Cornelius, the crested iguana have been dismissed.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Nallah, a buff-looking tortie cat with green eyes have been dismissed.

2 House Mazetti Aspirants have been dismissed.

3 Redreef Warden have been dismissed.

1 Redreef Warden have been dismissed.

William, a taciturn quartermaster arrives, following Someone wearing a thistle mask.

Vagari - Cinder Kitten have been dismissed.

Damien Pierce - A Charming Assistant have been dismissed.

4 Byrne Mountain Men have been dismissed.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask has joined the Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask has joined the Scandal Couch.

2 House Velenosa Guards, Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask arrive, following Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask.

Someone wearing Aconite mask arrives, following Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask.

Someone wearing a gauzy Love-in-a-Mist silk mask, filigree blooms dangling iridescent gemstones is overheard praising Velenosa: Leave it to Velenosa to turn an insult into a party.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing a crimson rose and midnight umbra mask has joined the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers stands on the raised dais between the thrones, and while a mask is present the hostess can't very well hide from her guests can she? "Thank you" the woman says first, lifting her voice over the chatter and soft welcoming music background. "We have come to honor the flower. The flowers who have come before, the flowers who have yet to arrive, and to celebrate the strength and usefulness of such beautiful yet often times deadly force of nature. So thank you for seeing that a flower is so much more than just a flower."

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask has joined the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

Finn the youthful northern boy, with icy blue eyes arrives, following Someone wearing Verbena mask.

2 House Velenosa Guards have been dismissed.

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask strolls amidst the flowering vines, the silken spines that whisper from his tailored silks rustling with each casual step, surveying the elegance of the room in the glowing lantern light. He raises his hands to applaud the hostess's remarks, his smile flashing despite the fact that it is mostly obscured by magenta silk.

Someone wearing Aconite mask has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask comes in, waddling. And really, it cannot at all be difficult to identify this particular party goer. She's rounder than she is tall at the moment, but still here! Do hope she doesn't manage to go into labour at the masquerade, that could get awkward. She makes her way slowly in, pausing to speak up to the hostess. "Thank you for inviting us all."

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure has joined the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing a forget-me-not and butterfly mask has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing a thistle mask has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms enters with a near palpable sense of excitement, with another someone in a sage of the diviners in tow. Her smile is bright underneath the vines and blossoms of her mask, and every now and then she rises to her tiptoes as if to get a better look at the gathering flowers in the ballroom tonight. There's a little bit of intimidation there too, perhaps, for despite her cheer after a moment she rests a hand at the Sage's elbow, asking him quietly. "Where should we sit?"

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

It's a mix of Dahlia and Dandelion that stroll into the ballroom. One person wearing a glorious main, completed with yellow and green thorns all down their person, and a glittering championship belt around their waist to complete the look as Champion among Dandelions. The other is less wild, more beauty, with pale ribbons, whitegold and blonde hair. Their identities might've been easier obscured were it not for the glaring one-eyed feline that trailed in their wake. The dandy looking lion gestures for toward a nearby table, and the two make for the Winter Vixen's spot.

Someone wearing a stately Gladiolus mask claps firmly from her spot on the couch, without a drink for the moment. The woman is dressed as a gladiolus, with many muted colors spilling over her diminutive frame, her blonde curls falling over her shoulders. She hasn't yet grabbed a drink, first claiming a spot for herself.

Finn the youthful northern boy, with icy blue eyes have been dismissed.

There is a striking pair that enters, arm in arm. A tall dark haired man, clad in the most Lycene of styles, from the sleeveless umbra organza tunic, to the skate leather wrap skirt that shows off his narrow hips, he is in a word, striking. Wearing a mask of purple gladiolus, he has a vision on his arm, dressed in a mask and gown of white and purple heather. He leans in to murmur in her ear as they arrive, though spying the Dandelion and Dahlia, there is a wave sent their way.

Someone wearing Blue Hyacinth arrives and glances around the ballroom. Pale hands are clasped behind her as she glances upwards toward the domed ceiling. Carefully, she steps out of the way to avoid blocking the door for others to make their grand entrances. Her head turns slowly as her gaze follows from the ceiling to the thrones and lingers there for a long moment.

Someone wearing a Silver and Green Spinel Turtle Mask makes his way into the place, looking about to see some of the things within.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask promenades into the event, dragging the long, silk falls of his barely-there costume along behind him, matching the sway of lengthy, black hair. With his threatening pauldrons, and intimidating codpiece, it can be no surprise that the bold man has arrived alone. "I have longed for a masque, so thank you so much, our Gracious, beautiful, stunning, witty hostess, for making this all possible." He waves his hand in the air, and proceeds to strike a few poses.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask enters the party on the arm of Purple Gladiolus. A swirl of purple and silver, a flash of red hair, a gown dripping with sparkling beadwork. Something about this evening has her positively glowing.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander enters, a vision in decadent crimson, whose gown's nude-color seasilk creates an illusion of very Lyceum-friendly immodesty under red lace. She walks with her back straight and her posture perfect, and that does tend to balance out the blatant allure of her outfit with an underlying strength and... well, dominance. "Tt," she murmurs as she casts her gaze around the room, taking in the masks of others from behind her own. She settles upon the single most immoral-looking couch she can find, crossing her legs and continuing to watch the other guests flow in.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask enters with an arm wrapped around the petunia's arm and behind the mask a smile appears and she leans in to murmur to the petunia.

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask travels into the ballroom slowly. While a mask hides her face it is clear to see the overwhelmed expression in her crystal eyes. Her black hair falls in a sheet gracing her back as her thorny green dress accentuate her length and height. She turns to the host and flashes her a warm smile, "My thanks for hosting this. It is my first Masquarade. This is lovely".

1 Grayson House Guards, Peaches, a lovely white war filly with a peach saddle, Deliverance, an albino falcon, Stormy, a silvery gray hunting hound, Rascal, a hyper terrier, Rosalie, a lady in waiting arrive, following Someone wearing a mask of bright winter blooms.

Rosalie, a lady in waiting have been dismissed.

Someone wearing Verbena mask comes stepping into the room, her clinging gown changing colors as she walks. Her long hair is curled, a bit unusual for her, but she pulls it off nicely.

Rascal, a hyper terrier have been dismissed.

1 Grayson House Guards have been dismissed.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask steps into the ballroom, his stride confident in spite of the familiar surroundings. A tall woman follows alongside him, arm-in-arm, donning what appears to be a sweet pea mask. The sheer size of the crowd dissuades him from wading into it, and instead he leads them to a more secluded alcove of couches. Still within sight, but unoccupied... for now. "This will get... hectic," he asides to his companion.

Stormy, a silvery gray hunting hound have been dismissed.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask lifts his hands and gives a clap for the hostess as she gives the initial welcome to the crowd that is gathering, standing below the dais and thrones. "The Triad of Creation be praised for the gems that bloom so beautifully, bringing delight. May we remember that while they perish in the heat of the summer sun and the harsh cold of winter, they are ever more persistent to bloom their delicate petals once more. May the gorgeous flowers gathered today be just as strong."

She has to move carefully lest the great dahlia headpiece sends the woman toppling but she manages to maneuver easily alongside the dandelion that towers over her.

Stefano, an inconspicuous Lycene bodyguard, Carmela, a gleaming dusken-feathered crow, Ambra, a plain-faced Lycene scribe arrive, following Someone wearing a silvery half-mask decorated with iridescite thistle-thorns.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask entered with the dazzling blonde at his arm, smiling over at her giving that hand a pat at the crook of his arm.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure enters in a graceful flow of dark pinks, purples and smooth black. Her dress clings to her and looks to be woven about her as if it is the tension of the fabric that is holding it up. She continues to move with grace as she descends the stairs and takes a seat by the decadent Crimson Oleander.

Someone wearing a silvery half-mask decorated with iridescite thistle-thorns has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing Black Hellebore mask has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Carmela, a gleaming dusken-feathered crow arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing Black Hellebore mask before departing.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask enters the ballroom in a silk gown of an ombre hue, scoping out the room with little comment, before approaching the immorality couch with a graceful gait.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask would find his spot at the table and pull out a chair for his dahlia companion. With that, he settles in. Near black eyes are trailing from beneath the lion's guise, observing the crowd and the extravagent display of costumes. The ridiculous mane he sports creating a halo behind him that casts a long, wide shadow. An arm moves to his waist to unclasp the championship belt and sling it over his shoulder.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask drifts over to the person in the POLYANTHUS mask, looking the deeply colored coat over, and the figure beneath. "I do like that. Where are you sitting? Perhaps we might get to know each other better." Nothing like a mask to make flirting so easy!

Someone wearing a mask of bright winter blooms arrives while adorned in winter blooms. She peeks over the party, seemingly looking for someone. The girl looks around at all the costumes, looking impressed.

