Whispers have brought out large torches, and Ferrando surely has been hard at work lighting braziers through the secret walled garden of Whisper House. A chocolate fountain flows sluggishly, and the champagne fountain is kept cool by the night air. Solange, dressed in black with pink touches of amethyst, and her apprentice greet everyone that comes through the door with a warm smile, before explaining them the game of the evening. It is simple, each of them have been assigned a number for themselves, and a number to 'hunt'. However, when they find the number that they are to hunt, they are merely to whisper them a compliment. A simple enough game for an elegant, relaxed evening.

Katarina steps out into the secluded gardens of the Whisper House, her esteemed entourage of Macda and Terese flanking her sides. "It will be a nice change of pace," she murmurs toward her companions. "The night is not too cool and it might be a good opportunity to make new acquaintances, perhaps even snag a new paramour for either of you." She floats dutifully toward the Warmest Whisper to pay her respects toward their hostess, her smile cordial and eyes bright. "Mistress Whisper, I think an event like this will be well-received and most welcome. I haven't had a chance to unwind and simply mingle for the sake of doing so in a long time. Thank you for putting this together." That said, with the nature of the game and its rules revealed, she's slipping aside with a subtle point toward the champagne fountain. "Oh, Terese. A /champagne/ fountain. Isn't it pretty? Let's go and see what vintage it is, Princess Macda?" Single ladies need a drink.

Oswyn steps into the walled garden, a tome clutched in his hands. He's smiling, his boyish face alight with anticipation. Then he squints. Wait. What? "This isn't..." he starts to say. He's whispered to, and the Scholar blinks a few times. "Oh. Um. Alright." He eases a few more steps into the garden, still squinting. And holding his book.

Rarely is a prodigal smiled upon in the city of Arx, rarer still for such to happen in a ward as filled with the peerage as the Crown's own ward. Yet thankfully for Modi, the man does a good enough job at blending in by the sheer advantage of being well-dressed. He arrives through the door in a smattering of umbra, bedazzled with precious stones and metals across his jacket and sleeves, with end in a pair of steelsilk gloves that accentuate his tattooed hands. The older gentleman places a hand to his forehead to dim the light as he looks about the extravagance of the Whisper House. His lips pull back into a thin smile as he steps deeper, carried on by boots that are similarly draped in excess. His first order of business is to secure something from that champagne fountain.

Adora is standing by the chocolate fountain, though near enough to the champagne one that she only needs to lean one way to fill her cup and the other to drench something in chocolate. She's doing both things pretty often as if the fountains might run out as she eyes the rest of the people as they arrive and mingle, glowering at anyone that approaches her.

Corban is perhaps not the most-likely candidate for a lonely heart, but it is true enough that he is currently unengaged and therefore he seems to have decided to join the crowd at the event. He bows his head when he gets his number to 'seek' and so he glances around this way and that. Not beelining for the alcohol yet. Just taking in the ambiance.

Lethe takes a curious glance around looking at the others here. She wears green and nods as she is told her number.

"Indeed, your highness. And, I think, a night for everyone to receive a compliment is something that is needed, sometimes," murmurs Solange in return to Katarina, her smile only warming for the compliment for her first event. She stays near the door, not yet mingling as people still arrive.

The Sword of Fair Harbor is sans her steel armor this evening, though not in a gown either. But Ouida Harthall is all smiles and confidence this evening, Wayfinder peacebonded and at her hip as she enters. She takes her number and listens to the one she's supposed to hunt with sparkling eyes. "Thank you for your hospitality on this lovely evening, Mistress Whisper," she says to Solange, offering a courtly bow as well. "I do hope you'll have a chance to enjoy the evening as well!" She doesn't hold up the line long, however, moving further in to the room, and looking about with friendly curiousity.

chuckles warmly to Katarina, "Lets, it's been some time since I've gotten out and about, and it does suit to socialize, especially in these chillier times." she glances about the room, "I may make some new friends if I'm lucky. That would be lovely."

Oswyn looks down at the book in his hands. Lonely Hearts: An Anthropologic Study of Romance and Duty in the Oathlands. He looks up again. "Er." A pause. "I've made a terrible mistake."

Apollo seems a wee bit lost at the game in question, but the leatherworker nonetheless walks in confidently and takes a look around, heading first for a familiar face. "My lady." He greets Ouida, "How good to see you again."

"I will enjoy this evening if my guests do," promises Solange to Ouida, her smile twinkling in gold-flecked eyes. She adds, "You look even lovelier than this evening's weather, my lady."

Eyes of turquoise dart across faces as she walks in stride with the equally short Katarina and the more normal Terese. "I bet it's dry. I'm not sure why that's so popular here," Macda quietly consults with Katarina as they approach the fountain of golden wine, and grasp offered glasses. Nodding to Terese, the princess pushes a glass at her before filling one for herself.

Eddard has joined the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Brigida comes in, both hands gripping the knobbly end of her walking stick tightly. On either side of her are her disciples, one of whom looks horrified to be here and the other of which is mostly taken in by the opulence of the Whisper House. Brigida herself looks around irritably before she gestures toward Keski, the shyer of the two assistants, and says, "Well, we aren't here for me, girl. Go get a number. My heart is fine. If I wanted to get a man I'd go moon over Arn or the Dominus." As Keski heads over to get her number, Brigida goes to get some free food. When she sees Adora she does the unthinkable. Laughs. Loudly. And long. Like she just can't stop. Seeing Adora here? Comedy. Gold. When it seems like she might finally have control of herself she snorts, slaps her knee and starts laughing again, pointing at the carpenter all the while.

Modi has joined the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Katarina has joined the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Amongst the cold winter, Ajax enters in stepping to the side for a few moments as his fingers move towards his cloak wrapping around the worn silver fur of it to shake off the snow. Brown eyes scan the area with a curious interest as he moves slowly into the area proper his footsteps more akin to a trudge initially as he clearly just a man getting his bearings.

Yes. Yes he has. "Oswald." Adora greets Oswyn in her flat voice, giving him an unimpressed onceover. When Brigida starts laughing she fixes that flat look her way and waits for her to finish. And waits. And looks annoyed when she still has to wait. In the end she gives up on whatever clever thing she was sure to say and just glowers at everyone.

Eddard is dressed in far more common clothes, comfortable wools and cottons. And the man arrives alone, of course, this isn't one of those events. Whiskey is acquired and held in glass in hand until he works himself to stepping out into the small bunches of gathered folks. Perhaps the young Oathlander isn't out to strut like a peacock this evening like he has done at other events.

