Not much has been done to make the Dancing Feather party-ready, it's pretty much exactly what it needs to be. The bar is open to all on Medeia's tab, musicians are set up to provide lively tunes for dancing, and a chair of honor has been set at the edge of the dancefloor for Ciro.

Medeia is already mingling with a glass of white wine in hand, backless duskweave dress swirling around her as she moves.

1 Inverno Ensign, 1 Inverno Captain, Cornelius, a studious looking attendant arrive, following Tyche.

It might be early to start drinking, but it's something other than being at home and buried in papers, and... well, it's an excuse for Patrizio to be away from his desk and contemplating matters less weighty. And to drink. Which also requires his escort to be waiting at a table /by the door/, so tha the can meander over briefly to the bar to get himself a glass of Setarco Fire as befits such a party, and he lingers back, getting a bit of a feel for the tone...

Arriving near to that time of the party almost late to his own party comes Ciro, The man moving a bit more slowly than normal but better than he had been the day before. The Seraceni Lord clearly taking it easy and listening to healers orders not wanting to incur the wrath of Neve or Medeia. The door is eased open and Ciro looks the place over, a warm smile spilling along the soft curve of his lips as he gives a little whistle, "Deia, you now know I am gonna have to get your help when I throw something right?" A glance given her way as he slowly works through the feather heading to obtain a drink.

Braxas checks charm and performance at normal. Braxas is successful.

Mabelle is not one to shy from an afternoon party, especially if it involves rum and distilleries and pirates. Clad in a perfectly white Saturday dress that sparkles around the belt, she saunters in flashing smiles to all the familiar face she knows, bowing her head to the hosts, "Lady Eswynd, Lord Seraceni, merry afternoon".

Dancing, lots of people, probably lots of bawdy humor and/or innuendo? None of these things are typically successful at luring Rhue out of the gardens! But here she is, and- oh whew. Drinks. She makes a beeline for the bar while keeping an eye out for the man of the hour.

Norah may look and feel out of place in a Pravosi tavern, but she does her best to be tall and confident. She is, after all, here to support Medeia. She smiles warmly at Ciro. "Congratulations, Lord Ciro. Well done, on all counts."

In through the doors of the Dancing Feather come braxas and his ever constant companion, his lute. The giant bard is dressed in silks and leather in black and red looking elegant even in the simple attire. The music he brings with him curtesy of his instrument is swift and upbeat, dizzy celebration music that is played with quick fingers as the bard ducks his head and drifts in the door,

Rupert, the Laurent Archivist, 2 Valardin Knights arrive, following Cristoph.

With an entourage of six guards to ensure she safely walks... around the corner and down the street, Princess Adrienne Pravus finds the Dancing Feather lively on her arrival. Approval in her pale and golden eyes, she finds her way to Medeia and Ciro, cutting through the mingling crowds with royalty's absent-minded impudence. "I wanted to step in to share my congratulations, Lord Ciro. I'll confess that I had thought this would be an engagement party. Still. We're blessed to have you and are grateful for everything House Seraceni does for the Compact." Her gaze fixes next on Medeia. "You are becoming quite the socialite, Lady Medeia. We're taking advantage of your generosity, and happily so." With a respectful and warm tilt of her head, Adrienne retreats just as readily to allow the host and hostess their time with the other guests.

Calla doesn't want to be late to this particular party, in which she's decided to arrive dressed in her purple and wine red gown of seasilk, a flash of green ribbon peeking out of her hair. She arrives shortly after Ciro, and heads over to greet him just in time to hear his words to Medeia. "She's really good at it, and one day we will have my party at the estate. Maybe wait till after the war though at this rate." She smiles and goes in for a hug with Medeia, before turning to Ciro to place a chaste kiss to his cheek before pulling back with a smile. "Congratulations indeed Ciro." She says, eyes dancing slightly before letting her gaze wander to see who else is there.

Ciro checks composure at normal. Ciro is successful.

Adrienne has joined the Small Quiet Table.

Tyche easily drifts in with the crowds, her summer silks flitting about her in gossamer panels, her hair swept up off her shoulders to be held in a loose bun, and a smile at her lips before she even takes note of the revelry. The warmth will do that to a woman of the south - bring an easy cheer to her demeanor. She pauses, however, inside the door to send off a message, quick and short, and then she waits. And waits. A slender hand plucks up a glass from a passing server, undiscerning of the contents, and she holds it aloft as dark eyes scan the crowds. She spies Adrienne easily, cup lifted in greeting, but still she lingers by the door.

Winter, A Highhill Puppy arrives, following Kiera.

Patrizio bides his time for a few moments, as the tide seems to be coming in to go speak with the guest of honour and the hostess of the fete. Lingering by the bar, he takes a sip or two of his drink before there's the easy prowl in the direction of the gaggle, the jade eyes briefly alighting on a few more of the familiar faces.

Dio arrives in the Dancing Feather with Owen, who looks miserable, and Anne, who looks to be having the time of her life. Sorrounding them is a horde of Seraceni pirates and cutthroats eager to test the depths of Medeia's pockets at the bar.

"And that's when Lord Ciro said, 'Lady is what we all the dog, My Lord.'" Whatever distasteful story Dio had been telling brings a roar of laughter from the pirates. "Drink up, Mates!" he says, before separating from the pack and making his way to Ciro, Medeia, Norah and the resplendent Mabelle Laurent. "Congratulations, Ciro," he says with a quiet sincerity to his cousin, laying a hand on the man's shoulder. Turning then to Medeia, he says, "This was an excellent idea, My Lady. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to celebrate Ciro's talents and accomplishments." At Adrienne's words with regard to Seraceni, Dio moves to to the bar to find some rum and hide the immense pride that spreads across his features.

When Cristoph arrives at this establishment, he mostly looks impressed with himself for finding it. This success is shared not only with himself but the two guards and assistant that accompanied him. There's very much an air of 'yay, we did it' between the four men. Then he's shooing them to find something to do that isn't hovering around him. He looks around the crowds until he spots on person in particular and drifts ever so casually toward Tyche. He extends his arm to her, "Marquessa Inverno." Then he's bowing his head somewhat so that he can speak to her in low tones before straightening up once again. "This event looks lovely."

Neve steps in looking about. She hands her bow and quiver to her guard. "Here..you hang onto these..you can drink though!" She moves to the bar with her guard "We'll pay for what he wants as..wait what? Lady Medeia is paying? Well..he'll have doubly as much then! And I'll have peach wine please. And whiskey and a rum for him." She raises her arms up clasping hr hands, wiggling her hips around with a laugh "It's a party! A dance party! So it's time let loose, drink, and wiggle jigglybits and jigglybits to wiggle! In dance, wine women and song! And hey! I'm a woman! I'm having wine! I don't sing though."

