A Party

[Knightei 318]

Borric hunts down the nearest servant with an ale and takes one, ignoring his look of shock as this dirty and shabbily dressed man takes the drink.

He turns to look around at the fellow guests and through the throng he sighs, as the majority he sees are unknown to him whereas the others he simply dislikes. He turns to walk to the closest wall, leaning back on the large Black and Yellow Tapestry, drinking from his ale, watching the people mingle. He then spots Siegmund and grunts, silently cursing him on telling him he should go.

 

Borric leans his head back and sighs, this'll be a long night.

That he'll ensure he can't remember.
 

[Scipp3r 451]

Patrick approaches Lord Carrion with Kyal Hightower's famous Blue Vodka in his right hand. He smiles and begins to speak "Lord Carrion, it is so grand that thee could make it to this fine soiree. Has thy created a decision on my offer of vassalization?"

 

As Carrion answers Patrick glances to the other nobility, most minor, but hither and tither was the occasional Silverblade and the Higher Nobility. He thinks that Thomas should have invited the highest of what society offers and to keep the others to a mimimal. Patrick keeps his concerns to himself focusing on Lord Carrion.

[meg 1994]

Uthor takes a glance at Elene seeing there is something amiss in her face. He simply sighs pondering what is plaguing Elene's mind now. As his pondering thought trails off he takes a glance around the room. Taking in the faces he sees and the ones he knows and the ones he has never seen before the thoughts of how big the empire truly is runs into his mind  he simply grunts dismissing the thoughts not wanting to think of work on this time to have fun and enjoy ones self's  As he sees Peter he shoots him a quick glance a work thought once more running into his mind the words in his mind saying "Where are those damned reports Peter..." He shakes his head yet again clearing the thought out of his head and attempts to keep all work thoughts out of his head.

 

He smirks as he hears the bards tunes play taking another glance around the room as he goes to look down at Elene with a raised brow asking a question "What shall we do as the party still comes to start?"

Elene smiles, looking up to him, she takes his hand, dragging him out onto the floor. 

 

"We dance, of course!" 

[Lynesse {Celia/Jazzy} 398]

Lynesse sat at the table awkwardly, stirring her drink in her own bubble of silence. The rest of her family had wandered off. Lynesse had tuned out from her surroundings, a bit. Obviously, it would of been wonderful to go to sit and chat with Thomas. However, the party was meant for his cousin, Lorin. Thomas should be up there with Lorin. Lynesse didn't mind, nor was she jealous. Or, that's what Lynesse would tell you.

 

She had been brought back to reality by the feeling of a small kiss upon her hand, which had been dangling from her chair and where she sat. "Oh, Ser Thomas." she said graciously, as her eyes fluttered open.

 

She raised her brow as Thomas repeated his request for a dance. "Well, to be honest, I'm not much of a dancer..." she said, somewhat dejectedly. She had been recieving dance lessons since she was a little girl. It was an imperial norm. However, she had often found herself hurting herself trying to dance.

 

"Well, ... it's your party so ... why not?" she said, smirking, though unsure of what she had gotten herself into. She rose, holding the long end of her dress with her free hand that wasnt holding, Thomas', to avoid slipping and falling. She allowed Thomas' to lead her to the dance floor.

[Stevie 1598]

Thomas smiled widely, leading her off to the other pairs of dancers, commenting as he walked, "Well, that makes two of us. I've only evah danced... free times. Les' jus' 'ope we're not the centah of attention." Smirking, he squeezes her hand a moment, finding himself off towards one side of the dance area, where less eyes would hopefully be on them. He turned to face her now, taking her other hand gently, rising both her hands up between them at chest level. 

 

He grinned reassuringly to her, bobbing his head for somewhat of a countdown, "One... two... free."

