• Closed • Champagne, Diamonds, and Dancing (Navyri)

The Elite of Scalvoris hold a gala

Previously the stronghold of the Pirate Lords, Almund is a thriving township with a dark side. With houses made from the wooden bodies of decommissioned ships, there are many opportunities here, coupled with many dangers. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap!

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• Closed • Champagne, Diamonds, and Dancing (Navyri)

Postby Aegis » Mon Jun 25, 2018 4:10 pm

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Saun 20, 718
The last several trials had been brutally hot all across the island. Most people were avoiding the outdoors and sunlight as much as possible. Many of the commoners had taken to the waters of Treid's Mouth to cool off. But one merchant in particular had a different idea. He was an Ithecal, and a ruthless business man. But outside of his work, he was a pleasant man. And today was no exception. He decided to open his mansion to the wealthy and influential of Scalvoris. There were no formal invites, no need to make a big elaborate plan. He hired staff, ordered food, drink, and opened his doors.

And so, as the sun began to go down, a pair of well dressed men stood at the polished steel gates of his mansion. They were clearly guards, in formal garb, and anyone with enough experience could tell that not only were they more than capable without weapons, but there were some hidden on their person. The first was tall, broad in shoulders with close cropped hair and well trimmed stubble, with hands the size of a dining plate. He looked as though he could just break a person in half with little effort. His partner on the other hand was blond, long hair tied in a ponytail, with a bright smile and a twinkle in his eyes. He was slender, relaxed, and yet still gave off the air of being the more dangerous of the two.

As each guest approached, the blonde man greeted them. "Hello there, welcome to Elivarn Kylus' home. Please, take this respite from Saun's brutal heat, and enjoy the food, drink, and company to your heart's content. His home is your home." During this time, he and his partner sized up the guests, to determine if they were, in fact, worthy of being here. No one wanted a beggar in a monkey suit at this party. They were also checking for weapons as well. They didn't disarm the guests, simply took note of who was armed, and likely with what. Anyone not up to snuff though was politely turned away.

There were plenty of finely dressed people milling around outside the gates in the road, talking and gossiping and sweating. One man though, was absent of any obvious signs of heat, standing there alone in a finely tailored suit. He was known as the Warden, the man who owned and operated Slags Deep, the prison mine in Egilrun. He was at every gala, ball, party, charity event, and such things. Commoners walked through and around the crowd, and one smaller man tried to slip some fingers into the Warden's pocket, while he was busy conversing with a couple. Those with the right vantage point would see that, without even having to look down, the Warden subtly grasped the man's prying hand, and with a single crunch, which was really an amalgamation of several of the finger bones broken, the pickpocket was thwarted. He didn't cry out, for fear of alerting the guards, but after the Warden released his hand, he ran off, the digits bent and skewed and swollen. The Warden's conversation mates hadn't even noticed anything had happened.

Soon the couple wandered off to enter the mansion, and the Warden was left with wandering eyes, eyes that soon found Navyri's, giving her a slight smile and a short nod. Then he gestured with his head, and no words toward the guards, to ask if she wanted to be his date to the party.



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Champagne, Diamonds, and Dancing (Navyri)

Postby Navyri » Thu Jun 28, 2018 1:34 pm

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20th of Saun, 718 The red satin flowed down her body like cool water, light and breathable. She wiggled to allow the dress to settle into place, hugging her curves and allowing freedom for her wings to stretch. The Naer relished the rich material, practically holding her breath as she turned to look in the floor length mirror of her room. She stood, stunned, her reflection more elegant than it had been in seasons and a manicured hand reached out to touch the reflective surface.

This was how she was always supposed to be. This was what had been denied to her for so long, no matter how hard she worked. Navyri turned, continuing her admiration and then paused. Something was missing. Even the prettiest house needed decoration. Reaching out, she pulled the sealed boxes towards her and began to open them one by one. Fives pieces of jewelry. Five statements of gold.

Which one? All of them. Always.

Fussing over her dark waves, she tied them back and into an regal updo, reaching for the livery collar first. It was the heaviest piece, made of thick gold and designed with the most careful hands. With care she lifted it over her head, feeling the new weight as it hung heavy on her shoulders. The gold glistened against the crimson fabric, and she continued her embellishment.

Golden cuffs, golden arm bands, golden earrings… With each movement she made, the sunlight pouring through the window and caught the expensive metal, but she was not done. Not yet.

