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Public Winter Gala - Lifeday Event

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Eloise smirked a bit as the boy laughed and hugged her, reaching around to give him a little pat on the back. But she was still dead, so she remained where she had fallen.

Alicio had gone into retreat, leaving the battle at Maeve and Liana versus Amani. Eloise almost felt bad for her master, especially when Maeve sent a snowball hurtling toward Amani at light speed…

 
"You know, white looks good on you, love."

"Hm." Amani grumbled, her jaw shifting with irritated amusement, "I'll pay you back later," The Count naturally knew how to press her buttons better than anyone else. Whatever she was scheming, the chief healer was in for the long con, instead setting her current sights on Maeve, who was recovering from the latest hit. Liana offered compliments to her mother/adversary, "Thank you, sweetie."

Maeve seemed less happy. She scooped up another snowball, and Amani did the same, both of them coming to some kind of silent understanding in their standoff. Then, they both launched their attacks simultaneously. Unfortunately for Amani, Maeve was quicker on the draw. A pile of snow splashed across the mirialan's face, while her own snowball flew off course, and she fell backwards onto the drift. Wiping the cold impact away, she quickly raised her hands in surrender, lest another immediately follow, "Alright alright, you win this time." She smirked, then shivered. As far as Amani was concerned, getting Maeve involved at all was a win condition of its own. "How about we get warmed up and get outta here?" The kids probably needed to be getting to bed sooner rather than later, and the cold weather was starting to overstay its welcome. Best to end the winter celebration on a high note...

 
The battle was over only moments after it had begun.

Maeve hurled her snowball just before Amani, and snow burst across the Jedi Master's face, sending her toppling into the ground. Resisting the urge to let out a shout of victory, Maeve actually grinned.

With Eloise martyred and Alicio having made a strategic retreat, there was really no one else left to challenge her, and so no more reason to continue the battle. Just like that, she'd won.

Still, the smirk Amani wore told Maeve she'd gotten exactly what she wanted. She had drawn her into a snowball fight, of all things. An impossibility.

Maeve tried not to think about it. Instead, at Amani's offer to withdraw, she nodded gratefully.

"A fine idea," she said, looking over her shoulder to Liana. The little girl seemed fine, but as the night dragged on, the temperatures were sure to drop. Already, Maeve could feel the chill on her back, the cold nipping at her neck... or was that the snowball Amani had thrown earlier? No matter. She didn't need the children catching frostbite.

Maeve frowned. Wait a minute. For a moment there, it almost seemed like she cared.

Shaking her head, she strode over to Amani, joining her side as Alicio and Eloise gathered up August and Liana. Following her lead, Maeve walked with her towards the warmth of the manor, welcomed by the glittering lights of the party, and as she hooked an arm with Amani's, she couldn't resist asking:

"Now, I know I was gone a long time, but tell me… what else did I miss?"

Exit Thread.​
 

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A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

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Location: Ballroom
Wearing: X
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Ivalyn Yvarro Ivalyn Yvarro

The way Ivalyn smiled in response to his words and touch could not have prepared him for her decision to pull away from him in the next moment. A thing that had Rik staring after her, at once feeling the urge to pull her back in, but that she stíll held on quelled it, and the questioning look he cast in her direction found an answer in how she beckoned him to follow, leading him away from the floor by his hand.

It was unlike the company he had with various women in his adult life. No, this beckoned to something older, more entrenched in his psyche, and surrounded with soft fuzz and light cast on it by the distance of time. Back when he was only a boy, having learned to dance at the insistent direction of his noble great-grandmother, and going on to test out that newfound skill - albeit a tad nervously - on girls at societal events he hadn't attended since Jedi training had begun to take a more prominent place in his life; how some girls, innocent he and they all were, made a point to express their appreciation in honest words. And one of them being the first girl to press a soft peck to his cheek.

