RP:Frost Garden Party

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Part of the Festival of Aramoth.

Winter Berry Garden

Following the tiny passage through the hedges brings you into a secluded niche, a private garden sprawling out before you as a growing oasis in this frozen land. Bunched so closely together they create a living fence around the garden's perimeter is a sea of Winter Berry bushes, their tiny, snow white berries hanging heavy upon black thorned branches as strange insects hover about them. Upon close inspection, these creatures appear to be a species of bee, blue and white striped and far fuzzier than their warm-landed cousins, with even their wings and antennea coated in the insulating fur. Dutiful as any bee, these insects bustle about the garden, flitting between the various flowers with merry buzzing. Frost-Fire Roses, with their ghostly patterns of azure flames and glistening cloud of pollen, can be seen gathered in regal arrangements throughout, often nestled near patches of Blood Blossoms, strikingly beautiful with their deep crimson petals and toxic-yellow stigma. Other arctic or nocturnal flowers are visible throughout, clearly well tended by a determined soul to allow them survival in this harshest of climates. But most elegant of all in this floral display is the center piece, a Winter Willow, bent with ancient age but regal despite the kink in its thick trunk. Its gracefully bowed branches sprawl in all directions, leafy fingers brushing gently over flower heads and ground alike in an eternal caress, as if it were the loving gardener itself overseeing its charges. A peculiar space is found directly in front of this arboreal sentinel, where snow is unwilling to fall and only a blanket of alluringly scented malanga plants can be found, alongside a man-sized, gray-yellow flower bulb. Not even the waving vines of the Willow crosses into the dead space, always sweeping past it as if brushing against an invisible bowl in the air. Those that enter the ring's borders will feel a subtle, slow draining of their energy, much like the sensation of weakness inflicted on those fed upon by a vampire, and death is a very real risk if they remain too long within the patch of vampiric magic. That is, if the large flower doesn't strike first, as it unfurls fleshy petals and beckons with a tongue-like vine covered in toxic barbs, a bestial purring coming from the depths of its 'mouth'. There is no doubt this sentient plant is carnivorous, and thrives by joining forces with the scented malangas and life-draining circle to entice prey into its murderous grasp. You can linger in and take in the pleasantries and oddities of this secluded nook, or you can return to the path by weaving through the enormous hedge once more.
A Kraken Bloom is here.


Meri slinks into sight, making an appearance for the party that Raphaline was apparently hosting. There is nothing special about the blonde's attire for this party, unlike for the ball. It's just her normal day-to-day wear, except she is also wearing a thick jacket. It was cold!


Raphaline is moving about the area, placing things out while a group of bards are playing. She had found quite a few, some lurking in different areas, dwarves, human and elves, all playing. For the time being, it is the kind of music you would hear in the background, nothing too spirited. No the spirited music would come later. There is an array of food and drinks, and she, dressed in her traveling leathers and cotton, is making her go between everything.


Svilfon wanders in after applauding the victorious Iintahquohae and makes his way over to the food. He tips his hat to the musicians, and also offers a brief smile to those gathered, before plucking at some of the treats.


Meri approaches Raphaline, wiggling her brows and winking down at her friend. "Well hey there, doll. Looks like ya have gone all out."


Misaki slips into the garden. Her eyes were ablaze and her hair was a little messy from the wind from when she was riding. Stumbling behind her, swearing under his breath that he'd never fly again, was Satoru. The two of them were wearing their normal clothes - her, the emerald bodice and black leggings, him the tailcoat and pants.


Raphaline dusts her hand off before turning to Meri with a bright grin. "I had a little help. Couldn't leave something involving bards and dancing to fend for itself." She makes her way over and gives the other woman a playful nudge. "Got a sweet tooth love? Enough sugar here to make your teeth hurt."


Xannol strolls in, as he eyes the others that have gathered. He stays around the outside, watching, observing, relaxing.


Svilfon shifts his gaze just briefly towards Raphaline as he hears her words, the merest ghost of a frown on his lips... should he really risk his last few teeth eating such treats?! But with a nod to no-one in particular, he decides they're too good to pass up and goes back to contentedly eating them. Like most, it seems, he's dressed in his standard apparel: Black robes, looking rather clean, magnificent hat on his head, and beard long and magnificent, if a little unkempt. He was looking forward to this, though. Should be an interesting afternoon.. especially if someone gets too close to that kraken bloom.


Meri glances over the table. It contained nothing that was really to her liking. Tea and sweets? Yeah right. "Mmm, I might go take a gander at whatcha got laid out." Even if Raph is all humble about having help, Meri gives her a wink and shakes her head. "Ya did a good job love." With that said, Meri slinks off toward the table, pretending to look at the options. Nowfaleena appears from the east.