She opened the last box, breathless.

With reverence, she lifted the dainty circlet, made of winding golden thorns and delicate flowers. Lifting it, she placed it upon her head. A placeholder for the crown she would one day wear.

Was there ever a woman so lovely as her?

Navyri grabbed her tamo daggers and headed towards the door.

It was time to shine for the world.

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There was no chance of blending in; not today. Scalvoris might have been a friendlier city to outliers than Etzos, but even here she seemed to burn brighter than those around her. Perhaps it was the rarity of red she had covered herself in, or the show of wealth that clung to her. Maybe it was her wings or refined beauty. Or maybe it was because in the long line of guests awaiting entrance, she was alone.

Navyri stepped forward, feeling the eyes of others roam over her. From her assessment, there was an amalgamation of visitors. Some rich, some poor, some in between. Each talked and whispered, fanning themselves in the hot weather as two well-dressed guardsmen greeted guests. The Naer kept her eyes bouncing between the groups of people, appreciating some outfits and embarrassed by others.

Eavesdropping on more than one conversation, she had discovered a few things - that an Ithecal merchant was throwing the party, and it was supposed to be quite enjoyable. Navyri hoped that was the case, more defensive of her attire than usual. As a thief, she knew just what kind of target she had become.

The couple before her stepped forward. Was she supposed to bring a guest? Navyri frowned. Maybe she could have brought… what was his name? Oooh… something painfully simple… Adam? Adam Micheals! That was it. He had bought her that drink and liked to lavish her with ridiculously cheesy compliments… Ha.

Navyri snorted in derision, amused by the thought. Tonight she didn’t want to babysit. Attention roaming, she spotted someone glancing around and her brows furrowed. What do we have here? He moved subtly and she tried to see what was happening from where she stood. The pickpocket approached a group of individuals chatting and then-

The guards eyed her up and down at the gate. One was large enough to tear trees from the ground whole and the other smiled, but… seemed unsettling in his own right. The smaller of the two spoke first, “Hello there, welcome to Elivarn Kylus' home…”

She met their eyes, quite aware of the daggers strapped to her inner thigh, feigning normalcy, “Hello. Thank you.”

Navyri hesitated, wondering if it was as simple as that and kept moving, glancing back to the pickpocket only to find him frozen in place, his face contorted in agony. She took another step to try and get a better view, spotting his hand being clutched dangerously. She watched silently, eyes following the pickpocket who was rushing off with his hand cradled to his chest, but when she looked back to the finely dressed man, their eyes met.

He smiled and nodded, the motion rather inviting and quite confident in its simplicity. As subtly as she could manage, she returned the gesture, as if she knew who exactly the man was. His suit was perfectly tailored, not a hair out of place. No reason to deny the rich what they wanted. At least they were worth her time.
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Champagne, Diamonds, and Dancing (Navyri)

Postby Aegis » Fri Jul 06, 2018 11:51 pm

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The man effortlessly walked. No, he glided over the cobbled stones, his motions the furthest thing from jarring or abrupt. He flowed over them like a slow moving river, silent, effortless, with a wealth of power kept in reserve. He offered a bent arm for Navyria to hold onto as they approached the guards. The guards recognized him instantly, and could be seen shifting slightly in their posture, standing a bit taller, eyes specifically on him and not Navyri. "Welcome Warden, it's a pleasure to have you back. How are things in Egilrun, sir?"

The man chuckled, "Relax, I'm not your boss, nor would I talk to him about you two. Things go well, though we seem to be having a higher intake of... particularly dangerous criminals. We'll need to hire more guards at this rate." He led Navyri past the guards, and as they did, they allowed their eyes to fall upon her stunning form. That dress, in that color, truly flaunted her curves in all the right ways. And those wings added a bit of exotic flavor, despite her not looking like an avriel, half breed or not. Both would be thinking about her tonight while at home with their wives.

As they moved through the finely groomed garden that led to the mansion, a pair of servants approached, handing each of them a paper fan. When it was waved on them, though, the air wasn't just cooling, it was cold. Far colder than was natural. "It seems Elivarn truly is spending the extra nel for this party. Snowcrystals, from Ishallr." He didn't dare to insult her intelligence by telling her to not touch the snowcrystal directly. He was a good judge of character and pegged her to be smarter than the average beauty.