"Why Master Oakwood! A delight to see you here!" Ouida will offer her hand for a clasp of greeting if he accepts. "I am pleased to see you have taken some time out to enjoy yourself. How are you? And what number is it that you find yourself in the hunt for this evening?" she asks, cheerfully.

With a freshly fizzling glass of champagne, Modi makes to mingle. The prodigal in black steps easily through the crowd. One hand behind his back, tucked away while he strode across the floor. He never ventured far from the champagne fountain however, that was too much of a marvel to give up. His green eyes fall upon Katarina before too long and he offers her a polite smile. "You're handsomely dressed, your highness." With a dip of the chin, he gives her a proper bow. "All the colors of the season. It reminds me of home."

Lethe has joined the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Adora has joined the a marble fountain flowing with rich chocolate.

Macda has joined the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Solange would continue to stay by the door, but her amber gaze draws quickly to Brigida. She pauses, before she sweeps forward to the Archlector, greeting, "Blessed Brigida, we are so honored by your presence. May I get you anything? A seat? A glass of wine?

Corban pauses for a moment to touch Solange on the arm and quietly greet her when he passes by, nodding his head. But he dare not hog the host, instead glancing about for someone whom he might know. "Ah. Princess Terese." He raises his hand to the Valardin woman. "It has been some time. Recently returned from Sanctum?" He is curious.

Oswald? Oh. Oswyn turns, squinting in Adora's direction. "Ah. Miss Adora. Good evening." A faint sigh. "Scholar Daltius isn't here to sign his book, is he?" The scholar tucks his book under his arm. The laughing gets his attention, and he squints at Brigida before bowing to her. "Archlector, good evening to you as well. Um. I don't suppose either of you are a five?"

Solange would continue to stay by the door, but her amber gaze draws quickly to Brigida. She pauses, before she sweeps forward to the Archlector, greeting, "Blessed Brigida, we are so honored by your presence. May I get you anything? A seat? A glass of wine?" She smiles towards the older woman, before offering lightly, teasingly, "Perhaps I can give you a hint as to who you should be seeking."

Katarina takes in her environment and arriving bodies with a measured glance, lips softly pursed as she rounds to the champagne fountain. A few flutes are filled with generous fizzy drink, then passed to Macda and Terese in kind. "Come now, Your Highness. There's nothing more delightful than a proper bubbly fizz to soften the mood and relax one for a social event," she murmurs with a girlish peal of laughter toward the Grayson princess. When Modi presents a compliment to her, it's with a demure curl of her mouth and dip of the knee that she returns one in kind, "Many thanks to you, Mister...?" A purposeful pause, brows lifted. "You certainly look dapper."

Cecily, a coy secretary arrives, following Agostino.

Apollo takes Ouida's hand and bows as he takes it, "My lady. I am hunting for a number most symmetrical." He answers pleasantly, the oathlander looks around, "Do you have any ideas who such a lovely number might belong to?"

offers a friendly smile to Corban, "Indeed so, I am recently returned, and as always it is a pleasure to be back. How has the time treated yourself?" she holds the glass of champagne in her right hand and nods her agreement with Katarina.

Macda sips at her champagne and looks down at the number. Her lips press togther a moment in consideration. Leaning with a bodily tilt towards Terese, she asks, "Well? What number did you manage to get?"

Adora snorts, "Please. I'm a twelve." she replies to Oswyn, not bothering to offer her number over as she shoves some chocolate covered fruit in her mouth.

Ajax has joined the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Anabelle arrives, looking around tentatively, her blue-grey eyes round as she takes in all the little details of this place she hasn't been before. When the game is explained to her, she giggles softly, and gets her numbers. Not knowing anyone she can immediately spy, she wanders over to the refreshments, that chocolate fountain calling her name, beaming a bright smile at Adora who is already there, even if she looks a little grumpy, "Hello, I don't think we've met have we? Lady Anabelle Lyonesse." She spears a piece of fruit to dip into the fountain and then pop into her mouth. Alas, she's not looking for 12.

As Ajax draws into the building proper his brown eyes seem captured with the ice fountain

As Ajax draws into the building proper his brown eyes seem captured with the ice fountain, his hand moving to rest on his waist as he murmurs, "Get a look at that." a quiet moment as his thoughts settle he gives a dip of his head towards the group currently gathered there. (fixed.)

As Ajax draws closer, Macda turns to the man and peers around his arm. "Number and I'll let you have a glass." Though the one she offers is nearly empty.

"Master Modi. Modi Blackpelt." The man introduces with a tip of his head to Katarina and then a strategic swirling of his champagne for that extra bit of flare. "Seven days in a week and I find myself rarely having the time for day for some socializing of late. What better place than a party designed to make friends, companions, paramours as you said." His smile widens a bit more as his gaze turns fully onto that fountain. The decor was something to marvel at. "Might I inquire what your interest is tonight, Princess? Something general, or something specific? If you'll pardon my curiosity."

Cecily, a coy secretary leaves, following Agostino.

There's something that catches her attention, as Oswyn mentions the number five, but hides a smile. "Hmmm. That must not be mine, I fear, Master Oakwood. And I am seeking the number most likely to bring a chill to an Oathlander's spine, though in such fine company as this gathering, I will not fear." She offers a wink. "Good luck in your hunt!"

Oswyn's head bobs quickly. "Okay!" he tells Adora, seeming vaguely relieved. Oswyn casts a glance over toward the exit, then over to Anabelle as she arrives by Adora and the fountain. "Hullo," he manages.

Eddard moves to join the small collection of Katarina, Macda and others. "A pleasure to meet you all. I'm Lord Eddard Clement." A look towards Princess Macda Grayson, "You wouldn't happen to be number 14 would you?"

Lethe looks at the others at the fountain with a smile. "I don't know who I might be seeking."

"Adora." The woman replies to Anabelle without really looking at her at first. Then it registers that she said Lady and so she gives her a sideways glance, "You wanna buy a bookcase?"

Brigida turns to look at Solange, eyes narrowed. Though when she sees the woman is a Whisper she says, "A glass of wine would be fine. Something dark. Preferably from Granato. And I think I will do fine without tips as to who I should be seeking out." Brigida pauses to look over the crowd and adds, "I don't see Luca Grayson here anywhere, so there's none who could keep up with me." She looks back to Oswyn, looks down at his book, then back up at the poor man himself. "A scholar through and through, eh. Perhaps the book can be your date."

There's something that catches Ouida's attention, as Oswyn mentions the number five, but hides a smile. "Hmmm. That must not be mine, I fear, Master Oakwood. And I am seeking the number most likely to bring a chill to an Oathlander's spine, though in such fine company as this gathering, I will not fear." She offers a wink. "Good luck in your hunt!"

