2 Farshaw trained guards, Suzette - a Westrock Aerie Page arrive, following Ryhalt.

Several easels with white fabric stretched upon them and a stool before them has been scattered around the lounge. Beside each easel are bowls filled with honey, different natural dyes, slices of oranges and several flowers and leaves. Treats and drinks have been set upon the various tables and a single flute soothing melody can be heard from the corner where it is played by a young woman.

Mabelle and Caprice are standing by the door, greeting guests and directing them to a treat from the token chest. Practical, the Laurent Lady is wearing all black, in case someone decides to put sticky hands upon her. Oh no you didnt.

Emberly removes her golden gloves and she hands them off to one of the workers, "I was thinking of hosting a Paint with your pet day... over at the hart, just for a gathering.." she tells to Caprice, "I am excited to participate, I have made a few general paintings .. nothing with food." she flushed easily before she looks to Grimgar "would you join me for a drink as we await things to start?"

Emberly gets a scrumptious candied apple from DOOR TOKEN CHEST.

Grimgar inclines his head to Emberly. "That sounds like a fine plan to me, Lady Emberly." He leads the way over to where the drinks are kept. Looking to the lady he enquires. "What would you like to drink then my lady?" Those green eyes study her curiously as he awaits his answer.

Ryhalt hasn't come to paint for himself, but enters holding the hand of his five-year old daughter, Ivy Mae, who is bubbling with all the excitement of a child who's latched onto the idea of painting with food. He smiles to those present and tells Ivy they can have one of the door presents on the way home. Painting and eating sticky things might be too much at once!

Emberly has joined the an ornate bar with velvet padded seats .

"Oh, I like that idea quite a bit," Caprice admits to Emberly, nodding her way. "Though it puts me in a predicament; I have no pets. And probably no friends patient enough to sit in costume..." She's probably joking. Probably! Encouraging both she and Grimgar to be sure they've gotten their candied apples, she turns back to Mabelle to assist in greeting newer arrivals, probably not nearly as prepared to avoid stickiness as she ought to be. Oh, well, honey comes out in the wash. Right? "Please, find the easel that calls to you! Consider the light, the materials on hand. It's not strange to find inspiration in a perfect berry."

Grimgar has joined the an ornate bar with velvet padded seats .

Mabelle beams amusedly at the little girl as she enters, leaning forth toward Ryhalt's daughter, "Well hello there, little Lady. Have you come to paint?". She straightens then and welcomes the others, "Good afternoon. Mistress Caprice and I welcome you to the sticky fingers painting time. Beside each easel you will find some honey, leaves and flowers and dyes made from fruit and vegetables. Completely edible and will be delieved to the butterfly garden at the end for them to enjoy". Mabelle likewise indicates Caprice, "If you need further inspiration, Mistress Caprice is a disciple of Jayus. Just look at her and you will be inspired".

Connal, a Northern Wolfhound, Honeymare, 1 Ravenseye Warrior arrive, following Rosalind.

Emberly moves to the bar and she gets herself right up into the seat as she looks over to the Prince, and she smiles "Apple Cider and Mead half half." she says as she looks to him, "what about you?" she wonders before she looks over to the little girl, she wriggles her fingers at Ivy, and then her eyes look over caprice "she is at that, she helped me design this gown, isn't it lovely?"

Emberly is overheard praising Caprice.

Merek makes a way into the place to look about and see what folk are up to, in celebrating Jayus.

Grimgar chuckles softly to Emberly. "Just mead for me. Though mixing cider with it does sound tempting." He offers her a warm smile and settles himself at the bar beside her. He nods in agreement as Caprice is praised. "She is very talented and inspiring, indeed."

Rosalind rushes in with her red hair braided flying behind her. "Im late! Sorry Im late,"the Ravenseye gasps, sweat pouring from her brow.

"YES!" Ryhalt winces lightly at the piercing excitement of Ivy as she answers Mabelle. Looking up to Ryhalt, Ivy yanks on his hand and points at one of the easels. To Mabelle, Ryhalt says, "Thank you." And, after getting Ivy to echo him less earnestly, follows her over to the easel the child has chosen. He and Ivy wave to Emberly.

Mabelle glances toward Grimgar and Emberly with a gently smile, "Not painting today?", turning at the abrupt entry of Rosalind. She chuckles, welcoming her and Merek in, "Please join us. I was just explaining how all the materials are natural, honey, dyes and leaves and orange slices and will be delieved to the butterfly garden later. Mistress Caprice is here for the inspiration and there are apples at the door!". Snickering at the enthusiasm of the child, she watches as Ryhalt and Ivy choose and easel.

