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[Darth Nefaron]

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania
EQUIPMENT: Finest Black Robe

He hardly felt it.

Just a slight prick, skin breaking as vile poison entered his veins.
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For a long moment, Nefaron sat where he was. His hand rose, the slightest trickle of blood running down his palm as he examined what had been done. He inhaled deeply, as one might do to calm themselves or perhaps prepare for some intense bought of suffering. Yet Nefaron did nothing, he simply let the breath go without so much as a gasp or shutter.

"When one seeks to understand suffering, there is no better test subject than their own flesh."
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Oh yes, Nefaron had carried out countless experiments on himself in the decades that led up to this moment. All were risks, all sought to test not only the Dark Side but one's willingness to live over all else. Pain was the greatest teacher in this regard, as many beings might beg for the release of death under such intense torture. But Nefaron overcame this very human response, becoming ever more monstrous in the process. Yet this simple plant had sought to harm him, and so revenge was to be swift and brutal.

The same hand that was pricked suddenly and violently gripped the spiner plant, its thorns and tendrils reacting in defense only to be snuffed out by an ever-tightening hand. Black blood leaked from the closed fist of the Sith Lord, poison met poison as life seeped away from the defenseless plant. Nefaron did not bother to hide the cruel smile on his face, the pain fueling his own Darkness to the point of near ecstasy, or at least ecstasy as Nefaron experienced it. In the end, the grip relaxed and the Corpse Lord triumphed, allowing the dead plant to fall back to the ground, a black spot in an otherwise beautiful garden. There was no saving this specimen, for Nefaron had made it a cruel reflection of his own dark heart.

"My lady, you continue to surprise me. Were I lesser than I am, such a wound might have killed me! While you may be applauded for such an action, I'm afraid murder is still murder. Or would you claim this to be but an accident?"

Nefaron's gaze met Corazona's, and where Nefaron saw life in her blue orbs there was only emptiness in his white orbs. In truth, whatever shred of humanity Nefaron had died with his mother, and he didn't seem all that bothered by the loss.

"Accident or no, you have expressed that darkness in your heart. I need not see into your mind to glimpse it, for you have made it manifest before me, and oh how beautiful it is."

The Dark Lord's gaze drifted from her eyes to the very hands that brought life, only now noticing that she wore a ring. Unfortunately, Lady Corazona had clearly forgotten that Countess Leclerc bore no such bauble on her hand. No, this was a part of Corazona that she bore openly and passionately. It was such a simple thing, a tug of his fingers to draw the ring from its secure place to his own palm. Naturally, Jedi reap what they sow, the very same hand that had been so bloodied by the spiner plant now coveted the ring, black blood coating it as Nefaron held it up to examine it fully.

"Excellent craftmanship. The stone is a thing of beauty, only fitting for one so lovely as yourself. Expressions of love tend to be oh-so heartwarming, I must wonder how you came across such a thing. Clearly, your first marriage did not produce such a beautiful thing, but..."

The Corpse Lord allowed the implication to hang in the air between them, his gaze returning to the Jedi Princess as a knowing grin appeared on his lipless face.

"You must tell me who he is. I would very much enjoy meeting him."​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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CURRENT MISSION - Love Drives All Men M.A.D.
Immediate Goals -
1: To the Victor, go the spoils!
1.1: Survive the Afterparty (optional)
1.2: Reunite with Darth Malum of House Marr and/Or Quinn Varanin 's entourage
2: Make sure that Lirka Ka gets bandaged up, and pay for her damaged mask

BLUFOR - Darth Malum of House Marr

OPFOR - No enemies, just annoyances...

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Lirka Ka || Darth Malum of House Marr || OPEN FREQUENCY

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"A woman of independent needs - unsurprising." he affirmed, nodding and scooping up the shattered mask. Yes, indeed, a worthy trophy indeed. "But fine, Ah'll patch m'self up. Never know who'd follow a blood trail."