Haakon stands near to Norah as she tells Ciro 'well done on a counts'. "He a count, now?" the Prodigal reaver mutters, likely being deliberately obtuse. He eyes the hostess for a long moment before regarding the remainder of the room with a slow look a d a long swallow if the drink in hand.

Khaavren, a dutiful assistant, 2 Redrain Guards, Stompy arrive, following Gwenna.

"Prince Patrizio, I'm glad to see you not working," Medeia says as she sees him, offering a warm smile. She winks at Ciro and points out the chair for him, "There is where you /don't dance today." The words are teasing, but there's a physician's sternness in her eyes. "Lady Mabelle, welcome! Princess Adrienne, radiant as ever. Taking advantage of my generosity? No. Never." When she sees Calla, she gives her friend a hug and agrees, "Mm, after, probably." A wave is sent in Tyche's direction before dipping her head to Dio. "I like to celebrate my friends, Marquis."

Mabelle wiggles her fingers to Tyche and Cristoph as she lingers by the bar, surprised to see her Duke here, and then, why is she? Never gets a wave as well and she compliments Medeia, "It looks wonderfully happy, thank you for hosting". Dio captures her attention for a lingering moment and she greets him with her glass of rum, "Marquis"

Patrizio offers up a chuckle to Medeia when she's addressing him so about it. "Heavy is the head. I suppose I could've declined when Bas asked me, but when fate comes calling, you don't say no." There's a playful twinkle to the jade eyes when he's insisting upon it, before the cup's lifted briefly to Ciro as well, since he's drawn close. "Congratulations on your endeavour, and the elevation, my lord. May both bring you credit for a long time to come."

Tyche spies Cristoph before she hears him, and so his words win another brilliant smile after the one she gave him simply for his arrival. "Duke Laurent," she greets him, as she slips to his side, a hand easily hooking in his arm. "So good of you to come on such short notice," she remarks with a flicker of amusement to those dark eyes. "Come, you know the Princess Adrienne, yes? She was once one of yours, and now she's mine." Her words are quiet, shared in a conspiratorial air with the Honey Duke. Something else is whispered even more quietly as she lifts her glass to Mabelle and begins to guide the pair of them toward Adrienne's table.

Sirra, a very quiet maid, an indeterminate number of cats, 3 House Mazetti Guardians, Lance, a rebellious swan that likes to headbutt arrive, following Alessia.

While she may be dressed in what passes for armor, Gwenna is certainly not here to fight. A bit later than fashionably so, the Redrain has a cheerful smile tugging up the corners of her mouth as she enters. A few familiar faces seem to broaden that smile and she ventures further in to fetch herself a drink before dipping into proper greetings.

Norah chuckles low at Haakon's words. "No, I told him he did multiple Counts well," she retorts. "Do you think we will see you dancing today?" she asks, eyes sparkling with amusement. She bows her head gracefully to Dio. "Well met, my lord. And yes, our Medeia is full of marvelous ideas."

Braxas drifts around the room, playing his lute in that upbeat ear catching tune. It flits and zips through the room uplifting and merry. The giant of a man with his long black hair props against the center of the bar and lets the tune work its magic till the end.

Ciro had just found his way over to Medeia to hunt up a drink for himself when Mabelle comes over to offer her greeting. Ciro's eyes dancing with amusement and warmth clearly touched by the party and enjoying himself. "Thank you Lady Laurent, Do get a drink and enjoy yourself. We will have to dance another time though. I may get smacked if I would dare dream of it even..today at least." A sidelong glance given to Medeia at the last part before his gaze flits over the room almost as if seeking out the other healer who had leveled a threat of smacking should he dance. When Norah moves to offer her greeting and showing her support of Medeia Ciro's head dips respectfully to her, "Thank you Marquessa Eswynd, Glad you could make it. We will have to have another lesson soon, Though you might need to come to me for it." The man telling her. It's when Adri moves through to offer her own words of warmth and congratulations only to mention an engagement party that Ciro takes a breath and YES he manages to not blush or go into a panic. A subtle shake of his head given, "No nothing so grand as that yet. That would require me to have courted someone and for my cousin to think they can keep me in line." The man giving a quick playful wink as he tells her that last bit, "Thank you though, And of course you will be invited to /that/ party should there be one." With Calla's arrrival and her moving to offer the greeting there is a look of fondness given to the woman. The man leaning in to accept that kiss to his cheek only to suddenly turn his head to take it with his lips as a wicked grin settles along his lips. Leaning back he looks to her telling her, "Thank you Siren, And I am sure the party at your home will be just as grand."

The music draws Adrienne, who finds a seat at a relatively quiet corner near the stage. There's an odd hesitation when she sits, a brief and surprised pause, before she fully settles. It is courteously that she greets Tyche and Cristoph, hands folding on the edge of the table. "Duke Cristoph Laurent. I wish you had told me you'd come. It's been too long. Won't you please join me?" Something speculative flits through Adrienne's eyes as she studies Tyche. "Hello, Marquessa. You will be outnumbered. Did she tell you that we went for a ride, Cristoph?"

Mabelle almost squeals when she sees Gwenna and yet composes herself because she's a lady and all. Her smile for the Princess is huge however and she calls for her, "Cousin!". She spies Ciro on the side and winks to him, "I will save you room in my none existing dance card". She beelines toward Adrienne's table where all the Oathlanders are and ask oh so politely, "Mind if I join you?"

Rhue waits her turn at the bar a little too well. Suddenly in a queue instead of next to be served, she shifts aside to make more room and looks out at the rapidly-filling space. She tugs lightly at her collar and visually maps out the shortest route back to the door.

With a twitch of her lips, Adrienne adds with Mabelle's arrival. "/Very/ outnumbered. It is good to see you well, Mabelle." She inclines her head, inviting Mabelle to also sit.

Dio smiles in response to Medeia's remark, and nods in agreement with Norah. He says to Medeia, "I've begun to count your friendship as Seraceni's most valuable treasure." The bartender passes him a glass of rum, and he turns to Mabelle, offering a bow of his head. "It is always a pleasure, Lady Mabelle." His dark eyes pass with avarice over her jewelery, and he holds out his glass to touch it to hers. "To Lord Ciro, his accomplishments, his good company, and his discretion, in not yet burning down my manor."

And if Cristoph must walk closely to Tyche while she hooks into his arm, it's because he needs that lack of distance in order to make sure she can hear him over the conversation of the party. He lifts his chin and waves with his free hand when he spots Mabelle, "Cousin. Nice to see you here." Then they're on their way to Adrienne and for that he has a chuckle. "I suppose, in a manner of speaking. Ah, here she is. Good day, Princess Adrienne. My arrival today is rather impromptu," an amused glance is cast to the woman at his side. "I didn't realize I would be here until about thirty minutes or so ago. But I'm glad to see you as well. How have you been-- and no, she didn't mention you went for a ride already." But perhaps he knew something of it!