Making her way to a table, ready to eat an orange slice, Rosalind subtly sets it back down. "Oh. Uh.. Sounds great,"a sheepish grin appearing.

Emberly looks over to her drinking partner as she waits for her glass and then she grins "I am - I am." she chuckles a little as she gets her drink and then she slips off her stool..easily and gracefully not spilling her drink as she gets down.

Caprice's lips curve in a smile for the complimentary speech; good humor brightens her gaze as she calls to the gathered, "Now, now, flattery only gets you -half-way to a prize. You still have to paint! I'm delighted to be assisting Lady Laurent in today's painting activity; she is a most generous hostess," the copper-haired clothier turns towards Mabelle, dipping a curtsey.

"You've all painted before? Perhaps using traditional brushes, rather than our tools for the day?"

Emberly has left the an ornate bar with velvet padded seats .

Rosalind has joined the an ornate bar with velvet padded seats .

Grimgar has left the an ornate bar with velvet padded seats .

Mabelle walks to one of the easles. She collects a little brush and dips it in the honey jar beside it and lifts it to make a trace of honey on the canvas. She then lifts some flower petals, pushing them upon the sticky line. She eyes Ivy playfully and murmurs to her, "No peeking!". She wasnt peeking.

Emberly joins her small fingers around the large princes arm as the pair of them brightly approach the easels and she sets her glass nearby. She pauses a moment to tie her fiery locks up and away from her face. She looks to Grimgar, "That is My cousin, Duke Ryhalt and his daughter Ivy Mae Farshaw, who I am sure will win this sticking contest." she laughs deeply bemused.

Rosalind watches the others and dips a brush into the honey. "Right, so um..."and just like that-Rosa starts going to town Probably licking her fingers here and there.

Grimgar escorts Emberly to an easel and then takes up one next to hers. Looking to Ryhalt and Ivy he smiles. Looking back to Emberly he tilts his head. "I am certain she will do exceptional. But we can at least try to match her talents no? Trying is the beginning to success I have found." He admires the colors and selects a bright red flower, painting the beginings of something vivid and colorful on his canvas.

Ryhalt grins at Caprice. "I don't paint, but I admire my wife's skill. It's almost like music to me, layering together different colors to get magic." Ivy rises her hands and waves them, indicating she pants with the 'traditional' brushes of her fingers. Maybe few years she'll graduate to real paints. Ivy sticks her tongue out at Mabelle when she thinks her father isn't watching and pulls on her easel further away, almost knocking it over. Chuckling, Ryhalt saves it and distracts her by starting to scrawl on the easel with an orange which gets the girl to compete with five full fingers of honey flailing over the easel. Cleanup at this easel! Taking a moment, Ryhalt smiles over to Grimgar as Emberly introduces them. "Hello."

As people are just settling down on their chosen easles, Mabelle looks at her rings and mourns them already, "Well, really, the only point is to paint with you fingers, deep them in that honey. The only one doing it right is the Little Lady!", she smiles at Ivy Mae, "Do not forget your apples!". Mabelle asks Grimgar, "You attended the winter wonderland, didnt you?"

Rowynna has only just arrived back in Arx after a brief sojourn home to the Mourning Isles, so she's every excuse to be arriving late to what's been advertised as a sticky fingers art event. She can see immediately why as soon as she enters the Dire Bee's lounge with the placement of honey, dyes and various other sticky entreatments so close to the easels. She spots Mabelle and raises a hand to capture her attention. "Am I too late to join in?"

"Why didn't you say so,"Rosa exclaims. This will go by way faster! Dipping an apple into the honey, possibly sneaking a bite, Rosalind starts attacking the canvas again. Eventually one may be able trees forming. With flower ppetals stuck to the canvas.

Emberly looks to the paints, then looks to the Prince, then back to the paints and then she smiles to Rowynna, "come on in!" she calls though she is not the host. A smile bubbles on her lips as she tries one of the blue paints and begins to make some sea waves. The sticky fluid she chooses dripping almost sweetly off her fingertips.

"Not at all, my Lady," Caprice has less sticky stuff to contend with so she jumps in to assure Rowynna, smile warm. "Find yourself a free seat and dig in, as it were. Ah... and perhaps be sure anything that is hard to clean is safely tucked away." Ryhalt's statement earns a sharp glance, edged in curiosity. "Really. Does she ever share her work, my Lord? There are, indeed, places where music and color overlap."

