Spinning Color [Qaerris]

The world of the nobility is sick and twisted.

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47th of Ashan, 716

The world of the nobility was so lavish and extraneous that they did not need to have a reason for holding a ball. They never needed a reason to get together, have a huge feast, drink until they were falling out of their shoes, and dance until the following morning. Then they would sleep and do it all over again. Days could go by like this and people may go to all the events without remembering why they were invited or why they had chosen to come. They were simply there to be there, because if they weren’t, they were nobody.

No sane aristocrat wanted to be a nobody.

Which was why Zvezdana Venora was at the event tonight. She had received an invitation from a wealthy family in Andaris City because she was a part of a noble, royally blooded house. It would be an honor to this particular aristocratic family if she took the time to come to their event. Her presence was not needed, and the event was almost unworthy by her standards. Yet, she had opted to go this evening because she had nothing better to do. Besides, it sounded slightly more entertaining then a night in front of the fire with Cornelius. The serpent never had anything intelligent to say. At least she might find someone to have a conversation with this evening.

A break or two into the event only proved her suspicions correct. Aristocratic society was full of a bunch of unintelligent drunkards. She stood there with a façade that made it look like she was interested in what the fat man was telling her about. Something about fish from the southern region and how much better they tasted with wine from the northern region. She allowed him to babble on and gave a gracious sigh of relief when the host came over to talk with her babbling companion. Zvezdana slipped away as quickly as she could to avoid having to even kindly bid him adieu.

The music started shortly after that and the chatter moved to the edge of the dance floor. Ladies and lords paired together and spun in dizzying circles. Dresses ranged from black to purple to white with accents of gold and blues. Everything was full of color, and it made the dance floor a clash of colors. Even the men wore enormous amounts of color as if to say “Look at me! I can afford dye!” Someone desperately needed to tell a few of these people that there was a thing as ‘too much.’

Zvezdana managed to find a spot on the edge of the dance floor where she could observe the countless people. If there was a benefit to events like this, it was the scandal they could produce. Blackmail was not beneath her, although a scenario had not presented itself where she had to use it. Events like this meant adulterous fat men with girls playing at virgin while the wives got themselves so awfully wasted they could forget that their husbands were fat, adulterous bastards. The thought brought a grin to her full lips. One day, she would change all of this.

Until then, the world of the nobility would continue to spin and spin, in a whirl of fat, lazy, scandalous color.
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Though the Mortalborn had given his most notable client the advice some time ago, he had not expected her to actually heed it. Qaerris was escorted to his Lady's home, given a set of clothing to wear, and expected to accompany Evelyn to an event hosted by her own family. It was quite unexpected, to be fair, but the Mortalborn was rather glad that Evelyn had decided to branch out again. It seemed that the party was being held for no reason aside from a fervent desire to dance. At least, that was what was portrayed as the reasoning. Turning towards Evelyn as he dressed himself in her room, the client parted her lips to speak,

"Social ventures always have a purpose, Qaerris. The host inevitably wants to flaunt their wealth and parade about some new piece of obscure jewelry they might have bought. In this case, my dear friend's estate seems to have undergone renovations. Of course it'll be brought up, one way or another. Anyway, the way things are, it'd look strange for me to be without company. It'd be noticed. With a date, it's very likely that I won't be addressed about anything at all."

The Mortalborn figured the last part well enough. It was unusual for anyone, especially the single women of the royal court, to find themselves unaccompanied to an event. It would surely turn heads if they advanced alone into the ballroom, with no one to dance with but their own two feet.

Did Qaerris intend to dance? No. Would he dance? Yes. He was being paid by his Lady to be here, and moreover, he was going to partake in the delicacies of the wealthy without having to invest in such frivolity. A chuckle parted the man's lips as he righted the bowtie he'd been given to wear. Wondering exactly where the outfit, which seemed to be rather well-fitted came from, originated from, the Mortalborn parted his lips to speak before he thought on what the woman's current marital status was.