While not ideal under any circumstances, training and experience permitted Trayze the ability to bandage up the wounds inflicted on himself... and there were some first aid nearby, in case the Enchani battle-ballerinas injured themselves in some manner. However she would answer Trayze's offer of helping her, either directly or simply placing the medicinal kit in front of the Once-Sephi would be hers, but now, in a merry mood - he sensed the familiarly brooding tone of his cousin.

With a wry smile, his mind still enjoying the high of victory to accept the consequences of Lirka's presence - or perhaps, naive enough to see if the compassion she showed to Her Highness during the post-Susefvi festivities would be extended to Malum.

"Lemme scoop up my cousin real quick-" he gave a knowing smile. "Allow you an out, if ya wanna withdraw and regroup." A choice for Lirka, to submit herself to the eccentric and saccharine whims of the Kiffar, or flee with tail between her legs and known and branded as a meager creature of combat - capable of only victory or cowardice.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Darth Nefaron​

In the space between the spiner's strike and Nefaron's words, Cora held still. It had happened so quickly, and though her exterior was unreadable, a touch of fear threaded into her heart for his inevitable reaction.

Where...where had that come from…?

She winced as his hand wrapped around the vine, reaching out to stop him, then holding in hesitation. Heedless of the thorns that drew his blood, the Corpse Lord was quite literally strangling the life out of the something she'd grown. There was a metaphor in there somewhere, in the now withered husk of something that had once been beautiful.

Cora squinted, tightening her gaze on Nefaron's face. Though the hood shaded much of his features, scar tissue comprised most of what she'd seen. At one time, had he been something beautiful?

That thought evaporated as he tugged the ring right from her finger. Out of all the possibilities for this interaction, she had not considered that her engagement ring would be in the palm of a Sith Lord, the ichor of his dark blood spilling over white gold. His words, crafted to hurt, probed a spot in her so sore that-

SLAP!

A sharp crack rang out as her palm reeled back and struck the side of his face. From behind the mask, Cora glared. Her lips pulled into a scowl.

"I do not think that is a good idea," she hissed, voice low. "Have you no shame? No honor? Not as a being of Dark or Light, but as a man?"

The not-so-subtle sweep of her gaze over Nefaron would call that aspect of him into question. Her hand retreated, only to curve downward, palm out.

"Return to me what you took."

 

[Darth Nefaron]

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania
EQUIPMENT: Finest Black Robe, The Ring of Lady Corazona

Nefaron reeled from the strike.

Unlike the plant she’d unleashed upon him, the slap was meant to hurt.

I’ve won.
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The thought came to the Corpse Lord as he recovered from the strike, turning back to the infuriated Jedi, his cruel smile had only grown larger. He clenched the ring in his fist tightly, many thoughts crossed his mind as he considered how he would respond. Part of him took the slap as an invitation to lash out himself, to reach out and use his power to pinch her throat shut and watch her die here and now. Another part of him considered unleashing a torrent of lightning to ignite the garden and watch her desperately try to maintain life in the helpless plants.

But in the end, he obeyed the command, his hand extended to drop the ring in her outstretched palm. Yet the moment he grew close, he suddenly lashed out and gripped her hand, his blood now coating her hand as well. He gripped hard, harder than should be possible for such a fragile being, but the Corpse Lord had more to say to his foe.

“Honor? Shame? Do you truly believe such pathetic concepts exist amongst the Sith?”

He leaned in, the sun nearly dipping below the horizon as night approached. He was utterly revealed now, the Corpse Lord reveled in his victory as his cruel laughter filled the air.

“Your royal upbringing hinders your ability to see reality. In the real world, all that matters is power. Not the power you or your pathetic father wield, but the sort you deny yourself.”

Through their connected hands, Nefaron could glimpse her mind. It was fragments of past events, all concealed by her fury and disgust, but he did see what she hid from him.

The hand of a father who saw her as little more than property.

The hand of a husband who relished in her suffering.

The hand of a lover, desperate to seal their love with a beautiful ring.
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At last, Nefaron released her hand, the ring was blackened with the Corpse Lord's blood along with the hand that coveted it. Reaching out, Nefaron recalled his cane to his side and allowed his bloody hand to rest on it, once more adopting the humble guise he had arrived in.

