RP:The Resplendent Introduction

Part of the The God of Undeath Arc

Part of the Mearcstapa Arc

This is a Bard's Guild RP.

Summary: Open Invitation to a royal ball featuring the debut of Alithrya’s own Songbird (Brennia) with the hidden agenda of using Brennia’s magic to influence those in attendance to become part of the cult Quintessa charged Reginae with creating for Alithyk Caluss. Things go slightly off the rails after Kasyr's arrival and attempted assassination of the Queen.

As a result of Kasyr's failed assassination attempt, Alithrya is currently on lock down -

-Any 'guests' that didn't make it out of the palace before the lock down can't leave the palace grounds. 
  (Completely up to everyone individually)

-Anyone outside the palace before the lockdown will have a very difficult time getting out for a hot minute 
  (but can pull some sneaky stuff so no one is icly trapped against their ooc will)

Current List of PC Captives: Mathollak, Brennia, Kanna, Gorehilt, Mesdoram

Exquisite Ballroom

Reginae || (Part 1 of 2) Past the Garden Fountain to the north, you find yourself walking through an expansive archway into a large but mostly empty ballroom. It’s dome ceiling encapsulates the extravagant elegance of the castle’s finery. Ribbons of crystals and gleaming pearls drip from the ceiling alongside golden chandeliers. The furniture, while sparse, boasts gold accents and the royal crest embellishments. White, plush lounges and matching chairs line the flawless marble walls. A light film of water coats the polished and painstakingly maintained mosaic stone floors. Ripples of gold and dark jade bleed up through the water underfoot, reflecting pristine scenes of Naga creation lore. Each and every article occupying the ballroom is in immaculate condition; without dent or sign of wear. A spacious, raised stage is carved out in the western edge, gleaming gold curtains draped on either side, for live music or performances for the palace. To the East, another archway invites guests to explore a formal dining room and it’s exotic cuisine. A less welcoming sight, two Naga guards stand sentry at the southern archway, wearily watching any who dare approach the hallowed throne room beyond.

Reginae|| (Part 2 of 2) For the gala, overzealous vases of local flora from the garden grounds are set up on glass topped tables. Crisp, golden roses and slivers of green leaves accent bushels of lush white lilies. Flameless candles ring the vases, creating an ethereal halo of light over each arrangement. The domed glass ceiling is illusioned to appear as if snowy white feathers are drifting slowly down on the party goers. The illusionary feathers vanish upon coming in contact with anyone or anything below them. At the room’s center is a host of dining delights and delicately crafted drinks; each one created to each requester’s specifications. A plethora of waiters dash to and fro, taking orders from otherwise occupied guests who can’t be bothered to make their way to the tables. But all divine details pale in comparison to a small, human sized shelf that hangs on the wall near the entrance. Ten feet from the ground, atop it’s polished mantle, rests a bed of gold and white roses. Jewels of light blink along it’s edge, drawing any idle eye to the event’s main attraction; Brennia Qu'isto. But the promised performer appears to be asleep, dressed in silky ribbons of matching white and gold. Her slumber appears to be enchanted; any and all who might try to wake her will be unable to. Below her perch sits a table with two handfuls of chairs. In front of each is placed a little placard, directing VIP guests to their seats. This is where all of the Queen’s personal ‘guests’ (hostages) are placed, alongside extra security of their ‘protection’ (hostaging), as well as the realm’s leaders and voices, such as the Countess of Castle Blackwell. On the stage sits an orchestra of enchanted golden instruments. Their mild melodies mix among the chatter and introductions of the guests. And, for reasons no one individual in the room can cite, the room is crawling with cats. One particular, all white cat seems to be their ring leader. Some are sleeping on tables, some are gathered in groups near the throne room exit. Two calico cats are arguing loudly with each other on top of the table where Reginae’s captives are seated.

Kanna looks out at the newcomers that come so freely to visit Queen Reginae tonight with a twinge of jealousy in her heart. Three months have passed since she was first kidnapped, and despite everyone’s best efforts to make Kanna feel as though this is her home now, the bardess still feels like a circus hippogriff being paraded at such an angle that no one can see the shackles on their hooves. The only consolation Kanna has had has been the amazing library that seems as though it has rarely been touched since being freed by Q’na, allowing her to fluently read standard draconic and the Alithryan variant of it. Oh, how she wishes she could hide there again instead of being made to act as though everything is fine. Tonight, Kanna is dressed in shimmering gold and silver layers of thin silk mesh that create a train behind her as she walks. The thin layer of water upon the floor has soaked the dress up to her ankles, the sheerness revealing gold heels that have been enchanted to not slip on the unique flooring. Her silvery white hair, usually left loose, has been carefully pinned back in a romantic updo to accentuate the wing-like bow on the small of her back. In the city of serpents, she looks as though she could be the only fae that has ever graced the ballroom’s floor. Her complexion has paled considerably since sudden withdrawal from any and all sunlight, though a dusting of gold blush on her cheekbones does well to distract the eye from this. With a deep sigh and a forced smile, the bardess takes her place towards her designated seat, though she makes no move to sit until the others arrive.

Quintessa arrived a few days before this event to make special arrangements. As an ally of Queen Reginae, the Countess entrusted her security attachment to the Queen’s Guard, though it was only a pair of undead bodyguards- the powerful creatures Quintessa had created and called ‘Glooms’, tall, lanky humanoids with skin like black leather, no eyes, and permanently grinning mouths full of rotten and broken teeth. These Gloom Twins stick to the shadows trying to remain unnoticed, but they never let the young countess out of their sight. The countess in question, Quintessa Blackwell of the Dark Forest, came prepared to dress in a way that honored the Queen, choosing an outfit with lots of bright whites and golden buttons. The knifepleded skirt she wears is very short, almost like a tutu, with a sheer, black bustle draped over it and opaque white tights underneath. Her boots are also white with golden buckles stretching all the way up to her knees, made in a pseudo military style. Her top is also military-esque, long sleeved, and white with black threading. On the breast of the garment, in parallel lines rising vertically, are two rows of five golden buttons, ten in total from her navel to her chest, stopping just short of the high neck styled collar. Tied neatly around this collar is a large, frilly, black bow to match her black bustle and on her face she wears a frilly white eyepatch with an embroidered red heart in the center to cover her left eye, leaving only the blue one visible. One might expect to find on Quintessa’s hip her sinister katana the Jubaku no Kijo, the cursed weapon she was notorious for welding- but it was missing tonight. Instead, more unexpectedly for people to see her carrying is the weapon currently strapped to the changeling’s back, the Larketian marble-headed axe known as the Piecemaker. Why Quintessa has Mathollak’s axe and why she brought it here is a mystery, but it is apparently in the warlock’s possession while she is here in Alithrya. Elegantly, despite the bulky weapon on her back, Quintessa makes her way to her assigned seat in the VIP area, her gaze transfixed on the sleeping avian kept magically sedated. “I have always wondered why the caged bird sings.” The countess casually muses to herself, “Hopefully tonight I’ll finally find out.”