Someone wearing a crimson rose and midnight umbra mask has left the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask makes her way into the ballroom of the Velenosa estate, wearing a frothy confection of a gown decorated with tiny crystal jasmine blossoms along the skirt and bodice. The strapless gown, all in white lace and pearls and delicate gossamir, is a stark contrast to the ebony skin of revealed shoulders. The woman's black hair is styled up in an elegant updo, decorated with fragrant jasmine blossoms, while a mask which matches the dress obscures her features, revealing only a set of dark eyes. Skirts gathered in one hand, trailing an exotic hint of spiced perfume, she makes her way through the doors and into the grandeur of the ballroom, pausing only a moment to glance around before searching for places from which to watch the beautiful garden spread before her.

Someone wearing Sweet William mask arrives with a hand tucked delicately into the arm of someone that is dressed in a complimentary colors and a flower that is fitting to that of the Sweet William, The Polyanthus. The fiery hair is left down and curls down her back. Something quiet is said to her companion and then there's a look given to those that are here. There was a lot of people. "Where would you like to start?" she asks the Polyanthus.

Someone wearing Verbena mask has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers steps down from her perch after greeting the room at large, flashing a grin towards the man in the Flytrap mask, "oh my, gracious, beautiful, stunning, AND witty? I feel as if I might have to hire you to follow me around and tell me these things on a daily basis. Though I am not sure if I could actually afford you, you seem expensive." Then she seems to be looking for a specific person through the crowd, collecting a glass of wine in the process as the servant passes her.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask keeping an arm around his sprig of White Heather, he moves towards the Dandelion and Dahlia, offering the pair a deep bow. "My lieges, I hope this night finds you both well."

It should never be said that the Oleander of Lenosia ever misses an opportunity to make an entrance. She steps through the threshold in the resplendent decadence of a seasilk and aeterna ballgown, her filigree half-mask crafted of exquisitely detailed star iron, and live oleander blossoms woven through the crown of her hair with the most delicate of star iron chains. And on her arm, an even darker blossom: the warrior's plume. The half-mask does nothing to reveal the Oleander's identity, and her moniker is known enough that she is clearly embracing that fact. She approaches the party's hostess first -- she in frosted and ebony flowers -- reaching to clasp her hands and offers the brush of an air-kiss to either cheek. "You have outdone yourself, my dearest," she says warmly. "And I received a missive not too long before the party. A gift for you." She lifts a hand, and a servant presents the Frosted and Ebony Flower with a sea serpent pendant of iridescite and alaricite. "A gift from Minister Rook Champagne -- and, I'm pleased to say, his newly-accepted patron." Her smile gleams with a smug sort of pleasure.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander reaches out to touch the Black Dahlia's arm fondly in greeting, when the Dahlia sits next to her on the intensely immoral couch. "Going solo, my friend?" she asks. "Or do I simply not recognize what flower your other half would be?" Her tone of voice has a smirk on it, even if the same cannot be said of her painted lips.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask purses his lips when he sees that the Polyanthus has arrived with someone. So, he turns to the hostess again. "I am so blindingly expensive, but...I do it for free for my dear cousins." One eye behind the mask winks.

Someone wearing a crimson rose and midnight umbra mask departs the couch near the hostess, lifting a hand to wave at the woman in the winter blooms mask, before walking over to embrace her in a hug, and lowering her voice.

Having quietly entered, or at least as quietly entered as one can when everyone is watching the comings and going sof so many beautiful dresses, masks, cloaks and other finery, a woman clad in silvery and glittering gown and mask adorned with multitudes of forget-me-nots and butterflies murmurs something to a man wearing a thistle mask beside her. She finds who looks to be the hostess to give a curtsy in that direction, before moving toward a quiet alcove, out of the way.

Someone wearing a periwinkle veil creeps into the ballroom like creeping groundcover.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a mask of bright winter blooms returns the rose's hug, leaning into to listen to her words and murmuring something back in return.

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask is overheard praising Berenice: Flawless style, of course.

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask steps into the ballroom dressed from head to toe in gold. She offers a smile to those as she steps further in, her gaze traveling over the room seeing if she recognizes anyone.

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume enters with the Oleander of Lenosia. Where she is radiance, grace given form, he is viciously handsome and black-clad from the thickness of wind-swept, rakish hair to the terror of his bootstrap chains, forged of fallen stars, which tremble in that gait. The crimson warrior's plume adorns the thick layers of umbra that design a waistcoat, cut to a kill's form. The mask, blackened steel with an almost bestial edge, has one of the namesake flora twisted up the left side into a threatening spike, made of deadly rubicund. Everything he sees beneath that cold, piercing set of green eyes, barely contained behind the mask-cover, becomes as potential prey. Until he is drawn again toward the loftier company on his arm, a respect nod to the hostess, and then leaning to murmur an indication to the Oleander of Lenosia, a gesture toward a seat for them to lay claim.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask executes a flawless curtsy when Purple Gladiolus greets Dandelion and Dahlia. "Good evening to you. You both look marvelous."

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Polyanthus mask considers the surroundings, and spends a good moment in silence before answering Sweet William, letting her take the lead if she wishes it so, "The drinks. Fairly sure that there is a bottle of Nightgold Reserve."

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask peers at the striking Purple Gladiolus, expression unreadable beneath the flowery visage. If one stared and stared hard, they might be able to tell he was squinting underneath all those leaves. "And good evening to you..." The big lion slowly leans forward. "... Person."

Arriving upon the arm of a man as grand as the oak he wears, a woman of a more delicate accord glides gracefully in his shadow. But even such a frail looking flower has its dangers, her corsetted, silken dress draped in delicate gauzy fabric in the style of the violet aconite, bane of wolves and queen of poisons. And though the flowers woven into her attire are mostly false, she's careful not to cling too tightly to the man so as not to expose him to touching too much of the very real blooms hidden among them.

Easily following at the oaken man's side, she joins the couches and settles with a light smoothing of her silks before offering him a thankful nod. "I'll take some wine, please."

Someone wearing a gauzy Love-in-a-Mist silk mask, filigree blooms dangling iridescent gemstones's face jerks up at the mention of 'Nightgold'. She looks in that direction for a moment, then resumes Shadowy Cornering.

Someone wearing Verbena mask plucks a glass of wine from a passing server and takes a sip,"So much better--,"sighing and leaning back. Crossing her long legs, she now turns to look at her surroundings, her highlighted gold-flecked green eyes expressive.

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask is overheard praising Velenosa: You have outdone yourself, cousin.

Someone wearing Sweet William mask gives a soft nod to the Polyanthus, "That is a good place to start." the smile that she gives her companion is warm and she allows him to lead them to their next destination as she gives a look over the others in attendance, noting the gowns masks with a smile.

Someone wearing a crimson rose and midnight umbra mask bursts out laughing at something, glancing toward the figure in the Love-in-a-Mist mask, before whispering again at the figure in the mask of winter blooms again.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask is overheard praising Velenosa: What a show.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask settles into a seat, watching all the fabulous masks and outfits, with a smile. Such a fabulous cast assembled.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn arrives, following Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask.

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask is overheard praising Velenosa: Overwhelmingly beautiful!

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask is overheard praising Jaenelle: 7,For hosting the most beautiful garden of flowers to grace the city of Arx.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms settles into a seat beside the Sage, though her posture is still lively and bright, as she isn't shy about looking about to openly admire the costumes. Though her hands are folded very politely in her lap, one of her slippered feet wiggles just a little bit as it's tucked under the other, it's clear that she's very excited.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask is overheard praising Velenosa: No one parties like the Foxes.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask is overheard praising Velenosa: Gentle petals doomed to bloom, picked and stolen all too soon. But while a flower is so delicate, they can cause events sweet and unfortunate. Blossoms blooming, petals dried. Crushed in powder, both shall die. So take what's given and give thanks. As we join and praise the Lyceum's flowery ranks.

Someone wearing a dramatic blushing dahlia mask is overheard praising Velenosa: always throws the best balls.

Someone wearing Aconite mask is overheard praising Velenosa: Stunning event!

Someone wearing a Silver and Green Spinel Turtle Mask is overheard praising Velenosa.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers reaches for the gift from the very mysterious Oleander of Lenosia, her eyes glancing at the piece before lifting to return to the woman before her. "It is beautiful. Thank you, and Master Rook. Hopefully it is not because he expects an invoice for the docks and is hoping it doesn't hurt too much." There is a grin beneath the mask, "because it will probably hurt him, but im sure the docks will look beautiful regardless! Maybe I should send him an invoice for my Flytrap cousin's flattery as well and charge the Crown. I am sure his Majesty will see it was needed."

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander is overheard praising Velenosa: The creativity of the city is well-displayed -- I would expect no less from such an event.

Someone wearing a mask of bright winter blooms has joined the Libertine Table.

Someone wearing a crimson rose and midnight umbra mask has joined the Libertine Table.

Sits at the seat pulled out, carefully arranginf the train and skirts of her dress. There is a glance to the belt and then back to the gathering. The fly trap is regarded with a smile and careful tip of the blushing dahlia's head.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask bows to the Dandelion and Dahlia before he ushers his Heather away, stealing her over to the Scandal couch. There are more murmurs, a sly smile curving his mouth as he does. Once at the couch, he sprawls in proper Lycene fashion, though in a way so as not to flash the entire room, give his skirt.

