Setting: Ballroom: Bortawin Manse, Cairhien
Clothed to the hilt in festivity encouraging garb, the room itself may well be an entrant in the masquerade event if its intended purpose were not to provide a place of divertissement. To that end, musicians occupy the platform, sending lilting melodies upon the air intent upon coaxing couples to the floor. Several long tables stoically present a neat array of viands near the dining hall doors thrown open to invite more earnest participation in ambrosial undertakings. A sommelier presides over the movement of wine from bottles to glass to guests' hands via the trays of a number of servants clad in Bortawin livery and sporting simple masks. Both hearths blaze cheerfully, providing more a presence rather than heat; the occupants of the floor providing ample contribution to that end.

Attendees:

Decevir
A short man, hunched slightly over, pads along on shorter legs. He must not stand much taller than 4'8" or 5' in height, but he moves along on those short legs better than most do on their longer legs. Dirt brown hair sit like an old, wringed out mop that is long overdue for the garbage heap. Fiery golden-brown eyes (no, not a wolfbrother) burn with rebellion and an attitude meaner than those savage Aiel are rumored to be.
He wears a worn cloak, with holes and tears in the hem which drags across the ground. However, the clothes he wears underneath are a better fit and in better condition. A crimson red shirt with baggy sleeves and an intricate embroidered pattern from shoulder to wrist fits tightly across his pudgy form. A pair of matching crimson red baggy pants with the same intricate pattern down each leg are fit to his legs and tucked into a pair of brown leather boots.

Mors
Starkly gaunt, the mask of this guest is a grim skeletal visage, a portent of time's demise. Ceramic in construction, its colouration is bone white, tinged limpid grey and irregularly polished, lending to the illusion of rotted skin clinging to its host. Its grin, feral to the point of menacing, features prominently, complete with teeth and a cavity allowing the one within to speak; and when he does, it has the desired sepulchral effect, hollow-sounding. Beneath a garishly plumed and brimmed hat of deepest ebony, a pair of sharp grey eyes with striations of deep cobalt gazing out of sunken sockets to observe the living world.
Cloaked a rich fabric of midnight blue, this spectre's costume attempts to be imposing. Prominent shoulders jut proudly, while beneath the cloak, swirling mix of blacks, blues and greys robe him, suggesting the chaotic murkiness surrounding the phenomenon of death. His mien, confident to the point of arrogance, completes the livery, bringing the livery to life. In hand is a staff, a full span high, gilded in gold. Mounting the staff, a serpent and shadowy form twine where, at the summit, they face off. Arched to strike, the serpents fangs are bared, lips pulled back in a wide grin, while the wraith backs in fear, its shapeless mouth scream in tacit agony and indescribable fear.

Aglaia
Sable locks, bound loosely with toothed jade allows the illusion of a careless tumble of curls to frame an elaborate configuration of painted ceramic. The guise reflects none of its wearer save for a cerulean gaze and garnet touched lips. Instead, it presents the mien of a smooth-cheeked child-woman, alabaster veneer at first glance, nearly limpid upon desultory coaxing of the ambient light, placidly regarding an innocent world. Towards the edge of the mask, the features take on a gilt hue, faint streaks diffusing into the bed of ebony tresses.
The woman-child's gown might be best suited upon a tatterdemalion were it not for the material and detail of embroidery within the silk. Creepers and vines entangled among myriad layers of flesh-toned fabric crawl over hinted curves, the movement of the diaphanous material creating the vision of foliage stirred by the constant yet whimsical breeze. In keeping with the guileless aura of the costume, no jewelry adorns slender fingers, silk-sheathed neck or ringlet hidden earlobes. Beneath ragged-seeming swaths that comprise the skirts, a pair of dancing slippers ready their owner for a turn or two of terpsichorean diversion.

Zar
Before you is a tall, yet somewhat slouching man, bringing a near six foot height down to around the mid five foot range. Though his face is fairly hidden under simple rags, a long mustache can be seen hanging down, and parts of his eyes seem to flash out now and then. A few strands of dark hair break through onto his face in places, being pushed away when growing bothersome.

His clothing is that of a simple man, mostly simple rags. His eyes are clothed over almost like a poor blind man's, yet he can obviously see fairly well out of them. Although wearing simple, commoner clothing, he does have it carried quite well, his leggings tucked cleanly into a pair of old worn boots. And, in a show of a little decoration, a few, simple green slashes mark his simple wool shirt, just below the left shoulder, and the glint of a silver earring can be seen if he turns the right way.

Shalana
Krynn is a lovely woman that looks to be in her thirties. She is tall for a Cairhienen, 5'6. Her eyes are a bright blue and can change from a cloudy, confused look to a bright, curious one. Her dark hair is curly flows down to her waist, with some twists around her head that form her hair into a small coronet. She is thin, almost too thin with her pale skin being silky to the touch. Today she is wearing a gown that is seemingly made of nothing but swan feathers. The feathers are soft and gleaming white, with a touch of silver worked in. The gown is somewhat low cut, but it is still very decent. The gown conforms to her figure quite nicely and trails about a foot behind her. A mask of gleaming white feathers with touches of silver cover the top half of her face, except for her eyes. Krynn also wears a Domani choker of silver that is inset with pearls. On her pinkie she wears a ring in the shape of her personal sigil, a star that oddly enough looks very much like the Sun of Cairhien with a crescent moon in the upper right-hand corner. She also wears a diamond and emerald anklet on her left ankle.

Vonegu
Vonegu stands about 6 foot tall. He looks to be in his mid-twenties, but the mask upon his face makes that hard to determine. The man is of moderate build and fills his costume. Brown hair and eyes peek out from his mask. The man is dressed in a striking suit made of wheat shafts. Painted on the unusual suit are various greens and oranges, giving the thought of a field ready for harvest. Boots made of reeds cover his feet, completing the outfit.

Leena
The woman you see before you is wearing a red dress in Mayene fashion. The red silk is pretty much off of the shoulder, it's neckline scooping down very low, bordering almost on the obscene. It's bodice is tight against her, and gold thread adorns the bodice and forms shapes of roses. The bottom of the dress is long and full. Along with the dress she wears a red velvet mask. Dark black hair spills down her back and brown eyes peek out from the mask.

Lone Wolf
Standing an average height this man's hazel eyes peek out from behind a snout mask, long and thin white on the sides with a grey line of fur running down the middle. The soft almost furry fabric of his shirt and pants are in the same dark grey colors. Following behind him is a tail that holds flecks of dark browns and greys. Tuffy ears poke out from his head finishing off his mask.

Kouros
A tall Cairhienin who sports a careful smile. The majority of his face is covered by blue mask which is lined with grey, leaving only his mouth, chin and dark blonde hair uncovered. He is otherwise dressed quite formally, his coat and slacks modeling themselves after the same blue and grey theme, with touches of black here and there.

Gossander
The disguise of the figure you gaze upon is stunning, an elaborate array of be-gemmed elegance, the background fabric of which is night-blue. On the breast of the tunic a lion growls at the setting sun, the head of the lion pure gold, its eyes emeralds, the dusken orb of rubies for certain. About the tunic, he wears a belt of silver dawdles that hangs tassled ends beyond its knot. Beneath the rich blue tunic he wears hose of crimson and upon his feet are jesters shoes, the very fabled footwear of gleeman, toes pointed, erect with a bell on the ends. Upon his face he wears a mask styled after the likeness of a lion's, whiskers engraved and eyelashes, each feature giving away the craftsmanship. He glides, wherever he goes, with a warrior's grace.

Magnum
A helmeted being dressed in battle armor strides about, although the armor is so well taylored that it makes no sound especially since the joints are not made of metal. The flexibility of the being before you **looks** to be impossibly low, but appearances can be deceiving. Attached to his shoulders is a bright red cape, connected with gold medallions with an unusual emblem. His gauntlets are finally woven small chain metal links and the fore arm part is unusually thick. Other than that....everything seems to be normal...or is it? His helmet also allows full view but shades the eyes so they can't be seen

Larise
This woman apparently has no shame and knows it. Her dress is entirely black, hugging her body tightly. It falls down in a straight line, pooling on the floor slightly. Her arms are covered in black silk gloves and on her face is a black velvet mask. In her ears are tiny diamond drops and around her neck is a small diamond.

Bryn
A carefully concealed tall gentlemen wrapped in colors of blue and grey. Upon his sleeve there are embroidered five slashes of silver overlaid with a golden eagle. His face is hidden by a black mask with an emotionless quality to it, the eyes behind it flickering back and forth rapidly taking in the surroundings. A long cloak of a very light shimmery material trails after his absorbing the crisp strike of his black military boots on the floor. The hood to the cloak is down revealing jet black hair out the back of the mask. No weapons are visible anywhere upon this man.

Decevir keeps a tight and firm hold upon his worn cloak as he meanders about the ballroom, as if afraid someone might try to steal it. Occasionally he gives a gaped tooth smile to one of the other guests, proclaiming when asked, that he indeed is an Illuminator.

Pausing at the entrance, a starkly cloaked guest speaks softly to the attendant at hand. A brief nod follows, and he enters the gaily festooned ballroom, ominous staff tapping lightly on the floor, accompanying his walk. He gazes at the many costumed guests -- no, fellow nobles -- and begins the inevitable 'circling' that accompanies such gatherings of the nations elite.

If the announcement of the Illuminator's arrival escaped Aglaia's notice or she had merely some trouble getting away from her current conversation, her greeting comes some moments later, trailing a spring-like fragrance as well as diaphanous silk as she moves. At the end of her journey across the floor, she has several guests to greet, a faint smile on her face to accompany the welcoming gesture of her hands "Grace favour you this eve. If you like, Waltrin will relieve you of your cloaks. There is food, drink and merriment in abundance and I hope you will lose no time in availing yourself of them."

Holding up a hand gloved in white, Mors shakes his head slightly, the jet plumes on his hat waving in response. "Grace favour you, my lady," comes the traditional response, if hollowly, "And my thanks for your warm welcome. I certainly hope to enjoy the pleasantries that so warm a welcome brings." A quick click of a clasp, and the rich cloak comes off, to be whisked away by said servant.

With a garnet-tinged curve of her lips, Aglaia produces a small ribboned parchment from the reticule on one arm, "If you so desire, my lord, just something small to while the conversation with the others. The trick is to determine your match among the other guests."

