Salt - A Sassy Warhorse arrives, following Pepper.

Nallah, a buff-looking tortie cat with green eyes, Sirra, a very quiet maid, an indeterminate number of cats, 3 House Mazetti Guardians arrive, following Alessia.

Aida, an old woman arrives, following Christine.

Landroval, the Eagle, Christine arrive, following Graham.

Alessia, Graham arrive, following Valencia.

Brother Chester, Fidget arrive, following Jeffeth.

1 Silvershields, Jeffeth arrive, following Yasmine.

Arik has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Salt - A Sassy Warhorse arrives, following Pepper.

Lucien, a bright-eyed pine marten arrives, delivering a message to Nina before departing.

"Welcome, Thank you for coming to the first annual, "Great Northern Iceskating Championship" Tarik smiles, "My love, Rowenova and I will be hosting this competition to show you the joy of the winter season. Tarik pulls out a sheet of paper and begins to read from it, "There will be three competions. The first one will be a race to see who is the fastest among you. The second competition will be for be for two people to see who is most graceful, and finally there will be a freestyle competition.

Tarik says. "The winner of each competition will get a trophy and everyone that has come to event will receive a small gift to remember this competition in the warmer month." Tarik begins to fold up the paper and put it away, "Oh, there are spare skates for anyone who needs them, and Goodwoman Nina will be our Bard tonight.

Christine Looks around at all the people. "Fair amount of entrants should be entertaining." to Graham

Ryhalt smiles as Tarik welcomes them and moves over to the spare skates. After looking over the selection, he picks a pair for himself.

Eirene eyes the instructions and the skates. "Nobody wants to see me fall on my ass," she says gruffly. Tarrik and Nova are given nods, as is Nina. She's seen alot of them lately.

Nina has joined the by the white lily garden.

Arik loiters with his hands clasped behind his back within sight of the pond frozen over but doesn't seem to be making any moves towards the skates himself.

With writing supplies before her on a card table, Rowenova looks up from her beige papers which are neatly arrayed across the flat surface then lifts up a hawk feather quill wave. She nods up to Tarik, then merrily chimes to those who have shown up. "Thank you all for joining us here!"

"Are these AXES FOR YOUR FEET?!" Kritr asks, suddenly excited about this activity.

Nina, who at events brings a backup band with her from the Bard's College, has set up a little station over by the white lillies. She is surrounded by a few other bards with flutes and strings, and their accompaniment may evolve as the program progresses. Of course, she is therefore not here to skate. As people file in, she is providing some light background music, in the form of a string quartet.

Ayallah, a physician's assistant arrives, following Rukhnis.

"I can imagine you're going to want to do the race," Yasmien surmises toward Jeffeth as they filter in, just barely in time to hear the introductory instructions given. "Lord Kritr, they're ... BLADES for your feet, so you can scate on them," she calls toward Kritr helpfully, then turns toward the Grandmaster. "What do you want to do?"

Valencia smiles as the events agenda is explained, the little vixen smiling fondly as everyone gathers to have a fantastic time. A little look to the thick ice upon the Hart's picturesque pond finds it ready to receive, more than ample size for such frivolities, the snow has been cleared to allow for the contests of all kinds. Stepping back, she smiles but quickly declining to compete. "I am a creater of the south. I do not know how to skate, " she laughs. "But I will cheer," she neds with understanding to Eirene's hesitation.

Following Valencia into the gardens, Alessia pauses for a moment as Tarik speaks. She seems to hesitate before making a final decision, heading over to the loaner skates, perusing for her size.

Rukhnis hauls herself into the garden at a painful hobble, and only manages this much on account of having her assistant Ayallah to lean most of her weight against. She doesn't look at all as if she ought to be here, or really as if she ought to be anywhere at all other than in bed. The left side of her face is covered liberally in mottled bruising that is just starting to fade from purple and black into deep greens limned in sickly yellow, and there's something about the set of her mouth and the look in her eyes that's suggestive of pain and fatigue. But never mind that! She's clearly here to support her fellow ducal servant Rowenova, whatever the cost! Or at least, that's probably it, because she's definitely not about to be doing any skating herself.

"Not the easiest way to cut a hole in the ice." Kritr says thoughtfully. "Should have worn shoes with harder soles."

Graham makes his way from the inside of the Hart along with a few others. He looks to the woman at his side and nods a real smile coming to his face at her words "It should be quite interesting, i've never seen a competition quite like this I admit. So while we awai, what are your favorite kinds of books?" the Count asks Christine.

Connal, a Northern Wolfhound arrives, following Rosalind.


Pepper gives nods in greeting as she makes her way over to sit with Eirene. "I've not seen you in forever," She smiles warmly and then takes a seat. There are a pair of skates slung over her shoulder, but those that know the book worm know she would likely still be debating about joining. "This event has already been made worth it, nice to see you Eirene,"

Eirene brightens as she spies Pepper. "Hey! It's been forever indeed." She eyes the skates and then frozen pond. She'll beleive her niece is skating when she sees it.

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

The massive hulking man strides alongside Yasmine at a leisurely pace. His hands rest on the little feet of the tiny girl who sits astride his massive shoulders with her little hands gripping the side of the big man's face to make sure she doesn't go off on a perilous fall. The big man purses his lips, "Well with a little practice, I don't think it's so tough. I could probably race." A beat as Jeffeth looks down at Yasmine, "But I imagine you want to do the dancey one, mm?" The big man grunts quietly as he rolls his shoulders in a thoughtful shrug which produces some bouncing and a little giggling from the tiny one astride him. "Mmmm..." Another long thoughtful murmur with another bounce of his massive shoulders for more giggles. "Why don't we try both? I can race and if I don't break my head open we can try the next one together as well, yes?" Jeffeth smiles brightly before reaching up to seize Yelana by the waist, gingerly lifting her up and over his shoulders to hand her off to Yasmine. "Cheer for me, okay?"

When Rukhnis shows up, Nova smiles brightly! She quickly beckons with her hawkfeather quill toward the small table where she has writing supplies before gently dropping the hawkfeather quill into the glass well of blue ink. Then, getting up, Nova merrily notes, "Thank you for showing up, Physician Rukhnis!" Quickly now, Nova pulls out one wooden chair from the writing table for her. "Also!" She speaks up with Northern projection, so everyone here can know that Rukhnis has helped out: "Thank you for helping us with filling out all those craft orders for the participation prizes!"

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

Kritr needs help figuring out how to put on ice skates. He's enthusiastic about the idea of them, but when he sees spomeone finally take the chance to glide along the ice he just stares. "That is... " He shakes his head. "Nope. Nope. I'm going to fall straight down on my head. And I was told, in no uncertain terms, I have to wear a helmet if I am going to get hit in the head any more times."

Rosalind comes running into the Hart, well--kinda. She had to go and eat and things. Her red hair is tied back because you never know, she might skate. Rosa's large hazel green eyes take in all the people gathered and the friendly northerner waves and smiles,"Hi!"

Tiny hands are brought together in exuberant applause as Jeffeth lifts Yelena from his shoulders and deposits her into the arms of Yasmine, who squeezes the well-bundled toddler in against her chest with a vibrant laugh. "That sounds like a reasonable plan," she voices in agreement, swaying on her feet to gently bump his arm with a shoulder in warm exchange. "Be careful, alright? Yelena and I will both be cheering for you over there, where it's warm." She points out the bonfire, then turns to survey various faces in the gathering crowds. Almost immediately, she spots Rowenova. "Rowenova!" she calls, bringing her hand high in exuberant wave toward the scout before the plight of Kritr draws her attention. "Mi'lord, are you going to even make it to skate?"

Yasmine has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Despite the gathering crowd Rukhnis can hardly miss Rowenova's look her way, the other woman's smile being fixed upon her like some brilliant beacon. The physician manages to look mildly bemused by it as well by the implied invitation to come sit at her table, even if she /did/ come here to support the wolfy scout's event. But she nevertheless makes her way over in that direction -- with considerable assistance from Ayallah -- before sinking down into the chair with very heavy awkwardness and a wince, as well as a grateful nod to Nova. Although she looks awkward all over again when her helping is very audibly pointed out.

"The first event is the speed race. I used to be really good at this when I was younger, but it was only because I was trying to get away from being spanked by mother. Never forget to put down the traps the night before in a Northern Household." Tarik lets out a deep laugh. "All right, everyone who wants to enjoy the speed race, please get on the ice." Tarik turns to Valencia, "Also before I forget, please everyone give Princess Valencia, a round of applause for opening her Hart to us for this event."

Arik seems to have accosted a commoner in the crowd, given him a pouch of silver, is talking to the man while watching the festives. There's some nodding in Tarik and Rowenova's direction as the man appears to be scribbling something down.

"You know I was very glad to do it," Rukhnis murmurs sincerely to Nova much more quietly in response, and then looks around for Sir Floppington.

Jeffeth has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Removing her coat, braving the bitter cold, Alessia leaves her belongings with her retainers. She dons her skates just before getting onto the frozen pond, ensuring the fastenings are secure.

Alessia has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Ryhalt has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Tempest, Atila, Vegard, Saga, Geralt arrive, following Signe.

With a grin, Ryhalt heads over to the pond. He sits near the edge to put on his skates before stepping onto the ice.

3 Grimhall House Guards arrives, following Katya.

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

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


When for the call of applause is made. Pepper does indeed applaud. For events like these even she can see how lifts moral and bring the compact together. She looks to Eirene. "My current husband, made me promise, each month I am away from him, I must try something new. I am debating if just showing up to the event would count, or if I need to strap these death traps to my feet and make a fool of myself."

At Yasmine's prodding, Kritr does indeed finish lacing the blade onto the bottom of his shoes. "I'm going to freezing well try." He says with renewed determination. "Can't be harder than ice -CLIMBING-."

Great Northern Iceskating you say? Signe had to see this! And so she had drug Geralt with her to the hart, to check out the fun that was bound to ensue from it.

Eirene folds her arms over her chest. "I can't heal a bruised ass or ego, Peps." She sniggers as she motions to the pond, "But go ahead. I'll laugh when you fall, but you know I still love you." She glances at the sky overhead. "I won't be here long anyhow, I'm going to Harald's memorial. I miss that grump old shit."

Graham does put his hands together for the owner of the Hart glad for the turn out, or well any time there is a group of people here. He glances about though and will seek out another drink.. something strong again. Not his usual way of acting but he's trying at least.

Geralt trundles along, entering with the Nightgold woman, curious as to what just was going to come from all this. If nothing else, he'd heard they have a decent selection of booze, so he'll happiy drink to that.

With the needs of her precious cargo seen to by a dilligent nanny, Yasmine rearranges herself into a comfortable seat near the roaring bonfire. Smoothing out layers of furs and other warming ensemble, she is given a fire-warmed flask and mug of tea to prepare a festive drink for herself from a dutiful attendant at her side. "Best of luck, Duke Ryhalt!" she cheers, bringing her hands together in light applause for all the contestants. Kritr's restrengthened resolve to participate is met with a bubbly laugh of encouragement, lifting her mug in salute to the Northern lord. "Make me proud, my lord! Give it your best effort and I'll have a warm drink ready!" Hrules

Once Rukhnis has settled into the chair, Nova easily lifts it with no problem before seatuating it half at and half under the table with Rukhnis in it, and making sure not to have dumped her out of it, either. Then, she waves back to Yasmine and Yelena! Sir Floppington is right there under their writing table, getting up and moving closer to the battered physician. Nova points out the hawk quill, "If you feel like it, you can help judge the duet competition and the freestyle one, too." There is plenty paper of the beige variety. After, Nova prowls closer to Tarik after a snowy messenger shows up, and deftly slips a sneak item into his nearest pocket.