Mesdoram had already made his way into the Exquisite Ballroom before the guests had filed in; as self-appointed body guard of Alithrya inhabitants (as well as Brennia’s bestowed body guard), Mesdoram has taking a liking to his new life here. Standing over one of the many tables, the false drow wears his familiar drow chainmail armor that has now been treated with gold, red, and black to symbolize his allegiance to Queen Reginae and the throne. Scanning subtlety, Mesdoram walks through the growing crowd of patrons, waiters, and honored guess before gazing where Brennia currently slumbers; a very comforting and warm smile dawns his face as he wishes to see his angel perform. His twin dirks rests comfortably around his left hip in case there is any need to show force to drunken guests; however, his days of provoking fights seem to be behind him… for the time beyond. For now, Mesdoram causally grabs treats and drinks as he overlooks the security along with the other Naga guards.

Zahrani is attending this exquisite ball, but not as a guest. Those who know her may not even recognize her. No trace of feline is upon her form. A simple but well-tailored suit covers her torso, allowing her to blend in seamlessly with the other servants of the palace. Her braids are carefully coaxed into a bun, keeping them out of her face. She keeps a neutral expression, avoiding eye contact with anyone she might recognize. Her legs...are currently nonexistent. In their place is a muscular lower body of a naga, citrine scales mutely reflecting the light in the room. The paladin’s aura is also notably absent, a trade-in for an immaculate disguise. She had already worked out an origin story with the other members of the Alithrya Collective, in case any of the guards came sniffing for infiltrators. She notices the cats and the people populating the room, and right on cue with the other wait staff, she slithers gracefully to the VIP table, a bottle of wine cradled gracefully in her hands, and stops by Kanna’s seat. In a clear and respectful voice she asks the white-haired woman, “Can I get you anything to eat, or drink?”

Clovelia slips into the room, uninvited and, for the most part, unnoticed. The nymph dons appropriate attire to blend in despite it being on the lesser, cheaper quality of styles. She comes to see the Queen of the Nagas or a representative that has a moment to humor a nobody of the realm but she did not realize there is a whole event going on. Unsure if the dryad should proceed, the young girl lingers and politely mingles, gauging the situation and the finery.

Kanna looks at Zahrani with a twinge of a hollow smile. Having yet to meet the feline woman in any form, Kanna tilts her head a bit at her respectful approach. What long eyelashes, she admires to herself. "Good evening. Just a glass of water is fine." She says, bowing her head with an equal amount of respect.

Reginae’s humanoid form can be seen circling through various groups of party goers to greet them with high energy and loud laughter. She wears an enchanted level of elation. Long white tresses fall in loose curls against her back. A thick, gold collar adorns her neck, guiding the eyes down to the form-flattering ivory gown. Gold scales are painted underneath the corners of her eyes, matching perfectly with the gold scale patterns intermixed in a serpentine pattern down the front of her gown. Over said gown, she wears a sleeveless long line coat, the gold lining flashing out with each step. It catches light in the same fashion as her regency golden diadem, nestled neatly atop her head. Golden vine-like vambraces adorn her wrists, giving the Queen a battle ready appearance even in such finery.

Quintessa settles in, one long leg crossing over the other as she sits back in her chair. Her blue eye scrutinizes those gathered carefully, lingering on Kanna for a long moment to watch the exchange between her and the disguised Zahrani. She waits until the bardess has made her request to the waitstaff before she clears her throat to speak. “Kanna,” Quintessa’s voice is firm and flat as she addresses her, almost like a parent scolding a child. “What are you doing here?” She doesn’t pay Zahrani any mind, thinking her to be a common servant, but when the Queen makes her appearance Quintessa subconsciously straightens up in her chair.

Zahrani deftly turns towards the nearest food table, gliding past another wait staff and depositing the wine bottle with the others. She comes back to Kanna with a carafe of cool water, carefully pouring a glass for the important guest, "Enjoy your evening." she says with a warm smile. Skillfully passing the water carafe to another waiter that signals for it, the paladin takes a moment to scan the tables. She looks like any other servant looking to keep busy, and she takes the opportunity to gather information on who is here. She glances from the Queen to Quintessa, then to Mesdoram. Upon seeing what has drawn the man's gaze, she glances up to see Brennia sound asleep. Hoping the Avian is okay, Rani makes her way to another table, grabbing a tray with bottles of ale and handing pouring them out to any who request it.

Kanna cannot stop her mask from slipping into a shocked expression when the immaculately dressed Countess approaches. She quickly recovers and tilts her head to the left with a saccharine smile that does not quite reach her eyes. "Well, good evening. And here I thought you would still be keeping tabs on me." Kanna teases, raising one hand to her cheek and scratching the ears of a snow white cat that has jumped on the table. Her eyes flicker to the side, watching the mad queen greet guests, and the naga guards that flank the wall directly opposite Kanna and Quintessa. "I suppose I should ask you the same thing?" The bard bows her head in thanks at Zahrani when she returns, watching her move towards Mesdoram. Hopefully the deflection is satisfactory.

Reginae moves to greet Kanna and Quintessa once they are both seated at the same table. Having no memory of Zahrani, the Queen pays her no attention. If only she knew the feline paladin was shapeshifted into a naga member of her waitstaff! Brennia's bodyguard, Mes, appears to be proximately located, as Reginae would guess since he was now her husband after all. There is no greater motivation for protecting something dear than love. Clovelia is granted access to the room, no invitations or names needed to enter the party. Reginae stops short when she spots Clovelia, and not recognizing her as a guest, stops to greet her. "Welcome, welcome darling. I don't believe we've met?"

Mesdoram , having his fair share of drink and food for the moment, strides casually towards the front of the proceedings where the show surely would be performed. With his back facing his wonderful wife about 20 feet away, Mesdoram stares all professional like in his new colors and gazes out toward the settling crowd. Seeing Kanna, he offers the white-haired beauty an acknowledging nod; to the Queen, a very silly wink, and to the wandering eye of Rani – a perplexed look? Never meeting Zahrani in any form, he offers the ‘Naga’ an interesting stare… and will keep a closer eye on this guest should she act out. He’s way behind on his quota to kill unruly snake people since he’s arrived and will not hesitate to double his kill count tonight should he have to.

Clovelia works her way into the room, a nod here, an ‘excuse me’ there until she can see the grandest table. There is one she may recognize, alias, the one is disguised and out of context from their last meeting so no unwanted recognition is given toward Zahrani. The woman in ivory immediately draws a long gaze. Oh to be that stunning in such rich fabrics and fashions! The ensemble Reginae flaunts is a thing of wonder, until she sees a tail. Nagas don’t exactly make the nymph comfortable. Clovelia keeps reminding herself it’s no different then salamanders and those are nice people so Naga’s cannot be so bad. Besides, she was here for her cause, despite the bad timing. For only a moment, a bit of boldness accompanies the young forest girl up toward the table. She has almost reached the first row of tables just before the royal table of importance. 'Good evening' she starts, remembering to courtsey toward the grand woman. "I am Clove, of Enchantment and I seek a word. I see that you are busy and beautiful. I... Uh... I mean you are stunning in that gown and I would hate to interrupt anything but I come on business your majesty."

Reginae has grown more used to Mesdoram's antics and thinks nothing of his odd behavior. "Kanna, what a lovely gown." She greets her captive as if no bad blood remained between them for her kidnapping. Quintessa is granted a half bow, her guards trusted and welcomed here. "Countess, I'm so pleased you've been able to join us as well."