Rook enters, ever the courtier, dressed in a calla lily's finery from silk shirt to neodymium-buckled boots. He arrives unmasked, although, he does wear a smile -- a small, private, and mysteriously entertained expression at all the garden that's arrived in the ballroom at the Velenosa estate. "Blessed the bloom of the hothouse, the garden, and the field. Such beauty will be hard to forget after this night, I am sure of this." He offers bows, dipped midway for some - swept low and cavalier for others. It may not matter to which blossom he pays his dues to, but, he knows.

Seeking not to draw much attention to herself, the petite Iridescite Thistle slips into the ballroom with quiet steps. In the wake of a party-goer more colourfully dressed than she, the woman looks up her partner for the evening, the far taller Black Hellebore. Her blue-violet eyes widen beneath an upquirked brow, and she places a gentle hand on his upper arm before beckoning him closer. She whispers something to him, then appraises the room by standing on tiptoes to see over the crowd. Iridescite glitters at the torc necklet of thistle barbs she wears, and her silver silken mask glints with the same foliage as well as mother-of-pearl flowers that are also pinned into her upswept raven hair.

Someone wearing Blue Hyacinth takes her time in taking in the scenery and the sight of so many flowered outfits and masks passing back and forth around her, though her reaction to such is hidden behind the volto that obscures her features. She gracefully weaves her way through the crowd in the direction of the person wearing the mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers. She stands a few paces away, just watching the other interact with her hands clasped behind her.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask seems to be having a bit of trouble being comfortable whilst sitting.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers is overheard praising Velenosa: Delicate yet deadly, never underestimate a garden.

Deliverance, an albino falcon have been dismissed.

Peaches, a lovely white war filly with a peach saddle have been dismissed.

Carmela, a gleaming dusken-feathered crow have been dismissed.

Stefano, an inconspicuous Lycene bodyguard have been dismissed.

Someone wearing Gladiolus makes a late entrance, though perhaps that's not a bad thing as it allows her to enter on her own instead of with the crowd. The brilliant saffron seasilk gown flows and moves from the hips down, the 'petals' of the skirt parting here and there to show legs encased in cleverly knotted seasilk ties for a pair of sandals. She glances around from beneath her mask to see if she can spot any familiar figures in the crush.

Ambra, a plain-faced Lycene scribe have been dismissed.

Rook has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask laughs warmly at Frosted and Ebony's reply, mischief sparking in her dark eyes. "Well, he was gracious enough to include me on the gift -- as his way of telling me he had accepted my offer." And then Rook is /arriving/, unmasked even, and her brows sweep upwards. "Ah! You will be able to tell him yourself." She flashes the warmest of smiles to Rook for his greeting before stepping aside to allow the hostess to accept further greetings, drawing her Warrior's Plume off to one of the nearby couches.

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask shifts around the room talking here and there. Gathering a champagne she settles near the wall.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing a mask of bright winter blooms before departing.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask is standing near the lady of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers, watching those who walk and converse about the ball room. "Such gorgeous and daring tastes these flowers have. If I didn't know any better, I'd say we've replicated a Lenosian garden right here tonight."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask before departing.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask would, after a short conversation with the Dahlia by his side, raise up onto his feet. He places his hands around the side of his muzzle. "FLYTRAP! FLYTRAP!" He yells over the gathering. "SHOW ME HOW YOU WALK IN THAT GOOFY THING!"

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvet before departing.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask arrives arm in arm with someone wearing a mask and dress in the theme of blackthorns. It's no secret who the cowbell man is house sigil on his coat, signet ring hanging from his neck, House Sword on his head, and a beard coppery enough to mark him out as a Halfshav. Amidst all the glitz and glamor and many many flowery themes, the pair make their way towards a shadowy alcove, what is a Velenosa ball without shadowy things?

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn steps into the ballroom, one hand tucked into the crook of her escort's elbow and glances around. "Ohhh, so many people here, just look at all the outfits, the couples. Such imagination and such a rainbow of colors!" She lifts her gaze, framed by the demi-mask toward her escort and gives a little laugh. "We can sit to the side and people watch nicely and fade into the background amid all these."

Someone wearing a crimson rose and midnight umbra mask looks at the blackthorn mask a long moment, admiring it, before returning to her quiet conversation.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask then notices they have been joined! "Oh good evening." And she dips her head politely, "Sorry, theres so much to take in. How do you do?"

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask briefly receives a message and smirks at it before sending one back. She watches to see who they deliver it too.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask glances over as someone yells for the fly trap to prove they are mobile. A light laugh comes, and then the pear flower shakes a head. A drink is accepted though she doesn't take a drink at all.

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask settles in the shadowy alcove, legs crossed femininely under her pencil skirt, a hand adorned in a large pearly ring is holding a glass of rum while the guessing game goes on in the booth.

A hand lifts toward his heart, Rook rising from the seat among the others at the couch (such imporopiety -- it's appropriate) and he offers another pair of bows. One to Lenosia's own Oleander with her Warrior's Plume at her side. Then, lower, toward Frosted Ebony.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask stands up at the demands of the Dandylion! He spreads his arms, then takes a walk on the catwalk. The boots clunk in the noisy room, and the small copse of flytraps on the codpiece bounce lightly in what is sure to be both hilarious and disturbing while he walks. His masked eyes make eye contact with the Dandelion, though he wiggles his fingers at the other man's companion. "Like this?" He lifts his hand, and bats one of the flytrap pauldrons so that it flaps closed, then snaps back open again.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers dips her head towards the Oleander of Lenosia as she and her escort begin to move on, though reaches out to touch her arm as flowers rain down around them. She takes a deep breath and there is a soft smile that touches her lips as she reaches so one of the flowers may rest against her palm. "I hope you like it" she tells no one in particular, tucking the lily into her hair beside the star iron one.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask shouts from nearby, "YEAH! YEAH HE'S DOING IT! LOOK AT HIM GO!"

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask applauds for the Flytrap, although not... _quite_ as loudly as the Dandelion does.

The blushing dahlia laughs at the display put on by the flytrap, carefully shaking her head and making all those petals shift, bounce and move. "It was, as you said it would be." She claps for the costume. "Just lovely."

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask doesn't stifle her laughter at the Flytraps display, leaning forward in her seat as she observes, highly entertained.

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvet climbs a tree. Not very high, but before greeting anyone, the man in the black mask limbs one of the pillars and leans out, watching a messenger pass through the party. He smiles broadly when it finds a host. There's a weakness in every disguise. He sees the target write a reply and drops down to thread his way through the crowd, catching up to the messenger along the way and reaching the yellow iris wearing woman in time. "Purple and yellow. We complement each other."

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask joins Purple Gladiolus on the couch, leaning against him gracefully. A few murmurs to the fellow... And then she is doubling over in laughter at Flytrap. She applauds. "Bravo!"

Someone wearing Verbena mask actually twitches her lips at the dandelion and actually almost claps. She quickly hides her smile behind her wine glass.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander is watching the Flytrap as well from her couch, and seems to respond to the display and the noise it elicits from the crowd by slamming down half a glass of wine in one smooth sip.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask claps lightly, setting her glass down to do so. She might then forget to pick it back up. She does seem to be enjoying watching all the people, though she does lean to her companion at the table and murmur something softly.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask bows his masked head for the blushing Dhalia, "And you look more stunning than I could have possibly imagined. This handsome dandelion is clearly a terribly lucky man, which I am certain I do not need to tell him." And he bows and needs to flail his arms for a moment to get the silk falls to behave on his way back to an uncomfortable seat.

Someone wearing Blue Hyacinth makes a slow circuit of the room, watching. Those close to her would hear a snort of amusement behind her volto at the antic of Flytrap and Dandelion, but that only stops her for a moment.

Someone wearing a stately Gladiolus mask hasn't bothered with a drink, either. She doesn't clap, though her mirror-dark gaze lifts as someone shouts across the ballroom, sweeping from one part to another, as she answers her companion in a murmur.

The edges of the aconite woman's lips curl a bit sharper at that, delicate chin lifting just a little in the prickly man's direction. "It must be quite impressive if you've dressed in some allusion to it." She muses teasingly before she's joined by the oaken man, hand filled with a glass and ear with murmurs. Lips pursing faintly, she gives a subtle nod and stands, delicate hand taking his to lead him off. "You must excuse us. We'll be back, but it wouldn't be much of a party if we didn't make the rounds."

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers turns towards the man in the phlox mask who stands beside her then, "I am very proud of all of the flowers here who have decided which one matches them in some way. The Lyceum is a garden, each city contrasting and enhancing the ones beside it. I am going to Lenosia soon, perhaps I will bring back more flowers for the grounds of the estate."

"Most certainly he needs to be told now and then. Lest he forgets." The Blushing Dahlia states, a glance to the Dandylion.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask was bouncing from foot to foot, as if getting warmed up for a thousand yard sprint. "Flytraps are astounding. What made a plant think, 'I don't want just sunlight and water, I want to CHEW' and then start murdering insects?" This question is posed to the Dahlia at his side, whether she has an answer or not. "The most cunning of the plant kingdom." With one last little hop that has his main frizzing out in all directions, the Lion returns to its den. AKA the chair.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure is impressed by all the flowering masks. She sips her wine as she leans back in her seat and crosses one leg over the other. Her skirts part and her bare knee is shown as she does.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask claps for the dancing Lion. "Shake the mane!" Fair is fair!

