Violeta Emili, a Ravashari smuggler dressed as the wind, 2 Rivenshari Clan Guardsman arrive, following Mattheu.

Jasper, an unflappable scoundrel, 2 Redrain Guards, 1 Redrain Veteran Guards arrive, following Deva.

3 Thrax Guards, 1 Thrax Elite Guards arrive, following Jasher.

entrance. Contrary to what anyone who has spoken with him in the past few days might assume, there's no sign of any last minute rushing around; everything is perfectly in its place, all the Apprentices standing poised and ready to assist with anything, and the Softest himself matches the decor in gleaming gold and shining multi-hued blues. As the ballroom begins to fill with guests, he step toward the front, taking a moment to address those gathered in the spirit of friendship with clasped hands.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you so much for attending our gala as we kick off a week of festivals celebrating the ideals of Gild that Whisper House champions, and in turn all the ideals of the Pantheon. Whisper House is so pleased to have you here, and I hope that you'll avail yourself of any refreshments you please before we begin our festivities for the evening. This event is all in service of mending broken bonds and making new ones, so I encourage you - seek out those you wouldn't ordinarily, who you might not know, or who you would be less inclined to speak with, and perhaps you will learn something new not only about them, but also about yourself." With a dip of his head, he slips back off to the side of the room, to mingle and greet guests.

Within the beautifully adorned Elysian Ballroom, the beautifully-adorned Softest Whisper stands near the entrance. Contrary to what anyone who has spoken with him in the past few days might assume, there's no sign of any last minute rushing around; everything is perfectly in its place, all the Apprentices standing poised and ready to assist with anything, and the Softest himself matches the decor in gleaming gold and shining multi-hued blues. As the ballroom begins to fill with guests, he step toward the front, taking a moment to address those gathered in the spirit of friendship with clasped hands.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you so much for attending our gala as we kick off a week of festivals celebrating the ideals of Gild that Whisper House champions, and in turn all the ideals of the Pantheon. Whisper House is so pleased to have you here, and I hope that you'll avail yourself of any refreshments you please before we begin our festivities for the evening. This event is all in service of mending broken bonds and making new ones, so I encourage you - seek out those you wouldn't ordinarily, who you might not know, or who you would be less inclined to speak with, and perhaps you will learn something new not only about them, but also about yourself."

"... glad to have you back in Arx. You can't imagine." For once, it's not his assistant Mortimer that Grady's chattering cheerfully away at as he comes into the ballroom; he's graced to have Marquessa Samantha on his arm! And in full cognizance of his good fortune, judging by his bearing. "And such wonderful timing, yes? I'm looking forward to introducing you around. Ah. Well. To the people you don't already know, of course. But I do think my time circulating in Arx's social scene will bear SOME fruit at least, yes? At least a little bit. Do you know, little bit of fresh fruit would really suit me right now, I think. Just the thing. Well! Introductions, and then I can raid the fruit platter. I do hope Countess Thea will be here. You'll like her."

Indeed, it has been some time since the Conscience of the Peers has walked among the people of Arx, and a great many things have happened since then. Samantha smiles towards Grady, allowing him to continue on with his own account of things as her gaze takes in the gathered assemblage for the gala. "I appreciate that, Lord Grady." comes her soft reply, once he finally concludes.

Pete, a Grayhope account manager arrives, following Mayir.

Karina slips quietly into the ballroom with the ever-reserved Farley close at heels, keeping a sharp eye on the extended train of her dress. Pausing to listen respectfully as welcome is delivered, the young Islander artist smiles brightly, dimples flashing as she applauds Cesare. A hunt, then? Green eyes flick to the balcony before narrowing shrewdly, and with a measured step, she begins to make her way towards it.

Thea is here, naturally. Her family is quite close with the Whispers and Thea herself enjoys their company. Seeing Cesare, she gives a slight smile. "This is nice. Drake is sorry he couldn't make it, he's busy as well but said to pass on his best." Hearing Grady, she lifts her eyebrow a touch but bows her head regardless. "Lord Grady. Hello."

"This is beautiful, Softest Whisper," Deva tells the host Cesare after he kicks the event off. She is present and has traded her usual leathers for a set of silks more appropriate for a ball. A few words are whispered to her assistant, who heads one way while she heads to the refreshments to look for a glass of something. Her steps are taken with more care in these shoes than they normally would be in a comfortable pair of broken-in boots. Fingers flutter at Thea in passing, a smile given to the Countess.

By all accounts, this is the last event that Jasher Thrax might be expected to attend, and not for any reason that it would require him to speak with utter strangers, an experience he has eluded most of his life. And yet, here he is, in support of a friend and clutching a skin half-drained of the rum that once filled it, otherwise known as liquid courage. He is clad in customary umbra formalwear, paired well with a veneer seemingly wrought of stone for how tightly he maintains control of it. Contrary to the Softest Whisper's earnest suggestion, the prince walks directly up to the most familiar face imaginable: the one belonging to his cousin, Denica. There is absolutely /no way/ he is participating in this exercise alone. He extends the leather flask out to her upon ghosting into her periphery, murmuring, "Cousin, I'm glad you're here," as his beryl eyes list around the ballroom to observe the various profiles of everyone in attendance.

Arriving a few minutes after the appointed time so she isn't the first one standing in the room. Denica steps in with Rook. The short Thrax princess is dressed in a vibrant sun dress. It only emphasizes how pale she is. Carrying a parasol decorated with angry suns attacking innocent clouds, she hands it off to one of her attendants. The dark-haired young woman looks around the ballroom. There is a subtle tension in the young woman's shoulders as her eyes scan the area, noting details with almost a careful precision and focus. Her sandals slap against the bottom of her bare feet, making that obnoxious sound sandals are wont to do. The young woman seems to be going out of her way to ensure it's made with each step. There is a quiet conversation between her and the man. A smile is easy on her lips and she is murmuring something about art probably, though she is adjusting the blade on her hip, so who knows what she is saying. As she passes Cesare she gives him a warm smile, "everything looks perfect," she murmurs to him. A wave to Thea and then when Jasher approaches, her smile brightens taking the flask. "Jasher!," she exclaims excitedly, "good to see you, this is my protege Minister Rook Champagne," she introduces the two, "Minister Champagne, this is Prince Jasher Thrax, the second best dancer in the Mourning Isles," she winks at him.