Large gatherings are something that she's been a very infrequent attendant of, but something about the idea of iceskating has drawn Katya out to see what all of it was really about. She makes her way out to the gardens, her hands tucked slightly behind her back as she looks around to see if she can't spot any familiar faces.

Kritr has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Rosalind grins over at Krit,"You're trying that?!"shock on her freckled face. "Good luck!" going to find a seat! She grabs a drink first, laughing. "Hi Nova!"passing her friend as she rushes by.

Jeffeth checked composure + athletics at difficulty 25, rolling 23 higher.

It's not necessary for Nina to accompany the race, so she allows her band a small break to grab refreshments and to watch the show. She turns in her seat herself, looking over with great interest at those that are preparing to race. In a moment, she paces out, so that she can properly meet a few people before her actual work here begins.

Rowenova drops an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Clink clink. With the skates finally strapped on the big man goes to take to the ice. Carefully sliding along the ice, the big man is clearly not native to the ice. One foot slips out from under him, however with sheer speed rather than technique he is able to quickly get his footing back under him and stable without ever really looking like he was about to FALL. Folding his massive arms over his chest Jeffeth does his best to look relaxed. Even if there is some uncomfortable shifting as he glides about slowly, waiting.

Rowenova gets an adorable wooden bunny chest.

"Clearlake never freezes." Kritr explains as he makes his way over to the pond's edge with care. He walks like a herniated stork. "So I've never done this before. Feels a little like wearing crampons though. I have done that."

Rosalind ask Krit, with a look of complete innocence on her face,"Is that what a toothwaddle looks like too?"

Tarik peers down out a scorecard and begins to take notes. "All right, those of you competing in the first race. Tarik raises his right hand, "Ready, set, go!"

Arik claps from the bonfire as Tarik announces to go!

Graham stays to the side, though at a good vantage point of the skating going on, all the while taking several drinks from his glass as he glances around to those here also trying to see if he knows any of those gathered here well.

Kritr says, "YES DAMMIT!" Kritr roars back at Rosalind, keeping his eyes front where he can see where he steps. "Except with more ass grabbing. What? Go? WHERE?!!" His delicate stepping turns into a tip-toed sprint."

Kritr checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 65 higher.

Nova chimes back, "Hi, Lady Rosa!" Then, she zooms away to the far end of the ice pond (running beside it to keep watch on who might finish first)!

Kritr checked stamina + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 62 higher.

Ryhalt checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 1 higher.

Rukhnis makes a stifled noise of startlement as she finds her whole chair picked up and re-positioned, but by the time she can even consider protesting it's all over with. She looks somewhat more reassured to find the familiar, faithful Flop under the table next to her, and she reaches out one hand to rub the old hound behind the ears while listening to Nova. Glancing down at the indicated quill she agrees, "Oh, er, yes," with Nova about the judging, while at the same time clearly thinking this a terrible idea. But she picks up the quill anyway, as if simply by holding it the implement were somehow going to impart the knowledge to prepare her for judging something she's possibly never even seen done before.

"Looks like people are getting ready to compete, let's get some whiskey and food and watch!" Signe says loudly, and brightly, a wide grin splitting her lips. Glancing around at the large gathering at the Ice Skating competition has attracted spying Rowenova, she raises her arm and waves it in the woman's direction. "NOVA!" Oh and there is Kritr, "Good luck Lord Kritr, hope you wore some extra cushioning!" Heading from the food and drinks with Geralt. Her direwolf and husky following along.

Ryhalt checked stamina + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 8 lower.


Pepper laughs. "It seems Auntie, you are in agreement. All bruises can heal in time, it's the loss of fingers I am more worried about. The blades are sharp on these things." She laughs, though, she is not the only one that it appears would be the first time skating. "I would love the opportunity to spend time with you in the near future then. There is much that I would like to catch up with you on."

Jeffeth checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 38 higher.

Jeffeth checked stamina + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 76 higher.

Eirene pats her niece on the shoulder before heading off. "Enjoy the skating, all." And with that, the darkly dressed Malvici physician is out.

Carissa, a Malvici bodyguard, Planchet the Lycene maggiordome leave, following Eirene.

"With such amazing hot springs, I would be terrified it suddenly did," Yasmine quips towards Kritr's back before he's off into the the competition. Setting aside her drink, she points a hand toward Jeffeth to bring her daughter's attention upon him. Immediately, small hands are brought together in happy applause with the dancer's aid. "Look! Look! There he is! He's off!" she laughs brightly. "Go, Sir Jeffeth! Go!"

Alessia checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 35 higher.

Alessia checked stamina + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 7 higher.

"Whiskey, is it? Aye, let's... And some sausage, too, if they have it," Geralt rumbles, eyes already looking over the banquet table. When he glances to the pond, he gives a shout! "THAT'S IT, LORD CLEARLAKE!" seeing the beefy Northern man get off to a rocketing start.

Slowly raising his hand over to Kritr, Jeffeth gives a sheepish smile. "Also. Me." The big man lets out in a quiet grunt. He is very new to this, as is shown when he wobbles dramatically once more before quickly recovering, eyes widening slightly. When Tarik is starting to call the beginning of the race, Jeffeth doesn't crouch down or get in a ready position or anything he just sort of stands there, trying not to wobble. But when the beginning is called Jeffeth starts /going/. He's not sure exactly where but he's gonna go there to be sure.

Hearing Yasmine cheering, he waves to her. When the race starts he sets off well enough, not falling or wobbling too badly as he's done this before. Maybe he hasn't had his coffee for the day or, more likely, he's just not conditioned as the others, so falls behind during the course. Still he grins because it's fun to try.

As Nova runs alongside the pond, doing so after that go signal was given, the wolf scout waves back to Signe before dashing faster in the snow toward where she can ultimately signal Tarik of who wins!

Carissa, a Malvici bodyguard, Planchet the Lycene maggiordome arrive, following Eirene.

Apparently Harald's memorial was moved, so Eirene returns looking grumpy. Not that it's any different, just worse than usual.

Once the race commences, Alessia sets off with determination, though it takes her a moment to fully get comfortable with the motion. She makes her way around the rink, though seems to be trailing behind two of the competitors. Nonetheless, she seems to be enjoying the activity, which currently acts as a source of warmth.

The return of a disgruntled Malvici does not go unnoticed. Green eyes brighten with faint mirth, hand rising to signal for Eirene with the lure of whiskey and a seat saved by the fire. "They're just getting their bearings in the first leg, my lady. I have an extra flask, here, if you want it?| Yasmine offers graciously.

At no point does Kritr grasp the concept of 'sliding' the skate on the ice. There are tiny ridges on the front end of the skate, they are ostensibly there for braking. Kritr uses them for grip, and, with toes pointed at the ice he sprints across it at top speed. Graceful. No. Arguably the fervor with which he chips the ice, he might actually think he's trying to go uphill. Turning is where things get tricky. He can't just lean his body over like someone who knew how to slide on their skate would do. He stomps thunderously with his outside foot, pushing his whole body away from the edge of the pond and riding dangerously close to the rocky edge.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

When Katya spots Alessia as one of those taking part in things she moves closer so that she can get a better view point, then she starts to applauds, "Go Lady Alessia!"

Rowenova drops an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Eirene has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Christine shrugs "I will read anything interesting, but I prefer old tomvs with information to yet decypher in them"

"MMmm... I'd say Lord Kritr doesn't know how to skate, but I can't really argue with results," Geralt opines, as he pours himself a drink, and snags something to eat, soon stuffing his face.

Graham looks from the race to the woman at his side nodding at the answer. "Excellent, so a bit of an adventurer? Or well at least learning about new yet undiscovered things. I can appreciate that. I often read about history, though military history is my favorite, and maps I enjoy looking over maps." He says to Christine.

Rukhnis continues to pet Sir Floppington's head as she watches the race with an interest dulled only by the weariness that seems to drag at her even while sitting down. The whole idea of strapping metal blades to one's feet and skidding around on ice for fun seems to strike the Eurusi woman as a very exotic and intriguing one, and she hardly notices when Ayallah drapes around her shoulders a nondescript wool blanket that looks like standard issue for the Commons Clinic.

"Okay, every contestant had amazing form and grace for this event, especially seeing that some of you are first time skaters." Tarik looks over at Rowenova to see who won. "Sir Jeffeth came in first, followed very closely by Lord Kritr." Tarik hands the first trophy to Jeffeth. "Please depart the pond if you are not doing the second event. The second requires you to be partnered with someone."

Kritr has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Ryhalt has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Nina finishes up her drink and returns to the little stand she has set up for herself, as it's time for the musical portion of the event. She makes sure the band that is working with her has all of their instruments properly tuned. "We'll be playing accompanyment suitable for ice dancing, but please do not hesitate to make requests of the band for your program!"

Yasmine is overheard praising Jeffeth: Is there anything the Grandmaster doesn't do admirably in athletic competitions?

Winded, Ryhalt laughs as he finishes up the race. But he claps for the winners when they are announced. Ready for a break, he takes off his skates and heads over to the food to help himself to one of the skewers.

Yasmine is overheard praising Kritr: Once again, I'm impressed beyond words. It's as though the fiery passion of the North lives within him!

Yasmine has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Nova jumps up a few times with excited vigor after the race finish. "Good job!" Then, "Couples Skating! Who will duet to the music put on by our lovely bard: Goodwoman Nina Autumndale?"

Yasmine has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Kritr stops to get his breath when the race is over, he falls over on the edge of the pond and collapses. "Straight. Wind sprints." He says, heaving for breath. "Why does anyone do this instead of just walk?"

A fast paced race between two awkward first time skaters is a sight to behold. Jeffeth gets rather good at building a top notch speed and while he is good at slow round turns he has not invested any time in teaching himself how to slow or stop. So when the race is over and he is announced as the winner he just flies by, eventually being stopped by just soaring off the pond into the snow. Falling and rolling before quickly bouncing back up to his skate-feet and tottering sheepishly back to reclaim his prize as well as join Yasmine on the pond.

Nova walks over and offers down a helping hand to the Clearlake lord on the ground below. "I think you are supposed to glide, but you did well considering what you were doing there." She cheerfully giggles.

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

Tempest, Atila, Vegard, Saga, Geralt leave, following Signe.

As the second leg of the iceskating contest is announced, Yasmine quickly rises from her seat, leaving layers of furs behind before she moves to don a pair of skates herself. "What ever the two of you were doing, it worked," she compliments Kritr and Jeffeth both when she approaches the edge of the pond with tentative steps, arms partially lifted at her sides to maintain her balance in the transition from snowy terrain to smooth ice. "So, ah, promise there'll be no dropping me? I do want to participate in the freestyle event too," she tells the Grandmaster.

Alessia has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Kritr avails himself of Nova's hand up to a sitting position, where he takes off the skates. "Of course, it's useless if there is more than a light dusting of snow. Are we sure that these aren't just feet axes that someone put to a different use?"

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

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise, Sabella arrive, following Niklas.


At the exit of her Aunt, Pepper gets up to grab herself some of the grand food. "Bravo Kritr!" She raises her plate in congrats, because he at least made the effort. She wanders back towards where she was before. Seeing her Aunt had returned, she brought with her an extra plate in attempts to bribe the grumpiness away.

