Mirari finds a place to sit in the ballroom, watching as people start to file in with their garment bags. "Or a new Barony." She says to Talen, snickering as she gets comfortable.

Oliver enters the ballroom in his silks and leathers, a pack slung low over one arm. There's a glance around with dark eyes before he spies Talen and Eleyna, a low bow offered to the Archduchess and Prince before he goes to find a place to loiter, which happens to be close to Mirari. He addresses her in a low voice.

Josephine has joined the Decadent Couch.

Silvio has joined the Decadent Couch.

The Velenosa Estate ballroom is a bustle of activity as the competition begins. Servants with glasses of wine and champagne mill about the room offering refreshment to those that desire it while other servants offer assistance to the competitors in carrying garment bags or assisting with last minute alterations. The Grand Duchess herself sits on the throne overlooking the ballroom, a serene expression on her face as if the frenetic activity comforts her. She slants a glance at Talen and murmurs in her usual low, husky tone, "Then start saving up your personal funds like I have, darkling. Until then... don't judge the way I choose to spend mine. I'm making a point."

"Over here." Josephine gestures to a couch, though she bows to Eleyna and Talen at the front of the room before making her way to the chosen couch.

Zoey was, it would seem, here when the servants were setting up. She's tucked in the corner of a couch, legs crossed at the ankles, with a garment bag draped across her lap. She has a book out and is reading... At least until people show up.

Zoey has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Zoey has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Zoey has joined the Decadent Couch.

Keski, a nervous disciple of Petrichor, Aletta, an even more nervous disciple of Petrichor arrive, following Brigida.

Sabella comes in, trailed by Elizabetta and Lily carrying garment bags. She offers a half-smile and a wave to those she knows, though she heads over towards Zoey as soon as she spots her. "Zoey! I'm so glad to see you here! Did you make something? Of course you made something. I thought I'd try my hand at it, though with competition like this I doubt I've got a chance," she says cheerfully.

Sabella has joined the Decadent Couch.

Grazia glides in empty handed, though she does look curious about the entries. She moves to go sit next to her brother-in-law, perhaps to cheer him on in the competition.

Grazia has joined the Decadent Couch.

Silvio has rolled a critical success!
Silvio checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 16 higher.

Keski, a nervous disciple of Petrichor have been dismissed.

Aletta, an even more nervous disciple of Petrichor have been dismissed.

Zephirine arrives, following Talwyn.

"Or that," Talen agrees, pointing towards Mirari, before giving her a small wave. When more arrive to perform their bow or nod or general hellos, he inclines his head to them in due course, then adjusts his seating to reply to Eleyna more comfortably: "I've never managed to save that much money before needing to spend it. It all goes on ridiculous things. It's not irresponsible, it's commitment to a lifestyle," insists Talen.

Silvio bows once he's able to set down their things, then settles down and picks up one of the boxes, making a last minute check on one of the items. He closes his eyes a moment then looks around to get hints of the competition. He seems to recognize Sabella and lifts a hand to her, smiling as she joins the couch. "Ahhh, my dear..." he greets, and then Grazia too?! Hot Damn, now he really looks pleased. If he's nervous at all, it does not show one bit. "Duchess...I am so pleased to see you've come."

2 House Velenosa Guards, Renault, the mustachioed Lycene arrive, following Theo.

Coming in with Nisaa Whisper on his arm, Jordan is clad in his almost-full suit of diamondplate, an assistant hired for this occasion carrying a trunk trailing after them. With a bow towards Eleyna, and then another towards Talen, he mentions, to the latter, "Glad to see you are in hale health, Your Highness." Smiling briefly to the Dark Prince, then, he picks a seat for himself and for the Whisper, pulling a chair back for her.

Grazia purrs in her husky voice to Silvio, "What sort of beautiful thing have you wrought? I know you must have something spectacular prepared, yes?" She is perfectly content to watch, though, offering Sabella a little nod of greeting. "Darling princess, I hope that you are quite alright," she says to the Grayson.

Mirari leans in to quietly speak to Oliver again before she waves distractedly towards Talen. She folds her arms over her chest and scans the room with her green eyes.

Josephine bows as much as she can as nobility after nobility joins the couch, the much older woman sitting quietly in her somber silks and regarding the 'competition' that filters in.

"And if someone chooses to buy themselves a barony with their winnings, more power to them," Eleyna murmurs with an easy smile before she rises from her seat to address those gathered, "I would like to thank you all for coming and each of you that has chosen to enter for your creativity and work. Unfortunately, I can only award the prize to one of you. Each of the entrants will approach with their creation and be given time to show it off and explain their inspiration, if they like. Best of luck to all of you!" She sits again and gives a nod to those who will be corraling the competitors.

"Lord Silvio. My apologies for not being able to meet with you sooner. Things have been...busy." Sabella comments, before Grazia greets her and she replies smoothly, "I am recovering. Scholar Oswyn says that fresh air will help with the healing process, so I wanted to come out tonight since I'd been thinking of designs for ages. Congratulations on your news! Our children will be close enough in age that I hope they play often and will become close friends!"

Zoey looks up from slipping her book into her satchel when Josephine and Silvio take a seat. Her face warms as she looks to the former, reaching out to lightly told the older woman's hand. "Mistress Arcuri, wonderful to see you!" Oop. "Sabella, there you are, darling. Did you now? Good! Have a seat."

Nisaa comes in not with a garment bag, just herself dressed in aeterna, arm linked with Jordan's. She dips her head with respect to Talen and Eleyna, adding a small curtsy, when Jordan greets them. "Good evening," she says in a heavily accented voice before she walks with the knight to a seat.

Theo, for his part, takes his place near the wine. He leans up against the wall, his blue eyes taking the room in over his glass.

Zoey has joined the line.

Though he comes alone, Talwyn doesn't lack for style doing so. That flash of an iridescent blue coat in a pavonine shade matched to the slightly darker gem-tones of his underlying vest certainly make their mark. A man of fashion, then. He moves through the ballroom with an intrigued cast to his dark eyes, though his expression holds a subtle, content pleasure for the surroundings. A deep nod comes as he acknowledges Eleyna when she speaks, and then orients after Sabella's voice. There is a smile for her, brief and restrained; for Grazia, something a note warmer to go with the inclination of his head. Then it's showtime for the others. He seeks a place to sit.

Talwyn has joined the Decadent Couch.

Oliver has joined the line.

Silvio has joined the line.