A widow... This is her late husband's attire... First I ravage his woman, then I ravage his wardrobe? What's next? His mother? The harlot couldn't quite help the laugh that escaped there, nodding and covering his lips to disguise the sound as he said,

"I'm glad you took my advice, Evelyn. Already, you seem so much happier. Is it seeing me in the wear of nobility?" he teased the woman, a grin cast upon his features as he stepped towards her. She'd, of course, rise as he advanced, turning to face and view the Mortalborn, a hand moving to grasp at his jawline,

"Qaerris, I prefer seeing you wearing nothing at all. This is but a chore." She replied in a serious tone, but the harlot could see the hint of a smile upon her features.
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Once Lady Evelyn and Qaerris arrived at the party, she immediately took hold of his hand. He'd be introduced to no less than five of Lady Evelyn's friends from the different families, names exchanged, though the Mortalborn did not speak his true name. Of course, the attire Qaerris wore was his disguise. It was quite distinct from his normal wear, for the trappings of nobility left him looking cleaner, less rugged. It took away the emphasis he placed upon his flawless attributes and instead took itself into emphasis.

"Quentin Alvina, dear friends. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he answered when prompted, quickly extricating himself from the conversation and instead looking to each well-dressed mortal in turn.

What is it about the trappings a mortal wears? Is it so above one's status to find silks and wrap them about the form? Mortals seek so blindly to wear their prizes upon their person, cloaking themselves in the 'finest' they can find... Is it vanity? Or is it insecurity? Perhaps, beneath their masks of arrogance and their honey-wrapped words, they know the frivolity of their existences and weep in the hollowness of their grandest ambitions.

A shrug moved the Mortalborn's shoulders as he dozed in and out of the conversation his lady involved herself with. For a time, he would remain with her, but after he approached the point of being slowly driven insane, he would turn to his Lady to say, "Please excuse me, Lady Evelyn. When it is time to dance, I will return for you."

Qaerris left the table to find the nearest servant, asking for assistance, but he found himself ignored in favour of a gaggle of nobles who called the servant to them. Pursing his lips, Qaerris cast his gaze about the ballroom, seeking out his drink for himself.
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The dancing had begun by the time a somewhat familiar face made an appearance at the entrance. Suddenly, the spinning colors did not interest her as much as the woman did. She was beautifully dressed, much more tastefully than the other wealthy people around her. Class and elegance. That was not something that could be bought. That was something that tended to be bred in and nurtured. Yet, her face was not as familiar as it should be. Nobility that had fallen from grace? A woman that made herself wealthy and knew how to play it without the frivolity? There were so many options that this woman could be, and Zvezdana wanted to know.

She moved on the edges of the circles that the two moved between. Far enough to avoid notice and too far to hear any names or words come from their mouths. She mostly watched the young woman, but occasionally flitted to the well-dressed gentleman that accompanied her. Had Zvezdana seen him before? Not that she could recall, but she was not commonly at events that were not hosted by one of the noble houses.

Finally, the two separated. Now her choices were to try and mingle into the crowd of chittering women, or talk up the gentleman for information. Surprisingly, the latter seemed to pique her interest more. She intercepted the servant that had veered away from him, placing her empty glass on his platter and taking two full wine glasses from it. Then she gracefully walked up behind the man, clearing her throat deliberately.

“That was incredibly rude of him, to ignore someone of your stature. The servants should know better than to ignore a guest,” Zvezdana purred. If, and when, the man acknowledged her, she would offer a small curtsy. Extending the glass towards him was one of the friendlier gestures she was capable of. ”I noticed you and your lady come in. You are both dressed impeccably and hold yourselves much better than some others within our company. My name is Lady Zvezdana Venora.”
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The service was rather atrocious in this particular venue. It was not for lack of appearance that he was ignored, but what looked like a shortness of staff. If Qaerris had not already known that the festivities were arranged by a wealthy family of non-royal descent, he'd have figured it by now.

It's a disgrace. One, two, three...

Each silver tray was counted as they shifted about the ballroom, servants working diligently, but ensuring they did not crash into what looked like a number of individuals looking to begin dancing immediately. Fortunately, Lady Evelyn was not among them, and it allowed the Mortalborn to continue his other affair for the evening to continue. Truly, alcohol was the only mistress he could fall in love with. The sweet embrace of the sauce was far more intoxicating than the embrace of any woman, after all. Qaerris was snapped out of his bemused thoughts by a woman who was holding one too many wine glasses for her own use. When she offered it to him, the Mortalborn listening to her smooth, flattering words, he took it, though curiosity flared within his mind. He did not let the quizzical quality extend to his countenance, however, an easy smile cast upon his features as he took the wine glass from 'Lady Zvezdana Venora', as she introduced herself.

Flattering words spoken from a lady of the noble house Venora? How novel. However, that proves nothing of her intentions.