Once she reaches the end, coming in third place, Alessia applauds the winner with a beaming smile. Then she heads off to wrap herself in her coat once more, before her eyes fall on Katya. "Lady Grimhall, it's so lovely to see you. It's been far too long."

Jeffeth smiles brightly as he slides gracelessly to Yamine, hands swinging onto her hips as if about to throw her down on the ice. No one gets thrown, he just wobbles a bit. Jeffeth shrugs those massive shoulders of his, "I'm afraid that's a promise I can't make." The massive knight rumbles with a soft smile. "But uh. I'll do my best to drop you on the snow, if I do."

"Don't be shy people." Tarik smirks. "We are not going to spread rumors about you if you skate with someone." Tarik laughs. "Well, it depends on how you skate with someone."

Nova lets out a little laugh. "My Lord, I am sure that you could use them as such weapons, but they probably need to be sharpened up!" She dashes away to the bunny chest (yes, a bunny chest) and picks out a few pins she ferries out to those who just raced.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Aida, an old woman have been dismissed.

Katya applauds for the winners, and everyone else before she moves towards Alessia, "Lady Mazetti." She replies with a nod, her hands dropping once more, "It has, I'm afraid I've closeted myself up and kept busy with things too much recently."

Yasmine laughs brightly at Jeffeth, her stance widening to steady both herself and him when his hands swing onto her hips. "Easy there. One wrong move and we'll both go tumbling down!" she quips, turning her head to scan over the rest of the pond. "Does this mean we're the only participants?"

Eirene's met by a Malvici runner and nods, briskly leaving. "Some moron put a rock in a snowball and thought it would be funny," she says aloud, repeating the message. "Fucker's gonna regret this..." And off she goes.

When it becomes evident that the judged events are about to begin, Rukhnis looks suddenly much more serious, which is quite a feat, considering intensely serious is how she always looks to begin with. She stares out at the ice with a fixed intentness of attention, quill slightly raised above parchment like a talisman that will allow her to divine the arcane niceties of ice skating performances.

12 House Velenosa Guards, Ibasia, the Velenosa Lady-in-Waiting, Ellani, the palm sized spider arrive, following Jaenelle.

Eirene has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Carissa, a Malvici bodyguard, Planchet the Lycene maggiordome leave, following Eirene.

Sabella comes sweeping in, definitely not running, pulling Niklas behind her, "I told you we were late!" She says breathlessly, cheeks red from the rushing and the cold. She still smiles brightly about, "Did we miss anything yet?!"

Nova traffic signals Niklas and Sabella to the loaner skates and the ice pond. "Just in time for duet skating!" She gets her own skates strapped on because there may be someone who wants to skate but has no partner to do so.

Kritr is about to take his skates off. He has regained his breath and is willing to give it another go. "Mistress Champagne? I did the first one at your urging, are you planning on leaving me out here alone for the second?" He calls back over his shoulder.

Valencia seems to return to the festivities and smiles to see so many faces she knows. Someone approaches with skates and she looks confused but nods. "Am I to be partnered? Whatt did I miss?" she asks looking about with a little blink. "We are not to be foot fighting with these are we?" she teases looking down at her newly bladed feet.

Arik lingers near the bonfire with his hands behind his back watching the spectacle unfold and giving Rowenova some suspiciously squinty eyes.

Niklas follows Sabella in, eyes narrowed at her, "You know, laughing uproriously when someone asks if I am a trained swordsman is rather rude!" Then someone's pointing him toward skates and he's sitting and putting them on and not entirely certain why. "What's happening? Why am I putting these one? What are they? Blade-shoes? Is this a thing now?"

Rowenova has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Sabella has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Niklas has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Valencia has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

"We are preparing for the second event." Tarik peers down at the pond. "Please join the winter-kissed pond to begin the next contestant. OOC Join #6. Let me know who you partner is via page.

"But I've already partnered with Grandmaster Bayweather here," Yasmine calls back toward Kritr with a wave at her partner, Jeffeth, from where they stand at the pond's edge.

"Understandable." Alessia says with a chuckle. "Winter isn't very inviting." She shakes her head. "But you're out now." She nods to the pond. "You're not planning to skate?"

Ryhalt has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Nova finishes strapping on the ice skates then calls over to Kritr, "Let's go. Just remember: when people dance with me. I am the man." Whatever that means.

Nina readies the band. Most of the skating songs are flute-forward, so a few of them are getting out flutes and other wind instruments, though Nina herself prefers strings. She taps her bow on the edge of her music stand to start timekeeping for the songs.

The sound of a small army of guards is the first indication that Jaenelle has arrived, the guards fanning out throughout the Hart so not to interrupt the actual event occuring. The Archduchess appears to be looking for someone specifically, two pieces of parchment swinging from her hand, before she locates Arik. She is quite amused if her expression is to be believed, but who really knows, and she moves towards the fire. Without sitting or speaking, the paper is dropped into the flames, quickly and easily disappearing.

Jaenelle has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Nova calls out to Arik and Eirene, "Are you both joining, too?"

Sabella beams at Rowenova and sits down to put her skates on, laughing once again at Niklas, "You can't blame me for laughing at something that was incredibly hilarious," she protests, even as she ties up her skates, "And I think we're about to fall all over the place to entertain the masses."

Arik begins coughing quietly from the sidelines, one hand coming up to cover his mouth. Then guards are sweeping the room and Jaenelle is approaching him while he is still coughing.

Graham looks up to the pond once more not expecting to see the host to be taking on the skates. He smiles and claps politely for everyone who will be skating also takes another drink while he waits.

Nova calls out to Arik and Jaenelle: "Are you two duet iceskating, too?"

A shy smile finds her lips as she waits upon the ice, hands held out just a little to keep her balance. "I do not think I have done this before. Well, first time for everything," she smiles to the others on the ice. "Do I need a partner?"

"Wait. We're supposed to dance?" Kritr asks as he stands up and holds out a hand to Nova. "Sliding is... unpreferable." He often stops his slide by dragging a pointed toe.

"I am out now." Katya agrees with a faintly amused smile until asked about if she's going to skate. Then she glances towards the pond before shaking her head with a laugh, "No. I wouldn't have any idea how to to actually skate, and I'm not sure breaking my arm or head is a good look. But you did wonderfully."

Fortified by food, Ryhalt changes his mind and puts his skates back on. It might be a bad idea to do this so soon after eating, but who can tell? Grinning, he holds his hand out to Valencia as he steps onto the ice, inviting her along. "Seems so, would you do me the honor of being my partner today, Princess Valencia?"

Arik still coughing a bit he hollers back, "No no, you skate for Halfshav." then he's finally cleared his throat and looks aside to Jaenelle.

Kritr checked charm at difficulty 30, rolling 23 lower.

Kritr checked dexterity at difficulty 38, rolling 20 lower.

Rowenova checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 26 lower.

Rowenova checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 17 higher.

Jaenelle looks surprised when Rowenova calls out, eyes shifting from the woman to Arik who is coughing. She waits patiently to see if a lung falls out, but when he speaks he clearly isnt dying. "Are you sure?" she then asks him, expression calm.

"All right." Tarik starts to walk around the room. "You will keep skating until Goodwoman Nina stops playing, and I will add up the scores and announce the winner." Tarik smiles. "Begin, and try not to hurt yourselves.

"It's not hilarious if it's mean," sulks Niklas, finishing with his laces. When he looks up and sees people iceskating he says, "What the fuck is that?" He looks down at his skates, then back up at the skaters. "Oh no, no. No."

As more parterned contestants make their way out onto the ice, a look of relief flits across Yasmine's features briefly. Her gaze is turned up toward Jeffeth, reviewing their plan of attack in the few spare moments they have before the commencement of the competition.

Yasmine checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 14 higher.

Aisha wanders in, looking around for familiar faces. The Setarco noble is extremely out of place in such a cold setting but but she doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she seems rather delighted about the whole thing - and immediately looks for something to drink.

Yasmine checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 13 higher.

"I should be very honoured to accompany you," Valencia beams with delight as Ryhalt appears and gallantly offers his hand. She takes it gladly and draws a deep breath, whispering aside, "I hope I do not shame you, sir. I have not done this before. My dancing us usually unbladed and not on slippery ice," she grins playfully as she moves carefully a little closer.

Jeffeth checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 0 higher.

Valencia checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 1 higher.

Ryhalt checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 14 lower.

Niklas checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 58 higher.

Sabella checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 35 higher.

Nina picks up her bow string, and begins, playing a delicate icy piece that would be suitable for any sort of dancing. Of course... some are quite better at showmanship on the ice than others. She doesn't miss a beat in the performance, even if the skaters do. It's not her job after all to change the music for them.

Valencia checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 28 higher.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 5 higher.

Ryhalt checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 5 higher.

Sabella checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 14 higher.

Niklas checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 46 higher.

Nova takes that hand offered her way by Kritr then calls out to Arik, "Okay!" Well, she gave him his chance. She and Kritr are a huge disaster as far as graceful skating goes. Together, they are not it. At least she does not stomp on his feet and axe him like they have been considering, but there are those hilarious moments where they almost drag one another to the ground trying to do whatever it is that this is. Definitely not pretty.

Jeffeth checked strength + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 56 higher.

Ryhalt checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 7 lower.

If any of Kritr's ancestors had so much as looked at an iceskate before this, he would have shamed them with his performance. He falls three times before the music starts, once doing what can only be described as 'landing on a fence post' splits, where he's held upright for the sole reason of his legs not extending any further in that direction. If slowly crabwalking in a circle while trying to bring your feet back under you is graceful... no. It's not graceful. It looks like Kritr is riding the smallest donkey that every existed and it just wants to turn in circles.

"Come on! It's just like dancing only on a surface that is extremely slippery and really hurts to fall on! So don't fall," Sabella grins at Niklas, pulling him to his feet and then dragging him over towards the ice. It takes her a few seconds to really get acclimated, but then she twirls under his arm and smiles, "See? It actually makes you more graceful!"

Aisha has joined the by the white lily garden.

Jaenelle is overheard praising Rowenova.

Being from the south and having only spent a short time in the north means Valencia is a little uncertain on the ice, but she is game to try. A little impish smile finds her lips as she meets Ryhalt's eyes with an apologetic wince. "I am so sorry, I am not very good on the ice," she grins again. "But let us give best, yes?" she encourages .

Aisha moves to sit down as she watches everything going on, her silver eyes taking it all in. The woman looks a bit frail and otherworldly, and is she is of small, delicate stature. She looks over to Nina. "Good day," she says.

As they begin, Jeffeth easily lifts Yasmine up into the air as they slide forward on the ice and then... and then....

Yasmine is lifted overhead as Jeffeth slowly slides towards the center of the pond. And he just kind of is there. Holding Yasmine up in the sky. Jeffeth tries to turn or to dance a little more, but this was a bit more complicated than he expected, holding someone while navigating these skates he is so new at.

Jeffeth frowns up at Yasmine as he holds her aloft, looking back down at his feet as if they should be moving on their own. Then back up to Yasmine. He grimaces lightly, still just.. holding her there. There she is. Up in the sky. This is a move. Just probably not one that should be the whole competition.

Niklas follows her out, all trepidation, then as soon as he gets the ice it turns out he's AMAZING! Oh, look at him GLIDE! He's like an ICE ANGEL! Was he just FAKING? "Hah! I used to ice skate all the time in the Islands. You just had to go a bit north." He does a complicated spinning thing with like his legs out or something? It's all quite impressive.

