Mabelle drops a large wooden beehive.

Dusk sets upon the city of Artshall and the square designated to be the center of the Art District is brimming with life and excitement. Colorful lanterns are scattered around poles and trees, glowing like fireflies in the darkening view while tall braziers are set in several stations providing heat as well as complimentary roasted chestnuts, their delicious scent fills the air. Several large tents have been set around the perimeter of the square, each displaying a sign representing the establishments that will be part of the district, casting sounds of music and excitement toward the square.

Those who remain in the square itself will notice the flagstones have been artistically colored to present some kind of unfinished artwork. Or is it? Talented musicians and performers entertain those arriving if they are not immediately drawn to the tantalizing scents from the concessions stands and circulating servers, where all food served has been designed to be a bite size or two, keeping hands free to clap and dance.

Lady Mabelle and a group of people in charge of the festivities are standing by the entry pathway, greeting those arriving, offering them a delicate gift box and directing them to different tents and other attractions in the square. Clad in a splendid Laurent-dark-blue starlight silk gown and star iron heeled shoes to match, Mabelle is a sparkly advertising sign for her House, "Good evening, please come on in, we will begin shortly".

Cesare takes A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Cirroch takes A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Patrizio takes A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Amari gets A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Everett gets A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Aella takes A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Caprice gets A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Ryhalt gets A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

An extraordinarily rare sight beyond the Crownlands, Liara Grayson is present for the gala. She arrives along the path at a sedate stroll and stops to greet Mabelle with an easy smile and some evident warmth. "I am delighted to be here, my lady, and also delighted to discover that my footwear is indeed wholly appropriate. I look forward to the evening." She refrains from blocking the entrance though, and goes to head further on in, resplendent in starlight silk in the colours of her house and glinting and gleaming mirrorsilver and emerald accessories.

That Patrizio is rarely without the sextet of centurions who trail him goes without saying. Though the soldiers are looking far more pleased with their duty this evening than the usual - while it's been quite a ride from the city proper, and further still from familiar locales to the south, they seem quite taken with the evening as they keep to a few good paces behind their commander. For the evening, Patrizio's dressed down - his sword at his side, as ever, but silk is the name of the game rather than armour, and he's taking in the sights of the budding district, and perhaps getting his bearings.

Ryhalt enjoys showcases of culture, so he smiles brightly has he passes through the entrance to the event. First of all, he follows his nose, heading towards the concessions.

Among the people arriving to the newly designated Art District are Marquess Tyche Inverno and of course, Duke Cristoph Laurent. They don't make it to the entrance immediately, as they're delayed speaking with a woman that some might recognize as the late Duke Edmund's wife, and the current Duke's mother. There appears to be some waving of hands, from Lady Lorraine to the Marquessa, as if introductions are being made. It's a polite exchange, all told, and with a nod his head to where Mabelle is standing? He delicately extracts them from being caught up in a long conversation about some surely fascinating things. He offers her his arm again and they continue walking, "Mabelle, everything looks amazing as usual." But he won't delay his cousin long, moving out of the way for the other guests that are about to mob her.

Aella arrives unaccompanied, but actually dressed for the occasion. The countess has her thick red hair pulled back into twin braids that run from from her temples to the nape of her neck where they coild around one another and are pinned in place. A green sleeveless gown highlights her tall, slim frame with chains of rose gold belting the waist and adorning the high collar. The delicate gift box is accepted with the bow of her head before greeting Mabelle. "Lady Laurent, this is..." Those stormy eyes scan the area, speechless for a moment. "Stunning." She gives Mabelle a smile. "Thank you for encouraging me to come." Then, she wanders off to get a closer look at the tents, lingering at the one for the museum.

Aella has joined the Tent -- Museum.

Cesare arrives glowing in tones of gold and amber, hair artfully pinned into a loosely-braided bun at the nape of his neck with some strands artfully left free to frame his face. Every single one of the tents on display represents one of his interests, unsurprisingly, and the excitement is palpable in the way his eyes gleam with interest at everything they light upon. "Lady Mabelle," he greets, bowing deeply. "I wasn't entirely sure my schedule would permit me to be here, but I'm so glad it has. You'll no doubt be delighted to hear that the generous gift you gave has been put to the best of use, and I made certain to wear it tonight. I'm sure you'll hear many congratulations tonight, but let mine be among them. And now, I'm going to take a look."

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

Mabelle smiles warmly to Liara as she walks in, "High Lady Grayson, I'm delighted you've arrived, you look splendid, do get comfortable, or do not", she laughs, "It is going to be a very active evening". Mabelle, who already spent time with Lorraine earlier that day, bows her head respectfully to her Duke, Cristoph and smiles. The arriving guests all gets flashed a warm welcoming smile, even those who run straight to the food, such as Ryhalt and Likely Patrizio. "Welcome Countess Aella, and Cesare, you look radiant! Get some nibbles, you will need it!"

Tyche is nothing but smiles as she converses with Lady Lorraine, her hand lightly resting on Cristoph's arm as she bonds with this new acquaintance. Still, when Cristoph manages to extract them from the social obligation, she casts him a grin and tightens her grip at his arm as they make their way to the official hostess. "Lady Mabelle," she greets warmly, her hand smoothing over her cloak to show off the Artshall velvet she wears. "This is lovely. I look forward to seeing everything you have planned for the evening."

Varan arrives at the gala dressed in honeysilk and with just a hint of apple spiced cologne. On his arm is Lady Scythia and as they walk through the entryway, Varan accepts the delicate gift box from Lady Mabelle and leans over to give her a kiss on the back of her hand in greeting. "You look breathtaking in starlight, my lady. Remember to save me a dance--" He notes the white rose in her chignon with a wink and then moves onward with Scythia so they don't block the other incoming guests. He spots Liara next and smiles warmly, "Cousin. Lovely as always." And off he and Scythia go toward one of the tents where they can see and admire the gathered elements of fashion.

Arriving with avid curiosity flickering in kohl lined eyes, Denica's confident stride is mostly obscured by the circumference of her paint-covered skirt. Navigating it with ink-stained fingers, she stops to greet Mabelle at the entrance. "I hope you get a chance to step back and enjoy the extent of your accomplishments tonight, My Lady." It's a quick but friendly greeting, and she is letting her attention split between the different sights, brightly coloured tents, sights and sounds. Denica finds herself drawn into the evening's festivities, a small expression of amusement etched into her features.

"Stylish as ever. I like how you've done your hair, especially." Amari compliments Mabelle as she strolls in, flashing the organizer a quick, bright smile. She would be an image of grace and elegance, were she not favoring one leg. It's enough to slow her down a bit, despite best efforts. Where is she going then? She doesn't seem to know. So. She stops to consider, and take in some of the sights.

Norwood is too well mannered to mob Mabelle, but he does nod at her and her dress. Quite lovely, he approves. 👍

Cirroch wanders along in his usual long strides, then stopping to slowly look around for a moment. Hands tucked behind his back as he takes in the sights. The two guards that follow him are in yet another snickering fit, over some joke told ages ago and now picking on each other about it. They both try to wipe the smirks from their faces as Cirroch looks back to them. "We're here as guests. Don't be adding or subtracting from the population." He then nods to them to go take a look at what is available, and they both nod then head off towards one of the tents, a small friendly punch to each other's shoulder leaves Cirroch shaking his head before nodding in Mabelle's direction with a radiant smile and turning to find Norwood in front of him. "Baron Norwood!"