Someone wearing Aconite mask has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvetfetches a flute glass for himself and his companion. "That's an excitable dandelion."

Someone wearing Aconite mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask crows in delight, adding her voice to the ones urging Dandelion to dance.

With a soft jingle, tawny eyes widen for a moment as lips curl sweetly into a smile for no one in particular. Gliding further into the ball room, it was an absolute feast for the senses and aims to find the nearest wall in which to take in the sights of the eclectic garden.

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander is still sat at the extremely, just frankly astonishingly immoral couch, between the Blach Dahlia and the Wisteria. She has another drink of wine and looks between the two ladies. "Shall we make the rounds, if we're to be dates for the moment?" she asks Wisteria. It's a very earnestly asked question, but with a bit of an edge of good humor to it. "You're welcome to join us," she says to to the Black Dahlia. "Be both of our dates until your fated one arrives." Siiip.

Someone wearing Fiery Feathery Phoenix Mask steps foot into the ballroom; chin lifted high and with a lift of a smile meeting the corner of her lips. It's a partially lopsided smile that peeks through the phoenix mask, and though the woman remains by an alcove by the main doorway, her attention drifts amongst the crowd. She may be seeking out a familiar mask, perhaps, or possibly just a familiar voice.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask is calmly settled in place, and not moving too much. Though her laughter does ring out at one point, due to something said to her. A soft, warm and musical laughter.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask bows his head and says to the lady in a a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers "Perhaps the lovely frosted hellebore would like to make the rounds from place to place, to see if there's flowers here that might bloom a little brighter with her presence? Then when you go to Lenosia, you might bring to the gardens particular petals and the thoughts they bring. There's been a good effort by so many to make this occasion a special and person one."

1 Malespero guard, Alberico, the Malespero aide arrive, following Someone wearing a lupine flower mask.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask nods at Crimson Oleander's suggestion, draining the contents of her glass, before rising. "Good suggestion, maybe I'll be able to recognise a few." She turns to Daliah, with a smile, awaiting her confirmation.

Someone wearing a lupine flower mask has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing a crimson rose and midnight umbra mask has left the Libertine Table.

Leading them thus to the table, Polyanthus pours Sweet William a glass of wine and one of whiskey for himself. He nurses it instead of drinking it all in one go, watching the goings on and tilting his head to Sweet William once again, "Let's find a decent perch." A murmur follows that suggestion.

At first, it might go unnoticed, those fragile green vines that start to wind around columns and slowly climb up the walls. As they stretch out toward the domed ceiling, those delicate strands thicken and small buds begin to appear. Up and up they climb, growing quickly from tiny tendrils of green to thick vines. Then, as a canopy starts to stretch overhead, those buds suddenly start to burst into life. Flowers of every color, shape, and size begin to blossom from those vines. Along one column, roses. Up a stretch of wall and winding around a mirror grow petunias, dahlias, and lilies of every shade. All around the ball room, flowers fill the space with their sweet perfume.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask stands from his spot on the couch, and turns to Jasmine to offer her his hand.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask stares up in near disbelief with his jaw slack and eyes wide.

Someone wearing Verbena mask has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvetlooks concerned by the moving branches and flowers. Where he comes from plants don't do that sort of thing. He distracts himself by procuring a flute glass of something clear for himself and his yellow iris masked companion.

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume had just /finally/ eases onto the couch, /finally/. Just as the show begins. He takes a steady drink, but his eyes travel up, his features furrowing as he seems to bristle.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask is the high strung type and pulls a butter knife on a nearby lily, glaring at a nearby flower, practically daring it to make one. false. move.

Aureate sights drifted towards the spectacle, hands coming together in a clasp of delight. Nose wiggles as her mask might playfully hint at, nostrils teased by heady aromas.

The Dahlia looks upward carefully at the vines that burst into blooms, a hand going to the dandylions's forearm and a discreet gesture upward.

Someone wearing a forget-me-not and butterfly mask's steel-blue eyes widen a little and she reaches for the hand of the Thistle-masked man beside her, as she studies the vines climbing up walls and pillars, before tipping her head and murmuring something in his ear.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask has left the Inviting Couches.

"Well, isn't that a wonder," Rook remarks, eyes hooded as he lifts his chin up and considers the ascent of a fragile jade-green vine before it bursts into bloom.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask's focus has settled on those at her couch, but when those vines become undeniable, the creeping and then blossoming of flowers, her attention is caught perforce by the awe and impossible wonder of it. Her breath catches, a hand fluttering over her heart, and it's only the mask that keeps the depth of her reaction shaded.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask looks upwards as there is literally vines growing, then blooming, in every shade. He parts his lips and then claps his hands together. "Oh my, so beautiful! Well done, well done!" Just automatically giving credit to the hostess for the show, even if its actually a threat that is about to destroy them all! Party! Fun times! He doesn't have danger on the mind.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask takes Sage's hand as they leave those oh-so-inviting couches, giving him a bold smile. She pauses, then, and glances about the room then, as she becomes aware of those flowers as they begin to bloom about the ballroom. Her mouth drops open just a bit, beneath the edge of the jasmine mask she wears, and she makes a little 'Oh' sound of wonder at it. Hand still in Sage's, she asks, "Are you seeing what I see?" she asks wonderingly.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask has joined the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask has a look for the Dahlia. One that says, 'I must go, adventure awaits'. With that the dandiest lion of the evening is hopping back up. Hop, hop, hopping up and down in place, as if building up the electricity. The 6'5 king of the jungle then goes /over/ the winter vixen's table, smoothly sliding right over the cloth and back toward the floor. The thorns, the leaves, the absolutely magnificent mane that was pluming outward. Then he s tops dead, as the vines and lilies, dahlias and petunias all come to a sudden bloom. "Ah. You see?" He points up toward the ceiling. "I told you ghosts were wandering about."

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask has left the The Misconduct Couch.

Someone wearing a periwinkle veil was leaning against a column when suddenly vines ran up them and burst into blooms. Now she steps back and looks up with silk fluttering with a gasp of awe.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask is reaching for her glass when the aroma catches her attention. The lovely aroma of so many flowers, not the expected sweat of such a crush. Eyes open wide, mouth opens and then closes again. "Goodness, that's - " Her attention definitely not her couch companions at the moment, just wide eyed staring at the beautiful polleny collection.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask reaches her hand to the man in Heliotropes mask's hair and tries to briefly neaten it. Glancing to the dance floor, she murmurs to him, likely joking, "Think we are too old for dancing these days?"

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask stops in her tracks as her eyes trail the vines and the blossoming flowers. Her lips form a tight line and she spins on her heel to study the room.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask gasps in wonder at the display, gently stroking Purple Gladiolus' hair to try and soothe him. "I'm sure it's just a clever illusion. I wonder where the strings are?"

"I suppose I should" the woman in frosted and ebony flowers mask says even as the vines begin to spread throughout the room. Her hand slips into Phlox's arm and she takes him with. First she heads towards the couch where blushing dahlia and her dandy lion sit. As she reaches her destination, the flowers bloom suddenly. "Thank you both for coming" she tells the couple with a dip of her head. "You both look amazing, truly." Her eyes lift towards the ceiling, her smile brightening, "do you believe you are able to dance like that?" she asks blushing dahlia curiously.

Someone wearing Verbena mask follows the vines up the pillars and rounds her eyes as they burst into bloom. She smiles s little as the smell reaches her nose. Turning, she goes to venture off and talk to others; plucking another glass of wine as she moves.

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask crystal blues climb to the ceiling and round in amazement upon the display of the vines. Her mouth agape, and she wonders if magic was invovled.

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvetshakes his head. "I'll lead." And joking or not, deposits his glass behind and grabs his lady iris in both hands. "Would you do me the honor?" Last chance to back out of dancing.

Rook has left the The Impropriety Couch.

As Jeffeth attempts to use mage sight on the vines and flowers, he gets the impression of warm golden sunlight and peace.

Someone wearing a hare mask of blooms and bells has joined the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn's eyes widen as she watches the vines, them slowly catching and holding her attention, perhaps in a way showing a mix of concern and enjoyment judging from what expression can be seen below the demi-mask.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander downs her glass of wine and stands with the Wisteria-masked lady. She even offers her arm, so that it's a proper making-the-rounds and not just two ladies in great gowns wandering around side by side. It's when Wisteria stops that Crimson Oleander almost continues on a step, before realizing that something's the matter-- "Do you recognize someone--?" Her gaze settles on the vines as well. "--ah. Well, then..."

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask squeezes the man in Heliotropes hands. "I'll try to follow." Nope. No backing down for this lady.

Someone wearing a stately Gladiolus mask rises from the couch and companions she has claimed. The diminutive woman has stayed long enough to mark that she attended, and that, perhaps, is enough.