Gianna strides on in, hair gathered into a ponytail high on her head. Her gown is relatively simple, though of excellent tailoring, and she's not sporting much jewelry at allL: just a smokey epiphanite set in a mirrorsilver ring. Chin tilted upward, she cuts a regal figure despite not being, well, royal. Or anything. The Nightingale is a commoner that gave herself a title that somehow stuck. Perhaps it's partly due to the confidence on display presently. She collects a glass of light wine from an apprentice Whisper and has herself a sip. A calculating gaze takes in her surroundings.

Soft jingling bells and a wave of greens, blues, and copper (all them bells) follow the tall Rivenshari lord as he nearly skips into the ballroom. Stopping in the middle of the entry, possibly causing a small traffic flow issue as he turns to Cesare with a grin and flourished bow with cascading bells singing out. "Whisper Cesare, a lovely moment to find you again." Then standing up and slipping his crown of daises over hat and back upon his head. "To meet someone that I wouldn't normally." There's a small pause as he looks around the room thoughtfully and then spotting a passing tray of drink wanders after them to capture one of the drinks.

There's something a little self contradicting with Isolde's garb, a garment made of leather, yet with the material parting enough to show much of her leg. Fit for summer and yet not quite. Nonetheless, she doesn't seem stifled by the heat as she drifts into the ballroom with a merry smile, as if she's been to the place many times before. She hasn't but the easy confidence remains nonetheless.

Vitalis checks 'recovery check' at normal. Vitalis is successful.

Karina glances at Gianna appreciatively while passing her, dark-lined eyes flickering over the other woman's gown with obvious approval.

Vitalis enters the ballroom with Adalyn, eyes tripping around the room with a sharpness likely owed to what happened the last time he was here. He and Adalyn move through the gathering towards Cesare, "This looks like it will be a lovely evening, Softest." They can all hope! It isn't likely to be more harrowing than his last visit.

Pete, a Grayhope account manager leaves, following Mayir.

"Countess Thea!" Grady does, indeed, look and sound delighted to see Thea here, as promised by the conclusion of his previous monologue. A broad, warm smile lights his face and picks out flecks of green and gray in his eyes. He bows to her. "I'm terribly glad to find you here. I must ask for you to do me the honor of two things, this evening. The first, yes, is to allow me to present to you my cousin - by marriage, but really, who's counting? - Marquessa Samantha Deepwood. And the second is to grant me a dance before the night is through. Marquessa Samantha, this is Countess Thea Wyvernheart, who is a far better dancer than she is about to claim."

Violeta Emili, a Ravashari smuggler dressed as the wind, 2 Rivenshari Clan Guardsman leave, following Mattheu.

Kit, the grey fox, Primus, First of Monique's Assistants, 1 Greenmarch Guards, Tertius, Third of Monique's Assistants arrive, following Monique.

Jordan, apologetic Gentleman of the Chamber, Monique arrive, following Noah.

Striding into the ballroom at the arm of Princess Denica Thrax, Rook Champagne looks like he has stepped back in time to when he was a Whisper, the dashing escort to one of the more important nobles in the room. He engages in light conversation with the Princess, wearing his own unique stylings - a green and silver ensemble, no doubt made by his own protege, the master tailor Sira. As they manage to make it perhaps two minutes into the attempt to meet new folks and immediately find those known to them, or at least, to the Princess, Rook laughs as she and Jasher are drawn to each other by the gravity of the room. "Indeed, I was quite impressed by your performance last week." he offers to Denica's cousin. "It is a pleasure to make a formal introduction." He bows his head a bit more deeply. "Have you come to bid on any of the fine items up for auction?"

There's a flutter of her fingers at Deva, a smile appearing. "Princess Denica. Long time no see. Good to see you unharmed this evening,"heading over to a drink. Spying Denica and Jasher, she gives them too a smile. Gathering a drink, Thea bows her head to head to Samantha. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I assure you, I'm not a great dancer, Grady just insists on torturing me,"her gold-flecked green eyes looking in his direction. "I can't promise anything, but we'll see what I can do."

Armor and weapons have been traded for garb less suited to Adalyn's preferences but more befitting a social gathering: a figure-hugging gown and jewelry. Arm linked through Vitalis's, the Clement lady moves alongside him through the ballroom, making note of other faces amongst the crowd. "Absolutely a delight to see you," she remarks to Cesare as they approach, her smile warming with genuine gladness. "It's sure to be a lovely event."

Samantha nods slowly as Grady provides the introduction to Thea, and she smiles warmly to the Countess. "Come now, Countess, we both know that while Lord Grady is a man of many, /many/ words, never are any of them untrue. I should very much like to see the two of you dance." Her eyes twinkle in amusement.

Cesare is in the middle of greeting someone else when he spots Jasher and his eyebrows rise incrementally, followed by a slight smile. "What a surprise," he murmurs to the austere prince as he passes by, with a minor squeeze of the forearm - congratulations, Jasher, you've escaped being hugged for once. He's finding someone, who is probably trying to fade into the background, an individual dressed in blue, and pulling that person over to introduce him to Jasher and Denica, before swanning over to embrace Adalyn. "Oh, it's so wonderful to see you!" he enthuses, giving her the warm hug Jasher embraced, and adding wryly to Vitalis, "And you as well, my lord."

It's not long until Isolde's eyes land on Deva and they widen in astonishment. She makes a beeline for the woman, her pace quickening before she greets with a startlingly perky, "Deva! Gods it's been so long." Her features liven, though she doesn't overwhelm the woman with a hug. Yet anyway. "Softest." She greets Cesare once she tempers herself.

Deva checks composure at hard. Deva marginally fails.

Gianna has a sip of wine; her gaze strays over to the entrance. Spotting Rook and Denica, she makes her way over to them. "Minister," she greets. "Princess Denica. A pleasure. Yellow diamonds? Lovely."

Arriving in style alongside the Archduke-Consort of Velenosa, Lady Monique Greenmarch is a vision in the tones of sunset, her fitted, strapless duskweave gown pinpricked by the light of countless silver stars. Over it all, she wears a lustrous gold jacket of fine white hart, hanging open loosely to pick up the contrast of the gown, and contrasted perfectly by Noah in her dark garb beside her. The redhead leans towards the Archduke, a whispered comment shared between them, ruby lips curving as her eyes flick out over the gathering.

There are many individuals dressed in blue. Many. Dozens, probably. Although - they may not be currently in attendance. Gio is. He is there, cup of white wine in hand and, oh - it may be time to skuttle in the direction of the Sofest Whisper. He pauses at Cesare's left side, sips his wine, and offers an aside: "So many people." Quietly, overstating the obvious with a dry flick of stormy eyes. "Anyone with a name I need to remember, Softest Whisper?"