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

Mabelle smiles warmly to Rowynna, "No no, not at all , they are just getting started, please, there are many available easels." She repeats Caprice's words and them mentions to Ryhalt, "If she ever wishes to make a piece that will fit here, I'd love to display it". Eyeing Rosalind, Mabelle grins, "Oh I like it. Do you call it, 'Someone ate this before'?"

Yuri halted in his stride a bit as his brow rose with a bit of curiosity laced and fit into his brow, though a charming smile crept up along his lips as he peered off to the easels, "...my, if I had known, I would have brought my own brush, though I see it is not necessary!"

Mabelle claps her hands and booms at Yuri, "STICKY FINGERS"

Yuri blinked rather long and hard at the woman, Mabelle, chuckling gently as he reached out his hand to stymie the assault, "I see! My Lady, I do see! Though I've sparring practice; is it fine to watch and converse?"

Large hazel green eyes light up as if they are smiling. Rosa grins as she tells Mabelle,"The cow snuck in the woods..." When more people come in, Rosa lifts a sticky hand. Flowers, bits of fruit, and--is that her hair, stuck to her skin. "Hello! Hi!"

Rowynna waves her fingers to Emberly when she's greeted, and turns in Caprices and does the same to her. "Oh. Goodness. Yes. Of course. And hello again, Messere Artiglio." She slips a bracelet from her wrist and slips it into a bag that hangs at her waist, and draws her hair forward over one shoulder, quicking weaving her long sable tresses into a braid. Once she's secured the end she flips it back and finds herself a seat and an easel that's quite close to Emberly. She doesn't have to contend with sleeves since they don't hang past her elbows and following the lead of the others she dips her fingers in the honey and lays down a base coat across the whole of her canvas. "How have you been, Lady Emberly? Well, I hope?"

Ryhalt sticks a slide of apple into the honey that Ivy has applied, earning a depreciating glance and some time as she peels it off and puts it in another place on the easel. To Caprice he says, "Mostly about the Aerie, though if you have been to the Bold Espressions a couple of the paintings there were done by her, I believe." He chuckles as she agrees about painting and music. "Luckily we aren't tasked with making music today or we'd all be deafened." He nods to Mabelle's offer. "She may, she tends towards whimsical animals, but I think she could be inspired by something that'd fit in a tree--whoa" Ryhalt cuts off with a laugh, catching some orange spritz as Ivy starts pushing oranges onto the easel.

Mabelle welcomes Yuri certainly, "Please of course, there's plenty to eat too if you are hungry. Are you new to the city? I am Lady Mabelle Laurent and this is Mistress Caprice Artiglio and there are some people of note here", she indicates Ryhalt, "Duke Farshaw and his daughter, for one". Pointing at the token chest, she invites people to take an apple.

Rowynna gets a scrumptious candied apple from DOOR TOKEN CHEST.

Merek gets a scrumptious candied apple from DOOR TOKEN CHEST.

Rosalind takes a scrumptious candied apple from DOOR TOKEN CHEST.

Emberly laughs deeply as she lifts a sticky finger up to touch the Princes lips, /almost/ she got so close to them before Rowynna joins and she grins a little as she adds some flowers to her painting. "Lady Rowynna Blackshore, this is Prince Grimgar Redrain." she introduces those nearby, "what a strange event no?" she asks as Rowynna covers her canvas in full with honey.. she giggles as she looks between them and then she dose lick her finger rather sensually shifting her tongue around a slender digit. "it really is good."

Grimgar glances to Mabelle and nods. "I did yes. It was quite fun even though I had to depart far too early. Grimgar Redrain, in case I did not introduce myself before." Looking back to Emberly he watches her fingers get sticky and grins merrily. "See Lady Emberly, its not so bad to get sticky is it?" His own fingures select different colors trying to create the image of a blooming flower in the colors of fire.

Mabelle checks composure at normal. Mabelle is successful.

Mabelle watches Emberly with a sharp glance before turning her eyes to Grimgar, smiling anew, "A pleasure to meet you, Prince Redrain. I do hope you are enjoying yourself as you did last time." She gives Caprice a reassuring squeeze of her hand, smiling to her as well.

To no one in particular, the tall Ravenseye introduces herself with a large smile on her freckled and scarred face. "Im Lady Rosalind or Rosa Ravenseye." She goes back using--an orange ro start making making clouds or something. "Nice to meet you."