Eventually Kritr stops spinning when he is facing Rowenova again, but with his legs splayed out as such, she is much taller than him. "Okay." He agrees. "You lead."

Rukhnis eases forward gingerly in her seat at Nova's writing table, her brow lifting a little as it becomes clear that this contest really is something like a dancing competition, except performed in very strange footgear in an equally unusual setting. She looks a little more thoughtful, and also significantly more regretful as well, but she watches with a very keen interest that no longer seems to have solely to do with judging people. Which may be for the best, particularly in the case of Kritr and Nova.

Ryhalt grins as Valencia accepts his invitation. "Worry not, worst can happen is we trip over each other and land in a heap. Just try to have fun." His is definitely not the most artistic dance, which between him assisting Valencia from falling over and making simple arcs across the ice, they are certainly no threat to the other performers here.

"Thank you." Alessia smiles, watching the dancing on ice. "I'd been getting a few practices in during the winter for the past few years. I'm no expert, of course." She waves a hand.

Nina is playing music at the moment, so she cannot chit-chat immediately, but she does look at Aisha as she comes over to sit, and nods to her. In a moment, after the dance is done, she'll lower her bow as she wonders who the judges have favored in this competition. "You have just come to watch the show?" she asks Aisha during the pause.

"I have the utmost confidence that you'll not throw me or make me fall," Yasmine promises to Jeffeth as she leans back, pushing off to begin a leisurely pace around the pond with her hands guiding him along. As Nina blesses them with a beautiful piece, she finds herself OFF THE ICE and in THE AIR. THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN. But she does her best to be the most elegant of unexpectedly lifted dance partners, bowing her back foward with arms extended as she flies through the air. "Please don't drop me! Please don't drop me!" she squeals with a laugh, turning herself down with hopes to encourage him to put her back on solid ice where her feet BELONG.

Thank the Gods that armor exists! Nova finds herself falling to to the ice a couple times. She eventually rises as if these were the sands and htis were a fight for a pay raise. "Alright." says she with much resolve in her voice, before trying to help Krit put a hand on her shoulder then take his other hand but then trying to figure out how to skate in any direction is... not working. They just stand there for just a moment before Nova attempts to use force of not only will but body to push to the left only to end up tripping them both!

"You had me fooled." Katya points out with an easy smile as she looks towards the pond again, watching the others move around on the ice for a moment. Then she glances towards Alessia again, "How's things going for you? Family doing well?"

Aisha waits until Nina is done playing music to continue the conversation, seeming happy to just listen to the music for the time being and watch everyone. When there is a pause, she turns to Nina and nods softly. "Yes, I was curious about what people do in the snow. Much less the on the ice. It looks brilliant."

They may be no threat, but the little vixen is having fun judging by the bright smile and the giggles that slip from her lips as she attempts to keep upright at Ryhalt's side. "You are so much better than I! May we go faster now?" she encourages, her dark eyes to the ice and her unsteady small feet as they are to her gallant partner. "Oop! Look out!" she cries out with a grin as she narrowly misses another pair of dancers. "Apologies!" she calls back over her shoulder as Ryhalt and she slip by so far unscathed.

"Well you see.. I feel a little unsteady now." Jeffeth rumbles lowly, looking down at his feet. "I feel like if I shift I might take a tumble." The big man admits up to her. "But uh.. Don't worry, I can keep you up there like that just fine." A beat. "For a while." And so Jeffeth is standing there holding Yasmine over him in the middle of the pond.

"Perhaps someone can push my back so we can get off."

Sabella does seem very impressed with her partner, mostly getting pulled along with him but in a way that sweeps her skirts around gracefully, golden curls bobby around her shoulders. She beams and spins and skates alongside Niklas like she's from the North rather than the Crownlands, "Did you really? I didn't know if got cold enough for that there, you always just talk about the rain."

Pepper gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Ryhalt grins as he watches Valencia as they maneuver across the ice. "Sure." He nudges along a little faster, pulling her along, though ends up laughing as it causes a near disaster and he slows them down again. "Maybe was too fast there."

Tarik walks around the outer pond, scoring people and taking notes on how many times people fell and who was the most graceful." Tarik offers encouraging words. "Everyone is doing an amazing job!" Tarik winces as Rowenova trips. "That is probably going to hurt." Tarik walks back to the front and smiles. "Well, that was a very interesting and wonderful compettion. The first time I tried to dance on ice skates I ended up with two broken arms, so you all did better than me." Tarik says, "The winner of this event is Prince Niklas and Princess Sabella! Tarik says. Please, give them a round of applause and get ready for the final event.

Kritr is gracelessly lifting himself up off the ice, falling was the most normal thing he's done so far.

"It gets pretty cold up north!" Niklas slows to a stop and looks around. "Are there prizes? I feel like we won. Oh! We won!" He waves to Tarik and then waves to everyone else, just in case they need to know where to send their general acclaim or throw their roses or what have you.

"Never! Fast is always fun, save for a few things that I can think of," the little vixen nods up and grins a little more. A bubble of giggles not far from slipping from her lips again. Her eyes widen as they continue on more by luck than anything. "Um, my lord, this is all well and good, but how does one stop?" she asks urgently as they head towards a rather large snowbank.

Valencia claims this

After the winners are announced, Nova lets out a hearty laugh and then says, "Shall we crawl our way to the edge of the pond?"

"Not like I have any dignity left to spare." Kritr grumbles.

"Suddenly falling doesn't seem like such a terrible alternative if it means being put down," Yasmine attempts to gently negotiate with Jeffeth as she's lift suspended in the air, struggling to contain some sense of severity to her tone rather than laugh. As the winners are announced, she brings her hands up in quick applause, albeit awkwardly executed, before she's back to clinging onto her partner.


"I've never seen ice dancing before. Maybe after the contest, I can sneak onto the ice and try to learn," Nina says. Then, without missing a beat, she picks up the band in another very graceful song. Perhaps more so than some of the dancers, at least.

Nova sage nods about the dignity aspect and uses the sharp tips of ice skates along with her gloved hands to crawl forth to the very edge of the ice pond before flopping over onto her back and looking up at the light snow, so glad that she is on something softer than the ice before.

Sabella flings her arms around Niklas and laughs, "We won? We won! Only because you're so good with your blades, my darling," she grins so big there has to be a joke in there somewhere, "Shall I write to Lord Ezra and let him know I was mistaken?"

Olivian's steps slow as he nears the edge of the frozen pond, eyes wide, "This is marvellous, isn't it? It's a pleasure to meet everyone - on and off the ice." He laughs lightly, continuing along the bank toward the bonfire and the refreshments table. "I lack that grace, unfortunately."

As the ice-dancing comes to a close, Rukhnis lets out a long breath and sags back in her chair with a quiet grunt. She looks deeply disappointed for whatever reason, though she thumps her left palm against the table in a sort of makeshift applause for the contestants, winners and all.

Ryhalt laughs at Valencia's statement and nods. "True." He laughs with her and helps guide her to a stop near the edge of the bank. It really is no surprise they aren't deemed winners, but he grins and claps for the winners. With a smile, he helps Valencia get to the edge of the ice and back to safe ground.

Olivian has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Ryhalt has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Sabella has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Niklas has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Rowenova has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

"You are very kind, my lord, for putting up with me. I promise you a bottle for your trouble and for my most awful showing," Valencia nods with appreciating to Ryhalt as he sees her safely away from the perilous snow bank and to the side. "That was a great deal of fun. Thank you for dancing with me. I hope the next time it will be on more even ground," she nod warmly as she exchanges blades for warm boots.

Valencia has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Valencia has joined the quiet clearing.

Valencia has left the quiet clearing.

Valencia has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Niklas has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Kritr finally takes off his skates when he reaches the edge of the ice. "Pretty sure I broke all of my toes." Kritr complains loudly. "Again."

Aisha stands up, smiling at Nina. "Good luck to you."

Aisha has left the by the white lily garden.

Sabella has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

As soon as they leave the rink Niklas starts falling all over himself, unable manage walking on the skates. Dropping to the ground he irritably pulls them off of his feet, then gets up barefoot and pulls Sabella over to the bonfire.

"Okay, everyone rejoin the pond.(OOC Join 6)" Tarik smiles. "Now for the freestyle event. This is more about your perfomance and your charm on the ice." Tarik smiles, "Yes, you still have to stay up, but since you are not racing or performing with someone else you should be able to stay up in the air.

Olivian has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Olivian has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Graham moves towards the edge of the frozen pond, and will smile applauding the winners he looks towards Valencia. "You are graceful as ever." He offers finishing off his second drink and setting it down to a passing server with his thanks. He moves to the side though waiting and watching.

Jeffeth has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Nova finally divests herself of the loaner skates which she pairs up. "Well, there is a medic at the table where I am heading." She gets up to go back to where Rukhnis is, settling down into an adjacent seat near her before then dropping off the loaner skates by the table leg.

"Well enough. A lot of babies in the house." Alessia says with a grin. "I ought to be heading off now." She says apologetically. "I'm sorry for the quick departure. But it was lovely seeing you. Hopefully we can catch up soon enough."

Kritr holds out his ice skates to whomever needs a pair. He's just grateful to limp away from the pool in one piece and no concussion.

Eventually Jeffeth is able to inch off the ice and get Yasmine onto the ground with a pant. Wishing her luck the big man goes to cheer her on with Yelana nearby the pond.

"Of course. Perhaps we can run into each other at a bar again sometime soon." Katya replies with a smile for Alessia, "It really was very nice to see you again."

Sabella gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Once he's had a chance to thaw, even if barely, Olivian saunters off in the direction of Kritr. Accepting the ice skates from him with a grin: "Why, thank you my lord!"

The little princess playfully screws up her nose, "My sweet Count, I was dreadful, but you are kind. If anyone should be applauded it should be my dear partner who kept my bottom from kissing the ice rather hard," Valencia acknowledges Ryhalt with a grin. "I think I need to warm up," she smiles and heads to the fire. "Would you care to join us, my lord?" she invites Ryhalt.

Graham has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Kritr says, "You'll do em better then me, for sure." Kritr says, eyeing the departing Olivian. "HEY!" He heads toward the physician with a limp that appears to originate at the hip. "I think I cracked my coccyx!""

Alessia gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

From the Table of Judging, Nova shouts out to Arik, "You said you were an expert at 'walking on thin ice'!" She gestures over toward the ice pond.

Rukhnis inclines her head towards Nova as the other woman comes back over to her table. She gives the scout a somewhat wry look as she says, "I am sure you still did a great deal better than I would have." Pursing her lips consideringly, she adds, "I think I will have to get some.. ice skates for myself, and try how it is done." Her eyes then shift over to Kritr, whom she eyes with a clinical air.

Lingering at the edge of the pond, Yasmine doesn't seem terribly comitted to a return upon it. "My seat by the fire is calling my name if no one else is keen to play this last competition," she supposes toward Jeffeth, blowing kisses to Yelena with a gentle flutter of her fingers. She turns her head to look over toward Kritr, egging him on, "Don't tell me you're too much of a frozen chicken to do the last, my lord? You've been doing SO WELL!"

Ryhalt inclines his head to Valencia. "You weren't so bad, truly. Still, I would appreciate a fine drink. Yes it was fun and definitely next time nto on ice!" He smiles and takes off his skates, too. "Yes, I am not planning on going in for the last event." So, he walks along with her towards the bonfire.