People were milling about in the garden, complete with finely carved marble statues, mostly of beasts and monsters. Though right in the center of the walkway, standing tall and proud, was a statue of the most flawless, white marble, with veins of gold running through it. It was a nude male figure, his physique perfect, beyond that which a mortal could hope to obtain. His eyes were the purest of sapphires, staring directly at a flock of birds upon one of his outstretched arms. Yet, staring long enough at the statue, and it would seem the eyes would change their gaze to the onlooker, and the lips curl up into the slightest hint of a grin.

In his gruff, yet easy flowing voice, the Warden spoke to his date, "It's a shame this statue isn't upon Immortals' Tongue, at His Shrine. Truly one of the few wonders of the island, kept behind walls here. Is the Winged Lord revered in the lands you're from? Not so much here. The Immortals are all equal in the Scalvoran's eyes, or so the saying goes."

While waiting, a servant arrived, offering flutes of iced wine to the pair, along with caviar on toasted bread with an olive. "Elivarn has truly had a profitable winter. His were among the warehouses not disrupted by the collapse in Scalvoris Town. Smart man keeping his wares away from such a... tumultuous town, especially these days."

A portly couple approached them, the man in an expensive yet still hideous green suit, the woman in a matching felt gown. There was a distraught look on the woman's face, "Warden, please... You've had our son for two seasons now. Is there not anything we can do? He's an artist, a painter, not some common criminal. You know we're good for the coin he's worth."

The Warden grinned and turned to Navyri, "My darlin', I introduce the lovely Madame Nortiz, her father ran the finest shipyard. He built the Slit Throat, and The Knife really put that one to use. Her husband here is Gustav Jimenez, the finest pork merchant in this corner of the world map." He gave just enough pause for Navyri to introduce herself if so desired, before he continued, "Their son, Calrein, is a painter, one of particularly fine skill. But the poor boy followed his heart too often, and ended up being arrest because his lover had ties to that damnable cult. I believe he was given three arcs by association."

He flashed a dangerous, playful grin at Navyri now, "But I'm in a fine mood, and in fine company, so I propose something to you now. Using what little has been told to you, should I arrange for the release of this young man? And if so, at what cost to him and his parents? What do you think?" With that, he took a bite of the caviar appetizer that had been given him, and washed it down with the iced one. His teasing eyes never left Navyri, and that same subtle grin that was upon the statue never disappeared from his face.



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Champagne, Diamonds, and Dancing (Navyri)

Postby Navyri » Mon Jul 09, 2018 7:21 pm

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There were so many things to keep her interest, Navyri hardly knew where to look. Bouncing back and forth between her charming companion and the guards, she absorbed the interaction with immense interest in her blue eyes. It was the beginnings of her understanding of this man, fascinated and unsure by his side. It was an unfamiliar feeling, feeling clumsy in comparison to his gliding movements. She had only known one other being to be so…. overwhelming.

A servant approached, offering a paper fan, and Navyri found herself examining the fine piece of craftsmanship as the Warden talked, turning it over in her fan. Something like this cost money - the crystals imported in from a place called Ishallr, “I’ve never been,” she said softly, still admiring the embedded formations, fanning her hand and then her smiling face. The wind from the fan was icy; the handle almost frosted. What a delight on such a hot day, “It might be worth a visit.”

Of course, she’d need a new coat…

She mused over this as the Warden led her deeper into the garden, the Naerikk drawing inspiration for her new outfits from what she saw around her. Scalvoris was always a curiosity- the very few times she had been. Her visits were always short lived, and yet now the the woman was wondering why. Navyri admired the foliage - the lovely flowers and winding plants, absorbing every statue as she tried to imagine facing such beasts in real life. Some looked quite formidable indeed and others were comical in their unusual shapes.

But it didn’t take long.

Her attention was demanded by the marble statue, how could it not be? Perfectly symmetrical, each curvature of muscle carved with divine care. The gold threaded up the entirety of his form, and down his arms. How did this representation compare to the other three she had seen? Always different. Always the same, “Who could make such work?” she whispered, a pit of paranoia gripping her among the awe. She was feeling cautious, just as when she caught a bird watching her in a stream, or felt an unusual breeze on a hot day. She stared at the statue and froze, convinced the sapphire eyes shifted.