"I do not underestimate my guests; I am sure there are many that could keep up with you, Archlector," Solange answers in light reply, before tipping her chin. She moves gracefully away, the brazier lights catching on pink amethyst and honeyed hair as she moves to find and fetch a glass of Granato wine for the older woman.

Corban dips his head slightly to Terese and gives her a smile. "Well," he says. "I am keeping quite busy with the King's Own, of course. I was the Lord Commander's second with regard to the Lodge and now I am her second in all matters at the First Captain. But truly, I am looking for someone first and second. In that order, in fact."

Raising her nearly empty glass, Macda turns on reflex to nod at Eddard's greeting. A hand presses her numbered paper to her chest and faces the Lord more fully. "A pleasure. And no. Would you happen to be ten?" The short blond inquires with a pitch of her voice to get over the din of the crowd forming around the trio, or perhaps they haven't moved far enough from the flow of champagne.

"I'm here in support of my new acquaintance and dear cousin, Princess Macda and Princess Terese," Katarina discreetly gestures toward Macda and Terese with a lift of her champagne glass. "Aren't they positively exquisite?" She gushes.

Anabelle smiles over at Oswyn as he greets her, "Hello, you're not 6 are you?" she asks before turning back to Adora and her concise introduction. "Pleasure to meet you. Ummm..a bookcase? Perhaps...why?" she asks with curiosity until she hears a somewhat familiar voice call out her number which has her craning her neck to look and see where it came from. "Did someone ask about 14?"

"Oh, no, so close my lady. Princess." Eddard is quick enough to correct it after Katarina announces the two lady's ranks. "I am the number that was devoured by Seven and frightened Six. Are you Princess Macda, or Princess Terese?"

"I'm Princess Terese," Macda says without missing a beat.

Someone passes Oswyn some wine. Hopefully it's a Whisper, or one of the attendants, or something. He murmurs a thank you and tells Brigida, "It probably will be, Archlector," he says, with a hint of a rueful smile quirking his lips. "I thought the author would be here." His eyebrows go up when Anabelle addresses him, and he says, "I'm not a six, no." He glances from Anabelle to Adora, opens his mouth, and then closes it again. "I'll just..." he steps sidelong, arriving by Ajax. "Oh. Hello. I'm looking for a five?"

Modi looks beyond Katarina's shoulder so he might spy the other two Princesses. It only takes him a moment before he's nodding, several times in fact in agreement. "If there were a scale going from one to ten? I would classify them as an eleven." He lifts his tattooed hand to take a sip of champagne, finally using it for more than a set piece.

Terese smiles and shakes her head to Corban, "I'm afraid that I am neither first nor second, whether added, or set side by side, or even taken alone. And I ought to admit in kind that I seek the first, would you happen to be he? First captain and first in my hunt?" She laughs warmly towards Macda, catching her trying to impersonate her, "If only I could encourage you to take up the templar's life, that would be the best."

The mercenary's posture stiffens, as Ajax gives Macda a formal half bow, "Your Highness, I believed the point of the game is to hunt. What fun would it be if I was cave so easily?" he asks, his head raising as he flashes the Macda a dazzling smile, his eyes move over towards Oswyn giving the man a dip of his head too in turn.

"To hold books," Adora says to Anabelle, giving her a flat look. "Or whatever. Once you buy it I don't really care what you do with it."

Brigida looks down at the number clutched in Keski's hand. The girl is staring at Macda with wide, terrified eyes. "Gods above, girl." She snaps the number up and strides over to where the punchy princess stands and says, "I was a ten when I was twenty. So I guess that makes me a thirty now, but I'll still take the ten." She takes the wine when it is offered and has a sip, then gives the Grayson a tight smile, waiting for her compliment.

Having made sure that Brigida receives her wine, now Solange carefully patrols the party, her eyes catching on Corban and Terese with a hint of approval that only warms them as she passes them by. She moves to Apollo, murmuring something quietly to the man.

"Why, in fact I am, Princess Terese. I am hardly first in anything, except in the assignment of numbers. And yet it seems I captured and found." Sir Corban dips his head, as if resigning himself to the inevitable compliment that must be paid. But when she speaks of the Templar life, his expression momentarily clouds.

Letting out a loud, "Ha," the Grayson Princess narrows her eyes at the true Princess Terese. "First you lot hound me about swords, and I cave- I admit, I caved. Luca's been," Macda makes a gesture with her hand uncomfortably close to her face. She smirks at Eddard and then turns to Ajax, "You want me to take it from you? I asked nicely."

"Oh? You certainly dont have the looks of a Valardin Princess. Almost entirely too blonde." Then Terese intercedes and Eddard narrows his eyes down at Macda. "You fiendish woman you." He seems pleased by the duplicity and plucks Macda's glass from her hand to refill it and return it to her. "Good luck on your hunt, Princess Macda." Then eddard turns to head back out into the fray.

Apollo is paying attention to his surrundings and mostly listening to the others, he is about to approach someone when he is addressed and shakes his head, then whispers in return.

Oswyn squints at Ajax. "So not a five, then." The scholar looks a little lost. He squints at the others, and sets his wine aside for a moment so he can open up his satchel and put the book he's carrying in.

Oswyn puts Lonely Hearts: An Anthropologic Study of Romance and Duty in the Oathlands in a leather satchel fastened with two blackened metal buckles.

Macda smiles, pleased with herself- as usual. She turns to Corban who had taken the mantle of imposter next and drinks her newly filled glass to that.

Solange's fingers brush against Apollo's, lightly, before she tips her chin towards Anabelle as she whispers back to the man.

"Nay, ser. My number is not five." Ajax offers leaning closer to the man as he speaks in a whisper giving him a wink afterwards, a boyish grin clearly on his face as he seems to enjoy the nature of the game.

Lethe observes some of the others. She approaches someone to whisper.

Solange smiles brightly to Apollo, before sweeping away to continue her patrols.

After offering Apollo a supportive and good-luck clap on the back, Ouida moves on through the crowd, unhurriedly, towards the fountain sputtering chocolate. Though as she passes the champagne fountain, she will offer a courtly bow of her head to those present, as well as the brush of the fingertips of her sword hand to her heart. But she's drifting towards the scholars, slowly but surely. "I do not doubt it," she tells Brigida with guileless sincerity, as she passes, about the Archlector's beauty. But she does not linger, still working her way towards the man with his book.

Anabelle chuckles softly, "Oh, I know what is for. I'm wondering why you are randomly trying to get rid of a bookcase at an event such as this. Has it offended you in some way?" she teases lightly with no regard at all for Adora's less than friendly manner.