Zahrani offers Mesdoram a smile. It appears to be a truly genuine one; she could deduce who he has based on what Brennia had told her. The feline-turned-Naga finishes another round of serving drinks to the gentry in attendance. The paladin disappears into the kitchen with some recently finished plates from one table, before emerging again with a lovely charcuterie board requested by another group of attendees. Her keen sense of hearing allows her to glean bits and pieces of info as she busies herself alongside the other servants, occasionally chatting with them in passing. She appears to answer to the name "Aya," the identity she assumed when she began making friends with the palace's most overlooked workers.

Quintessa raises a brow at Kanna’s evasive answer but she doesn't press for a real explanation, instead she smirks and provides her own evasive answer. “Perhaps that’s what I’m doing here; Keeping tabs on you. Did you know the Queen and I are allies?” Quintessa pauses here to turn to Reginea, offering her a smile and a bow of her head. “Good evening, Your Grace.” Only once the Queen moves to interact with another guest does the changeling continue to speak to Kanna. “Caluss has agents everywhere, I know, but it is rather interesting to see you end up back in the clutches of one. You can’t stay out of trouble, can you?” Quintessa’s tone is 100 percent condescending now as the warlock leans into the role of villain. Before Kanna has a chance to respond to that question Quintessa moves on to the next. “Where is Mathollak?”

Reginae turns back to Clovelia at her greeting. "A stunning compliment from a stunning creature." She smiles at Clovelia earnestly, looking her over with casual curiosity. "I would love to hear your business, if it might wait until after the performance? You'll absolutely love it."

Kanna digs her fingers into her palm to keep from screaming out at Reginae, to beg her to return her crown and release her. The human knows better by now, though; any resistance to her stay is met with being confined to her 'room' until she agrees to not act out in front of others, which each stint becoming longer than the last. "Greetings, Queen Reginae." Quintessa's condescending tone nearly makes Kanna draw blood from keeping her nails in her palm so hard, disguised by holding her hands together in front of her chest. "I suppose I have always had a streak of bad luck, haven't I?" She says to no one in particular, turning her head away from Quintessa and Reginae.

Clovelia gives a polite nod to Quintessa as she approaches and her own nerves start to get to her. All this time, she has made goals to find the most influential people to help her mission, however it was not an easy task for such a young woman not used to interacting with such powerful people. She rarely visited her own land’s castle and here she was, visiting far lands’ as if she belonged. A deep breath as her attention snapps back at being addressed again. “Of course, your majesty.” Clove looks around for a table to slink into. A performance? How exciting! And she wasn’t dismissed!! Another courtesy to dismiss herself and become scarce with once it was polite to do so.

Mesdoram ’s ears perk up as he eavesdrops on the growing intensity of Quintessa’s tone at Kanna’s table; alarm bells aren’t ringing quiet yet, but the False Drow acts as the interested observer for now. Seeing Tessa interact graciously and courteously with the Queen does quell his nerves. After seeing ‘Aya’ track back into the kitchen, Mesdoram elects to lean against the nearest structure and continues overseeing any security details that the party needs – thus far, nothing has crossed a line in the man’s mind.

Reginae || In the Kitchens, Zahrani will find a letter pressed into her hand by another nameless waitstaff member. The confines of which remind her to observer and not act, and it's signed with a rough 'K' scratched at the bottom.

Reginae's yet to glean that Kanna's uncomfortable with Quintessa, because aren't we all family here, in the mad Queen's mind? Clovelia is clapped on the shoulder with a cheerful "Wonderful!" in response before she splits away to find Mes. Once the Queen's met up with Brennia's husband, she casts a quick glance to the slumbering bard atop her shelf before whispering her instruction to Mesdoram.

Kanna waits for Clove to move away and take a seat before addressing Queen Reginae. "Your Majesty... Would it be acceptable for me to give this guest a copy of my Enchantment translation?" Kanna asks, keeping her tone carefully light as she adds, "Of course, you may inspect it beforehand." For any notes begging for help, she adds silently. Kanna is not foolish enough to place her trust blindly, not yet.

Reginae whispered to Mesdoram

Quintessa was about to speak to Kanna again but she hesitates and eventually abandons whatever thought she was planning on communicating. Instead Quintessa’s attention fixates on Clovelia and the changeling narrows her eyes suspiciously. Still, the countess returns the fae’s polite gesture and bows her head in return. Afterwards, Quintessa sighs and turns back to Kanna. “Maybe one day our luck will turn around.” The comment was genuine, for a moment the warlock couldn’t help but break character when speaking to her sister-in-law. “I need a drink…” she mutters idly, looking up to wave down a waiter.

Reginae twirls back at Kanna's question, her face softening with boundless affection for her. "Absolutely dear heart." Reginae takes Kanna's hand in her own and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "I know how you love the library and it's works." It would thrill Reginae beyond belief if Kanna might make a friend here.

Kanna turns her head and nods to the bodyguard tasked with watching Kanna, her sweet smile in full force. "Would you be a dear and fetch it for me?" The guard hesitates, and the smile falls. "You wouldn't want to upset the Queen after she gave me her blessing, right?" Any hesitation is gone, and the bodyguard leaves their post to fetch the book. With one less set of ears listening in, Kanna takes Quintessa's hand.

Zahrani would indeed heed 'K's advice. There are no plans for the paladin to steal the show this evening. Either way, her act continues in the background of the event, occasionally taking orders from tables near the VIP "guests". She had already learned much.

Kanna whispered something to Quintessa.

Quintessa ‘s jaw drops a little in surprise when Kanna takes her hand, but she does not resist. In fact, Quintessa flashes a hint on a smile before she looks away. “It’s… good to see you.” She finally admits after nodding at what Kanna had whispered to her. "It's been how long? Months?"

Mesdoram happily obeys Queen’s Reganie’s request and politely bows his head. “Your wish is my command, my Queen.” With his instructions given, Mesdoram begins his journey up mantle to gather Brennia and prepare her for the show. Travelling around to access the elevated mantle where the golden bed currently resides, Mesdoram cannot help but smile downward at his sleeping wife and think wonderful thoughts quietly to himself: it would appear that his professional body guard role has melted away at the sight of Bre. Pushing aside some of the flower petals scattered around the mattress, Mesdoram slowly lowers his head in order to whisper a sweet message only Brennia can hear. “It is time, my angel.” With that, the false drow places a kiss upon the woman’s forehead and begins to help Brennia sit up. Still a bit groggy from the sleeping spell, Mesdoram musters more strength so the groggy Brennia may lean against her husband as he navigates Brennia backstage to prepare for the grand reveal. For now, Mesdoram will stay backstage along with his wife until the time to socialize becomes readily available.

Kanna releases Quintessa's hand as the bodyguard returns with one of the requested tomes in tow. "Yes, it was maybe three weeks after we last saw each other that I was invited here?" Kanna answers idly as she looks over the book. Descending from the VIP area, Kanna approaches the seated Clove. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but overhear that you hail from Enchantment. I recently translated a piece of old fae lore that you may be interested in. The willow dryads that relayed the events to the lorekeepers at the time."

Kanna gave 1 Bittersweet Romantic Fairytale to Clovelia.