It was rather simple to tell when the intent of a person was malicious, for flattery, seduction, complex vernacular and willing subjugation to another were the tools that those of a stealthy heart and devious mind used to enrapture their prey. Qaerris knew this from experience, for often enough he was the predator in the shadows. Lady Evelyn still knew nothing of his intentions with her, and it brought Qaerris amusement that she thought his company to be merely a business transaction extended for a period of time.

The harlot let the wine glass rise, the easy smile parting to let perfectly white teeth, a rarity among the lower classes, shown to the woman. After all, the harlot took impeccable care of himself, aside from his penchant for drinking far too much.

"To you, then, dear Lady Venora. What a pleasure it is to make your acquaintance."

Your lady. I use the term with Evelyn all the time, but it'd likely inflate her ego even farther if she heard it spoken from the lips of another. Truly, that woman wishes to keep me in a cage. Not that I'd mind it so much if it was her.

The chuckle was just barely stifled as the very thought of being imprisoned by his Lady arose.

"It is only natural to hold oneself high when one knows what they are."

A wink cast upon Qaerris' features as he mirrored her curtsy with a light bow of his own, introducing himself when he rose,

"My name is Quentin Alvina, dear lady. The one and only."
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He accepted the glass, and with a smile no less. A rather beautiful smile for a wealthy man. She had met several whom had taken to habits like smoking and coffee that rotted their teeth out. His were so beautiful that it made her wonder if he had nasty habits like those. Zvezdana couldn’t help but raise her glass slightly higher as well, before taking a sip to his light toast. He was well mannered too, better than some of her pupils as he used the title appropriately and had significantly better language than many nobles. He was clearly educated, but by whom?

Quentin Alvina. Now that was not a name she had heard before. Actually, she had never heard it before and this bothered her a bit. Maybe she had been wrong and the lady was new money, a wealthy aristocrat that knew how to float about the floor as if she were from one of the known houses.

”Certainly not to be rude, Quentin,” The other mentionable note was that he did not establish a title for himself. Not that he deserved one at this time. His last name was evidence enough that he did not belong to one of the seven houses. ”I must admit I have not heard of you before. How have you made a name for yourself? Trade, business, or politics?”

Other aristocrats and select noble families welcomed new money into the city. Zvezdana was unsure where she stood on this topic. There were pros and cons to families elevating themselves while the established families were just that – established with history going back to the royal families. She took another sip of wine, were bright blue eyes investigating the rest of him. So well dressed and groomed. What did he do? Clearly, her curiosity was going to get the best of her tonight.

”Pardon me. I am being rude to investigate you like that. This is a celebration, not an interrogation.”
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The Mortalborn narrowed his gaze when he took note of the fact that this woman had the habit of nosing into business that, truly, did not pertain to her. The identity of Quentin Alvina was just that, an identity, a falsification that was meant to draw attention away, not bring it forth to him. The cover identity was something he'd discussed with his Lady, though neither had expected it to come up. The nobility was generally so narcissistic that questions directed towards someone else were inevitably turned into some self-gratifying, nearly to the point of masturbatory inflation of their own ego. The I'm-better-than-you contest was so rife in the nobility that it led Qaerris to believe that truly, all of them wished each other and themselves dead.

"Of course you wouldn't know who I am, Ms. Venora. My Lady Andaris has a habit of branching her business outside of the region of Rynmere, which is how we met. She invited me here while I was in town, for it is, as you may know, such a bore to come to these events alone."

Qaerris cast his gaze about, a curiosity alight in his gaze before he set himself back in the moment with Ms. Venora,

"Surely you didn't come by yourself? How... strange. Though, with the penchant for interrogation that you have... perhaps you found it difficult to find a companion?"

It was such an easy feat to steer the conversation away from his own business. It was best to establish his lie and have it reinforced by his own companion. The ability to make a lie believable was, after all, the most important factor to establishing a good one. Qaerris noted that, at long last, it seemed that Lady Andaris had completed her conversation and was heading his way. In the midst of a verbal joust, the harlot had no intention of leaving yet to dance. However, his intentions didn't truly matter. At least, not right now.

"Ah! How perfect, my Lady has arrived. Evelyn, do you know of Lady Zvezdana Venora?"

When the woman arrived, she hooked an arm around Qaerris', the harlot turning his head so that he placed a kiss upon the woman's cheek, though he dared venture no further with company in tow.

"Ah! Have you been making nice with another family, Quentin? Surely I need not keep an eye on you here, as well?"