Terese smiles to Corban, "Although it is immodest of me to say, I have been known as the Master of Hunt, and so it is fitting I've quickly tracked my quarry. And I must admit of course, that it is my greatest pleasure this evening to meet the first, my first, first captain." she then leans in to whisper to Corban

Katarina breathes a tinkling laugh at Modi's response, bowing her head in agreement. "Well aren't you just a bastion of smooth one-liners," she remarks upon him, eyes bright with humor while she sips from her champagne glass. "For four nights, I was inconsolable for I had not met the recipient of my number of fate. Three more nights, I waited with breath abated. And on the final night, tallied right, the Gods blessed me with a chance to meet them here in this estate." The Valardin admiral attempts to wax poetically toward the crowd, golden eyes skimming each face that might look upon her, as though searching for someone. She moves aside, for a moment, waiting on her lonesome.

Katarina has left the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Katarina has joined the a plush seating arrangement of feather-filled pillows and velvet blankets.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Macda before departing.

Solange leaves Apollo and moves to Oswyn, her head tipped in a gesture of curiosity for his book. "Messere, I am sorry-- I have never seen this book before," she greets, interest tinging her words to bright. Her brows curve upwards, her fingers lifted in a gesture towards his satchel. "Was that-- I read Lonely Hearts? I didn't know such a book was written when I planned this event."

Oswyn nods to Ajax, murmuring, "Luck to you, too." And then he offers a shy smile to Solange. "Oh. Um. Yes. Lonely Hearts: An Anthorpologic Study of Romance and Duty in the Oathlands, by Scholar Leopold Daltius. I appear to have been... mixed-up." He clears his throat. He is blushing slightly. He has a sip of wine, which will not help with that.

When Terese whispers to him, Corban's cheeks flush bright red. He touches her hand lightly and inclines his head in a deep bow of respect for the sentiments expressed. "You are far too kind, Your Highness. I thank you for your words. And for your sentiment. My prayers are with you, and with your brothers and sisters at arms in the Templars. We stand with them in these difficult times."

"I build them," Adora eyes Anabelle, trying to decide if she's kidding. "Then I sell them. I do beds too. And chests. Anything made of wood really. I'm the best carpenter in all of Arvum."

Adora adds a little more loudly when she hears condolences offered, "I also make caskets."

Apollo approaches Anabelle and smiles. "I've been told by a whisper on the wind that I should approach you." His eyes glance towards Adora and he adds, "And I will, despite your poor choice in company."

Eddard halts from walking away from the champagne fountain to turn and speak with Lady Lethe in the midst of the floor. A bright grin greets words that she whispered to him and they find themselves in conversation.

Ouida arrives near Oswyn and Solange just in time to catch the last of their conversation. And let it be not said that chivalry is dead in the Oathlands, for then she offers. "Why, then you are not in the wrong place, Master scholar! Just an unexpected bit of research in the field, isn't it? Did you learn anything that surprised you in Scholar Daltius' work?" She actually sounds interested, as well. And then, "What was the number that you were seeking? Perhaps if you found it, then you could be at ease and merely enjoy this lovely evening."

Perhaps it was because of her own shadow lately, Macda had over-looked Brigida as wine came and went from her glass. Then after a moment, she addresses the older woman. "Did you say something?" She's not polite or graceful, and selective hearing might be inherited.

Lethe whispers something to Eddard. "Thank you. I am fond of it. I think you might have been who I was seeking."

"Then, we are lucky for the mix-up. Perhaps you might lend me the book to read, sometime?" Solange questions, her smile easy at the corner of her lips. She breathes out a laugh at Ouida's reclassification, tipping her chin in agreement. There is a spark of delight as Ouida asks Oswyn her question, her gaze sliding between the two, before she unobtrusively slips away with a smile as they fall into conversation/

"There are plenty of books to be borrowed at the Gilded Page or read at the Vellichorian Academyu," Oswyn tells Solange as she goes. He peers at Ouida now. Squints a little, even. "Hullo! I'm in search of a five, apparently. Er. Scholar Oswyn. And you are...?"

Brigida stares at Macda for a long moment, expression unreadable then offers the faintest of shrugs and says with a mild smile, "Oh, nothing." She turns and wanders off into the crowd, giving Ouida an odd look as she passes. Speaking lightly to no one she says, "The gods were once organized into three quartets and now they are four triads. Either way, three seems to be a particularly lucky number."

Terese smile gently and nods soberly, "I appreciate that, and hope you find your quarry, and if not, perhaps I may have the pleasure of your company and instruction another time? As first captain of the king's own, I'm certain that I could learn from you should your schedule and mine allow." she waves lightly to Corban as she slips back to Macda, allowing Corban to resume his hunt and queries to Macda while taking a sip of champagne, "How goes your hunt, Macda?"

Ajax nods his head over towards Oswyn, bringing his fist to his chest and letting it rest there in a strange salute before his gaze moves back towards the crowd gather at the fountain, his head bobbing in agreement with the person praising it, "It is quite the sight." his brown eyes pass at Solange for a brief moment as she moves around playing hostess.

Katarina seems keenly interested in watching the mingling of lonely hearts from afar, sipping chastely upon the fizzy champagne held loosely in hand. "Perhaps my grand overtures of mysticism and intrigue went over someone's head," she reasons with a modicum of disappointment, eyes lidding just-so with a glimpse into her flute. It's found woefully empty, awkwardly held between her pinched fingers.

Lethe nods to Eddard. "I was seeking nine. I'm still waiting to be found. I'm one of the most terrible of numbers."

Anabelle hmmmms in consderation for Adora's words, "A carpenter. I could definitely use some new pieces for my room here. Do you have a shop I could visit your wares?" she asks before her attention is taken by Apollo, blinking softly as she smiles in his direction, "Poor choice in company? I don't think so." She gives a sidelong grin to Adora before turning her attention back to the man, "Nice to see you again, are you 6 by any chance?"

Ouida offers a hand to Oswyn, in greeting. "Lady Ouida Harthall," she introduces herself, with an easy and bright smile. "It's lovey to make your acquaintance, Scholar Oswyn. I am sorry that the author you sought was not here, but at least I can be of service in some way. My number is five." She cants her head just a little. "I do not believe that I caught your number!"

Solange approaches both Macda and Terese as the two princesses rejoin, offering to the latter, "I saw that you found your number early. He was one of the first patrons I had in Arx, and I am glad I assigned him to such a capable huntress." She smiles to Macda, offering in addition to Terese's question, "Your highness, how are you finding the game?"