Someone wearing a stately Gladiolus mask has left the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask notices the creeping vines and blooms that follow after accepting Jasmine's hand and pauses to observe. It's hard to tell his level of wonder behind the mask, but his attention does linger in spite of now having someone in his company. He tears his eyes away, distractedly, to his partner. "I think I am," he answers. "... Interesting." The latter comes in a murmur, as he leads Jasmine to the dance floor. Once there, one hand goes to her slender waist, while the other gently holds hers. The start of a very traditional, non-Lycene waltz, apparently.

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure watches the vines. "Well ... should we be worried?" She murmurs under her breath.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask seems to be on the hunt...eyes looking for someone he can afflict with...himself as a dance partner.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask bows his head and says to the lady in a a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers as he tilts his head towards those at the current place they were at, and leads her to where she'd like to go. As petals fall from the ballroom ceiling, his voice sings quietly alongside the hostess. A verse of a song regarding the flowers of the Lyceum, such as the Rose of Tor.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander glances to the Black Dahlia. "I'll protect you," she says, sounding sternly self-assured. "From... flowers."

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 39 higher.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 1 higher.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure gives a look to Oleander. "Yeah ... huh."

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask lifts his arms and theatrically tosses back plumes of golden silk, casting a breeze over the mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers. It's no crawling bunches of vines. But hey, he tried. "And you look equal parts frightening and beautiful. Truly Lycene." He holds a hand above his head and circles a finger through the air, as if he could point out every flower at once. "I'm not gonna top that, but I might fail more spectacularly than it succeeded."

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask's attention is brought back to her companions as they speak. "I don't know. Nobody seems concerned... so far." Her grimace doesn't fade.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask rises from the couch, twirling to admire her sparkling skirts in the candlelight. She extends a hand to Purple Gladiolus. "May I have this dance, my lord?"

After a time, Jasmine manages to tear her eyes away from the wonderous happenings with the flowers, and the strange phenomenon seems to only brighten her mood further. "I think it's lovely," she murmurs. She steps closer to Sage as his hand wraps about her waist, lifting one hand to rest upon his shoulder, while her other remains within his. As the dancing begins, she smiles up at him, and carefully follows his lead, the crystal jasmine blossoms on her skirts glittering in the light, delicate organza swishing and swirling with her graceful steps. She is easy to dance with, light on her feet, and has an easy and ready smile, that hint of exotic jasmine perfume lightly trailing with her.

Someone wearing a mask of bright winter blooms has left the Libertine Table.

Flutter, a lovely passerine bird, Joan arrive, following Someone wearing Bellflower mask.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask is looking at those vines and seems tense, his head angled upward to keep an eye on them. He turns to the lovely sprig of Heather in his arms and asks, "Have you seen anything like that before? Did you ah, still want to dance?"

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander glances to the Wisteria-wearing woman next, and the corner of her painted lips twitches upward in what might approximate, or come close to approximating, a little tiny bit of a smirk. "I'll protect you, too, if it comes to it. But you're right. It might just have been a party trick. And if so, it'd be something of a diplomatic incident for us to run and grab swords. At least, at this stage of the party -- I think all involved would need to be far more drunk for swords to be considered good fun."

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvet has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask is fortunate to have such a lovely and nimble dance partner, since it makes his own lackluster dancing less noticeable. He diligently leads Jasmine through the steps, and while his footwork is notably heavier and more clumsy, he fails to step on her toes try as he might. His own robe also swishes along like water with his movement - but it likely more due to the fineness of the aeterna than how he moves. Only getting the dance matters now; the flowers and their magic no longer distract him.

Someone wearing Verbena mask has joined the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask cackles out loud at something said at his couch.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask shakes her head. "Never. Absolutely remarkable." Her eyes light up. "Yes. Please." She takes him by the hand and seems ready and able to drag him onto the dance floor.

"Once Lord Dante Fidante stole a bunch of roses from the Fidante estate and sent them to me. I am sure Calista forgave him, even if he did steal her flowers, but they were beautiful" the woman in the frosted and ebony mask tells Phlox as he speaks of the roses of Tor. "It is not about topping that" she then tells the man in the Dandelion mask, laughing, "it is to enhance that. Perhaps they simply wished to join the party in the only way a flower knows how, to bloom." Obviously the hostess is not worried that her house has suddenly become Jumanji!

Someone wearing Verbena mask lifts her head toward the familiar voice. "He must of poked someone and they liked it,"no shame here as she sips her wine. Crossing her long legs she smiles at those at the couch,"Good evening."

Someone is late, fashionably so of course. The bellflower mask and gown are not something that has been worn in public before, so it's easy to speculate on who might be behind the mask.

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist, 2 House Crovane Guards, Deor, a young swordsman arrive, following Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask offers his Heather his hand as he gets to his feet. There is a slight flare of his wrap skirt along with the motion of his body. "Then let us dance." His cool blue eyes linger on those flowers climbing towards teh domed roof.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask has left the Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist have been dismissed.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Deor, a young swordsman have been dismissed.

2 House Crovane Guards have been dismissed.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask twirls around the floor with the man in the Heliotropes. A swirl of gold against his understated black and whites. She dips and twirls without missing a cue from him.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask follows where the Sage of the Diviners leads, her feet knowing the steps well. Those delicate slippers turn with grace, and her feet are spared largely in part due to her nimble footwork. While they dance, Jasmine shares quiet words with her partner on the dance floor. For the nonce, her attention is all on her dance partner, and yet, somehow she is self-aware enough to avoid collisions with other dancers, or unfortunate skirt-tramping incidents.

Abandoned by the dandelion, she rises from her spot off in search of a drink, an eye for those newly sprunv flowers. The blushing dahlia takes care with her train and mask as she goes.

:seems pleased at the reaction to whatever she said, chuckling softly. She continues to look up at the blossoming vines and flowers.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask shakes her head, though she manages to regain some lost mirth, or at least appear to. "Drunk and thirsty for blood." She adds to Crimson Oleander's words, her eyes remaining on the vines.

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask has left the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask inclines her head, aas Prickly gets up to head out. "Thank you. I look forward to next time," she calls.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a hare mask of blooms and bells has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a hare mask of blooms and bells has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask has left the Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask twirls onto the dance floor, landing just so in Purple Gladiolus' arms, taking to the dance like she was born to it.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask has joined the Grand Duchess Throne.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I believe we're legally obligated to try and dance at least." He tells their fair hostess. "Would you like to take me to the dance floor so we can begin the disaster in earnest?"

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask has left the Grand Duchess Throne.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 26 higher.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask sweeps the lady dressed in the Hare mask, to the dance floor. He gathers up a bit of the silk falls into his hands to keep from tripping over them, then gathers HER up in his hands as well. The leather Flytraps on his outfit bob to the rhythm of his dancing legs. "You are such a sport and a delight, you know. You look adorable...I want to pet those silky ears."

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask takes his partner in his arms and sends her into a light spin before he catches her and starts to dance. The sheer fabric of his shirt reveals the flex and ripple of muscles along his spine as he continues his dance, the purple of his mask a vivid contrast to the monotone black of his outfit.

Someone wearing Moon Flower half-mask's turns and takes a few steps backwards as she enters, as if she'd seen something she had to double-take on her way in, the effects of her turning back around flaring out the beauty of her gown's aeterna skirts as she enters, then pauses to glance around.

Someone wearing a forget-me-not and butterfly mask has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 38 higher.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander glances to the action on the dancefloor once she seems reasonably certain that the mass of suddenly-blossomed flowers is not going to start descending from the rafters and Audrey II everyone. "Mm. Would you care to dance?" she asks Wisteria. "I'm not much at it, but I think dressed as I am, it'd be a shame if I didn't TRY..."

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a gauzy Love-in-a-Mist silk mask, filigree blooms dangling iridescent gemstones has left the Shadowy Corner.

Dreya, an older woman in Velenosan livery have been dismissed.

2 House Velenosa Guards have been dismissed.

Ailfryd, a tall, thin man with a haugty air have been dismissed.

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose enters the ballroom, and walks past the dancers, accepting a drink from a passing servant. His head turns as he observes the crowd, looking for a particular flower amid the many beautifully adorned masks.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask has left the The Impropriety Couch.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 63 higher. Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask rolled a critical!

Someone wearing a forget-me-not and butterfly mask steps out of the shadowy alcove, fingers interlacing with the Thistle-masked man at her side as she murmurs to him in hushed tones. Whatever she's saying, she's clearly happy, lips curving into a smile as they make their way to the exit. One hand reaches up to touch one of the flowers of one of the magical climbing vines, her eyes full of wonder, before they disappear from view.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask gets to her feet, wobbling a bit. She waddles to the dance floor, petite form rather swamped by her own roundness. And though by herself at the moment, she dances to the music, enjoying the opportunity to move, careful though she must be. This is the carefree dance of someone who loves to dance, even if by herself. The music, the masks, the flowers - it all combines to a moment of sheet content joy that must be danced. So, she does.

Someone wearing a thistle mask has left the Shadowy Alcove.

William, a taciturn quartermaster leaves, following Someone wearing a thistle mask.