"Do I get a vote?" Talen asks Eleyna, knowing full well he doesn't, before he leans over to Jiacomo and has the man go and take a place in the queue. "On behalf of Lady Enyo Gilden, whom cannot be here today because she's sick, I'll be having Jiacomo show off the dress submitted. Sadly he refused to wear it, even for a healthy bribe, so-- we're all a little bit less happy today than we could've been." The man is, after all, an elder statesman and very proud in his service.

Talen has joined the line.

Sabella has joined the line.

Mirari has joined the line.

Jordan has joined the line.

Karadoc's here, in body and (mostly) spirit. Certainly not a participant, just a curious observer.

Karadoc has joined the Scandal Couch.

Silvio rises from the couch with the items, nodding to Josephine, and then heads over to the attendants to properly instruct them on how to stand whilst they hold his items, lest they ruin the aesthetic of the demonstration.

2 House Mazetti Aspirants, Marius arrive, following Giulio.

"Mmm, I want a vote, too," Grazia informs Talen. "But we must settle for what we are allowed. No one knows her own mind better than the Archduchess." Of course, she doesn't have an entry and she's already succeeded in getting Eleyna a gift. Besides, she can probably afford her own barony.

Isabelle, who is just so tired of everyone's nonsense arrives, following Niklas.

Jordan has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

With one bottle in hand and another tucked away inside of a pocket in his coat, Theo pushes away from the serving area, and makes his way over to find a place to sit. His glass, long since drained, has been abandoned, and he drinks now from the bottle as he lounges back languidly in a couch.

Nisaa has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

Theo has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Taking a seat on the closest couch, Karadoc takes a brief glance around - pauses, looks back - and he offers a lazy little wave of wriggled fingers toward familiar faces.

Turn in line: Zoey

The Archduchess gives the nod to the servant standing at the foot of her throne who then announces in a deep voice that somehow fills the ballroom without him sounding like he is shouting, "Lady Zoey Kennex!"

"We could have our own voting council," Talen proposes to Grazia, not being serious at all, as he quietens just enough to nod to those new arrivals and watch with some interest. "What I like about my wife's choice in format for this competition is she eschewed any 'runner ups'. It's perhaps a questionable decision but you're quite right, for a competition that is purely subjective, it's kind of fascinating to see who all were willing to try it out. I commend everyone, because she's inordinarily picky."

The slender figure of Giulio Mazetti makes his way into the ballroom. Trailed by his guards and secretary. Something of a smile toys his lips, those cold black orbs flitting from person to person. Casually, he takes note of Jordan, inclining his head with a flash of a smile, a mirroring one offered Grazia -- to whom he whispers on his way past, before slipping towards a dark corner of the room -- for the moment, content to simply listen.

Giulio has joined the Shadowy Corner.

Zoey blinks a little as her name is suddenly called. "Goodness. Well, off I go." She sets her satchel aside and stands, black silks rustling as she steps before the throne. A small, warm smile is offered Eleyna, as well as a deep and graceful curtsey. Rising, she carries the garment bag to the throne itself, pausing at its foot with a lofting brow. "Do I just... Take it out or hand it to a servant...?"

Talwyn takes note of each person coming and going behind those dark eyes. A measured chuckle tempered by a soft volume, infinitely controlled, follows the statement from Grazia. He chooses to settle on a couch grouping more popular than others, and turns his focus with keen interest on Zoey. First victim, first blood.

The Archduchess gives Zoey a warm smile and says, "You can show it yourself. Talk about your inspirations or anything you want really. Or nothing at all. It's up to you, my dear."

Niklas is late, but so is everyone that comes in after him, so whatever. He looks around, then makes haste to where his wife and his protege sit. Though there is no room at the couch he gives them both a pep talk, "I want you both to know that obviously I'm rooting for Sabella first, but I'm also saving just a little bit of cheering for Zoey. So it's Sabella," he holds his hand way up, "Zoey," he holds his hand down, "and everyone else," he gives a thumbs down and makes a fart noise with his mouth. And then Zoey is going up to take her turn, doubtless filled with encouragement and familial love from her cousin and patron.

A tad late in attending, eventually Quenia makes her way into the event. She's without extra clothing though, choosing to come as she is. Not that she'd be the best at designing anything. She's merely here to be a voyer of the event. She takes a moment to glance around the room and see what seating options, and with whom, are available.

Zoey ahs and unfastens the garment bag, handing the bag itself to a nearby servant to hold. She pulls out first, a pair of seasilk shoes in shimmering shades of lilac blue and leafy green. Then comes the gown with its iridescite buckled belt and high-low skirts. And finally, a Lycene bolero jacket edged in white guipure lace at the collar. "I know, your Grace, that you are a true woman of fashion. You enjoy the new and innovative, but you have a deep respect for classic elegance. I sought to design something that embodied both those qualities. It's simple and elegant, something that is comfortable and practical to wear, with a pinch of sass and a little bit of high spirits."

Zoey drops a charming lilac and leaf green garment bag.

Zoey gets a captivating seasilk and iridescite gown with high-low skirts, a beautiful pair of seasilk stiletto heels with cut-away details, a seasilk bolero jacket with elbow length sleeves and a hint of lace from a charming lilac and leaf green garment bag.

Zoey drops a captivating seasilk and iridescite gown with high-low skirts, a beautiful pair of seasilk stiletto heels with cut-away details, a seasilk bolero jacket with elbow length sleeves and a hint of lace.

Sabella reaches out for Niklas' hands, "Thank you for your enthusiasm, my love! But I think we're the ones people are not betting on considering the talent in this room. Though I do think people would rank Zoey higher than I. You've seen how exquisite her wardrobe is I'm sure." She then ooohs and ahhhs over what Zoey presents. "See?"

Talen leans over and whispers in Eleyna with an almost feral grin at Zoey's unveiling, then he clears his throat, and settles back into Good Behaviour Mode (TM).

"Well, that is pretty, isn't it? Very idyllic," Grazia remarks, mostly to Sabella, to whom she is carrying on a relatively quiet conversation.

After a fashion, Quenia finally settles on the inviting couches, and takes a seat. She carefully arranges the skirts of her pink seasilk dress, and folds her hands on her lap. Her brow raises ever so slightly at the garments produces, and looks almost like she might ooh and aah over them herself, but she remains discreet in her interest and like of them.

Nisaa is sitting at a couch with Jordan quietly talking as her verdigris eyes watch the presentation to Eleyna. They open a touch wider when she sees the items Zoey has brought. "It is a beautiful outfit, yes?" Nisaa looks to Jordan as she comments on the piece.