Clovelia looks around at all the faces she has not encountered before. Her memory isn't so good with so many new faces at once. While she places her tush in a chair, she wonders what this book is that is being discussed but that is a background thought to all the hustle and bustle of the event going on. To the table she joined, she politely greets the members, smiling half apologetically, and half happily. None seem too displeased at her joining, far as she can tell. Finally, her attention spreads, people watching and learning.

Kanna gave 1 Bittersweet Romantic Fairytale to Clovelia.

Reginae, regrettably pulling herself away from the lively conversation, calls the ballroom’s attention to the main stage with a magically amplified voice and a glaringly bright center stage spotlight. “Welcome once again to this grand ball, held in the honor of our lovely guests,” Her pale gestures to the table full of her captives and allies. For those who may notice, the shelf where Brennia’s sleeping form once resided is now empty. “Truthfully, I could not wait to introduce my new family…among which, include my lovely little songbird, who will be performing for us tonight. A rare treat.” A smile grows on her pristine features. “She came into my life and on the eve of my greatest darkness, brought me back to light. She inspired me to create this family, this ball.” Her azurite eyes search for Quintessa, her companion in Alithyk Caluss’ employ, before she continues. “May you love my darling dove as much as we all do.” Reginae steps away from the voice magnification device and gestures to an empty space on the stage.

Quintessa catches Regi’s gaze and she falls dead silent in anticipation of Brennia’s song. She’ll try to chat more with Kanna later.

Zahrani notices Quintessa signal for a drink, smoothly grabbing a tray with one of each option available. A polite bow is given to the Countess, before the paladin speaks, "Good evening, ma'am. We have water, ale, red wine, and a lovely mixed drink." The panther's customer service voice is quite charming. While she waits for the changeling to answer, Rani calmly takes in the impressive garment Quintessa wears. The panther silently concludes that a cool black with green accents would look nicer on her.

Clovelia looks up to Kanna, realizing she's been spoken to. "Oh?" she curiously slipped. "That would certainly be an interesting read. The willows are a complicated bunch, I'm sure they knew much more than most. Do you believe it to be lost from our royal library? Well, either way, -I- am curious. Old stories are great, even the less romantic ones..." From there her voice trails as if she is recalling reading a war tail or two.

Brennia appears in a cloud of smoke, dressed in a low backed, sleeveless dress. The mermaid style compliments her more slender frame these days. Sequined strips of black and gold make her stand out from the rest of the gold and ivory decor. Long black gloves cover her hands, scrunched just below her slender elbows. Her black hair is crimped in tight, classic ringlet curls that hang over her shoulders. Teal eyes cast out to the gathered crowd but there’s something off about her stare. Like she’s not absorbing the people or things with familiarity. The Queen’s introduction garnered a light blush and bashful smile from the avian before her gloved hands rested on the voice amplifying orb and it’s stand beside her. Every musician on stage behind her readies their instruments, waiting for her cue to begin. She pushes her black hair behind long pointed ears. The first melody begins slow and serene, with a lone piano setting the pace for the other musician’s to follow. But it’s clear once Brennia’s beautifully painted, plump lips part, her raspy alto timbre voice dominates the room. Not a trace of magic to be felt from it’s presence, beyond the magic of a master of their craft.

Quintessa said to Zahrani, "You don't happen to have bloodwine do you? I know, curse my Vailkrinese palate- if not red wine is fine."

Kanna murmurs as the introduction to the song begins, “Yes, when preparations were being made to swear in Queen Lanara and King Tiber, the book was found inside of the castle itself instead of the library…” She waits until the violins swell for her to bow her head. “If you will excuse me.” She says, taking a quick sip of water and placing the glass on the table, where two cats proceed to butt heads to get to the glass water when there is perfectly drinkable water all around them. Her white and gold dress perfectly contrasts Brennia’s black and gold dress as she climbs the steps. Removing her own amplifying orb from within her dress, she sings, “Call my name, through the dream, and I’ll hear you scream again…” Kanna’s sweet soubrette harmonises with Brennia’s dramatic alto right on cue, giving the song a chilling, almost otherworldly tone as they approach the chorus and the human moves towards the avian. The stage’s platform has been constructed in such a way that when Kanna takes her place, the difference in height between the singers is lessened and less distracting as a result. The shimmering white feathers that fall from the sky shift with a high note from the piano, turning golden as the two harmonise through the chorus. “Black hole sun, won’t you come to wash away the rain? Oh, black hole sun, won’t you come? Won’t you come…”

Zahrani ponders for a moment, thinking about some pointers that Kadiir gave her about gauging people's palates. No bloodwine was available unfortunately, but the paladin does have a bottle of something nice at her disposal. Carefully taking the wine glass from Quintessa's seat at the table, she measures out a glass of red liquid that she thinks the changeling may enjoy. She quietly hands the Countess the glass, which is now filled with a red wine that had been aged in a bourbon barrel. Not necessarily bloodwine, but a nice combination nonetheless. She does not speak, allowing the guests of honor to focus on Brennia's performance.

Clovelia flips throught he pages as Kanna murmurs, a little surprised that the book managed this far. That could mean (?!?!) "Wait!" she lowly shouts but the song has covered her exclimation too well for the gifter to hear. A hand moves to softly deter the cats from drinking the water just in case Kanna returns. Now the other has started her harmony and the book, now in Clove's lap, is shut for another time. She listens to the artists melding, lightly shivering at the perfectly pitched notes from time to time.

Quintessa lifts the glass slowly to first inhale the scent and then to try a taste. She considers it for a long moment and then she nods her head. “Oh, yes, you can leave the whole bottle.” Not only that she’d be trying to figure out how to get some for her castle back home once the party was over. “Thank you. This was a perfect solution.”

Mesdoram , having done his small part in tonight’s proceedings, arrives back at the ground level where he can fully enjoy the music being sung by Brennia and Kanna. Never hearing Kanna sing before, he offers the human an approving nod in appreciation for her craft and singing alongside his wife. “Very beautiful, you two.” Truly a much less vicious Mesdoram stands before everyone tonight; long behind him are his vindictive ways and vendettas fueled by his former master. Still… something seems slightly off in this moment. Maybe his eyes are too soft… or his smile is fading too rapidly… something appears to bother Mesdoram in this joyous event. Nevertheless, Mesdoram quirks his head suddenly and procures his preferred whiskey from the nearest waiter. “Thank you sir… now leave the bottle if you don’t mind.” Mesdoram begins sipping straight for the bottle as he wonders around the ballroom floor as he allows the ambience of Brennia and Kanna to fill his troubled psyche – bobbing his head left and right with every powerful crescendo the duo perform.