It's actually not an all-out rush for the food for the Pravusi Prince - Patrizio's finding it easier perhaps to linger back for a moment and allow others to give their respects first, even as he's perhaps encouraging his centurions to go make a menace of themselves elsewhere, as if he's not too worried about the need for protection on such an evening. And as such, that lets him have a few moments as he draws over towards where Mabelle is greeting others, offering the sketch of a bow. "Thank you for encouraging me to come, my lady," he offers her with warmth, and a smile, as he lingers. "Quite a triumph, already, even as it's just beginning."

Mabelle continues to casts smiles to those arriving, allowing them to settle before she cues the evening to begin, "Marquessa Inverno", she smiles to Tyche, "Velvet becomes you, thank you for traveling here, on better cirucumstances", she winks and then points the rose of her hair to Varan, "I remember". Denica is thanks for her assistance and Amari is complimented on her gown and the fact she is out of bed! Well that's an accomplishment on its own. "I'm glad you're here", Mabelle assures Patrizio and makes a gesture toward her local co-host.

A melody of harmonious chanting rises from the makeshift shrine of Jayus. Curious eyes and ears drawn toward the tent will find thirteen easels/stands with pieces of art, each representing one of the gods with the one for Jayus standing tall in the center. Few wooden benches are placed to serve as pews and a large wooden stage set in the back. Disciples of Jayus and other talented choir members belt out a beautiful hymn as a mass prayer opens the festivities of the evening.

Throughout the performance, Mistress Caprice sets forward, sharing well wishes and praises for the arts, the gods and the place as submitted beforehand by residents of Arx who could not be present while dancers circulate around the statuette of the Artistic God in perfect composition. Viewers are welcome to join the prayer, observe or offer wishes of their own, be their prayers public or of the private nature.

Caprice is dressed to blend in, sort of - her focus on highlighting other visiting beauty and the promise of the district today. Which isn't to say she doesn't find a chance to greet familiar faces, and Mabelle from a distance with a wide, pleased smile and mimed applause before she's back weaving through the crowds in and around the tents.

Arman attempts to arrive without fanfare, his entourage peeling off to allow the Prince to enter the area on his own. He is dressed in flowing umbra with gold piping, a stylish stygian and duskstone adorn walking stick in one hand. The cane more a fashion statement than an implement to assist his walking. He passes a glance over the gathering crowds before approaching the host, Lady Mabelle Laurent.

Scythia arrives with Varan, her features set as always in her politely neutral expression. She is wearing glittering crimson starlight silk, simply cut to enhance the fabric's natural luster and rubies, leaning into the color of her house. She looks at Mabelle and murmurs in her velvety voice, accented with a hint of the Isles, "It is a brilliant event, Lady Laurent." The Gem of Redreef dips into a graceful, practiced curtsey towards Liara, holding it for a few moments before raising and being led off by her companion.

Norwood looks up as his name is called out. quite surprised to find Cirroch before him. "Ah, yes, hello Lord Cirroch. Have you bee flinging anyone across a room lately?" Polite inquiry.

Varan has joined the Tent -- Bard's College.

Scythia has joined the Tent -- Bard's College.

Ryhalt smiles at Everett as he looks over the available selection of food. "Good evening. I'd like the..." He hesitates, looking between what must be his final choices before he says, "The honey-glazed ham, please."

A snort - audibly - from Patrizio as he's hearing Norwood's shout to Cirroch, and his head turns slightly to consider the trouble that's being raised. "I don't think that there was time for anyone to haul the device out here," calls he back to both men, with a laugh and a shake of his head, even as he's too weighing where he ought to peek his head in first. His regards offered to Mabelle's local co-host, there are a few smiles offered to other familiar faces as he lingers, as if having not yet made a decision.

Cesare drifts along toward the tents, peering into each with curiosity, and smiling to see Caprice, ducking into the makeshift shrine to join in the hymn as smoothly as if he were always intended to be there. He murmurs an aside to her as it ends, settling on the edge of the stage to speak to any curious onlookers, disciples, or general well-wishers who may stop by. Only the fun kind of proselytizing, really.

Cesare has joined the Tent -- Shrine of Jayus.

Tyche has joined the Tent -- The Performing Arts.

Cristoph has joined the Tent -- The Performing Arts.

Mabelle wanders around between her guests attempting not to get her star iron heeled shoes stuch in the flagstones while looking grateful, "Beautiful ceremony, Caprice", she squeeze her forearm in passing and flashes smiles to Arman and Scythia, "Lady REDreef, starlight silk becomes you". She steps toward one guest or another, exchanging pleasantries as the night goes on. Her finger does rise in warning toward Cirroch and Patrizio, spiced with a tease, "No throwing people over walls. Well there are no walls"

Cirroch laughs in response to Patrizio before answering Norwood, "I'm sure we could find one if needed Prince Patrizio!" Then turning back to Norwood, "No. I haven't had the pleasure, though it is a spring event. We did recently play a rousing game of spearing ale."

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

As they drift away from the hostess, Tyche engages in a light and playful conversation with Cristoph, at one point gesturing toward the Performing Arts tent and leading them in that direction.

Everett is manning the food cart, to which Duke Ryhalt and some others have gravitated. The aroma of seared sweet and savory honey glazed ham wafts up from a plate he hands Ryhalt. Also available are a selection of fresh fruits and desserts, including

Everett drops Beehive Pattern Waffles with Honey and Fruit.

Arman inclines his head gracefully to Mabelle offering a quick, "Quite the thing you've arranged here," Before she flits by with hostly duties. He looks about, deciding where to venture to first and makes his way toward the make-shift shrine.

Arman has joined the Tent -- Shrine of Jayus.

Liara continues off towards one of the tents after parting from Mabelle with another warm smile. For whatever reason, the Grayson takes some particular interest in the flooring - whether it's the painted plaza or something else is rather unclear. Then she's greeted by Varan and Scythia both and, abandoning her newfound curiosity about floors, she instead offers a flutter of a wave to them. "Cousin, Lady Scythia, how do you do? This all looks entirely splendid, does it not?" The chanting from the temporary shrine of Jayus draws her attention, gaze flitting over that way.

Scythia gets A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

"I am /bee-having/ myself," Patrizio says back with an irrepressible grin when there's the accusing look from Mabelle, the bob of those well-plucked brows of his... and perhaps a little bit of an encouraging smile still to both Cirroch and Norwood. And then he too is making his way towards the food, as was previously expected of him, as perhaps he epitomizes the axiom about an army traveling on its stomach.

"I do not doubt the ingenuity of Lord Cirroch," Norwood replies dryly hopefully pitching his voice so it carries to Patrizio. Back to Cirroch, "I imagine that is quite hard on the spears. Why in heavens use ale and not regular straw targets?"

Aella looks up from the displays in the museum tent when she hears Cirroch yelling. Catching his eye, she gives a wave of greeting. If she catches Liara's eye, a polite nod is given. But in all the bustle of the crowd, she isn't heading out into the middle of it just now.