“My Lady, you truly do bring joy to an old man’s heart.”

Nefaron’s smile did not wither, but the heart he spoke of had been cold and dead for many years. Yes, it still pumped blood, but nothing could stir it to feel genuine emotion other than those that fueled the Dark Side.

“I admire your willingness to murder me here and now, but it seems such a thing is not to be this night. We must do this again someday, I might invite your Fiancé or perhaps your father? I'm sure we'd have much to discuss."

The Corpse Lords hobbled past her, part of him awaiting a strike, perhaps another slap? Perhaps she would lash out with the force?

No, she would do nothing.

She was a Jedi after all.
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Nefaron paused for a moment after he made it a few steps past her, he slightly turned to look at her to provide one last bit of advice before he collected his copy of the book he'd originally come for.

"Remember, Lady Velvet, it's okay to be afraid." ​

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Why did they never chase after him?

It was an odd thought that trailed into the back of his mind, as he limped off, turning his head, as he felt her footsteps fade, never growing closer. It was always him, that had to chase, always him, that had to bore his bleeding heart outwards, make himself vulnerable to their pincers, as with all hope and prayer, that they would not pierce his most vital organ.

In the end, when matters grew too difficult, when he was in the midst of a suffering so grand.

...There were none who would sacrifice as much as he would for them.

...In the end, he supposed, he was as much alone, as he had always been.

His motions ceased as he stilled, gazing back through the door which swung open, towards the woman he had apparently so hurt, even as he was hurting so dearly inside. Even now, in the midst of his pain, why did he feel the compulsion to give chase, why did he wish to fall for the same trap that he had fallen for again, and again...

He breathed a caustic breath, the midnight wind visible in the air.

Turning his body towards the door.

Before freezing.

...

...Had there always been two presences near Qui- the Princess, that were so close?

He felt his blood draw near, an accidental consequence of the amulet that he wore around his neck. The window for speedy flight, was drawing, further, and further away.

...She would not wish to see him, not like this, not after the pain she felt, for even in the end, for all the anguish he felt, what care did anyone else have for it, in the minds of their own problems? She would not wish to see him... and... she already had others, ones whose expressions of comfort, he could only hope were matched by the feelings evidently felt by the Princess for them...

...She was beloved, she held company, she was not alone...

...All unlike him...

He turned red eyes towards the balcony, to take the stairs like this was asking for him to break his neck, and out in this quotidian night, the moonlight of thrice moons... there was an activity all for him, shared by few others, apart from those blessed with extent of certain limbs. His feet took him to the banisters, as clumsy steps had him overtake their cover.

Breathing in the cold air, taking one last... regretful... solemn glance backwards.

He took flight.

The wind whistled past him in rancerous energy, as he plummeted several feet in mere seconds, his face grew numb with the whipping of wind, ice threatening to form upon his features, as there was an odd peace to it all, a finality that he never imagined he would much enjoy.

For all that he railed against the immortal tyrants... it had never been a lack of understanding that had formented his opposition.

Nothing lasted forever.

He burst into a cloud of raven black feathers, emerging out of them, ravens, crows, and all other dark birds, those names which he affectionally called out as he nurtured them, petted their necks, Corvus, Cornix, Cornicula, Cuccurio, Corax, and Carpo all took flight, their feathers flapping in the wind, as they glided along the crescent that were the moon's aegis.

Flying free, Malum fled into the darkness.

A stray tear falling down onto the far wilderness below.

Quinn Varanin Trayze Tesar
Mentioned: Kirie Kaila Irons

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

The ring was now in her palm, but Cora winced as Nefaron now grasped her hand with a measure of unprecedented strength. Serene as the garden had been, the Force thrummed with the promise of chaotic energy.

Though it was the Jedi who'd drawn literal blood first, they were both held on the precipice of violence. Instead, they exchanged verbal blows.

"I do," she insisted. "I have witnessed them hold honor and shame in high esteem."

As the Sith Lord leaned in, so too did the Jedi Knight. Cora did not recoil from his appearance, irritatingly victorious and grotesque as it was. She stared at Nefaron, harsh blue eyes scrutinizing every scar, every twitch of his lipless mouth, even the whites of his milky eyes.

