2 Laurent trained guards, Cupcake, a cookie girl, Taffy, a sweet and gentle Mistward Labrador, Toffee, a fluffy pomeranian, 1 Laurent veteran guards arrive, following Mabelle.

Cirroch stands at the edge of the entry foyer dressed in silks with a long flowing aeterna and umbra robe, and barefoot. He glances to the plushies scattered around the floor as the staff is quick to either pick them up or kick them to the center of the room while continuing to clean the hall. The birthday girl, Jacqueline, sits patiently on the pillows by the hearth. An adorable corgi plushie sits next to her and her brothers slowly add pillows around their sister making a fort for her. "Jacsie needs te be protectededs." A toddler by the name of Entreri explains loudly to anyone that is in the hall, entering the hall, in earshot... Cirroch turns to smile to the toddler, "Entreri. Leave the pillows alone. Where are people to sit?" The boy shrugs as a kraken plushie flies through the air and sails past Cirroch into the foyer. Atoli screams from behind the half opened door of the library, "Aw! Misseds!" She then chases after the plushie stopping to stare up at one of the guards with a small smile then running back from the door as people begin to enter and hiding behind Cirroch's legs.

Looking a bit road weary but still chic, Mabelle enters the Sanna manor. "Marquis Sanna. I heard there is cake to be had so I thought I would make an appearance, albeit brief, forgive me, I have just returned to the city but everything looks delicious".

Aella has returned to her tried and true simple attire upon her return to the city, entering the Sanna hall in monochromatic gray-black. "Cirroch, Lady Laurent," She gives them both a bow of her head in greeting. "I hope to visit Artshall again, someday. Impressive."

Rosalind is of course MAYBE late. Just a little! "Hi,"she greets with a wave of her hand and a smile. "I heard there was food and you know, drinks!"

Raimon strides into the Hall, greeting Cirroch with a bow, before closing the distance to offer a handshake of solid friendship, palm to forearm, in the style of mariners, soldiers, and the folk of the north. "Lord Cirroch. Good to see you, as always!" Raimon then pivots to enter the Hall proper, quite possibly just as a Kraken plushie flies past his head at not inconsiderable speed. Considering this full well an entirely proper formal introduction for a Thraxian, Raimon investigates the source. He can't help but grin at the antics of the pillow fort builders, sinking down to one knee to engage the kids at their own level, playing and kidding around with them a while.

Atoli simply stares at Raimon, a hardened, /don't you try anything funny mister/ stare. The kraken plushie held tightly to her chest as she looks over to Jacqueline and announces to the room, "Its jacsies birthday! A full cycle!" Then looking thoughtfully, "I get my first weapon soon!" She looks up to Cirroch, who nods to his eldest placing a hand on top of her head. "Yes Atoli. Soon, but today is for Jacs and meeting new friends." He turns to welcome his guests to the hall, "Lady Mabelle, the visit to Artshall was wonderful. I have ideas for a similar travel center in the March, thank you for the invitation." He glances over to his personal guards, both of who have flower crowns on and a bow in their hair. They quickly look away and Esben is then pointing at /that spot/ in the ceiling. Anything to avoid the Marquis's gaze at the moment. Cirroch turns back to Mabelle with a smile. "My guards will be getting lessons in how to behave properly in foreign lands for the future." Turning to Aella and Rosalind, "Ravenseye! It is good to see both of you today." He points towards the many drink carts for Rosalind. "Drinks are where they have always been." Then a nod to Aella.

Jacqueline looks at Raimon, a precious soft voice with near practiced attempts to speak clearly, though still stumbling on some words. "Are you going to... demand veggietables be eaten first too?" Her brothers Entreri and Rikkon suddenly turn to the Prince with glares as if this has been a problem with certain /uncles/ in the past.

Finding the most unlikely location for her to be hit by cake, Mabelle finds her seat and there is a plate in her hand already. Resourceful. She only did come for dessert. "I'm pleased you enjoyed yourself, Countess Ravenseye. You are always welcome to visit whenever you like. Hopefully by the time of your next visit, all will be ready and brimming with life". Otherwise, her head is inclined to the other guests, "Lady Rosalind, Prince Raimon". Mabelle then looks amused at Cirroch, "Oh I'm glad you enjoyed the tour of the waystation, it is one of my proudest projects", she tilts her head at the behavioural assurance. If anything happened during the gala, surely she missed it.