Vitalis' lips twist, a smile for Cesare, amusement sparked in gray eyes at the warm greeting for Adalyn, "I am unconvinced!" His smile is genuine, but there are others greeting the Softest and he and a more-appropriately garbed Adalyn move off with something murmured between them.

When his right hand is otherwise free from the burden of flask-holding, Jasher presses it flat against his sternum while bending at the waist in formal greeting to the Minister of Coin, a man that he has only passingly observed but knows by name. After all, one cannot administrate the Crown's coffers without being someone of high regard. After passing squinted judgment against Denica for her appraisal of his dancing, no doubt an exaggeration, he straightens and says dryly, "Thank you. The pleasure is mine." It isn't quite uncouth but certainly lacks for a certain warmth that others might be inclined to share with new acquaintances, and is certainly more obvious when contrasted sharply by the Thrax socialite standing at his side. "I have found myself wanting for a compass." He pauses to address the countess as she greets them in passing. "My lady," he replies, head inclining forward in an informal fashion. The squeeze to his arm is returned with a smile tinged with wryness, paired with a knowing look in his eyes. "Cesare. Is it? I..." But before he can respond fully, the Softest is off to hug others more receptive to them, to his relief, and torture a man in blue.

"Yes," Cesare says, shepherding Gio towerd Jasher. "This is my dear friend Prince Jasher Thrax and the unbearably talented Princess Denica Thrax." If Jasher thought the torment was over...! "Your highnesses, Gio diMalvici. I've promised him he would meet you both and enjoy your company. So. Enjoy!"

Just as Deva is about to disappear into a corner somewhere, she hears her name from a long-familiar voice. She's so startled, in fact, that she drops her glass. Luckily, she hadn't filled it with anything yet, so there are just pieces of glass to shove together in a neat little pile with the side of her sandals. "So sorry, so sorry," she is quick to apologize to nearby serving staff and promptly makes a play at scooping up the pieces herself. As Isolde is closer, though, she finds it impossible to resisting pulling the -other- woman into a hug with a clutched fistful of shards. "Isolde! Gods, I-- I'm sorry, I-- wow." It's all a rush of words and unspecified apologies. There's either something in her eye, or... tears. It's tears, quickly blinked away.

Shifting a nearly hidden wristlet pouch from one hand to the other, Karina makes her way through a far arch, fractionally lifting her skirts (to the relief of poor Farley) before heading up a curved staircase to the balcony. Fortuitous, she meets an Apprentice Whisper bearing a delicate golden tray of the delicious-smelling iced tea. She accepts a glass with a beaming smile and quick word of thanks, then carefully perches at the railing for a peek of the crowd below.

Gianna raises her glass in Cesare's direction when he nears. "Everything looks lovely," she tells him. "Well done."

"There! Do you see?" Grady grins at Thea, his eyes gleaming gold with the light of mischief. "Now you shall be breaking two hearts if I am left off your dance card." But Grady's insistance is playful rather than serious, and it's a fair bet he wouldn't ACTUALLY be put out if Thea were to give him the slip. He's quick enough to catch another face in the crowd. "Ah! Minister Champagne is here." He points Rook out to Samantha without actually pointing, a mix of a nodding of his head and the movement of his eyes. "I believe you must know him at least to say hello to, yes? He's with Princess Denica Thrax, who is one of Arx's avante garde art scene, and a talented artist in her own right."

Noah moves with all the arrogance that has wrapped around him since birth. The former Grayson Prince and now Archduke-Consort arrives with the Minx on his arm. There is a glance around the room as if he's counting all the exits. When she whispers, he drops his head a bit to listen to those ruby red lips near his ear. Noah's blue eyes move from one person to another and then across them again. "There are a lot of people here. Do you think they are all seeking forgiveness?" A smirk curves up his lips a bit. "I note one who should be begging for it is not here." Then he nods towards the drinks. "Shall we?"

"Me,"Thea is quick to mention to Gio. Clearly. "Lord Vitalis, hey. You're doing well?" She inches toward Denica, hedging there with a drink. "Are you both planning some dance affair yet,"her eyes flicking to Jasher. There's a slight grin at Samantha, telling her,"Oh I promise. Even my own husband has to drag me. Now my brother Martino, he is the opposite." Spying Noah, Thea lifts her glass. "Princess Noelle. Lady Monique,"she greets.

There's a look of relief, not at the glass smashing exactly, but when Isolde feels the arms around her. She can't help but beam as she returns the hug. "You're going to bleed all over the place." She warns, though doesn't let go, tears brimming in her own eyes. "I'm so glad to see you. I wish I'd reached out earlier, I'm sorry."

"A pleasure to meet you both, your Highnesses. Princess Denica. Prince Jasher." A pause, a glance over, and Gio offers Thea a knowing smile. "Countess - and cousin - it's ever so nice to see you here."

Adalyn greets Cesare with equal enthusiasm, quick to gather him up in a tight hug. "It's been far too long and I don't know how I've let that happen. Shame on me! We must sit and have a proper chat soon." For now though, she recognizes that the Softest has a party to host. She gives his arm a light squeeze and sends another fond grin in his direction before turning to clear space for other party-goers to greet the Whisper. Her head inclines toward Vitalis as the pair carry on a brief, murmured exchange.

Denica is more than happy to drink from Jasher's flask, rather than finding a proper drink. Taking a healthy swig she hands it back to her cousin, knowing the need for such things at these types of events. As the stands and talks with Rook and the Thrax prince, the occasional person catches her eye. Deva is one of them and she wiggles her fingers towards the woman. On the arrival of Gianna, her smile brightens, "Nightingale, I own you a letter but I certainly look forward to our meeting and discussions." A beat and she looks from Rook to Jasher, brows lifting, "you may find yourself with some competition on that," she murmurs to to her cousin with a growing grin. To the former, "anything interest you, Minister?," she wonders. To the collective ground she says, "I heard there will be games. That's exciting!," she exclaims, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Denica rubs her hands together, it's an obvious display of her competitive spirit. Hearing her name tossed around, the princess lets her gaze drawn to its sort. At the introduction of Gio her thick, dark Islander eyebrows lift upwards. "DiMalvici, there is an interesting story there, no doubt," she murmurs with warm. "Lovely to meet you!," she tells him. Seeing Thea inching towards their gathered group, she is waving the woman over formally.

Monique turns to Thea's greeting and her brows lift in tandem, followed quickly by a snort. "Did you just... Princess Noelle?" she turns to Noah, biting her lip hard, trying not to laugh. "And since we're at a ball of forgiveness, you must forgive her for it. And now, you must forgive me for it. Princess."