Someone wearing a thistle mask leaves, following Someone wearing a forget-me-not and butterfly mask.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 52 higher.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 35 higher.

Someone wearing Polyanthus mask slips his arm around Sweet William's waist, pulling her towards him and to the dance floor, after a moment's hesitation. "You will have to forgive me for any bruises upon your feet. I am most definitely not a good dancer. Or a dancer at all."

A playful look is shot towards the ensnaring buzz catcher as she is swept up, a graceful glide as she is now glued into the make of his hands and lithely sways along on the tips of springy toes, "My rule for biting is the same for petting, " Was uttered with a musical cadence, airy as her breath found itself in tune with the dance, "But if you continue to amaze me with these graceful moves, I may just lightly let you finger the tip of them."

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 140 higher. Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask rolled a critical!

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask is brought out from her fixation on the suspicious plants by her companions words, managing a warm smile, she turns to her. "Of course. And you'll be fine, worst case you can blame it on wine." She chuckles lightly.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask is singing to the lady in a a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers that he walks with, and as they walk under the falling petals from above, the song he sings to her mixes with a graceful dance to showcase her outfit before he gives a dip of his head in a bow, then takes her to another small gathering to introduce the hostess to those at the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Sweet William mask gives a smile to her companion when a question is answered and then she takes a moment to untuck her arm from his as he slips his arm around her waist. There's a soft chuckle, "My feet will recover if anything happens. You don't have to be a good dancer." she tells him as she gives a nod to that.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask has left the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure smiles as she sees the Black Rose. Making her way over to the dark flower she stops and makes a playfully deep curtsy. "Oh dear Black Rose. Will you dance with me?"

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask has joined the Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander moves to put her arm around Wisteria's waist to lead her towards the dance floor, giving Black Dahlia a nod and a seemingly apologetic mini-smile as she steps past. "Ah. Good idea," she says, dryly, and plucks a glass of wine from a passing server's tray as they walk. She downs it swiftly. "There. Maybe now I can dance," she says, with wry good cheer. "Will you be so kind as to lead?"

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers has left the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a lupine flower mask has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing a lupine flower mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

"Once I say hello to everyone, then we shall dance. I believe you owe me that. And tea?" Frosted and ebony flower masked woman tells the man wearing the dandelion mask. "Or rum in tea" she calls out as Phlox leads her elsewhere in a twirl to the song he sings about the Lyceum. Stopping before the Inviting couches, she offers a smile and dip of her head to those sitting in that area.

Someone wearing Verbena mask is quite comfortable as she watches the colors around her, sipping her wine. Her eyes intent as they peek through the mask.

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose offers a smile to the Black Dahalia, and bows to her gracefully. Taking her hand, he kisses it, and says, "I'd be honored." He keeps her hand in his as the two approach the dance floor.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask chuckles as her companion downs the her drink. "I'm a terrible influence it seems." She leads the way to the floor with a smile.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 26 higher.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander checked dexterity at difficulty 30, rolling 13 lower.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask gave a nod as the hostess departs. "And tea." He agrees. The roaming lion stalks across the floral field, eventually ending up back beside the bushing Dahlia he'd arrived with. "Would you accompany my drunk ass out onto the dance floor, darling?"

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask abandons the alcove having not being able to guess anyone she joined there. The man in the lupine flower mask joins her as they step toward the gathering at the inviting couches and she smiles to those present, "Good evening"

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask is graceful and light on her feet, her height amplifying the effect. She seems the sort to prefer to lead, and yet she seems perfectly happy to let Purple Gladiolus do so. For now. She leans in to murmur something to him, her blue eyes meeting his. She grins at Dandelion and Dahlia as they sweep by.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure softly takes his hand and bows her head. "I am glad you were able to make it." She murmurs to Black Rose as they reach the dance floor. With a flourish she moves into position to start dancing.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 18 higher.

As quietly as they crept in, the person draped in periwinkle ombre silk slips away.

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 21 higher.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander takes her dance partner's hands and... "Ah! Sorry. That was your foot, wasn't it..." Off to a fine start! Rather than showcasing any innate ability to move to the music or wow the ballroom, she seems to be trying to imitate the moves she sees around her, and it results in a lot of: "Ah! Sorry again," and the like. Stepping on toes, on her own gown's hem, bumping her butt into this person or that... look. She's trying. She's really trying.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask has to stop dancing sooner than she would like, but at this point, she moves to wave to the hostess and everyone there, pausing briefly, her rotund figure silhouetted as she stands by the door, and then slips out.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask is making quite a show of himself with his dance partner, the Hare, on the dance floor. The Flytrap embodies the sort of abandon that comes with complete confidence and absolute surrender to the fun of the evening. He is having an absolute marvelous time.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask is overheard praising Velenosa.

"I suppose that I could." She leans to gather up the train, a discreet movement and soon enough the train is up and hooked somewhere under teh dramatic folds of the top of her dress. "Surely in five years, you've learned to dance." The blushing Dahlia manages to jest, taking his arm and heading to the floor.

Someone wearing a hare mask of blooms and bells checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Someone wearing a sophisticated Pear Blossom mask has left the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask doesn't seem overly concerned with her dance partner's bad luck. "Just focus on the rhythm, no great skill needed." She reassures, her warm smile still in place, though her gaze drifts to the vines from time to time as if to ensure they were still present.

Someone wearing Verbena mask has left the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose and the Black Dahlia sweep onto the dance floor in time with music. His face is aglow with happiness, as the couple glide along amid the other dancers.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 8 higher.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander lets out a gentle sigh as she stops trying to do anything more complicated than moving with Wisteria when Wisteria moves. That much, she can accomplish. "Some women's natures compel them to do great things," she murmurs. "And mine compels me to do those great things far, far from the dance floor." Her crimson-painted lips perk upwards at the corners. Not quite a full smile, but close enough. "Either I need more wine to loosen up or about four pounds of haze. If we were wrestling, I'd be all set. Though my gown would be a wreck."

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask is mostly swaying in the arms of the man in the Heliotropes. Seeing the new couple sweep energetically onto the floor, she murmurs to her partner, "Aww. Look. Young love."

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn gives a soft laugh as others filter onto the dance floor and as the music for that dance ends, she follows her escort toward some seating.

It might not be noticed that this was her first time ever having appeared at such an event, the amount of people and the multitude of things to tease the senses was enough to perhaps overwhelm some. But it was to this occasion that the aureate creature rose as she allowed herself to be led about with supple and lively abandon, always just out of that snapping bite as moves yielded only so much before a graceful sweep of form brought her along to be the saccharine fixings to her dancing partner's spicy recipe. Happy to listen in to the gliding responses from those they skirted by.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 6 higher.

Someone wearing a dramatic blushing dahlia mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 41 higher.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Verbena mask stands off to the side, deciding to watch off to the side. Sipping her wine, she watches-content.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask leads the a woman in a silken demi-mask of blackthorns back towards a shadowy alcove where he leans up against the wall and idly motions out to the sea of masked faces, looking out as well.

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvetis focused entirely on the woman in his arms, until she distracts him with the entry of a new couple to the dance floor. He spins away to make room, gifting them with elbow room and a smile.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask did not have confident eyes underneath the lion's visage. "You would think that." He says as he takes one of her hands in his own and places an arm around her waist. "But I have never been a fast learner." And onto the floor the Dandelion and Dahlia intertwine. Slow, careful steps from the lion, directing his unwieldy frame about the floor. For the most part he's letting her lead while he simply follows. The charm and grace are her's alone to possess, he's the blunt instrument that plays sidekick to her movements. His head slowly lifts toward the ceiling as the petals come cascading down on top of them. It's not all bad. Certainly not all bad.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure grins at Black Rose as they glide across the dance floor. Her feet keep in time with his. The strips of fabric that make her skirts swirl about her making her flash the colors of the black dahlia. Dark hues of purple, pink and crimson as she continues to glide across the floor. More sure in her steps she lets Black Rose lead her about as she lithely follows each direction. She grins more as she feels as though she is in a world of their own.

Maybe it is the skirt that is throwing the purple Gladiolus off his game, but while he's not a *bad* dancer, he's clearly not as gifted as his Heather partner, or others around him. Instead of continuing to try to shine, he focuses instead on giving the redhead an opportunity to shine. He puts his hands on her hips and holds her up as they spin slowly.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask does make sure to provide the other dancers with ample space for their far more daring maneuvers. The conversation between him and Jasmine seems to be hushed, but mellow, and his steps are equally relaxed and methodical.

Someone wearing Polyanthus mask checked dexterity at difficulty 15, rolling 0 higher.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 26 higher.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander checked dexterity at difficulty 20, rolling 1 higher.

Someone wearing Polyanthus mask is an adequate dancer; devoid of any actual skill but with enough sense not to step on his partner's toes. Nothing spectacular or awe-inspiring about the way he moves, but he can live with unremarkable. In the meantime, he and Sweet William appear engaged in a discussion that distracts from the actual dancing just by a bit.