Reaching out to the proffered parchment, Mors takes it and deftly undoes the binding. With the staff resting on his shoulder, he skims the words. "My match,, my lady?" comes the quizzical response. If the skeletal visage had brows, they would arch.

A touch of humour touches the woman-child's lips, "Answer that question and find another with the same, of course." A slender hand indicates the number of bodies within the room even as she turns to lead the way back into the ordered throng.

A servant walks over to you and says, "Lady Shalana requests the honor of entrance M'Lady. Shall I see her in?"

Murmuring the written words, in rhythmic cadence no less, Mors follows the hostess-greeter into the heart of the masquerade. Before too long, he has committed the brief passage to memory, and even while exchanging ritual pleasantries with his peers, a small part contemplates the enigma.

Outside:
The servant sent inside arrives upon the portals seeking the Lady called Shalana out. Recognizing the woman amidst the throng, he steers his steps in that direction, "If you will please follow me to the ballroom."

Shalana nods regally, "Of course." Follows him in.

Shalana is shown into the manse proper, appropriately heralded to its inhabitants.

Lyrical voices, coming from all corners of the room, chatter and giggle, calling to one another in costume, some bringing more life to their looksake than others.

Shalana sways into the room gracefully, surveying the scene with cool distractedness.

Having not left the vicinity of the doorway, Aglaia is at hand when the Lady is announced, the child-woman's mask turning automatically to offer a careful smile "Grace favour you my Lady. Waltrin shall relieve you of you cloak if you wish and there is an abundance of food, drink and merriment to avail yourself of." A slender hand indicates the rest of the room in polite welcome.

Circling the small pools of liveried nobility, Mors finds himself once again close to the entrance, and his eyes rest upon a feathered costume, and, being one of the first to greet, advances upon the guest. "And a good even to you, my Lady," comes the hollow-sounding greeting from behind the mask.

Zar enters slowly, wooden staff being left near the door, as he nods politely to the servant who led him in, then glancing slowly about the room from the entrance.

Vonegu is heralded into the room as is proper for his station. He gives a slight smile to everyone present before heading further into the room.

Zar steps in a few steps behind, and to the side of the Lady in feathers, making it known that he is at least arrived with her.

Shalana gives a deep bow to the man, "Good evening sir." Glances around."It looks to be dreadfully fun around here." Smiles.

"My lords, my lady," Aglaia murmurs in a lilting soprano in addition to her greeting as she unfolds a few scraps of parchment closed with ribbons. Extending them to those yet lacking of the 'party favours' she explains, "Just a bit of a game, if you will. You are challenged to find your match amidst the other guests."

Zar offers his own deep bow to the man, crook in his back restraining slightly, but still allowing the bow before he slowly straightens again.

Extending a gloved white hand, Mors intones a 'Grace favour you' to the gentlemen, inclining his bedecked head to each. To the lady a more formal bow, and lets the hostess-greeter give each guest their riddles.

Shalana takes the offered parchment and studies it for a while before rolling it back up. Her gaze takes in the room again as she slowly nods to herself. She then turns back to the man who just addressed her and nods politely.

The musicians, gaily dressed in their own costumes, strike up yet another tune. The music, most suitable for a dance, permeates the room, but does not overbear, allowing an acceptable amount of conversation.

A wine-bearing servant in a plain mask and Bortawin livery wanders closer to the new arrivals, silently offering his burden towards the guests with a bow.

Zar offers a firm handshake to the man with a deep bow of his head, "Grace Favour thee sir." he says in a lightly raspy, yet flowing voice. To the Lady, he offers a deep bow, with no interference from his back.

Shalana takes a glass of red wine from the servant and takes a sip of it.

Zar takes the parchment gently, offering a polite bow to the Lady, before slowly unfurling it and pulling it close to allow his eyes to glance over it slowly.

Vonegu moves about the party, greeting various people. Eventually he nears Shalana and greets her. "Hello My Lady."

A touch of a curve graces Aglaia's lips closing the strings on her reticule before directing some idle talk towards Shalana, "A lovely set of feathers you have adorned yourself with my Lady." Hesitantly, her hands unconsciously stray towards one, seeking out the soft texture before propriety halts her motion.

Returning the firm handshake of the beggar-man, Mors steps back and briefly converses with a passing, upright mongrel; at least, that's what the costume seems to be of. "Are you....?" A shake of the mongrel's head, and Mors is back to the recent comers, patiently biding his time before questioning them each on the riddle.

Shalana gives him a polite smile and nods at Vonegu, "Hello good sir." Turns to Aglaia and nods, "Why, thank you." Outstretches her arm towards Aglaia, "You may touch it if that is what you wish"

Zar allows his eyes to pass over the crowd of people, though remaining fairly reserved, and allowing not, his eyes to stray in one place for long.

Vonegu smiles at Shalana again before turning to Aglaia. "Greetings My Lady."

Aglaia offers that careful smile again, obliging the permission and confirming her earlier pronouncement with "Yes, quite fine indeed. It must be such a comfort to wear." A brief tilt of her head towards the spectre, amused at his attempt to decipher the parchment given him.

Mors advances on the beggar-man, engaging him in soft conversation. He mutters to Zar, "... correct,... riddle... searching... one whose..."

Shalana nods, "It is." Glances at the spectre and the beggar, then takes a sip of her wine.

"Will the rest of your family be joining us this eve, my Lady?" Aglaia, also accepts a glass of wine, this one a white, before turning back towards Shalana inquisitively, "I have not visited in quite some time."

Zar allows his fingers to gently massage his mustache for a moment, brow quirking from beneath rags, "Ah, fine sir, riddles of this sort have never been my strong point sadly." he says in a rather medium voice, offering another quick glance to the room.

Vonegu looks rather interested in what answer Shalana has to offer.

The festive music strains dance lightly, mimicking the human dancers (or is that vice versa?), bringing light-hearted merriment to the ballroom. A quick, expected burst of staccato notes play, sounding much like laughter, bringing quick steps and laughter from the assembled as well.

Shalana quirks a brow, "Really? Well, next time I see them I will say hello for you"

Aglaia inclines dark-curled head in acceptance, "Please do. I do hope they are faring well?"

Shalana nods, "They are the same as ever"

"Indeed?" the child-woman turns the impassive mask towards feathered lady, "A kindness then in these times of confusion."

Vonegu carefully listens to the conversation between the two costumed women, seeming more interested in the answers than questions.

On the floor, the swirl of colours and silks blur by in a fluid motion as the revelers pay homage to the tune with their participation in its expression.

Shalana nods slowly and takes another sip of her wine, "Yes. Confusion breeds dissonance, something that we do not need now"

Lone Wolf and Leena make an entrance from the foyer, heralded as is appropriate.

Lone Wolf escorts the lovely lady into the ballroom.

Shalana looks around the room, entranced by the color and sounds. She turns and gives Lone Wolf a warm smile.

Leena glares at the feathered woman and draws closer to Lone Wolf.

Zar glances his attention to the newcomers, though only straying their enough to get a general view of each. Eyes glancing over his piece of parchment again, he gently tucks it within the many rags.

Waltrin hurries to the new arrivals, followed by a more casual, yet diligent plain-masked server bearing a tray of wine. By Waltrin's posture, he is waiting for the newcomers to relinquish their cloaks and coats.

Vonegu glances about the room, nodding with a smile to the new arrivals.

Lone Wolf takes a glass of wine from the tray and separates his arm from Leena. His eye's look around the ballroom at the various costumes with a smile.

Leena frowns slightly but then wanders over to the musicians.

Vonegu smiles warmly at Shalana. "What about you my Lady, have you been well?"

Glancing towards the entrance, Aglaia murmurs towards Shalana, "If you will pardon me..." As she reaches the entrance once again, she offers a greeting accompanied with an open-armed welcome "My lord, my lady, do let Waltrin relieve you of your cloaks and feel free to partake of what food and merriment appeal to you." She takes to opening her reticule again, producing a few more ribboned parchments "And if you care to bend your thoughts to a few words that form a puzzle, you are challenged to find your match among the other guests; one who has a parchment with the same answer as yours."

Nodding to the beggar-man, Mors moves off and turns an eye to the newcomers, inclines his head. "My lord, my lady," he greets in sepulchral tones. "Welcome to the ball."

Shalana nods slowly, "Yes, I have been well sir. My name is Shalana. Would you care to grace me with yours?"

Vonegu bows his head slightly. "I am Vonegu, My Lady."

Leena wanders back to Lone Wolf in time to hear what Aglaia tells him. She nods at her and smiles, "A pleasure to be here M'Lady"

Zar nods in return, then with an evident bit of reserve, makes his way towards the music and finding a seat. Slowly coming to a rest, he just enjoys the sound of the music for a moment.

Lone Wolf reaches in and takes out a one of the ribboned parchments, "This should be interesting to say the least, Thank you M'Lady."

Shalana lets her eyes rest on Zar for a second, then she nods, "And how are you enjoying yourself Vonegu?"

Vonegu takes a moment to glance about, he then smiles at Shalana again. "Oh, quite well Shalana, quite well. What about you, do you find the festivities enjoyable?"

Shalana purses her lips and shrugs slightly, "It is pleasant enough for now"

The closing of the current piece being played brings a polite applause by the assembled. The lead musician stands and announces in a deferent voice, that any requests will be honoured.

Vonegu smiles warmly. "I am glad to hear you find it pleasant."

Shalana sips her wine and gazes about the room, admiring the colors.

Zar chuckles nearly silently towards the musician, but does not offer a piece, but rises and slowly makes his way into the throng of people yet again.

Vonegu focuses on Shalana's costume for a few moments. "That is a nice costume Shalana, what are those feathers?

Leena frowns at the parchment then leads Lone Wolf aside for a moment.

Shalana smiles, "They are swam feathers Vonegu"

Skirting the edges of the dancers, occasionally boxed against the wall momentarily as dancers frolic by, Mors makes his way to the musicians, offers a soft request of his own, before returning to his peers. In this case, the wheatfield and the one plumed in white feathers. "My lord, my lady. If I might entertain you with a question, have either of you contemplated your riddle?" Though the voice affects at being empty, it is, rather, tinged with unrelenting curiosity.

Vonegu grins and looks closely at the feathers, finally he raises up and grins. "A most interesting costume Shalana, most interesting."

Vonegu turns and nods to Mors. "Yes My Lord, I have."

Her task at the door temporarily taken care of, Aglaia makes her way towards the throng of people occupying the rest of the room, offering pleasant nods towards a group or so of people. Finding herself nearly at Zar's elbow, she murmurs a polite "I do hope you're enjoying the festivities?"