Mabelle wanders to the side of the Velenosan Prince, she smiles warmly to Arman, "We're just getting started, do you create anything? You might want to tonight!", she releases his arm when he reaches the tent of the shrine only to gravitate in the direction of another guest, "Duke Farshaw, starting with what's important, I see", she teases Ryhalt, "Food for thought hmm?". Her final destination is then the Beehaving Prince, Patrizio, only to elbow him as she asks Aella, "Which is your favorite art form?"

Denica's thick brows lift as she listens to the hymn, but noticing Caprice's efforts, she makes her way to the other woman. A light touch to the arm, she leans into to murmurs something quietly to her, before she diverts her attention towards the shrine itself, taking easy steps in its direction, and then disappearing into the tent.

"Thank you," he says after waiting for Everett to prepare his request, handing over coins in exchange for his meal." Hunger on the way to be assuaged, he strolls on to the first nearby tent which happens to be the one for the Art Gallery. He chuckles at Mabelle's tease along the way. "Art can only be properly appreciated on a full stomach, Lady Mabelle."

Ryhalt has joined the Tent -- Art Gallery.

Denica has joined the Tent -- Shrine of Jayus.

Despite being one of the quiet tents of the evening, the eye cannot help but be drawn to the delightful spiral and sphere clay statue, three feet high showcasing a delicate glass sphere within a bee nestles, dancing around a spiral pole, credited to Princess Denica Thrax. Once one entered the realms of the Art Gallery, a marvelous collection will present to them, at least three dozen pieces of contemporary art created by the brilliant minds of artists from Arx, Artshall and all over Arvum, curated meticulously by the hand of the Princess herself as well as other from the Arxian artistic scene. From a drawing of a vase through an abstract interpretation of the recent battle of bay of Pieros to portraits of notables of Arvum, the creations by the hands of both novel and familiar artists are arranged around the outskirts of the tent.

At the center of the tent stands a column upon rests a shiny, large vine of luscious grapes surrounded by several easels, inviting the visitors to try their hand in painting the vine, be it the hand of an artist or a beginner, attempting a look alike version or their own interpretations. The easels are well-stocked with brushes, paints and an apron to protect the brave. The artists are welcome to collect their creation on their way out or to leave it, making it part of the first exhibition of the Art Gallery once it is opened. There is an artist in everyone.

Liara gives a flutter of a wave to greet Aella, along with a "Countess Ravenseye - my, what a fetching dress," her voice pitched such that it can likely carry over the bustle. The Grayson seems content to linger to listen to the hymn for a time, at least, though without joining in herself, or even quite making it all the way into the tent - she has an eye turned aside towards other goings on, too, evidently keen to take in as much as possible.

Varan collects a glass of wine and lifts it in greeting to Mabelle across the gathering before pivoting to face Scythia and Liara. "It certainly does, cousin. Would you like a drink?" He asks both ladies in starlight silk-- he's willing to fetch whatever they wish. As he turns again to cast his gaze over the other guests, he spots Denica and lifts his glass with a smile. He then murmurs something to Scythia.

"Its part of the game." Cirroch shakes his head to Norwood, "Just another in the long line of games from the march that are meant to get all involved drunk and merry. A straw target would... just be practice." He watches the movement of his guards from tent to tent, thus far neither appear to be causing any issues. A smile to Mabelle, "I won't send anyone over the tents, nor a wall if I find one." Then quickly adding, "For now." He flashes his smile back to Norwood before making his way over towards Aella, bellowing over the crowd. "Aella!"

Drunk and merry. Norwood physically winces at that. Nooo thank you. A polite farewell and Norwood heads in the direction of Cristoph and Tyche. "How did the introduction go to Lady Lorraine?"

"Me?" Aella seems surprised that Mabelle is asking /her/ about art. "I'm not... Sculpture?" She's really never given it much thought, before. But then she nods, confirming her gut instinct offering: "Yes, sculpture. The way the artist changes something to represent something else entirely? Wood becomes a forest animal, stone a graceful dancer." She shrugs, not used to talking about the subject. "It's interesting, the choice of material and subject - how they can complement or contrast." Liara's comment catches her attention, mouthing 'thank you' with a grateful nod of acknowledgment. Her gaze flits over the high lady's starlight silk with appreciation before looking up, startled, at Cirroch across the crowd. "Hi!" She calls back, just loud enough to reach him.

Everett drops A Cask of Hot Mulled Apple Cider with Autumn Spices.

Mabelle raises her glass toward Varan with a grin, "Prince Grayson, is it possible you can draw as well as write? One of your plays is on the stage tonight, I'm sure many will delight in it", she clinks her glass to him while passing on, inviting her patron, "Your Highness", she regards Liara, "You will find the most exquisite pieces in the museum, its a small collection, but ever growing". Stopping by in one of the tents, Mabelle smiles to Tyche and Cristoph, "I pray you are enjoying yourselves. Master Everett is offering very delicious local cuisine, tastes like home", well they are home! Aella catches her attention, "Perhaps it is time to try something new?", she encourages her toward the vacant easles in the Art Gallery tent.

Emberly looks about and she smiles a little as she looks over to the ladies in starlight. She looks over the garments and she smiles softly "That looks amazing." she says quietly as she meanders a little closer to Liara. "such a woimderous event." she says as she moves, gingerly her dress shifts about her in the dawn colors. As Cirroch calls for Aella she offers him a wave of her hand as well.

Amari finds herself absorbed for a time by the hymns and the performance around the shrine of Jayus. Overhearing some of the talk between Cirroch and Norwood, she smiles faintly, but otherwise her expression remains a pensive one. A dip of her head is offered Caprice, both a greeting and a gesture of appreciation, before she wanders on to see what else has been set up inside the various tents around the square.

"Baron Norwood," Tyche's smile is genuine for the older man, and she releases Cristoph for a moment to step and touch his arm, a small show of intimacy. "You are just in time to settle a small debate," she trills, looking back to the duke with a grin. "Do you enjoy theater?" she asks curiously, completely innocent in the question. Mabelle's voice lifts her attention and she waves, "We are indeed. We have not yet found the statues of you, Lady Mabelle, but I am sure there must be some to commemorate the enchantress who makes such events like this happen." There's no tease to her voice, a perfectly genuine admiration for Mabelle's skills.

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

Liara flashes Aella a smile and then muses in response to Varan, "I wonder if they have hot chocolate. Hardly a drink to match the occasion, perhaps, but I have become so accustomed to it in Lady Mabelle's establishments back in Arx that it is hard not to wonder." Then when Mabelle happens along, Liara turns to her, "Will I indeed? I shall go to look anon. Thank you."

The Princess of Bastion then turns a smile on Emberly. "Lady Emberly, how do you do?" A brief introduction to others she'd been speaking with follows. "Have you met my cousin, Prince Varan, there in the very fine waistcoat, or Lady Scythia Redreef - very fittingly in crimson?"

Everett prepares Prince Patrizio's selection, which happens to be the beehive waffles. Everett's already kept the waffle irons hot and ready, so this will be but the work of a moment. The hexagonal-pattered irons are closed on the batter, and now the delicious smell of cooking waffles is added to the overall festive atmosphere. Once done, they're served up with a drizzle of honey, fresh fruit, cream, and big 'ole Oathlands Outback smile. Everett nods in full agreement to something Patrizio is saying as the waffling takes place.