Kasyr carefully tugs at his midnight blue tie, trying his best to ease up on the freshly constricted knot. It's annoying, really- he'd spent so much time getting presentable, going so far as to set his beaten trenchcoat and scarf aside, and replace them with an elegant black spidersilk suit, and yet now here he was. His hair already slightly askew as though trying to reassert itself into a disshelved state, while his tie reduces itself to a tightly fitting noose. It's only as an afterthought that he removes the hand of his snack from it's deathgrip upon his clothes- neatly folding it over their chest, before the vampire applies an altogether uncurteous boot to the body to nudge it out of the sight. A practical decision, he reasoned- t was, after all, better to arrive on a full stomach, then to avail himself of any hospitality- if Khittis report had been correct. And, for not the first time that evening, the swordsmans form flickers in a small spark of electrical energy- drawing him up in a cloak of lightning that sees him swept up, so that he might make a fashionably late entrance to to the elegant ballway- a small shower of sparks meant to herald his arrival, before any servants or pages can manage the job. Though- to the swordsmans credit, despite the general lack of foresight involved in his own arrival- he does do something right. Specifically, his energetic appearance takes place a foot or two in the air- a courtesy meant to avoid any unpleasent interactions with the somewhat moistened floor. Instead, he descends on a swiftly summoned stairwell of swords- the likes of which fade away in his wake. "Well, this is- " ...Why are there so many cats? Really, even the fact that Quintessa is here registers second to this fact- especially given, "Oh, you little traitor." Yeah, he's just going to bee-line towards his missing companion.

Reginae|| All the cats in attendance seem to have some level of respect for the performance. They quiet down and don't rudely stroll across the stage while Kanna and Brennia sing.

Zahrani offers a polite nod, leaving the bottle next to the Countess before withdrawing with her waiter's tray. The feline is certainly committed to the bit, if it means gathering more information about what the heck is going on. She occasionally glances at the stage, listening to Bre's voice with a twinge of melancholy. Despite her feelings, she has work to do, and do it she does, scanning for any hands signaling for assistance.

Kanna finishes the duet with Brennia, and moves off-stage for Brennia to have the song about matters in love all to herself. She knows the avian is excited to dedicate the song to her newlywed; it's not like Kanna would understand such matters herself to convey the lyrics properly. Another song, and Kanna will step in to relieve Brennia so she can prepare for the finale song Queen Reginae requested.

Clovelia gently applauds whilst making eye contact and smile toward Kanna when she steps away, as she does not know Brennia at all. The young one very much enjoyed the duet but now attention drew to the solo.

Mesdoram , equipped with some liquid courage, now has relaxed a bit more and applauds the performs from Kanna and Brennia. Searching through the seated crowd, the man signals in the air for the nearest wait staff and holds his hand high. Though, he is hoping to only interact with the Naga he doesn’t know… and appears to be shooing away everyone that isn’t Aya – he can wait as long as it takes.

Kanna applauds as Brennia finishes her piece and moves to rest her voice for the finale. In the meantime, however, Kanna will take her own solo. Similar to the other songs, the dark lyrics that are meant to be paired with more intense instrumentals take on a more haunting, yet romantic tone when sung by the bard with the accompaniment of the violins and piano. “For the pain and the sorrow caused by my mistakes… won't repent to a mortal whom is all to blame…” Even without the aid of magic, the loneliness and remorse in her voice is palpable. “Now I know I won't make it, there will be a time we'll get back our freedom… they can't break what's inside. I'll face it 'cause it's the heart of everything…” The instrumentals swell, with the golden feathers stopping in mid-air and floating upwards around the stage as Kanna launches into the chorus. “Open up your eyes! Save yourself from fading away now, don't let it go… Open up your eyes! See what you've become, don't sacrifice! It's truly the heart of everything…”

Reginae would only be able to tear her attention away from the stage during the brief break to reset instruments after Kanna's part in the performance. Her eyes shine with pride and admiration for her guest's involvement. Kanna and Brennia performing together! When the Queen does scan the room again, she catches sight of Clove, followed shortly by the odd appearance of a familiar ally from an age long past. Kasyr? Her azure eyes dart around in search of Casper. Where'd that cat get off to?

Zahrani turns to see Mesdoram signaling for a waiter, then shooing away waitstaff that happen to not be her. Taking a tray with a whiskey, water, and some hors d'oeurves, she calmly glides past a rather flustered waiter, adjusting her tie upon approaching the drow. With a well-practiced naga accent, she says, just loudly enough for him to hear, "Good evening, sir. Can I get you anything?"

Kasyr is in the midst of trying to decide whether to admonish Casper, or find an adequate item to bribe her with- when a question sees been Kensai and cat turn their head at the same time towards the sound of the voice. To say that his expression undertakes a journey would be an understatement, given that his often practiced neutrality fails- surprise flickering towards confusion, than suspicion, and then finally settling on a bemused sort of resignation. With a wry roll of his eyes, his attention flicks back to the lounging feline- a brief cant of his head in the direction of the changelings table made, in tandem with a, "I bet she'll bribe you with treats, you little weasel." The response to the idea of treats isn't quite as excitable as the swordsman was hoping, given the rather luxurious state the cats been living in- but after a few moments, Casper does finally deign to follow after Kasyr as he takes a seat near Lady Blackwell, "We seem to run into each other in the most particular of places, madamoiselle." The comments lighthearted, and the Kensais more than happy to allow Kannas song to overtake the silence- and to drown out the subtle feeling of being stared at.

Mesdoram looks up to the Aya with a very curious look upon his face – not a drowen scowl he used to dawn, nor an angry ‘what took you so long’ look in his eyes. Rather, a very keen and studious look up and down at the disguised feline. “Well, I could use that bottle of whiskey for now the time being… but…” The False drow stands up to size up this waiter in front of him. Mesdoram lowers his tone in a stern whisper where only the two of them can hear. After whispering the somewhat harsh words to Aya, Mesdoram shifts back into bodyguard mode while sipping his newly freshen whiskey drink. Maybe Mes is being overly cautious – but he inquires anyway.

Mesdoram whispered something to Zahrani.

Quintessa smiles at Kasyr, a small, cheeky thing mostly in reaction to his greeting. “Aye, that we do. It’s almost like we run in similar circles or something- though I never expected to see you here in Alithrya. Did you come to see Queen Reginae’s famous Caged Dove perform as well? I’ve got to say, a duet with Kanna of all people is quite the surprise.” How easy it is for Quintessa to pretend that there is nothing wrong in the world. “Help yourself to the wine if you like,” She gestures to the bottle and empty glasses at her table.

Kanna finishes the vocalizations of the ending and takes a bow as the silence overtakes for a moment. At least her obligations here are done. The sooner Brennia's finale is over with, the sooner Kanna can find a quiet room to feel sorry for herself in.

Brennia || For the last song of the evening, the grande finale, a lavishly large golden harp is wheeled onto the stage and placed beside Brennia. A slight naga woman rushes to include a small, matching stool for the avian to use in her performance. She half bows to the crowd before taking her seat. Brennia kicks off the song from the elegant dance of her nimble fingers upon the harp’s pearlescent strings. It was a soft, slow ballad and her voice joined in the accompaniment. The bardic magic weaves through the lyrics and harp strings, acting as a warm balm, inviting those who feel out of place or lost, into a long embrace. Anyone touched by the magic would feel a strange sense of wholeness. A completeness that sutures any loneliness or feeling of loss or misdirection. The avian’s rich voice, dancing a confident yet wide range of notes, magics the listeners to feel an overwhelming blend of familial love and inclusion that some might find overbearing. Behind Brennia’s lovely voice and the singing chords of the harp, a host of stringed instruments begin to hum and grow. The entirety of the orchestra finds purchase in the notes, each instrument similarly enchanted to give each member of the audience the same feeling of inclusion and boundless love and acceptance. It drives all who hear it to crave more of that feeling and Brennia’s song. Her voice becomes the only clarity in the madness of one’s own mind and heart. And in one single song, Brennia draws any influenced individuals into the promised Cult of Caluss.