A chuckle parted Qaerris' lips as he listened to his Lady, an amused expression cast upon his features as he shook his head,

"Of course not, milady. Ms. Venora was kind enough to fetch a drink for me. The staff here is just awful. Would you believe me if I said they simply ignored me? How crass."

Looking back to Lady Venora, a smile cast upon his features as he said,

"I believe it'll be time to dance soon. If you have no companion, perhaps, with my Lady's permission, I can assist you in that endeavor. Of course, that would be after Lady Andaris is satisfied."
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Lady Andaris. Now this was certainly a turn of events. He was on the arm of a woman that was a part of the Andaris family, potentially heir to the Duchy depending on whom she was. Quickly, Zvezdana went through the information in her mind, trying to pinpoint a name in the line that would be most suitable for this outing. None came to mind. It irked her that there was something she did not know, but she had to refrain from showing this on her face. Instead, she returned to the conversation. Quentin was an observant man, having already a knack for how things were run in the aristocratic society.

”Yes, coming to events like this are generally a bore when you are alone. As per your observation, yes, I am alone. It make it easier to avoid dancing and boring chitchat about wealth and politics.” Instead, she could listen. Besides, she was a powerful woman. She was not going to occupy her time with a man that did not offer intelligent conversation and saw her as less than what she was. Many of the women whom drifted around on the arms of a man were tokens to that man. Something pretty to show off and tout like a piece of jewelry or a trophy.

A woman joined them shortly after, whom carried herself like a noble. Quentin introduced as Lady Evelyn Andaris. A look of understanding crossed her face instantly as she lowered her head to Evelyn in a polite manner. Maybe Quentin would notice that she did not curtsy or show further respect, maybe he wouldn’t. Surely, Evelyn would. ”Evelyn. It is a pleasure to see you out in public again. Quentin here was telling me he was accompanying a Lady of the Andaris House. I was initially surprised to hear that another noble daughter was here, but now it makes sense.”

Jab jab jab. This woman was no lady, and in her opinion, used the name in a fashion that should not be allowed. Yes, Evelyn was an Andaris by blood. Yet, her family had been ousted at some point in the line of succession. She would never be a Baroness or a Duchess, and was barely a Lady. She was an aristocrat, with ties to a noble house. That was all. Taking a sip of wine, her eyes danced. Like sheep to the slaughter this woman was. And Zvezdana intended to be the butcher.

”It would be my pleasure if Evelyn granted you permission Quentin. Please enjoy your dance. I am sure Mr. Andaris is happy to be looking down on your smiling face in another man’s arms.”

Jab jab jab. Slice.
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My, my. How the wealthy pretend to be so... sophisticated. Yet when confronted with even the slightest bit of strife, their elegant facade turns to a vile display of aggressive wordplay. At every given opportunity, the aristocratic craved their derogatory exchange, masking their distaste behind the guise of verbal complexity. Truly, it's beautiful to behold.

As the thought manifested within Qaerris' mind, already Zvezdana and Evelyn had begun to coil about each other in their verbal fencing, and it was not missed by either of Zvezdana's opposites that she had neglected to properly greet the other noble woman.

Evelyn let a smile cast upon her features as her knees bent into an unmistakable curtsy, the woman following the methodology of greeting to a T. Listening carefully, the woman tilted her head just slightly before righting herself to reply to the other,

"Yes, it has been an ordeal, Lady Zvezdana. But, enough time has passed and it simply would not do to hide within my winery, would it? Of course, you know far better than I about the recourse of social niceties. Surely, your students learn a great deal from you."

Sarcasm laced every word that Evelyn spoke, her smile diminishing as she continued to listen to the savagery of Zvezdana's attack upon her. Both unmerited and unnecessary, the Mortalborn wondered to himself just what profit the higher-ranked noble earned from such a verbal lashing.

It's so amusing! Qaerris thought to himself, his hand rising to his lips as a cough escaped them, an attempt to mask his mirth, for laughter had threatened to escape. Did she lash out at Evelyn for my remark? It's so... hilarious. The nobility are so petty.

However, there was no more mirth when Evelyn spoke next,

"My husband is dead, Venora. Perhaps you would remain loyal to a dead man for the rest of your days. Perhaps for being unable to muster an adequate number of proper suitors? I've heard, milady, that this isn't the first party you have been to alone. But, it is none of my business, just as my outings are none of yours. However, yes, for I am not unmerciful, you may borrow Quentin for a dance when I am done with him."