Misaki goes over to the refreshments table, looking over the strawberry tarts in wonder. Satoru just kind of... stood there. Wishing there was liquor. Then again, knowing his mistress, she probably had some stashed away in her bag.


Xannol politely waved to anyone who might look in his direction.


Svilfon tips his hat to Xannol.


Meri had something a bit better than liquor, or so the blonde thought at least. She was just waiting for the right moment. A nod is sent to Misaki and Svilfon, as they both appear to be lurking about the refreshment table with her. Meri finally settles on a cheese sandwich. Who doesn't like cheese? Nothing sweet about cheese.


Xannol tips hits own right back to Svilfon. Hat buddies for a few moments.


Raphaline makes her way over to the table where pots of tea, somehow staying warm are resting, and pours some of the earl grey. With it, she makes her way over to Misaki and Satoru, extending a hand to them both. "I don't believe we have formally met. Well, other than in the Frostmaw tavern, but we were all drunk and fumbling."


Misaki chuckles, grasping the lady's hand. "Satoru there was fumbling about," she corrected, "if you remember him hitting on you." Satoru, next to her, turned his blindfolded face to Raphaline. "I am call Misaki," the avian said, "Satoru here is my partner and companion."


Misaki || "Mistress, it seems you have a letter." Satoru produced an envelope bearing the seal of the Eyrie. "Oh? From Her Majesty?" Misaki was distracted for a few moments, confused.


Svilfon offers Meri a crooked grin in response.


Raphaline grins, wicked and cheeky. "Yes, I remember his attempt at such. But then, he hit on everyone, male and female alike." She lofts a brow at the male before turning back to Misaki. "Seems we all have been enjoying the festivities. And I am curious about your companion and bow." She eyes Satoru again, "And his changing forms."


Meri winks innocently to Svilfon.


Misaki takes the letter from Satoru's hand, mumbling an apology to Raphaline as she opened the envelope. She quickly glanced over its contents, and he eyes went HUGE. "...wow," she breathed. "What is it, Mistress?" Satoru asked. It was obvious why he had to ask... he was blindfolded, after all.


Xannol sneaks over to the refreshments table, deciding what he wants.


Misaki said to Raphaline, "Hm? What? OH, you're interested about Satoru? It would be better to ask him himself - I don't really understand myself why he's able to change forms."


Raphaline turns to Satoru, and having had some experience with the blind, places a hand on his shoulder, allowing him to know where she was in placement to him. She would be sure she stood right in front of him as she spoke, "So, do tell Satoru. How does this all work?"


Svilfon perks up as he listens to Raphaline and Satoru, not doing anything to disguise his interest.


Xolin found his way into the garden now as well to join the fray...or at least that was his original intention. He followed Xannol's example and simply stayed on the sidelines to observe the others, debating to what degree he may involve himself. Normally he might make a bit scene to get a few laughs, but given that there is a certain level of civility that is expected of those who have gathered, he was being cautious. Wouldn't want to make an enemy of any higher-ups here simply because he felt like being funny. Thus, while it proved difficult, he would mind himself for the time being and simply fiddle with his fingers to occupy himself.


Rayala follows the sound of music and the smell of food to what seems to be a party. She wears a golden dress, not too fancy, that may shimmer in the moonlight. Her hair seems white in contrast, rather than blonde. She walks lightly, airily, as though bolstered along by the very air around her -- and indeed, she is. It whispers in her ear, urging courage. The scar across her face flexes with differing facial expressions as she listens, tries to pick out individual voices amidst the din. She remains, for now, accompanied by no one (not even by Ara, who happens to be off hunting at the moment). She wears no cloak, for once, has no hood with which to hide her face, thus, and so despite the beauty of the girl in the dress, she stands awkwardly, all-too-conscious of her very visible face. Neither does she have her pack with her. It has been left somewhere safe, apparantly, and probably in a cave. She carries a staff, with which she taps the ground before her whenever she needs to move -- her eyes for the time being, without her hound to guide her. Nervously, she sweeps her hair to the side with her left arm, balancing said staff precariously under her arm, before changing her mind and shaking her head to let it fall once more in her face. She takes a few deep breaths before taking another tentative step forward.


Satoru nodded his head slightly. "It is... a long story, ma'am," he said, "it would be better to explain if we were both sitting at a table." Misaki sighed, folding up the letter. "...I'll have to speak with Her Majesty once she arrives," she muttered to herself. Just a reminder.