 

He sidestepped to the right, with Lynesse following close behind him. His feet glided, but certainly not well. It was an overall shoddy effort from the lead, and his dancing experience was clearly shown in his few missed steps and stutters. At first he grunted at each, holding back a curse every time he faltered, but as he rose his head from the deep concentration he set on his feet, he found who he was dancing with; and a large smile, creasing from ear to ear came over his face. He squeezed Lynesse's hands happily, and lead her about in the dance, having little care of his experience and the eyes that would be watching. He enjoyed his time with Lynesse, and he would not let his lack of proper dancing interrupt his warmth and happiness he felt when with her. 

 

He was happy, and his expression clearly showed it. A miserable man turned joyful; and from a half-Elf, no less.

[Braxis 813]

Elene smiles, looking up to him, she takes his hand, dragging him out onto the floor. 

 

"We dance, of course!" 

Looks down with a smile as she gazes up to him taking his hand. As she drags him he quickly picks up his paste so he is not dragged talking in a jokeful tone "By the Creator Elene! Slow down I am not goin' to dart off!" as he finishes he chuckles a bit as they get to the floor. Uthor slowly takes Elene's hands properly along with placing his footing down correctly as begins to sway back and forth a bit taking the first steps allowing Elene to follow his lead in the mildly paced waltz. He holds her hands gently as they dance with a large happy smile on his face, being calm for now no thought of Poltics, High elven bullshit, or familiy drama was on his mind, Just him and Elene now and thier dance. His smile ends as he raises a brow asking a question "Never thought a lad like me knew how to dance properly?" He chuckles as they continue dancing waiting on her reply.

[meg 1994]

Looks down with a smile as she gazes up to him taking his hand. As she drags him he quickly picks up his paste so he is not dragged talking in a jokeful tone "By the Creator Elene! Slow down I am not goin' to dart off!" as he finishes he chuckles a bit as they get to the floor. Uthor slowly takes Elene's hands properly along with placing his footing down correctly as begins to sway back and forth a bit taking the first steps allowing Elene to follow his lead in the mildly paced waltz. He holds her hands gently as they dance with a large happy smile on his face, being calm for now no thought of Poltics, High elven bullshit, or familiy drama was on his mind, Just him and Elene now and thier dance. His smile ends as he raises a brow asking a question "Never thought a lad like me knew how to dance properly?" He chuckles as they continue dancing waiting on her reply.

 

Elene smiles, widely and brightly, the same thoughts going through her mind as Uthor's, as she replies...

 

"I think you're doing fine." The dance begins to slow, as she rests her head on his shoulder. "I love you..."

[Urahra 5779]

Lorin remains seated atop the throne as Thomas dashes off to go find his woman. Lorin rolls her eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh, and slumps in the chair. It wasn't fair. Her father had just died and now Thomas was using her as a means to help secure that bastard Sarkozy a wife. That was the real point of this party, after all. Not to introduce Lorin to the public or make her feel more comfortable in Oren, but to give that Sarkozy man an excuse to court all the lovely noble ladies who showed up to judge her. It wasn't fair! Had Sarkozy's father died? He HE been forced to give up all he knew and loved to move to an entirely foreign place with different customs? Had HE lost all his property, land and monetary assets included?

 

Lorin bit down on her bottom lip, trying not to cry in frustration. Her fists clenched. Everything she had ever known - the expansive farmlands her father owned, their large, white house on a hill, and the rolling countryside surrounding it -- was gone, inherited by her uncle Brenius. Cantious, though he had loved his daughter Lorin, had only left her a pittance to live on and instructed Thomas to take care of her. Their home and property was left to their closest male relative. Had Lorin been married, it would have been inherited by her husband and she wouldn't have had to leave, but Lorin had no such luck. The political strife in Lyria was far from her mind. She still thought long and hard about her pretty childhood home, the home she'd probably never see again.

 

It wasn't fair. Thomas should have given the first dance to Lorin, not to Lynesse. It wasn't fair!

 

Lorin balled her fists. She sat lonely up on the throne. The swirling couples infuriated her. Nobody was asking her to dance. Nobody really looked at her that much. Thomas was her only friend, the only person she could really count on, and even he ignored her now that his obligation was fulfilled. Lorin could feel her face flushing with anger and tears welling up in her eyes. She hadn't made a good impression on anyone in the camp. She was beginning to think everyone in the Rose hated her. 