The retort was followed by a sickly sweet smile, as if her words had been shed in a more positive light. Evelyn then moved to grasp at Qaerris' tie, turning and holding it over her shoulder as she began to walk. Of course, Qaerris was forced to follow, the Mortalborn shrugging his shoulders as he turned his head to face the other,

"Do wait for me, Lady Venora. I'll come for you when Evelyn's feet begin to tire."

Before the two arrived upon the dance floor, Evelyn turned around, cupping both of her hand about Qaerris' strong jaw, pulling down upon him in order to press her lips to his. Qaerris, quite surprised by the show of affection, placed both of his hands at the woman's waist before they moved to the dance floor in earnest. Neither were particularly good at dancing, Qaerris needing to look down in order to not step on Evelyn's feet. The playing of a harp and a small, cozy band, however, called for a slower dance and for the Mortalborn, it was a relief.

"Are you okay?" Qaerris asked his Lady, whose eyes had begun to swim with small tears. Blinking them away, the woman nodded her head, her words nothing more than a whisper as her lips hovered close to the Mortalborn's neck.

"Some of them will never understand. I loved my husband, Qaerris, but he is gone. There is no 'Mr. Andaris' looking down from above. I watched his coffin fall into the earth and threw the first bit of dirt with my own hand."

"I know. But, some people will always fail to understand your hardship."

In the end, it's all vile pettiness. But, the pettiness is so fun to watch up close.

Qaerris very much enjoyed his lot in life this evening.
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Zvezdana relished in Evelyn’s curtsy and appropriate behavior to a lady above her. She offered a proper curtsy, where Zvezdana had not. She may not have truly respected, but fake respect was sometimes better. Everyone else around them would see the Andaris practically cave before a Venora, and that in itself was worth its weight in gold. Whatever feelings of pride Zvezdana was feeling immediately soured when Evelyn spoke in such away about her pupils. It was like kicking the puppy when having an argument with the dam. Zvezdana held firm, ignoring the slight against her by attacking the ability of her pupils. Even going after that bait was a little beneath her. She could recognize that Evelyn was trained in the art of etiquette. It would be a failed attempt at a slap in the face, and could potentially be turned around on her.

Before she could get another word in, Evelyn rolled on. Apparently her comment on the deceased husband had been taken seriously. Yet, Zvezdana could not bask in the warmth of that knowledge. The woman rolled right on for Zvezdana’s inability to draw in suitors. Now that was a stab right into her soul. She could not control the astonishment that crossed her face. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in utter shock. Any retort she had caught in her throat.

Quentin’s words fell on practically deaf ears. Evelyn probably enjoyed the way that she left the Venoran. Zvezdana watched them walk away with clouded, painful eyes. It wasn’t that she could not find a suitor. She simply did not want one. After what her father – and her evil brother – had done to her, it was not surprising she did not yearn for the touch of man. She was strong without one, and saw them as abusers and players. All of them.

Even Quentin.

A rage boiled in her chest as she turned on her heel and stormed through the ballroom. Unknowingly, she knocked into an aristocrat. His drink fell out of his hands, shattering against the ground. She made her way to the balcony for air. On her way outside, she downed the rest of her wine and found a servant.

”You will never let this glass go empty again,” Zvezdana’s voice cut viciously as she smacked the empty glass on his tray and took a full glass. ”I will have you thrown in jail for days if you cannot do that. I shall be on the balcony.”

She had ninty-nine problems and this bitch was going to be one of them.
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Wine Pairings: Southern Fish and Northern Wines
Quentin Alvina: Accompanying Evelyn Andaris
Quentin Alvina: Good Teeth
Quentin Alvina: From Outside of Rynmere?
Quentin Alvina: Kind of a Jerk
Evelyn Andaris: Even Better at Verbal Sparring than Me

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Zvezdana Venora: Noble

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Evelyn Andaris: My best Patron
Zvezdana Venora: A Manipulator
Zvezdana Venora: Nosy
Zvezdana Venora and Evelyn Andaris: At Odds
Zvezdana Venora: Single?

Qaerris, a quick note, your skills are a bit outdated as per the skill changes. Have a look at Jades post on the subject and get the updated please, if you need a hand feel free to let any staff or grader know, we're happy to help!

As always, any questions or concerns, if you think anything is missing or are wondering why something is there, send me a PM!
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So catty! A fun read! Am interested in these outsider manipulators clashing again!
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