Rowynna leans back a little on her seat at Emberly's introduction to her of Grimgar, and a half-smile curves her lips. "I would curtsey, you highness, but..." she holds up her hand and shows off the sticky state of her honey-covered fingers, then gestures to the white aeterna of her skirts. Her lower lip juts and she huffs a breath upwards to dislodge a strand of white hair that's flopped over her nose. She, apparently isn't going for pretty flowers or trees, that much is obvoius as she scoops a little red dye from a pot and smears it over the upper third of her canvase, using her fingers to drag through the mixture to give a watery swirled effect to the medium.

Yuri bowed his head gently to Mabelle and the lady she had introduced as Caprice, picking back up with a vibrant, toothy smile, "A pleasure, Lady Laurent, Lady Artiglio. I am Lord Yuri Tessere; ahh...not so new, but I have been further south for a good few months. The city is vibrant as ever, as I remember."

"I'm quite lucky indeed to see you twice in such a short amount of time," Caprice agrees to Rowynna, smile lingering as she turns back toward Ryhalt. "Ah! Yes, I've seen them. I was admiring the sunset painting earlier, in fact, while... well, possibly making a few of the patrons feel a bit awkward while I watched them for drawing practice. The color choice is superlative; I was especially enamored of the yellows. Romances on canvas."

Turning then, attentive to Yuri as introductions are made, she dips in a curtsey for him, "Welcome back to the city, Lord Tessere. I hope the trip was pleasant?"

Mabelle bows her head in return to Rowynna and Yuri, "Welcome back to the city then. I hope this light hearted occasoin will elevate the stress lingering about the city nowadays".

Emberly looks over to Ryhalt as Caprice speaks and she smiles a bit as she watches the paintings emerge, she tries to keep her fingers from mixing the colors too much.. carefully adding what she wants to her seascape. She looks over to Grimgar "ooh your fire flower is great!" she says to him before she looks to the Lady on her other side, "what is yours?" she wonders

Yuri pursed his brow a bit as he paced about, crossing his arms over his doublet as a nod of approval between Caprice and Mabelle, "Well, uneventful. The main roads leading through seem to be rather fine and smooth. Of course, the retinue cannot stop me from taking a gallop when I wish. I would much rather the freedom. It is no Fortezza di Iriscal but I enjoy the seaspray from time to time of Arx. In so many words, I am very much looking forward to the stay, this time around." He winked lightly to both ladies, peering off at the collection of imagery the painting evoked.

Ryhalt is held at bay by one sticky finger as Ivy figures out a way to get him to stop 'messing' with *her* painting. Chuckling, he watches her work between looking to Caprice as they converse. He chuckles some more at what she was doing while admiring the paintings, but smiles with real pleasure. "She'd be delighted to hear that. I tell her such things, too, but I am a bit biased to her talents. Maybe Ivy here will inherit the knack." That gets him a sticky poke of a honey-covered finger and he laughs. Leaning back to Ivy's easel, he smears some of the flowers along one edge, adding some color and provoking her to 'fix' his work again.

"I should have guessed that you would be here." Rowynna smiles to Caprice. "Being the artist that you are. Your's looks lovely, by the way." The same could possibly not be said of Rowynna's own creation, for having done with the red she starts to add blue. Fingers slide through the lower edges of the red, blending the two colours into a rich purple which she drags further down her honeyed canvas. "Oh hm..." she considers her work at Emberly's question. "I don't really know, not as yet. I'm painting from a picture I have in my head."

Mabelle has called for a check of luck at normal.
Emberly is successful.
TIE: Rosalind is marginally successful. Toffee, a fluffy pomeranian is marginally successful. Rowenova is marginally successful.
TIE: Taffy, a sweet and gentle Mistward Labrador is marginally successful. A beautiful songbird is marginally successful. Merek is marginally successful.
TIE: Caprice is marginally successful. Ryhalt is marginally successful.
2 Farshaw trained guards is marginally successful.
TIE: Rowynna is marginally successful. Connal, a Northern Wolfhound is marginally successful.
Honeymare marginally fails.
1 Ravenseye Warrior marginally fails.
TIE: Cupcake, a cookie girl fails. Grimgar fails. Sir Floppington the Soulful Hound fails.
Yuri fails.
2 Laurent trained guards fails.
Botch! Suzette - a Westrock Aerie Page is simply outclassed. This is monumentally beyond them and the result is ruinous.

Mabelle mentions aside to Yuri, "Fortezza de Iriscal is on my list of places to visit. It is a capital for fashion and I've very interested to merely sit and observe the people".