With some more swirling of his glass, Modi raises a brow when he hears talk of bookcases and caskets. With some sheepishness he approaches Adora, the best carpenter in Arx. "Did you say you're selling caskets...? As in, boxes for the dead? Pardon, but that seems a strange thing to advertise at a meeting for romance and friendship."

Corban bows his head to Terese. "Perhaps we might take tea sometime soon. Or if you would like to go for a ride. I should like to catch up some more when time allows." But once that is settled and she moves on, Corban turns, eyeing the brash carpetener, Adora. "Ah. Did I hear that you were even /better/ than eleven?" He seems nervous at what the answer might be.

Oswyn smiles at Ouida, visibly relieved. "Well met, Lady Ouida," he greets the knight. "You're very sturdy! I mean, um, in a good way. In a strong, sword-wielding, healthy way! Which is a compliment. From me, anyway." Well, he is blushing a little. "Er. I'm a three."

Terese smiles to Solange, "It's quite a fine and fun evening, I must thank you for such quality quarry, as he certainly is a prize. I admit, I've been so taken in my hunt, I'm not sure if I've missed anyone hunting me, but the first captain is certainly deserving of a woman's full attention, isn't he?"

Macda is once again distracted by titles being spoke. Her greeting smile to Solange is as flushed as her cheek are finally getting. "It's been entertaining, the hunt-" she specifies as Terese asks of the same. "I haven't had much distraction since getting back."

Adora picks up a handful of grapes and shovels them into her mouth, leveling her gaze at Apollo with an unimpressed expression, "Bell Bookcases and Cabinets, southwest of the market." she replies while chewing to Anabelle. When Modi approaches he gets a flat look, "Got your attention, didn't it?" a beat. "I'm not interested." And then there's Corban and she very slowly reaches out to pick up an apple slice, maintaining eye contact the whole time like that means he won't notice she's doing something else. She dips it in chocolate. She brings it up to her mouth in slow motion and shoves it all in. Chew. Chew. Swallow. "I'm a twelve."

"Well, you did find me. I am out seeking fourteen now. I am sure someone will be able to decipher your number shortly. Would you be six then?" Eddard steps off towards the champagne fountain again. "Perhaps we should turn back to the fountain. Someone might be looking for you there."

Modi blinks. He looks from his champagne to Adora. Then back to the champagne, then back to Adora. "Well no, I didn't want to buy a dead-box." He clarifies. "I was actually wondering if I could buy a bookcase. I don't have books yet, but I would like a place to put them when I do get books."

"May one day someone with less patience for fools and idiots than I teach you the lesson you so clearly demand to be taught, woman." Apollo answers Adora with cold eyes, and then turns to answer Anabelle. "Oh my, you caught me."

There's something in another conversation that perks Ouida's ears again at the conversation between Eddard and Lethe, though her attention is mainly focused on the smiling scholar before her. His compliment draws an unrestrained but warm laugh from the tall knight, not offended, and most certainly pleased. She bows her head to him, again with that sweeping touch of her fingers to her heart. "I thank you, Scholar. It is indeed! Sadly, three is not the number I seek, though it is /within/ the one I do. Had I been in search of three, I would compliment you on your willingness to stay at a gathering that you did not expect to be at. It's something that even some of those who think nothing at charging into danger waving a sword about are loathe to do, and yet, here you are, brave one. And you've achieved half of the task set before you!" She winks at him.

Solange's gaze pulls briefly to Apollo and Adora, lingering there, before it tears away to Macda and Terese. To the former, she says warmly, "Well, you are closer to your prey than you could ever realize. In fact, you were just talking to them."

With the ongoing conversations at the fountain, Ajax lingers for only a bit longer before he gently slips away, an easy going smile remaining on his lips as he makes his way over towards the seating areas the man's eyes leveling onto Katarina as his head dips, "Good day, mi'lady. I trust you've had a successful hunt."

Ajax has left the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Ajax has joined the a plush seating arrangement of feather-filled pillows and velvet blankets.

Macda drains the last of her glass and gulps. "The oh. She?" She leans in to whisper to Solange.

Oswyn? Still blushing some. He bobs his head at Ouida, relieved. It really did seem to be an earnest compliment from him, so it's good that she wasn't offended. "Oh, um, thank you. I'm happy to have found you. I wish you luck, then, my lady!" He turns about, squinting. "What was that about a three?"

Katarina allows her gaze to turn over the clusters of mingling guests before it falls upon Ajax's approaching figure. "Not quite, but I am nevertheless enjoying myself," she assures to her newcomer with a hint of a smile flanked with dimpling cheeks. "What of yourself, hmm?"

Brigida gives Katarina's words a slight shake of her head as she passes. "When a dozen people miss your reference, dear, it is possible it did not go over their head and instead it was nonsense." She finishes her drink and walks over to where Adora is giving her sales pitch. Or where Adora is ready to accept Corban's sweet, sweet words of love. Whatever. To Anabelle she says, "If you don't want a bookcase, maybe you should buy three." Then Apollo's words get her attention. "I'm sorry. What lesson is it you think that a woman you barely know is demanding to be taught, child?"

Lethe shakes her head at what Eddard says. "I'm not six, but yes let's return to the fountain. Perhaps you will find who you seek."

Corban takes in a deep breath and bows his head when Adora declares that she is a twelve. "Well," he says, racking his brain for a kind compliment to pay. "I -- uh." No. That's not it. Is there alcohol coming by? He hasn't gotten a drink yet. But focus, Colson, focus. He takes in another breath. "Goodwoman Adora, I always admire how to the point and frank your advertisements are. You always know exactly what you are getting from your shop."

Oswyn, too, will receive a Good-Luck-And-Go-Get-Em much gentler than usual just in case clap on the shoulder from the Oathlands knight, unless he avoids it. But then Ouida is strolling off towards Lethe and Eddard and the champagne fountain, once more unhurriedly. She seems to be in quite a fine mood, a bounce in her step.

Anabelle takes mental note of the name of Adora's shop with a sharp nod, "I will definitely come vist then, you can be sure of it." Apollo is given a puzzled look as he goes back and forth with Adora, silently observing until Apollo confirms that he's who she's looking for. "Well then." she leans forward, to whisper in the man's ear.

"Mm, I seek one who carries a number that is half of mine. Though, I suppose, I will take a small break away from that larger group." Ajax offers in an aside to Katarina, his hand moving to rest on his hip, "Though, I am surprised to see so many gathered this evening. It is a beautiful establishment. Not what I am used too in the least, my lady." he lets out a soft laugh as he draws closer gesturing towards one of the seats, "Would you care for some company?"