Meri devours the cheese sandwich before moving over to the teapots. They are eyed rather skeptically. When Meri thinks no one is looking, she pulls the top off one of the teapots. A small and clear vial is produced from her satchel as she pretends to try and figure out what type of tea is in this particular pot. This vial is palmed against her hand, top removed, and the contents are dumped into the teapot. It's not alcohol that she is spiking the tea with, it is a clear hallucinogen. No scent detectable for most people. If she manages to get away with it, she will just sort of shake her head, as if rejecting the idea of tea, and moves along. We'll just say she hits the earl-grey. The peppermint tea thus far is safe.


Raphaline could understand his short answer. "Well then, you owe me a date. Drink, story and table. I like new stories, being a bard and all." She hears the sound of footsteps approaching and spots a familiar woman. Dipping her head to Misaki and Satoru, she speaks, "I will be right back." Circling around them, she makes her way over to Rayala. "Hello sunshine. Glad you could make it." She then reaches out to cup the dragon's elbow. "Hungry, thirsty?"


Svilfon decides he must hear that story from Satoru at some stage, but for now he's content to lounge beside the food table, eating snacks. He doesn't pay much attention to Meri, and certainly doesn't notice her spiking of the tea. Instead he focuses his attention on the strawberry tart he picked up, which he's soon munching away on.


Misaki glances over at Satoru. "...you put it quite simply when you explained it to me," she said. "I never told you the full story," Satoru replied, "besides, what difference does it make? You're going to be there to hear the full story. As well as that wiard over there that's watching you." Misaki turned to see Svilfon staring at Satoru and her. She smiled and waved to the wizard... though she never got his name, she remembered giving him hers.


Svilfon offers Misaki a strawberry-teeth-stained smile and a tip of his hat, even as he speaks. "I wouldn't interrupt a date between Satoru the Seducer and the lady Raphaline, though like her I am curious." He grins again as the rest of the tart is shoved into his mouth. But at least he doesn't spill any... he learned that lesson well from the Frostmawian queen.


Meri shoves her vial wielding hand into her pocket, depositing the evidence there. One down. Next the peach water gains her attention. The process is repeated in much the same way, waiting until she believes that nobody is noticed before spiking that drink with the same substance. She'd only hit half, she decided. Some would make the mistake of drinking either the earl-grey or the peach water and end up on some sort of wild trip. The rest? They would just be left in wonder.


Rayala jumps at the voice, as her sensitive ears try to separate the voice from all the other people. "Raphaline?" she says in a small voice that may well be lost. But the touch of the other woman would confirm it. She breaks out in a smile. "Hi, Raph!" She nods. "I'm pretty hungry, actually. I haven't eaten all day. I've been meditating."


Raphaline directs Rayala towards the table of food and drinks, her hand still on the dragon's elbow. "What do you feel like, there are so many sweet things, and then tea." She glances down the table, "Or the peach water if you like."


Meri had made her appearance and shown her support for Raph's party-going ventures...But now that her mischief was complete, Meri was more than happy to duck out of the party. You know, before Raphaline had a chance to actually talk her into a dancing contest. No way Meri would let that be happening. The blonde heads off in search of warmer climates, more then likely Cenril where she'd end up slumming around.


Misaki went over to a nearby table, holding a blank piece of parchment and a quill. She sat quietly, writing with Satoru at her side. Then after a while, she rolled up the parchment, and tied it with a green ribbon. The parchment and the ribbon promptly vanished in a whirl of light. "...may I ask what is going on, Mistress?" Satoru asked. "You'll find out soon," she replied, looking out to the party, "in the meantime, why don't you go have fun?"Rayala is led to the table, where she smells a lot of delicious food. Any irregular smell would be written off as her own senses being unused to being enhanced. She grasps her staff tightly in her left hand, right arm hanging limply by her side. She bumps into the table, murmurs a rushed, "Sorry" to anyone whom it may have bothered, and nods to Raphaline. "I'd love some peach water. How sweet is sweet? Like cake? I could go for some cake." She laughs nervously. "Also, whiskey."


Rayala is led to the table, where she smells a lot of delicious food. Any irregular smell would be written off as her own senses being unused to being enhanced. She grasps her staff tightly in her left hand, right arm hanging limply by her side. She bumps into the table, murmurs a rushed, "Sorry" to anyone whom it may have bothered, and nods to Raphaline. "I'd love some peach water. How sweet is sweet? Like cake? I could go for some cake." She laughs nervously. "Also, whiskey."


Svilfon watched that letter be sent in a manor he too often uses. He raises his hand to his chin, absently plucking a few crumbs loose from his beard, even as he files away that knowledge. Another question to ask Misaki and another time.