Lone Wolf in the corner of the room hidden from most Lone Wolf helps Leena with her dilemma.

Shalana smiles, "Yes, I have"

With a cock of his head, his own ebony plume waving slightly, Mors presses, "And your answers, dare one of them be nocturnal in nature?" Even while asking, he reveals only a little of his own.

Zar raises his eyebrows in slight surprise as the lady nears, entering a small bow, eyes sliding to the floor as he does, "Ah, indeed M'lady, it is a delightful gathering. And with women of your beauty, I feel out of place." he smiles gently as he slowly straightens.

An inclination of her head indicates either acceptance or modest evasion and Aglaia straightens to offer a smile, "My lord is too kind. I'm sure you belong quite easily in a place of merriment. How fare you?"

Vonegu smiles at the gentleman, but shakes his head. "Nay, mine does not."

Shalana gives Vonegu a warm smile as she gazes about.

Lone Wolf excuses himself from the lady in red and wanders around the room with his glass in hand. Much like a hunter seeking his prey he stalks about slowly watching all.

Zar bows his head respectfully, a gentle smile piercing the rags, "M'lady, please call me Zar. And I thank you for your comment M'lady, though I know not whether it is truly correct." he says, "I am well M'lady, though surely in a better state with your company. I surely hope your evening has also been enjoyable?" he inquires politely.

"And you, my Lady of the Swans?" Mors asks, nodding to the Cornstalk. "Might yours deal with the night, the province of Death?" he adds dramatically.

Shalana purses her lips in thought, "Perhaps. Why do you not make your way over here so we can compare notes?"

Vonegu chuckles at the association. Smiling he shakes his head. "Nay My Lord, with the world of rebirth and bounty."

The child-woman's gaze sweeps over the swirl of colour and movement on the dance floor. Thus turned, Aglaia answers Zar with, "Indeed, it has been quite enjoyable. I have not partaken of such a celebration in some time, at least not until the last gathering at Lady Desier's school."

Leena slowly makes her way through the crowd to where Zar and Aglaia are standing. "M'Lady?"

Zar smiles in response to the Lady's response, "That is a delight to hear M'lady.." he says, stopping his sentence to turn his gaze to Leena, offering a graceful bow to the lady, "M'lady..."

At Leena's approach, Aglaia's perusal of the celebration turns to the speaker, "Yes?"

A hollow chuckle ensues from the skeletal mask, but Mors does move closer, fishing out his riddle into a gloved hand. "My Lady of the Swans, my riddle deals with a flier of the night, one to whom mystery is no stranger, but is banished with the rosy kiss of dawn."

Leena nods to Zar and whispers to Aglaia.
Leena whispers "M'Lady, could you please direct me to a powder room? I know it's frightfully indelicate of me but...""

Lone Wolf stays aloft from most of the crowd. Despite the game at hand he seems content to wander about the exterior listening in here and there.

Zar takes a small step back from the two as they speak, wishing not to interfere in their words.

Aglaia holds up a hand to offer a polite but silent excuse towards Zar while she addresses Leena's query.

Shalana chuckles softly, "I just might be able to help you good sir. "

Vonegu turns back to Shalana. "How did your family fare this autumn?"

Shalana smiles politely, "I am but a mere woman, I know not of those things Vonegu."

Leena senses "Aglaia nods, waving discreetly towards a servant, "Gerwyn here shall direct you to the nearest one, through the dining hall.""

Leena nods, "Thank you" and follows the servant.

Vonegu grins at the attempt to evade. "Come now Shalana, surely you must know something, a bright lady as such as yourself."

Perking up in stance a bit, the spectre of death looks pleased, offering his riddle to the gracefully attired lady in white. "If it pleases, might this be what you were also given?"

Shalana blinks, her eyes wide and innocent, "I am but a simple woman sir, no more, no less.

Leena paces for the open doorway of the dining hall.

Kouros makes an entrance from the foyer, heralded as is appropriate.

Vonegu nods and smiles. "Of course My Lady." He sounds as if he doesn't believe her for a moment.

Zar remains where he is, silently awaiting to see if the lady before him continues on her way, or speaks once again to him, eyes straying over the crowd for a moment.

Waltrin, once again, makes his way to the door to offer his cloak storing services with a bow and a "Good eve, my lord."

Switching to a more formal piece, the musicians on their podium begin a soft, romantic piece. Evident couples take the floor and being the popular dance, a flowing, intimate one.

Kouros tips his head in acknowledgment, offering his cloak to the cloakman. "I trust I am not too late?"

Vonegu listens to a few bars of the tune before smiling again at Shalana. "Would you care to dance?"

With Leena properly assisted, Aglaia turns back to her previous interlocutor with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry my lord, I play part of the hostess on occasion at this celebration. A role my mother and elder sister always took within my family's home."

Shalana smiles at Vonegu, "I would be honored sir"

Vonegu extends his hand to lead Shalana out onto the dance floor.

Waltrin bows again upon receiving the cloak, "Nay, not at all, my lord. Just in time, as a matter of fact." A true Cairhienin servant, he doesn't mention just what the man is in time for. Turning smartly on a heel, he heads off to deposit the cloak somewhere safe.

Shalana takes the offered hand and gracefully makes her way to the dance floor.

Zar quirks a brow slightly, shaking his head lightly, "It is no trouble M'lady. Please, do not let me keep you from any duties you might have, for I am little in this world." he says with a slight nod, "I'm sure they would both be thoroughly proud M'lady..." he says, gesturing about the room, "All is certainly going very well indeed." he smiles warmly.

Vonegu escorts Shalana out onto the floor before releasing her to bow before her. He then offers his hands. "It will be a pleasure to dance with you, but I must warn you I am rather clumsy.

Shalana curtsies and smiles, "Well, we shall just see about that. I find that people always make less of themselves when more, and more when less."

Kouros shakes his head to himself, then makes his way deeper into the ballroom to mingle.. and perhaps figure out just who everyone is.

Vonegu grins before starting a slow dance with Shalana, one to match the tune.

Lone Wolf leaves the mingling people and steps out onto the outdoor patio with his glass of wine.

As the lady is lead off, the skeletal guest moves to the newcomer and inclines his head in greeting. "My lord, Grace favours you." he intones, "You are not late whatsoever. Indeed, welcome."

Shalana smiles at Vonegu as she flows along with the music. After a few moments a prickling in the back of her head tells her there is something familiar about this.

Vonegu appears to be a bit more graceful than he gave himself credit for. He continues to lead Shalana about. "You dance wonderfully, My Lady."

Shalana blinks up at him and smiles, "Thank you Vonegu, you are also a fine dancer"

Kouros smiles in return. "That is indeed relieving to hear. I was afraid, at seeming the number of people here, that I was going to miss everything.

Vonegu smiles down at Shalana. "Thank you, but I am unfortunately not worthy of your compliment."

Shalana shrugs, "Underconfidence can be as much of a detriment as overconfidence sir."

Leena makes a re-entrance from the foyer.

Vonegu nods slightly. "I suppose that could be it, but dancing with you will raise my ability much more than any amount of confidence."

Leena makes her way slowly into the room and heads over to where the drinks are.

Shaking his hatted head, Mors holds out a hand. "No, if anything, we were simply enjoying our little riddle contest. Our hostess has one in mind, to help the guests. She is just there." With a raised arm, he picks out a small woman with a child-woman mask, in diaphanous silks.

Gossander makes an entrance from the foyer, heralded as is appropriate.
A lone figure steps into the room, peering about.

Shalana shakes her head slowly, clearly used to complements of that sort, "If you insist sir."

Vonegu smiles but stays quiet for now as he continues to lead Shalana around to the slow song.

Kouros follows the gesture, and is able to pick out the indicated lady.. "Well.. then.. perhaps I should seek her out so that I might know what this riddle is about

Shalana hushes and enjoys the dance while it lasts.

Again, Aglaia drops her gaze at the compliment, "Thank you." though a barely audible addition follows, unintended for any ears but her own "at least someone thinks so." The moment is gone quickly though, her upbringing preventing much of a lapse into self-deprecation. "I'm sure I'm not acquainted with your station in the world."

Vonegu pulls Shalana a bit closer to him, and seems to be throughly enjoying the dance.

Magnum makes an entrance from the foyer, heralded as is appropriate.

Shalana frowns again as a hint of a memory stirs within her again, then shrugs and continues dancing."

Zar nods lightly, warm smile issuing forth, "You are eternally welcome M'lady. And I am a mere speck in this world when compared to women such as yourself, and the others filling this room." he smiles, giving a quick gesture to the rest of the room.

Melodious tones inflicted by the musicians upon the appreciative dancers float along with the murmur of voices accompanying any gathering.

Magnum head turns slightly as he glances about the crowd then surprisingly quiet considering the armor, moves in the direction of Shalana.

Kouros exchanges a few pleasant words with someone he doesn't recognize (obviously) on his way towards the noblewoman in the woman-child mask. His pace is leisurely, his demeanour patient.

Lone Wolf leave the fresh air and re-enters the ball room to get a refill on his glass of wine. slowly he makes his way towards the table with the drinks and almost stares at the child-woman as he passes.

Leena wanders back over to the table with the drink and takes a glass of white wine. She turns and looks at the couple dancing.

At the entrance to the room, the lone figure stands, still surveying the dancers and the talkers and the revelers in turn. Smiling to himself, Gossander enters the fray, loping like the lion that seems to be his adopted totem of the day.

Magnum seeing Shalana dancing he averts his steps to the refreshment table...and fixes himself something to drink.

Shalana continues dancing with Vonegu, a smile on her lips as she lets herself be led around the dance floor.

Vonegu can be seen whispering something quietly to Shalana.

Shalana stares levelly at Vonegu and pauses only for half a second before continuing to dance.

Vonegu smiles at Shalana and nods before continuing to dance with her.

"And what does this speck do? If I may so inquire," Aglaia inquires of Zar, as yet unaware of Kouros' approach and equally innocent of Lone Wolf's stare.

Shalana beams up at Vonegu and her what little of her features that can be seen soften slightly.

Gossander watches the pair dance with especial interest; perhaps the man behind the mask recognizes one or the other of them, or perhaps he just enjoys the delicate way the young woman dance. Beneath her garb, she after all, must be a fine woman indeed. Tearing his gaze away, he makes his way to the refreshment table, as if lost on his way there, bumping to and fro drunkenly and whispering to those he comes into contact with, "The lion will roar," prophetically - no, but cryptically in the least.