"I actually got some starlight silk," Aella admits, almost sheepishly. "It was too beautiful to resist. Reminds me of the sky when I'm out to see. No idea what to do with it, though." She frowns as she sits, thinking about the extravagant purchase. She watches Raimon for a moment, the frown turning into a smile. "Ah, Rosa, you're here."

Petroc, the most unassuming man you have ever met, 2 Sanna House Guards, Bear leave, following Cirroch.

Petroc, the most unassuming man you have ever met, 2 Sanna House Guards, Bear arrive, following Cirroch.

Cirroch drops Toddler Atoli.

Cirroch drops Toddler Entreri.

Cirroch drops Baby Rikkon.

Rosalind squints at Aella for a second. Like 'Who ARE YOU!' as she talks of fabrics. "What's Artshall like? Sounds arty. Is that a word? Is now. Seeing Raimon, she waves.

Raimon produces a Birthday Present, which turns out to be a Dolphin Plushie. (Once again entirely appropriate for Thrax, doubly so for a Mangata devotee, and triply so for someone fond of the Marin'alfar.) "Oooooohhh, do you know who this is? This is Mr. Fin! Mr. Fin is a dolphin. Dolphins live under the water. In the Sea! BUT! Dolphins don't eat vegetables. Not at all. Not ever. So Mr. Fin has never eaten a vegetable in all his whole life. And since it's your Birthday, you can be like Mr. Fin today." Raimon grins, 'puppeting' the dolphin plushie to make "Bllleaaaaugh!" expressions every time the word 'vegetables' is mentioned. Raimon looks with care at the plushie fort. "Who are we worried about attacking?" Raimon wonders. Raimon listens to the answer, taking it at face value. Raimon, having made his introductions to the VIP's of the day, sets the new plushie down within easy reach of the fort, stands, bows with precise formal correctness to Mabelle, grins and bows to Aella, and returns Rosalind's friendly wave as well!

Cirroch nods to Mabelle, "I see you found the cake already." A beaming smile as he quickly looks at the cake on the table then letting out a soft breath. "For everyone else, if you haven't found the cake. Ansgar will be around with it shortly. We had two made. One for guests and the other..." Jacqueline interrupts her father, "No one shall eat Ein!" Cirroch picks up with a little nod and wave to his daughter as he shrugs, "...The other because we're not allowed to eat Ein." He then points at the cake on the table before looking back to Jacqueline, "No one is eating Ein. We're eating fake Ein."

Ansgar glances at the Ein cake then to Dado and Esben quickly, before bringing slices of a similar cake /fake Ein/ to the guests. Each piece of the cake is large, and was carefully cut to ensure that every piece has a large amount of the white fluffy frosting and perfect view of the layers inside of a summer fruits layered into a minced jam sandwiched between both light fluffy vanilla cake and dense chocolate cake. Almost as if the chef crafted the cake to use the colors of Sanna, then decorating with all of the frosting for flowers and to mimic parts of a corgi. The slice that Ansgar hands to Aella has the cutest little heart shapped tail and butt from the Corgi shaped cake. He then makes a line towards the guards, grabbing them both by their ears and dragging them into the kitchen.

Whatever just took place, the children are distracted enough to not notice and continue to harass Raimon with questions of what type of /uncle/ he might be. Mr. Fin though. OH MR. FIN. Jacqueline's eyes light up as she plays with the Corgi plushie and Dolphin. Answering Mr. Fin with a bark or small whimper. Though when they are asked about who to protect from... Atoli points at Cirroch, Entreri points at Atoli, Jacqueline starts to point at Dado then seeing that he's not there shrugs and snuggles in with both plushies, and Rikkon sits down on the pillows with a laugh. Cirroch looks back to Atoli, mocking a hurt look back at her. "Me? My sweet lovely Jacs needs a fort from me?" Atoli looks at her sister and climbs into the fort then looking back to Cirroch, "Mine! And you cheateds at plushie wars!" This causes Cirroch to laugh, "My dear. dodging a thrown plushie is not cheating. We'll work on your throws, ok?"