Xolin had now had enough. Too dull! This sort of thing was not his scene and the sociological standards that he assumed would be forced upon him given the occasion was a little too strict for him. A heavy sigh would be the conclusion to his thoughts which was soon followed by him simply leaving altogether.


Raphaline moves to grab a glass of the peach water, takes it to the dragon. "Be right back love." She makes her way over to the bards playing and whispers something to them. Suddenly the music picks up into a more jovial, spirited tune. To the crowd there, she calls out, "How about a bit of dance, to see who is the lightest on their feet, aye?"


Svilfon begins to tap his foot in time to the musicians' increased beat. He pulls from his robes a bottle of bloodwine and takes a long drink, before placing it on the table behind him and speaking. "I will." He grins at Raphaline.


Svilfon adds in a quiet voice, "Though, I may need a partner."


Raphaline proceeds back over to the dragon, and with a hand on the other woman's shoulder announces, "Dear Wizard, I think I have a partner over here for you."


Svilfon replies to Misaki, "I am a wizard, I always have lots on my mind, Misaki." It seems he remembered her name. "But not yet. Soon I will catch you and your partner for a discussion. For now, it's time to dance." He tips his hat.


Svilfon offers the dragon a bow, mixed with a tip of his hat and a flourish all wrapped into one - a bow graceful enough for the finest court bard. "Shall we?" He extends her his arm.


Misaki shakes her head. "...suit yourself," she said, turning back to her empty table. Satoru bowed slightly to the avian, murmuring something. Miaki murmured something back with a slightly irritated look. But Satoru remained calm, replying to the avian in his hushed tones. "Idiot," the avian said, "go have fun, already. You don't need to be drunk to do so. Go have some tea or something." Satoru bowed, then turned away from his friend to head back towards the refreshments table.


Kasyr appears from the east.
Kasyr ate a rabbit.
Kasyr exits east.


Rayala tilts her head to the left as her friend leaves to make an announcement. The dragon thus abandons the drink, even before she is volunteered as partner. "um," she says, softly. "I'm..I can't see. I'm not..." she shakes her head. "I'm not the best dance partner."


Svilfon responds to Rayala in light tones, "You do not need to be able to see. I will lead you." He extends his hand and places it briefly on her arm. "You'll do just fine." To Misaki and Satoru, he shifts his gaze just briefly, taking in the pair, wondering again who truly rules, crossbow-woman or the weapon, before shrugging to himself. That is a mystery he would solve later.


Misaki || Satoru poured himself a cup of the Earl Gray tea, and grabbed a strawberry tart. He had such prescision with his hands, you would wonder how he could see with his eyes removed. Satoru then returned to Misaki's table, seating himself across from her as she wrote on another piece of parchment.


Raphaline smiles happy to see Rayala being taken off to enjoy the music. And it seems, head turned towards the boyo, that someone else needed be shown no drink was needed. Without hesitance, she makes her way over to the blind male. "Satoru, love, would you be interested in being my partner this evening?"


Satoru lifted his head from his drink that he was about to sip. Misaki waved a hand at him. "Go on, you fool," she said without looking up. Satoru stood, placing his cup back on the table. "I would be honored, M'Lady," he said, placing his hand on his heart and bowing.


Raphaline gives the man a small salute, before offering him her hand. "Well then, shall I lead or will you?" She wouldn't underestimate him so quickly.


Rayala is stolen away, taking the hand upon her arm. She grins, "Well. In that case," the girl smiles her second genuine smile in about a week, the first having been accomplished yesterday, and the wind would pick up around her, tickling her hair, curling her dress around her body more than it already is, matching the uplift in her mood. "Well, then. Let's do this." She laughs a little."


Misaki || "It would be better if you led," Misaki said without looking up, "Satoru's only good at dancing when he's drunk." Satoru accepted the offered hand and turned his face to Misaki. "...it's better than you, who can't dance at all," he said. Misaki glared at him. "...remember who has your eyes, Satoru," she said quietly.


Svilfon says, "As you wish." His own robes flutter as her dress does, but the wizard is used to strange things. So he is content as he leads Rayala out to the middle of the cleared space, before lifting one of her hands to his shoulder, the other he continues to hold. "Just follow me. I taught Kasyr..." He shudders at that, "I can teach anyone." He offers her a reassuring smile, which isn't as effective towards someone who's blind, before he begins to lead the dragon through a series of simple dances. First stepping across one side of the garden, carefully away from the kraken bloom, before the wizard spins her in a tight circle and leads her back the other way. He is careful as he places his feet, and never pushes the lady, more just guides her slowly. As they return, he stops with one leg slightly extended and dips the dragon low to the ground for a long moment, before he lifts her back, half turning as he does. At that, he pauses and looks at Raphaline and Satoru... their turn.