Whatever Talen whispers to her earns him an inelegant snort of amusement from the Grand Duchess before her attention is refocused on the task at hand. Eleyna gives Zoey a grin before she looks over the gown presented with a discerning eye. Next to her, Sybilla is busy taking notes. "The coloring of the gown is gorgeous, Lady Zoey. The neckline is beautiful wrought. Your work is beautiful. My husband quite likes it as well." She tilts her head at Talen before laughing slightly. "Thank you so much."

Turn in line: Oliver

Zoey smiles softly at the Archduchess. "It's my pleasure, your Grace. Thank you for the creative exercise." That's all she says. She puts the garments away again and collects her bag from the ever-helpful-but-still-nameless servant.

Jordan nods to Nisaa, flashing the Whisper a brief smile. "I think the goal as intended was achieved there. Very stately, I think."

Zoey picks up a charming lilac and leaf green garment bag.

Zoey picks up a captivating seasilk and iridescite gown with high-low skirts.

Zoey picks up a beautiful pair of seasilk stiletto heels with cut-away details.

Zoey picks up a seasilk bolero jacket with elbow length sleeves and a hint of lace.

Talwyn is overheard praising Zoey: For captivating designs worthy of any highborn lady.

Zoey puts a captivating seasilk and iridescite gown with high-low skirts in a charming lilac and leaf green garment bag.

Zoey puts a seasilk bolero jacket with elbow length sleeves and a hint of lace in a charming lilac and leaf green garment bag.

As Zoey is led away, the next competitor is announced, "Master Oliver Arterius!"


Oliver starts forward when his name is called, headed towards the throne. He bends into a bow for Eleyna, a warm grin upon his lips. "Your Grace," he intones in a deep voice as he begins to remove his items with great care from his pack. They are revealed one by one to the Archduchess - beginning with the slippers, which appear to be made of viper skin. "I came across an extraordinarily rare snakeskin from a traveling Lenosian merchant. Vipers are not rare in and of themselves, but this kind has a unique colouring and pattern to the skin. And apparently they do not need to puncture the skin to kill, the poison will soak through the skin. I thought the fangs were a nice touch," he motions to the viper fangs that still hang from the ribbons of the slippers, before he carries on. "For the rest of the outfit, I took inspiration from you, of course. The White Lily of Lenosia," he smiles to Eleyna, chuckling quietly to himself. "Although I added a few splashes of purple." And with that, he reveals the skirt and bodice.

Oliver gets a dramatically draped asymmetrical tiered skirt in various shades of purple seasilk, a bodice of gossamer silk and lace cut to resemble a gilded lily, slippers of violet viper skin secured with thin ribbons that end in deadly fangs from a leather delivery pack belonging to Oliver Coldrain.

Oliver drops a dramatically draped asymmetrical tiered skirt in various shades of purple seasilk.

Oliver drops a bodice of gossamer silk and lace cut to resemble a gilded lily.

Oliver drops slippers of violet viper skin secured with thin ribbons that end in deadly fangs.

Karad's sleepy blue eyes widen just a fraction, muttering to himself. "Those slippers are fierce."

Nisaa lets out a little gasp and places her fingertips over her lips. She turns to Jordan again and says, "that is being a gorgeous outfit too. I could just imagine dancing in my garden in something like that!"

Eleyna gives Oliver a smile and looks over the items displayed. The description that he offers produces a small laugh from the Archduchess before she murmurs, "I have a penchant for vipers, it's true. Such an interesting color, though. Truly gorgeous. I also agree with Lord Karadoc. These slippers are fierce. Thank you so much, Master Arterius."

Oliver picks up slippers of violet viper skin secured with thin ribbons that end in deadly fangs.

Oliver picks up a dramatically draped asymmetrical tiered skirt in various shades of purple seasilk.

Zoey puts a beautiful pair of seasilk kitten heels with cut-away details in a charming lilac and leaf green garment bag.

Oliver picks up a bodice of gossamer silk and lace cut to resemble a gilded lily.

Zoey puts a charming lilac and leaf green garment bag in a monogrammed black calfskin satchel with silk lining.

Turn in line: Silvio


"Thank you," Oliver remarks to Eleyna, dipping into another bow before he moves off to let the next person go.

Once again, the next competitor is announced as the last one is being gently ushered away. "Lord Silvio Rubino!"

Silvio drops Blue Odyssey.

Silvio drops Blue Silk Slippers with Embroidered Sea Lions.

Silvio drops a belt of scattered stars.

Silvio approaches the display area, three attendants holding the items in tow. He makes a gesture and they stand in order, in a little diagonal. Then, the former Prince, clops his heels on the floor as he nears, standing utterly straight, chin at a slight uplift. His voice raises with the melody of a man trained to have himself heard, while never yelling. "Grand Duchess Eleyna, ladies and gentleman, I offer for consideration, a spectacle of style, uniqueness and flattering elegance." Silvio sweeps a hand and takes another step.

"Josephine and I have first created this, Blue Odyssey, a gown deserved of its own name." He gives a gesture to the first attendant and the man pulls the cover off the dress. Silvio's voice lures as he speaks, the words honeyed. "Immaculately dyed, and cut to flatter the bust, nurture the waist, and free the hips and legs, this gown will allow natural beauty to shine, while accenting all the best features. Sparkles catch the glint in the lively eye. Movement causes a riot in the sea silk." Silvio reaches out to catch a bit of the hem and he flings it outwards, causing the volume and flowing nature of the gown to be demonstrated.

"Surely, though it graces the edges of the floor, based on your height, Grand Duchess, your feet may here and there peek through. And upon them...I would place these treasures." He gestures for the second attendant who brings the box forwards. Out of the box he lifts a pair of blue slippers with sea lions embroidered upon them. "Absolutely certain to bring a smile to one's face, these sea silk, heeled shoes are comfortable and easy to move in. Yet, I would NOT want you to have a plain shoe upon your foot, so...a completely unique design has been embroidered upon them. It conjured playfulness, spirit and energy." He gestures for the attendant to bring the shoes closer to Eleyna as he moves to the third box. "I believe you have seen the influence of my fashionable advice in these shoes...so I offer the influence of the master jeweler to finish off this striking ensemble."

Silvio reaches into the box and pulls out a bejeweled Stygian and leather belt. He moves to the first attendant and hugs it around the dress in the middle. His voice now has reached a dramatic arc, "Dark and light embrace in this sapphire and diamond belt, the Stygian reminding one of the night, whilst the gems shine as stars. Paired with Blue Odyssey, it is the /final touch/ for a breathtaking affair that evokes the night sky over the sea. Its serious elements are balanced with light-hearted richness and decadence. Velenosan to the fullest, and completely. meant. /for you/." Silvio's voice rises and falls, cadenced to seduce the audience to his sparkling commentary on the offered triumvirate of fashion.