Adora makes a great show of rolling her eyes at Apollo's statement, but it's Modi that has her attention, "Stop by the shop. If you don't see anything you like I make them custom." And then Corban is paying her a compliment and she pauses, narrowing her eyes and looking him up and down. In the end she nods. "I've seen worse. Oh, am I not supposed to compliment you back? I'm just here for the food."

Scribble, a Delicate Social Butterfly arrives, following Delilah.

Oswyn is fortified by the clap to his shoulder. He stands and listens for a few moments. Finally, he squints over at Brigida, hesitates, and then steps thattaway. "Excuse me, Archlector. Are you in search of a three?" He looks nervous again. The go-get-em shoulder clap is wearing off already.

Modi sets aside his drink with a nod, pushing it along for a serving person to take. "Custom makes?" He inquires further. "Eleven feet is the largest I've seen one so far. Seven feet tall is what I'd be looking for. I'll be certain to stop by." He steps back then. "Do you happen to know any book-writers...? Actually, apologies, I've taken enough of your time. Enjoy your meal!"

Lethe looks to those at the fountain. "Is anyone a twin? I am. It is quite fitting."

"You do not have to compliment him back, Mistress Adora, but on a night like this, would compliments for anyone and everyone not go amiss?" Solange calls out through the crowd to Adora, her smile dazzling and warm as it catches and widens in the corners of her lips. "From someone who can produce beautiful creations of wood, I am sure you can find beautiful words."

"I have met that woman plenty of times and she has done nothing but insult, belittle and demean while I have been polite to her." He answers Brigida with a shrug, "So I decided to stop being polite to her. If that causes you distress, then my apologies, but I have better things to do than politely pretend a woman who proudly advertises she sells caskets at a gathering like this, who has treated me in a manner I would not expect from anyone but a prodigal who hasn't had the chance to come to understand life in the compact, is someone more worthy of company than the leeches found in bogs." He then smiles at the whisper from Anabelle, and nods when he responds.

Macda looks as if she should put the glass down. She does, smiling and mouthing a 'thank you' to Solange. She walks out of her small cloister near the fountain to look for the robes and the woman from moments earlier. Her steps are sure, even in her leather riding boots, but her face is a mix of horror and uncertainty. She does indeed look as if she were going to do the rare thing and apologise. "Excuse me, Archlector. I believe I must apologise for earlier. I did not intent to be rude." The Grayson bows her head to Brigida, and blond hair falls around her face, letting her eyes cast downward in respect.

Katarina flits an exasperated glance toward the Archlector of Petrichor, a dry humor curling at the corners of her mouth. "Blessedly, I was never called to be a poet nor a master in romantic gestures. All the same, I'm having quite a good time," she quips, turning her eyes upon Ajax once more. "I suppose there are far more lonelier hearts out in the city than one might think. Plus such a gathering is a nice reprieve for some returning from the defense of the Lodge, or other responsibilities that might keep them otherwise without the warmth of companionship."

"Oh! See? That is a fine compliment there." Corban gestures at Solange when she comes to bail him out. "Yes. Quite so. But no, that is quite nice, thank you." Because she has seen worse, it seems. From Adora, Corban will take it. "But I hope you have an enjoyable evening."

Speaking of people never called poets... Delilah makes an outstanding show of not making a show, for that matter. She doesn't quite have the talent of some for blending totally into the background, though doing little to pull attention away is certainly helpful. Doubly because her assistant, Scribble, practically peels away from her to leap into the fray where his matchless expertise -- social butterflying, utterly a verb -- is finally put to use. Not for him carrying messages today! She herself is light of foot and musing of expression, taking in the full scope of matters before her 'ere she delves into anything. Merriment indeed.

Anabelle smiles brightly in return to Apollo and dips her head in thanks before wandering away from the chocolate fountain and heading for the champagne. "I'm sure I heard someone ask for 14 earlier." she says quite loudly with a heavy sigh as she collects a glass of bubbly and sips from it daintily as her gaze roams the various people gathered.

Solange smiles warmly to Corban, her amber gaze lingering on him, but she withdraws after a moment as Delilah enters the gardens. She moves quickly, gracefully to greet the lady, dropping her tons to quiet, warm murmurs.

Ajax bobs his head in agreement with Katarina, "Mm, nasty business that. But who knows, perhaps, I will end up getting hired to go there one day." he pauses before he is about to sit down, "Forgive my lady of manners, mi'lady. I am Ajax, a sell sword. It is a genuine pleasure."

"Shit, I was supposed to be looking for someone this whole time?" Adora asks eloquently, glancing around like she really doesn't care before shouting, "Hey Two! I'm sure you carry your weight well! Probably!"

Once she's close enough, Ouida will claim a glass of the winter-air-chilled champagne, and then turn her sunny smile upon Eddard and Lethe. "My lord, my lady," she begins politely. "Have you been found--or found the one you seek?" Her bright blue eyes rest upon Lethe. "Were you by chance given the number thirteen, my lady? I do not believe we have formally met, my lord, but my sweet sister-by-marriage has spoken of you before. And I do not believe I have been acquainted with you at all, my lady. I am Lady Ouida Harthall."

Solange falls into a discussion with Delilah, not seeming to end quickly as some of the greetings have.

"The sentiments are returned," Katarina exchanges pleasantries with Ajax in kind. Hers is an infectious smile of warmth, not quite fully blooming as the words of a party guest draws her attention. Kohl-rimmed eyes skim over the crowd distractedly. "Princess Katarina Valardin, admiral and casual observer to this event. Have you managed to find who you were looking for, or who might be looking for you?"

"'I will stop being nice to you' isn't her being taught the lesson she is demanding to learn," says Brigida icily. "I've heard men who use language like that. And I've seen their wives." She looks at him for a moment longer, then turns on Oswyn, imperiously dismissing Apollo from existence. "In fact I was, Scholar Oswyn. Let's see. A compliment." She looks at him like it's going to be a toughie, then snorts and says, "You would make an excellent godsworn dedicant. And perhaps one day an Archlector." She narrows her eyes, then says, "Limerance, probably. Or perhaps Mangata." That done, she turns back to Macda, eyebrows raising. "Indeed? Archlector Alarin once said 'One will never hear the gods of one doesn't listen.' But he neglected to note that there is more than just the gods one may miss. You were looking for a ten?"

Eddard perks right up when Anabelle speaks and he cranes his head around to find her. Of /course/ 14 is Anabelle. He'll step away from others and brandish his champagne flute into the air towards her. "The Lady Anabelle Lyonesse. Rose of Lyonesse. Valardin's great beauty and fiercest conversator. The sight of her makes me sigh at the justness in the world. That one so wondrous would be so beautiful as well."