Raphaline wraps her fingers gently around the man's hand, "Well, you are in luck. I have learned and taught many dances love." She pulls him towards the dance floor, before she carefully places his other hand on her waist. Her other hand is carefully placed on his shoulder, "Now, I will keep it slow, just move with me." She steps back, gliding with all the grace of a bard, so that his move towards her would feel natural.


Misaki || Satoru followed Raphline without much difficulty, though he did kind of feel awkward dancing when he couldn't see. He did, however, manage to keep off of Raphline's toes with every step, which was a plus. Misaki watched the two of them from the sidelines with a slight smirk. She was content just watching people have fun rather join in herself.


Raphaline makes another move, this time in a circle, and with a bit more speed added to it. "You're getting the hang of this, now, you think you can handle twirling me just a little?"


Chakor strolls in late to the party. Walking past all the delicious looking food, he carefully lowers himself into a chair. Sitting slightly askew so as not to accidentally sit on freshly bandaged injury. Relaxation, just what he needed after the hectic game of Sky Tag he had recently finished.


Misaki || Satoru frowned a little. With twirling, he was struggling to keep up. "Um..." he said. Misaki noticed her friend getting flustered and started to giggle. "Having fun there, Satoru?" she called out.


Raphaline continues to move, but offers a gentle squeeze to the man's shoulder. "Do not worry yourself so much." She releases his shoulder, and with his hand on her hip, allows him to feel how he would go about twirling her. She does twirl, in his hand, her own still in his moving with her body before she comes to face him once more.


Rayala dances, moving with grace despite not only her disability but also her clumsiness on land. The man holds her right arm, which is good for gross motor movements, in general, rather than fine. Her left hand free from her staff, which she has left at the table, at first grasps the shoulder of the man before her as intensely as she had once grasped her staff. The wind would further pick up as she is spun. A soft squeal escapes her lips. Leaves from the surrounding area would join the pair, stirred by the wind, as though the wind itself, pleased with the happy feelings being experienced, wants to contribute to the beauty of the situation. As she is dipped, it dies down once more, though the girl feels just as happy. Surprisingly, she feels safe. "It's just like flying!" she says, to no one in particular. She waits patiently while the other pair dances, though she can see none of the action. She shivers in anticipation and as she does, she floats a little, literally swept off her feet by another strangely localized wind. "Sorry," she whispers to the man before her. "I don't control it," she is referring to the wind, once more, "I just also can't control it not coming, either." She laughs, a bell-like sound, lost in the wind. "Let's go again! That was fun!" Svilfon obliges, of course, whirling her again in more simple steps. Rayala finds it easy to follow, for once since being blind, all she needs to worry about is not falling. When he does not spin her enough, she urges, "More spinning!", which he does again, at least twice, "No more dipping, though. I don't want to fall!" Svilfon tastefully dips her once more, at any rate, before spinning her in the other direction so as to not leave her so dizzy. Her left arm at some point flies into the air, and a rose grows from a viney bracelet around her wrist. She offers it, with the bracelet having slipped off her wrist, to the man before her. "I have to go soon" she murmurs. "Also, I don't know if you're supposed to talk while dancing? Sorry if I did that wrong. I get nervous in silence."


Misaki giggles, watching Satoru and Raphaline when she notices Chakor sitting nearby. She stands up, rolling up her parchment, and going over to her friend. "Good evening, Mister Chakor," she said with a smile. Satoru was still uncertain about the dancing, even with Raphaline leading. And once he felt Raphline facing him again, he said, "It seems my mistress is on the move." Not that he was eager to leave Raphaline - but it was his duty to be at his mistress' side. Unless he was ordered otherwise. Which, technically he was. But, details!


Raphaline notices the motion, and then the question about Misaki, so with keen steps, she moves their dance closer so he may be nearer to her without interrupting. "Better?" She questions, keeping their dance close to the table area.


Svilfon quite happily obliges, even as he too laughs, the sound filled with genuine good humour, flowing easily from the jovial wizard. He ignores her apology, for it was not needed; the vampire has seen far stranger things, and in truth, he enjoys this one. He does as she asked, spinning and, despite her words, dipping, and twirls rather easily with the blind dragon, the two moving gracefully, even if the dance is somewhat simple. He doesn't care. It was perfect for him, especially after the hard last few days. As the dance slows, he takes the rose with a smile that could be felt in the tones of his voice as he speaks, "Thank you, lady. And you can talk while you dance, or dance while you talk, there is no wrong and right, I assure you." At that, he reaches into the pockets of his robes and pulls forth a small flower petal, which he in turns places in her hand. "For the dance, lady. And the gift." At that, he spins her one last time... just because.