Giulio offers a polite nod towards Zoey, grinning at the commentary, before taking note of Oliver's gift. A glance to Marius has the man providing his lord a glass of something amber hued. An approving nod is offere after he takes a small swallow. Those cool orbs survey those present, his gaze flitting towards Silvio, his head tilted her way.

Talen seems thoroughly captivated by Silvio's words alongside the unveiling and then nods to Josephine, saying, "You should enlist Lord Silvio as a hypeman for your shop, you know. A way with words."

Talwyn is overheard praising Silvio: A descriptive story to match an incredibly detailed dress.

"He is a man who has a way with words ArchDuke. I could not deny him when he asked for collaboration. Know that if you do not choose his garmetns though, he will be sure to find a way to wear those shoes himself." Josephine smiles to her co-conspirator and bows her head to him.

Tilting his head into his hand, Karadoc is sighing to himself of the combined artistic effort between Silvio and Josephine, "The gown and belt complement one another perfectly." A beat. "If he doesn't wear those shoes -- I'll nick them myself."

Eleyna is riveted as she listens to Silvio speak, a little grin curving her lips. Her pale blue eyes dance over each piece as it is offered, lingering over the slippers and belt with an expression of pleasure in their icy depths. Once Silvio finished, the Archduchess claps her hands, laughing slightly as she says, "Your talent for design is only exceeded by your talent in speaking, cousin. Your wit and fashion aesthetic make you a force to be reckoned with. She glances to Josephine, still grinning. "As always, Mistress Arcuri, your work is exquisite as well. Thank you both for your entry. All of you are making the final decision much more difficult that I expected it to be!"

Quenia leans forward a bit when she sees the blue gown, and accessories for it. A small smile touches her lips, and she glances over at Silvio and Josephine, making note that they collaborated on the items.

Oliver settles back as Silvio produces his work, a curious and appraising glance given to the pieces. He nods his head in appreciation of the work, though he keeps quiet for the moment.

Grazia has left the Decadent Couch.

2 Armed Confessors, Gia the peregrine falcon, 3 Rubino and Zaffria guards, Rary the Lycene beauty leave, following Grazia.

Silvio picks up Blue Odyssey.

Silvio picks up Blue Silk Slippers with Embroidered Sea Lions.

Silvio picks up a belt of scattered stars.

Where a messenger slips in to deliver a note to Talwyn, he rises up from the couch. A few words to those at his couch and he departs, taking his leave.

Talwyn has left the Decadent Couch.

Zephirine leaves, following Talwyn.

Silvio smiles and bows his head to Eleyna and Talen, then gestures for the attendants to follow him off the area he apparently thinks is a stage. "My deepest thanks." Once he is off to the side, he puts his hand to his chest and exhales. Though he lets the other attendants take the gown and belt back to his seat, he carries the shoe box himself, with a glance to Karadoc, playful, like he thinks the other Lord might just make off with them.

Turn in line: Talen

The attendant doesn't even look confused as he calls out with impeccable grace, "Archduke-Consort Talen Velenosa on behalf of Lady Enyo Gilden!"

Having been summoned to deliver alcohol, Ian arrives with his beat up satchel worn across his chest, and the sound of bottles clinking inside it. He's paying careful attention to his own footsteps, marking with care where he places each one. Which probably has a lot to do with why he's so late.

Ian has joined the Decadent Couch.

Niklas has joined the Decadent Couch.

With a small smirk at the sight of Silvio, Talen leans over to Eleyna and murmurs, before she nods in reply to his query. A half dozen House Velenosa guards tromp on over to Silvio's vicinity to assist with slipper protection detail.

When the Archduke Consort is called up, he blinks, and then points at Jiacomo, "Jiacomo's on it, I don't want to get up, eugh," is complained, but sure, whatever-- he gets up and moves to join the House seneschal-- because it's far more entertaining to see Talen of all people celebrate fashion. "This dress I do believe was inspired by the need to have clothes to hide away my wife for all but myself, and there's even a tiara, because every princess needs at least thirteen of them. The slippers? There's no sea lions, but all in all, it seems like your colour-- and if you don't let her win I'm not going to hear anything but that for years to come from her so..." he spreads his hands. That's clearly a reason to pick this outfit!

"Unfortunately Lady Enyo is a little poorly so she couldn't be here and I'm told I have an excellent hypeman skills that rival even Lord Silvio Rubino's," boasts Talen.

Talen drops an umbra dress with a twilight hued silk inset.

Talen drops a pair of umbra slippers with twilight hued silk ribbons.

Talen drops an ornate iridescite and neodymium tiara adorned with a center duskstone.

Zoey smiles when she hears the sound of Ian's cane and she turns in her seat to greet him. She scoots a bit, making room.

Nisaa reaches up to touch the crown of her head. "I have always been wanting a tiara."

"In your dreams, darling husband," Eleyna murmurs in response to his boasting before casting a critical eye over the gown, nodding. "While her 'hype man' may be subpar, Lady Enyo's eye for color is not. I like the pairing of gem-colored hues with the black. The umbra is a complement to the stronger colors, almost like a frame. Absolutely gorgeous." Eleyna deliberately looks at her old friend Jiacomo, giving him a beaming smile as she tips her chin at him, "Thank you for representing Lady Enyo, Jiacomo."

Silvio blinks at the sudden arrival of six guards to protect the slippers. His eyebrows arch, and then he casts an amused, crooked grin in the throne's direction. As Talen sells the next outfit and evokes his name, the smile turns into a closed-lipped chuckle and he shakes his head...whilst also eyeballing that Tiara enough that maybe IT should have the guards on it.

Turn in line: Sabella

With Eleyna's small nod, the attendant raises his voice and calls out, "Princess Sabella Grayson!"

Sabella drops a sleeveless mermaid evening gown of aeterna and umbra.

Sabella drops a flowing half-cape of aeterna edged with umbra.

Sabella drops matching low-heeled slippers of aeterna and umbra.

Sabella takes a breath as she gets up and heads to the front of the room, "Well, I feel a little silly presenting what I have after all of those brilliant designs. But I found myself with some time on my hands and when you announced this, Archduchess, I kept thinking of how graceful and poised you always are. Every time I have seen you, you cut a very striking figure and are always so dignified. And your reputation speaks for itself really, especially since you've embraced it. So, these pieces were meant to be striking and dignified with a little nod to the fact that you've taken power away from would be detractors and made it your own. My apologies that there is no jewelry, but my skills are very limited. I hope you enjoy looking at them at least!"

