address it, at some point, but the party's the wrong place and time. "I can't believe it's Meri," he sighs, glancing over his shoulder as he is tapped by Orikahn. A furry paw sneaks in to swipe the last cashew, and Hudson does a double take to catch it just retreating. "What the," exclaims Hudson, glancing behind him to look at the gigantic cat man. Hudson is not about to keep eating these nuts now that the gigantic furry mitt has been in there. That guy probably didn't wash his hands after going to the bathroom, whatever that means for a feline. "You can have them, if you want," he says, pushing the bowl further down the counter.


Orikahn holds up the cashew, studies it briefly, and munches it down. "I'd only wanted that one," he explains before bouncing off again as abruptly as he'd arrived, absorbed in mischief.


Artia continued to twirl and move them with the music's beat until if Ayras wanted to take over, "Is that a challenge? You know I love challenges." She twirls Ayras outwards, slower this time to help with balancing in heels. It been very long time since Artia even danced, probably the last ball or charity event she attended. Loving to dance, it was her favorite past time to do. "Is this okay for you?" She ask tenderly placing her hands on Ayras' hips.


Alvina closes her eyes before Hudson jerks and she likewise straightens to watch Orikahn swipe a cashew. "Uhhh..." She isn't sure just what to say here but she hopes this isn't a fight between cats and dogs. Instead, she tugs Hudson's forearm stiffly. "We've got to get back and relieve the sitter." She reminds him, hoping they can resume this discussion on the ride home. To Kahn she offers a nervous smile, that dude shot her with an arrow once. "Great cuticles." She tells the feline before hopping off her stool.


Lanara is once more summoned to the stage, as one of the bard’s needs a potty break, and she’s happy to oblige. Being the host of this evening had her bustling here and there, and tending to every minute detail, all while making certain that everyone was having a wonderful time. She’s exhausted, and her feet are killing her in these heels, though none would be able to tell as the positively radiant brunette lifts her hands and asks the crowd to quiet down for a moment. “I just wanted to thank you all so much for attending this Yule celebration, and I hope you all had a wonderful time. You all look amazing, and some of you have stellar dance moves. Did you learn them from my classes?” A few chuckle, and she continues, as she sees an enormous three-tier cake being brought out and set on the dessert table. It was made by Scandal, and donated from the Ginger Snapped Bakery, in Cenril. The guests were in for a real treat, and many were already lining up for a slice! At this time, the bard returns to his violin, and gives a nod, as they prepare to continue playing until the last guest leaves. “I wish you all a blessed Yule, and a Happy New Year. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again!” Smiling, Lana steps down from the stage and looks for the cinnamon-skinned Santa. He owed her a slow dance, and she couldn’t think of a better way to end the evening.


Gilemdar nods to Taly, bidding her a farewell, before he makes his way back to the bar. The bard gives Lanara a smile from across the room, and then an apologetic one to Krice. That was most -definitely- awkward. The crown however, Gil readjusts on his head, taking great care to not disturb his carefully made up pomp. This would be a night to remember, certainly. "Whiskey, please." He states to the bartender, who delivers the requested drink in due haste. The bartender, knowingly, makes it a double. The elf downs it and resumes his careful scrutiny of the crowd.


Hudson gazes after Orikahn as the big cat bounds away. "How like a cat, putting its paw in our food and then peacing out," he observes, glancing at Alvina in a belated response to the tug on his arm. "Yeah," he exhales, and gets off the stool. "I'll go get our coats," he tells her.


Alvina follows after Hudson while he goes off to fetch the coats. She stops, briefly, behind Gilemdar at the bar to tap the rim of his crown up from the bottom. "Find me in Cenril when you're, congratulations your Majesty." Without looking to catch his eye, she walks towards the door and wiggles into her coat before the Landons vanish into the snowy Frostmaw night.


Ayras was, strangely enough considering how she normally was, perfectly fine with Artia taking the lead on the dancing. "This is much better," she replied when asked, and she draped her arms lightly over Artia's shoulders, hooking her arms loosely behind her neck for a moment. "You know, this is the first Yule Ball I recall dancing at." She sent those strange eyes of hers around the dance floor. "I always felt like it was too exposed dancing in the middle of everyone."


Scandal smiled, yes the cake that took some doing, but he made it happen “ First deck vanilla, second chocolate, third peppermint, enjoy folks.”


Krice dipped his head toward Gilemdar, acknowledging his apparent awkwardness and similarly dismissing it. Any ill feelings - of whatever description or origin - were unnecessary. With the dance ended and people starting to leave, Krice finished off his final truffle and waited for cues from Talyara that let him know she was once more ready for his company, turning to bridge the space between them in his approach of her.


Talyara smiles once more to Gilemdar as they pair part ways, the little witch weaving her way through the crowd intent on finding Krice once more. She spies him by the food and after graciously thanking several people who congratulated her on her win, finally makes it to the warrior’s side. “I would love to take off these heels now,” she comments.


Orikahn hears that word again! He glances to his claws. There isn't even anything *cute* about them?!


Artia moved slightly closer to Ayras as the other draped and hooked her arms around the neck. "Glad I could be your first to dance with at a Yule Ball then." Moving one hand off Ayras hip to take one of Ayras's into her own. "How about when this song ends, we grab a last drink and get out of here? Find something else to get into? I'm not ready to call it a night, but I am so ready to take these heels off, messed up and wore brand new heels before breaking them in. My feet are murdering me."


Krice totally gifted that last truffle to Talyara instead of eating it, extending his other arm toward her once they were close enough. Wrapping the limb around the witch's waist, he drew her to his side once more, relinquished the truffle, and glanced elsewhere to observe the other guests in their final interactions with everyone else. Talyara's vocalized wish to be free of her crazy shoes inspired a lopsided smirk to the warrior's mouth, lips parting to utter a word in deference before he turned to guide her westward.


Ayras chuckled and nodded. "Yes, after this song, then. And you could have worn some older shoes, you know!" Like Ayras was one to talk. These were brand new boots on her, as well. "But yes, I wouldn't mind stepping away from the crowd, myself. Outside of a battlefield, I can't last long at these sorts of to-dos."


Elioyahazer is quick to catch up with Lanara after her closing speech, giving a light tap to her shoulder. Instead of another guest or caterer, a cinnamon skinned Santa Claus is leaning in to place a kiss upon her cheek - offering a hand in formalities. “It seems a shame for the actor portraying Aramoths favor to not answer your wish.” The beard, the hat, the boots the coat.. All of it still wrapped him up in disguise. “May I?” Now that his jokes are over, his voice has soothed. There is no one else but her; she is his golden goddess. When she agrees, Lanara will find herself whisked away and to the dance floor. Even if the building came under attack, he wasn't going to let that stop this moment. Lanara, finds that she does indeed get her slowdance, just after the king and queen finished theirs.