Chakor smiles "Good Evening Madam Misaki" He replys. Fidgiting in his seat for a more comfortable position he remarks "I see Satoru is enjoying himself. How are you doing this evening?"


Svilfon, freed of his dance partner now, wanders back over to the table filled with food. He absently takes another piece of fudge and watches Raphaline and Satoru with a small grin on his face. Content he is, relaxed, knowing that soon the hounds of battle will once again be baying... but not yet! For now, he can enjoy vicariously the dance they share, even as he reminds himself he'll have to tip those musicians for the fine music they play.


Misaki chuckles softly. "I am doing well," she said, sitting across from the elf, "have you received an invitation to join the Eyrie?" Satoru nodded as Raphaline brought him closer to Misaki. "Much," he replied. He would much rather be at her side but... this would have to do. Satoru decided to take the lead once, lifting his hand and twirling Raphaline around once. Though he felt kind of silly doing so.


Raphaline is glad for the twirl and dance, but she notices his nerves, and chooses to depart. Releasing him, she bows. "For dancing in my little soiree," She slips a small pouch, something she had been handed to be given to all who dared to dance.


Svilfon turns to Misaki and asks, "Did you receive such an invitation?"


Misaki looks towards the wizard and nodded. "...I have," she replied, "from Her Majesty." Satoru released Raphaline and bowed, thanking her in a murmur. He then went to his mistress' side, handing her the bag of coins. Misaki pockets the cash, saying to her partner, "You know, you could take some cash for yourself once in a while, too."


Raphaline chooses instead to invite herself into the company of the odd wizard. This was now the third, or fourth time she has seen him, but never really taken the time to converse. Why not now? So she weaves around others and plops herself down just across from him. "Evening." She flashes one of her trademark grins, "I'm Raphaline, and you are?" Brow lofted in question.


Chakor winces slightly as he shifts in his chair. "I did indeed." he remarks as the bearded wizard interrupts. "I haven't given it much thought though. Haven't really had the time since the Sky Tag game earlier."


Svilfon offers Misaki a crooked grin, flashing his gaps and fangs in equal measure. "I do hope you accept it. I am a wing leader of the clan." Not that he really leads anything. Well, not often. "It is as fine a group of aerial warriors as you'll ever see... and fine too on the ground. We could use you, and your partner in crime." He motions to Satoru with a grin. That done, he turns to Raphaline and tips his hat, "I am Svilfon, Wizard-Knight of Frostmaw, Magister Templi of the Mage's Guild, and as you might have heard, wingleader of the Eyrie." He grins, "A pleasure to meet you, lady Raphaline. Fine it is the gathering you have thrown this day." He offers her another tip of his hat.


Misaki smiles towards Svilfon. "...that letter you saw me send," she replied, "was a letter of acceptance, sent directly to Her Majesty." She shrugged. "I enjoyed flying with a mount. And since I can fly on my own, it'll prove to be an interesting way to fight." She nodded once to Chakor. "...I see. Well, as I was telling the wizard, I have already accepted." She smiled, "Did you not feel invigorated when you were flying?"


Raphaline is not a hat tipper, in fact, she was pretty sure she had never worn a hat before. Instead, she offers him a calloused hand instead, more affectionate to this form of greeting. "Many titles, hm." She mulls that over for a moment before professing, "I saw you were skilled with the dance. Care to indulge a bard with such expertise. It has been too many moons since I had a partner so adept at such steps." She furrows her brow, placing her chin in her open hand as she tries to assess and reason how he might have come by such skills. "However did you learn to dance, sir Wizard?"


Chakor chuckles heartily "Oh I was invigorated alright" Standind up and showing the Avian the his bandaged wound "Maybe a little too invigorated." Flashing a sly smile "I'm sure I'll accept the offer, the clan's reputation is very well known, I just wanted some time to relax before I made my decision." The elf reaches into his pocket and tosses a small piece of rabbit to his feline companion. The lion lets out a pleased growl, then starts to dig in on his fresh meal.


Svilfon returns Misaki's grin with a brief one of his own, "Then welcome, Misaki, and you too Satoru, to the Eyrie." That said, he turns back to the bard and takes her hand in a brief shake; his hands are deceptively soft, he looks after them well considering they are rather important to his craft. "That is not all the titles I hold, lady Raphaline. But we have not all day to hear things I wear only because I must." He nods quickly, before carrying on. "And it would be my pleasure." He bows to the woman gracefully, before offering his hand once more, this time to lead her out. "Wizards must know many things, m'lady. Dancing is simply one of them." There is more to it than that, for sure, but it's all he'd say for now. Instead, he waits, ready to lead her out and dance once more.