A soft smile from Samantha. "I am rather well acquainted with Minister Rook, Lord Grady. We work together quite closely as part of the King's Council." She offers a way in Rook's direction, should he happen to be looking her way, before turning her attention back towards Thea, who is both closer and easier to engage in conversation. "I am sure that is only mild exageration," she offers to Thea, even as she spots the Countress slipping away. She takes another few moments to glance around, considering the crowd itself. "This is rather good attendance. I hope that the Whispers are pleased with how many seek forgiveness and unity this day."

"I do tend to bleed a lot," Deva confesses with a nervous laugh, quickly pully her hands away from Isolde's leathers. She appears a little more rough around the edges than when they last saw each other, more gaunt and with a strange assortment of scars to boot. Plucking a napkin from a nearby server, she wraps her hand best she can and straightens with a smile. "I'm the one that was-- ah, gone, so it really should've been me to do so. I'm sorry," she says again. "You look wonderful. What have you been up to? Are you happy?" Rapidfire questions are asked with a curious expression, eager to hear more. Spying Denica's greeting, she wiggles her uninjured fingers back at the Thraxian princess and smiles widely at the gathering around her.

Gianna inclines her head to Denica. "Soon," she tells the other woman, her tone light. A brow arches in Thea's direction, then over at Noah and Monique. Fingers curled delicately around the stem of her wine glass, the singer certainly isn't watching to see if anything hilarious happens.

Noah puts a hand on the small of Monique's back to walk her towards Thea's table. "Theresa--" No title. "You are looking." Not good. Not bad. Just sort of nothing, perhaps. Then he looks back to the redhead with him. "She cannot remember names. It's something with her mind being off. Don't press it. She starts to stomp her foot and offer violence. As well, I would make a /delightful/ Princess." His eyes move towards Denica for a moment and then back towards Thea and Monique.

Doing his best to keep up with the diminuitive Princess at his side, Rook moves along as the steady stream of well-wishers greet Denica. And occasionally, they are there for him. He favors Gianna with a warm smile. "Nightingale," he dips his head to her. "I am so pleased that and the Princess have found the potential for common ground." As the topic shifts to bidding and games, Rook chuckles. "Oh, I do not believe that I am shopping tonight, but games, perhaps." He flashes a grin. "As you have seen, I do not let a lack of talent get in the way of entry into any sort of games." He beams with a bit of pride. "The Blackheart still owes me a drink from hitting that mast with the trebuchet during the regatta!" It was a ballista, of course, but he did in fact hit it. Somehow.

Vitalis and Adalyn head to refreshments, skimming the table before turning to find somewhere to sit. Thea's hail draws Vitalis' attention and he smiles, diverting her direction. That greeting to Prince Noah from Thea draws lifted brows, "I think you can cross her off your list of potential friends, Highness," he flickers a smile at Noah, bowing, before turning back to Thea. "Lady Wyvernheart. I hope you're well." He lifts his glass in silent toast to Thea, drawing Adalyn close, unless she's been pulled astray by other guests, he looks back to where tangled fingers meet to see.

Well. Just in case it does, Cesare's impeccable timing is /probably/ about to foil it. He claps his hands together, drawing attention. "Everyone! If you'd like to participate in our little party game, I'd like to introduce the rules. First: break off into pairs, and I /will/ insist that you pair off with someone you do not know well. You will have ten minutes to get to know each other. And when we reconvene after those ten minutes, I will ask you each to answer a series of questions. But not about yourselves. Oh no." The Softest's dark eyes glint. "About each other. Each correct answer earns one point. At the end of the five rounds of questions, increasing in difficulty, whichever team has the most points wins."

Jasher accepts his flask back from Denica and takes a healthy swig of its contents before venturing to respond to the incredible amount of stimuli in his immediate area. First up is Gio DiMalvici; thankfully, Denica is the first one to note the uniqueness of his surname, which means he does not have to ask about it either now or later. "Gio, a pleasure. It seems that you have no choice but to enjoy our company, tonight, so I suppose that means you ought to take my cousin as a partner for the game." That is about the closest thing to quipping Jasher ever gets, outside of the very obvious, silly puns that make him friends and enemies in equal measure. "

Samantha nods towards Grady, and drifts a bit to the side. "Come, Lord Grady, let us find a seat, before all of them are taken. We can engage in quieter and more peaceful conversation instead of trying to manage this line of greeting." She heads over towards one of the many round tables draped in lace and silk. She pauses, however, as her impeccable timing is ruined by Cesare's greater impeccable timing. She breathes a sigh of relief as the game involves quietly speaking at a table, and so she continues on her way.

Of course the Lycene princess gives Deva space to clean up but her mirth remains as she studies the woman she once thought had gone. "You know what? This is the friendship and forgiveness ball, let's not dwell on who is at fault." She says with a little chuckle, as she taps her eyes, gathering her composure. "Smells like roses too, you know." She shakes her head. "I'm purposeful, I'm not listless. Yes I'm happy." And she seems to mean it too. "What about you?"

Samantha has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Samantha has left the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Judge have been dismissed.

Kessi, a big-eared, fuzzy fennec fox have been dismissed.

7 House Deepwood Guards have been dismissed.

Thea smirks a bit at Noah's words. "Oh, apologies,"she asks Monique. "I'm sorry I haven't seen you in so long. How are you?" She smiles, greeting Adalyn as Vitalis leads her about. "Wait--I'm a great friend you know." She clears her throat, taking a sip before telling Noah,"I know. I look forever wonderful."

Samantha nods towards Grady, and drifts a bit to the side. "Come, Lord Grady, let us find a seat, before all of them are taken. We can engage in quieter and more peaceful conversation instead of trying to manage this line of greeting." She heads over towards one of the many round tables draped in lace and silk. She pauses, however, as her impeccable timing is ruined by Cesare's greater impeccable timing. She breathes a sigh of relief as the game involves quietly speaking at a table, and so she continues on her way.

Judge have been dismissed.

Kessi, a big-eared, fuzzy fennec fox have been dismissed.

7 House Deepwood Guards have been dismissed.

"What the Countess is telling me," Grady says to Samantha about Thea, "is that I'm much more likely to get her to dance with me if I act very stiff and proper and dig in my heels, yes, and pretend I would be VERY put out to be made an exhibition of. The only problem is that I've well and truly given myself away, haven't I, and she would never believe it." He takes clear interest in the game, but escorts Samantha to a seat before making any attempt to dive into it.

Judge have been dismissed.

Kessi, a big-eared, fuzzy fennec fox have been dismissed.