Then, he was in her mind. The vile intrusion lasted only a second, but it had been a second too long. For Nefaron, it was enough. Cora reeled her hand back to her chest, fingers clenched tightly around the ring. It was safe, it was back in her grasp, and she'd regrettably let this Sith get the better of her. With a slow exhale, she steadied herself.

"I don't think you'd enjoy their company," she murmured. Still kneeling, she kept her gaze on Nefaron, kept her senses extended as he hobbled past her.

"Remember, Lady Velvet, it's okay to be afraid."

A bolt of surprise struck her, but she remained quiet, collecting her thoughts.

"How typical of the Sith," she sighed. "You see a glimpse and fabricate the conclusion that most serves you."

Cora uncurled her fingers, stained with eerily dark blood. She tsked at the sight of her ring, and retrieved a monogrammed handkerchief to wipe what she could of the ichor from the kasha crystal. It would take a week's worth of meditation to cleanse the corruption.

What an uncouth man, she thought to herself bitterly.

As Nefaron hobbled away, her voice would drift into his mind, carried on the winds of the Force:

<I only wanted to show you how beautiful the flowers can be.>

Darkness chased away the last bits of golden sunlight. Beside Cora, the night-blooming candlewick blossom he'd gifted her unfurled its petals.

Darth Nefaron

[Exit]

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Ballroom //:
//: Naboo, Lady Velvet Manor //:
//: Dress //:
//: Kaila Irons //: Kirie //:
//: Date Night //:

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Closing her eyes, she felt him leave, his essence spreading, and when she knew he was gone, she sighed. His pain and annoyance ate at her while she wondered where she had failed in their friendship. Shaking off the feeling, she felt two of the three people she needed. As Kirie and Kaila approached her in the shadows, she smiled and carefully wiped under her eye so as not to disturb her makeup. Quinn nodded and exhaled again as she forced a laugh. "I'm okay, I just -" Kirie quickly interjected; the handmaiden had seen everything that had happened. She had hoped that no one had seen the embarrassing interaction.

Her cheeks flushed as she looked down and brushed back strands of flaxen hair behind her ears, a nervous habit as the crown adjusted slightly with the movement of hair. Another exhale as she pushed Malum from her mind. She didn't want to think about him, not tonight. There were more pressing matters at play, two specifically in front of her. Quinn downed the champagne she still had in her hand. She wanted to have fun again.

As Kirie finished her gentle threat, Quinn's devilish little smirk showed as she moved closer to the Weikian woman. The smirk was something Kirie and Kaila would both know to fear as the Princess had a terrible but delightful thought in her mind. As she drew closer to Kirie, one hand reached back for Kaila, grasping her hand and pulling her closer. Her free hand caressed gently along Kirie's chin, mirroring what she had done on Echnos. Quinn's hazel eyes looked over Kirie's face, her hand holding the servant's chin firmly, yet with a gentleness only the two women would know from their beloved Princess.

"Am I now?" Quinn questioned, knowing what the handmaiden was referring to. Pausing, Quinn soon ran the tip of her thumb over Kirie's lips and laughed softly. Leaning forward, she gently brushed their lips together, hidden in the shadows of the ballroom. Right now, she didn't care if anyone really saw them.

The kiss was gentle and brief; Quinn's hand released Kirie's chin as she leaned forward. She whispered loud enough for both women to hear, "I only bought this dress for you to take off," Her attention turned to Kaila, her smile widening slightly as her brows raised. "That includes you as well."

Quinn let what she had said linger between the two women, letting them work out what she was putting on the table for the rest of the evening. This was what Quinn wanted; it was what she needed.

Looking back towards Kirie, she had allowed the woman enough time to recover; she mused and tilted her head with a slight playfulness. "When we get back, put on the stable boy cosplay." Quinn teased as she adjusted her crown and ran her hands over the fabric of her dress.

"I'm ready to go back to the apartment." She headed towards the exit, fully expecting them both to follow.