When Ciro so mischievously turns his head into her kiss, Calla giggles softly as her cheeks grow a bit pink. "You're incorrigeable." She accuses him, giggling further at the idea that this might be an engagement party. "Would have to be a uniquely talented woman who'd be able to take you on as your wife." She teases before a certain voice and pattern of speech catches her attention. She turns to find the Greenmarch lady with a smile. "Neve!" She calls before waving and making her way over to the other woman. "You came." And with a giggle she wraps her up in a tight hug if she'll let her.

So it appears that there is a party in the Dancing Feather, so Alessia ventures over to the venue, glancing about curiously. Her eyes liven when she sees familiar faces before her attention shifts to Medeia. "Wonderful venue to host the party." She says with a warm smile when she approaches the woman, her eyes scanning the surroundings, possibly in search of Ciro. "Who do I offer my well wishes to?"

Mira, an assistant investigator, 2 Whitehawk Guards leave, following Rhue.

Medeia siles and raises her glass in the direction of Norah and Haakon as she continues the mingling. With a laugh to Patrizio she shakes her head. "Your highness, does /any/one say 'no' to Prince Sebastian?" A quick glance aside as she hears talk of dancing and Ciro makes her frown. "Ciro is /not/ allowed to dance today. Physician's orders." But Dio's comment brings a blush to her cheeks. "Oh. Marquis Dio, don't be ridiculous." Her hand waves away the compliment, but the smile she gives him is full of gratitude. As she's turning away, she spots Cristoph and gives a polite wave before hearing Alessia. "Lady Alessia! Isn't it? Good to see you." SHe points at Ciro. "Lord Ciro Seraceni is the man of the hour."

Mabelle touches Dio's glass amusedly, "Give him time. You have been well, I hope? I'm glad your house is filling up", she notes to him and lowers her drink to Adrienne't table, "I like outnumbering people. Where did you go on a ride?", she assumes we refers to Tyche and Adrienne, winking to Cristoph, "Good to see you cousin". Spying the entry for still more visitors, she waves to Alessia.

Mabelle has joined the Small Quiet Table.

"I thrive when people believe the odds are in their favor," Tyche replies to the fact that she is surrounded by Oathlanders. A small squeeze of Cristoph's arm when the talk of riding is made and she grins, "We did. The princess is quite patient in her instruction," she smiles to the woman, and then slips her hand from Cristoph's arm to claim a chair. Her rum is placed on the table, still unsipped, and she spares a moment to scan the Dancing Feather. "Quite the party to celebrate Lord Ciro. He seems to be taking the city by storm." Her gaze settles on the man of the hour for a moment, an if she catches his eye, she will lift her brows expectantly, but then her attention returns to the Oathlanders she has chosen for her companions this evening.

Tyche has joined the Small Quiet Table.

Cristoph has joined the Small Quiet Table.

Gwenna's face lights up when she hears Mabelle's familiar voice. "Cousin!" The word is returned in a delighted voice and, with drink in hand, the Redrain makes her way to follow the Laurent. This, it appears, brings her close to her other cousin, Princess Adrienne, and Marquessa Tyche. She dips her head politely in greeting, smile still set in place. "Hello everyone. What's this about being outnumbered," she wonders with some amusement in her tone.

"Gods, let us find that woman," Dio mutters to Calla with a grin. When Calla calls out to Neve, Dio raises an eyebrow. "Ah, well met, My Lady. I believe you made me an offer, and I should like to accept should it stand."

"No dancing at all for Lord Ciro? I can't even take him out for a leisurely trot around the dance floor?" Norah asks Medeia, affecting a bit of a pout.

"Princess Gwenna," Tyche's smile is quick when she spies the Redrain, and she dips her chin in greeting. "I think you actually play for their team," she sweeps a hand around at the three Oathlanders seated with her. "With your Laurent lineage. I am feeling more and more overwhelmed, and I love it."

6 First Legion Centurions arrives, following Allegra.

When he take that kiss from Calla with his lips rather than cheek only to hear her comment on being incorrigeable the man grins giving a quick wink, "You already knew that I thought?" The man teasing bac. When he hears from Mabelle her words on dance card spots being saved he dips his head to her, "Look forward to it Lady Laurent." His eyes briefly following her moements only to catch the sound of Dio's offered toast. Ciro is quick to take up a glass raising it as he calls out in response. "Give it time cousin, The day is young." The man pointing out with a hint of mischief in his tone. Finally spotting Neve he makes his way over to greet the woman, "Seems you have assistance in beating me if I dance." The man musing before motioning to Medeia, "She.. will hold me so you can smack me I am pretty sure." A warmth showing as he speaks with Neve before offering up his hand to her. "I am glad you could make it." When he hears Norah take up for him on dance Ciro's left hand moves to ease his tunic up bringing a small wince revealing the darker bruising along his side working towards his back. "Nope.. No dancing for me." His focus turning away only to find a messenger.

"Gwenna?" asks Adrienne, surprised and genuinely pleased to see the Redrain princess. "Marquessa Tyche is putting to the test the theory that one Lycene requires three Oathlanders for balance. Won't you add to the mix?"

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

"I wouldn't know. You'd have to ask Adrienne, but I suspect refusals to him come mostly in the matter of imbibing." That impish laugh slides from Patrizio when he's contemplating the matter - and taking another slug of the Fire that's in his hand - before he's sketching a bow and retreating indeed in the direction of one of the quieter tables, all with a glance at the bard playing his lute.

Haakon rumbles with flat humor, "He still dances around subjects easy enough. Fair piece of luck his tongue weren't wounded."

Kiera ventures into the crowded room with a curious gaza happy to see more people have made the trip from the valardin, though she seems to be wonding if she is the only one not to met the guest of honor

Mabelle practically beams at Gwenna, "I have not seen you in years. I'm not even joking. Years. And you live ... minutes from us, shame on both of us!". She laughs then, teases Tyche, "We'll make a decent woman out of you yet". Mabelle then turns to Ciro, calling back and actually teases Dio, "I'd say you'd have to fight your Marquis for it, but recently, he's not putting up a fight", she winks to both men before returning to taunt Tyche.

"Ah." Alessia eyes finally lock on Ciro and she lifts her hand with a wave. "Congratulations, on all of your luck, Lord Seraceni." She says simply, not knowing the specifics of course. Then she's heading over to the small table with a brightened smile. "Belle. Duke Cristoph, your highness. Marquessa Tyche, it has been far too long. I'm remiss, I've missed your company. I was thinking on your book the other day." She chuckles before sitting down.

Alessia has joined the Small Quiet Table.