7 House Deepwood Guards have been dismissed.

Judge have been dismissed.

Kessi, a big-eared, fuzzy fennec fox have been dismissed.

7 House Deepwood Guards have been dismissed.

Pliable, Monique moves along with Noah's prompt, a study in practiced grace. "Countess Thea. You're looking *beautiful*," the Greenmarch finishes helpfully. "And you're right, it's been too long since we last had a chance to sit and talk. I'm doing wonderfully. A handsome man on my arm, several daggers beneath my gown, and whiskey that will surely arrive any moment now." Her emerald eyes slide to Noah. "You're right, you would. Shall I get us drinks?"

"Playing - oh, no, no - your Highness. I do not play party games." Straight-faced, Gio insists toward Denica and Jasher, and he sips at his wine.

Denica's attention diverts from conversations to that of their host. When Cesare talks about people finding partners they don't know, she looks around but then Jasher is stepping in with guidance and she looks appreciative at her cousin. Gio gets a smile, "that settles it-- games are mandatory. It will be enforced and I am not sure you want to see that happen good sir," then she looks between Rook and Jasher, "perhaps you two could pair off?," she says to them. It's an amiable suggestion and they are standing right next to each other, logistics wins out.

Gianna considers the room; then she turns and strides over toward Karina, inclining her head to the young woman. "You. I don't know you. Shall we pair? I'm Gianna Delvecchio, Nightingale of the Bard's College." She announces this like it is supposed to mean something.

Adalyn seems perfectly content to follow Vitalis's lead when it comes to locating a seat or spotting familiar or not-so-familiar faces to greet. Thea's voice captures her attention and brings a smile to the Clement lady's face. "Countess Thea, it's good to see you." Her eyebrows arch as she falls quiet to listen to Cesare's announcement, sending a grin toward Vitalis. "Oh, this does sound intriguing. A crash course in getting to know someone..." She turns to scan the crowd, searching for a potential partner.

Karina has joined the Balcony.

"It does. It's beautiful." Deva's eyes crinkle at the corners as she listens, her expression one of fondness as Isolde shares. "I'm so glad to hear that," she says promptly. "I'm--" There's a beat of hesitation, expression faltering for a moment. "--glad to be here," she decides upon, with a slight lift of her chin and a bolder smile. "Trying to appreciate the moments I have while I have them. Will you be playing? Is there a partner you'd like to question?" she wonders, nodding toward the rest of the room.

Samantha has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

6 Grayson House Guards arrives, following Keely.

Jasher glances sidelong to Cesare as he says, "I suspect that our mutual friend will not be cajoled by that notion in like kind. But I admire your fortitude nonetheless." There, the faintest twitch of his lips with constrained humor becomes evident, then fades as he turns to nod his head toward Denica. "Certainly. Rook?" The prince gestures to one side, as though to indicate that he is a willing participant. "Though I will ask that you initiate this social experiment so that I have time to conjure a suitable question."

Noah gets a messenger and winces slightly when he reads it. However, he offers, "You might need to pick up cake when you deliver this message." He looks towards Monique. "It seems we are about to be unpaired." His blue eyes slide over those within the room with a bored sort of expression. "I'll just see who needs someone. We convey after the getting to know a new person game."

Denica has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Karina laughs brightly as the Nightengale strides up to her, brows lifting. "It would be my pleasure and honor, Nightengale." A pause as she flicks a hand to the balcony railing she has comfortably made her domain. "I am Karina Seabright. Please, come and join me?"

"I am hard pressed to think of any better idea," offers Rook, exchanging a smile with Jasher. "Perhaps you can share with me some guidance on how to do the twirl stomp?" He smiles towards Denica as he detaches from her to wander off with her cousin. "So, I am to come up with the first question, you said..." He ponders for a moment.

Gianna has joined the Balcony.

Gio has left the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

"We'll need to catch up in time. Drinks at the estate, either yours or mine." Isolde says to Deva, still recovering from her joy at their reunion. "But yes... someone we don't know well." Her eyes lock on Monique, and her brows rise. "Or haven't seen in /quite/ some time." She squeezes Deva's arm before making her way toward the Greenmarch. "My lady. It's been quite a long while."

"Karina Seabright," Gianna repeats with a nod of her head, moving to join the woman at the balcony. Gianna leans against it, peering down at the others. Her next words are more quiet.

Monique casts a glance around at Noah's words and spies Isolde as Isolde spies her. "I've found someone much prettier," she says with a wicked smile, turning her steps that way. "My lady, I feel certain we'll destroy the competition." She leans in to murmur something quietly.

Noah has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Thea gets a message and exhales. She gives Cesare an apologetic smile,"I'm afraid I have work to do. But--good luck to you! This really is lovely,"and starts to sneak out.

Thea has left the Table of honor.

Finn the large Northern hunting dog with icy blue eyes, Rocco, the rascally assistant, Strawberry Pupcake, the Graypeak Mountain Dog leave, following Thea.

"Please, soon," Deva nods to Isolde in crisp agreement. As the room partners up, she withdraws with quiet steps and a faltering smile, perhaps off to go tend to her hand.

Jasper, an unflappable scoundrel, 2 Redrain Guards, 1 Redrain Veteran Guards leave, following Deva.

Timid steps carry Keely into the grand ballroom, her dark eyes widening as they wash over the decor. She stands near the edge of the room, suddenly looking a bit out of her element, and watching as the guests already present begin to pair up. She lifts a hand, delicately touching her fingertips to her earlobe, and looks as if she is considering turning and escaping right back out the door before anyone notices.

Jasher has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

As the pairings begin, Samantha takes a few moments to determine if there is anyone that she is yet to be familiar with, and likewise needs a part. Spotting Adalyn, she sends a smile of greeting before making her way over. "Hello, are you perchance looking fror someone as well?"

Grady has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Rook has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

"Where to?" Isolde spins on the heel of her boots, looking around the room to decide where to sit.

Denica sees Keely entering and considering and so the little princess, now partnerless stands up and waves the woman over. "You can join me!," she exclaims to her with a warm smile. "Game time," she tells her, "we are suppose to get to know a stranger and I...don't know you at all," problem solved.

Adalyn's attention settles upon Samantha just as the other woman begins heading in her direction. Flashing a cheery smile, she lifts a hand in a wave that serves as both greeting and invitation. "I am, indeed. I'm looking forward to becoming better acquainted. Lady Adalyn Clement," she adds by way of introduction.

Adalyn has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Monique has joined the Semi-circular Bar.

Isolde has joined the Semi-circular Bar.