"We are," Cristoph calls over to his cousin when she speaks to himself and Tyche. Norwood's approach then fully distracts him from whatever hushed conversation he was having with the Marquessa, an already amused smile deepening a bit further. "We were just talking about that. It went well, she asked her usual questions. But she also let us return to the party, so I assume she was satisfied," he replies to Norwood. His harm drops, resting briefly on Tyche's lower back as the speak with the baron. "Ah, a moment." He runs his hand over the beard that grows on his face, a new addition that must have developed over the trip from Arx to Artshall. "Lady Amari!" he calls out, spotting her in the crowd.

Mabelle inclines her head to Emberly with a welcoming smile upon her arrival, looking at Tyche with some amusement, "There is actually a statuette of me, made by Mistress Andrina, but it is politely hidden in my bed chamber", she chuckles at her. Hearing Liara's query, Mabelle promptly assures her, "Where Duke Cristoph is present, so is hot chocolate", and she sends someone to cater to the Princess' desires.

A four beat rhythm drum can be heard throughout the square as three drummers and two horn bearers accompany a trio of dancers into view, lead in by Aconite, wearing an inspired honeysilk outfit lined in intricate golden embroidery on dark violet hues. The trio begin the dance together, each moving with near-perfect symmetry through the intricate and flowing movement of the dance. The rings of their bells help to draw attention to the feet and hands while they move, giving focus to the way that the music influences the shapes of their bodies, even in the positions of hands and feet. The trio jump, twirl and throw themselves into the air in an explosion of action that is a display of grace as well as discipline.

A gasp from the crowd can be heard as the dancers begin to twirl in rapid succession, arms out and there’s a display of almost magical balance as they keep their footing. As the beat winds down and the instruments slowly begin to peel away, the dancers continue with their motion. A sharp eye will catch that with each instrument that dies so too does the movement of a limb until finally only the drums remain. And in kind only the hips of the three, isolated in their movement, sway and rock to the beat of the drums for a full eighteen count before they too die and the three dancers come to a complete halt, a sound of raving applause is soon to follow.

Patrizio lingers by the food cart with Everett, a warm smile on the face of the Pravusi prince while the pair are clearly engaged in quieter conversation with one another. Though as if he's still also debating where to meander when he's gotten his food, the jade orbs drift from tent to tent, and then over the assembled faces of those he knows and others he knows not. Though the rhythm of the drums does, certainly, draw his attention as much as the swhirling dancers...

Varan shares a charming smile with Mabelle as she breezes by. "Of course, my lady. You'll have to see some of my artwork the next time we meet for cider." His free hand pats the inside of his waistcoat's pocket where a small leather bound journal remains hidden. A sketchbook, no doubt. To Liara he nods and will fetch her a mugful of hot chocolate. "It is the best." he agrees, grinning at his cousin. When Emberly is introduced, he gives her a polite nod and smile. "Good to meet you, Lady Emberly."

Norwood arches an eyebrow, "It depends on the subject matter. Works of fiction rarely draw my interest but a historical story might, if it is not too overcome with frivolity." A typical Norwood answer. To the subject of Lorraine, "Your lady mother knows more protocol than any other who hasn't lived several lifetimes. If she wished yo show displeasure she would, without ruining the party." Amari being called has Norwood lifting up a hand.

Dress settling from just having been twirled to show off the glitter of the fabric to best effect, Scythia looks aside at the hearing of her name, the smile that had stirred at her lips fading into her usual Thraxian reserve. She dips her head politely in Emberly's direction as she is mentioned. Being in very striking red, it's probably no question that she is the Gem of Redreef, "A pleasure my Lady," she greets in her velvety voice.

Cirroch has joined the Tent -- Museum.

Liara breathes a low laugh at Mabelle. "As unusual traits go, leaving hot chocolate in one's wake is certainly one of the very best." Then there's Varan, with a mug of said beverage, and Liara graces her cousin with a ready smile. "Thank you. Now, what's this?" The latter apparently a query about the dancers who appear and quickly draw her attention.

Cirroch turns for a brief moment to see what the drums are for then turns back to take a look at what foods are offered.

Emberly smiles a little "oh no I do not believe I have." she looks over to the introductions "greetings Prince Varan, and Lady Scythia, that is a lovely crimson gown. Who is your tailor?" she wonders before she catches the smell of Everetts food and she slowly turns that way "oooh that smells great" she says gingerly before she smiles a bit to Mabelle an incline of her head in her direction. "thank you for such a lovely event".. she tells Maybelle before she looks back to Varan "have you had a waffle yet Prince Varen?"

"I would demand to see it, Lady Mabelle, but I will refrain from inviting myself to your bedchambers," Tyche teases with a grin, and then her attention returns to Cristoph and Norwood, talk of Lorraine having her smile. "She's lovely, and of course she would be." While Cristoph finds himself distracted by Amari for a moment, she steals the chance to share a quiet word with Norwood. Whisper whisper. Whatever she says is punctuated by a little shiver, and then she's straightening. "The Duke and I were discussing the merits of theater that pushes the boundaries. Some of those stories you find in the depths of the Archives, made to be played out on stage."

Scythia answers Emberly, easily enough, before her attention returns to Varan and another quieter answer is given to something he says, "I designed it, but it was done at Petal's shop, my Lady."

Aella shakes her head at Mabelle. "Oh no, I couldn't. I don't have an artistic bone in my body." She takes a step backward, even, putting more distance between her and the open easels. She's further saved by an attendant approaching her and whispering something quietly in her ear. "Oh? A raccoon? In my room? My feathers are missing?!" How strange. "Pardon me, I need to return to the inn."

Aella has left the Tent -- Museum.

Everett is manning the food cart, which he has decked out with farm fresh flowers, fresh from HIS farm, so he knows that be true. They're the flowers that bees like best of course. The 'catering cart' is set up with all manner of fresh fruits and sweet desserts, an appetizer made from rolled honey-glazed ham, and a warmer which holds two hot cast iron presses. When put together, and filled up with batter, the presses will quickbake a griddle cake embossed with the hexagonal pattern of honeycomb.

Mabelle promises with some amusement on her features to Tyche, "Next time you visit I shall have it out in the library", she suggests and then quickly disappears within the museum tent.

Varan glances between Scythia and Emberly when they discuss fashion and he smiles when Scythia mentions designing her own dress. "You've a talent for design and an eye for the perfect shade of red, my lady." he tells her. He then turns his attention upon Emberly. "No, not yet. I will certainly sample one later. They must be good, they're all I can smell at the moment." He grins at that, glancing in the direction of the waffles being served.

The delicate sound of a clavichord entices guests toward the tent of the Museum where upon entry they meet the mighty granite statue of Grimthog Two-Head, a recent addition to the private collection of the House Laurent titled, ‘Ancestors’. The powerful two headed statue has a plaque beside it, explaining its discovery in one of the latest excavations by the Laurent into the grounds of previous Grayhill Duchy and the supposed end to the debate whether he indeed had two heads, or not.

As the bewitching sounds of the clavichord continue to fill the well-guarded tent, guests are welcome to feast their eyes upon ancient pieces on display, such as old family portraits of generations past, desiccated beekeeping tools and otherwise preserved honeycombs, swords and spears from the Age of crowns and other pieces that were carefully collected and kept safe.

A small section within the tent representing the archives showcases old scrolls, letters of past family members, a well preserved copy of a journal by Archscholar Py, paper-thin inscriptions recollecting history from the Age of Songs as written by bards. Among those playing the clavichord for the enjoyment of those present is one Lady Mabelle Laurent who for a brief moment got over her fright for the benefit of her guests.