All seems to be going 'well' for the Farshaw painting until Suzette, Ryhalt's newest page comes running in to deliver a message. Someehow Suzette trips over a leg of one of the chairs, windmills in a failed attempt to catch her balance, and sends all the 'paints' they're using flying about the nearby area and toppling over the easel on top of herself. Ivy is not pleased. Laughing to Suzette's profuse apologies, he gets the gist of her message and ushers Ivy to a brand new easel. Fuming, Ivy sets to a new painting but there will probably be page prankage going on when they're all back at the Aerie.

Rowynna peeks around the edge of her easel and giggles at the unfortunate Suzette.

Mabelle is almost spiking a fever at the mess that goes around at the bee. Instead, she walks toward Ivy and murmurs something to her ear, pressing something to her stick hands. Its a consolation trophy.

Rosalind starts slapping some more honey and flowers on there. Orange peels. Grinning, she displays the masterpiece that Connal starts licking,"Ta da!"

Yuri meandered over to the drinks table, perusing for a moment before he turned to catch Mabelle's comment, "Really? You should do so now rather than later if you wish for some fine weather. Pack for a rather warm spring as you have never packed before! It is truly a hub for the fashion forward if you wish to place a spring in your step before all the ripe pickings funnel their way to Arx proper."

There's nothing mean in Caprice's applause for the dramatic entrance - she looks genuinely delighted by the mess - but then, she's merely a guest here! It's like handing a baby back to the parents when it starts to get fussy. "Yes! What a beautiful addition. Art is -rarely- pristine. And we can shut ourselves off to a lot of inspiration when we focus too much on getting something just right. Don't be afraid of mistakes; the best stories are not clean."

Emberly steps back as she eyes her painting though Suzette trips and she murmers something to her painting partners before she reaches for a cloth to clean her fingers. Her bird even hops into the paints eatting it and splattering paint across the canvas "ooooh thats actually pretty .. but enough, lets get you clean!" she wrangles her companion her eyes dancing.

Mabelle grins at Yuri for a moment, "In that case I should travel in winter when its more pleasant. I do adore winter fashion. All the furs", her eyes light up thinking about the furs she just stored for another year. Looking around the easels, Mabelle finds herself amused, "You will all make the butterflies very happy".

Ryhalt chuckles at Caprice's words. Still Suzette bow and slinks her way to finding stuff to help clean up the mess she's made. Ryhalt pats Ivy's head to try to soothe her temper as the second painting is turning out to be an angry mess of globs of oranges and reds. "Will we tell mommy that the butterflies are eating the sun?" He sounds amused by Ivy grumbles something under her breath, not even the trinket from Mabelle seems to make her happy since she seems to be trying to use it to help spread a honey mess all over on top of the oranges and reds already present. It's not helping.

Yuri chuckled gently, giving a headtip toward Mabelle as he measured out a respectable amount of wine from the table to funnel into his glass, "Winter only? Well, I will not dismiss your keen eye, my Lady. A plush and inviting fur is a luxury much too envious to pass upon. Summer gowns and spring dresses seem to be the idle chatter of the gang I tended to keep my days and evenings with. Though, much of that raucous bunch took interest in the lovely ladies wearing the fine pieces than the pieces themselves. The musings of a casanova, mm?" The lord smiled in a sort of longing remembrance, pulling the glass up to his lips for a fine sip.

Rowynna adds black dye to the mix on her canvas, flicking her fingers forward to send splatters of darkness that bleed and melt though the lighter colours. A smoosh of her hand swiping from left to right across the width creates the final layer of inky darkness to the bottom third, and she gives a satisfied nod at the effect she obtains. Her fingers work as if of their own accord without will or direction from Rowynna herself, and she reaches for the apple on the stand closest to her, taking a quick sharp bite of its flesh. "What do you think?" she asks of Emberly, or indeed anyone else that's close enough to glance at her work.

Rosalind sets her forest of food down and waves to everyone. "Was nice to meet you all and things! I should go jump in the river now,"grinning. "Enjoy my forest of food!"

Rosalind has left the an ornate bar with velvet padded seats .

Connal, a Northern Wolfhound, Honeymare, 1 Ravenseye Warrior leave, following Rosalind.

Mabelle smiles entertainedly to Rosalind, "I might follow you, thank you for coming". Her eyes widen at the view of Ryhalt and Ivy and that gold trophy being used as a tool. "Might be time for that apple, Duke Farshaw". She peeks around at the other canvases and returns her attention to Yuri, "Are you really looking at the piece? I am. I try to keep myself on top of the fashion scene of Arx, if not Arvum".