[Exit]​

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[Tigris]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Main Ballroom
Outfit: Dress
Tag; Everest Vale

The fresh air felt good as Tigris inhaled deeply. She was out of her element in such a social setting, yet there was no trace of discomfort or timidity in the tattooed padawan. She was too well trained. But, inside, she was navigating something very unfamiliar to her, the uncharted territory of the romance that had become the center of the evening. Her romance with Everest.

Everest was a fount of affection. Sweet, caring, and now unafraid to display her feelings. As they settled on a bench in the gardens, Tigris found the closeness, the hand on her leg, the intimate press of Eve's head against her shoulder strange, warm and exhilarating all at once. The former assassin instinctively slipped her arm around the Echani's slender waist as they watched the sparring performance. Tigris inhaled again, this time her nostrils filling with the fragrances that were uniquely Everest. They seemed to melt some of that sober stalwartness of the Recopian.

Tigris sighed, relaxing further, settling against Eve, and sipped at her drink. She drank just enough to smooth the edge, making it easier to allow the thing between her and Eve to have it's way. Tigris turned her head enough to press a soft kiss to the Echani's luxurious silver hair, permitting herself to relish the intimacy, the warmth of Eve against her. Tigris would do anything for the girl, and she wasn't even sure why. Maybe because they had become so close. Eve knew all of Tigris' secrets. Or maybe there was such a thing as love.

Her voice broke the silence between them, low and smooth. "They need a real Echani to show them how it's done." Tigris teased lightly, giving Eve a squeeze. The older padawan knew Everest was not a fighter at heart, but Tigris also knew she was trained in the martial ways of her people. It was an empty tease, Tigris had no intention of letting Eve go, as the gentle but firm arm around the girl's waist proved.

Tigris had something else in mind, a desire that she could not ignore. Her forefinger rested under Everest's chin, gently lifting it until they were looking at each other. Then the dark-haired padawan gently held Eve's chin and leaned in to kiss the girl again. The arm around Everest's waist pulled her closer still. There, on the bench, Tigris could let the kiss linger, deepen, in it the revelation of the depth of her true feelings about Everest.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Dress: Link
Tags: Dreidi Xeraic​

The redhead chuckled at the suggestion of it removing the frivolous sleeves not being ‘Lady Velvet proper’. All the dress up felt a little silly to Katherine, but then again this was hardly her usual kind of affair.

“Oh yes please, I can't wait to get out of this dress and just throw on a shirt and trousers.” Katherine let out an exasperated sigh, beforely lightly laughing.

Taking the menu in hand, Katherine scanned the options there were on offer. She avoided anything ‘main course’ that would be for later. Instead she focused on the appetizers.

“Well, keeping things light for now, how about some…Ewok soup?” Katherine paused, a flash of concern in her face as she first looked at Dreidi then the waiter. Seemingly understanding the redhead’s silent question, he let out a sigh.

“I assure, it’s not made out of Ewok, simply named after them; their resourcefulness. A mix of beef, broth, carrots, potatoes, onions and a dash of spice.”

Katherine nodded, relieved her immediate worst thought wasn’t true. “Well, that sounds appealing?” She said, looking back at Dreidi. “Do you want anything in particular to drink?”

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[Kirie]

Naboo
Quinn Varanin | Eira Dyn | Tamsin Graves | Kaila Irons | Serina Calis
~ Girls Night ~

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Kirie gave Eira a small smile and nodded her thanks, glad she understood. She was not that surprised to see Eira peel away as Kirie made her way back towards Quinn, but part of her was a little disappointed in herself. In an ideal world, she'd have spent more than a few songs with Eira, got to know her enough to begin forging a friendship with Quinn's apprentice. Unfortunately, it was proving to be a complicated and fast moving evening. Kirie's frazzled and slightly intoxicated mind was struggling just to keep up, so she just had to shove the guilt aside for now and trust that Eira didn't mind too much. Besides, as Quinn's apprentice she was always around. There'd be time to further aquaint herself with Eira later.

In the meantime, she took her place beside Quinn.