Misaki frowns a little, half-standing to examine the bandages. "...I can see if I can heal that, if you wish," she said, "I'd have to remove the bandages, of course."


Raphaline places her hand into his, noting his choice of words, or better yet lack of detail. Ah, a man of few details, hidden behind a wall of many words. She doesn't pursue the details, she would hate for someone to do it to her, and instead, follows him out onto the dance floor. "Well, I am enthralled that you do know how, it shall make for an even more interesting night, aye?" Turning to the band, she orders up a song, one with great speed and beat.


Chakor slowly sits back down "I appreciate the off but no thank you." he commented "It's been so long since I had a decent wound, I honestly missed it." He enjoy the avian's company, she was kind and easy to talk to. "So how long have you been in these lands?"


Misaki sat herself back down. "...since last October," she stated, "I'm not native to this land... I don't think." Satoru sat next to her, silent. The avian glanced at him, then back at Chakor. "What about you?"


Svilfon flashes a bright grin at the increased tempo. This was his kind of song! And with a partner who is a bard, and already shown to be rather skilled, he cannot help but feel a rush of anticipation. "That it shall. Are you ready?" Without waiting for an answer, Svil grabs her other hand and spins, so they are back to back to each other, both arms held out to their sides in a loose grip. He steps then to the right, before crossing his legs and quick-stepping twice back to the left. He releases one of her hands, and spins around, before lifting it high enough for the lady bard to spin also, twisting so now they are facing each other once more. Another grin is sent, before the wizard repeats the same quick steps, once to the left, this time, before crossing his legs as he steps twice to the right, leading her as he does. Pausing just briefly, he pulls himself back a touch, so their arms straighten, before spinning the bard halfway around as he lifts his right hand over her head, so now her back is to him, with her arms crossed, while he holds onto both her hands. Once again they step through the moves, once right, then twice left, before he spins her out, and pulls her back, ending up as they started, facing each other...


Raphaline anticipates his moves quite well, twirling and moving with each step. She had done a dance similar to this among the fire islands, in a land far from here. She was enamored with his expertise, and revealed as much with her jovial laughing and the smile that found a place on her lips. Had it been so long since she had enjoyed a good dance? As they came to face one another, she takes no time in inviting him into a dance she knew to this beat. This one would be started with a step back, to where she would be able to throw their arms straight before stepping in quickly again and drawing them together. Once drawn together, she would draw right arm in while the left would find a way outward. In the direction their arms would point, she would move, first right and left, cross, and then arms relaxed, so that she would lift his above her head and twirl from there, causing the arm not above to cross over her. When she twirls back, uncorssing his arms, their left would drop to the side, and the right now outward for the steps, one, two crossed. All of this done in quick succession once more, before the thrusting and straightening of the arms, before drawing him back in. With a laugh, she asks, "Enjoying yourself?"


Chakor thinks for a moment "I ended up here a few months ago." The elf seems lost in thought for a moment, Remembering the reasons why he was here were painful for him. He shakes it off and flashes a smile "How about we get a drink?"


Svilfon flows through Raphaline's dance with maybe not as much grace as the bard does, but still rather well. As he hears her laughter, he cannot help but join in, ending it with a grin he they continue to step in sync with the up-beat song played by the skilled musicians. To her question, he answers with a reply drowning in joy, "You are good, lady Raphaline, and I am, very much enjoying myself..." He flashes a quick wink before once again taking the lead. This time he spins himself in half a circle while releasing one of her hands, so they are now side by side. Then he begins to step to the left, crossing his feet first in front of each other, then behind while every half step bending his knees a touch. As he nears where the music comes from, he spins the bard in front of himself, twice in full circles she would turn, and in between he switches hands, and leads the steps back to the other side. As they near where the food table stands, he this time spins himself around, his robes flowing out from his body as he turns once, and then, stopping in front of the bard, he wraps his other hand behind her and dips her back, before lifting her up and flashing a gap-toothed grin. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Though, in truth, her laughter is all the answer he needed.


Misaki smiles a little, looking at Satoru. "...Satoru," she said, "why don't you get us some tea?" Satoru stood up. "Yes, ma'am," he said obediently, going over to the refreshment table. He then proceeded to pour three cups of the earl gray tea, and bring them back to the table. Misaki picked up her cup and smiled. "Thank you, Satoru," she said, taking a sip.