Winter, A Highhill Puppy arrives, following Kiera.

As the children begin to get rowdy, Mabelle fears cake will be flung toward her anytime now. She quietly takes her leave after murmuring her apologies quietly to the host.

2 Laurent trained guards, Cupcake, a cookie girl, Taffy, a sweet and gentle Mistward Labrador, Toffee, a fluffy pomeranian, 1 Laurent veteran guards leave, following Mabelle.

Aella laughs when she realizes what is on her plate. "Glad it isn't the real Ein." For more than one reason. She looks over at Raimon. "Haven't seen you much as of late. Been well?"

"No." Raimon freely admits, to Aella, with a grin. Whatever else might be said about Raimon, he is a fundamentally truthful and forthright man. With a tilt of his head toward the cake and the kids, he indicates an unwillingness to spoil the festivities with his own troubles. Perhaps another time for troubles talk. Pressing himself back up to his feet, Raimon rejoins the adults, accepting his plate of cake with a grateful nod to the server. "Thank you!" Raimon looks to Cirroch, wondering, "Is there a Cake Armistice at the moment? Or should be be prepared for incoming?" Raimon grins.

Cirroch nods to Mabelle as she leaves, taking another sip of his drink then handing it off to Petroc. He then opens his arms wide and walks over to his children. "I'm going to get you!" He says in a playful sing-song. Atoli simply holds her ground staring at her father, with Jacqueline beginning to scream in a giggle and starts trying to get out to of the fort while her siblings try to keep her inside of the fort. Cirroch grins to Atoli, pausing for a moment as he looks over to Raimon. "In this house?" He has a silly smile as he looks back to Atoli and children trying to guard their sister. He then proceeds to pick up Atoli, carrying her about under his arm and petting Jacqueline's head with his free hand, looking back to Raimon. "The hall is a place for fun, to let the children be themselves. There may never be a pause in the cake wars." Atoli is giggling from under his hold, "Donna ferget Plushie wars!"

Kiera wanders into gathering with a smile, appaeently not having realized it was actually a birthay until she spies the streamers and cake, blushing scarlett and not having a prer present for Jaqueline's bithday. She smiles at everyone present and seems presently surprised to see Raimon among the guests "Prince Raimon lovely to see you. I've been concerned. Countess, a pleasure as always"

Aella looks at Raimon with worry on her face, but she silently acknowledges his reluctance and doesn't press the prince for more information. "Ah, Lady Kiera. We should adopt you into Ravenseye, I think. You match us." She looks aside at Rosalind, laughing in a gentle tease. "I could use a new sister." Then she eats some of her cake, not especially worried about the children throwing cake at her. "Cirroch, this is delicious. Even if it is a butt."

Rosalind loudly stage whispers to Kiera, winking,"I embarrass my sister sometimes. I cant help it,"a grin forming on her freckled lips. She takes a large bite of own cake, setting a piece aside for just incase measures.

Raimon nods sagely. Lord Cirroch has, by his own admittance, declared that Cake Wars are in session. Cake Protocol Verified --- Weapons Free. With a wink to the kids, Raimon loads up his fork, catapult style, waits for The Opportune Moment. And then launches a barrage at Cirroch. *Fffflllliiinnnggggg*

Cirroch smiles to Kiera, "Lady Kiera! Welcome. There's Fake Ein cake available, Jacqs is over in the fort, I've captured their leader!" He turns so that Atoli can wave to Kiera, then looks over to Aella with a nod giving a small readjustment of the arm he bounces the Sanna heir a little as she continues to giggle. "Aella, you've met Atoli. Our eldest." He spins so that Atoli can wave at Aella, then spinning back. "The butt of fake Ein is a treasured piece of the cake." Then looking over to Rosalind, "I don't think that there's a single sibling that hasn't caused embarrassment for their others. And this small army just keeps growing, I can't begin to think of what they will attempt to pull on each other."

Kiera whispers back to Rosalind "but of course it's sibling duty from the moment of birth. yours or theirs, which ever comes second. I'm curious Marquis does the cake bear resemblance to a family pet" She watches Raimon Cake fling at Cirroch with the broadest of smiles as she reaches for her own slice of pupcake

"Aye, am familiar with the she-devil Atoli," Aella says with a wink and grin at the child. "The fiercest cake wielder in the north." She shakes her head at Kiera and Rosalind, eyes rolling slightly. "Being the eldest is hard work, you know."