Corban spies Anabelle across the room and seems content to wander over to her, dipping his head. "Is that the purple of House Lyonesse, I spy?" asks the First Captain. "I admit that I do not --" But, oh, wait, Eddard is getting in to do his thing, and Corban absents himself off to the side so that it can take place.

The mirthful exchange of greetings from Delilah comes in quiet tones that nonetheless have their nonverbal components; her expression lightening, hands lifted to illustrate and underscore a certain point as she quietly engages in discourse with her hostess. Solange keeps her in place, and provides that lovely opportunity to watch and measure who, where, and what. If curiosity slays the cat, better company brings her off the Wheel and back swiftly. She waits for a moment, and waves to Katarina with effervescent delight; Corban, moments after that.

Oswyn glances from Brigida to Apollo and back. He blinks a few times. "Um. Oh!" Brigida said something nice! About him! Oswyn smiles, and it's the smile that makes him look boyish to just about everyone, so to Brigida he might look like a fetus. A fetus in a lovely waistcoat. "Thank you. That's kind." She's already turning back to Macda by the time Oswyn says, "Er, or... Vellichor...?"

Lethe shakes her head as she looks to Ouida. "I am not thirteen, but it is very nice to meet you. I am Lady Lethe Tyde." She stares at Adora. "It seems I have been found." She takes a breath before looking at Eddard and Ouida. "Do I carry my weight well? What does that mean?"

Harlen arrives, following Duarte.

Adora chews and watches Eddard deliver his compliment, "I think he wants to fuck you, but that was a lot of words," she tells Anabelle, looking from Eddard to her, "Did I mention I make beds?"

Ajax shakes his head, "Nay, your Highness. I cannot say that I have. Though, it is just a game and the time to play isn't over just yet." he dips his head, "I am sure number four will peak their head out eventually." his head bobs as he lets out a light laugh, "Besides, getting to know the populace is beneficial. It's strange not being stationed in the country. Much to get used towards after being away from a city for years." he looks at Katarina, "Who is the one you seek? Perhaps, as a sign of good faith i'll keep an eye out for them."

Anabelle smiles warmly as Corban approaches her, nodding readily at his questiion, "It most certainly is, I'm..." she trails off because Eddard takes that moment to do the introduction for her, in a way that brings a bloom of rose to her cheek as she bursts into bubbling giggles at his most eloquent compliment. Her hands go to her burning cheeks by the time he's done, just shaking her head. "Eddard! I didn't even see you there. Your compliment is simply too gracious and kind, I am completely unworthy of your kindness. I must repay you the kind words." She leans in a places a feather light kiss to his bearded cheek.

Solange's lips catch in another smile as Duarte enters, murmuring an answer to Delilah before she gestures to her companion and then the Count Amadeo. "I am afraid I am all out of numbers, except that I may do this--." A pause, before she turns to Delilah to say, "You are number fifteen, seeking sixteen to compliment." And then to Duarte as she adds, "You are number sixteen, seeking fifteen." With that, she leaves them to each other.

Ouida looks thoughtful. "It could have a number of different meanings," she admits to the Tyde lady. "All of which may have quite fine meanings! In the first, why, it hints to a robust strength to be envied. In another, it might mean...ah...that is to say, that one's form is found to be very comely and pleasant to the eye." She smiles warmly at Lethe. "Does this mean you have found both your partners then, my lady? I am quite envious. Alas, I am still on the hunt."

Oswyn nearly chokes on a mouthful of wine, looking to Adora with big eyes. He manages to get it down. Near spit-take. Not quite, though.

Finally after being addressed, the princess lifts her head to Brigida. "I am- was. I am found her. And I have a compliment as well." Macda leans towards the Archlector as if to whisper, but doesn't need to. "Your composure is far greater than my own, your clothing more lovely, and your choice of company much more grand. I hope the evening leaves you well entertained."

Given a moment for Macda to close her mouth, she's tugged upon by a very elderly man who merely glares fiercely at her in silence. "Excuse me, Archlector." The princess doesn't leave enough time to speak before she turns on a heel to leave the old man trailing behind.

Macda has left the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

1 Grayson House Guards, Thistleton, an elderly and devoted manservant leave, following Macda.

Corban raises a hand up in greeting to Delilah when he catches her eye from across the room. The Whitehawk friend of his is given a waggle of fingers until -- well, until Adora gives her frank assessment of Eddard's compliment. He is lucky he is not sipping anything, for he would have spit-taked on the spot. As it is, he reaches for another appetizer.

Modi has left the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

Modi has joined the a sea serpent-headed longboat converted into a bath.

Solange moves to Ouida, appraising the crowd as she does and trying to ensure that everything is going as planned. She smiles to the woman, before murmuring a hint to her.

Modi has left the a sea serpent-headed longboat converted into a bath.

"Sixteen?" Duarte asks against his sudden designation. "I am seeking only the wine and chocolate, which was promised." He nods to Delilah, "Hello, my lady. Good seeing you." Then gazes back to the hostess, "Yoo-hoo, Messere. The chocolate?"

Lethe shaked her head as she looks to Ouida. "Don't be. I was hoping for an actual complement, but it's fine. I'm going to be going. Good luck with your search Lady Harthall."

"I believe I've heard the number for crop up a few times," Katarina mentions toward Ajax with a hint of a smile pressing upon the corners of her lips anew, bringing her glass to her lips to sample her champagne modestly. "My number is one most unlucky thirteen, but I am seeking out number eight," she reveals, her gaze passing over the crowd with idle interest in the lingering guests around her. "How are you adjusting to being back in the city?'

Brigida snaps at Oswyn, "Nonsense. Archscholar Sina is, what, four years your junior? She'll be Archscholar for another four decades." Her eyes widen as she regards him. "Unless you are suggesting you have some sort of plan. Very Lycene of you, young man. See? You'll go far." When Macda spits out her compliment and runs off Brigida watches her go, expression impassive.

"That may be perchance the most difficult of pursuits." Delilah raises her hand parallel to her brow, shading those bright heliotrope eyes. A scouring look drifts across the paired off trios and duos, launching far to the corners of the room and slowly drawn back again. "Wherever should that elusive figure be?" Musing aloud with the Whisper venturing far, Solange abandoning her to her own devices, she may be a hazard yet. Somewhere surely might be a fine flute of wine to claim for her own. Eventually. But she turns on the axis to face Duarte and winks. "Chocolate and wine is fine enough for me. Though ideally some manner of red to truly go in the proper pairing, do you think?"

Modi travels down another set of tables, his gloved hands passing over a piece of chocolate that he's quick to snatch up. As if it were taboo to be eating something like /candy/ at an affair like this. His eyes remain scanning the crowd as he munches upon his newfound bar of delicious. "Seven, seven, seven..."