Cirroch looks at what is available at the cart that Everett stands. "This all looks good. Can the ham be wrapped in the cake?"

Taking her hot chocolate off across the plaza with her as the dancing eventually comes to a close, a show which draws her full attention, Liara heads for Everett's food cart. She dawdles to watch the creation of one of the griddle cakes with apparent fascination, and while the sound from the museum draws her attention momentarily, it's soon back to the food, as she considers the things available.

Emberly mmms and she bids them both fairwell, "It is a lovely design yes indeed, now if you would ecuse me. I would love to try some of them... " she moves away from Prince and companion to get herself in line for a waffle. She waits there for a bit as she watches the dancers, her eyes lightly panning about to take in every aspect of the event with great intrest

Everett thinks about Cirroch's request. "Don't see why it couldn't, m'Lord! Might be well to start the one first off." So he does. Everett sears the precooked ham to perfection, bringing the juices up to the surface and just very lightly starting to caramelize the glaze. And then, just in the nick of time, the griddle cakes finish! Cirroch's plate is soon bedecked with a spiral ham griddlecake wrap, topped off with honey and pineapple dressing. "M'Lord, here ya are, it's done ready. And I reckon I'll remember this trick for next time!"

The smile's not fading from Patrizio's face as he eases back a step from the food at Everett's cart, the dip of his head to Liara when she's drawing close, and that smile is turned upon her as well. "You cannot go wrong with any of the good messere's wares, your grace," he says with warmth to the highland. "A hint sweet for my taste, but I find that most foodstuffs that involve the Laurents are oft that way, and it's endearing in the treat of them." And noticing her, Emberly too gets a warm smile from the Pravusi prince, and the dip of his head. "My lady, you're looking well. It feels like it's been far too long since I've last seen you."

"We're going to put on a performance," Cristoph relays to Norwood in a perfectly deadpan and very serious voice. He seems to have lost Amari in the crowd and makes a bit of a 'tch' noise about it. His gaze returns to them both again, leaning forward when Norwood speaks to them in lower towns. His expression softens and he reaches out, clasping his friend's shoulder and squeezing it companionably.

Cirroch smiles broadly to Everett, "That does look well, very sticky." He digs in anyways and is in the middle of licking his fingers when he hears the music coming from the tent. "Thank you sir, I should be back for another." A quick turn from the food stand and another lick of his fingers as he tries to eat the ham wrapped honey glazed waffle, continually making a mess as he does and not caring what others might think of him as he does.

A woman in a shiny starlight silk dress is standing outside the tent that stands for the ‘House of Fabrics’, part of the event despite the structure already existing. She lures the fashion lovers into the tent as they pass by. Once the flap of the tent is shifted a luxurious world is revealed: three dozen models of both genders showcasing designs for winter and autumn, dressed in outfits and gowns from Laurent’s finest fabrics: Luxurious velvets, chic tweeds, the most beloved honeysilk and the latest addition of starlight silk.

The models circulate around the tent displaying both comfort and design, furry hems and bountiful skirts, smart suits and long tweed male jackets. The creations give a nod to all regions of Arvum, from the militaristic design of the Oathlands, through the risque style of the Lyceum, the High collars of the Islands and the low necklines of the Pravusi, the practicality and colorful choices of the Crownlands to the furry influence of the North. While adorned in a variety of gemstones, the presence of honey diamonds and honey onyx is quite dominant among most of the models.

Liara offers Patrizio a quick smile, gaze flitting over the food cart again. "It certainly looks like it would be hard to go wrong, your highness. Speaking of the Laurents, Lady Mabelle made a point of mentioning the museum. Perhaps I ought to turn my attention that way before I'm entirely overwhelmed by the choice of food." Though then with Everett offering something, Liara proceeds to make a pick anyway, venturing, "I fancy I might take one of those waffles to go, if you please. Thank you kindly."

Ryhalt moves on from the Art Gallery tent as he hears the music will be starting at the museum. He listens to a rare Mabelle public performance with a smile and claps for her at the end. Then he gets loss browsing the scrolls on display.

Emberly smiles to Patrizio "I have missed tea with you m'prince" she grins a little "we should catch up soon yes?" she asks to him before she looks then to Everett. "Might I have one of those lovely waffles" she wonders before she looks back over the divine honey accents to the starlight, "it looks beautiful I think I might have to find myself some of that starlight and honey onyx" she grins a little as she looks over to Liara again "you leaving so soon?"

Ryhalt has left the Tent -- Art Gallery.

From directly behind Cristoph, Tyche and Norwood a small, familiar voice, issues a statement, "Gosh. I always doubted the Two-Head appellation was literal, but hoped it was." It's Amari, somehow she'd gone around in a circle through the crowd and has found herself behind the duke, the marquessa and the baron. Boo! She flashes a very exaggerated look of surprise for a moment, if she's noticed there and then a broad smile follows.

Mabelle, who constantly circulates amoung the square, points out to Amari, "It seems true, we find some family portraits. Two heads. One must wonder if he can eat and talk at the same time", because that's what one would wonder.

Liara gives a little shake of her head at Emberly. "Not at all, my lady, other than to leave the food behind soon. I have been advised that the museum set up here should be seen, and so I mean to do that."

"I hope //you// have fun with that." Norwood quips back, unvolunterring just in case the 'we' was including HIM. "The 13 sorrows would be a lovely play, but I doubt that is the... type of material you are thinking of." Tyche gets a suspicious look. But Amari's comment COMPLETELY distracts him, "Wait, what?"

"We definitely should. Before the gods decide that we need new challenges thrown at us to keep all of us from enjoying such wonderful nights as this." Patrizio's voice descends into warm laughter at the concept of it, before he does still his voice to actually /eat/ his food, rather than simply hold it. Though there's the brief turn of his head when he's hearing mention of family portraits and... "That would be quite the thing to see a portrait of," he says mindfully, in Amari and Mabelle's directions. "Though one'd argue as much if the two heads would /argue/ with each other, and what fun that could be to watch too."

Everett sets to making Liara's hexagonal griddle cakes. The twin beehive-pattern embossed black cast iron presses are already steaming, too hot to touch. The batter sizzles cheerily as it's poured, and less than two minutes later, it's ready! Toppings applied, and utensils provided, it's presented to Liara on a cool plate with a drizzle of honey applied with one final flourish.

Mabelle quips momentarily to Norwood, "You know Prince Talwyn asked me once if he could make a play out of it, I dodged it to be honest. I wasnt sure it would be well received. It would definately be long!", she laughs and then looks amazed at Patrizio, "Wait, do you think having two heads meaning having two minds? Oh that sounds like a headache. A double.. headache", she looks toward the museum tent where the statue is present.

There are so many distractions, and Tyche finds her attention drifting, especially when the fashion is at play. She cranes, trying to see what newest fabric, what gems, might be debuted here. To Cristoph she remarks, "How Lady Mabelle does this all is beyond me." Norwood's denial of joining them in the performance has her laughing, attention won back from the fabrics. "Will you watch, Baron? I will make certain you are front and center for whatever we decide." Amari's remark has her brows lifting, but she waves to the woman she's seeing more often these days.