How distinctly the memories came to him as they stepped off the dance floor, such that the bend of his mouth took on a fond quality, his brow creasing curiously for a scant moment - why now was he reminded? He hadn't thought of such things in years. But when he resettled his attention on Ivalyn as she began to meander through what she had to say, he could only look at her and smile just as warmly. His words directed back at him like a question, answered with the flush of her cheeks.

Ivalyn wasn't the only one who was charmed.

Being introduced to the boy he had spotted with her at the outset answered one of the countless wonderings that had formed in his thoughts over this too short a time. A nephew. Though he could tell the boy scrutinized him, Rik simply gave Iskendyr a short and shallow incline of his head in greeting while listening to Ivalyn continue on, perhaps a little flustered - he seemed to have that effect at times - while laying out her reasoning for giving him her direct contact.

She wasn’t any less beautiful, even as she started to ramble; to say he had become captivated over the speck of time they’d spent in each other’s company was apt, such that the full impact of her words as she handed him the slip of paper with her contact wouldn't fully hit him until he was left with himself to think the night over. The absence of her hand in his, his arms around her… that would set in much faster. It was already starting to.

“It was--,” he started to agree when she said her first not-goodbye, momentarily given pause by her nephew’s awkward whisper; he continued, his voice bearing a measure of disbelief, “--an unexpected pleasure.”

Truly it was. She gave her last parting words as her nephew pulled her insistently away, and he raised his hand in acknowledgement and reciprocation, wordless, soundless until she gave the classical hand signal for a phone, prompting a bemused look on his face until she mouthed the two words that went along with it. At this he could only crack the start of a grin before she stepped out of view, which was the point he fell into a low and initially somewhat bewildered laugh despite himself, without a single care about any attention he might draw; this went on for the better part of a minute, becoming an honest chuckle that tapered off, the Corellian becoming quiet as he returned to the piece of paper in his hand.

Rik studied the flow of her writing, his thumb running over the script. “Ivalyn Yvarro, huh?” He uttered softly.

A note held in the same hand she had last held; he could feel almost a faint impression of her fingertips burned into his palm. He blew out a heavy sigh as the sensation of their meeting began to gain a sort of weightiness, as reality started to creep in... that is, until he elected to do what he could to stave it off a little longer, and savour all that the evening had ignited in him. Rik then wandered onward in search of something stronger than what was being ported around by the service staff to cap the night off, entering her contact details into his personal comm as he went. Not at all minding that he hadn’t succeeded in what he’d come here for, in the first place; the time, after all, hadn’t been wasted.

Not in the slightest.

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A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
BALLROOM EMERALD HEIGHTS
GALLO MOUNTAINS NABOO

Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania Ryana mina Ryana mina

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Cora seemed to take the concern coming at her from both sides better than could be expected, for unsolicited advice, and she didn’t get defensive. He could understand wanting to dote on a pet; he had taken to Speck with a great deal of patience and care, gradually assuaging the fear the little creature had developed from the harrowing experience of the Cataclysm, and displacement to a new home. It had been rewarding to see Speck become a completely different and happier pet, and it was one of the ways he had coped with all that had happened since.

“Likewise,” he returned with a tip of his head, “a pleasure.”

A faintly amused smile pulled onto his face at the mention of Cora burning her outfit. He couldn’t blame her. Most in a societal environment would see it as childish, but he hadn’t been raised and educated to be so narrow minded and judgemental. Vizion watched her disappear into the crowd then turned back to Ryana and Pip.

“It’s about time I found my way to my accommodations for the night, as well,” his gaze drifted to the dance floor as he spoke, briefly wondering how the night had went for the oldest of his friends, then found his way back to the Twi’lek, “It’s been good to meet you, Ryana,” he also gave the racyon a friendly scritch, “and you as well, Pip.”

Viz stepped back, and tipped his head, ever so briefly.

“A good night to you both,” He gave a cordial smile, “and well wishes for the year ahead.”

Then he ambled on his way through the crowd, depositing his glass on a tray as it floated by, collected his coat, and went out into the night.

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