Kirie reached out, gently adjusting the crown sitting atop Quinn's head while she gathered herself, admiring the delicate shine of the metal. She suited the crown, deserved it. It looked and felt right. She almost wished Quinn would adorn herself with it all the time. It was here, up close to her love, that she noticed the knowing smirk plastered across her face. She knew what that meant, and her heart fluttered, butterflies in her stomach as she wondered what wss going to come out of Quinn's mouth. She was glad to have distracted Quinn from her woes, but she was almost nervous to her her attention again, potent drug that it was.

Still standing close from adjusting the crown, Kirie lifted her chin up dutifully as Quinn's hand found its place there. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kaila grabbed and pulled in as well. The corners of her mouth tugged up into a fleeting smile, glad that it would not just be her who faced Quinn. She did her best to hold Quinn's gaze, even if it made her want to crumble, but it was meaningless anyway, for they fluttered closed a moment later when Quinn briefly pressed her lips to hers. She'd feel Kirie smiling shyly through it, nervous at being out in public like they were, even sequestered in this darkened corner of the ballroom.

"I only bought this dress for you to take off,"

"That includes you as well."

Kirie knew that she had brought this upon herself. She had thought herself ready and steeled to handle whatever teasing Quinn threw back at her, but she was woefully unprepared, and as always, found herself blushing and looking away. What was that thing people said, that those who can't take it shouldn't dish it out? It was advice Kirie should probably learn to follow, but that she knew she wouldn't. She enjoyed it too much, pushing herself out of her comfort zone, then being swept off her feet. There was a certain rush to it.

The last words echoed in Kirie's head. They had the same cadence as any of Quinn's other flirting, but they carried with them an intensity that was different. Head swimming, Kirie cast a nervous glance to Kaila, wondering if the same thoughts were running through her head, if she felt the same nervous excitement as Kirie.

"Shall we go then?"

"When we get back, put on the stable boy cosplay."

"That is not happening." Kirie scoffed and tried her best to put on a look of distaste. In reality, a plan was already forming in her mind, egged on by the drinks and the chaotic back and forth of the evening, but it would have to wait. As Quinn headed for the door, Kirie did a little half-run to catch up, interlinking her arm with Quinn's and taking her hand.

"Bye Tamsin!!"

With her free hand, she gave a frantic wave goodbye to Tamsin, still talking to the date Kaila had matchmade. She looked around for Serina, hoping to say goodbye to her too, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. They stepped into the night air and Kirie leaned her head on Quinn's shoulder, waiting for their speeder to pick them up. She sighed contentedly. This evening had been the most fun she'd had in months, and for the first time in a long while, the cold and heavy weight of dread was absent.

~ Exit ~​

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Suit + Tie
Tag: Quinn Varanin Kirie
Nearby: Tamsin Graves Eira Dyn Alana Calloway

Kaila had expected the night to end terribly. Then again, she was a trained pessimist, once.

She wandered closer, ready to offer her support.

Kirie had beaten her to it though, and aptly described the man she'd seen Quinn speaking with, a man with whom she had complicated history of her own. The small brunette however, had a way of brightening the room even if she did not know. A talent she envied.

"Don't worry about him. You..." she whispered, just loud enough for Kaila to overhear too. "Are in so much trouble tonight."

The young Darth fought back a bemused grin and chuckled deeply.

Those two would have a fun night.

Even if Kaila must wait her turn, so long as Quinn was happy, that's all that mattered. She trusted Kirie, and only Kirie, with the echani's heart, sometimes more than herself. And so she turned, eyes peeled for a waiter.

"I'll get us one more drink for the road-"

Before she could flee however, to give the two women their well deserved moment, Kaila was taken by her hand and pulled in.

"Am I now?" Quinn questioned, knowing what the handmaiden was referring to.

She stood there, stunned. The princess had her maiden by the chin, and her Knight by the hand. She'd known about their intertwined hearts for some time now, shared the secrets between only themselves in hushed whispers. But to see it for herself? The way Quinn traced her thumb over the handmaiden's lip, then pressed theirs together in a gentle, loving kiss, made her own lips purse. All while they held hands.