Raphaline follows along with his steps, crossing and twirling where need be, enjoying the feel of a new dance. This would be to practice more often, get to know, maybe change a step or two to fit her own movements. As they neared the table filled with food, she finds herself out of breath and ready for a tart and maybe tea for herself? So, as he finishes the last of steps and the music begins to wind down, so does the bard. She comes to a stop, easing into it with each step. "That," She starts to say, "Was exilerating. Thank you sir Wizard. We might have to dance some more, if not tonight some other time, aye? I have a few dances to teach you, and you can teach me some, no?" She glances over to the table full of food, "And after all that, I think I deserve a treat, no?" She winks, parting hands and forms from him before heading over and scooping up a crumpet and a mug of coffee. A little bit caffeine would keep the pep in her step for the night.


Svilfon responds with a bow to Raphaline as the song fades, and offers her a smile. "Thank you, lady bard." He tips his hat, before nodding his head. "We will indeed. I fear I have danced enough for tonight, as my feet need rest if I'm to dance again later..." The way he speaks the word 'dance' betrays he means not one with music and enjoyment, rather battle, "but some time soon, yes. I would enjoy that very much." He bows again, before wandering close to the table. He's eaten enough, and drunk more than enough bloodwine - he's still a little sore from a night or two ago. So instead he merely loiters, content to wait a whiel before heading off back into the wilds of Frostmaw.


Chakor takes a sip of the tea. It tasted funny but he figured that the familiar ight have spiked it with some of that new Ale from the Tavern. Looking around at the event that he was attending, he was happy. A nice relaxing evening with good company, good food, and good drinks. He finally felt like he had found a new home.


Raphaline before the wizard gets too far, she does make her way over, a satchel in hand. "Here, for dancing with me. And having such skill." She places a satchel into his hand, "And a promise we shall dance again."


Svilfon smiles at Raphaline, even as his deft fingers return the satchel of gold she gave him back to her. "Lady bard, dancing with you was reward in and of itself. Use the gold to tip the musicians, instead." He flashes a grin in the wake of his words.


Misaki smiles a little, about to take another sip when Satoru places a hand on the rim of her cup. "...it appears that someone has spiked these drinks," Satoru stated, setting down his glass. "I wonder when?" Misaki asked, "I didn't notice at all..." Satoru smirked a little. "And you're the one with more than one pair of eyes," he said. Misaki threw her cup in his face, splattering him with lukewarm tea. "Shut up," she said, "Two of them are dead." She was talking about the sapphire blue ones that hung from her ears, of course.


Raphaline wraps her fingers once more around the satchel, with a gentle nod. "Of course, all of them shall be well rewarded for their time and great skill." As a bard, she knew the importance of making money for their playing. "I do hope you are careful with your other dancing." Having caught that intonation in his words. To fight was to dance in a different way.


Svilfon nods his head, "Always." Which is a lie, in truth; the wizard worries little about personal safety when he fights. But it seemed appropriate to say, so say it he did.


Misaki looks up into the sky, and stands. "...Satoru," she said, "it is time to leave." Satoru stood as well, remaining silent. Misaki turned and started to head for the exit, but not before addressing Raphaline first. "Thank you for the splendid party," she stated, "and for dancing with Satoru." The human bowed once. "We shall see each other again," he said. And so, the two of them left.


Chakor sets his drink down looking over to Satoru "What exactly is it spiked with?" The elf had had a long day and potentially alcoholic tea sounded nice to him at the moment.


Chakor took another sip of his drink as the Avian left. "Guess I won't get answer" he remarked


Svilfon decides it is time for him to leave, also. He tips his hat to Raphaline, "Thank you, lady bard. For the dance, for the gathering. It was most enjoyable." He flashes a quick grin to Chakor, before turning and wandering off to cause some trouble.


Raphaline gives the wizard a two finger salute. "Same to you sir Wizard. We shall have to meet again, under other pretenses. Take care."


Chakor finishes the strange tasting tea and stand up. Looking over to the hostess who seems to have painted herself blue all of the sudden, he nod's his head. "Had a wonderful time madam." He turns to walk out when he sees his faithful lion flying around the room. Rubbing his eyes he makes for the door. What the hell was in that tea?


Raphaline offers a salute to Chakor as well. As it seems all the guest are departing, Raphaline makes her rounds to the bards who had come and pays them well. Each with plenty enough for meals and food and board for a long time to come. As for the left over food, well, she isn't too sure about all of that. Take it to the tavern for some? Maybe. Or leave it? There was that too. She turns to the bards, "Free food to all." There, best way to do away. The bards would snack and share in everything, that is everything but the earl-grey tea. As for her Raphaline would have her violin case and satchel in hand and depart to a tavern for more music and drinks.