 

Lorin relaxed her hands just long enough to lift them to her face. Rising stiffly from the throne, she steps off the dais and hurries for the nearest door, doing her best to hide her angry, heartbroken tears. 

 

Nothing in her life was fair. Nothing.

[Knightei 318]

Borric starts to watch the dancers and nobles mingling, standing alone, or thereabouts beneath the Banner. His eyes scan the crowds for faces he knows, and he locates Siegmund.
Borric stands straight and starts to walk in his direction, but then makes a detour to the opposite wall of the hall, stepping through the dancers as he would in a battlefield. He continuously looks around, and spots Lorin start to leave. The black haired head shakes slightly, 'Some cannot handle their first event... She'll get used to it.' he thought, as he steps through the crowd, then leans against the other wall, in a more crowded area.
He sighs.
'I'm not liking this either...'
 

[Warwick 12]

Aureas continues his unhurried pace through the throng of partiers until he catches sight of an obviously upset Lorin making for the door. Having only met her once before the party, it really wasn't his place to bother her, but his curiosity overwhelms him and begins trailing after her. His passing goes mostly unnoticed, and he slips unheard out of the closing door after Lorin.

[Urahra 5779]

Lorin steps outside into the chilly evening air. A smattering of snowflakes whirl through the air, almost mimicking the swirling motions of the dancing couples inside. Lorin takes a deep breath, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Goosebumps prickles her exposed neck. Tucking her dress beneath her, Lorin sits down with her back against the wall and stares down at the frost-encrusted grass. She folds her arms, hugging herself, and closes her eyes, letting the faint sound of the music within wash over her.

 

"Stupid Thomas! Stupid...stupid Papa! I want to go home..." she mutters to herself, unable to prevent a few tears from seeping down her cheeks.

[Warwick 12]

Aureas studies Lorin carefully, weighing the options and possible outcomes of interrupting. He clenches his fists momentarily, joints aching in the cold, before breaking his silence.

 

"Miss Chivay, are you not enjoying the festivities?"

 

He cringed mentally, showing nothing outwards beside general amiability. His greeting had sounded far more subservient than he had intended.

[Urahra 5779]

Lorin snaps her head around to face Aureas. She stumbles to her feet, frantically brushing the snow off her dress. She checks her hair, tucking a few loose strands behind her ears. She wrinkles her nose, grimacing in embarrassment, and quickly wipes her face. "N-no, it's fine. Merry lil' party, it is. Jus'...god damned dandy," she mutters bitterly, looking away from Aureas. She blushes again, hiding her hand in her hands. Her fingers are already ed and a bit swollen from the cold. She sniffles. "There's no point t' all o' this. This party was never for me anyway. Plough it all. I don't even 'ave t' really attend if I dun want to."

[Warwick 12]

Aureas smiles slightly, catching the distictive Chivay-ness in her manner of speech. 

 

"If there's no point, you might as well enjoy yourself then. Don't you agree?"

 

He offers her his hand.

 

"Care to dance, miss Chivay?"

[meg 1994]

Elene danced with Uthor, for what seemed like...well, it didn't really seem like any measurement of time, in fact. It was just her and Uthor, no sense of time, nobody else, no politics, nothing. They stopped, in the middle of the Dance floor, Elene looking into Uthor's eyes. And she suddenly snaps back into reality. She sees Thomas dancing with Lynesse, some other disgruntled guests, and the Chivay lady introduced running off, apparently in tears, from the corner of her eye. Elene smirked, lightly. Those born into royalty can never seem to handle the pressure, or any sort of conflict for that matter. It only seemed like those that worked and earned it could handle things, like Uthor, and perhaps even like herself. As she looked back up into his eyes, she found herself focusing only on him and herself again, as the rest of the world faded away, and they began to dance again.