Terese seems to notice someone call seven, "Oh, that's me! Apologies if I've been slow to that call, it's been a distracting evening." she smiles apologetically to Modi

"No, no --- just Godsworn, not --- not Archscholar!" Oswyn protests to Brigida, eyes wide and horrified. "I wouldn't. I just. Um. I'm going to sit down now."

Ajax lips curl into a wry smile as he leans over to whisper to Katarina.

Ajax raises a his fingers to his mouth to hide the boyish grin underneath, his eyes alight with mirth.

The Harthall knight tilts her head so that she can hear Solange's murmur, and bows her thanks to her. "Ah, thank you for coming to my aid, fair Mistress." she tells her. "As my brother could tell you, sums and figures have not always been my friends." The whisper is given a brilliant smile. "If you will forgive me, my lady," she tells Lethe. "I hope that we might speak again, later on tonight!" Though now she is drifting off once more toward Katarina and Ajax.

"Red wine? Pairings?" Duarte looks back to Delilah. He offers a soft shrug before gazing around once more. "This must be what unpurchased textiles feel like."

Eddard's flute lowers and he drinks as if he were toasting before stepping forward to meet said kiss. And whisper something to her as well. "I didn't know you were as well, but luckily enough I certainly had your number, didn't I?" Doth the man blush at some craftswoman yelling about beds? He does. He is an oathlander. "I am actually looking for a new bed, craftswoman. Which shop is yours?"

"Red wine goes best with chocolate unless, save dessert wines. A good port aside, a late harvest riesling is the very thing for sweets." Delilah casts that dry smile back to Duarte. "But really. Find whatever tastes good and enjoy it to the most, no?"

Katarina leans in, lending her ear toward Ajax's whispered words with curiosity. "Is that so," she murmurs aloud, a wry smile tugging against the corner's of her mouth before her head turns to utter a hushed reply of her own. When she sees the Harhall knight approaching, hers is an affable reception for the lady, waving her over gently, "My lady. Are you enjoying the games so far?" A glance brings her attention upon Duarte and Delilah respectively, lifting her glass in toast to the familiar faces.

Apollo decides to give up on playing coi and just decides to go all out.

Apollo shouts from nearby, "I'm looking for number eleven."

Adora reaches back for more apples but it turns out there aren't any. Glowering she looks to Eddard like he was the one standing here all night loudly crunching chocolate covered apples. "Bell Bookcases and Cabinets. Best quality in all of Arvum. Cribs, beds, caskets, we'll keep you furnished like a cat in a basket." she pauses. "We don't have a slogan yet."

Modi shifts into HIGH GEAR as soon as his target has identified herself, with really just means that he's shoved the remaining chocolate into his mouth with as much eloquence once can expect from scarfing. Once the chocolate is defeated, he hurries over and dips into a deep, proper and esteemed bow. "Your highness-" His smile is wide. "You wear aeterna better than the evening sheets of white that fall from the sky. The way you weave the golden hues into your person speaks to your inner shine with passion. The blade you carry, no finer grace there can be than how you carry it." He begins to recede, satisfied. "Enjoy your evening, your highness."

When Modi hears the number eleven shouted out, he also raises his hand.

Harlen checks his number and sighs, then shakes his head woefully. Not #11

Lethe has left the an ice-carved fountain overflowing with champagne.

3 Tyde Houseguard leaves, following Lethe.

Anabelle grins up at Eddard as she, too, takes a sip of her champagne, "I guess you did. Can't say I'm at all disapointed. We just keep running into each other." Her tease is friendly even as she leans in to hear his whispered words, which brings her blush back tenfold, and causes her to slap playfully at Eddard's shoulder. "You are terrible!" she replies with melodic laughter. When Eddard speaks to Adora then, she blinks and must have missed what the carpenter said. Probably a good thing, cause her cheeks can't get much redder.

Brigida raises her eyebrows as Oswyn retreats, then heads over to where Terese stands. She regards the Dragon Knight for a moment, then says, "Was the girl, the Grayson princess, your friend?"

"Aha..." Duarte says to Delilah, pretending he's that cultured to understand such finery. "Come, my lady. Let's find the chocolate! Such a difficult thing to find and serve in these winter months. We don't want to miss out."

Apollo approaches Modi when he sees the handraise, and mutters something to the tall man.

Duarte has joined the a marble fountain flowing with rich chocolate.

Ouidas flute of champagne is still to hand and mostly empty by the time she reaches Katarina and Ajax, but her smile is full, and reaches her eyes merrily. "Your highness," she greets Katarina, once more dipping into the courty bow that goes so much better with pants than a curtsy might. "I am. It is always a delight to see those known, on a beautiful evening, and even more so when it also brings new aquaintances to our path. I do not know that we have been formally introduced, though I know you by reputation. I am Lady Ouida Harthall." Ajax is, of course, included in her friendly gaze. "And I do not believe that we are aquainted at all, though I hope we shall remedy that very soon. Are you both enjoying yourselves as well?"

Duarte need not ask the young woman twice, for she alights into movement soon as he offers the invitation. "Certainly, my lord. One should never discount the opportunity when it arises. I have heard hot chocolate is a gift of the gods," she adds. Her hands are free, thus no glass to offer in toast to Katarina, but that will soon be amended. "Your Highness, you look remarkable as ever." Another turn and she finds herself smiling back to Corban anew in that ongoing array of people. The Harthall knight eventually might catch her eye, but she murmurs something to Corban before being taken up by that essential need to find a drink.

Delilah has joined the a marble fountain flowing with rich chocolate.

Ajax cheeks flush with a brief red color for a moment before he gives Katarina a half bow in turn, "Your words are touching your highness." his eyes moving towards Quidas as he gives her the same half bow, "A pleasure, my lady. I am Ajax, just a simple sell-sword."

Adora glares at the empty place where the fruit was and since none is magically reappearing she downs her champagne and then shoves her glass at Oswyn as she heads for the door without so much as a wave or a goodbye to anyone.

Adora has left the a marble fountain flowing with rich chocolate.

As the night draws on and people find their numbers to either their delight or disappointment, everything proceeds almost without a hitch. (If one ignores some social faux paus.) Tamorin, a Whisper apprentice, ends up having Harlen's number and lavishes bubbly praises on the lanky teenager, probably half in love with the romantic idea of a whirlwind romance with someone from the boroughs and a Whisper by the end of the evening. Perhaps some will leave together, perhaps some will leave alone. As it is, it is another evening of rather light pleasure at the House of Whispers.