Navyri instinctively reached for her hip, expecting to find the brooch he had left her in the Miasma, the same one that had morphed into his face, almost mocking her. She could imagine the statue doing the same, but it was not there. She had left it at her lodgings along with her other gear. But Delroth was watching, Delroth was-

The Warden spoke and suddenly she was back at the party, holding onto the man who wished to know of the Immortal’s approval rating. Navyri looked down at the rich fabric of his suit, felt it beneath her hand. Navyri eyed the stitching, the fit, the glint of his polished shoes, “Of course. Is he not?” She hadn’t even given her name, how did this man know she wasn’t from Scalvoris herself? Was it so impossible to believe or did an accent give her away? Yet, he had simply known. Lands, not land, “In my experience everyone always picks a favorite. So Scalvoran’s can say what they want but actions are a man’s tell.”

Or so the saying goes.

Navyri turned so that the statue only played in her peripheral vision while a servant approached with a snack and some wine to drink, “Thank you.” Navyri might have been selfish, but she she wasn’t completely ungrateful. She unlinked herself from her date, carefully taking each item from the tray, scouring the crowd. Where was the host?

“Smart man keeping his wares away from such a… tumultuous town, especially these days.”

“The reason I left Etzos,” Among others. She was a thief, not a politician, and as tempting as Noth’s paradisiac vision had been, a world without pestilence had horrified her. For it was a world without her, “It was a bit undesirable for my tastes.” The feeling had been mutual.

The Naer was trying to look casual, but she was unsettled, not wholly convinced the walls wouldn’t melt to mist and she’d be back in the Miasma again. She needed to be be careful, she needed to play the game.

“Warden, please…”

Navyri had a cracker of cavier half poised to her mouth, ready to indulge a bit to calm her nerves, when two fellow guests began to approach. Both were quite rotund, neither with a sense of style. The Naer stopped, unsure if the woman was really distraught over her son, or because she must have been boiling in that felt. And it wasn’t doing anything for her frame.

Her date introduced them, and Navyri held out a hand, her painted nails pointed downward in expectation. She nodded pleasantly, as her hand was taken by husband and offered the chastest kiss above her knuckle. His lips didn’t even touch skin and she spoke, “Navyri. A pleasure.” She retracted and rejoined the warden’s side, returning to the crook of his elbow.

Explanation was offered and the shadow woman smiled at the Warden’s own dangerous grin, her piercing gaze dropping upon the two. And a heavy look it was. Many judgments played within those icy irises, taking in the fit of their clothes and the way they carried themselves. Navyri began picking apart each detail she could remember before she took a drink of champagne, watching the two from over the rim, “No, I don’t think a release would change anything.”

There was an audible gasp, both preparing to protest when Navyri looked away, seemingly losing interest “Unless…” she met the eyes of the Madame, voice trailing off, “Something positive could come from this whole ordeal.”

She smirked, honingin on the woman first, “You were introduced by the achievements of your father, which makes me believe you have been coasting on the success of others - your husband, maybe your child. Children?”

She craned her head as if humoring the possibility, looking for the smallest reaction in the wife, “What woman worth her salt has nothing to be proud of? But you married rich, played it safe. You are… content with mediocrity.” Navyri swirled her drink, making that decision based on such ugly attire. It showed wealth, yes but it didn’t show any interesting statement about their personality. Other than bad decisions, “Or is it love?”

Now that was an interesting thought, “I doubt it… one of you always gets their way…” The Madame, from their matching outfits. Hers was more flattering, his less so and Nav gave a small wiggle of her fingers. Neither were particularly attractive, “It strains the relationship, and is the reason your son is such a romantic. Also why he would risk imprisonment for a cause he supposedly,” she stressed this, enjoying the game, “has no interest in.”

The Naer sighed wistfully, “But I do admire your dedication to one another. Rest assured, tragedy begets opportunity. At the freedom of a conspirer, the family should offer their shipyard and its supplies to more capable hands - for the betterment of Scalvoris. Ambition shall save it.”

“Surely, a son, even an innocent one, has no business in butchering or building if he is to stay a painter. Those businesses will die when they do, a terrible waste,” Navyri looked to the Warden, wondering what he thought of her logic. She felt she was missing so much, “They could look upon this as inspiration for betterment. Morally. Financially. A chance to rebuild. After all, it is such a small price to pay for the freedom of their sweet baby boy and a generous gift from a family of loyal citizens. Am I wrong?”
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Champagne, Diamonds, and Dancing (Navyri)

Postby Aegis » Wed Jul 18, 2018 2:14 am

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While Navyri kept her studious eyes on the Jimenez couple, the Warden's eyes were on her. Even while watching the party, he'd been watching her as well. He'd caught the grab for something on her hip that was not there. An interesting reflex. Most would think it was for a weapon, but he could tell it was for something else. Clearly a connection with Delroth, to elicit such a response. He watched how she teased in her words and mannerisms to the terribly dressed couple. The seemingly carefree attitude, and yet, he knew this was the most interesting experience she'd had in a long while.