Ian hands a bottle of alcohol to Zoey, and then fishes his flask out of an inner pocket of his coat. This cannot possibly be interesting to him, and he's not going to a lot of effort to lie and pretend that it is, which means he's pretty much just here to drink. He watches the gathered people while he drinks, taking note of faces, posture, reactions. Generally looking at people a little longer than could be considered polite.

"Worry not Princess Sabella. If she chooses that, I am sure I can assist the Archduchess in that quarter." Josephine calls out politely.

Eleyna smiles as Sabella approaches, seems to eye the dress that the princess herself is wearing with frank admiration, then gives her a respectful nod as she listens to Sabella speak about the items revealed. "I must admit that black and white is one of my favorite color schemes. I find the combination of aeterna and umbra utterly striking. One of my favorites, really. Also, I already have plenty of jewelry to match." The Archduchess winks at Sabella and then says, "Thank you so much, Princess."

Talen says, "I speak with full Voice authority here when I say that I'm certain the Archduchess would absolutely love to see any outfits from tonight find new homes on those here or away, even if unchosen as the one and only winner."

Sabella gives Eleyna a nod and a smile, "Thank you for the opportunity! It was a welcome distraction and very fun." She then gestures to Elizabetta and Lily to gather everything back up as she goes to take her seat.

Sabella picks up a sleeveless mermaid evening gown of aeterna and umbra.

Sabella picks up a flowing half-cape of aeterna edged with umbra.

Sabella picks up matching low-heeled slippers of aeterna and umbra.

Zoey is leaning slightly against Ian, drinking from a small silver cup while Ian pulls from his flask. Kennex Represent.

Turn in line: Mirari

The attendant gives Mirari the faintest of smiles before smoothing his expression to announce her as the next competitor, "Mistress Mirari Corsetina!"

"Spring time is coming, well..it's here, but it's still cold outside." Mirari says brightly as she gets to her feet and walks towards the dais. "I love seeing spring colors, bright fabrics and that ilk." She opens her bag and begins to pull garments from it. "So with that in mind, I made a dress of aeterna with a shorter skirt and lots of lace. The bodice is beaded, to give the dress a pop of color. It comes with a pair of slippers, a half-cape and a ring to tie it all together." She drapes the gown over her arm, turning to show it to Eleyna. "The beading I used reminded me of some lilies with white hearts and purple tipped petals."

She turns then to display the clothing to the rest of the audience. "I'm not really a seamstress, but with some help I was able to complete this outfit." That said she stands back to let everyone get a look at it, green eyes scanning the crowd.

Mirari gets an empire-waisted aeterna dress with an intricately beaded bodice from a large garment bag adorned with curling red ribbon.

Mirari drops an empire-waisted aeterna dress with an intricately beaded bodice.

Mirari gets a pair of heeled aeterna slippers with fanciful beaded toes from a large garment bag adorned with curling red ribbon.

Mirari drops a pair of heeled aeterna slippers with fanciful beaded toes.

Mirari gets a lace, silk and aeterna half-cape from a large garment bag adorned with curling red ribbon.

Mirari drops a lace, silk and aeterna half-cape.

Mirari gets a gold filigree band crowned with a diamond-flanked dawnstone from a large garment bag adorned with curling red ribbon.

Mirari drops a gold filigree band crowned with a diamond-flanked dawnstone.

Talen says, "If the Archduchess throws a tantrum tonight that she didn't sweep all these costumes up tonight, I blame all of you."

Silvio lets out a gasp when Talen calls them costumes.

Talen checked composure + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

A hand to his mouth, "I'm so sorry, Lord Silvio. I didn't mean it-- I swear!" He must've guessed.

As Mirari approaches, Eleyna gives her a smile, but then the smile fades as she gazes over the outfit displayed. The Archduchess takes in a breath and says softly, "The colors are exquisite. Perfect for spring. And the beading is exquisite. The only thing this dress requires is a pair of stockings, I think. Otherwise? Absolute perfection." She glances at Talen at the mention of 'stockings' before she glances at Mirari once more. "Thank you so much."

Mirari turns to smile of Eleyna, nodding before she gathers up the dress and the accessories to put them away in the bag. "You're quite welcome. Thank you for the competition."

Mirari picks up a lace, silk and aeterna half-cape.

Mirari picks up a gold filigree band crowned with a diamond-flanked dawnstone.

Mirari picks up an empire-waisted aeterna dress with an intricately beaded bodice.

Mirari picks up a pair of heeled aeterna slippers with fanciful beaded toes.

Mirari puts a pair of heeled aeterna slippers with fanciful beaded toes in a large garment bag adorned with curling red ribbon.

Mirari puts an empire-waisted aeterna dress with an intricately beaded bodice in a large garment bag adorned with curling red ribbon.

Mirari puts a gold filigree band crowned with a diamond-flanked dawnstone in a large garment bag adorned with curling red ribbon.

Mirari puts a lace, silk and aeterna half-cape in a large garment bag adorned with curling red ribbon.

Turn in line: Jordan

Eleyna leans in to murmur something to Talen before she straightens. The attendant steps forward once Mirari gathers her things and calls out, "Sir Jordan Ober!"

Talen says, "Now that's an interesting entry to the competition."

Nisaa watches all the entries, smiling and oohing and aahing where appropriate, until Jordan's name is called. She releases his arm and smiles at him, whispering words of good luck before he goes to show his own designs.

Once announced, Jordan rises to his feet, beckoning the assistant to approach with the trunk and carefully lay out the pieces on top of it, ensuring that the Archduchess - and her assistants, should she desire to have them bring the articles to her - is able to closely inspect each piece in detail.

He spends a moment looking uncertain before speaking, "When I set out to do this, I confess I didn't know how to approach dressing an Archduchess. It felt like a gross assumption on my part that I might have the talent so many legendary and prominent clothiers in this city have. And I don't, not really. I had to get help to turn my designs into reality, from a myriad of sources. But here they are."

The knight pauses. "Like the Lord, I capitalized on something that I thought was your motif, but I approached it a different way. Something that embodied the observable strengths in your being, though I do not know you well; I did have some reading to do, nevertheless. And to explain the meaning of the chains: chains represent unity, they represent strength that is flexible, but uncompromising in its resistance. It yields, but it secures, it ensures. It protects. Just as a good knight ought to protect the defenseless, the High Lord protects /all/ of their fealty's people, cities, livelihoods and fortunes. It takes a different sort of strength to be that kind of leader. The kind of strength that isn't always obvious, and it takes a special kind of circumstances to bring about. And that is why I tried to embody in these articles."

Jordan drops a stately, form-fitting blue gown pinned to the wearer's body by a chain etched with hydrangeas in the links.