While exchanging hellos, Cristoph lifts a hand to return Medeia's polite greeting from across the room. It's a quick lift of his hand and then he's pulling out the seat adjacent to Tyche's and settling in. "He's a cousin or sibling to Marquis Dio?" he wonders, his eyes flitting in that direction before he returns his attentions to the others at their table. "Gwenna!" The woman's name is spoken warmly when he spots her and he turns to Tyche to remark cheerfully, "There are a lot of Laurents all over the city." At Alessia's joining, he turns a polite smile on the woman. "Lady Mazetti."

It was seldom that Allegra ever visited the Dancing feather, if ever, but this was certainly a reason to do so. She enters without much attention, slipping into the room and making her way to the wall for now to ake in who is present and possibly a place to sit, her cane tapping lightly on the floor as she does so.

Gwenna has joined the Small Quiet Table.

"Oh gods, /that/ book," Tyche laughs at the memory Alessia brings to the forefront of her mind. "Thinking about those early months in the city make me want to chuck that book, and most of its characters, into a fire." The amusement settles into a grin, and she murmurs, "So good to see you again, Lady Alessia. It seems the both of us have found our days more occupied by matters of importance of late." When Cristoph speaks of the Laurents around the city, both of her brows lift and she gestures to the Mazetti, "She is not one, is she?"

"My business partner decided he should injure himself and need physician's attention late last evening," Medeia replies to Norah, "However, I may be willing to make one exception for /you/, Marquessa." Turning back to Patrizio, she laughs softly and glances in Adrienne's direction. Catching the princess' eye, she smiles brightly, eyebrows raising. Current glass of wine finished, she makes her way to the bar for a refill.

Calla giggles at Dio's reply, nodding her head in agreement. "I'm sure she exists somewhere. You just have to find her." Then to Ciro, she smirks, "I do, and it's one of the things I like about you." She adds a little wink for that.

There's a quick laugh from Gwenna at Tyche's words and the Redrain gives another quick dip of her head. "Half Laurent, indeed, and thus part of the other team," is agreed, that flicker of good-humor still in her tone. Another inclination of her head, this time to Adrienne before she moves to join the table. "I would be honored and delighted, thank you. I hope everyone is well?" Smoothing out her top as she gets comfortable, her head bobs a couple of times to Mabelle. "Decades almost! Or so it feels. We will have to be better about getting together, truly." She beams wide at the Laurent Duke's greeting and her tone is hopefully as warm as his. "Cristoph! You, as well, I feel like I rarely manage to catch up with. I think, actually, the last time we saw each other was here." She smiles to Alessia as she joins as well.

Norah winces sympathetically at Ciro's bruising. "Another time then," she says politely. She grins at Medeia. "I'm sure someone will dance with me, even if Lord Ciro cannot."

Neve smiles brightly "Baroness!" She wraps her arms around her in a hug, pressing a touch of lips to hers with a soft little nuzzle of her nose to the other woman's, and when she disengages the hug she draws her fingertips over Calla's arms from shoulders to fingerips with a soft smile and a soft pink to her cheeks. "Of course. It's..really so busy in here though, there's so much chatter and talking that my head is spinning. We didn't have things like this when we were in the forest. It was more the trees talking, a soft rustling, birds, and we would kill the occasional incursion person. But beyond the killing it was quite peaceful. Except when pappa Muiryn would wrestle bears, they would growl and get angry. He didn't care. I wished he wouldn't do that, but that's like telling..that's like telling a Ciro not to dance. He's going to anyway probably, he just won't tell you about it. Because he's got dancy-feet. Hee..Lord Dancyfeet."

Neve reaches over and thwaps Ciro in the back of his head lightly giving him a pouty frown. "You know your going to dance the moment that we're not looking. Even though you were told not to. It needs to be light, no twisting. No lifting. And I mean it, dancyfeet! And after you will immediately go to the baths and soak for a while and be easy. This is not taking it easy, but if your going to do it anyway - no showy-showy-show-show stuff."

Neve looks at Dio "Oh! Your the criminal guy in his own home! Princess Sorrel is a lovley woman, she is a dear! I'm sorry she called you a criminal and bad things. But it's okay, we all have our bad moments. I got scolded so many times for climbing up other people's walls and fences. I mean, if your going to put it up - don't you expect someone would climb it? But no, a wall is to keep people out - not for setting your tush on. Who Knew? Well..I guess everyone knew. Except for me. But I know now! Though..I still want to do it." She opens her arms for Dio "C'mon in here and get a hug, you silly wonderful snugly criminal you!"

Mabelle squeezes Alessia's shoulders for a moment, "My favorite Mazetti. I only know you. Well and your Duke. You're still my favorite. Now what book? Is is a naughty book? We havent had one dropped in our halls for months!", she laughs also at Cristoph's comment, "Yes, mainly little Laurents, the type that squeal and cry half the night", she eyes her Duke with a warm smile. Her other arm reaches toward Gwenna, embracing her gently and pecking her cheek, "I truly have missed you", she sounds candid. She then seems to wink to Adrienne after nothing in particular.

Adrienne, no drink in hand, meets Medeia's toast with fond but narrowed-eyed caution. Noticing Dio, she beckons for the Marquis's attention for a moment. 'A question' she mouths.

Bartolomeo, protege of Signora Lauretta Tessere arrives, following Yuri.

Patrizio has joined the Small Quiet Table.

Norah has joined the Small Quiet Table.

"It feels like it's been so long since then. A couple years or... three years." Alessia says, shaking her head at the length of time. "Ah, but these things are always quite funny in hindsight. You shouldn't be ashamed, the mark of a good book is that it draws the readers in from the get go. You have a talent." She grins before shaking her head, nodding at Adrienne's words. "I'm not a Laurent. Though one of the Velenosan cousins married into Mazetti." She waggles her finger to show off the ring. Which is literally just the ring she always wears. But now it's a wedding ring apparently. "Princess Gwenna." She says warmly to the Redrain in greeting. "You've never met Strozz? He's out and about often?" She turns to Mabelle.

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

After what appears to be a moment of careful consideration, Allegra makes her way towards the hearth seating, lowering herself into a seat and placing her cane upon the floor. Her hands fold upon the table and she offers a smile to the room, semingly content for now and perhaps mingling with those gathered shortly.

Allegra has joined the by the bear claw hearth.

When Mabelle calls out in response Dio not seeking out her dance card slot there is a chuckle from Ciro as he calls back, "Visit sometime and I can hide you in his closet. Oh you'll get your dance." The man playfully offering, the devious glint in his grey gaze showing he may actually help with such a thing. When offered further congratulations by Alessia, His glass of rum raised high to salute her, "Thanks, though not sure much luck was involved. Just my lips and tongue, and a bit of time." The man not seeming to notice or care how some might interpret such words. When Neve thwaps him he blinks looking to her in surprise, "Hey I wasn't even.." Falling silent he listens to her grinning, "No dancing and no tushy I know.. I remember." The man winking before he chuckles when she offers his cousin a hug, "He gets the hug and I get hit, I see how it is." The man teasing Neve briefly before making his way away from the woman and Calla to go find a spot to sit and do as told..take it easy.