It was a part of their lives she'd never been a part of, not like this. Was she jealous? Did she wish it were her lips, her kiss? Or was this tight feeling in her chest something else entirely?

She swallowed.

"I only bought this dress for you to take off," Her attention turned to Kaila, her smile widening slightly as her brows raised. "That includes you as well."

Her lip trembled and breath shook, audibly so.

Between everything which had happened that night and copious amounts of drink they'd all shared, the young Vahla was speechless, fighting to tear her eyes off Kirie as she glanced to her princess, overwhelming thoughts behind them as she struggled to find words.

"Quinn...? Are you...? Are we...?"

Her gaze met Kirie's then, her freckled face accented in rose. Lips twitching with the first signs of a smile.

She exhaled sharply, a weak attempt at a chuckle, it seemed. The night had been full of surprises, some welcome, some not. This was certainly the most pleasant of them, and it appeared as though they were all in agreement.

"Shall we go then?"

"Yes... I'm... I am eager to retire for the evening."

Kaila bit her lip, wearing a shy, bewildered smile as she fell in with the pair, taking Quinn's opposite hand as the three began to leave, together this time.

She sent a telepathic message to her apprentice, assuming it'd be less slurred than her speech. Something resembling an "enjoy your evening" or "I'll call you a hover-taxi" message that was at least mostly comprehensible.

And whether she realized it or not, Eira Dyn was now expected to look after Anathemous' student.

She had... royal matters to attend.

[Exit]

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Location: Ballroom
Outfit: Dress Suit
Tag: Katherine Holt

"Baggier the better for me." Dreidi chuckled as the idea of baggy shirt and trousers sounded ideal right about now. She was still dealing with the post pregnancy joys that life had to bring. Form fitting was not something she was thrilled to wear for that reason alone.

Hearing the sigh and explanation that the soup was not in fact made from the sentient beings, she shook her head. It wasn't where her mind had gone with it but she appreciated the fact that clarified that option. "Two for the soup then." Dreidi mentioned with a smile to the waiter.

Looking over to Katherine, "oh, just a water for me. Can't drink at the moment. But please get something fancy for yourself!" Dreidi mentioned, not wishing to make her date feel like she could not enjoy a drink as well.

"Do you burn a lot of energy to fly? My species, Zorren, burn a tonne of energy every day so constantly eating." Dreidi mentioned with a smile.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Dress: Link
Tags: Dreidi Xeraic​

“Two waters it is then.” Katherine said towards the waiter, who gave a firm nod before walking off. The redhead smiled lightly, looking over at Dreidi. “I’d much rather enjoy a drink with you, so I will abstain in solidarity.”

As Dreidi asked about her wings, a look of amusement flashed across Katherine’s expression. “Oh don’t even get me started…” The redhead replied, letting out a small laugh. “I didn’t used to, back when I was like five-six, with wings the same size as right now. I had to actually lessen how much ‘power’ I put into my flying to maintain control. Made it easier to fly quicker though.”

Katherine looked away for a few moments, recalling fond memories.

“Then well, this happened.” She paused to wave a hand down at herself. “And now I have to put more power into my flying in order to lug around this larger frame. Which yeah, does a number on me if I haven’t eaten enough beforehand.”

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Location: Ballroom
Outfit: Dress Suit
Tag: Katherine Holt

Nodding her head, "that is very generous of you. I am currently abstaining for a while longer due to my son. The joys of early parenting." Dreidi chuckled softly as she opened up about the reasoning behind her abstaining. Just so her companion didn't feel like she was doing it out of any tradition or spiritual reasoning.

"Yeah, it has been years since I could eat a normal amount. Now I am lucky to just eat enough to maintain the physical build I currently have." Dreidi chuckled again, "but it is nice to know that others have a similar struggle. I guess it means that we will need to both eat plenty for burning all the calories dancing." Dreidi grinned since she figured it would be a good incentive to indulge themselves in the variety of food that was going to be offered here. Dreidi wasn't really one for fancy food culture so this would be a big step into that foray.

Looking over to Katherine, "what's your favourite types of food to eat then?" It was always good to know what someone enjoyed to eat, Dreidi figured.