Cirroch checks perception and dodge at hard. Cirroch marginally fails.

Cirroch nods to Kiera about to answer when Atoli answers for him, yelling from under his arm where she's given in to this being her perch. "Ein is momma's puppy!" Cirroch points at the toddler screaming, "Yes. When Jacqueline was asked by Oliver what she wanted as a cake, she declared Ein. Then got defensive that no one is allowed to eat Ein. Thus a second cake was made." Atoli giggles again as Aella calls her a devil. "Imma fiecie warrior!"

Cirroch looks to Atoli, "Yes you are, and too bad I can't use you as a shield." He turns directly into the flung cake from Raimon then looking down to Atoli. "It appears you have an ally."

Raimon, having launched a cake salvo, catapult style, picks up his plate to use as a 'shield.' A very small shield, but, there you have it. "Free Atoli! Free our Leader! Free the Cake in the North!" Raimon encourages, balancing another round of cake on his fork for 'counter battery fire,' as he waits for the nigh inevitable incoming.

Rosalind laughs, telling Kiera,"She has two other awesome siblings after me. We're great and she loves us,"cheekily smiling at Aella. But then she's distracted by flying cake and hushedly murmured to all the surrounding children. "I can teach you to shoot arrows and climb trees. It'll be fun!"

Kiera takes a bite of her Ein first. It's requisite after all the primary purpose of cake is for eating. Propriety discharged she readies a second bite for flinging flinging at the Markis "Free Atoli. AIEEEE"

Aella does love her siblings, even if the brothers are distant. As cake flies around her, she just keeps eating. "Can't go to war on an empty stomach." She might also be scanning the room for planning a strategy.

Raimon drops Mr Fin The Dolphin Plushie.

Atoli swings around, "Yay! Attack!" Cirroch looks over to the pillow fort and the boys are currently taking turns to play with Mr. Fin and the Corgi plushie. Jacqueline on the otherhand has taken to hiding behind Raimon and is currently tugging on his tunic. "Plates are nwot allowseded as shields." She's very polite about it, then smiles as she tucks her hands behind her back and gives a little spin before looking back to Atoli. "Atowi! Imma eat yer cake!" The birthday girl then hops over to the Ein Cake and takes a large handful from it flinging it in no immediate direction.

Kiera checks perception and dodge at normal. Kiera is successful.

Kiera dodges flying cake and watches jaqueline with a merry laugh "The birthday girl emerges. claimer of all cake

Cirroch checks perception and dodge at hard. Cirroch marginally fails.

Rosalind realizes the time and runs out. Because--Rosa and outside. And things! "This was fun! And happy birthday,"she calls!

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

Raimon takes Jacqueline's advisement in stride, setting the plate shield aside. Carefully, so that it won't break. This is fine. It's actually fine. No one in Arx really uses shields anyway, even in the real life battles. Stands to reason the same holds for cake. Familiar turf! Raimon shields Jacqueline with himself instead.

Cirroch is distracted by Atoli kicking and giggling, then looking over to see Jacqueline take a large handful of THE EIN CAKE and tossing it. He spins to keep Atoli from being hit and uses his own body to shield her as both cake from Kiera's assault and Jacqueline hits him.

Having finished /eating/ her cake, Aella pushes away from the table and stands, looking around once more. "Hm." She moves to join Raimon on team birthday girl.

Sasha was running late due to one of her meetings in the city but is soon arriving into the giant hall with a bright smile on her face as she says, "And where is my..." Her jaw mildly drops as she exclaims, "You all started the cake fight without me! How dare!!!" She laughs afterwards, clearly she isn't truly upset but she is shoving her folders into Emma's arms and dashing for the nearest cake to grab and throw at the nearest person to her.

Kiera checks dexterity and etiquette at normal. Botch! Kiera fails completely.

Kiera takes anothe bite of cake before attempting to ready a bite on her fork for another volley uonly to have launch fail completely and the cake spring back in her face "tasty misfire

Sasha checks composure and etiquette at normal. Sasha is successful.