Reginae || OOC: Brennia's bardic magic will heavily influence anyone without prior knowledge or experience with the villain Caluss to seek it's praise and promise of power and peace. ||

Kanna watches Brennia’s performance with a soft, genuine smile gracing her face as the gentle strings pluck away at the strings of her heart. The bard sways in time with the melody, the feeling of inclusiveness starting to take hold of her. Then, the image of Caluss appears in her mind. Suddenly she is back in the Chaos Realm as the twisted insectoid’s smile leers down at her, and ice cold phalanges brush her restrained face and call her the name of its first scorned love, giving her promises of ruling Lithrydel at its side… forever. Kanna jolts forward, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep herself from retching what little is in her stomach. The charming song fails, and the violent reaction she has to it is enough to distract those who see her in the shadowed spot just below the raised platform.

Zahrani whispered something to Mesdoram.

Clovelia is an outsider. Perhaps she is interpreting too much into the lyrics of the song but something nags at her heart in a solemn way. She glances down at the translation in her lap, brushing the ends of the whiskers thoughtfully during the song transitions. Once again the music starts, this time with a harp that casts away any of the remaining sadness. Like a child's lullaby at bed time, Clove is feeling the spell weaving take over while still caressing the book's spine. She glances a few pages into it, spot reading as if the answer to her completeness is inside. The passage /He offered her the most beautiful flowers that would never perish, all the riches a god could possibly give a mortal, everlasting life as an undead./ caused an internal swoon. How romantic…

Zahrani places the whiskey bottle on Mesdoram's table as he requested, maintaining a polite poker face at his whispering. With a calm smile, the feline whispers in response, her voice a mid-tenor. Probably not the words he was expecting, but she offers a polite nod, before withdrawing. She turns towards Brennia as she sings; perhaps it was the transformation, coupled with the simple fact that she misses the Avian, but she definitely felt something.

Kasyr considers the casual air in which Quintessa highlights the event, and the simple surprise at -his- presence here. "Our business does tend to align, or at least, intersect. I gather, however, that it's not simply pleasure that brings you here?" He pauses, partly to allow the question to soak in- and partly because Casper decides that's the most auspicious time to pounce into his lap, and then plop her paws up onto the table as though he were a a seat, and she- an honored guest. He seems to take this in stride, however- a firm pat that briefly ruins her imperious image as he adds, "I used to frequent this place quite a bit, given odd political alliances, alongside some guild business. I still find myself drawn to the culture, however- when I'm given a heads up on something noteworthy in the works, au moin." And he would have left things there- were it not from the sinister symphony that rises in the background. The notes which seek to find purchase in his senses, to latch onto his loneliness, his isolation and dissapointment- only to dash upon the rocks of reality. Because whatever subtle meaning lay vested within that song, it fails to find purchase. Kasyr, after all, is not an ingenue to Caluss ways- having commited himself to opposing the deathly deity. And so he sits there, as a feeling of righteous indignation and dread wrestle within his heart, without a clear source. A deepening unrest that sets the air around him abuzz with a static anxiety.

Quintessa did not know this party was a ploy to pull in more followers for Caluss but she instantly recognizes it for what it is. She inhales and exhales slowly, her sapphire gaze drifting back over to Kasyr. Surely he’d recognize it too and she knew his position on cultists. This was probably going to be trouble. Quintessa is of course immune to the charming effects of the song, having grown too personally acquainted with Caluss’s powers. Her position was set, so instead she hangs back and just watches everyone’s reaction. Quintessa would not dare give anything away until she was sure Kasyr knew one way or the other. “Yes…” Quintessa utters to fill the void, “It’s lonely, isn’t it? The work.” Somehow Quintessa thinks Kasyr will understand what she means. “But we have to do it.”

Kanna forces herself to swallow the bile in her throat and downs a glass of water before walking over to Reginae. Her eyes are terrified and wild, but just barely hidden under a veneer of high-society politeness than can go unnoticed so long as Kanna keeps her eyes on the stage. "Your Majesty, correct me if I'm wrong, but Brennia is weaving an enchantment into her playing, no? I thought the harp was one of her main instruments of playing, she doesn't need to cover up her talent with such a spell, right?" Of course not, Kanna has been a bard from birth, and knows damn well that this is not a simple enchantment made to enhance the quality of the music, but she needs to hear it from the Queen herself.

Mesdoram doesn’t quite know what to reach for first: his newly provide whiskey… or one of his twin blades just itching to be produced and join in on the fun. But before he can get to the planning stage of his retort, Brennia’s harp fills his soul with bliss and suddenly… his mind reminisces about the first time she witness her play the harp in his dreams – a memory he will cherish forever… but something is different in this song as the Naga sings: a foreign feeling begins making the drow happy? And for what exactly… this was a different euphoria filling his veins… and a name displays itself inside the ice cubes of one of his drinks… Caluss. Quirking his head at his drink and back to where Aya was standing, Mesdoram pounders if this new waiter has overstayed her welcome by spiking his drink. Not satisfied with this new thought, the music combined with this treachery brings back some rage from his former life. “What trickery is this?” Mesdoram says in a cold menacing voice… clearly the song is confusing the false drow… hopefully he doesn’t get into a stabby mood.

Reginae || When the last notes of Brennia’s song ring out over the captivated crowd, Reginae jumps to her humanoid feet to clap and call Brennia’s name with dazzling volume. The Queen dabs at her eyes with a white handkerchief, so moved by her lovely songbird that she can hardly catch her breath. And Kanna’d performed too! Her heart is still exploding with that knowledge! As Brennia bows and disappears backstage to, no doubt, wait for Mesdoram, Reginae moves back towards the guests’ table. On her way, she spies Clovelia once more and attempts to drag the druid along for the ride. Kanna’s book still rests in the other woman’s hands and serves to continue her joy at the performance's success. “Tell me truly, what did you think?” Reginae stops beside Kas and Quintessa places at the table to eye Casper oddly and repeats her question to them as well. “Oh, don’t you think that was marvellous?”

Reginae blinks at Kanna's question, her smile firmly intact. Brennia's lack of bardic ability was the reason the harp was such an integral part of the party planning. The avian had seemed embarrassed by the confession that she no longer had her own bard powers so Reginae wasn’t going to out her here and now in front of Caluss and everyone. “It is just an instrument, to enhance her natural powers.” She promises, knowing it to only be a half truth at best. “Surely, she told you?” If Brennia hadn’t confessed this to Kanna, who was Regi to do so now?

Zahrani looks to Kasyr, then back to Mesdoram, who is clearly getting angrier and accusing her of trickery. She takes a look at the whiskey bottle, reaching down to sniff its contents. No obvious signs of tampering. That's when she realizes; the music. Turning back to the angry drow, the feline puts on a more serious face, responding to his question, "I was hoping you could tell me..." She turns back to Brennia and the orchestral arrangement, before looking at Mes once more, "Do you feel that as well? I thought it was just me..." Something is very wrong, and its power is intoxicating. Who could she even trust anymore at this rate?