And her cunning was spot on. He knew everything about these portly people, and Navyri hadn't missed a single beat about them. Even more impressive was the look to the future. Of course their son wouldn't bother with either of the businesses. Once she was finished, "Not a single breath was wasted, nor a single word mistaken. No, my dear, you are most certainly not wrong. And a most interesting proposal, one with which I find myself agreeable. I even know someone who would buy the Nortiz Shipyard right this moment. She might even be here, though I've not yet seen her."

He smiled, not smug, yet with a hint of teasing power behind his dark eyes, "I can have Calrein released and returned to your lovely home before sunrise. I'll even provide comfortable transportation of him, a service we do not typically provide for those released." He took a swig of his champagne, "Assuming you agree to Ms. Navyri's proposal.

The Warden watched as the husband grew shades redder, while the wife turned an even deeper shade of pale white. It was a massive decision, so he decided to sweeten the deal a bit, for his own purposes, "If you let me negotiate on your behalf, I will get you a much nicer selling price than your people would net, for a finder's fee, of course. And you'll keep your pig farms, of course. We can't get rid of those can we?" That last bit was said with an extra teasing on the curls of his smile.

And so, he waited, and looking over the rim of his glass were the eyes of a true predator. A shark in a man's skin. He drained his flute, and let the silence linger, not fidgeting, not yielding in his stare. And eventually, Gustav broke. "Bah. Fine. Do it. Whatever it takes to get my boy back."

The Warden held his flute out for a waiter, "Would you mind so terribly fetchin' me a quill and some ink?"

"Right away sir."

While waiting on the waiter's return, "I must congratulate you, my darlin', for the shrewd deal you helped concoct. I'll show you something special once these formalities are sorted. I do despise paperwork, but it is a necessary evil upon this world I'm afraid." The waiter returned, quill and ink on a silver platter. The Warden plucked a scroll from inside his jacket, and unfurled it. He made a twirl of his index finger, and the water turned his back to the man, keeping the platter within reach. The Warden flattened the scroll against the waiter's back, and began to write upon it.

Prisoner Calrein Jimenez
Released immediately.
Bathed, groomed, fed.
Transport with my personal owl to his home in Almund.
Confirm.


A few trills later, words appeared by themselves underneath. 'Confirmed.'

"Wonderful. Now that this part of the business is sorted, let us return to this lovely party. Do say hello to young Calrein for me, and let me know when he begins to paint again. I'd love to see how his experience in Slags Deep went."

He rolled up the scroll, and slipped it back into his jacket. He grabbed a coin from another pocket within his jacket, a single onyx nel, and set it upon the waiter's tray. The waiter nodded in gratitude and left. The Warden watched as the Jimenezes quickly made their leave, likely to head home and prepare for their son's return. The Warden turned to Navyri with a teasing look in his eye, only to look back toward the mansion, leading her across the garden, Delroth's sapphire eyes following the woman all the while.

The doors to the mansion were excessive, two stories high of Scaltoth Teak with gilded vines poured into the wood. They'd been firmly shut this entire time, but with an embarrassing creak, they began to swing outward. The Warden tsked at this, not impressed by the servants having failed to oil the hinges. As they opened, they revealed the host. He was a middle sized Wyvarnth Ithecal, at six and a half feet tall, dressed in a finely tailor tuxedo, with space for his tail to hang free. Upon his head was a top hat, and a monocle on a good chain rested in front of his eye.

"Welcome to my home, ladies and gentlemen. Please, come in and enjoy my home as if it were your own. There is a band in the ballroom, buffet style dinner in the grand hall. I've opened up my art collection in the east wing, with plenty of new pieces from my latest travels, do stop by to admire them. I have more entertainment for the evening, so please, enjoy yourselves. My home is yours."

With that, he stepped out into the gardens, and greeted each couple as they entered. Warden led the way over to him, and Elivarn was quick to notice Navyri. "My word Warden, just who is this stunning work of art you bring? I dare say you shame me madame, for there is nothing I own that could hope to match your beauty. I am Elivarn Kylus, humble merchant."