Ryhalt has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Jaenelle has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Jaenelle has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

He will shake his head nose scrunching a little. "I don't know, I doubt i'd have done any better." Graham says to Valencia migrating towards the warmth of the bon-fire "I can agree to non ice, dancing in the future yes." It's offered something he's at least a little more confident about.

Kritr gingerly sits down at Rukhnis' table anyway. "I don't even dance without ice skates." He regrets out loud.

Lacing up his skates, in no complete hurry, Olivian does pause now and again to see if he'll ever be able to balance. Nothing to be said about remaining upright. He brushes out his overcoat, straightens his sleeves, aaaaand -- he stays in place for now. Frozen. "I may have made a grave error in judgement."

After what Rukhnis says, Nova shakes her head as she leans back in her chair, reaching out to pet Sir Flop who has stuck with Rukhnis the whole time, even though his writer has been a bit lazy. He seems relieved the Northerners are not trying to kill each other on the ice anymore.

Tarik is about to announce the beginning of the last event until he sees Jeanelle come back on the pond. "Bravo to all our contestants. Who will win the final event? Will Princess Sabella win another trophy? Tarik says. "Keep performing to the music of Goodwoman Nina stops, and please try to be careful." Tarik raises his right hand, "Ready, set, go!"

Yasmine checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 3 lower.

Yasmine checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 33 higher.

Olivian checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 16 higher.

Jaenelle checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 11 higher.

Olivian checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 20 higher.

Rukhnis half-turns towards Kritr -- a reflexive shifting of weight that makes her wince again -- and tells him, "I am afraid that if you have cracked your tailbone there is not a great deal to be done about it, save to wait for it heal and keep off of it as much as possible. Indeed," she adds, an amused look in her eyes in spite of everything, "one of the best immediate treatments for it is to apply ice, which you have already done."

Valencia has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Jaenelle checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 31 higher.

Valencia is overheard praising Tarik: A wonderful and kind man and a delightful host.

Valencia is overheard praising Rowenova: A delightful friend and a spirited hostess! Bravo!

Graham has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Landroval, the Eagle leaves, following Graham.

Graham leaves, following Valencia.

Nina plays a slightly speedier number, light and heavy on the flute and winds, so she is more instructing the band. She occasionally keeps time with a little bell as the dances begin again. She isn't trying to make it challenging, of course. She is simply making it as elegant as possible and following the instructions she was given.

At the Table of Judging, Nova consults with Rukhnis then quietly tells Tarik.

Landroval, the Eagle arrives, following Graham.

Graham has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

3 Grimhall House Guards leaves, following Katya.

Kritr shrugs at Rukhnis' advice. "Can't win."

Rowenova says in Northlands shav, "I broke him."

Sabella laughs and shakes her head to Tarik, "I think once one has won one competition it is only fair to let others compete! There are so many people here that are as graceful on ice as they are on land!"

"Honestly, I do not think that there is anyone so charming as the Archduchess of the Lyceum skating on the same iced over pond as messere Champagne -- " Olivian drawls, pushing off on his skates in some attempt that isn't terrible. But, also not the best. Trying. Trying to keep up with the music through all its shifts and changes.

Jaenelle stands from her place by the fire, leaving those that have recently gathered to get a pair of skates and move towards the pond. Before she leaves, a delicate hand is lifted and a spider crawls from it's place within the spidersilk veil and she is set somewhere out of the way, telling Sabella, "dont let anyone run off with her". Once on the ice, she is not the most graceful, nor are her moves the most intricate, but she doesn't fall and she seems to to enjoy the action itself.

Rukhnis says relentingly to Kritr, "Truly, though, if you find that the ache and pain of it trouble you, I will be glad to get you some packets of willowbark tea that you may prepare. They are best used sparingly, but are excellent for giving enough ease to sleep." Expert medical prescription offered, the Eurusi woman shifts her gaze back to the ice, and resumes petting the faithful Sir Flop.

"Flattery will not win you a competition upon ice, my lord," Yasmine cups her hands to amplify her mirthful call toward Olivian. "But it earns you favor and my gratitude for such kind words!" As the music begins under Nina's guidance, she turns her gold-flecked gaze toward Jaenelle with a warm smile cresting her lips. "Best of luck to you, Your Grace!" Out onto ice she goes, her beginning less than graceful, but she does not let it discourage her from delivering a rousing performance as the mood strikes her. Dizzying turns bring black curls whipping in the wind, arms weaving through the air as she closes her eyes and loses herself in the moment, relishing the freedom of movement while gliding across the ice.

"This was our closest event yet." Tarik checks the numbers again. "In third place, Lord Olivian. Please give him a round of applause." Tarik looks at the score card. "The difference between first and second was one point. In seond place, Goodwoman Yasmine, and in first place, Archduchess Jaenelle" Tarik claps for the final contestants.

The massive man lets out thunderous applause for both Yasmine and Jaenelle, letting out a victorious harrumph. "Well done both of you!" Jeffeth smiles brightly and keeps slapping his hands together over-loudly.

From the Table of Judging, Nova hops up from the seat where she just sat before cheering aloud with Northern volume. "Good job, all of you! Congratulations, Archduchess of the Lyceum!" Then, she strides forth to join Tarik.

Ryhalt claps for the final pair of winners, grinning.

Yasmine is overheard praising Jaenelle.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

"Is that what it is supposed to look like?" Kritr wonders at the grace and beauty on display. "Yeah. I was never going to do something like that."

"It's never flattery, messere, only sincerity." Olivian enjoys the the skating for however long it lasts, stoppinf himself. He still falls into the snow. It takes him a moment to right himself, sniffing, "Wet -- ugh!" Once his skates are unlaced and he's back on his feet, applauding the second and first place winner. "Well done!" Offering a bow, the cold Malvici's going to make his exit.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Olivian has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Rukhnis once again thumps her hand against the table in congratulations to those who won as well as those simply brave enough to participate. She slants another faintly amused look towards Kritr, then shakes her head wryly.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Jaenelle laughs as she seems to win first place, and is given a trophy. There is a softness as she looks over it, "when Talen would participate and win, he would always give me what he won, I have an entire case of bits and bobs from competitions. So I am glad to finally add something for myself. Thank you both" she tells Tarik and Rowenova with a dip of her head before she moves back to the warmth of the fire to rub her trophy in Arik's face.

Jaenelle has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Jaenelle has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Yasmine moves to the edge of the pond, doing away with her skates to return to the comfort of her shoes. "Congratulations, Your Grace," she curtsies before Jaenelle, her smile bright. "Without a doubt, we're going to have so much fun at the meeting, if that's only a taste of your secret dance moves." She turns to accept the pin passed to her with an appreciative smile turned toward Rowenova. "Thank you again for hosting such a wonderful event. I had a great time."

Nina's work is finished when the dancing competition is finished, so she lowers her instrument again, and takes a bow. Then she allows the rest of the accompanyment to bow, standing aside with a little gesture to direct to them.

Then, she decides to get herself a drink, as it's earned well enough by now.

"I know one dance, and it involves a lot of stomping." Kritr adds, for the benefit of Rukhnis, or perhaps just to hear himself talk. "Not a lot of eye contact."

Nina has left the by the white lily garden.

"Please, can we get another round of applause for our bard for the evening, Goodwoman Nina, Princess Valencia, for opening up the Hart to us, and for my love, Scout Rowenova for agreeing to cohost with me, and making sure the prizes were made in time." Tarik claps for the people that he just mention. "We hope everyone had a wonderful time!

To Jaenelle, Nova wolfishly grins before smiling back to Yasmine, "Welcome! Tarik, My Love, here is the primary mastermind behind all this, though!" Then, she enthusiastically claps before glomming on Tarik with a side hug!

Nina approaches Tarik, and leans over just a bit as she looks at him. "I don't suppose now that the contest is over, that I could try testing out one of these interesting skates. I've never tried this myself at all and I've gotten very curious about it now that I've seen it in action."

Ryhalt turns to Nina and claps for her, smiling with appreciation of her efforts. And, he claps for the hosts, too. "Thank you both for hosting, it was fun and am glad you decided to do it."

"I am actually a professionally trained dancer, Mistress Yasmine, though I can't speak of it" Jaenelle informs the woman with a serious expression and a finger resting across her lips to keep the secret in lest she share. As she sits down by the fire again, she extends the trophy outward as if holding the greatest thing in the world. "I know you are rather proud" she begins towards Arik, "of walking on ice. But did you ever get a trophy because of it? I think not."

"I would like to see that one day," Rukhnis comments to Kritr in return, sounding as if she actually means this, though now that the actual competing is over she seems to be returning to an awareness of how tired she is. Her shoulders have a pronounced sag to them beneath the blanket, and the look of interest and amusement in her eyes is fading back into a faintly glassy exhaustion.

Sir Floppington gently wags as he looks up with soulful eyes at Rukhnis.

Kritr applauds respectfully. "Master Tarik!" Kritr applauds them all of course, but only knows one of the three by name. He nudges Rukhnis. "Don't go falling asleep now. Now that the competition is over, we can start drinking!"

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Arik is clapping at the names are listed and with Rowenova's verdict. When Jaenelle comes back with a trophy he merely dips his head and remarks, "The most practical things never receive trophies I'm afraid." there is a look past the Archduchess to Rowenova as he adds, "But it seems you've already impressed my retainer. Congratulations, mayhap someday she will give me a trophy. For what I'm not sure."

With applause and praise generously given, Yasmine turns her head to hear Jaenelle's words. "Your secret is safe with me, Your Grace," she promises upon a light laugh. A thoughtful look is cast over the bonfire and its occupants before she motions to have her things gathered from the area, instead preparing for her own departure with haste. "This event was wonderfully done, Master Tarik. Thank you again for sampling a bit of Northern delights with us," she gives her partings to the hosts with the most before exiting stage right.

Jaenelle takes Tormaigh, a fine Crovane Whiskey from Lidded Barrel.

Yasmine has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Sabella laughs delightedly when Jaenelle razzes Arik, "I don't think he did, so congratulations, Archduchess!" She grins and then wraps her hands around a mug of something warm that Elizabetta hands her, "This was a lovely event, I'm so glad we were able to get here in time to partake."

Ryhalt has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

1 Farshaw trained guards leaves, following Ryhalt.

Tarik nods to Nina and hands her a pair of skates. "Here, please enjoy yourself and thank you for coming to play for us today. It really helped established the mood, and keep the event moving along." Tarik turns to the crowd and Kritr, "Please, enjoy the skating and the drinking. Hopefully, not at the same time."

"If I have to choose between the two, there's NOT MUCH CONTEST!" Kritr calls back to Tarik.

Nina is now more intersted in skating than drinking, so she puts some skates on. She's worried her skirt is too long and may get in the way, but then realizes when she is on her feet that the blades add enough height to keep it off the floor. She puts her little slippers to one side and tries going out on the ice. This is also her first time doing such a thing, so it may or may not be okay, but she at least has dancing skills and good balance to keep upright. She takes it slow for a bit.

Nina checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 34 higher.

Drinking and Skating? Nova jokingly huffs, "Why not at the same time?" Though, she back pats Tarik before letting go and turning toward Jaenelle and Arik, "Would I give him one, it would be The Best Boss Who Ever Bossed award!"

Rukhnis twitches sharply at the same time that a pained grunt escapes her -- evidently that shoulder-nudge of Kritr's jostled some painful portion of the Eurusi woman's anatomy. Letting out a strained breath, she nevertheless has only a courteous negation of the Clearlake lord's words. "I fear I am not a great drinker like all of you true northerners. And indeed, I am afraid I ought to depart soon."