Jordan drops a pair of carefully crafted steel hairpins shaped like calla lillies.

Jordan drops a delicate silver chain dangling a pendant etched with amethyst-studded aconite flowers.

Silvio bows his head to forgive the ArchDuke. He also oggles all the beads while the outfit moves closer to him when it comes off the presentation area.

Mirari leans forward, taking a look at the pendant that is displayed. She makes a pleased face at the flowers and turns to murmur something to her assistant.

Zoey has been politely looking at this and that, but she's stayed quiet. She has 40 year old whiskey to drink and, damn it all, that takes concentration. Not to mention, she seated with Niklas, Sabella, and Silvio. There's probably already enough talking going on over there.

Talen folds his fist under his chin when the last entry is given, watching Jordan's outfit be unveiled, and the motive behind it. There's a solid nod at the explanation that is isn't designed for her physically but the abstract of the Archduchess and he turns his eyes back to the crowd, the other outfits, curious as anyone else is to hear the Archduchess' opinions and decision.

Eleyna offers Jordan a smile as he approaches and looks over his work as he speaks. In he response, she is smiling as she murmurs, "Lenosia is also known as the City of Flowers both for our famous gardens as well as our beautiful women. Most Velenosa women have an inordinate fondness for flowers. You have chosen well in making that your motif. The work is beautiful and the lily hairpins are absolutely exquisite. Thank you so much for your entry, Sir Jordan."

Caprice has joined the line.

"Your Grace," comes the soft call of Caprice. "If you would pardon my air for dramatics and fashionable tardiness, I do have a presentation I'd like to present. It is, of course, only a Jayusite's muse that never quite fully made it to reality, if it is still permissible?"

Jordan bows humbly to the Archduchess, flashing her a smile in turn. "It is my pleasure to present these to you, Your Grace." Bowing his head once again in a request for dismissal, he steps back, settling back into his seat.

After Jordan is assisted with his items, the attendant gives Caprice a disapproving frown as if only an Artiglio would dare mar the sanctity of his organizing prowess! From her throne, Eleyna beckons Caprice forward with a little grin and says, "Of course, Caprice."

Talen snorts quietly against his fist, moving his clenched hand to cover the amusement of the attedant's disdain.

Quenia receives a messenger, and frowns a bit. She rises from her seat, making her way out.

Kyan, a long-legged silver tabby-cat arrives, delivering a message to Silvio before departing.

With Eleyna's assent, Caprice casts a smug smile toward the aggrieved attendant and steps forward a harried, well-worked pair of assistants behind carrying a gilded easel shrouded in black cloth. It's set before the throne and angled with precision for all to see. "I'm rather moved by every piece the contestants have revealed before my own, and hope my modest pieces will do the same justice as many of the creations shown here tonight. It has no name, only the desire to be more than a seamstress' beautiful dream and find it's way into reality," she describes her inspiration as nimble fingers catch hold of the cloth, dramatically peeling it away to reveal her designs to the whole of the ballroom.

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Karadoc has left the Scandal Couch.

Eleyna makes a little gesture to Sybilla who brings the sketch of the dress in closer. The Archduchess looks over it for a long time before, finally, she nods, and sends Sybilla to return it to the easel upon which it sat. Her pale blue gaze rests on Caprice, "As always, your talent overwhelms, Caprice. You truly are a virtuoso of silk. Thank you for your entry as unorthodox as it is." Eleyna gives a last smile before she rises from her throne, hands clasped before her. "All of you who entered have a talent for design and an eye for color. You've certainly made this competition remarkably difficult for me to choose a winner. Please, enjoy champagne and snacks while I make my final deliberation." Servants begin to mill around with trays while Eleyna sinks down onto the throne and looks over the notes that Sybilla has taken, murmuring with her lady's maid.

Mirari gets to her feet, slowly making her way towards Giulio to sit down next to him. "Did you bring any moonshine?" She asks, bumping him with her shoulder. "I could use a glass."

"I'll take some Southern Thunder, myself," Jordan calls out to Giulio with a smile, before speaking quietly to Nisaa. He seems to be in a good mood, overall.

The line has been dismissed by Eleyna.

"I'll leave you two ladies to it for a moment," Talen tells the Archduchess and Sybilla as he steps down, grabs a goblet of wine, and moves in the direction of Caprice to speak for a moment. Then, after that, he's giving a murmur to Jordan as well.

Caprice curtsies gracefully before Eleyna. "As always, it is my utmost pleasure to make my every piece memorable." She turns away to leave the Archduchess to her deliberation, lending her ear briefly to Talen before giving a hushed reply of her own and sweeping off to mingle with a certain older jeweler.

A faint smile toys Giulio's lips, his head tilting towards Mirari. Languidly, his hand rises and he gestures to Marius. Like a silent ghost, he pours a few fingers for the Sword of Lenosia, before stepping back to a more observational role. With a tilt of his head, he says, "I trust you are well, my good Sword?" A swallow is taken of his own drink.

Zoey has her drink already, so she doesn't move much. She's comfortable where she is, and the garment bag is safely stowed so there's no reason to fret about.

"I really wish you'd call me Mirari." She says, smirking as she takes a sip from the glass. "I am well though, got through quite a few meetings today, and I'm taking a break tomorrow. Just because."

"... of course," Giulio replies with a tilt of his head. "As my S..." He winks at her. "As you like Mirari. And I can only imagine. Thankfully, I can now recline indolently and enjoy the life of a town clown." There's a dark little grin on his lips. "Sadly, I fear I still spend too much time in my books. Bloodless lord as I am." The drawl seems... amused? He considers his glass a moment.

Talen nods once to Jordan, then says, "I'll see you out there, then. If we cross lances, good luck to you, Sir Ober." Then, half a wine later and some conversation, he's back on the throne. "A -whole dromond-," he insists again, to be a pain.

Jordan grins at Talen. "I'll look forward to it. I do not know if it will have the same element of risk as the Tournament of Swords did, Your Highness, but if it does, I know we'll be watching the fury and the might of Talen Velenosa striking fear in the hearts of contestants." He bows his head to the Prince, then.

Jordan says, "And unicorns."

"Do you have a favorite piece," Caprice asks of those surrounding Josephine when she draws near, a glass of wine snatched up along the way. "Mistress Mirari's designs, I think, are my favorite."

Talen says, "Nealt the Unisworn is currently busy protecting a protege of my wife's, there's no danger of its presence for some time, fear not."

"Do you know how many people wrote me to request a unicorn? Seven." Mirari says, shaking her head at Talen. "I'm not making anymore, he shall remain a rarity."