Vonegu looks quite pleased at the expression on Shalana's face now.

Lone Wolf leans against the wall at the drink table, "You like watching those two dance Red?" he says to the lady in the stunning dress.

Leena tosses her hair back over her shoulder and shrugs slightly, "She looks like a queen, or a princess and he seems quite dashing too"

Gossander huffs, "dashing!" and he helps himself to a large portion from the generous hosts.

Zar smiles, his eyes showing evidently thoughts drifting through his mind, gaze meeting hers for a moment longer, "I merely try to make my way through the world here, aiding in any way I can my fine Lady. And with women of your beauty and stature all around, I could not be any more pleased M'lady." he says, the crook in his back leaving as he stands straight and nodding respectfully.

Leena sniffs loudly in Gossander's direction and moves her glance to other couples on the floor.

Magnum hmms and moves over to the group of standing and gathered personnel....and hearing words recognizes the voice...but he still moves the same towards the group

Gossander laughs at the lady's apparent disregard for his discernment, "Well in a way," he mitigates his harsh comment, "though she's a doll from Shara if ever I've seen one, her skin, where it's seen so silken," he burps expertly, the smell of wine suffusing nearabouts.

Kouros finally steps within Aglaia's vicinity, politely bowing to both her and her conversation partner. "Forgive me for interrupting, but I was told the lady to talk to this evening is here.....

Lone Wolf fills his drink and continues to watch those parading about like fools.

Leena rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.

Shalana laughs and gazes up at Vonegu as she dances.

Aglaia chuckles softly, half to herself, but still politely at Zar's response "I'm sure your help is a kindness to any who are fortunate enough to receive it." At Kouros' address, she turns to offer a welcome smile, instinctively launching into her greeting "Grace favour you my lord, I do hope you partake of what food, merriment and drink we have to offer." A quick dip to the reticule at her side and she untucks yet another of those ribboned parchments "And just some tidbit of a game with the other guests. Answer the question you see on there and determine the other guest who possesses the same or similar answer."

Vonegu looks rather upset when the songs pick up in speed again. He leads Shalana away from the dance floor.

Zar takes a small step back when the man approaches the two of them, nodding politely and allowing the crook in his back to return slowly, once again, not wanting to interrupt anything. His eyes move respectfully over Aglaia for a moment, then drift to the dancers, finally returning to the woman before him and the newcomer.

Vonegu smiles once more at Shalana and bows slightly before her. "Thank you for the dance, My Lady."

Leena smiles and carefully makes her way off the dance floor.

Kouros's eyes widen behind his mask... then he nods his head. "And what happens when the riddle is answered, my lady?"

Leena nods , "Thank you kind sir"

Magnum drops the lower half of the visor slightly allowing his mouth to show so food and drink may pass freely.

Shalana steps closer to Vonegu and whispers to him

Aglaia smiles as she hands over the parchment, "Then you return to me and receive such thanks for participating as befits the occasion." She waves a slender hand about the room, silk trailing the gesture lazily.

Magnum takes a sip of the wine he picked up earlier before fully joining in the group not speaking yet, just offering the pleasantries of the situation...

Leena walks over to the interesting looking man in the armor. She smiles playfully, "Hello sir"

Shalana and Vonegu pace for the open doorway of the dining hall.

Magnum turns his head to face Leena, "Hello Ma'dam" his accent if there is one is well hidden even to some of the most adept ears, and if you are truly listening their may be a clue that he is making his voice deeper than normal, but you only have your suspicions

Kouros carefully takes the note and lets his eyes scan over it... and then an eyebrow raises. "Very interesting, my lady... now, I do not suppose you would like to share with me /how/ I am supposed to find out who has the same riddle?"

Leena winks at him and looks back to the dance floor, "I know that I'm being forward, but would you care to dance with me. It seems that for some reason, I'm just not the woman anyone wants to dance with" Gives you a playful pout.

"Ask them, of course," Aglaia answers with a hint of a teasing smile to the curve of her lips. "Have you discovered your match?" she addresses Zar, still presumably nearby.

Magnum smiles, and quirks a brow, "And why is that ma'dam?"

Zar sighs softly, eyebrow raising slowly as Aglaia refers to him yet again, small smile arising, "If my riddle is the match you are referring to M'lady, I fear not yet. Word riddles have never been my forte. I've always agreed that an image tells much more M'lady." he smiles warmly, offering a slight gesture to the lady, though eyes straying around the room yet again for a moment as if searching.

Magnum smiles, and nods his head slightly in acceptance, "Just let me get my...riddle my lady and I will be glad to dance with you.

Leena nods slowly, "Very well then." She makes her way over to a far corner of the room, where she can keep an eye on everyone."

"Perhaps allow the words to create your picture for you?" Aglaia offers helpfully, "I find that allowing your mind to just toss what images the words conjure might lead you to the answer."

Magnum looks back to the lady handing out all the packets of questions...and steps forward, nodding in greeting and respectfully as he does not know her status without the costume then awaits acknowledgment.

Larise makes an entrance from the foyer, heralded as is appropriate.

Zar nods slowly, "Indeed, you are truly wiser then I M'lady. Maybe if....." he says, yet stops as Magnum nears them, allowing his gaze to go from one to the other softly.

Larise slips into the party quietly, fixing her mask quickly and mingling with the crowd.

Kouros takes one last look at his slip of a riddle, then he tucks it away and ponders, letting the noblewoman return to her conversation as he seeks his answer..

Magnum smiles, "Pardon the intrusion ma'dam, but I was told that you were the person to see for a riddle of sorts?

Magnum's approach does not go unnoticed for Aglaia, clad as he is in armour. Swiveling her azure gaze in that direction, she issues her greeting, "I do hope you have availed yourself of the merriment offered and perhaps this might add to your entertainment." She produces yet another ribboned parchment and extends it towards gauntleted hand.

Lone Wolf watches the ladies with a careful eye, they stop on the new comer with a smile. Working his way over to her, "Greetings there M'lady."

Larise smiles back to the man, nodding her head slightly. "Greetings, Sir. Has the party been going on for long?"

Magnum takes it and reads it before nodding, "Thank you Ma'dam," his head tilts in thought before he excuses himself.

Lone Wolf bows and shakes his head, "No no, The party began the moment you walked into the room."

Larise raises an eyebrow over the black mask covering her face. "Did it? Then I'm glad to have not missed anything." She seems slightly amused.

Lone Wolf holds out his arm, "Would you care for a drink before diving into that den of hungry wolves?" he smiles and nods towards the dance floor.

Larise takes the offered arm graciously. "No, thank you. It might be wise to not be impaired at a time like this. It's probably best to be alert." With a silvery laugh she walks out onto the dance floor, bringing the man with her.

Outside
Bryn looks over to Tevan and remaining carefully aloof asks with a nonchalant air about him. "Could you kindly direct me to the Masked Ball?"

Tevan bobs his head, standing impassively by the entrance to the grounds. "Just ask the man just inside the Manse Portal. He will direct you to the Ballroom."

Bryn nods. "Thank you."

"Maybe if?" Aglaia turns back towards Zar, questioning after his unfinished sentence.

Leena graces Magnum with a smile and nods slowly, "I believe that I am sir. My name is Leena by the way"

Lone Wolf laughs happily as the woman pulls him onto the dance floor, "I didn't mean for me to join you here. But seeing I have never been able to refuse a beautiful lady." He grasps her in his arms and begins to move to the tempo of the music.

Bryn makes an entrance from the foyer, heralded as is appropriate.

Larise smiles and moves to the music. "I doubt you ever had a choice, my friend. What brings you to such a party?"

Magnum smiles, "Magnum"

Zar looks to her yet again, "Maybe if?! Oh..." he remembers, "Yes M'lady, I fear that I've forgotten where my words were going to lead." he sighs softly, "Yet, if I might inquire, do you have a riddle yourself to puzzle through M'lady?"

Leena 's eyes wander out over the crowd, as if searching for something.

Magnum offers his hand for her acceptance then follows her eyes about...assuming she is looking for a good place to dance?

Lone Wolf smiles and twirls her around to the music, "I wolf does his best hunting in a forest with other animals rather than in an empty desert."

Larise says "A wolf, eh? You romp through the forest by day and woo women by night then, I assume?"

With a light chuckle, as befits a genteel setting, the child-woman tosses ebon curls gently as she shakes her head. "Alas no, my lord. I am unable to partake in this game as someone has to be able to confirm that the answers are correct. But perhaps if you share the contents with each other I might be able to yield some light upon the matters." She includes Kouros in that last statement, assuming he is still within earshot.

Leena smiles and takes the offered hand, and lets him lead her out to the dance floor.

Bryn enters the room unobtrusively observing events for a moment before joining the throng slowly making his way towards...

Zar chuckles lightly himself, "Well M'lady, would you mind if I entreated you to a riddle myself?" he smiles, "Of course, I would surely understand if have to much to attend to, and I will continue along my way M'lady." he says, bowing his head lightly.

Kouros laughs shortly and shakes his head. "I believe I may know the answer to it, my lady.. but then, I always think I know... and end up being furthest from the fact."

Raising both hands to include both Zar and Kouros, "Please share then my lords. I am eager to hear your speculations."

Larise stops dancing and blinks behind her mask in surprise before laughing and continuing the dance. "Quite the life you lead, sir. Now, may I inquire on what you actually do during the day?"

Magnum leads her out to an open spot on the dance floor...then places one hand just above her waist...and begins to dance.

Zar nods gently, sighing deeply as he turns to Kouros, "Well sir, I am at a blank as to the answer to mine, yet maybe if I hear yours, I might have a better chance if ours is the same." he says.

Lone Wolf moves about smoothly, "I do a little of everything and a lot of nothing. Really I hold my own. And you my dear?"

Whilst Zar and Kouros exchange riddles, Aglaia takes the opportunity to hand off one of the beribboned parchments to a servant, nodding towards a new face on the dance floor. Some moments later, after weaving through the crowd, the servant hovers near Larise and her dancing partner, awaiting the opportunity to present the parchment to the intended guest.

Kouros shrugs his shoulders as he looks to Zar. "Perhaps. Admittedly though, the more I think of it, the more I am sure I am wrong. 'There is a thing that nothing is and yet it has a name. It's sometimes tall and sometimes short, joins our talks and joins our sport, And plays at every game. What is it?'" he reads from his slip. "I am thinking it is a Story or a Lie.. but I am not sure..