Monique spies open places at the bar and of course that's where she leads Isolde to. Booze. That's the best way to get to know someone.

Vitalis has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Noah glowers at a message he received as he writes a reply. Then a drink is plucked up as he drops into a seat at the first table with Grady and Vitalis? A muttered curse and something about marriage. His blue eyes fall on his new vict-- new friends.

A small flutter of dark lashes accompanies a rapid blink as Denica catches Keely's attention. The young princess' relief is almost palpable, and a tentative, grateful smile curves her lips. She turns, slippered feet carrying her over to the small woman's table swiftly, and she sinks into a seat near to her partner. "Thank you," she murmurs quite softly, just loud enough to be heard above the din. "And hello. I am Princess Keely, sister to Highlady Liara Grayson."

Keely has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Grady flops down at Vitalis and Noah's table, having managed to hurriedly snatch a plate with some grapes and an odd slice of apple on it. He rattles something cheerful off to the both of them.

Karina chuckles, shaking her head at Gianna before replying to a query from the other.

As the participants settle into their seats and begin chatting and probably not stabbing each other, Cesare flits about the room making certain that everyone has beverages and food if they want it, and probably not accidentally blinding anyone by being so shiny. Proooobably.

Vitalis gives Adalyn a kiss on the cheek as they're separated by cruel, cruel, party games. His head comes up, looking out over the tables, ushered to sit with His Highness and lord Deepwood. He grins, chin tucked as he appears at the table and bows, glancing at Grady as he settles.

Denica has a drink in her hand she took off a tray on her way to a quieter spot to sit. At the introduction, she flashes a wicked smile. "Denica Thrax. Otherwise known as the Little Devil of Thrax. Lovely to meet you...so tell me about yourself? Hopes? Dreams? Hobbies? Interests? Favourite food and colour? That sort of stuff. I have no idea what they will ask, so I don't know, tell me anything and I can tell you about me?," she wonders. "I think that's how this works," she says a bit uncertain but good-natured.

Karina manages to keep herself from coughing outright as the Nightengale suddenly goes on, and on... grilling the poor girl, from the looks of things. The Painter is up for it though, and the tiny smirk that paints her lips for perhaps the third time in many minutes, she can't help but retort in rapid succession. Game on!

Vitalis checks composure at easy. Vitalis is successful.

Vitalis says in Arvani hand language, "Good evening, Highness."

Jasher checks composure at normal. Jasher is successful.

Gianna is speaking quietly but quickly with Karina over at the balcony.

Ten minutes come to a need! Cesare has grown tiny devil horns - no, just kidding. He's holding a notebook now, and a freshly-inked quill. "I hope you're all ready to begin!" He crows. "We will be going in clockwise order of tables - which means we begin with the Archduke-consort's table. Gentleman, I have one question for each of you to answer."

Ahem, ahem. "Archduke-consort. What is the best gift Lord Grady has ever received? Lord Grady - of the three of you, who has the worst handwriting? And Lord Vitalis, how does the Archduke-consort like his eggs cooked?"

Karina glances up in frustration as she just manages a fresh set of questions, then back at Gianna with a shrug. "We tried."

Grady lifts a hand to ask a question. "The worst handwriting now, or can I pick a time in the past?"

Gianna sniffs, once, and flicks her ponytail over her shoulder as she turns her attention down to the table below. She murmurs something quietly to Karina.

"You may not refer to Lord Vitalis's handwriting when he was blind," Cesare replies evenly. "I mean currently."

Noah glances up. Everyone ignore the dark looks and the messages going out of the area and brought back in. Nothing to see here. When his title is given Noah looks at Cesare. "The best gift he was ever given is a pen that his wife gave him. It came with his official wax seal of Deepwood and a show that she cared about his feelings on the matter of estate and lands." Not even a flinch to this.

Vitalis barks a laugh, at Grady, "Well-played." He grins and scratches at his jaw, looking at Cesare, "His Highness, likes a single egg, soft poached, with a bit of salt, pepper, and smoked paprika." He laces his fingers together, gray eyes bright.

Grady laughs cheerfully, probably at Cesare seeing through his gambit rather than Noah's guess about the best present he ever got. "In that case, Prince Noah has the worst handwriting of the two of them." There's an easy confidence about this pronouncement, like someone casually just rattling of something about an old friend that they've always known. He looks over at Noah, and only the mischief in his eyes serves to give the lie to the apology in his smile. "I AM sorry. Didn't want to bring it up, you know, but there's no getting around it, I'm afraid."

Meanwhile, Cesare's expression now says, 'if you are cheating, I'll know.' He looks between each of those on team #1 to indicate which of these answers are correct.

Then, moving on. "Team two! Ladies. Princess Denica: If Princess Keely was an animal, what would she be? Princess Keely: How does Princess Denica take her coffee or tea?"

Adalyn murmurs quietly to her companion although her attention has shifted as the game unfolds. Genuine amusement sparks in her gaze as she listens to the answers given by the first group, her husband among them. "Well, that was certainly convincing."

Jasher shoots Rook a /look/ that intimates that perhaps they sorely misjudged the caliber of questions that would be asked.

"Black," Keely blurts abruptly and with the utmost confidence once Cesare's questions are uttered, having to tear her rapt focus from Denica in order to do so. She smiles sheepishly, her cheeks turning a dusty pink and her posture sinking a bit into her seat, coffee-dark eyes then shifting to her table companion.

Denica perks up hearing her name and she considers this for a moment, "oh I think that I would say, Princess Keely loves cats! She has a kitten named Tiddlywinks. Really everyone should love cats," Denica continues on. "Cats are clearly superior on all accounts." No bias here, whatsoever.

Ellani, the palm sized spider arrives, delivering a message to Cesare before departing.

Rook chuckles for a moment, and waves a hand vaguely at Jasher. "Relax, your highness, we have this. There is no way your cousin can place herself into the mind of..." He trails off for a moment as Denica offers an answer, wondering if it may be correct.

Jasher shoots Rook another /look/ that suggests he should never underestimate the minds Denica can infiltrate.

Cesare has much less trouble believing this set of answers. "Thank you both!" he replies. Turning to...oh boy. He addresses Rook first. "Minister Rook. If Prince Jasher had to choose one of his limbs to lose, or suffer a public slight to his honor that he could not deny, which one of his limbs would he lose? I am joking. The question is: If Prince Jasher was lost at 3am, who would he call? Prince Jasher: What is Minister Rook's favorite type of sweet?"