Quintessa looks up at Reginae, what little color the changeling had in her face drained away making her as pale as the dead. “Yes, my Queen,” Quintessa responds, “I haven’t seen a performance this grandiose in a long, long time. Thank you for inviting me.” The changeling reaches out to stop her if she tries to leave. “Excuse me, your Majesty, but I have other business to discuss with you in private before I head back to Vailkrin. I’m certain we’ll find time in the following days.”

Clovelia 's attention is diverted as the Queen claims her for the moment. The book closes with a thick thump. "Everything is beautiful." she purrs as teenagers do. "That last song..." How could she put this in words, "It's like I went on a trip and my suitor was so amazingly attending all my wants. If men in life truly existed like this, well...." She realized her original intent for arriving at this ball and buried the feelings that still lingered.

Kanna forces a smile and nods along, fighting down the feeling of wanting to cry or vomit or both. She was lying. Kanna knew what bardic enchantments were supposed to feel like, and this was definitely an influential kind. Not knowing what the enchantment was meant to do nor why terrifies her more than anything else. Suddenly, she remembers what Quintessa said about being an ally of the Queen, and her stomach churns again. “I see. Well, please excuse me, as I’m feeling rather fatigued from my performances.” Kanna sidesteps and takes the arm of her guard. “One part nightshade to three parts lavender to two parts herbal tea. Go.” The dosage was going to be enough to put Kanna under for more than a day, but with the way her heart is racing, she was going to need it. Catching Quintessa’s eye, Kanna mouths ‘pixie rosebay’ to her again. With her book of Larketian flower meanings left in Khitti’s home, hopefully someone would understand what it meant.

Reginae could never deny Quintessa an audience. Not after her kindness in uniting Reginae and Caluss, in filling the gapping hole where her mind really ought to be. Gospel’s spell still left it’s whispering mark on the Queen’s mind but Caluss’ was a welcomed, booming distraction in Gospel’s place. “Countess, it would be my pleasure always.” Reginae’s gaze lingers too long on Quintessa’s.

Reginae leans over to kiss Kanna gently on the forehead. "You performed wonderfully my dear, rest well."

Mesdoram finds little comfort as Aya investigates his drinking glass, staring at her every move and keeping his hand steady on his hilt… but when she mentions the music, much of the rage he feels subsides – his face being replaced with a perplexed look now. “Music?” The false drow takes his gaze off of Aya in order to look up to Brennia who is no longer there. “Bre…?” Mesdoram whispers loudly before repeating her name in more rough tone. “… Bre?!” Mesdoram takes two strides towards the back and politely excuses himself from Aya. “We are not done yet with this conversation, Aya. Meet me in…” Lowering his voice, Mesdoram offers Aya a location where they can meet – only offered to Aya’s ears. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must have words with my wife.” Adequately explaining himself, Mes journeys himself to backstage where he seeks words with Brennia.

Kasyr s' cat hasn't survived this long by simple circumstance, though a copious amount of fortune is at play. No, what's truly continued to keep the feline fit as a fiddle has been her habitual penchant for making herself -scarce- when things are getting tricky. Which, in this case, means she takes one long look between Kasyr and Tessa, and then promptly -bolts across the room, weaving a wild route between the feet of starstruck servers. Specifically, the pale white cats venturing towards the decorative fountains, and then past it, to perch on whatever is suitably elevated off the ground, and hopefully out of sight. Kasyr, for his part, has mostly survived out of a rather vicious penchant for violence- and yet, despite the dawning comprehension trickling into the peripherary of his senses, as a familiar sense of 'communion' forms around him- he stays his hand, though the voice that's reserved for Quintessa is subtly flat. "True, but working yourself to the bone is dangerous to your health. Sometimes you ought to convalesce for a while, non?" And he's prepared to ask something further, when their table is greeted by their illustrious host, who seems absolutely enthused by the performance. "...Which we was that, anyways, Tessa?" Something glints, a cufflink slipped from the sleeve of his coat to between his thumb and forefinger- before dancing across his knuckles in a simple sparking display, as he does his best to assume a painted smile for Reginae. A smile that doesn't align with the words that breach his lips, "I'd say you might want to execute the composer. Unless your goal was to translate the act of excreting into a sickening symphony." He can't stop himself, that faint thread of zeal that normally lies buried cropping up in a special kind of indignation, "Peut-etre, No- You're right, it is marvelous. A truly memorable experience, given- I'd forgotten what it was like to feel sick to my stomach to that degree." The cufflinks travel quickens with his words. "Leaving so soon, Tessa- I would have thought you'd want to witness your works."

Reginae | At Clove’s response, Reginae laughs boldly. “Don’t rate men too highly.” She winks gleefully. On the back of Quintessa’s question to an audience, Clove also mentioned business. “As I hiss and breath…” Reginae sighs at Kasyr and his troublesome companion. “To what do we owe such a rare pleasure Twin King?”

Clovelia gets a good account of the room as she wanders through with Reginae. A conversation here, a comment there. Something went wrong, or maybe right? She's confused. Some seem upset, however she was not near or intuative enough to catch why. She waits patiently at the heels when a girlish giggle escapes in response. Another request for a private audience to the queen just causes more confusion in the muddied brain the young girl had. She desides to follow as directed until dismissed.

Kanna smiles weakly as she is dismissed by the Queen, and shakily takes her drink from her guard before giving him a quiet instruction to escort her back to the guest quarters. The prisoner cells. Kanna wanted to believe that Reginae was just eccentric and Brennia was playing along because she was experiencing some sort of affection for her captor. Suddenly, she remembers a conversation she had at the underground beach a few months ago, when she had first been allowed to roam Alithrya with supervision. Kanna had lied to protect Brennia at that time, but now she knows what she has to do. Kanna has to tell Lhyrin that their target is here for the killing.

Zahrani listens to Mes's whispers, before nodding and cleaning up the man's table. She sneaks a glance to Kasyr and Quintessa's exchange, noting the man's words in particular. At least she isn't alone in her concern. Caluss's influence is growing, and it doesn't bode well for the living. The feline has a lot to say to Kiemali. She continues to tread (for lack of a better term) lightly for the remainder of the evening.

Kasyr said to Reginae, "I had thought, given my own recent return to politics, that I owed you the courtesy of a visitation. I felt remiss that business had sundered our paths in such...opposing directions. Especially of late, it seems."

Quintessa catches Kanna’s eye and nods in her direction, she would not forget the bard’s request. Returning her attention to Reginae, Quintessa finds herself transfixed in her gaze… that is until Kasyr snaps her out of it, and it flickers back to the kensai. She wants to leave now but she can’t, not after he’s called her out. “We.” Quintessa repeats, “You used to know my goals but now you’re not so sure are you?” The warlock doesn’t care that she’s saying this in front of the queen. “And you know me, I’m always so proud of my work as well.