Ciro has joined the by the bear claw hearth.

Haakon drinks when a toast is offered, content to listen in lieu of talking. And also to look over the hostess, without any attempt at subtlety.

Haakon has joined the Central Bar.

Mabelle tisks aside at Ciro, "Hide me in the closet? I should be sitting on a pedestall", she winks to him from the table.

"It was, Gwenna! It was the night I decided it would be a good idea to take Eadric out for some culture." Cristoph's tone seems to indicate mistakes were made that night, but he doesn't follow up on elaborating what it was like taking a small child to a night of culture. Everyone can just guess! "No, I don't believe Lady Mazetti is related to us. But it's hard to keep track sometimes, who knows." Cristoph flags a server down for some wine, which he plucks off of the tray and takes an initial sip from. "One of the Mazetti cousins married into Clement, if I'm not mistaken. Baron Norwood is close enough that he might as well be blood at this point."

Dio shakes his head at Mabelle and Ciro, taking a drink of rum. Turning to Calla he says laughingly, "I just must be careful not to find one who will pour oil on his fire." Dio blinks at Neve, but a slow grin spreads across his features, and he steps into her arms for a hug. "Watch your coins, Love," he says softly to her with a wink.

When Adrienne catches his attention, Dio bows to Neve, and steps to the side of Adrienne. He touches his beard thoughtfully, and glances towards Anne before bending down to exchange some quiet words with the Pravosi princess.

Kiera wonders over in ciro's direction, once she gathers from the flow of conversation exactly who the man is and waits patiently until the man should turn in her direction and drps a curtsey "Pardon My lord youu seemed like a man whose aquaintence i should make. lady kiera wyvernheart

Calla giggles as Neve comes in for that kiss, blush deepening as she tries to keep up with everything the Lady is saying at once, her fingers hooking Neve's when they draw down close enough to reach. "Yeah, it's busy here, but I kind of like that it when it's busy, it's a great atmosphere for dancing indeed." She winces when Neve then smacks Ciro, though she does wear a little smirk. "I will come keep you company if you want." She offers him as he goes to finally find a seat. Then she watches the interaction between Neve and Dio and then steps out of the way when they go in for that hug.

Calla has joined the by the bear claw hearth.

A break in the music gives Medeia an opportunity to pop onto the stage and make a speech. She surveys the crowd, grinning in delight. "Thank you all for coming today! It is my absolute pleasure to be here, celebrating the accomplishment of my darling friend, Lord Ciro Seraceni!" Her hands both gesture in the man's direction. "Recently, he has begun working toward his goal of running a distillery by first acquiring one. And, even more recently, the man's good work has earned him the honor of being named Minister of Loyalty for House Seraceni by his cousin Marquis Dio!" A quick glance at Dio, with a smirk, has her saying, "I still question your judgment, Marquis." A wink. "But, in all seriousness, friends, Ciro deserves all the congratulations on his achievements. And, one last thing," Her eyes skim the crowd again, her happiness sincere, before saying, "The distillery needs a new name. Please tell me any suggestions you have! One of them will be chosen."

Allegra smiles to Ciro as he join her table at leas for the moment, tilting her head to the side before speaking. "Well Lord Ciro...all of this for you. Apparently you are somewhat of a big deal now." There is a hint of teasing in her words. "Well deserved indeed. Fortune smiles upon you and I hope it continues to do so."

When Calla makes that offer to join Ciro looks to her nodding, "I would like that, I will save a few spots." His eyes briefly flitting to Neve as if to show what he meant. Moments later he turns and heads over to the table near the hearth spotting Allegra sitting alone. The man moving to join her table easing down into a seat as he offers a warm smile, "Princess little rose, You came." The man's words brimming with warmth and holding a welcoming tone. His mug raised to her before hearing his name he looks over to catch sight of Medeia. The words from Allegra have him chuckling as he looks back to her, "One can only hope, And no not a big deal. Between us, any excuse to party before the days to come should be snatched up. Be it a ministry position or a fine new treasure found. Gives us something to hold onto when darker times come."

Dio is overheard praising Ciro: A lord of charm and intelligence beloved by the people of Ischia! Congratulations, Ciro!

Norah is overheard praising Ciro.

Norah is overheard praising Medeia.

Yuri seemed to have slipped in with the last of the guests, sporting a jovial smile. Up until the point that his man, Bartolomeo, and he stepped through the threshold at the same time. Stuck again. The two shifted inconspicuously, at least they believed. Yuri grew cross, shooting daggers at the portly man before he finally shifted his weight through after the servant, hissing and the two sharing a heated moment before they both went on their separate ways.

Medeia is overheard praising Ciro: A fine business partner and better friend.

Amidst the pleasant banter at her table-formally-known-as-quiet, Adrienne turns in her chair to exchange a few words with Dio behind her hand. With a fond touch to his forearm, Adrienne beckons for a server, who returns sipping from a glass of red wine which she lays before Adrienne. There seem to be general toasts being made; Adrienne takes a mild sip.

Neve hugs Dio in return snugly with the words "Ooooh, good hug! Good hug! I love hugtime, and your a good hugger!" When she steps back she blinks "Heeeey, you weren't under my skirt were you? Because I keep my coins off my garter, then nobody can get them! I don't use money that often so it's okay. Because everyone serves food at their functions, and there's this thing called tabs where they just charge you later! Did you know? It's great!" She gives Calla's hand a squeeze as she moves away, then looks to Dio "Did you know that there's lots of different boats on the sea? Apparently there's not just one time. I don't know. I'm a tree person, not a boat person. Still though..I like to think. Good beard, good person. If a man has a well kept beard, it means that they keep up after themselve. And while yours doesn't look very tuggable which is unfortunate, it does look well groomed. Thereby making a statement that I think is positive. So good job on your boating, and your bearding, and I hope all the goodness of well-wishes and just the bestest-best-est-iest for you!" She moves to him to give him a tight, snuggly, overly-strong bearhug before letthing him go with a big smile and a chuckle.

Haakon turns his eye to the stage when Medeia mounts it to address the assembly. He thumps a fist on the bar several times when it seems applause would be appropriate. When Medeia invites suggested names for Ciro's distillery, the reaver seems to think she means RIGHT NOW, and hollers toward her, "Lost and Found!" before muttering, "Still don't fathom how a body *loses* a distillery."

Kiera is overheard praising Ciro: congratulations. look forward to speaking to you

Mabelle observes on the side at some of the exchanges on the dancefloor, she smoothes her gown and whispers something to Alessia.