Larise smiles and tries not to step on Lone Wolf's feet. "I'm the personal assistant to the Lord Daze, though I feel that job will be falling through soon."

Larise stops dancing and gracious nods to the servant before taking the parchment and opening it slowly.

Moving with some grace, Leena sways to the music surrounding her. She smiles up at the man, "So how are you doing with your riddle?"

Magnum leans in a little closer to Leena so that his voice can reach her ears without disturbing others...

Magnum smiles...and answers

Larise frowns down at the parchment, studying the words over and over again without any luck in guessing the answer.

Lone Wolf looks down at the woman's parchment without reading it, "can you figure out your riddle? are you a body part?"

Zar nods, listening silently, yet his eyes constantly glance over the ballroom as if searching for someone or something, "Well sir, I would believe you to be correct, in that your riddle is probably referring to a lie. Mine speaks of two horses, swiftest-traveling, harnessed in a pair, yet grazing ever in places distant from them." he shrugs, "I fear I am at a loss though."

Larise scowls at the paper. "I was never very good at riddles," she says quietly.

Magnum smiles, "I'll help, read it to me..."

Bryn moves over close to Kouros and inclines his head to him, and then to the others near him. (I believe that's Zar and Aglaia)

Lone Wolf nods, "Perhaps I can be of assistance?"

Larise looks up quickly and blushes. "If you can, please, feel free."

Magnum smiles, his suspicions growing although it is barely if possibly recognized in what little of his face shows..."Let me see it."

"You can consider a lie nothing?" she inquires of Kouros' and Zar's speculation, "And as for the horses, perhaps remove the image of horses and concentrate on their activities and characteristics?"

Kouros hrms to himself.. "I admit your riddle has me stumped, my lord.... and, it appears my guess for mien was a little off as well..

Lone Wolf smiles as he reads the piece of paper, "This my little darling says that you are mine for the rest of the night... What cries, flutters, nothing better than an eye." He hands her his riddle and lets her read his.

Zar quirks a brow and nods, "Indeed, I would not call a lie something M'lady, just a name for something that does not exist." he shrugs, "And yes M'lady, that is what I've been trying to do, to no avail I fear." he says.

Re-entering the party, after being inexplicably called away on some urgent business, the one dressed as a spectre of time resumes his rovings among the nobility. Remaining, at least to some degree, in character, Mors converses with groups of gaily dressed revellers.

Kouros tilts his head to Bryn when he approaches. "Glad you could finally make it..

Larise reads the paper and nods. "Why, I think I know what it is...which reminds me to ask, what is the reason for these riddles being passed around?"

Bryn answers with an acknowledgment, bland and emotionless. "My Lord." He inclines his head again.

Lone Wolf points to the host, Aglaia, "I think that if you ask her that question she will have a proper answer for you. I will be waiting counting the moments until your return."

Larise looks towards the woman and moves towards her, finally arriving a bit to her side, waiting to be noticed.

Aglaia echoes Zarniel's words "It doesn't exist? I would have to disagree my lord. And let me remind that I do have knowledge of these answers and perhaps my word upon it may weigh greater than another player." If her eyes were more clearly visible, he would be able to note the wink, but her smile gives away the jest held within the comment.

Sensing a presence moving closer, Aglaia turns to regard the new arrival, "May I offer you some assistance my lady?"

Zar is about to speak, smile warm on his face, yet reserves himself as she turns to face the new arrival.

Larise nods slightly, smiling warmly. "I was just curious as to the meanings of the riddles that are being passed out tonight. Is there a reason for them that I might have missed?"

Magnum leads Leena about the room smiling the entire time, when he is not speaking with her that is.

"Ah indeed my lady," Aglaia answers readily, a smile touching her lips in polite acquiescence "Ah yes, you are challenged, not only to solve the riddles, but to find a guest present who has the same answer. I do hope it provides some added diversion to your eve"

Leena winks at Magnum and continues to sway to the music.

As Kouros turns to leave he places a hand on Bryn's shoulder. "I'm afraid I must depart, but I have no wish to slight our hosts. Please remain in my absence and conduct yourself as House representative. I will expect to hear from you first thing tomorrow morning." Bryn nods and offers that neutral response, "My Lord." He watches Kouros' exit then turns with a deep sigh and faces the party.

Leaving his last group with a soft chuckle, Mors begins moving towards a table to retrieve himself a drink to moisten a parched throat. En route, he passes by the one similarly dressed in black, with shimmering cloak. Stopping, he inclines his head, not recognizing this guest. "My lord, a good even and my grace favour you. I think that I have yet to greet you."

Magnum has a devious smile starting to form but it vanishes quickly enough, and maneuvers the dancing in a roundabout and seemingly pointless movements towards Lone Wolf and Larise

Larise nods again, murmuring a thank you before turning back and rejoining her dancing partner. "Well, I believe I have found for such a game. Quite an interesting riddle you have. Could it be an eye?" She hands the parchment back, an eyebrow raised and an amused look on her face.

Bryn hesitates a moment, an aloofness in his eyes as he seems to debate responding or not, but then he suddenly smiles very slightly and shakes his head. Quietly he says, "No we have not met. But the Light's blessing upon you sir." His tones carefully moderated, and his face well hidden behind the mask. His bright eyes regard you warily, but openly for the moment.

Lone Wolf wraps his paws around this tightly wrapped woman in the black dress, "Might I inquire as to what your costume is of?" He dances her closer towards the musicians so that he can request a slower tune.

Leena glances around the room and begins to mutter to herself.

Zar smiles, seeing the woman he has been speaking to free yet again, "M'lady, I fear that I am taking too much of the festival's hostess' time. I must say though M'lady, it has been a pure delight. And before I leave you, might I offer you a small riddle, to occupy any free time you might have?" he smiles, returning a small bow and smiles.

Leena mutters to herself, "I... tonight, flirting... little... how... it... spend the... take... lucky... with me..."

"Since I am deprived of a riddle of my own game, I would welcome the opportunity at one, provided I could find the answer," the hostess answers Zar's offer.

Larise places her arms around the man and moves with him. "It's modeled after an insect in certain parts of the world, called the "Black Widow" Spider."

Bryn glances over curiously at Leena, a sly look in his eye fading quickly as he turns his gaze back to Mors with practiced ambiguity.

Eyes equally alert return the look, passing over the costume of the militaresque one. Mors says, "Indeed, I had stepped out some time back. If I might ask, your costume.... a hero of antiquity?" His free hand gestures to the garb referred to.

Bryn doesn't hesitate as he nods with an amiable smile. "Why yes, how did you guess?"

Magnum arcs a brow at Leena? although it remains hidden...he speaks projecting his voice although remaining quiet to those near it seems to reach everyone's ear...."It passes before the sun and makes no shadow." hmm, "Air would be the obvious answer, but how would I go about finding my match?" he asks of Leena although 'air' is also projected about

Lone Wolf nods and sways back and forth taking this spider back and forth across the dance floor. He mutters to Larise, "A spider... say? all... more hands to... your victims?"

Zar smiles in return, pulling the small piece of parchment he was given at the start of the evening, "Ah M'lady, I have dedicated most of this riddle to my mind, yet merely lack an answer. You certainly possess it, yet I know not who you are, and assume you know not who I am. With merely my current dress, and my current demeanor, I entreat you to discovering who I might be when this not is a mere memory." he smiles, softly bowing and handing forth the parchment.

Magnum pulls Leena in so that she is positioned closer.

Leena smiles wickedly up at Magnum and begins to whisper in his ear, a sly look on her face.

Larise smiles slyly and sways in time to the music. "All I need are two, my friend."

If more of his face were showing, a satisfied half-smirk might be visible. As it is, Mors nods with a hollow-sounding chuckle, "A childhood drilled in all things military: history, heroes and villains. Though, the Golden Eagle should tell me something, I fear that is where my lessons begin to fail me."

Shalana and Vonegu make a re-entrance from the foyer.

Shalana sways into the room and glances about for a while before making her way to the drinks.

Vonegu steps unobtrusively into the room from the dining hall.

Reaching out her hand to accept the parchment, Aglaia nods only to tilt her head in contemplation of his entreaty, "You mean for me to discover your true identity my lord? I would then assume that we might have met before else I have no basis upon which to found my speculation."

Bryn dismisses it with a wave of his hand. "A small personal affectation of my own I am afraid. I must give at least some small hint of who I am." His free hand runs across the face of the concealing mask, "Otherwise it wouldn't be quite fair now would it?"

Lone Wolf arches a brow and smiles, "Perhaps you would care to join me on the patio? we can talk a little more privately and perhaps get to know each other better?" As he holds her close dancing she can just catch a scent of cologne on the wolf.

Bryn gestures towards Mors. "And you sir? Such a grim portent for a Festival such as this wouldn't you say?"

Leena begins to growl under her breath, "... chit... /mine/... sleep alone.... never...

Larise nods. "I would like that. I think this many people being in one room is beginning to get to me. Shall we go?"

Vonegu grabs a drink before making his way over to Aglaia. "Greetings my lady."

Lone Wolf smiles and nods, leading her by the hand he takes her out onto the patio and under the clear moon light.

Shalana takes a glass of red wine and wanders over to Mors and the rest of the men. "Hello again."

Lone Wolf heads for the fresh air of the Outdoor Patio.

Magnum continues to smile as he moves closer to Lone Wolf and company...then with a whipping motion of his hand he sets Leena to spinning unfortunately the distance is misjudged and she is about to collide with Lone Wolf

Zar smiles, enough so that it might even show from beneath the shifting rags over his face, "Ah, M'lady, I would dare not give you any more information that you already have, that would ruin the riddle presented before you." he smiles, "Yet I shall entreat one question before my departure." he smiles, taking a step back as the man approaches them.

"I believe that point is to conceal one's identity, at least for one even," Mors responds to Bryn with a companionable chuckle. "As for my choice in costumes, I had must admit to having recently read a tale of dark imagination, where such things as death and disease did walk the lands in the bodies of men."

Leena collides with Lone Wolf at the door and pulls him close to her.

Larise follows the wolf but stops short and stands back a bit, removed from the action.

Aglaia inclines her head towards Vonegu, then turns back to her appraisal of the man in rags. "Ah, and your question then? I need the time to ponder your riddle my lord."