Applause can be heard throughout the evening from the direction of the Performing Arts tent as it presents back to back performances from all over Arvum and Artshall as well as the city of Arx, by playwrights such as Prince Varan Grayson, The Blackrose Theatre’s Master Jareth and Lady Zoey Kennex, the latter is presented on the stage at this very moment.

The stage is set to portray a forest area with a single tree and a couple sitting with a picnic setting before them, a wicker basket carrying wine, fruit plates, cheeses and cakes. The actor, familiar to those of Arx as Master Jareth, is wearing uniform while his ingenue love interest is cast in the shadows, the only visible things about her are her dark locks and bright eyes. The actors engage in a heartbreaking scene where the young woman begs her Captain to stay with her, ignoring the world outside and remaining together in the safety of their home, while the Captain seems torn between his devotion to the young beauty and the duty to his Crown. Expressing the aftermath of the actions of desertion and how they will deny her the life he hoped to be able to give her only to be met with her insistence it will not come to light anyway if he dies. Eventually, having convinced her he must leave, a kiss is shared and a promise of forever expressed and the couple begins to kiss as the curtains close upon them, to the sound of applause.

Liara extends a gloved hand - with a bracelet bearing little griffin and star-shaped charms on the same wrist - to accept the plate from Everett, with a light smile. "Thank you. I dare say I might be back later, but I had best take a look at all the evening has before it gets away from me with all the choices of food." Then the high lady gives another smile towards the nearby Patrizio and Emberly, and turns to head away towards the museum, carrying her waffle plate with her.

Liara has joined the Tent -- Museum.

"Duke Grayhill?" Amari tries to clarify for Norwood, even while she's bowing her head politely to Tyche in greeting, "Grimthog Two-Head, from the Sorrows? It's certainly dramatic enough to make a play of, but there'd have to be more exposition or most of the audience would be lost and confused through most of it." She thinks, anyway, and since people are theorizing, she puts her own hypothesis into the ring, "I bet both his heads acted in perfect unison, completely synchronized. That would be in keeping with... everything."

Emberly waits for her own waffle and she smiles gently to Patrizio, her eyes warmly shifting over him before she looks over to Mabelle, "I once did a small impromptu poetry spinoff with Prince Talwyn, he is quite the Bard." she comments to Mabelle before she looks over to Patrizio, then she looks over to the stage as she awaits her food, she seems to be drawn to the play for a deep moment before her blue orbs shift back to Everett just as her waffle is made

Everett is at work next on Emberly's griddle cakes. Batter is poured. The sizzle and scent of hot malted delicious continues to waft from the cast iron presses. "What might be your toppin' of choice, m'Lady? Pineapple, honey, or strawberry?" Everett stands by with the tongs. "They'll be cooked through in only two shakes of a lamb's tail, right quick now!" That's the advantage of TWO preheated flat irons. Delicious food. No waiting. Win!

"....possibly." Norwood replies to the invitation to come see the performance. Mabelle gets a brief smile. " I could provide someone with excellent historical context to speak with - ah, so we are all talking of the same thing." That last bit to Amari. Something catches his eye beyond them and he bows to Cristoph, Tyche, Amari, and Mabelle. "My wife is waving me over to Lady Lorraine's side, so I must away. Be well all." Then he is striding towards Lorraine and supposibly his wife too.

Patrizio's jade eyes watch the stage and the scene taking place upon it with rapt attention for long moments, listening as the pair play their parts. He, too, applauds at the falling of the curtain, before a warm smile finds him anew, and the shake of his head. "I've never had much a mind myself for the arts," admits he with the faintest sound of regret to his tone. "The things we're called to in our lives." Amari's suggestion gets a mindful dip of his head, all while he's lingering admits the crowds.

Cirroch appears to have been able to get most of the stick from the honey off of his fingers, calling back to Everett, "Another? These are amazing!" He's then heading over to Liara, "Princess Liara, it has been awhile."

Cristoph startles when someone turns up where he didn't expect them, he twists around until he spots Amari and then laughs. "I thought that I saw you, but then I lost track of you in amongst all of the people!" he relays to her warmly. He steps forward, offering her a quick hug and a glance down. "How is your leg? I haven't been able to come by and visit, I apologize. But you seem to be moving around alright?" he asks, inspecting as past he can for this injury from where he stands. He steps back to Tyche and explains, "Amari was attacked by a /bear/. An actual bear."

Mabelle admits to Amari and Norwood a moment before he departs, "I think a play about it will be very interesting, but it needs to be well composed, as the baron suggests, its very... confusing, even to those who must remember it by heart", she points to herself mostly before drifting in the direction of Patrizio, Cirroch and Ryhalt, where the food is.

Emberly looks over to Everett and she grin. "no chocolate?" she asks "ok Honey and pineapple please" she says quietly as she watches in delight as they are made "and if you have that cream topping?" she asks her eyes sparkling.

As Norwood makes his exit, Tyche turns to Cristoph to murmur something before she's taking in the story of the bear. "Gods," she exhales the word, looking over the attack survivor to make certain she is, indeed, recovering. "What a harrowing experience that must have been. I am glad to see you here, Lady Amari."

Varan is busy admiring this year's line of Artshall tweed as the fashion models finish their walk-through, which causes him to clap his hands in approval and appreciation. Always one to appreciate performing art, he pauses mid sentence to watch the stage and then applaud after the performance ends with curtains closing.

Ryhalt reluctantly pulls himself away from the scrolls as he hears of the play to go on soon. He watches from the back, but seems to enjoy the performance.

Happening across the museum area, a quizzical, curious look turned to the statue on display there, Liara then turns to offer Cirroch a smile. "Marquis Sanna, how do you do? And the Marquessa? I trust that all is well at Giant's Reach; it has been some time indeed." Then she indicates her waffle plate, and takes a look away across to Everett's food cart, mentioning to Cirroch after, "These look very well worth a try too."

Everett nods obligingly, and Emberly's griddle cakes are served up with speed and aplomb. "Ere y'go, M'Lady! Enjoy, now!" Everett has heard Cirroch's call, and is working out a plan to make the Marquis' food design just a little less sticky, but with equal ham.

"I didn't even think to bring the claws they pulled out of my hip." Amari complains, as if she's legitimately a little upset that she can't show them off. If you're going to be mauled, you should at least have mementos of your near death experience. "I'm alright though, thank you. I just won't be dancing as much or as well as I did. I hope everything's well with you both?" Cristoph and Tyche, she means, but there is a glance after Norwood to see how he and Margerie are doing with Lorraine. Mild concern there.

The Bard's College tent has been lively throughout the day. Everyone likes music! Bards are rarely confined to one area, however, and people with instruments and songs have been meandering out and about. There are whispers and rumors that the Nightingale herself will be performing.

It turns out that's true. Gianna makes a resplendent appearance, though she's somewhat dressed down... at least for her. Still, the simple surroundings draw all the more attention to her voice, which rings out in a rendition of Legends Untold, the same song she sang at a gala years ago when she was still new to Arx. Fingers dancing swiftly over her gittern's strings, her voice can be heard clearly even outside the tent. It's not often people get to hear the Nightingale sing.

It is a haunting song, a lovely one, and it's a promise of the talent the College at Artshall will bring.