Allegra smiles to Calla as she joins the table as well. "Lady Calla. Always a pleasure to see you. I hope you have been well." Her glances slides to Ciro and ashe shrugs with a hint of a smirk. "Of course I came. I could not have you staring at the door pining over my arrival or drowning yourself in spirits to cope with my absence." She furrows a brow. "However, I am not sure you need that to keep the cup tipping to your lips."

Giving Neve's hand a squeeze as she leaves to follow after Ciro, Calla offers, "Come over and join us if you want." She finally lets go and heads over to that table to find a seat next to Ciro at the table. Then, she pulls a flask out from her little purse and takes a swig before offering it over to Ciro, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

When Medeia mentions questioning Dio's judgment he laughs, and shouts "You are wise to do so in all things but this, My Lady!" He raises his rum and turns to the Seraceni sailors in attendance, who likewise raise their bottles, mugs and glass to drink in Ciro's honor. Neve's words to him, bring clear amusement to the marquis's eyes. "We shall have to speak at length about beards and boats in the future, My Lady."

Adrienne's words bring a sincere smile to Dio's face, and when the server arrives, he laughs. "I assure you, it is quite the opposite," he says to her, before a Owen comes to his side. The retainer speaks a few words to the marquis and he nods. Turning again to Adrienne, Dio bows in a show of deep respect. "I am called away, Your Highness. I shall you soon, I hope." He says farewells to those around him, and stops beside Ciro and Medeia for a quiet word, before departing the Dancing Feather.

Anne, a dangerously alluring Seraceni first mate, Owen, a meticulous Seraceni scholar, 2 Seraceni cutthroats, 2 Seraceni pirates leave, following Dio.

Neve has joined the by the bear claw hearth.

To Allegra, Calla smiles, "Your highness, indeed, always a pleasure!" And then she's set off into giggling again when she talks to Ciro drowning himself in spirits. "When is he not?" She comments with a wink, "I don't think he needs an excuse."

Neve moves over to join Allegra, Calla, and Ciro (listed in alphabetical order) her head spinning with all the people and things going on. She settles, which means she puts her wine on the table and flops onto a chair, crossing her legs..reaching up her skirt to rub at her thigh "Op..the coins are still there, he didn't steal them! See, he's not bad. You can tell by the beard probably." she speaks of Dio.

Yuri shifted along through the Feather with a casual gait, peering about until he spotted such a familiar face at the bar. He approached next to Haakon at the bar, calling along to the tender for a drink order before bowing his head, "Lord Eswynd, good afternoon to you. You are well?"

Neve is overheard praising Ciro: A successful party, with a successful man, doing successful things. He has successful feet, even if his back doesn't agree with his feet. He knows tasty things to eat. Be it by messenger whom are fleet of feet, or by day or by night, dancing he will have - just not right away tonight.

Haakon looks aside to acknowledge Yuri when the young Tessere greets him, though his eye is pulled immediately to the sword worn on one hip. "I'm well enough with a battle ahead. But not so well as you it seems: that's a fine fucking sword you bear."

Allegra is overheard praising Ciro: Well deserved recognition for a man I am glad to consider a friend.

Once she's off the stage, the music starts back up and Medeia makes her way through the crowd again, finding herself near Haakon and Yuri, where she exchanges a quiet word with her husband before nodding to the comment about Yuri's sword. "It is, isn't it?" She smiles brightly at the Tessere then, saying, "I believe I still owe you a dance, my lord."

Yuri took a few moments to share some silver to the tender, clasping his hand around the glass of whiskey served to him; a pause before he glanced Haakon's praise, "Hm? Oh. Oh, yes. Its served me well these past few weeks. A gift, from my cousin. Though, it still does not bear a name. Names are earned, I feel. And I have yet come to find I've earned such a moniker for the sword. But, thank you, my lord." A quick sip taken before smiling along to Medeia, brow pursed a bit, "Oh? Do I? I believe I do, though I would be remiss to allow your lord-husband not the first chance."

Tyche has stood up from her chair, as has Cristoph, and her hand slides into his as the Duke leads her to the floor. Their difference in height doesn't seem to be a problem, because the petite Marquessa easily fits herself into his arms, allowing him the lead in the dance that is to come. "If we mess up, Your Grace, simply keep smiling and no one will ever know." Her voice drops, a few more words shared quietly, and they begin to move with the music.

Haakon gives a wordless "Mmm," of approval when Yuri speaks of weapons earning names. "So they do. A name unearned is vanity. As for dancing with Deia, you'd best dance with her now, before my restraint slips and you lose your chance." The ghost of a smile bends his scarred lip as he winks sidelong at Medeia.

Norah sidles up to Haakon. "You can dance with me. That'll cool whatever you have going on so you're not tempted to carry your wife from this party prematurely."

Tyche's words to him have Cristoph laughing fully, but his reply is pitched low and for her ears alone as they settle into the steps of the music that's playing. He does try his best to not step all over the smaller woman's feet, his hands and frame keeping her close to him in a way that seems comfortably familiar.

Yuri tipped is glass along to Haakon with a smile, "Precisely. In time, perhaps." His icy gaze shifted between husband and wife before he chuckled, canting his head to Medeia, "Well, well? Before your husband's restraint withers down?" His whiskey was downed in a shot before he bowed his head along to the approaching Norah, "My lady."

Medeia's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Lord Yuri, if we are to dance, it should indeed happen before my husband steps on my feet or carries me off." She sets down her wine glass and holds a hand out to the man. Her eyes flick up to Haakon. "Yes, dance with our marquessa, won't you?"

The austere looking sailor made his way into the Feather with a shadow of a smile and a sweep of that single eye through the crowd. Clothes, once considered finely made, were sun-bleached to dull the once deep blacks of the dye and wind-frayed, lending him a somewhat rugged and ragged appearance. He found a place well enough off to the side and for each that managed to meet his cycloptic gaze, a nod was given.

Patrizio smiles as he's risen from his place at the small table, drawing around to take Adrienne's arm in his own before he's guiding her out towards the dance floor. His own grin might not be quite as chivalrous as an Oathlander's, but it's clear that he's still delighted at the opportunity to take a turn on the floor. "I should hope that proclaiming my prowess isn't what we depend on for our lives," he can be heard to quip back with a laugh.

Easier on the dancefloor than with a glass of wine in her hand, Adrienne is content to settle against Patrizio and dance with bland respectability and absolutely no wiggling. "Likewise. I rely on Nina to make us sound good." She adds something in an undervoice to Patrizio, pale eyes sparkling.

Haakon, charming and loquacious as ever, answers the request of his Marquessa for a dance with a small shrug, and a rumbled, "Fine." Setting down his cup and leaving his harpoon leaning against the bar (GASP), he rises and gives Norah a short bow of the head and shoulders.