As Jaenelle extends her hand where Ellani has been perched, the spider crawls on her palm and is brought back to the top of Jae's head. Once secured, there is a glance towards her assistant and a bottle of whiskey is brought forth and handed towards Arik. "You need to do less practical things, Lord Arik" she then tells him. "Make it a mug. I have heard all the best bosses get number one boss mugs" she then shares with Rowenova.

Arik upturns his palms to Sabella and Jaenelle at his honorary award. "There who couldn't take the woman whose been sworn to my house since she was little and personally served me for half a decade. There's completely no bias." then accepting the whiskey bottle he tips it to the side to give it a look then adds, "Remember to tell your patron the Archduchess seems to have taken an interest in you. I'm sure Baroness Saik will be thrilled... Though one is suspicious." there's a side-eye look at Jaenelle.

Nova meanders back to the Table of Judging, lightly resting gloved fingertips upon the beige paper there as she calls back to Jaenelle, "Or a paperweight!" Then, she looks back to Rukhnis, "Thank you for showing up. It means a lot, along with all your help, too. Would hug ya, but you know." She glances back toward Arik then Jaenelle, "Interested in me?"

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova puts Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship in Messenger Bag.

Rowenova gets an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from an adorable wooden bunny chest.

Rukhnis looks up to Nova with a small nod, after giving Kritr a distinct look of surprise for something he'd been saying quietly to her. "I was very glad to come, and indeed, you came to my own event. So surely, it was the least I could do, even if I had not wished to come anyway."

Kritr nods to Rukhnis. "Good. Always prepared. I like that." He stands up and moves in the direction of wherever drinks are being served. "WHO'S THIRSTY?!" He points at his chest with both thumbs. "THIS GUY!"

It is a Northern event. There are most assuredly alcoholic beverages here, and easily acquired because it is the Golden Hart. Out here on the food table (where there are roastable consumables), a colorful array of booze bottles are neatly arranged upon that same table, too.

Nina seesms to have successfully skated around a bit, at least enough to get used to it if anything should come up that requires it. She enjoys a novel experience, especially one that allows her to be a little graceful in the end.

Ayallah, who has been standing behind Rukhnis's chair and leaning almost protectively against the back of it most of this time, now straightens up with a somewhat relieved look on her face as it seems the physician might actually be willing to leave and go somewhere warm and restful. Rukhnis looks up to give her assistant a small nod, and then she's helped up rather laboriously, most of her weight going to rest on the younger woman once she's more or less upright again. Pausing only to give a respectful and courteous nod to everyone, the physician limps her way back out of the garden still more heavily and stiffly than she'd arrived some time ago.

Rukhnis may or may not hobble past Ras on her painful Ayallah-assisted way out of the garden!

Tarik cheers Nina, "Maybe next year, you can compete instead of playing." Tarik walks around the room, thanking the different guest for showing up.

Ayallah, a physician's assistant leaves, following Rukhnis.

Nina steps off the pond still in skates, and smiles at Tarik. "Yes, I'll practice a little. I'd like that very much. But it's always an honor to play for everyone and I did enjoy coming out to your event!"

With some concern, Nova curiously watches Rukhnis and Ayallah head out before quickly pinning Ras (not like brawl but with a Snowflake pin) before then moving on to join up with Tarik to merrily thank all those who showed up!

Rowenova gets ROLL RULES (for the Great Northern Iceskating Championship).

Rowenova puts ROLL RULES (for the Great Northern Iceskating Championship) in Messenger Bag.

Ras wanders in cautiously, and as soon as he sees Rukhnis departing, he turns and follows after her and Ayallah. Or he tries, but Rowenova is catching him with a pin.

Graham stands up from where he'd been sitting mostly quiet around the bon fire. He glances around a moment brushing off his back of his armor and taking a moment to stretch from having been sitting still. He seems to be trying to decide what may be next.

Rowenova gets Snowflake Pin Participation Prize from the First Annual - Winter 1012-1013 AR - Great Northern Iceskating Championship from Messenger Bag.

"If you think he is in need of a paper weight, then I trust your judgement," Jaenelle tells Rowenova, "you would know better than any other what the surface of his desk requires. Though have you cosidered one of those little bowls to keep fish in? Maybe he needs a friend." Things are clearly escalating. "I think he is rambling, I am not going to attempt to steal your services away from Lord Arik to have you as my personal assistance instead," she says of Arik, giving him a look over to make sure he isnt having random issues. "Baroness Saik is lovely though!"

Sabella glances over as Rukhnis departs and Ras arrives, giving the latter a nod of her head before turning back to the conversation at the firepit. For once she seems content to listen, but looks to Graham as she stands, "Lord Graham are you going to try your skills on the ice?"

Kritr gets the largest tankard of ale that is provided, with a lid, and wanders the garden. He likes tromping through the snow, his clothing designed for such weather.

Nova confidently assures Jaenelle, "Random all the time." She shifty eyes. "Aye, Baroness Lucita Saik is a good patron. If Lord Arik is the Best Boss Who Ever Bossed, Baroness Lucita is the Best Patron Who Ever Patroned."

Nova then points to the soulful hound who wags closer, "And this here is the Best Good Boy Ever. Sir Floppington."

Ras notices Sabella's nod and knits his brow before nodding back belatedly enough that she probably doesn't even catch sight of the gesture. His confusion at the pin from Rowenova has been confounded. He glances after Rukhnis again, and then completes departure.

Arik turns the whiskey bottle over in his hand while Jaenelle is talking and then looks across the way to Rowenova. "Archduchess it seems that the best titles are being claimed by everyone else. Which one can you secure before Row gives them all away?" then Arik lifts the whiskey bottle in a motion to Rowenova in a clearly take this because I do not have pockets on pants this tight and it is a whole bottle.

3 Last Watch Sentries, 3 Redrain Guards arrive, following Donella.

Graham looks back as he's spoken to something off in the overall look of the Count. He manages a friendly smile though glancing from her to the ice and back. "A good evening your highness. I had given it a thought.. i've not skated before though I must admit. So I am likely to fall spectacularly."

Nova calls out toward Graham and others, "Feel free to put on loaner skates and skate more! I may do so soon!" She turns back to Arik and quietly thanks him for the whiskey bottle she graciously accepts before she points out that: "Archduchess Jaenelle may be from the South, but she was the Best Freestyle Ice Skater during the First Annual Great Northern Iceskating Championship!"

There is something said about being late. It could be because of the ramifications of drinking too much with her husband. Donella enters and allows the deep blue of her eyes to move around the others to get a feel for what is going on.

Niklas calls out, "I'd have jumped in but I figured the archduchess needed a first place win!" Feets warmed he pulls his shoes back on.

"Do you know how many titles I have?" Jaenelle asks Arik, brows arching before she then looks towards Rowenova, "it is a lot. I have a lot of titles. I dont even write them all. In fact I tried to shorten them once, but ADR Jae Vel did not go over well. And my father taught me to skate when I was little, he was a Redrain Prince married into the Mourning Isles. He tried to teach us about the ways of the North but did not finish his lessons before he died. I will add that to the list though." She glances towards Niklas, "it was about time that I managed first, but truthfully, if I had won the tournament I would never have known what to ask for."

Nina removes her skates and puts her slippers back on, now looking toward the refreshments at last. "The archduchess did a marvelous job," Nina says, looking at both Rowenova, and Jaenelle.

Nina has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Christine wanders over to the food and finds a dilectible looking skewer to munch on as she watches the festivities.

Sabella grins at Graham, "If you'd like a turn with someone that's rather stable out there I'd be happy to take a twirl with you! And oh, Lady Christine," she calls out to the Kennex, waving at her, "Come join us by the fire once you've gotten settled!"

Niklas sits up when he spies Christine perusing the snacks. "Is that?" He waves a hand to her, "Auntie Christine! How long have you been back from Stormbreak?"

Arik opens his mouth and then closes it with his hands swinging forward and then back behind himself where he catches one in the others. There's just a quiet *hmmmm* as he watches Donella during her approach and then looks back to Rowenova and Jaenelle.

Donella moves over towards the bonfire and will attempt to look at someone near to Jaenelle to see if they will leave. Just a look. Should this be the case, she will sit next to the woman. "Title of most senseless duels rendered too." The comment could be seen as mean, but there is a friendly overtone to it. Donella also might be a little bit tipsy still.

Christine heads over by the fire. "I just got back earlier today."

Donella has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Nova smirks faintly about even trying to condense down introductory titles. Though, she courtly bows to Donella before popping up to full height then sliding sideways to pick up skewered food, too. She up nods to Christine, too, before she moves back to sit down in the tracked snow by the ice pond and quietly chomp the acquired food while curiously observing any ice skaters.

Christine has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

"I'm afraid Princess Reese has the most useless duel I can recall... A duel to convince a man that he was being to critical of himself. To which he accepted and the form of challenge was... Who could hold their hands over a flame the longest." Arik remarks in an aside to Donella, "The irony being if he lost he's proven right and if he won he's also proven right... Luckily they didn't actually make it out to the proving grounds for that one."

Graham thinks for a moment as the crowd slowly makes it's way either around to the food or talking now. He refocuses on Sabella though "It would be an honor to be shown how to skate by you. I appreciate it." He doesnt go into the reasoning for a distraction being quite welcomed, but moves to find a place to sit.. to remove his boots, and lace up one of the pair of skates to be used before making his way carefully towards the frozen pond looking back to the princess

Sabella has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Sabella has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Rowenova has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Sabella leans over to give Niklas a kiss on the cheek, "You must tell Lady Christine about all the children we've had since last she was here!" Then she's carefully moving over towards the skating rink, gliding out onto the ice like she was born to it and giving Graham a big smile, "I know Deepwood is known for their apples but what about their frozen ponds?"

Niklas laughs at Arik's story. "I believe Lady Lys once challenged Prince Theo, so the prince chose Champion Lys to represent him in the duel, putting Champilady Lys and whoever it was that defended her in a rather odd situation."

"I completely agree" Jaenelle tells Donella as she sits beside her, laughing with a shrug. "I think Darren may need a hobby to stop him from issuing them all the time. I will have to find him one, I will add it to the list." There is a hmming sound after, "I did not hear of that, or the terms of the duel. It seems like a terrible way to decide who is in the right and doesn't really honor Gloria in the process. I hope no one burned their hands too badly."

"It was quite awhile ago when there was a spat of nobility fighting for themselves... Then someone came round and reminded everyone toss a coin to your champion." Arik explains with a fleeting grin for Niklas before adding, "There was also Prince Laric's duel with Skald about papercuts... Why is it the Graysons seem to have some many good dueling stories?"

Donella turns her eyes towards Niklas for a longer moment to that. "Interesting choice." She nods her head once to that. "The dad bod one has lingered for far longer than it should. I do believe it has become something of a legend. People are always surprised to see him if they have not met him yet. How are you doing?"

Kritr meanders around in the snow for a little bit longer then heads for the exit.

Nina has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

"I've issued two challenges and received one. The only one I lost is the one where I chose someone other than Grandmaster Jeffeth as my champion." Niklas clucks his tongue. "Though to be fair, I'm not sure Sir Jeffeth would have been a better choice in that one, since it was a singing contest."

"Because there is non greater" Jaenelle informs Arik, as if it should be obvious. "Did you know I have no idea where that came from?" Jaenelle tells Donella at the mention of Darren and Jae's first duel. "I believe I said he might get rotund not that he was, and I truly dont recall why it was even said. It is certainly a legend that neither of us remember how it came to pass, like all good legends. I am well though. How are the babies?"