Shalana waits patiently to be noticed while she looks around the Mors and Bryn.

Zar smiles, "I merely invite you to ask but one question of me to aid your riddle. And then, I must depart." he says, a fleeting glance lying on the recent arrival of Shalana for a moment before returning to the Lady before him.

Lone Wolf almost looses his balance as he is tackled by a wildly spun woman in red. "Well I see you couldn't stay away from me Red." *wink* "I was join going to have a chat with Miss spider here." he gives Larise a smile.

Magnum walks by Shalana, and with a tilt of his he speaks softly.

Bryn nods slowly to Mors. "I see." Suddenly his attention is snapped up by the approaching Shalana. He watches her approach with an even smile. Giving her a slight nod as she stands there he says softly, "My Lady."

Vonegu smiles. "Things have gone well?"

Larise watches quietly, nodding her head slightly when her "name" is spoken.

Leena glares at him and glares at his "Miss Spider". She pulls him close and nips him on the neck gently, but hard enough to leave a mark. She glares at them again and says in a very cold, quiet voice, "He is mine. Don't forget."

Lone Wolf winces at the bite on his neck, but doesn't say a word in argument.

Vonegu notices the action of 'Red' and 'Spider' out of the corner of his eye and chuckles at the actions.

Larise looks at the woman carefully before dismissing her with a wave of her hand. "If you wish, madam."

Shalana nods, "I came to see if you had figured out the riddle yet." Smiles sweetly.

Seeing his conversant's attention hooked by one of the more appealing-looking guests, Mors, too, diverts his eyes to observe the going-ons. The antics of particular guests may not particularly surprise him, but beneath the ghostly visage, he watches.

"Ah," she brightens as much as the mask can allow her to convey such an expression. The child-woman purses her lips to list off what clues she has, "Well, you arrived with the Lady of Feathers so I must surmise that you are connected somehow with House Rhinorth and yet something of your manner suggested an uncertainty at your belonging here. Therefore, someone in service to the House though in a position worthy of accompaniment to festive gatherings...Am I following the correct path my lord?"

Magnum vanishes through the door.

Leena quickly changes her demeanor and gazes adoringly up at Lone Wolf before she kisses him very tenderly on the lips. After doing so she whispers to him.

Zar gives the woman a small bow, eyes gazing up at her, "Then would that be your one question M'lady?" he chuckles softly, "Remember, I can only answer you but one." he says with raises eyebrows.

Bryn holds up the small folded parchment. "I must admit I am certainly stumped by this riddle. Lord Kouros elected to depart before giving such clues as to its possible meaning. So I must consider myself an inept player at /this/ game." He turns slightly to take in Mors at the same time, "You sir...have you discovered the hidden meaning to yours?

Larise watches the scene, looking more than a bit bored.

Shalana smiles at Mors, "What I remember sir, I think that I have the same answer as you. A shadow, I believe, would be the answer to your riddle."

Lone Wolf releases Leena and turns back to the Black spider, "Now that that is done, perhaps we can finish /our/ chat?"

Aglaia holds up a hand, the movement allowing a few 'tattered' tendrils of silk to fall away from her forearm. "First as a clarification, you intend to depart presently and I must determine your true identity before that or at a more leisurely time?"

Leena shrugs and heads over to more interesting conversation. She glances around and spots Bryn. She slowly makes her way over to him.

Larise smiles, her mind already forgetting Leena. "Yes, please. This party is beginning to weigh on my mind a bit." She walks out towards the Patio.

Mors turns his attention to the fellow-riddle guessers that address him. "My lady", he says to Shalana, "Although there are similarities, I believe that my riddle indicates another thing, for shadows rarely fly above at night." To Bryn, "I have contemplated my riddle, and I believe it is the moon; most apt given my costume tonight."

Larise heads for the fresh air of the Outdoor Patio.

Shalana shrugs then continues to think on her riddle.

"Though, my Lady of Swans," Mors adds, "I do believe you are entirely correct with your riddle. I dare say I shan't have expected that."

Zar rises slowly, "You may take as long as you please to ponder my identity M'lady." he says, straightening fully for merely the second time tonight, "And yes, I must be departing M'lady."

Bryn's eyes get a confused, almost embarrassed look as he slowly unfolds his parchment and re-reads that which is written there, He mutters to himself, "There is... that... name. It is... short.... follows... in talk... follows... in... and... at... game. What..." Then he slowly looks up at Shalana, nodding to himself with a genuinely warm smile.

Zar smiles brightly through the rags, "Have you decided upon your question M'lady?" he says entreatingly.

Vonegu smiles at Shalana attempt and gives her a smile for her effort.

Leena quirks a brow and gives Mors a patronizing smile, "Yes, well, men can't really expect much from women."

Shalana chuckles at Leena, "I say so myself. I've found that many men don't appreciate out efforts dear Leena." Sighs.

Aglaia returns the smile with an additional nod, "Ah, then that was indeed my question my lord. I must give myself some sort of challenge, correct?" With a hint of a wink she continues briefly, "Exercise the skills my lady teacher has tried to instill in me."

Larise smoothly shrugs off the arm and moves away from the wolf, crossing her arms and looking over at a plant. "I was never one to favour large gatherings like this. In fact, I'm only here because as Lord Daze's assistant, I am required to attend."

Bryn throws a quick glance over at Leena not noticing her approach as he was busy reading, but opens his eyes a bit wider at her comment and stifles the smile building behind his mask. Turning back to Shalana, he throws that warm, friendly smile once more. "My Lady, I believe you may be correct...shall we compare?" He holds up his parchment invitingly, but yet out of arm's reach.

Vonegu frowns at Shalana's comment. "I'm sure that some men do, My Lady."

Shalana blinks and smiles sweetly at Vonegu, "Of course there are some men that do Vonegu, but they are a rare sort."

Vonegu grins and nods approvingly of that.

Shalana turns to Bryn, "I would be delighted to share with you."

Vonegu shakes his head happily and heads off to the drink table, glad that everyone is enjoying themselves.

Bryn smiles again then reading the first line of his riddle quietly to Shalana. "There is something that nothing is, and yet it has a name." He watches her the entire time looking for any reaction. The smile upon his face is warm, almost inviting. The parchment crackles a bit, as Bryn straightens it out a bit more as he is reading it.

Leena chuckles and walks closer to Leena

Zar sighs, nearly inaudible, as he returns a slow nod, "Then indeed M'lady, you are on the correct track. Yet I beseech you, to make your first choice your best. For I am sure that I shall know if you choose incorrectly, M'lady." he says, giving yet another respectful bow, "I look forward to receiving the parchment from you yet again M'lady, and to hear it's answer."

Aglaia sweeps into a graceful curtsy, inclining her head "Thank you for honouring us with your presence this eve my lord, I hope we provided you with some measure of divertissement." Upon rising, she adds, "I too, anticipate the answer to our respective riddles."

Lone Wolf bows to the lady properly, "Serengil D'Terran, It is a pleasure beyond words."

Shalana turns to Veonegu and walks over to him to whisper quietly in his ear.

Zar allows a smile to break through one final time, gracefully bowing, "May you enjoy the rest of the evening M'lady, without my boring presence." he says, rising to finally make his way toward the entrance to the ballroom, picking up his wooden crutch where he left it. Before departing, he offers a long, fleeting glance in the direction of Shalana, then slowly departs, led by a servant from the Manse.

Zar heads for the doors leading to the Foyer of the Manse.

Returning to the scene after a brief pause to down some much needed cool wine, Mors meanders back to the nobles, just barely catching the beggar-man leaving.

Vonegu nods to Shalana. "Of course."

Shalana smiles and heads out to the dance floor with Vonegu

Bryn looks over to Vonegu watching the exchange, his eyes narrowing slightly. He inclines his head meaningfully towards the 'Lord of the Harvest'.

Vonegu grins happily as he leads Shalana out onto the floor.

Leena walks up to Bryn and smiles, "Hello"

Bryn turns away from watching Shalana with upturned brow to acknowledge Leena's greeting. "Good eve to you..." A smiles again plays about his lips, "How fare you this night?"

Vonegu begins dancing with Shalana to a slow tune, he stands a bit close to her.

Leena smiles and shrugs, "As well as can be expected I suppose." Glances around and winks, "Why do you not have a flock of woman surrounding you? You certainly deserve it."

Shalana gazes up at Vonegu and smiles, not minding at all that she is too close. She glides along with him to the slow music.

Soft strains hum from the strings, providing a melodious backdrop for the dancers, while a harpist plucks a pleasant counter-melody.

Bryn lets out a brief chuckle. Wide eyed with innocent amusement, "Myself?" He shakes his head gesturing around the room, "I think there are more handsome, eligible men than myself here. Though thank you. But you, why do you stand here talking with me when you should be out there dancing?"

Finding herself without a conversation partner for what may be the first time in the evening, Aglaia takes the opportunity to refresh her barely sipped but warm wine glass, her passage taking her near the knot of people formerly discussing riddles.

Leena smiles and shrugs, "I don't know. There seems to be another favorite for dancing tonight."

Mors, finding his riddle-discussion partner moving onto other avenues of conversation, tucks the parchment note back up his sleeve, as she edges his way to the side to find a seat and rest his soles; or his that his soul? A Reaper of Death is a difficult job, even portraying one.

Out on the patio The lone wolf and Larise stand under the moonlight talking quietly about the party inside and the people it contains.

Vonegu smiles down at Shalana as he glides about the floor with her. No words leave his lips as he dances.

Shalana reaches up and kisses Vonegu softly on the lips.

Vonegu can be seen blushing under his mask, but eagerly returns the kiss.

Bryn watches a moment as Death moves off a bit then turns back to Leena glancing back and forth from the dance floor to Leena. Tucking the parchment back under his cloak, he says easily, "Well then, I would be honored if you would be my favorite for this tune?" He offers up a hand hoping Leena will agree.

As if responding, the music swells to a false cadence, holding at a fermata, then continuing with it's leisurely sauntering, much like a romantic walk under a brightly moonlit sky.

Leena smiles slowly and takes the offered hand, "I thank you sir."

Bryn elegantly leads Leena out onto the dance floor and turning around to face her, proffers a courtly bow before sliding her into his arms, left hand outstretched, right clasped about her waist. Taking a moment to let her adjust, and listening to the music, he moves off at a slow glide. Sliding across the dance floor nimbly, he follows the music's cadence with a sensual precision.