Ryhalt chuckles and nods in agreement to Mabelle. Suzette tries to make an apology by fetching one of the applies and offering it to Ivy. Ivy is torn, but accepts it with a grudging, very grudging forgiveness. She eats the candied apple while poking more 'paint' onto the painting. Ryhalt glances over to Rowynna's work and says, "It's striking." He smiles to her before looking back to Ivy and making sure most of her paint gets to the easel.

Emberly tilts her head as Mabelle talks about fashion "indeed you are M'lady." she praises "thank you for such a fun event, I thank you for such fun." she pauses looking to her fingers of sticky stuff. She looks tempted to lick it all off but she looks around as if to see how the others are dealing with their hands being sticky. "Perhaps Rosalind had it right, a quick dip in the house springs." her eyes look over to Ryhalt then as she grins, "Ivy, I love your piece.."

Yuri chuckled gently, glancing about as he shrugged with an honest smile creeping up, "I mean...they are nice pieces, but I sometimes find myself erring. A artfully crafted piece is only enhanced by the model wearing it. Many a commission have been made with that sentiment in mind. Gowns and dresses are tailored to the particular curve of a woman; how she finds her stride in the piece. Most tailors of Iriscal have this keen eye. It becomes almost something of a gift, I feel." He imbibed again, peering over to Emberly as she spoke and he took a moment to admire the paintings.

Mabelle amuses herself with a sideway glance toward Ivy, "Straight to the water this one, or Duchess Farshaw will never let me hear the end of it", she winks to Ryhalt. Rowynna earns a praise as well, "I quite like it. You might try to recreate it from less..messy materials. You are all welcome to take your pieces, but as they will likely decay, probably best to leave it to the butterflies". Mabelle's head is inclined in a cool nod toward Emberlyn as she turns her attention to Yuri, "Are you a tailor then?"

Caprice is probably not listening in on Yuri's conversation. Or at least she's trying very hard not to appear like she's eavesdropping. As a few of the sticky painters prepare to leave, she escorts them companionably towards the door before drifting back to do at least a little pitching in with the clean up. Specifically, in helping prepare a few warmed wash towels.

Ryhalt gets a scrumptious candied apple from DOOR TOKEN CHEST.

Rowynna smiles at Rylan and Mabelle. "Thank you. This was tremendous fun." She adds a another flourish to the swirls with her fingers and picks up a cloth to wipe the sticky mess from her digits. She looks with satisfaction at her work, the shadows and forms that are created deep within the textures. There's depth of darkness to the bottom right hand corner as if something creeps from the inky black with tentacles formed where her fingers have slid that reach towards the bloody redness above.

"Me? Oh, no no," Yuri gestured to himself, giving a furtive shake of his head as he placed his wine glass down on a nearby table for a resting posture, "Not that I am besmirching the vocation, no no. I can cross stitch with the best of them, less my mother come into the city upon horseback and beat me over the head. How dare I forget her diligent handiwork. I watched mostly, in my youth. It was a way for my mother to make me more attentive and knowledge of what Tessere stands for to the Compact. I was more into fencing, personally." The lord briefly caught a glance from Caprice, giving her a short nod and a quiet, 'how do you do?' before turning his attentions back.

Ivy thanks Emberly for her compliment at his prompting and Ryhalt smiles to Emberly. Eating the apple seems to have slowly helped Ivy's mood and she gives up on the painting since it's difficult to do and eat. "Thank you for the fun, Lady Mabelle and Caprice." Ryhalt smiles to the hosts. To Mabelle's suggestion he glances at Ivy and himself, chuckling. "She's going to wonder how we managed to get *this* sticky. There's a little disagreement over leaving the painting to the butterflies, but he convinces Ivy that the butterflies and critters in the gardens would love it and they would take mommy over to see it. Saying last farewells, he heads home to get all of them presentable again.

Blood drains from Rowynna's cheeks and she splats her hand to the corner before anyone else can see what she's painted.

Rowynna is overheard praising Mabelle.

Mabelle smiles to Caprice, "It was a pleasure to co host with you, oh muse of Jayus. Look at all the beauty you've inspired". She bows her her to Rowynna as she leaves, "I am pleased you have enjoyed yourself, and welcome to the city - Again". Ivy gets a sticky ruffle of her curls as she moves to leave with her father and Yuri is advised that, "Well, both of them uses needles. of Various sizes.

A beautiful songbird leaves, following Emberly.