While chowing down on her bonfire-roasted kabob, Nova glances over toward the challenge talk but then glances back to the ice pond and those thereupon.

Niklas brightens when something occurs to him and turns to say to Donella, "Did his grace enjoy the painting? I was going to ask for a followup, but then his majesty, ah, well, let us just say things suddenly got very interesting and it did not seem quite so important."

Christine takes a bite of food as she watches and listens to the conversations going on, glancing over to the ice skating now and then as well

Donella smiles towards Jaenelle. Yes, she gets one of those rare Donella smiles. "They are well. Taran is following his father around and copying him. He also likes to hide and rawr at the household staff." A shake of her head to that.. "Ailbhe still cries about all the dead animals while Siaran tries to send anyone to the sharks that tell her no. She also tried to bite Lady Brianna. So right now, Dacian is my favorite until he learns to talk." There is a smile now for Niklas too. "It hangs in our bedroom. He adored the painting. I feel like we should move it somewhere that Edain has a chance to come upon it too. Maybe the Red Study for all to see."

Nova does not hide that she is smiling silently to herself before another bite at the kabob into which she is tearing.

Of course, Sir Floppington the soulful hound wags up to Lord Arik and sits down somewhere beside him, within easy reach of potential pets.

The young Count is a bit well aprehensive standing at the pond's edge. Graham watches the lady take to the ice graceful as walking flat ground. "Hm, maybe in the Stonewood.. but the Cedar Vale definately not freezing." He answers her before stepping onto the ice.

Sabella laughs and gives Rowenova a wave, then skates back towards Graham, offering her hands to him in case he feels he needs the extra balance, "It's easier than you think, just don't think too much about it at first and then the gliding will seem more natural. And lean forward, not back, it's easier to catch yourself if you do fall with your hands rather than the back of your head!"

It's a few very small steps onto the ice, getting his footing or well trying to. Graham does reach out accepting the hands as he tries his best to mimic what he'd seen before with those on the ice. "I.. hope not to do either, but the night is young.. we'll see if I prefer dancing at the end?" He does manage a chuckle his spirits lifted a bit from his more somber mood while sittting watching.

Obviously arriving too late for most of the festivities, Zoey finds her way to the hidden gardens of the Golden Hart. She looks around to see who is up to what and where she might join in. Spotting family at the bonfire, she decides to head that directions first.

Zoey has joined the by a cheerful bonfire.

Donella receives a message and nods as she comes to her feet. "If you will excuse me. One of the children are in need of a parent and Darren is sleeping off his drink choices." She nods her head towards Zoey and the others as she moves to leave.

Donella has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

3 Last Watch Sentries, 3 Redrain Guards leave, following Donella.

"It's easier dancing on ice than it is on the dance floor since gliding in and of itself is just graceful," Sabella instructs, holding firmly to Graham's hands, "Now don't try to walk, just push off with one foot then the other. If you try to walk your balance will be all wrong, but I've seen you take a turn on the dance floor, Lord Graham, so I know you'll take to this in no time!"

Niklas offers a wave to Zoey when she approaches the bonfire. "My only challenge loss. Poor Chloe. She did love working for you."

Graham considers her words, and is still thankful for the support she offers him as he tries to get his footing under him. He will push off with his skate then the other. trying to think of it as a dance nodding to the instruction. "I appreciate your guidance." He tries to skate a bit more finding it so far not unpleasant. "I can see why this could be.. fun.." the Count offers though still not getting too far ahead of himself.

All this listening and watching of Sabella and Graham is not in vain, and so Nova finishes the meats on the skewer she has been cleaning before it is empty and then, she is swapping from boots to iceskates.

Zoey grins at Niklas. "Almost as much as you loved having her work for me, I imagine," she replies. "Though I sometimes think I dismissed her too quickly. I did not appreciate her at the time, but I think I almost miss her."

Christine turning to Niklas "What is this about children?"

Niklas grimaces. "I think she went off to be a diregoat wrangler or something out west." Christine's question gets a somewhat confused look. "Which children? My children? Or Zoey's? Or somebody else's?"

"It occurs to me that I've been calling you Lord Graham all tonight and talking of Deepwood when of course you're a Count with Stonewood, so my apologies," Sabella says with a grin, "I just have to admit that all the woods do look the same to me! I'm sure that my sisters could both tell the difference, but I've always stayed within any walls that would have me rather than head out to the wilderness."

"Think nothing of it your Highness. I honestly dont hold to many formalities when it comes to myself at least. I am still at times feeling very new to being a Count, Cedar Vale. Its.. very different from Stonewood lands, more wild..untamed." He nods to her words. "I am thankful, for your saftey. I will gladly head into the forest and beyond to fight instead." Graham continues trying to skate.. and not fall.

"I think she meant Princes Donella," Zoey says to Niklas as she finds herself a seat. "Though if we're speaking of children, there are plenty of those represented in this group," she says to Christine with a smile.

Once it seems like Graham has his balance, Sabella sweeps to the side to take his arm as if they were having a regular old stroll. This allows him to skate more on his own, but also for her to have a good grip on him should his skates betray him, "I'm sure you're doing a wonderful job with it," she assures him with a smile, "Are you going to be able to make it to the Taste of Arx celebration? It would be a good time to put together things that Stonewood might be known for in order to attract the crowds! It's very fun seeing what each house comes up with. I'm still not sure what Grayson should do. We've done apple wine in the past, perhaps some tarts or pies this year? Or some gryphon jewelry--although I do have some prizes that feature them already."

Graham manages to smile and even look to the side a moment to where she skates. He still seems grateful that she is sticking nearby, he takes the first few pushes with his skates and is a bit wobbly but manages to keep his balance, getting slowly better at it as time passes. "I would enjoy that very much actually. Hm, i'll have to think of what to bring.. something uniquely Stonewood." it's something to ponder to be sure. "All of those things sound wonderful. I look forward to seeing all the items."

Arik seems distracted for a time by Sir Floppington the soulful hound getting his floppy ears petted. Eventually though the halfshav lord tells the old pooch, "Thank you Sir Floppington I was being terribled ganged up on there for a moment." and sends the dog back off towards Rowenova before commenting to Jaenelle, "None Greater seems like it's prone to some artistic abuse. Lucky for them the Playwright is in their house now and the Nightingale is his protege."

Sir Floppington sure looks quite grateful for the pets given and gently wags while apparently listening to Lord Arik. After he is sent back to Scout Rowenova, though, the olde hound bounds back her way, into welcoming arms. "Good boy!" says Nova to Flop.

Jaenelle finished her quiet conversation with her cousin before Donella had to leave. "Strangely enough, there are no dogs that live in the Velenosa estate. There was thirteen cats at one point thanks to Luca and Talen's snake and Eleyna's spider, but really a complete lack of dogs. Maybe that is what I am missing in my life, something to pet."

"They really can be good to have around," Zoey says to Jaenelle. "I have Octavian here, and I've been thinking about getting a puppy for Uriel. He seems to have an affinity for them."

Sabella is out on the iced over pond with Graham and they are making slow circles as the young Count gets his ice-feet beneath him, "It should be a grand affair for the whole city! Five of the six Great Houses are taking part and it will be an amazing way for everyone to come together considering the turmoil that we often find ourselves in! A way for us to learn more about each other, even within fealties, and remind everyone what we fight for. We did it last year as well, but this year I think we have a lot more to celebrate! And look at you, already skating like a Redrain!"

"I don't have any pets, I seem to get by fine..." Arik states while petting his formidable beard. "Are cats not knowing for wanting pets or do you just need something to pet, mayhap a type of duck just to be different?"

Nova pets down Sir Flop along his tawny-furred back before she OCDly arranges her fur-topped boots side by side, pairs together her empty skewer and the unopened whiskey into one of those boots, then slowly rises to stand up on those ice skates. She sure seems to have a determined look, after having been thoroughly studying Sabella and Graham for a while here.

Pharamond (while somehow sober) manages to meander on into the Golden Hart's secret garden area and notices the skating that happens to be going on. "Huh, that looks like fun. I really wish I was drunk right now for it, hah, wouldn't that be a story. I can see it in the headlines now..." He ponders his own greatness for a moment before he's shrugging. "Meh. Doesn't sound very grand, but I'll watch." He mutters to himself as he finds a spot to sit and observe.

"I had a rabbit, but Talen's snake killed it" Jaenelle says with a sigh. "Poor Icicle, I never had the heart to find another pet." She looks towards Zoey, nodding as if the woman understands her, "my late husband had a dog, but he was trained to eat people so I was never allowed near him and when we had our son the dog was sent to live somewhere else." She reaches over to touch Arik's beard just once as if his petting it was as invitation. "Cats are lovely but they dont live there anymore. I do really like ducks though."

Tarik was in the main room thanking all of the Hart staff for helping set up the room for the event. After sharing a few drinks with the server, he returns to the room to chat up with any remaining guests. When he walks into the room, he kneels down next to Rowenova to pat Sir Floppington on his head as he speaks to her. "This was a great showing. People still seem to be enjoying themselves."

Both of Zoey's eyebrows rise at that. "Eat people?" She looks at her spaniel and back at Jaenelle. "I don't know that I've ever seen or heard of a beast like that still called a dog."

Sir Floppington happily crawls into Tarik's lap if let to do so. Nova sits down once more and gently hugs them both. "It was! Told you people would show up!" Then, she quickly pecks Tarik with her cherry-toned lips upon his nearest cheek before she looks up and glances back behind them to the newly arrived Ashford. "Lord Pharamond! How are you and yours and Cabbit doing? Please do skate, if you would like to!"

"Yes, Lord Pharamond, join us!" Sabella calls out, looking over after Rowenova says his name and smiling brightly, "Only the Grayson fealty seems brave enough to skate on ice this evening while everyone else sits around the fire!"

"Of course, I really do not think I can do any better than you." Tarik holds out his hand to Rowenova as he escorts her to the ice.

Tarik has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

"That is a very wise thing everyone coming together. I like that very much actually. Is there a charity aspect? Perhaps for different items to go towards seeing the city safe or well any number of things, dunno just an idea I haven't been able to attend any of them lately. I should find a way to make sure donations still go out though." Graham considers he looks over as Nova and smiles "Ah, yes please join indeed." He offers giving a wave with his free arm.

Arik eyes Jaenelle when she gives a pet to his beard and suggests, "Is there any house known for breeding ducks? I know several are famous for dogs and the like, mayhap one of the Crownlands. Ducks seem rather royalish... Like swans and cantankerous geese."

Pharamond turns his attention to Rowenova when he is suddenly greeted by her. "Oh boy, you don't want me skating unless I've had about three bottles in. But....oh what the hell, why not?" Pharamond gets up then and smirks. "They're all doing good, I promise. Now, where's these skates at? Before I break my neck just looking for them." He has a smirk on his face to imply that he's largely joking about the latter bit...in a grim way. He does look over at Sabella when she calls out. "Well, I best not be the black sheep then!" he calls back to her.

"I am not sure why everyone hates geese. The tower in my bedroom actually has a flag color to warn against an attack from geese, and there are no geese" Jaenelle states, her shoulders offering a shrug without actually explaining any of that which probably makes very little sense. "Lord Pharamond, most people think walking on ice feels as if you are drunk already so just dont wear the skates and use your boots and run as fast as you can before reaching the pond."