Rook considers the question for a long moment. "If he were desperate and knew that he needed help, there is no one he would seek out before his cousin," he waves a hand to indicate Denica. "She would be the first and last person he would turn to, because she would drop anything to support him if needed."

Jasher gives Cesare a deadpan look while positing his queries, which only relents when it is time to consider a response. "Minister Rook has a preference for..." Yes, the prince actually rubs his chin as he weighs the options, which are incredibly limited - at least so far as he knows. "Chocolate cake." Yep. That's what he chooses. Very confident in this. Everyone loves chocolate cake. Right?

Gianna murmurs something to Karina up at the balcony. They better not be CHEATING.

Vitalis busts out with a loud laugh, shaking his head at Grady.

Rook grins towards Jasher. "As I have said, I am a simple man of simple tastes. Nothing beats a well crafted, chocolate cake, like mother used to make back home." He smiles just thinking about it.

Grady is all innocence. He eats a grape and absolutely doesn't say anything silly.

Noah is stoic like always but his left brow does rise up a bit.

"Thank you, gentlemen," Cesare replies. "Team four! Marquessa Samantha: What is Lady Adalyn's favorite color? Lady Adalyn: How does Marquessa Samantha like her steak cooked?"

Karina glowers at Gianna's words, playfully so, but convincing all the same. Standing tall (as only one of her slight height can) and squaring trim shoulders, she makes an appropriately indignant face. They best not be!

Samantha thinks for a moment, pursing her lips as she studies Adalyn. "Although it would not be encountered near where sresides, I believe that Lady Adalyn would select a lovely soft coral over other colors."

Adalyn turns to consider her companion, fighting to keep her expression solemn. "I believe Marquessa Samantha prefers her steak medium rare."

Scribble scribble. At the bar, two distinctly Lycene ladies. Never mind one of them is technically an Oathlander. "Lady Monique! Princess Isolde. It's your turn. Lady Monique: What is the /worst/ gift Princess Isolde has ever been given. Princess Isolde: If Lady Monique could vacation anywhere, where would she choose?"

There's a wry smile on Isolde's lips before she glances up. "Somewhere warm, with bottomless whiskey and no children."

Samantha smiles over at Adalyn for a moment. "Most of my life, I had always enjoyed a steak that was cooked, marinated, and lingered long in the fire. I enjoyed the burnt taste of the edge, the charcoal, and the spice. It was such a delight." Samantha's eyes sparkle. "I still remember the day that Rymarr first saw me eat a steak like that, and he scolded me so! I was robbing it of all of its taste, he claimed, and that was a tragedy." She sighs quietly. "It was a source of constant struggle between us - we would have to order the chefs to prepare our dinners at separate times, almost, as mine would take so much longer to cook than his." She smiles, nodding slowly. "Our last steak dinner, I remember it so well. He asked me, Would I ever consider acceding, so we could simplify for the cooks. Accept his way, so our dinners could come faster. You better believe I laid into him for daring to suggest that I change my eating habits to follow his." She looks down at the table for a moment. "That was our last dinner, in fact

Monique nods approvingly at Isolde's answer. "It's like you're me! The worst gift that Her Highness has ever been given was a cake. It was *all* sweet and she hates that. The person should have given her pie, obviously."

together before he fell." Samantha goes quiet for a moment, and when she looks back up to Adalyn there is mist in her eyes. "Every steak that I have eaten since that day, I have taken medium rare, as he did. For each bite reminds me of him, and it is the greatest flavor I could possibly imagine."

Noah coughs at the cake as a gift. Nothing to see here.

Karina glances down at the chocolate fountain. Up at Gianna. Down at the fountain. Eyes on the prize, woman!

There's a moment of silence where Cesare simply presses his hand to his chest, before turning to look up at the balcony. "Last but not least! Mistress Karina and Nightingale Gianna. Mistress Karina: If the Nightingale suddenly came upon an unimaginable fortune in silver, what's the first thing she'd buy? Nightingale: What is Karina's hidden talent?"

Grady's smile fades a bit as Samantha speaks, and he twists a small ring absently on his finger, then takes a sudden and intense interest in the last grape on his plate.

Keely sits in soft conversation with Denica, occasionally glancing up to hear each new set of questions and answers before turning her focus right back to her partner, clearly captivated and having lost some of her initial meekness. The bubbly drink in her hand may have something to do with it.

Karina doesn't have to hesitate a moment after listening carefully to both of Cesare's questions. Her face splitting into a wide, boisterous grin Karina lifts her voice so that those below might hear her well. "She would buy the Bard's College!" Bright green eyes slide to the Most Famous Bird in Arx as her brows lift expectantly. This should be good.

Rook watches Karina's answer, and his mouth twists a little bit in a smile.

Adalyn listens to Samantha's story with widening eyes. She engages in no victory dance for an answer correctly given, instead affixing her partner with a look of quiet compassion. The game continues on, so she leans forward, lowering her voice and murmuring quietly to the marquessa so as not to interrupt the festivities.

"Oh, I already own that," Gianna tells Karina. "But more Colleges? Yes. As for Mistress Karina, she is an exceptional artist. That is, of course, obvious. Her hidden talent is a complete lack of fear around bees." She announces this solemnly, as though in awe. Okay, not quite. But NO FEAR around BEES, people.

Isolde has left the Semi-circular Bar.

Karina blinks slowly. "Oh!" Cheeks brightening with color, the young woman flashes Gianna a sheepish look. "That would explain why -you- are the one looking for funding!"

Having gone through a couple glasses of wine during the course of the game, Denica has her attention split between the host, the answers and her conversation partner. The princess wears an easy smile, seeming content to be part of the festivities. A few of the answers cause her brows to perk, while others allow that smirk to form. For time to time, she leans to whisper to Keely, seeming to share both lively, amusing and serious conversation with her, nearly all in one breath. Her expressions tells the story of the content, while she occasionally looks over at Jasher and Rook's table.

Cesare um, stifles a laugh, nodding. Nobody tell Mabelle about Gianna's bee vendetta. "Thank you all so much for indulging me. I feel as if I know you all much better. For example I will only ever serve the Archduke-consort his egg - a single one - poached. With one round finished I am going to take the opportunity to invite you all to examine our auction items and announce that I am officially opening bidding. /Silent/ bidding. Unlike Minister Rook's incredible showmanship, I haven't nearly the head for sums he does and so it will all be handled by the Apprentices. They're here to record and submit your bids on anything you fancy."

Vitalis pipes, "Soft poached!"

Rook seems to have be having a very pleasant and lively conversation at the table with Jasher, and the two even seem to be exchanging smiles, of a sort. As Cesare calls him out, Rook turns and flashes a grin. "All you had to do was ask, I would have been happy to lend a hand. You know this house is near and dear to my heart."