"The exclusivity ensures it's quite the article, and clearly very important to the Dream," Talen says applaudingly to Mirari.

"Princess Sabella's." Josephine states, without hesitation. "Is hould say ooour collaboration." A gesture to Silvio and herself. "But I find my eye drawn to what the Princess presented, given the lovely dichotomy it had with the surrounding presentations."

"Ah, yes. The unicorns," Giulio remarks. "Perhaps, a new knightly order should be former. One could only imagine with the Archduke-Consort's leadership, the Unicorn Knights would rise to great eminence... and greater distinction." He offers a 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' smile. The dry insincerity, likely a ruse -- after all, what Lycene could lie /that/ poorly.

Silvio accepts a drink of champagne, "Favorites in fashion are the mood of the moment. I, myself, would be glad to have Master Arterius' shoes. I am not offended that you would not choose our collaboration, my dear. We have birthed it. Naturally, you do not wish to marry it." Silvio smiles and winks.

Sabella blushes a bit and nods to Josephine, "That's high praise considering your artistry. Thank you! I liked the pieces Lady Enyo designed. Something about twilight always calls to me. So full of promise and mystery! Also there was a tiara. I fall to pieces for those, I can't help it. One of the weaknesses of being a princess." She glances to the talk of unicorns curiously, then laughs, "ow. Ah yes, that unicorn was amazing! Really well done, Mirari! I'm not surprised you had many inquiries."

"Wild unicorns eat flesh, I hear. And murder for sport." Jordan comments to Giulio, "Wouldn't be a bad Order at all to name after."

Caprice listens to the assorted responses around her, but the mention of unicorns and knights has her looking curiously toward Talen and Jordan. "An Order of Unicorn Knights? Will the knights be riding unicorns into battle?"

"I'm certain you would look very fierce in the slippers," remarks Oliver to Silvio with a bold grin.

Mirari gives Giulio a look before she peeks into his glass. "How much have you been drinking?" She mutters, drinking from her glass. She smiles towards Sabella. "Thank you, the derpy smile that the unicorn had was made so it could look like its owner."

Nisaa listens to the conversation around her, eyes alight with curiosity and awe at the talk of unicorns. "What sort of unicorn did you make," she asks to Mirari. "I have not seen you in a long time. It is good to be seeing you again."

Several rounds of whispers pass between Sybilla and Eleyna. Perhaps even what looks like a muttered argument between the lady's maid and the Archduchess. Finally, Eleyna shrugs Sybilla off and rises from her throne to address the gathering once more. "Thank you all for your patience. This decision was much more difficult than expected. As stated, every piece shown has been exquisite. I certainly hope that any that do not win the competition are purchased by others. They are too beautiful not to be displayed. As for -this- competition, it really came down between two designs that appeal the most to my own design aesthetic. Unfortunately, I only have one prize to offer." Eleyna frowns a little, almost sighing as if terribly pained by this. Then, she flashes a Tehom-may-care smile and says with a little flip of her hair, "Then I thought, I'm the Archduchess of Lenosia. I can remake the rules. Even my own. So, the first place winner will take the 5 Orichalcum Kings. The runner up will be offered half that sum in exchange for their creation, should they wish to accept it. So, without further delay..."

"The runner-up's creation is perfect. Obviously, this person is well-acquainted with my tastes. Mistress Mirari Corsetina, your outfit was gorgeous enough to make me change my own rules and offer a second prize. You'll receive 250,000 silver as your prize. Well worth the beauty of your creation. It is only surpassed by the creation I chose as my winner."

The Archduchess pauses for effect and then says with a warm smile in the direction of the Decadent Couch. "Lady Zoey Kennex, your outfit is exquisite. You have such talent and an eye for color that near perfectly matches my tastes. As my husband can attest, that is difficult to do. I am delighted to award you the prize of 5 Orichalcum Kings. Please step forward."

"Less than my weight, more than I should. So, you know. The usual amount," the Mazetti lord glibs back, considering her with a bland amusement. His right hand curves up, opening into a flat sort of gesture. At the mention, Giulio leans into whisper something to the Sword of Lenosia.

Winner and runner up are announcened and Josephine smiles, clapping her hands for Zoey and Mirari. "Delightful! I agree!" The jewelry offers.

Oliver claps heavily for the winner and runner up, grinning for Mirari. "I knew you'd take a prize," he says to Mirari, looking pleased with the decision.

Talen looks aside at Eleyna as she declares her winner, then her additional offer, before he slumps back. Even as he claps, someone can hear his thoughts, surely. 'one and a half dromonds' it says, as he otherwise seems to take it in stride, nodding suitably to Zoey and Mirari's contributions. "I'm not even going to dare rip any dresses for like... at least thirteen days," he jests.

Sabella applauds loudly for Zoey, giving the woman a smile so broad it probably hurts, "Well deserved!" She tells Zoey proudly!

As winner and runner up are announced, Caprice brings her hands together in rapt applause. "Your pieces were tremendously beautiful," she gives high praise to Mirari and Zoey. "Really, everyone's designs were amazing."

Talen picks up an umbra dress with a twilight hued silk inset.

Talen picks up a pair of umbra slippers with twilight hued silk ribbons.

Talen picks up an ornate iridescite and neodymium tiara adorned with a center duskstone.

"Congratulations, Lady Kennex," Jordan joins in the clapping, subsiding it after a few moments because clapping in diamondplate is clankier than it is musical.

Nisaa begins to applaud in a delicate, graceful manner. She smiles and says towards Zoey, "well deserved. Congratulations to you, Lady Zoey of Kennex." She then dips her head towards Mirari and says, "and congratulatings to you as well!"

"M'lord, you roll out of bed for anything less than one of those delightful caravels?" Giulio says to Talen, one brow lofted. "I am... shocked, I admit. Perhaps even scandalized, m'lord." He pauses or a moment, sipping at his drink. "Well, not really, but, it served a certain bemusement." He considers his drink. "Either that, or I'm drunk and my give-a-damn is busted. Take your pick." He glances at his glass, then towards Marius. "I am still vertical, my good man. Let us correct that."

For a moment, Zoey just continues to sit there, blithe and bonny in her place in the world. Then, Josephine claps, and the former Bisland blinks. "Oh!" She coughs and hands her silver cup off to a probably unsuspecting Ian before rising. She picks up the garment bag, cheeks flushing behind their brown complexion, and quick steps up to Eleyna. She curtseys, small and shy smile in place. "Thank you, your Grace." She hestiates and then zeros in on Sybilla. "Here you are," she offers, holding out the garment bag.