After what Pharamond says, Nova points back to a neat array of loaner skates before getting up and swinging around that pointing hand into Tarik's grasp. "Love, I am not the best at everything. You saw how many times I crashed, but after listening to Princess Sabella, and with your help, I bet I do better. Also, we are a team, especially when we are married. There will be things at which I will fail and at which I excel. Hopefully, we are stronger together, when you help me where I fail. No?"

Rowenova has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Rowenova has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

Christine has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Aida, an old woman have been dismissed.

Pharamond has joined the winter-kissed lily pond.

"I do have a free arm," Sabella laughs, waving her hand to Pharamond in case he really is about to join, "And there's no charity aspect to it--yet! Mostly there will be some games where people can compete in Grayson-y things. Perhaps an archery contest? We had a pie relay last year that was quite fun! And a debate!"

Pharamond checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 33 higher.

"Yes, we are definitely stronger together." Tarik slowly skates while holding her hand, "The trick is really just going slow and making sure you in synch with yuour partner. Tarik smiles, "The beautiful part is that if you fall, you end up in the arms with the person you love.

Tarik checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

Rowenova checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 14 higher.

Pharamond slouchily puts on the skates and starts to head out. "Okay...if I immediately regret this, I blame ALL OF YOU." Pharamond calls out to Sabella and Rowenova, mainly, but he seems amused all the same as he starts skating like a master of the craft. "Well, I haven't fallen yet....so I guess its kinda fun!" Which is Pharamond's way of saying he likes it. "Hey Rowenova, Sabella, keep up!"

Without the pressure of competition, after having learned from watching, and being guided by/with Love; Rowenova actually manages to skate decently without falling down this time. Slow and steady, she matches pace with Tarik, doing so at his side with her hand with his. She smiles brightly as they seem to find that perfect sync with Tarik and those words he speaks. "Have I ever told you that I love the way that you think?" She looks over toward Pharamond with a brief laugh, "Good job! Taking it easy, though, for now." To Tarik, she grins.

Arik makes a low *mrrrrm* sound and finally reaches into his coat and produces a hip flash. Bringing it up he takes a nip from it before offering it to Jaenelle while speaking in a low rumble of a voice, "House Clearlake might have ducks, supposedly it never freezes. Prince Niklas you seem like a man who could find a duck, any guesses where they'd hail from which fealty or House?"

Sabella checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

Sabella does not in fact keep up with Pharamond, but she does grin at him every time he goes past, "How did you get to be so fast?!"

Tarik chuckles a bit when she mentions he likes that way he thinks. "I think you are still a bit drunk for all those drink at the Redrain dinner earlier today, but thank you saying so." Tarik peers over at Pharamond, "You are doing an amazing job." Tarik gazes back at Rowenova, "I forgo to ask did you have a good time?"

"A pie relay?" He wonders upon this a bit. "How was that run exactly? I cant say i've seen such a thing myself." Graham is skating at least without crashing so far.. He looks to the others who have joined the skating though never for too long."

Zoey's aide comes to whisper something in her ear, and after a nod the Kennex Lady quietly excuses herself.

Pharamond checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 28 higher.

Zoey has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

"I've always been this fast, Sabella, I just take it easy on ya." Pharamond smirks at Sabella as he lapped her again like this was his version of 'on your left'. But! His attention does shift lightly to look over at Tarik and Rowenova, giving them both a smile as he skates past.

Jaenelle takes the offered flask and despite the looks of complete horror from her guards she takes a swig of the liquid within before handing it back. As Niklas is put on the spot and becomes an accomplice in the hunt for the perfect duck, Jaenelle can't help but laugh, "I will start handing out nets to people in hopes that someone could catch one." She looks back at the skating pond as people might kill themselves, "I hope the ice is still thick enough after everyone has skated on it. I dont want to have to go swimming in that."

Niklas rouses from his reverie when Arik directly addresses him. "Duck? What? Oh, I don't know. Probably somewhere in the Lyceum. It's all very sensual down there and, you know, 'fuck a duck'. Well, where else?" He looks over to where his wife is ice skating with Pharamond and calls out, "She's been rather rude today, so don't be too nice just because you think she's harmless!"

"Yes Archduchess, it must be in the Lyceum, are any houses nicknamed the Ducks or the waddles?" Arik suggests and then prefaces the comments with , "I have always been terrible with my hundred cities family lines in my lessons... there's a hundred of them."

Nova always insists on always leading every dance in which she ever partakes, except this one. Right now, she is clearly following Tarik's guidance and smoothly skating wherever he might guide. "Little did you know: there was a drinking contest in the Lower Boroughs at the winter party there, too. So, double drunk and still standing. But, if you want to ask me later about it, after you are sure I sobered up, I bet you all my money that I would still say that I not only like but also admire and adore the way you think, Tarik. Yes, good times. Especially this." She gently squeezes his held hand before then swinging herself in an arc around him." She half grins to Pharamond as well as Sabella and Graham when she sees them mid arc before again focusing on Tarik.

Jaenelle snaps her fingers at the suggestion, "I did not even consider I would find one right in my own back yard. I will see about that now." As she stands and smooths down her skirts, she grins and states "I will find a duck by the end of the day, you mark my words. Mistress Rowenova, Master Tarik, thank you both for the hard work it took to run such an event, I enjoyed it a great deal." Her assistant reaches for the trophy and Jaenelle shakes her head, "I am going to hold it the whole way back, maybe it will attract a duck."

Tarik stops skating with Rowenova and slowly glides his way towards the end of the bond that is close to the bonfire to dips his head to Jaenelle, "Thank you for coming and competing." Tarik smile at Rowenoa, then turns back to say to Jaenelle, "We are deeply honored by your presence, and hope to see you next year to defend your title."

"House Ignersige... Marquessa Quenia's house is known for twins, so they likely waddle." Arik states while thinking outloud then Jaenelle is preparing to leave he begins to screw on the top of his flask once more before tucking it away. "Good evening Archduchess thank you for you kind words about Row. I know the Lyceum seem to love her but after past experiences, she can only love the North. We know, we tested it before."

Nova slow glides alongside Tarik before finally braking. She dips forth in a courtly bow before standing up with a little hop on her ice skates. After, "Thank you, Archduchess." She, too, quirks over a smile to Tarik before then again regarding Jaenelle with a nod which agrees with Tarik. Nova lets out a quiet laugh after Arik's words.

Pharamond seems to turn his attention to Niklas for a moment. "As harmless as a sharp-toothed lion!" Pharamond calls out to Niklas in return. Though he does look over at Jaenelle. "...how did we start talking about duck attraction again? I can't tell if I should get involved or not." He laughs. He does look around a second before he looks over towards Arik and Graham. "Thanks for comin on down!" He gives a wave as he does a couple of twirls on one foot. Maybe everyone will get lucky and he'll biff it.

Pharamond checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 4 higher.

...nope.

Jaenelle wiggles her finger towards Arik, "I am a twin, you becareful what you say about us. We come in pairs, after all, and can be quite protective over one another. Ill tell Leona you made me sad and it'll be all over." She waves her hands in the air, trophy attached, "over." She looks towards Pharamond, and even if he didnt follow her very proper instructions before, she grins at him, "can you quack?"

Graham takes a few more loops around though he has gone quite and perhaps is back in the space in his head he was tring to forget for now. "I thank you, for your instruction, and hopefully we may dance again soon." He reaches to pat the arm which has so steadily stopped in from falling flat. He will nod to the others "A wonderful time, thank you all." He skates to the edge of the pond changes back to his boots and makes his way back into the Hart.

Graham has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Landroval, the Eagle have been dismissed.

Niklas waves to Graham as the man leaves, then looks back to the fire. "He and his brother Marquis Malesh are some genuinely admirable leaders. It's amazing they're related to people like Count Gailin and Princess Arianna."

"Only kind of!" Pharamond calls as he performs an elegent spin. "Quack, quack." He says in Jaenelle's direction, though its largely unenthusiastic and likely meant to sound mocking.

"Tarik, Row... You both get stipend raises. Think of it as a reward for your new annual festives and an impending wedding present." Arik calls out as he begins to adjust his coat to leave.

Jaenelle hms softly when Pharamond quacks and its less than perfect, finally grinning in his direction, "don't worry. You'll get there with some practice. Ive heard that if you try hard enough you can do anything you put your mind to. Just add it to the list of things you are working on." She then dips her head towards those near the fire before a silent signal is given and her guards come out from no where to escort her out.

Jaenelle has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

12 House Velenosa Guards, Ibasia, the Velenosa Lady-in-Waiting, Ellani, the palm sized spider leave, following Jaenelle.

Niklas pushes himself to his feet and reaches out for Sabella's hand when she approaches. To the others he says, "Good evening all. Thank you for the enjoyable evening." Then he and Sabella follow the princess of Lenosia out.

Niklas has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Sabella has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

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

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise, Sabella leave, following Niklas.

Tarik dips his head, "Thank you, so very much, Lord Arik." Tarik smiles, "I am really am lost for words." Tarik flashes a grin at Rowenova, "You really do make every facet of my life better."

Nova suddenly beams Arik with a bright smile before quickly bowing his way then popping up to full height (plus the wolfie ears of her pelt headdress). Then, she shouts out with Northern volume, "Thank you, My Lord! Much appreciated! Also, thank you for showing up and the Tormaigh Whiskey, too! Means lots!" Bouncing briefly on the ice skates, she soon stops to gaze back to Tarik with this huge grin, "Aww, and you do the same for my life, too, you know?"

"Oh Tarik... The wedding challenge from me, you never got one. You have to convince Dame Morrighan to make the wedding dress... and provide the materials." Arik states while he's walking out.

Arik has left the by a cheerful bonfire.

Tarik turns to Rowenova. "I really need to keep track of all these challenges."

Nova apologetically tells Tarik, "This one should not be too hard because... well, I already asked her." She lets out a big laugh, "So all you have to do: basically confirm it with her. Let us go get our boots on and go ask her?"

Pharamond eventually skids himself to a complete stop and claps his hands. "Ole!" he lifts his hands into the air and he seems to laugh. "Well, that was fun. I think I should probably turn in though or the wife is gonna have my hide."

Tarik walks over to Pharmond and dips his head. "I do not believe we have been formally introduce, Lord Pharamond." Tarik says, "My name is Morien, Tarik Morien. I hope you had a good time."

Nova calls back, "Thank you, Lord Pharamond, for showing up! Pet Cabbit, yeah?"

Tarik shouts from nearby, "I so love winter time in Arx!"

Pharamond moves off the ice and is sure to remove the borrowed skates from his feet before he gets up and moving. "Nice to meet you, Tarik! Try and keep her out of trouble, yeah?" He winks at Tarik and Nova before he waves out. "Yeah, yeah, I will I will!"

Pharamond has left the winter-kissed lily pond.

Nova quickly swaps to her real boots and then helps out with the clean up, too, before finally joining Tarik. "This was wonderful, My Love. Thank you."

Tarik finishes shouting how much he loves Arx, and goes to kiss Rowenova on the lips as he says, "Here is to us hosting many events together, my love."

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

Nova easily accepts that lovely kiss, doing so with a bright smile upon her own cherry-glossed lips while equally reciprocating in a slow/smooth way, too. After, Nova gently dips her wolf-framed face then lifts up to look back to Tarik's eyes. Although she might not be saying much, her current expression obviously agrees. She carefully twines her gloved fingers among Tarik's own, apparently ready to walk beside him with a lingering smile of content peace.