Cirroch nods to Liara, "The Marquessa is doing well, she came back from the March and is getting reacquainted to the manor with all six of our children." He covers his mouth quickly turning sideways to let out a belch then pressing the same hand to his chest. "A lovely sticky food, even better when the ham is wrapped into the cake." He beams a smile after a small swallow. "We're seeking out more trade solutions, getting better at how we say hello to the neighbors." His grin fixes as a light laugh, "Unlike our past histories in sharing a volley of bolts."

Normally too busy enjoying parties herself to deal with the burden of looking after children, Sorrel Thrax is nonetheless in the company of a smaller Thrax, a girl of approximately five years who bears more than a passing resemblance to her aunt, the Archduchess Jaenelle Velenosa. The child is excited as they listen to the bardic performance together, and when it is done, Sorrel takes the girl to go mingle, hand-in-hand. She heads in Cristoph's direction, offering a polite little bow to the Duke of Artshall.

Scythia remains contentedly at Varan's side, speaking quietly with him for a few moments as they are mutually distracted by performances and fashion and more performances. She does, however, take the opportunity of a break to drag him to go get more drinks and some of the food he'd been sniffing after.

Varan gets A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Everett has an idea. Lord Cirroch's ham is cut in a triangle this time, then seared with the pineapple folded inside already. And then that whole hamcone is itself wrapped in griddle cake, also wrapped in a triangle, carefully arranged with the pointy end down. Everett beckons to one of Cirroch's guards, waving the man over do deliver the food to the Lord.

Arman has left the Tent -- Shrine of Jayus.

Lingering nearby, Liara gives a small duck of her chin in acknowledgement to Cirroch, listening quietly and with a faint arch of her eyebrows. "I am glad to hear it. If you are eager with regard to matters of trade, I dare say we could speak some time, although I am not sure that there is currently any flow of note between Giant's Reach and Bastion. As ways to say hello go, I would certainly agree that it is superior in most circumstances."

Then Gianna's up to sing, and Liara eagerly notes to Cirroch, "Gianna Delvecchio! Probably the best singer of our times. This should be good." The Grayson certainly seems keen to listen, and offers some brisk applause afterwards.

Arman has joined the Tent -- Bard's College.

Cristoph laughs as Norwood suddenly exits, tipping his head in Tyche's direction to hear something she's murmured. Another laugh escapes him and replies, his eyebrows drawing together as he glances across the crowds. "We're both well," he says to Amari. "You have the claws? Have you considered having them fashioned into a weapon. You know like-" and here he makes his free hand like a claw itself. "I guess it depends on how many of them you have." As Sorrel draws closer, he stops waving his claw bent hand around. "Princess Sorrel, it's good to see you again. Did you bring the children?" he asks, his tone warm and a glance spared in the direction of the keep.

Cesare's been entertaining at the Shrine of Jayus tent most of the evening so far, and as Gianna's song tails off, the sounds of his lute and voice can be heard in a very different sort of song he plays for Denica - a defiant song, ringing out with the spark and flash of fire and a deep thrumming rhythm that can be felt in the chest after he finishes.

Ryhalt continues to drift on through the event, enjoying himself at the various tents.



Esben looks at Everett and smacks Dado upside the head, "That man is looking for you." Then looks at his brother as if he should have already realized that Everett was motioning to him. Dado just looks at Esben, scour hardened stare then a soft sigh as he mutters on his way over to Everett, "...If we... weren't... you get... it.. big..." He looks to Everett, "What's this?" Then as it is handed over to him he takes a large bite of the combination. "Hey! Marquis! This is good! Esben! Esben! You need to try this!"

Cirroch looks over from his conversation with Liara and pinches the bridge of his nose as the brothers are back to their antics. "Yes, we should talk. I'm sure there's quite a bit to catch up on as well as to offer for trade." He smiles as she points out the singer Gianna Delvecchio. Giving a small look back to the brothers who are now in a mild slap fight over who gets to eat the cake and ham mixture. He nods to his assistant to send him over to put a stop to the display from his guards. Holding his smile.

"Princess Lilah wanted to come see where she was born," Sorrel replies to Cristoph with a warm smile, indicating the small honey-blonde girl at her side. "So I brought her with me to see your new cultural district -- or the start of it. "So here we are. It's been lovely so far. I know that we couldn't miss it."

Mabelle claps her hands as the performance of the Nightingale finishes, reaching over to thank her for showing up. There is an air of relaxation about her as she moves between the tents to make sure all is going well and finally settling with a drink, looking over her guests, "Princess Sorrel and mini Princess tiny Sorrel, good evening, we are glad you could make it despite the long journey". She further stops through the shrine of Jayus listening to Cesare as he plays his lute, before stepping ove to Liara, "Getting some ideas for your winter collection? I look forward to put fur on anything again!"

"Indeed so," Liara agrees with Cirroch, and then offers a quick smile aside. "Will you excuse me for now, my lord? I fancy I might go to look at the fashions on display." Which is exactly what she goes to do, mentioning to Mabelle, "I had not thought of it yet, but I shall go to seek inspiration!"

"Only the two, sadly." Amari replies, hooking her index fingers like claws and trying them out as imagined weapons. It seems a little underwhelming, only have two like that. "I might make them into jewelry instead." She decides. Hearing that both Cristoph and Tyche have been well, she brightens and with the call out to Sorrel, she tilts her head to peer around the pair at the princess and then the smaller princess accompanying her. "Oh! Hello, and hello to you as well, Princess Lilah." Mabelle's calling her Princess tiny Sorrel earns her a quirked brow and small laugh, and Gianna's wondrous performance and round of applause.

Liara is overheard praising Mabelle: An excellent gala!

Varan is overheard praising Mabelle.

Liara has left the Tent -- Museum.

Varan has left the Tent -- Bard's College.

Denica has left the Tent -- Shrine of Jayus.

Denica has joined the Tent -- Shrine of Jayus.

Scythia has left the Tent -- Bard's College.

The music continues to play throughout the evening in the square, as festivities continue in all tents: prayers, artistic activities and models showing off. Just showing off, really.

Arman has left the Tent -- Bard's College.

"Jewelry? Bear claw jewelry?" Tyche asks to clarify, and then she ponders how that might look, her fingers drawing across her neck. "Mm. You must let me see, if you do that." Another joins the group, and she turns to dip her head to Sorrel. "Your highness. A pleasure to see you again." She leaves any questions about children to Cristoph, turning to Amari to ask, "Have you seen any art tonight that you particularly enjoyed?"

Arman is overheard praising Mabelle.

Mabelle casually listens to the conversation between Amari and Tyche, "You know, if you decorate it with cupridium, but cover the tip in diamondplate it can be both a jewel and a weapon. Its how I arm my shoes", she points at her star iron heeled shoes.

Denica is overheard praising Mabelle: A great accomplishment and lovely gala.

Mabelle is overheard praising Caprice: Beautiful prayer

Mabelle is overheard praising Denica: Magnificent art exhibition

The shorter Thrax seems to be following the rule of seen-and-not-heard, but she does smile up at the adults as she holds her mother's hand. "We had a good trip out here," Sorrel says to Mabelle with a bright laugh. "Lilah has no memory of being here before, but we're happy to come visit. And of course, it's a delight to see the art and hear the music. I'm delighted that you're working with the Bard's College here."