"I have faith." The blushing Dahlia state with a confidant voice and starts to lead the man nearly twice her size. As the lily petal fall there's a mile on her face, a serence one that probably hasn't been on there for some time again and with it a renewed energy as she guide the dandylion around the floor, ipping past others with the faintest of brushes in the crush, one hand on forearm, the other in his hand. No stepped on slippers this night, jut some petal that get caught up in her own headdress and the folds of her gown.

Someone wearing Aconite mask has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Aconite mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask chuckles at the lady's words as she proceeds to dance with ease. "There are gowns suited to that if you'd believe it." She comments wryly.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander is not dancing with EASE, but is certainly making less of an ass of herself as she scales down her ambitions. "I'm quite aware. I own several. This one is more... suited to seduction, I should say." She pauses a beat, and lets out a quiet laugh. "I've been doing a terrible job of it, haven't I?"

Twirling into a graceful end as she was scooped up, the kiss to her cheek was returned in kind as voice dipped to a whisper. With that she'd depart, giving a lingering squeeze to the playfully orchestrating hand of the Flytrap.

As the spin ends, the Purple Gladiolus sets Heather down and then whispers in her ear, before he takes her hand in his and pulls her off the dancefloor and towards the exit of the ballroom.

Someone wearing Sweet William mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 8 lower.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms rises to dip a low curtsy to the hostess of the event as she and her lupine masked companion join the inviting couches. She retakes her seat for a few moments, but only just, as she rises once more, her hand in Aconite's and her smile brilliant as she does so.

Someone wearing a hare mask of blooms and bells has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose pulls Black Dahlia closer to him, gazing soulfully into her eyes as they glide across the dance floor. "You are absolutely beautiful," he says softly.

Someone wearing Moon Flower half-mask has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn's lips form a little smirk..er.. a smile as they catch sight of Gladiolus and his escort and hears some of the flowery compliments bestowed by others. She turns toward her own escort to continue their conversation.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask sets free his dance partner and saunters his way off the dance floor, moving to get himself a drink with a clever smile playing on his full lips. The vigorous dance has left him a little shiny...which really only adds to the whole presentation.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Aconite mask checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 15 higher.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask laughs and shakes her head. "Doubtful, if you found the right audience." She smiles, taking a glass of wine from a passing sever, drinking deeply and ensuring her movements cause no spillages.

Someone wearing Sweet William mask is not the best dancer, but makes a go of it. And...she ends up stepping on the Polyanthus' foot and there's a moment that there's a flush of embarrassment that starts to stem from the neck of the woman and bleed into her face. She whispers something to him and then parts from him, apparently done with the dancing.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 26 higher.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing White and purple heather mask before departing.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander continues dancing with Wisteria while Wisteria drinks -- "Now you're just showing off," she murmurs through what is a very real, wry smile. "Though that's the question, isn't it? Have I found the right audience?"

Someone wearing Purple gladiolus mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing White and purple heather mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask is keeping his pace decently enough to not crumble or fall over. The headdress creates problems of its own, both as a receptacle for plenty of lily petals and how it shakes and waves all through the dance. "Well." He steps around her in a twirl. "This is not as bad as I thought. Are we doing the thing? We seem to be doing it."

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure smiles at him as they dance. She murmurs something to Black Rose as she is pulled in close. As they continue to dance she looks around and takes in the growing vines. "I wonder how they got it to do that."

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask has joined the Scandal Couch.

"We are doing the thing." She murmurs to the Dandylion as she stands there and turns in spot as he moves around her. "And you didn't even have to be bribed with live food." She looks up, in as much as one can tell from the veil, to the petals in the mane. "Who made this?"

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose smiles and kisses Black Dahlia's cheek. As they dance, he adds a flourish to his steps, as he seems to be less self-conscious and moving more freely with the music.

Someone wearing a lupine flower mask has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask has left the Inviting Couches.

1 Malespero guard, Alberico, the Malespero aide, Someone wearing a soft white silk and yellow citrine mask leave, following Someone wearing a lupine flower mask.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask before departing.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure smiles as she notices his look. She brings a hand up to caress his cheek softly. Her hand moves to his shoulder ad they continue to dance. "It's that type of night you don't want to end." She confesses softly to Black Rose quietly.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask stands up and offers his arm to the lady in a a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers. Once again, they're off walking through the dance floor, weaving through merry folk, the petals that fall slowly from the ceiling, before they find their way to stand by the Scandal Couch and the occupants there. To the man wearing the Bold Flytrap Mask, he smiles and says "You absolutely make that outfit. You truly do. Good evening!"

Regardless of the music, Heliotrope and Iris remain glued to each other, an island in the sea of excess.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask looks up to the Foxy Night Phlox and /beams/. "Good evening, and thank you. You are looking rather stunning yourself in that /cloak/. Mmm." He bows his head and smiles to the lady in the Thousand Frosted Flowers mask. "And such a charming date tonight as well. How did he get so lucky?" He winks at her, then looks at the fellow.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask lifted a hand to settle against the side of his mask. "It was a Ravashari named Parisa. Which reminds me, I still need to pay her for doing such a good job. My neck hasn't been worked like this in ages." He cranes from side to side, the mane flowing. "It's also damn hot in here."

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask is chatting away with the others at her area of the couches, but her gaze lifts swiftly on the approach of the Night Phlox and Frosted and Ebony. There's an upward twitch of her brows, some internal pause, and then her lips draw gracefully into a smile, her attention focusing on the party's hostess. "Dearest, it's the most /breathtaking/ of evenings. I hope you're so very proud, because you should be."

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose nods in agreement with Black Dahlia. "So many amazing dancers," he says, glancing around the ballroom. "And though I know nothing of fashion - certainly, this ball is the height of it."

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask slips off fading into the forest of flowers to mingle on her way out, wiggling her fingertips goodbye at those she recognized, or that recognized her.

Someone wearing a purple stargazer lily mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has joined the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask continues his waltz with Jasmine, but he does note Sweetpea has finally joined them on the dance floor with a partner of her own. He offers them a small smirk.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure nods and laughs a bit. "Same here. I mean nobles are already like flowers at a regular ball ... now it's a full star lit garden." She grins and winks at Black Rose as they continue to dance. "And a beautiful garden it is."

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask rises to offer his congratulations as well, with a little bow, and a light, warm, "A triumph for House Velenosa... and your gardeners."

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has joined the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms and Someone wearing and Aconite mask suddenly pick up in a whirl of flaring and fluttering skirts, possibly stirring the garments of the other dancers they bypass and weave around. The Sweet Pea's laughter is breathless and effervescent, ringing out alongside the music on their first pass. There might be a graceful near miss or three, but they don't crash into anyone at least!

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume inclines his head with the others at the Scandal Couch. Saluting with his drink. "Very fine affair. Decorations stole the show."

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask claps his hand against the heel of his other, so as not to disturb his drink. "A master stroke, to be sure. The event has been the most fun I have had in ages."

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers looks towards her Flytrap cousin, "my usual dance partner is busy this evening and could not get away. Unfortunately that left me without an escort, so I decided to find one that I had never met before. Well, out of all those who offered, there was only one who fit that so here we are. Sadly, he is not unavailable to come to anything else as ive now met him." She beams towards the lovely Oleander of Lenosia, "I am always proud of what this house is able to do with something that might have evolved from a negative place. We make things positive, hopeful, and always do so with dignity and grace."

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask has left the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander has left the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander has joined the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask thinks as he listens to Bold Flytrap Mask's words. A hand goes to his shoulder, and taking a step away from the hostess, he lifts off his duelist's cloak with an elegant flourish before he hands the costly brocade cloak to him. "May it then let your enemies be dazzled by the finesse of form and your skills as you no doubt one day will have legends sung of your own exploits, my lord. Best be dressed a little more when that day comes, although I'm thinking that there'll be Whites tomorrow about your dancing tonight, if not already." The words from the lady in a a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers have him give a little bow of his head.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask nodded to his dance partner of the evening. "I'll leave you to it. Thanks for humoring me." He ticks his head up toward the ceiling again. "And you too." With that he breaks away for the moment. Having not tripped or fallen, but successfully danced. The dandelion remains by the dance floor for the moment. Hanging on the edge, watching the others twirl about.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask continues to dance with the Sage of the Diviners in that slow waltz, regardless of the music. They seem to be enjoying their quiet conversation, though Jasmine's gaze is briefly drawn by the twirling whisk of air that passes by as Sweet Pea breezes by with her partner with that bubbling laughter. Her lips curve into a smile, eyes tracking the pair, before her gaze returns to Sage, lips quirked in an amused smile.

"I am sure your escort will enjoy his very rare and unique honor of visiting the Velenosa Estate," the Oleander of Lenosia replies to the frosted and ebony hostess of the evening, even as her gaze flits to the man in the foxy night phlox mask with a very particular sort of expression. And then her gaze softens as she looks back to their hostess. "It is you yourself who does that, my darling cousin," she tells her with warm fervency.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has left the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

As the evening begins to wind down, the flowering vines have reached the height of their beauty. The air is thick with the perfume of hundreds of flowers. It might be expected that the flowers would wither and die just as quickly as they bloomed. Yet, they do not wither. They do not die. Instead, the petals of the flowers slowly begin to detach and fall from the flowers, floating to the ground and the dancers and party-goers below as if drifting on a gentle breeze. It's not a deluge of petals. Merely a soft shower.