Yuri shifted the gloves off from his hands, thinning his lip together as he chuckled; sticking the gloves within the waist of his belt before bowing his head to Medeia, "Oh, I hardly believe he'd step on your feet worse than I. Grace upon the training sands, though under the scrutiny of my peers? Why, I would wither!" He clasped along for Medeia as he bid a nod to her for approval, looking to make his way off to the dance floor with her.

Ciro sits near the hearth at a smaller table lost in thought before finally a sip is taken and he looks the place over noticing the pair heading for the dance floor with a envious look.

Norah looks utterly shocked that Haakon actually accepted her request. She returns his bow with a formal dip of a curtsy, holding her hand out for him, her shock melting into pleasant amusement.

"If you step on my feet, I'll simply never talk to you again," Medeia says to Yuri as they take to the dancefloor. "Imagine the shame? Word around Arx that you'd disgraced yourself so thoroughly." She grins at him before placing a hand on his shoulder and slipping into graceful steps - definitely leading the man, but skillful enough to make it look like he is the one actually leading.

Patrizio chuckles at what's said to him by Adrienne, and there's a faint bob of his head before he's responding back in kind. It's clear from how he leads that he's not the most trained in certain courtly arts that'd be expected in his station, but that he's definitely picked up a little bit along the way, from how he's deftly drawing Adrienne around with him.

"...they would come for my head, you know. You would do this, to me? Goodness." Yuri feigned his shock before he took up a graceful hold on the Lady, working into her guiding steps before gaining the confidence to at least lead some when she faltered, "What a gossip: that Tessere lad certainly can move in his swordplay but barely dance? Hah, embarrassing."

Gwenna has left the Small Quiet Table.

It seems duties or some other such thing necessitate Gwenna's departure, as the Redrain stands from the table she was sharing with such fine company. She offers a wiggle of fingers toward the dance floor and then makes her way back out into the deadly summer season - deadly to northerners, at least.

Gwenna is overheard praising Ciro.

Gwenna is overheard praising Medeia.

Khaavren, a dutiful assistant, 2 Redrain Guards, Stompy leave, following Gwenna.

Haakon is not a skilled dancer, but he avoids making a terrible mess of the movements. A few words muttered to Norah throughout.

A wicked grin curls Medeia's lips as she listens to Yuri while they dance, spinning out in a fluid twirl of duskweave before coming back to place her hand on his shoulder. "The whole of Lyceum might disown you for such a blunder, my lord." Her feet follow his now, letting him lead. "If it comes to that, I may know of a Pravus house or two that might adopt you."

A sudden frustrated, "Nothing!" Can be heard from the table leaving Alessia's lips before she quietens yet again, continuing her conversation with Mabelle.

"Run as I may, my lady, my shame shall follow wherever I burrow my head!" Yuri chuckled before outreaching his arm to enact her in that prolonged spin, drawing her back closer. He had wrested the lead, settling along with her in a few spin before giving her a dip down to the floor and back up. His brow pursed concerned as he gave Medeia a discerning glance, "You have given this an /awful/ amount of thought."

Adrienne has a weakness for dancing, and that Patrizio dares to spin her draws a brief, surprised smile out of her. "I did not believe your modesty, and I was right to do so."

Ciroraises up from his seat at the table as his eyes settle briefly upon the dance floor, That glint of mischief and longing for the dance floor shown clearly in his grey gaze before he is offering a hand to Neve and then shaking a finger at Allegra saying something lower in tone in the big room in clear tease to the Princess.

"I'm all modesty and the like," counters Patrizio with a playful toss of his head to emphasize his hair, which puts a lie to the matter of any pretence of modesty on his part. "Maybe I just know that the purpose of dancing, when you're a man, is showing your partner off."

Allegra smiles to Ciro as he rises from the table, replying to something said t her before his departure. "Me? Trouble? I do not even know the meaning of such a word. I just like to particpate in what could be considered questionable oppurtunities." She winks and reaches for her wine.

Neve takes Ciro's offered hand and rises keeping his hand "Okay..don't move your back, and you should let the woman lead if we're going to dance. But there's one problem with that - the woman you've chosen doesn't really know how to dance. So..I feel sorry for your poor toes."

Her mouth pressed against DEEP amusement, Adrienne answers Patrizio with an otherwise steady countenance, "While I admire your tactics, I don't think anyone here is looking at me." Her gaze flicks pointedly, fondly to his treasured mane of hair before resuming their quieter conversation.

That dip to the floor makes Medeia squeak in delighted surprise, her hand on his shoulder slipping back to hold tight to Yuri's doublet. When upright again, she puts her hand back on his shoulder and pretends she didn't just /squeak/ in front of people. "Have I?" she teases him at his note about how much thought she has put into the joke, her smile growing. "I'm simply quick on my feet." Once the dance wraps up, she curtsies to him and thanks him for the dance before wandering over to Ciro, placing a hand lightly on his back and leaning in to say something quietly.

Yuri led the duo back into a gentle rhythm from the spirited gait they both shared, chuckling at the squeak he had heard. He tried paying it not mind though her answers caused his brow to jump up a bit, "Oh, that is for certain. I can see how much you this has tickled you with such possibility!" The lord settled away from her with a bow of his head, "Thank you, my dear Lady. And, yet again, a finer spectacle you have put on. This is thrice now where functions with you at the center are wont to be lavish and talked of for times ahead. Almost as if /someone/ has mentioned this to you before..." Yuri glanced to her from shrouded eyes, smiling with a wink attached; "Thank you, Lady Eswynd. Pardon as I mingle." He parted as she did, sifting along to spot some familiar faces.

The words from Neve as she takes his offered hand and raises up have Ciro grinning, The man looking about to respond to her comment on his toes with a tease when Medeia comes up to whisper something to him. The man tensing initially when he feels her hand on his back only to relax when he realizes who it is. The man leaning back to listen before he gives a small subtle nod looking to her to offer a thanful smile. Moments later his focus turns back to Neve. "Nevey, This here is Lady Medeia. Seems she is rescuing you from having to dance with me and give more injuries to help tend to. But once healed? I am teaching you to dance." The man giving her hand held by his a soft squeeze before he leans in to whisper something to the plush and perky young healer and Lady Greenmarch. The whisper ending as he dips his head in to give her cheek a quick kiss before releasing her hand as he tells her, "I will be back soon to talk about that other thing." A wink given before he turns to offer his hand to Medeia, the movements slower and more stiff than usual but not near as bad as they had been the day or night before. His focus turning fully to Medeia as he smiles, "So do you lead or do I? And this dance doesn't come with a smack at the end right? Cause if so.. I am going home and getting my robe." The man teasing playfully.

Yuri has joined the Small Quiet Table.

Medeia nods to Neve. "We're acquainted... Lady Greenmarch, well met. I hope you're enjoying the party? Pardon, I'm stealing our honored guest for business purposes." Once Ciro joins her, she leads him to the dancefloor and steps in close. "You lead, set your limit, my lord, and I shall adjust." Her right arm hooks around his left side to rest her hand lightly on his left shoulderblade and her left hand settles cupping his neck. "And if I have reason to smack you? Well. Don't give me a reason to smack you."