Mirari chuckles at Giulio before she gets to her feet, offering Zoey loud applause. She leans in to murmur something to the Kennex Lady before she hands off her garment bag to Sybilla. She smiles at Nisaa and a few others, looking slightly embarassed. "Thank you."

Zoey gets a charming lilac and leaf green garment bag from a monogrammed black calfskin satchel with silk lining.

Silvio claps his hands lightly for the announced winners, ever refined. "Congratulations to the both of you...excellently done." He smiles.

Silvio is overheard praising Eleyna: Excellent event

Nope, Ian was totally expecting to get that cup from Zoey. So blind was his faith in her ability to do clothes things that he wasn't even paying attention for most of this thing, but he started reaching for the cup before the winner was even announced.

"As Victus once told me-- until he got the bright idea he can weaponise our designs someday-- dromonds can smash ships to smithereens pretty damn good," Talen tells Giulio with a momentary nod, almost in agreement, before he looks back to Zoey and Mirari as they take their moments forward. "Well done, both of you. To everyone else, of course, you took a clearly bold choice to make something at your own cost. If you aren't already stealing your items for yourself, I urge you, consider seeing if anyone else here or afar wants them-- they each have their own brilliance, and I'm certain some of them will favourites this week when modelled."

Josephine is overheard praising Zoey: Such lovely skill, such lovely taste.

Eleyna is beaming as Zoey approaches and hands the garment bag off to Sybilla. In exchange, the Archduchess places a small pouch in her hands and leans in to murmur something before straightening and then doing the same for Mirari. "Thank you both so very much." Then, to the audience at large. "I should have the lot of you design all of my clothes."

Josephine is overheard praising Mirari: Of course she would win and it is well deserved.

Caprice is overheard praising Mirari: She's a woman of great accomplishment. She deserves the praise.

Ian totally stays for the rest of this thing, but his player didn't sleep last night and is falling asleep at the keyboard.

Ian has left the Decadent Couch.

Zoey chuckles quietly at Eleyna's whispered words, cheeks darkening just a touch more as she looks down. "Thank you, your Grace. That's a very kind thing to say." She looks sidelong at Mirari for a moment before a grin curls her lips and she bumps into her affectionately. "Alright?" she asks the Corsetina softly.

"I'm going to have Clark follow you home, Zoey. Or to the bank," Sabella tells the other woman, moving to stand and taking Niklas' arm, "But I think I've overdone it with talking tonight. Thank you, Archduchess, for putting this together. It was incredibly inspirational!"

Talen says, "Next week we're having 'Design Military Vessals for the Archduke Consort', but I only accept dromonds or larger, because I like big boats. I hope to see everyone there!"

Talen says, "I'm kidding, okay? I'm kidding."

Eleyna grins at Zoey and says softly, "Well deserved, my dear." As Sabella moves to leave, the Archduchess gives her a little wave, "Thank you for coming and thank you so much for your entry." Then, she just -looks- at Talen.

"Boats have sails, right?" Sabella asks, before pulling Niklas towards the door. "I think sails would look nice with ruffles, don't you think?" And then they're gone!

Talen adds for Sabella, "My wife has been gushing about your pastel dress all evening, I'm pretty sure she'd have taken it from you if she could," before she's gone.

Niklas rises, leaning over to kiss the side of Sabella's head, then looking back to Zoey and saying, "I'm very proud of you, Zoey. I will tell Chloe to bring you extra muffins tomorrow morning and to sing a congratulations song I am writing."

Zoey smirks at Talen. "I think a Kennex might take that one, too," she comments a tad dryly. "Our shipwrights are quite good." Her eyes are twinkling however.... Until Niklas talks. She frowns flatly. "Sadistic prat."

Giulio leans in to whisper something to Mirari, his features still quite, quite dry.

Silvio eyes Talen, "We can do that with /plans/...but there is no guarantee that they will float, only that they will look marvelous in dry dock." He chuckles.

Mirari glances at Giulio and then she rolls her eyes. "You should." She prompts.

Sabella has left the Decadent Couch.

Niklas has left the Decadent Couch.

Isabelle, who is just so tired of everyone's nonsense leaves, following Niklas.

2 Grayson House Guards, Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, Clark, an exasperated guard, Niklas leave, following Sabella.

Josephine is rising from her spot, the boxes taken in hand and the jeweler seems to be making her way out. Likely other things to work on.

Talen says, ""What if we do it with small test boats first, and we put them in the pond in Reflection Square?" Talen muses, before he waves his hand, then rises slowly with his wife. "Are you going to rush upstairs and try these on? I can see it in your eyes that you want to, but you know there's at least a dozen dinners this week you can wait for--""

Josephine has left the Decadent Couch.

Demetria Arcuri leaves, following Josephine.

Keski, a nervous disciple of Petrichor, Aletta, an even more nervous disciple of Petrichor leave, following Brigida.

Nisaa rises up from her seat and steps gracefully closer towards Eleyna. She gives a small but elegant curtsy and says, "it was a lovely competition. I am glad I was able to look at so many beautiful outfits. We are going to head out now, but I was wishing to thank you for holding this competition."

Silvio lets Josephine take the gown and the belt back to her shop and remains, clutching the shoebox. He takes a quiet moment of not smiling or chatting with anyone to peer into the box. He says something, softly, to the shoes, then closes the box top and pats it consolingly.

"... mmm, it seems unwise, though amusing," Giulio remarks, taking a small swallow of his drink, he says, "It's clear that its time to depart however." And with that, he stands, bowing low towards the Archduchess and the Archduke. "It was an exquisite showing and her Grace's taste is beyond compare." And with that, he moves to depart, gathering his retainers in the process.

Giulio has left the Shadowy Corner.

2 House Mazetti Aspirants, Marius leave, following Giulio.

Nisaa has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Jordan has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Volare leaves, following Jordan.

Jordan leaves, following Nisaa.

As the echoes of Niklas' singing filter back into the ballroom, Zoey just sighs heavily and places her head in her hand. "That man," she whispers, mostly to herself. Shaking her dark head, she draws herself up, and smiles ruefully at the Velenosans. "Thank you for the opportunity," she says softly. "I'd better head to the bank."

Zoey picks up a stately, form-fitting blue gown pinned to the wearer's body by a chain etched with hydrangeas in the links.

Zoey picks up a delicate silver chain dangling a pendant etched with amethyst-studded aconite flowers.

Zoey picks up a pair of carefully crafted steel hairpins shaped like calla lillies.

a lithe, dark-cloaked Lycene woman, Loden, a hulking Mirrorguard Adjutant leave, following Mirari.

Zoey has left the Decadent Couch.

Octavian, a silken spaniel leaves, following Zoey.