Noticing that the hostess-greeter to be actually free, Mors eases himself up and, his staff tapping in time to his steps, approaches the woman-child mask with a gracious bow... if death is ever gracious. "My Lady of Riddles, I can't help but notice that our esteemed hostess has yet to take the floor this even... at least, not that I have seen."

Leena is enjoying herself immensely. She moves with cat-like grace across the floor, she sways a little too close to him that is called for.

Aglaia's glance around leads into a mild start, setting the golden liquid of her glass to swirling. Somehow it manages to remain housed within crystal as she quickly composes herself enough to offer that careful smile. "Ah, my lord Death, forgive my reaction. It is not often that one comes face to face with their own mortality. I was always told it was a once in a lifetime experience."

Shalana gracefully moves along to the music, happy to have Vonegu in her arms.

Vonegu takes care to avoid the other couples on the floor as he gazes down at the bird in his arms.

Bryn smiles slyly towards Leena with a small chuckle. His grip becomes more firm as he begins to move in slightly more complicated steps. After a small turn he brings Leena back more tightly into his arms and whispers in her ear.

Two hazel eyes watch Leena dance around the floor every closely protectively.

Bryn mutters to Leena, "...you,...lady." Then he pushes her back out for a small twist enclosing her in his arms facing away from him, moving slightly to the side and then back again a few times, before turning her around to normal dancing position with bright eyes, and a large warm smile.

Leena giggles as she dances and lets Bryn hold her as tightly as he wants.

A soft, amused chuckle wafts from the Reaper's teeth, turning at the end a little dark; pure affectation, of course. "Indeed, my Lady of Riddles, I'm told I often have such an effect on people. I can not imagine why," he drolls. "Mortality is an oft-forgotten thing, I'm pleased that you should have remembered it. Thus, shall I delay my visit to your person for some years yet." Grandly put.

Vonegu breaks the silence between them and whispers to Shalana.

The final chords of the piece at hand sound, a flute picking up the melody, trilling birdlike to the chords.

Vonegu sighs as the song comes to an end and has to stop dancing. He turns and claps politely to the performers.

Shalana claps along with Vonegu and whispers in his ear.

Lone Wolf enters the Ballroom and walks in a straight line towards Bryn and Leena on the dance floor. his eyes never leaving the man holding her close. too close. Tapping him on the shoulder as he dances, "Pardon me sir....can I cut in for a moment?"

Vonegu nods to Shalana, before making his way to the performers to make a request.

Bryn slows with the music flowing down into an smooth, elegant dip. His body line near perfection, his face within inches of Leena's close enough that she can feel his warm breath. The smile never leaves his face as he holds this position for a moment, his eyes looking into hers a time before he rises back up bringing her with him, and politely claps quietly for the musicians.

The head musician stands to receive the applause and bows. At the approaching costume, he leans forward to hear the request.

Aglaia flutters both hand and silks near her breast as if to mimic the tremor of her heart, "I am, of course, at your mercy, my lord Death but it seems your presence has also killed the music? Pray spare it a few more hours yet so that we might enjoy the dance you implied just moments ago."

If one looked closely enough, they could see the profile of Larise sitting on the patio, watching the people dance to the music.

Bryn turns his head to the man tapping him on the shoulder. Turning around at the man's words he looks him over predatorily. He considers a moment before answering, "A new dance is about to begin sir...that means ladies' choice. Though I was enjoying dancing with her immensely and you seemed a bit...distracted with other women." He looks pointedly out towards the patio.

Vonegu smiles up at the man. "Could you play some more slow songs."

Vonegu heads back to Shalana and whispers something to her.

"Very good, my Lord," replies the musician. Reclaiming his seat, the experienced performer murmurs a soft name to the group. With a gesture, they begin anew, another piece excellent for 'slow dancing', as per requested.

Leena watches Lone Wolf and Bryn, waiting.

Lone Wolf stands there for a moment a fury building in his face, "Bloody Noble" he mutters under his breath and pulls back his fist and swings it suddenly at the man's face standing there. Totally blind to the fact that they are in the middle of the room in the middle of the Dance floor.

Larise stays out on the patio, though her eyes are fixated on the fight in the middle of the dance floor.

Leena gasps, "Love! Stop that."

Lifting his staff with the intent of hailing one of the servers, Mors finds that it coincides with the beginning of the next piece. Seizing advantage of the serendipitous happenstance, he bows once more to the hostess. "If it pleases my Lady of Riddles, the music plays once more. I...." His grand oration is cut short by the scuffle on the dance floor.

Shalana gasps as she hears the commotion over by Leena, Bryn and Lone Wolf

As if the movement were some unspoken signal, a number of Bortawin guards rush towards the middle of the dance floor, still managing to mutter politely as they move a bit more forcefully through the throng. "Hold!" the leader calls out even before they reach the conflict.

Shalana sighs and clings to him.

Vonegu moves his body to shield Shalana from anything further that might happen.

Aglaia is about to acquiesce to Mors' offer with a gracious nod when the commotion reaches her ears and she, too, turns towards the dance floor with a frown.

Bryn reacts like the trained soldier he is beginning to move quickly out of the way and respond back in kind. He is, however, taken off guard by the unexpected shout from Leena and hesitates a moment. Just enough to get hit dead on by the flying punch. A solid hit resounds and Bryn staggers back a moment stunned. Recovering quickly though, he moves to leap at the presumptuous man, but stops when he hears the call of the Guard. He lets a smile play on his lips as he wipes a trickle of blood away, as the Guards run up.

Lone Wolf frowns at the man but doesn't do anything more but look at Leena, He mutters to Leena, "... are... too can... a jealous man." He looks up finally to see all the eyes that have been drawn to this spot. He doesn't move but rather just stands there proud, looking at Leena.

Leena rushes into his arms and kisses him quite unashamedly right in front of everyone.

Bryn calls out to the approaching Guard. He says with bitter indifference to the scene. "Guards, arrest this man. He has brought bloodshed to House Bortawin slighting the most noble Lord Nobreon's House and Festival and he has attacked a noble relation and representative of House Tiigril."

The pause Bryn affords the guards is enough for them to reach the one originator of the conflict. "Excuse me -sir-, but I believe that we can offer you an escort to the City Guards." The man nods at Bryn's charge, then looks impassively on as the rest of the guards surround both Lone Wolf and Leena.

Watching the high drama unfolding before the crowd, Mors merely watches, hands curling about his staff. Keeping his silence, observing and noting, he waits to see the outcome with anticipatory patience, not unlike many of his peers.

Lone Wolf stands there and shifts his gaze to the man accusing him not denying anything. His eyes memorize the mans features with a scowl.

Bryn pulls himself up to his full height. His military bearing coming to the fore almost immediately. A presence used to command exudes from this man as he watches coldly as events unfold.

Leena frowns and blinks, "M'Love? What are they going to do to you?"

Vonegu just stands next to Shalana, watching the scene, knowing the guards will handle things.

Without further ado and no real regard for the woman likely hanging off of him still, the guards begin to usher Serengil off the premises and to the intended location, forcibly if need be.. The City will deal with the examination of this event at a later date.

A hushed silence falls on the crowd, at the charge announced by the Warrior of Antiquity. The music fails similarly as the performers stand to see what is going on in the middle of the ballroom.

Shalana frowns and takes Vonegu's hand in her own, watching the scene unfold.

The guards don't have to be forceful Serengil goes without another word. his eye's just hold to Leena telling her to behave.

Lone Wolf heads for the doors leading to the Foyer of the Manse.

Vonegu clears his throat and then announces to the crowd. "You have my apologies for this 'incident', I assure you it will not be happening again."

Leena watches Gil being taken out of the room, then begins to mutter angrily to herself.

Aglaia has taken a step forward to issue what likely would be a similar sentiment, but backs away again when her Cousin takes the 'stage'. If she could catch his eye, she would direct his attention to the victim of the attack; they owe a more specific responsibility to him.

Vonegu nods slightly to Aglaia, he turns to Shalana. "Excuse me for just a moment." He then makes his way through the crowd to Bryn.

Bryn responds in turn, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the room. "I trust not My Lord. Your House is long and rich with honors. I would hate it if the Nobles could not feel safe in your own Manor. It should reflect badly on your honor." He pauses letting that rest a moment before continuing, "Though I am greatly reassured by the speed and efficiency of your House Guard. Even the holder of the Sun Throne could feel safe here in your House." He turns to meet the approaching Vonegu.

Vonegu bows slightly to Bryn. "You have my sincerest apologies My Lord. I regret that such a 'thing' would ruin your enjoyment of today's festivities. Please try to put this behind you and continue to enjoy the festivities."

Bryn watches Vonegu a moment before responding with a nod. "Yes a most unfortunate incident, though I feel certain it will be resolved to my satisfaction with utmost expediency. I must thank you however, for allowing me to remain as representative of House Tiigril. They will know of your helpfulness in this 'incident'. He lowers his voice and speaks so only Vonegu can hear.

Bryn says with all seriousness, a deadly quality to his voice. He mutters to Vonegu, "... what I... Such... can... affect... afforded... and leave an... on... House's great..." He trails off letting the implicit import of his words linger.

Vonegu frowns slightly at Bryn's reply. He mutters to Bryn, "... think... do with... you'll... barely... to make... swing."

Bryn shakes his head, a small smile approaching his lips again. He leans in, while his eyes scan those nearest making sure they cannot overhear.

Larise quietly moves away from the crowd and slips out of the door, back out towards the city.

With the passing of the guards from the room, Aglaia lets out a quick breath, though her lips still affect that frown that began at her awareness of the discordance. Cerulean gaze is trained upon the conversation between Vonegu and Bryn as if staring would enhance her hearing sufficiently to become witness to the exchange. When she fails in that, she glances towards the musicians and with a quiet nod sets them to their task of plying melodies again.

A set of impassive grey take in the exchange and the quick end to the altercation. With merely a short nod, Mors turns back to the hostess-greeter he was speaking with before the entire incident began, just in time to see her motion to the musicians. "Well, that was a most... disagreeable surprise." he notes blandly.

Shalana walks over to Leena and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to smile reassuringly.

Vonegu nods slightly to Bryn. "Again, my apologies." After another slight bow he heads back to the dance floor where he last left Shalana.

Bryn watches Vonegu with calculating eyes. As Vonegu moves away he calls after, "We should speak more later, My Lord. Perhaps I could provide you means to better protect yourself from such unfortunate occurrences." He smiles then allowing the other guests to think he is merely being a courteous guest trying to forget such a rude interruption to an otherwise splendid evening.