Adrienne is overheard praising Medeia: An indomitable force, both on and off the dancefloor.

Neve smiles "Oh, we know one another. I made her cry, she wrote Monique, who wrote Alarissa, who made me cry. I think we're okay now." She curtsies because it seems like the right thing to do. "Be good to my dancing date, Lady ughm....Eswynd. He's fragile and breakable." She steps away knowing Ciro is in good hands, settling back in at the table

Calla gets out of the chair at her table and heads over to the dance floor, and more specifically Neve as she heads back to the table. "Oh! I was just coming to see if you wanted to keep dancing."

Ciro checks dexterity and performance at normal. Critical Success! Ciro is spectacularly successful.

Neve blinks looking wide-eyed. "With me? But your so pretty, they'll just knock me down to dance with you! And I have a very wide bottom, so it's harder to get up when I land on my cushy tushy." She smiles taking the woman's hands in hers, leaning in to kiss her cheek lightly "I would love to, but I don't know the way. Please guide me so I don't look a fool?"

Medeia checks dexterity and performance at normal. Medeia is marginally successful.

After a very long conversation with Alessia, Mabelle rises to squeeze her forearm, "I'm grateful", she pecks her cheek, turning to the hosts, Medeia and Ciro, "A lovely gathering and congratulations upon your new position and luck", she smiles to them and then apologizes to Yuri, "I was just heading out, but I owe you a drink, next week?", she also bids farewell to the rest of her table.



There is a smile given to Neve hearing her words on him, "I shall be along after it. For more drink, talk and plotting." A quick wink given before he is drawn off by Medeia to the dance floor. Her words have Ciro giving a nod. His right hand settling against her waist fingers just barely curling into the soft fabric of her skirt, His other hand moving to slip behind her settling against her back as he guides her. The man not leading her in any traditional dance instead allowing the music to guide him in his movements with the woman as they take to the dance floor and despite the injuries it is quickly apparent the man is skilled in the art even when in pain. The man leaning in to whisper softly with Medeia as he moves along with he.

Adrienne takes a step back from Patrizio, breaking frame and their conversation, equally gently. "Ah yes, of course. I'll inquire of them. But I'd like to hear your opinion, as well. Perhaps another time? I need to return to the estate." She exhales, eyes the guards - a mix and hers loitering in the room. "All of us do." With a courtly curtsey, she turns away then, offering a passing farewell to Medeia and - gods, is that Lord Ciro dancing? - Ciro before escaping.

Adrienne has left the Small Quiet Table.

6 First Legion Centurions, Maxence Fairborough, a steward leave, following Adrienne.

Allegra watches her table companions dance with a small smile behind the rim of her wine glass.

"Of course with you, silly." Calla replies, reaching out to take Neve by the hands as she leads her back towards the dance floor. "I'm not nearly as good as dear Ciro at dancing, but I'll give it a try." She adds as she finds an empty spot on the dance floor. For a moment she hesitates before reaching out with one hand on the woman's waist and the other catching her hand, guiding her other hand up onto Calla's shoulder. Then she starts to move them carefully with the music, a little slowly at first as Calla tries to get the hang of leading.

Calla checks dexterity and performance at normal. Calla is successful.

Mabelle has left the Small Quiet Table.

Neve checks dexterity and performance at normal. Neve marginally fails.

And after Cristoph and Tyche finish their dance, the Marquessa spins and takes his hand, leading him out of the room and into the night!

Neve nods softly to Calla, blushing moderately as she tries to keep aware of those around. But she just stares at Medeia and Ciro "Wow...look..at that. He's amazing at it." And she steps on Calla's feet which unsteadies Neve a bit "Whoa..." and steadies herself onto Calla's lead. "S..sorry! I..I just don't want to embarass you.." she whispers softly, looking into her eyes as her cheeks redden further. "I stepped on your toes." she whispers intimately which - fair liklihood she's noticed.

Tyche has left the Small Quiet Table.

Alessia has left the Small Quiet Table.

Alessia has joined the by the bear claw hearth.

1 Inverno Ensign, 1 Inverno Captain, Cornelius, a studious looking attendant leave, following Tyche.

Cristoph has left the Small Quiet Table.

Patrizio seems to sigh briefly when there's a messenger who comes to find him at the table and with an apologetic bow... he makes his way out, with his guards in tow.

Patrizio has left the Small Quiet Table.

6 First Legion Centurions leaves, following Patrizio.

"I said no overdoing it," Medeia laughs softly as she leans into the steps with Ciro, 'scolding' him as they dance. "I told you one dance, with me, so I could ensure you didn't hurt yourself again." The physician shakes her head, smiling, then leans in to respond to his quieter words. She gives nods of acknowledgment to those who make thir departures known while stepping along to the music.

"Yeah, he is quite good...ow!" Calla squeaks as she winces when Neve's feet make contact with her own, though she holds the other woman steady all the same. "It's ok. I'm tougher than I look." She replies, leaning closer to kiss Neve's cheek reassuringly, as she shakes her head at her last and then whispers into the other woman's ear, even as she continues to lead them at an easy pace along the floor.

Ciro grins hearing the laugh and words from Medeia, "I am taking it easy, I have not yet lifted you or spun you now have I?" His brow giving a little wiggle as he points that out before he nods. "One dance.." The exchanged softer words and whatever Medeia says has Ciro laughing before he whispers something back. A little nod given to the departing party goers as he guides their dancing forms over to Neve and Calla. The man looking over at the pair as they move offering up, "Just follow the music, let it guide you like the call of the forest does."

Neve is nervous and it shows apparent on her face. The words of encouragement by the Baroness she dances with brings a small reduction of the red in her cheeks. She pushes a little closer to Calla, her hand firmly on her back above her rear, grasping her dress just a touch, her hand twinging with the hand of Calla's that leads. At the closeness there's a bit of whispering going back and forth as they dance, Neve ocassionally going off course, and Calla needing to correct her, but she stays off her feet at least.

Calla checks dexterity and performance at normal. Calla is marginally successful.

"Thank you!" Calla calls out when Ciro gets close enough to offer that advice. "Maybe you should give us lessons sometime." She adds before tightening her arm around Neve's waist and giggling softly. "It's ok. I got you." She assures the other woman as she continues to lead them through the dance with much encouragement, even as she attempts to copy something she's seen someone else do and just dip Neve backwards. She manages alright, though there's a momentarily scary wobble when she looses her balance for a moment before catching it.

"Good." Medeia keeps dancing until the music stops and then parts from Ciro with a kiss to his cheek. "Congratulations, my friend, you've more than earned the accolades you've received today." She wanders over to the bar where Haakon has been waiting for her.