The Warden simply grinned, "This, my humble friend, is Navyri, whose wit and insight has just earned quite the boon to my coffers."

Elivarn was bowed for the woman, "Truly my pleasure."

The Ithecal merchant turned to greet the next pair when the Warden interjected, "Is it true you found her Elivarn? The Lost Lady? I've heard the rumors."

Elivarn's eyes narrowed on the Warden, "I did not. I doubt she exists, friend. I've given up trying to find her. Rumors have no place in reality." The man was quick to turn away after that, and began greeting the next guests. The Warden led Navyri up the marble steps, and through the massive doors. This led them into a large foyer, with marbled floors and walls. Two carpeted, dark wooden stairwells clung to the walls leading up to the second floor, with halls heading for either wing. The majority of the guests went forward between the stairs, into the grand hall, with the ballroom on the far side of it. "Well dear, shall we dance? Eat? View his precious art? Or perhaps something a bit more... fun?"



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Champagne, Diamonds, and Dancing (Navyri)

Postby Navyri » Thu Jul 19, 2018 1:53 pm

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A giant relief lifted from the Naer’s shoulders at finding she was right and she couldn’t help the delighted grin that brightened her face. She beamed, looking at the couple who held mixed expressions. The man was ashamed or enraged, the woman sick. Oh, don’t be like that, Nav wanted to say, ‘You’ll still have money and your boy.’

The Warden pushed the matter, casually, but the tension began to build among the group. Blue eyes bounced back and forth between the parties, her apprehensions returning. Both men stared each other down, a look Navyri knew well. It was a challenge, and as the beat of silence extended, so did the unspoken pressure. At last, the fat man broke, “Bah, fine…”

It was hard to understand the true depth of her actions, changing the course of a prisoner’s life, as well as his family. Navyri’s eyes moved past the couple, looking for who might be the one to buy an entire shipyard immediately. The Merchant Queen?

She had heard the name once or twice, making purchases in town, but what the woman looked like or why she had that name, Navyri did not know. Scalvoris was still such an enigma.

“I always enjoy a good game,” she tried not to fidget as a waiter took the Warden’s orders and for a moment her wings twitched with the promise of opening, but they resettled upon her back, refusing to be displayed. Meanwhile her date began writing, and she tried to offer privacy, but when a word appeared beneath his own script, she blinked.

What was this?

The Warden began to speak and he placed a onyx nel upon the waiter’s tray. Navyri looked away in shock, anxious once more as she was beginning to understand the presence of the man beside her. Had he just tipped that man for simply allowing him to write upon his back? She finished the drink in her hand and unfolded the fan in her other, blowing cold wind upon her cheeks.

Everything moved quickly after that. She was led towards the estate and was soon face to face with the host. Navyri had very little experience with Ithecal but he seemed nice enough. She smiled, offering a small curtsy. That was appropriate right? “Humble or not, you know how to flatter a lady. Thank you.”

The introduction went smoothly, but something struck her as odd. What was the Lost Lady? She initially assumed a ship, but perhaps it was another piece of art, like the statue… They stepped forward with the crowd and Navyri was eager to go into the shade.

"Well dear, shall we dance? Eat? View his precious art? Or perhaps something a bit more... fun?"

“You’re not enjoying yourself? But the party’s just started,” she teased, pulling her eyes from his as she considered her options. Had she been alone, the art work would have drawn her. Valuables to admire, some to aspire to.. appreciate. Somehow this decision seemed harder than the last.

The ballroom might have been the safest option. Eat, schmooze, maybe make some interesting connections. But wouldn’t the Warden be quite a good ally? He seemed like a terrible man to cross. But what did fun really mean? “I want to dance,” she said soundly, glimpsing the edge of a dance floor, “But if you have a better idea, I’m always open to suggestions,” 'Even the cryptic ones.' She held her tongue on that last bit.

Navyri lifted up her hand for him to take, scrutinizing his face in an effort to read his expression, “It’s a terrible insult to be called boring after all. So… Lead the way.”
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Partner
Templates
Letters
Medals: 10
Story of the Month (1) Reviewer's Choice (1) Peer Reviewer (1) Painting With Words (1)
Pioneer (2) Murderer (1) Shopaholic (1) History Repeated (1)
Lol Worthy (1)

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