"Don't step on her toes." She warns the dandylion before the Blushing Dalia strikes out on her own again, looking for hopefully familiar faces, eyes or voices.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has left the The Immorality Couch.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose laughs happily as the falling petals fills the air around him and Black Dahlia as they dance. "I have never seen anything like this," he says softly.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask looks far more touched than he reasonably should be as the Foxy Night gifts him with the cloak, just all the sudden, and in so charming a manner. He draws in a deep breath and then stands, reaches out and tries to give the man a hug.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has left the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has joined the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure laughs with him and smiles as she sticks out a hand like one would in the rain. "Me neither. It's amazing." She says with lot of awe in her voice and a hushed whisper.

Anais, a svelte, sylph-like scribe arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask before departing.

Someone wearing an ebon silk petunia mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

As the flower petals begin to fall, the hostess does not make any movement to brush them from her hair or off her person, instead welcoming each petal as an old friend. "It is not always easy" the frosted and ebony flower masked woman says with a laugh. "I used to think that each person needed to be corrected, but a good friend explained that not ever opinion is weighed the same and not everyone deserves a response. Not all battles are equal. It is a hard thing to grasp when you wish to protect those who are yours, but sometimes you protect them by not allowing it to affect you."

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 17 higher.

Flutter, a lovely passerine bird, Joan leave, following Someone wearing Bellflower mask.

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvettrails a hand behind him for Yellow Iris to follow him through the crowd. He beelines for an attendant carrying drinks, gets two flutes to replace the half-empty ones he left behind while dancing and then chooses a seat, almost at random to which to drag his lady love.

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvet has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Heliotropes on black velvet has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a foxy night phlox mask glances about as the petals start to fall, perhaps a cue but he smiles to the lady in a a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers and his voice lifts to a simple song to her, "As spring does come and flowers bloom, where hope was dead now fills the room. As flowers grew but now slowly fall, I must depart but thanks for inviting me to your ball. May your reign bloom for many years, and your garden of flowers here bring beauty to those beyond its walls. Farewell, Jaenelle." And with that, her escort departs!

Someone wearing Yellow Iris mask comes to sit beside the man in the Heliotropes mask, gratefully accepting the drink and taking a sip before greeting those at the couch.

Someone wearing Mask of the Femme Fatale Crimson Oleander is reaching for a glass of wine from a servant as the petals begin to fall. She freezes mid-reach -- and then pivots to take a glass that petals DIDN'T just fall into.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask steps back from the Foxy Night as he starts his poem to the Thousand Frosted, though he does seem a little lonely as the petals all fall around him. He still smiles, holds onto the cloak he was given, and turns his dark gaze upwards.

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask's gaze lifts as the petals begin to fall, her breath drawing short -- and then she sets her glass of wine aside and rises from her seat. She turns to her escort now, the Warrior's Plume, and extends her hand. "You will dance with me," she informs him, "whether you know how to or not."

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume rises as the petals fall. Setting his drink aside. He doesn't argue, he reaches out his hand, palm upward, to escort her to the ballroom floor. "As you like."

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume has left the Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask has left the Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has left the Shadowy Alcove.

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has joined the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers smiles towards Phlox, "thank you, for attending and keeping me company. You were a lovely stand in for my regular escort this evening, and I have enjoyed our conversations a great deal." She dips her head slightly before he turns to departs, "I shall have to write that down" she says of the song.

Someone wearing Sweet William mask gives a smile to the Polyanthus and then steps from the dance floor with him. The woman tucks her arm into his and makes quiet conversation with him as they leave for the moment.

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 14 higher.

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 54 higher.

Someone wearing Polyanthus mask leaves, following Someone wearing Sweet William mask.

Someone wearing Black Hellebore mask checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.

Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask has left the Scandal Couch.

Greguin, an organized priest leaves, following Someone wearing prickly spiny bloom mask.

Elegance, beauty, wonder, and now playful joy is outpouring on the dance floor as the whirling pair of Aconite and Sweet Pea slow to a more stately movements, though perhaps their eddies are just enough to swirl up some of the petals as they start to fall. The pair come to a stop, though only briefly as there's an impressive dip of Sweet Pea by Aconite, somewhat to the the former's surprise, though she melts into it with grace, looking up at Aconite with wide eyes as the other woman is framed in falling preternatural blossoms, her smile elated.

It would take a discerning eye to note that the Oleander of Lenosia is leading the dance between her and the Warrior's Plume, but he at least acquits himself without embarrassment. She is clearly far more adept on the dancefloor, taking to it with a sweep of her dramatic skirts and a ready grace that speaks of deep experience -- and a particular love of this aspect of the life of a noble.

Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask has left the Decadent Couch.

Sirra, a very quiet maid leaves, following Someone wearing Wisteria, silk mask.

Amid the falling petals, Black Rose and Dahlia continue to dance. As an interlude in the music presents itself, he pulls her into his arms and whispers something to her, smiling broadly as he steps away, and, placing his hand over his heart, bows. "Thank you for the dance, My Lady. Care to accompany me?" he asks, offering her his arm.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure smiles at him and kisses his cheek. "I would love a walk. The night is too nice for us to not have a walk." She curtsies lowly before she takes his arm again and takes a step by his side.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask has left the Scandal Couch.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask departs the couch after the last occupant heads out. He, honestly, looks a bit insultedly after the man in the spiked mask, but its hard to tell with the mask. He casts his eyes about the event to see who is still dancing, then drinks down the rest of his wine, and flicks a few petals from his hair.

Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose,with a last glance at all the wonders of the Velenosa Ballroom, smiles at Black Dahlia and they make their way out to the Hall.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure has left the The Immorality Couch.

1 Order of the Firebird leaves, following Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure.

Someone wearing Mask of Black Dahlia's Allure leaves, following Someone wearing Mask of the Black Rose.

The waltz between Sage and Jasmine comes to a slow end, though their conversation continues on their way back to the couches.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers checked composure at difficulty 30, rolling 3 higher.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers stands up suddenly, wine glass slipping from her hand as she extends it outward in the universal gesture of stop. She doesnt speak though, mpt calling out as her lips thin. With a sigh, she seems to stare at a specific spot in the crowd, eyes fixed, and only then does she smile. "No. I am" she then speaks towards Heliotropes.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask dips a curtsy to her dance partner, then floats alongside Sage as they make their way back toward the couches, where she promptly takes a drink from the tray of a passing servant with one graceful hand. She snags another for him as well, before settling into a seat once more. She hands him one of the glasses, and lifts hers to his. "It was a lovely dance, my lord," she murmurs.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask accepts the glass from Jasmine with a grateful look. "Thank you, milady. You're a spectacular dancer." He takes a tentative sip, not entirely certain what wine it was yet. "And conversation partner."

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask dances close and intimate with the Warrior's Plume, the type of dance that comes from a long familiarity now. Except for the moment she stops, rather suddenly, her eyes catching sight of something in the crowd. Her lips part on a word, and then she's drawing away from her escort, reaching to gather her skirts just enough for her to start through the crowd, moving with fixed and focused swiftness towards one of the many doors of the estate. It is rather sudden, as exits go.

Someone wearing the Oleander of Lenosia mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing Aconite mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers asks the man with the warrior's plume as he moves towards the exit, "did she find her? Did she see? Please tell me she saw her?"

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask looks over towards Thousand and the Plume. "Saw who? Why did she dart out so swiftly?"

Someone wearing a black mask adorned with rubicund cut warrior's plume looks aside and back to the frosted and ebony flowers. "Just...hold on," he moves quickly away, bowing his head as he seeks to follow the Oleander.

Someone wearing Cowberry domino mask briefly looks at some of the commotion while tucking a flask back into his jacket.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask before departing.

Someone wearing Bold Flytrap Mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing a mask of a thousand frosted and ebony flowers clears her throat, nodding towards warrior's plume with a smile. Sure, she is composed. "I thought I saw someone is all, perhaps I have had too much wine and all the excitement of the evening has gotten to my head."

Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask has left the Ballroom Floor.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask has left the Inviting Couches.

2 Tessere trained guards leaves, following Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask leaves, following Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms.

Someone wearing Aconite mask, Someone wearing a mask of tender sweet pea blossoms leave, following Someone wearing Oak Leaf mask.

2 Tessere trained guards arrives, following Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask.

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask has joined the Inviting Couches.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask is overheard praising Velenosa: House Velenosa truly knows how to throw a party.

Someone wearing White Jasmine Mask is overheard praising Selene: She makes the most splendid gowns!

Someone wearing a sage of the diviners mask is overheard praising Velenosa.

Someone wearing a silken demi-mask of blackthorn has left the Decadent Couch.

Someone wearing a dramatic blushing dahlia mask has left the the winter vixen table.

Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask has left the the winter vixen table.

Lilybelle - The Claw of Arx leaves, following Someone wearing a yellow silk dandelion mask.