Noah has left the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Noah has joined the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

"Next time, Minister, next time," Cesare replies with a brief, lazy grin. "Trust that I will, at some point, be consulting you on the matter of sums and economic trends, so that I can become less ignorant."

Karina immediately sends Mister Farley off to meet with one of the Apprentices, casting her balcony companion a slightly tired look before murmuring quietly.

Karina nods politely to Gianna before making her way swiftly... out.

Karina has left the Balcony.

Vitalis is overheard praising Whisper.

Gianna is overheard praising Whisper.

Rook is overheard praising Whisper: No one delivers on the promise of unity and togetherness more than the Whispers.

Jasher is overheard praising Whisper.

Noah looks suddenly serious and looks from one of his table mates to the other. That sound effect might flash: I fuuuucked up. Oh. I fuuuucked up.

Denica is overheard praising Whisper: Cannot be beat.

Samantha seems to have a peaceful, quiet smile on her face, nodding slowly to Adalyn. Talk of Rymarr always finds a way to buoy here, no matter the occassion.

Denica enjoys her conversation at her table with Keely, but when Cesare mentions the bidding, the young woman horns her gaze to Jasher. There is a look of competition and challenge in her eyes, they narrow at her cousin, thick Islander eyebrows wagging in silent warning.

Vitalis rises from his seat with Grady and Noah, putting a hand on the Archduke's shoulder. Very solemn, "It was good knowing you, however briefly." So sad. So so sad. He leans down to speak to the table.

Rook slowly backs away to avoid being caught in the middle of Jasher and Denica.

Grady smiles and rises, giving Noah a friendly pat on the shoulder, adding something else in a more pleasant tone.

Forever alone, Gianna enjoys her wine up at the balcony, surveying the ballroom.

Jasher stands from his seat at the table, all the while saying aloud to Rook, "I am glad we had an opportunity to chat this evening, even if somewhat forced upon us, and perhaps a little more intimate than the game demanded. But perhaps that was the point of it." The prince inclines his head politely to the Crown Minister of Coin. It is only when he realizes that Rook is quite literally retreating that he pivots on a heel to note Denica's competitive glare. His eyes lid as he points directly at her, a wordless challenge, softened only by a smile to follow.

Vitalis has left the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

"There is goodness in that then," Adalyn remarks softly to Samantha, her expression contemplative as she rises from her seat. The smile she offers to the marquessa is warm and earnest, accompanied by a hopeful tone as she continues. "I hope we might have the opportunity to become even better acquainted soon. This was a pleasure." Her attention shifts then, scanning the crowd for Vitalis and his newly acquainted companions.

Samantha ooc :is going to duck out because trying to do this on telnet is way too challenging. Thanks for the RP, folks! (After my pose out)

Vitalis gestures at Noah, before bowing and moving off to find his lady wife, "Any of the items strike your fancy?"

Oh, it's the moment he's been waiting for. Jasher is standing. He's not looking, distracted by Denica's fierce glare. Cesare sidles right up. He hugs Jasher. Right in front of everyone. If this isn't what the spirit of Gild is all about - um, it's not, public embarrassment was nowhere in the contract. Still, beneath the mischief, there' a hint of something much more genuine. "Thank you all so much," he says.

Vitalis says in Arvani hand language, "Good luck, Highness."

Ew. There's hugging? Gianna immediately drains the very last sips from her wine glass and hands if off to an apprentice Whisper before easing toward an exit.

Samantha smiles warmly towards Adalyn, nodding, as she rises up as well. "I feel much the same. You shall have to come and enjoy our hospitality." She casts her gaze about for Grady to see if he requires assistance in getting home as well.

Noah looks a bit uncertain for a moment as he comes up to his feet. "Hmm." Yeah, that's all he has to offer and then he moves over towards Monique. He came with her, so he's checking in with her. "I should have taken the wager perhaps." He leans against her seat a bit.

Gianna has left the Balcony.

Keely Keely seems to be enjoying her conversation with Denica, solemnity mixed with humor and surprise, every bit of it written on her young face. When the conversation comes to a halt, she turns her focus to Jasher and back, then watches with fascination as The Hug occurs. She takes a slow sip of her drink, cheeks and the bridge of her nose a bit rosy from its contents, eyes never leaving the events unfolding around the room.

Grady steps away to see Samantha as far as the door, although he doesn't actually leave the party with her.

Samantha thanks Grady, and slips out.

Samantha has left the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

Judge, Kessi, a big-eared, fuzzy fennec fox, 7 House Deepwood Guards leave, following Samantha.

Jasher parts his lips as though he's about to say something to a fast-approaching Cesare, but whatever that is is summarily choked out of him by the unexpected Hug. He pats the man on the back, as though to console him? That's really how it appears. He's really just not very good at all of this. "Of course," the prince says aloud, and then clears his throat. "Though I do not look forward to this bidding war with Denica. She's out for blood. It is certain to get ugly."

"Ugly?" Cesare chirps. "Nonsense. All of this is to support Whisper House, and you know we will only use the funds in turn to support the best for the Compact." He lifts a brow at Noah, but - what else. What is there to do about Noah, really?

Grady stands by the door for a moment after seeing Samantha out, still, twisting the little ring on his hand in an absent gesture; because he's facing out, his expression isn't really visible, and not much can be read from his bearing other than that sense of stillness.

"They're all lovely. But Cesare's songs always stir my emotions in a way I can't explain. I thought I might like to bid on that." Adalyn sneaks a curious glance toward Vitalis. "Anything that draws your attention? Good gifts perhaps."

Kessi, a big-eared, fuzzy fennec fox arrives, delivering a message to Adalyn before departing.

Jasher has left the Round guest table draped in lace and silk.

3 Thrax Guards, 1 Thrax Elite Guards leave, following Jasher.

Denica begins to stand, smoothing the her sunshine skirt with an even flick of her hand. A sincere smile flashes at Keely, "it's more fun that way!" Denica puts her empty glass down and that seems reason enough. "There are some messages that must be whispered, but others should be screamed loudly. This way, no one can pretend they do not hear." There is a parting grin for her conversation partner, "it's been delightful, your Highness." The woman is taking in a breath and she passes by her cousin as he is hugged-attacked. There is obvious warmth in her eyes for the man, "I'm always out for blood. I'm an Islander," she tells him, before she makes her way over to Rook, seeming to be making her goodbyes for the evening. "Minister Champagne," she greets him with a bright smile and murmurs something to the man.