Reginae || Kas’s words slap Reginae across the face with sobering severity. Her gleeful smile twists into one of effort, telling of lacking restraint. “Years apart and this is how you come to greet me?” A threat idling in the shallows of her tone before a laugh trickles between her parted lips. Time and madness distorted the memory she’d associated with him. Hadn’t he been pleasant once? “I’d love to extend the visit but I’ve promised my attention elsewhere. Do be safe traveling home.” Across the room, Reginae locks eyes with her Queen’s guard, Yozenra. Yozenra’s face falls to Kas before she slowly starts to make her way across the expansive ballroom in his direction. Reginae leans apologetically over to Clove, “Forgive him,” she whispers, as if Kasyr’s behavior warranted her apology. “Have you far to travel home this evening? Would you perhaps mind a room in the palace for the night? So we might discuss your business as well, beautiful?”

Clovelia just kind of glances between Kasyr and Reginae and their back and fourth. This clearly is not a conversation she is to pay attention to but darn if it isn't fascinating. Feigning her best attempt at ignoring the glaringly obvious, she nods her forgiveness. "I am ok." she states. Arrangements had been made due to her not realizing there was a whole ball and absolutely expected to be dismissed for the commoner she is. "Your generosity is appreciated. If you need, as you are a very busy woman, I can return another day, at your convenience?" The least she can do to show respect to this Queen.

Reginae gives Clovelia the gentlest of smiles. So polite, she was. “A room is yours, should you wish it. I’m afraid I may need to attend to this pressing matter but promise you will come back?”

Kasyr quirks his head slightly to one side as Tessa iterates the 'We' - something which only sharpens the retort that he spares for the queen as her dire humour transitions to maddened laughter, "True. I should have focused on a keener, more impactful reunion-" His tone starts to grow a bit more whimsical, and yet- there's a focus in the swordmans eyes, as his thumb tenses in a manner that the changeling may have once seen- save it was a coin, and not a cuff link. And it was aimed at her, and not a regent. "Perhaps long years have dulled my sensibilities towards newer players. That said, I felt the need for a certain sharpened sincerity, given how it ...resonated." The Queen, however, is departing, and though the Kensais hand does not waver, nor does he act- simply watching, even as Yozenra approaches and the opportunity evaporates. "Not your work, then- since you seemed so keen to leave the aftermath."

Clovelia glances at the in hand book at her side, then back up to meet Naga eyes. "Thank you your magesty. I will be back in aproximately one week, if that suits you? I would like to explore this area a little, see your people, if that is alright." A charming smile flashes, nothing malicious, just a curious nymph hoping to let her curiousness consume her until her appointment. "Also a moment to read this." As the full effects have not released on her, she does wish to find out more of the lover in the story she glanced. Already she seems sympathetic to the main character.

Quintessa somewhat sinks in her chair as if that would protect her from a projectile coming from Kasyr, another sigh slipping from her chest. “Exactly. I wouldn’t run from something I’m truly invested in, even from you. Having said that…” Quintessa is looking for an exit, she couldn’t leave the Queendom just yet but she could try to leave this interaction before another international incident occurred. “I’ve got a lot I need to talk to you about that I can’t right now- but soon. I can feel it. Just give me a little bit more time, okay? I’ll make it worth it to you in the long run, I promise.”

Reginae doesn’t hesitate to accept this. “Without a single doubt.” She replies, taking the other woman’s hand to squeeze gently in her own. “Thank you for being so gracious. May the days pass swiftly to bring you back.” There, Reginae will release Clovelia’s hand to return to the odd tensions boiling over at the VIP tables.

Clovelia smiles widely, very proud/happy with how things turned out. Her hand is released, she pauses, then turns to meander through the crowd, lost as the festivities wind down.

Kasyr offers Tessa a rather particular smile, with a sharpness that serves well to remind her of what he is- a morbid mirror to her jagged expressions. "I've already spared you. Plenty of time, and times. What's one last time?" His eyes narrow slightly as the queens business adjourns, and she begins to draw closer once more, "That said, it'd hardly do for anyone to talk about me being preferential to you- so, I'll be -discreet-." His thumb and forefinger finally snaps, and with it, that static interference that had been building in the air since the song had rung out seems to intensify for a brief moment- raising hair on end, and tracing out heraldic patterns of colour across the water-laden floor. A harmless discharge- juxtaposed against the more subtle disappearance of the cufflink- the veritable focal point of the former build up. Within the span of a blink, the humble object's propelled forward, crossing the ball room in a nigh imperceptible flicker of light meant to bury the metal in the cultist queens throat. Kasyr, however, doesn't seem keen on witnessing the event- because just as smoothly as it was released from his grasp, he's moving to push himself away from the table. One hand moves to casually adjust a sleeve and mask the absence of the cuff, rotating it towards the ground, even as he provides Tessa a saccharine smile, "But I've been keeping both you and your host, non? Give her my regards." And he's already moving, striding in the hopes that it might taking a moment for the room to break up into an uproar, either by the item hitting a ward- or the regent reacting to the dire event.

Quintessa has only a second to respond to Kasyr’s actions, his ability to move trumping hers by several factors, yet she is so intimately acquainted with his fighting style she almost knows what he is going to do before he decides to do it. She wasn’t always correct - her incident with him where he ripped a hole in her chest proof enough, but in this case she had predicted accurately. Queen Reginae was the obvious target, that much was certain, and Quintessa had very few instantaneous spells that could counter Kasyr’s tremendous speed. In the blink of an eye Quintessa points her thumb, index finger, and middle finger in Regi’s direction, spreading them apart with such magical intention that the arcane friction in the air causes a sound like tearing leather to ring out as she creates a tiny portal in the space between the Naga and the Revenant, just big enough for Kasyr’s projectile. It enters the hole in the fabric of reality and pops right back out a second portal the changeling has to hastily manifest, redirecting the attack in the direction of some unlucky party-goer. Though the spell Quintessa just performed was swift and the outcome seemingly minimal, it has taken much of the warlock’s mana, and the sweat beading on her face in the reaction to the sudden exertion was evidence of that. She rises slowly to judge the aftermath, hoping with everything in her being that she doesn’t have to fight Kasyr here and now in defense of the Queen.

Kasyr had never stopped moving. While there is a faint semblance of dissapointment that cries of regicide had not erupted throughout the room- he's commited to the destination, to extricating himself from the room even as the first sounds of concern ripple through the room, as shocked party goers realize that a freshly fallen body rests amidst their list- a neat button shaped exit wound adorning their chest and serving to turn the water in their vicinity scarlet. This affiliation, at least, needed to be reported to the guild as soon as possible.

Reginae’s eyes have settled on Kasyr’s retreating form. She has enough time to exchange a momentary glance with her Queen’s guard, who is still in route, before Quintessa’s spell sounds out through the ballroom. Most of the guests are still lost in Brennia’s spell aftermath and blissfully unaware of their surroundings. One unlucky soul, a member of the palace waitstaff, starts to gurgle. Choking on their own blood as it fills their lungs in a cufflink shaped hole that’s just appeared through their chest. The abandoned link lodges itself in someone else’s hand, after severing three fingers on someone else’s hand. The gurgling on patient zero escalates to wheezing as their body collapses in seconds, blood leaking out and staining the pristine water underfoot. Reginae’s illusioned legs break as she screams a banshee wail to push the doors closed and draw the participants away from exits. By the time the Queen reaches the lifeless body, screams throb through the room, breaking the cultish silence. As Kasyr fades from view, Reginae barks orders to her guards; no one enters the palace and no one leaves. Alithrya is now on lock down.