Cirroch checks dexterity and etiquette at normal. Critical Success! Cirroch is spectacularly successful.

Atoli has wiggled free from her father's hold making a dash for the pillows while trying to rally her brothers, "Attack! Attack! I'm free!" Entreri looks to Cirroch then Atoli, "No." Then gets up from the pillows to hug Cirroch's leg. Rikkon simply watches wide eyed as Atoli tries to pull him up to his feet, giggling at her and the others.

Cirroch watches Atoli break free and takes a handful of the cake that has hit him, "Tastes pretty good." Then as he takes a slow swallow looks at Sasha, "Your protege fired the first volley. Should be proud of him." As he throws the remaining cake in his hand at the Marquessa.

Aella whispers something to Jacqueline and then scoops the small girl up and settles her on her shoulders. Then, she loads herself up with cake and holds it in reach of her so she has a distinct height advantage.

Kiera wipes cake from herself with a grin "Thank you for the lovely time. afraid i must be off

Raimon looks up from the rain of cake to wave fare well to Lady Kiera. "Fare Thee Well! Take Care, out there. Keep alert. Stay frosting."

Winter, A Highhill Puppy leaves, following Kiera.

Cirroch looks to Aella and the towering Jacqueline with easy access to the cake, a smile appears on his lips as he then looks down to Entreri lifting the boy up to sit on his right shoulder. "We should get you some cake to throw." The first piece is swiped up from some left on his robe and handed to Entreri, who looks around the room for a moment then with an infectious laugh smashes the cake into the top of Cirroch's head. A glance upwards to his son with a huge grin, "Really?" He's then bending upon his knees. "Atoli. Call off your army."

Atoli laughs, "Nwot my army! Jacqsies army!" She then ducks behind Raimon.

Sasha offers a wave to Kiera as she leaves and begins to make her way towards Cirroch with a handful of cake hiding behind her back. She is soon leaning against him and reaching up with the cake filled hand to attempt to smoosh it all over his face as she laughs. She is just helping the children!

Aella checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Critical Success! Aella is spectacularly successful.

With her precious cargo, Aella slips through the cake war untouched by even a crumb as she ensures Jacqueline can hit her targets. Raimon, Cirroch, Sasha, each of her siblings (except the babies). She's ducking and spinning and looping around as she needs to, the pair looking to have practiced - though they haven't.

Raimon applauds Aella's balletic display. "Huzzah!" Raimon grins.

Cake drops from the walls, running down the banners that had been placed earlier. Cirroch is covered in cake from head, face, and shoulders. Betrayed by his rider. Attacked by Jacqueline's army, and now even the Marquessa. He laughs as Aella makes her way through the room with the birthday girl on her shoulders. Looking to Sasha and giving her a large hug pressing his face to share the mess of the frosting with her.

Ansgar takes a step out of the kitchen and is quick to turn right back around waving his arms in the air as the doors swing Dado and Esben sit on the table digging into the Fake Ein cake.

Rikkon eventually finds his way to his feet and wobbles in a walk of a run towards Sasha, "Momma!" Nearly headbutting the back of her legs then falling backwards onto his rear as he continues to giggle. Cirroch looks between his family and friends, then back to Sasha. "I couldn't have asked for a better day."

Sasha squeals and laughs as cake is being smooshed against against her from the hug, thankfully she is already wearing aeterna so nothing will stain! As Rikkon calls out to her, she bends down to pick him up and cuddle him in close, "Hello my sweet boy." A kiss placed on his forehead. She looks to Cirroch with a fond smile, "Nor could have I my love." Her lips soon kisses Cirroch's cake covered cheek, being silly a taking a small lick of it off and then giggling.

Once all the enemies have been defeated, Aella lifts Jacqueline from her shoulders and holds her high. "All hail Jacqueline Sanna, Lady of Giant's Reach, Queen of the Cake War, and birthday girl+"

Raimon sets down the rest of his 'ammunition' onto the plate that he'd set aside earlier. Retrieving the fork, he actually eats some the regular way. Grinning broadly at, well, everything, he salutes Jacqueline with the fork's upraised tines. "Happy Birthday, you!" Raimon eats cake.