As Tyche had to clarify the bear claw jewelry, Amari has to repeat what Mabelle's said aloud. "How you arm your shoes?" Yes, she's going to take a look and the suggestion is considered with an absent run of a fingertip over the curve of her ear which ends at the bee earring dangling from the lobe. "That might look nice, or keep it rather prodigal and upset the traditionalists." At Tyche's question, she doesn't hesitate, "The Grimthog statue, without a doubt. It was very curious to see him rendered. He's only been an imagined figure, from stories, you know? How about you, Marquessa? What's most caught your fancy?"

Mabelle smiles to Sorrel, "Well the set up a room for the little Princess in the castle, so she will get the full experience", she leans down to hand the girl a toy bee. "Gianna suggested to open a chapter here, I could not refuse -that- for certain", Mabelle expresses to Sorrel. Looking down at her shoes, Mabelle mentions to Amari, "Well I cannot fight, but I can stomp. Most my shoes have metal heels, it serves a double purpose, as it shines and damages", she winks to her, as if that makes total sense in her head. "You should stop by the mansion to admire the statue up close".

"Princess Lilah was born in the study," Cristoph further explains to Tyche and Amari. "During one of the spring fete's. It might even have been Jael's wedding, I think." There comes a little pause there, as if he's resetting from something and then he manages a smile again. Then he lets his attention shift to art and he looks in the direction of the statue, exhaling quietly.

Cirroch's assistant doesn't appear to be doing much better in the discussion about the ham rolled cake, in fact he's off to get his own after the brothers gave him taste, but are still arguing over which of them should get a new one. He turns with a nod to Liara, then marches over to them both, simply holding his hand out as if scolding a child for fighting over something silly. They both stop and look at the ground, simultaneously pointing at each other. "He started it." In unionson. Cirroch shakes his head, having a very quiet word with them both. The remaining ham-pineapple cake is placed in his hand, as he looks over to Everett.

Tyche glances toward Mabelle's shoes, a small sound of surprise at the little weapons she's made of them, but she seems to appreciate the effort. "Clever." As to Amari's question, she glances around the many tents, and speaks from her heart, "The starlight silk gown was lovely. There's something about the art of a dress, and Lady Mabelle has an eye for fabrics." Cristoph's story of Jael's wedding and the unexpected birth has her smiling, but there's something in Cristoph's sudden distraction that earns her gaze. "Do you think we might walk through the halls of the Keep before we return to Arx? I would love to see the house again." Because the first time she wasn't here for pleasure.

Mabelle quips toward Tyche, "Visit the waystation too!", and she makes her way toward Cirroch then, "Marquis Sanna, how are you enjoying the evening parts that are not wrapped around cake?", she teases him.

Cesare has left the Tent -- Shrine of Jayus.

"Starlight silk is a dream. When I'm back in Arx for more than a few days, I'll be at the seamstress with as many bolts as I can find at the market." Amari agrees with Tyche on that, and the reminder of where and when Lilah was born prompts a delighted little smile from the Keaton. The shoes though, she sighs, "Maybe I should have some shoes like that. Might do wonders against bears."

"The duke has claimed the little princess for the Laurents, and so he is her saltfather," Sorrel explains with a bit of a grin to Amari and Tyche, and the child seems content to just listen. "Ah, the starlight silk! I need to get some. I've heard nothing but that it's spectacular."

Cesare makes his way back out of the makeshift shrine eventually, rejoining the milling crowd as they circulate between tents, examining the art gallery and the museum with fascination. There's so much to look at, to hear, to smell - it's a feast for all the senses, really, something new in every direction. "Shoes - against - bears?" he asks incredulously, stumbling into a conversation he can't help but ask about, although a glimpse at Mabelle's deadly-looking shoes answers one of those questions, at least. "Someone told me I ought to learn to fight with my hairpins."

Cirroch turns to Mabelle, his hand is sticky again as the pineapple and honey runs out from the half eaten cake. "Lady Mabelle. It has been an interesting visit." The cake is repositioned in his hand as he takes a bite of it from the opposite side pushing additional honey out over his fingers. "A very sticky and interesting evening."

Denica slips out from the tent, carefully navigating the skirt of her dress as she moves. There is a spark in her eyes, something deeply determined. This takes her on a specific path, though one she diverts to make a few passing comments to familiars. Sorrel receives a flash of a smile and a murmured, "cousin," before she approaches Mabelle. "It was perfect," she shares with the other woman, with sincere compliments. Denica is quickly met with one of her House Guards who no doubt made the journey with her, ready to escort her off to other duties. He looks antsy. "I'd love to stay, but there are matters that require attention, and the journey will no doubt present challenge," she says shares with an easy shrug of her bare shoulders and a subtle smirk, unbothered.

Mabelle insists to Sorrel amusedly, "Honeyfather!", she winks to her and then shares with Cesare, "They are useful, but not if you prefer to keep your enemy at arms length. Or kick length", she quirks her lips. Smoothing her hand over her gown, Mabelle admits in amusement, "Depite it being quite similar to honeysilk in different tones of color, it seems quite the event fabric, I think. Might just be me". She shakes her head then to Cirroch, "Next time I will invite you to an event centered around food, the honey festival is in a few weeks". As Denica is up to leave, Mabelle smiles to her, "Thank you for your help with the Gallery, Safe Travels"

Denica has left the Tent -- Shrine of Jayus.

Amari looks on in mild horror as Cirroch approaches with stickier and stickier fingers. She stares. She also nods, because that's the polite thing to do, but the hand and cake situation has her almost shrink closer to Mabelle. She makes a very fashionable and stylish shield, and it allows her to better murmur a few words into her ear. Sorrel provides some distraction, "Oh, I had no idea. You're very lucky Lilah. Cristoph will be an excellent saltfather and everyone will be so jealous he's yours."

Amari is overheard praising Mabelle.

Sorrel gets A wooden toy honey bee from a large wooden beehive.

Cirroch looks over to Everett with a smile then looks back at his guards. Splitting the cake and handing a piece to both of them before he turns away from them with a smile to look back to Mabelle while he licks at his hand and his assistant hands over a partially wet cloth. The Marquis thanks his assistant, though looks like he's also been told to act better than he has been. He reluctantly wipes the honey and ham juices from the palm of his hand. "That sounds to be fun as well Lady Mabelle. I meant that the history and music, well, everything has been interesting. It's good to be able to learn around our neighbors. Thank you for sharing the findings in this festival." He then looks to Amari with a little wave of his hand, that is to say that he waves to her and some of the stick that he's yet to clean from his fingers find a way to fly through the air.

Cirroch is overheard praising Mabelle.

"Well, what's the saying?" Cesare asks with some amusement. "Keep your friends close and enemies closer?" He gestures to the shoes. "Or make them think twice about messing with you if they have the good sense to look at your footwear, in any case."

Cesare is overheard praising Mabelle.

"Yes, let me give you a proper tour of the grounds. We didn't do that when we got here either-" Cristoph offers a wave to the others around them and is prepared to leave with Tyche whenever she's also managed to make her farewells. There's something a little tight around his eyes, but otherwise he seems to be in very good spirits. And there's is evident affection when he takes makes the very daring move of taking Tyche's hand rather than her arm.

Mabelle laughs at Cesare's words and notes, "Now that is a fine saying, you can never know what the gown is hiding!". Mabelle offers some other kind words to Cirroch, Amari and the remaining guests before disappearing into one of the tents.