Vonegu turns back to Bryn and watches him for a few minutes before nodding. "Perhaps." He sees where Shalana has moved to and follows her over to near Leena. "You have my apologies My Lady."

A quick twist to garnet-touched lips is all the visible reaction Aglaia allows, gaze still sweeping across the room to follow Vonegu's path. "Perhaps music will soothe the events down somewhat, though."

Bryn nods to himself satisfied then moves quietly over to Leena. Impassionately he lightly brushes himself off wiping away a bit of dried blood from his lips before saying to her, "My apologies lady. I had not wished for things to come to such an end."

Vonegu must have heard Aglaia's comment because he turns to the band. "Some music please, a fast tune for now."

Leena frowns and shakes her head, "My Gil is such a sweet man, I don't know what got into him"

Bryn looks up at that comment and then throws a glance around looking for the woman who was out on the patio with him. Not facing Leena he says, "It seemed like another woman."

Leena glares at Bryn, "Gil would /never/ leave me for another woman, /M'Lord/ even if he does enjoy flirting with them."

Vonegu turns to the women. "Are you ok? I am extremely sorry for that."

Mors murmurs a soft assent, before finally handing off his ostentatious staff to a solicitous server. To the child-woman mask, he proffers his arm with a significant glance to the dance floor so recently made a brawling ring. "Shall we assist your guests by providing them an example, my Lady of Riddles?"

Bryn shrugs turning back around to Leena. "As you say, though appearances perhaps suggest otherwise."

Leena turns to Vonegu and shrugs, "I'll be fine when I know that Gil is doing ok." Ignores Bryn's comment.

Vonegu nods to Leena. "Hopefully he will fare well."

With a nod for assent, Lady Aglaia accepts offered arm and squaring her shoulders, steps deliberately upon the dance floor.

Leena sighs and curtsies, "Well if you will excuse me M'Lord, I will go see how he is doing. Thank you for a pretty much lovely night."

Vonegu smiles at Shalana. "Would you like to dance, My Lady."

Shalana blinks and nods, "Yes, I would"

Vonegu smiles at Leena. "Of course, have a good evening. I do hope to see you again next year."

Leena heads for the doors leading to the Foyer of the Manse.

Bryn flourishes a bow with a slight smile. "Of course my lady."

Shalana gracefully allows herself to be led onto the floor.

As with many other couples moving to fill the dance floor again, Mors leads his partner out, and begins with a short bow; a traditional beginning, at least for this lively tune. He holds out his gloved hand for the lady's to begin.

Vonegu extends his hands to Shalana, to lead her in yet another dance.

Shalana takes Vonegu's hand and gazes around the room.

Vonegu smiles into Shalana's eyes and converses quietly with her as the band plays.

Aglaia sweeps into a curtsy, sending vine-laden silk to fluttering to yet another breeze, then takes a stately step forwards to enfold herself in a traditional ballroom hold. Her chin tilted just so, her mannerisms belie her familiarity with the activity she's about to participate in for the first time this evening.

Vonegu nods to Shalana. "Yes of course." He then starts to glide about the floor with her.

Closing his fingers about the delicate hand held out to him, Mors begins to move to the quick tempo, executing the hop-steps in perfect timing with practiced moves. Evidently not a stranger to dance; or at least to this particular piece.

Shalana smiles up at Vonegu and follows his lead, laughing and explaining that she doesn't want to step on his feet.

Vonegu chuckles at the mere thought of that happening.

Shalana grins and smiles warmly up at him.

There must be a storm amidst Aglaia's apparel for all the movement within the vines that the dance induces. She executes her responses to his lead expertly, almost anticipating the moves as her training has taught her to do. After a twirl and a return to closed position, she allows a smile to creep back into her expression as approval of his adept lead.

Vonegu smiles down at Shalana, but makes sure not to step on her feet or trip himself.

Shalana begins to let the music take over her feet, and begins to forget the unpleasantness of earlier that night. With a slight rustle of feathers, she allows Vonegu to guide her around the dance floor.

Although Death is not one generally to engage in merriment, the adroitness of his partner's movements brings a slight spring into this steps. Able to move without fear of treading on novice feet, he lifts a hand to twirl the woman-child in a spinning trail of silk. She is stopped, held in a position while he half-struts about her in time to the soft staccato of the harp, before reaching out again to the next phase of the dance.

Vonegu leads the graceful swan about the floor, his attention fully focused on her.

Bryn watches the events from a corner, idly sipping at a glass of blood red wine.

Shalana whispers to Vonegu

The music continues, as the performers repeat the main theme to encourage the dancers to resume their jocund socializing.

Bryn moves towards Aglaia stopping a polite distance away awaiting her leisure hoping for a moment of her time.

Just as the music ends its lilting tune, both Death and Splendour strike an appropriate promenade pose. The smile fully returned to her face, Aglaia drops another curtsy for her grim dancing partner, "Thank you for the opportunity to experience what battling against a blademaster is akin to. My peers will never believe my words when I say I 'Danced with Death' and lived to tell the tale, but no matter, I shall know in my own heart, that I was indeed spared by your kindness." With a grin bordering on impertinence, she backs away one more step, "but I'm afraid that this near and I must seek some sustenance. If you will excuse me a moment."

Vonegu whispers something to Shalana with a large grin on his face.

As Aglaia turns, she nearly takes a step away from Bryn, but of course, upon spying his form, she must pause. "My lord," she extends a hand in placation, "I must extend my own apologies for the attack upon your person. I assure you, the City will hear of this grave affront and deal with it fairly. If we could offer you anything else...?"

"But of course, good Keeper of the Riddles, even Death cannot claim one's person overlong," comes the sepulchral-sounding reply, entirely spoiled by a hint of genuine amusement at her willingness to engage in the masquerade so fully. To her, a respectful bow, as he stems further bantering while the hostess tends to another of the guests.

Bryn holds up the parchment with a slight smile on his face. "I am afraid this is giving me more trouble than that ever could. Riddles are not my forte, however I believe I have solved your riddle and found my partner," He looks towards the dancing couple, "Though she has been, otherwise preoccupied, and I am afraid I must take my leave. I wished, though, to return this to you, and ask if I truly had the answer to your mysterious riddle."

Bryn offers the parchment to Aglaia

Shalana whispers to herself and stares blankly into the distance as she gently caresses her necklace.

Aglaia sweeps into a curtsy again in reception of the parchment, readily returning the smile, "Thank you for honouring us with your presence. I hope the unfortunate incidents do not mar your memories of our hospitality." A glance at the parchment and she nods, "What answer would you give to this riddle, my lord?"

Bryn shakes his head. "Never my Lady, your hospitality overwhelms me. And my guess is that which you have yourself....,

Bryn points to the floor to the dim shadow cast by the myriad of lights about the room. "A Shadow my Lady."

Kouros, having finished his rounds with his fellow guests (Something his sister likely would have been proud of), happens by the Keeper of the Riddles and her current 'victim'... He pauses to listen, having stumped himself with his own riddle, he's interested to hear someone else's answer.

Bryn sounds as if he's making a half statement, half question.

Vonegu sighs slightly.

Shalana smiles up at Vonegu and kisses him gently on the cheek.

Aglaia bestows a bright smile upon both Bryn and the approaching Kouros, "Indeed you have the answer aright. And your partner? So that I may give proper credit where it's due? Since you are departing, perhaps I can send our intended prize to your Household instead."

Shalana blinks and pulls Vonegu over to where Aglaia is standing. She hands Aglaia her parchment, "Did you need this M'Lady?"

Kouros snaps his fingers and shakes his head, chuckling. "So simple an answer.. but then they usually are, yes? Well... no one ever accused me of being the mind behind my sister's House.."

Vonegu sighs again and offers his parchment. "Yes, it was most gracious of you to do this, cousin."

Bryn looks out to Shalana. "My partner is that wondrous bird dancing with the Lord of the Harvest. And yes, as I must depart perhaps it would be best if you would forward the prize in care of House Tiigril." He smiles at Kouros, "But it is solved, My Lord, 'tis all that counts in the end." Turning to Shalana, "I am most gratified for your help my lady. I am afraid I too was perplexed until you came along." His smile is slow but friendly.

A blink through masked features and Aglaia accepts Shalana's and Vonegu's parchments as well. "Do you have answers you wish to confirm as well?" she inquires looking from face to face, offering a nod towards Kouros at its conclusion. "You did not have the opportunity to compare with other guests, for that cooperation may well have aided in the endeavour."

Shalana nods graciously at Bryn, "I'm always glad to help"

Vonegu nods slightly to Aglaia. "Yes, I believe mine was a cherry."

Shalana turns to Aglaia and smiles, "Well, I believe the answer to my riddle is a shadow."

Bryn bows to Aglaia. "My Lady you have outdone yourself this eve, and I thank you for the most...interesting time." Turning slightly to Vonegu he extends his hand in thanks, "My lord I hope we will find opportunity to speak again so that I might thank you for your hospitality and quick response to tonight's occurrence?"

Aglaia raises her hands to clap once for all the correct answers she is deluged with, "Correct and correct again. I am pleased that the riddling I had chanced upon in a book was put to some entertaining use. I do hope it provided at least that." For Bryn, she responds with a gracious acknowledgment "Grace favour you and good even."

Vonegu takes Bryn's hand. "Yes, that would be wonderful. Again you have my apologies."

Bryn nods solemnly. "Thank you." Moving slightly towards Kouros he speaks with him quietly.

Shalana smiles sadly at all, "I fear that I too mst be on my way now. I thank you both for making it such a marvelous time."

Bryn mutters to Kouros, "My... I am... I must take... leave... I..."

Vonegu steps forward to Shalana. "Perhaps an escort, My Lady?"

Shalana smiles at him and nods, "I would be most honored M'Lord"

Kouros mutters to Bryn.

Vonegu smiles and waves a servant over with their cloaks. "It would be my honor."

Aglaia smiles towards the Feathered Lady, "Grace favour you as well my lady and thank you for honouring us with your presence tonight."

Kouros nods his head twice, waving his hand dismissively. He mutters to Bryn, "Yes,... of course. I... not... of..."

Bryn nods.

Bryn mutters to Kouros, "... you will... my leave."

Shalana smiles, "I thank you once again M'Lady, it was truely a treat." Takes her cloak from the servant and waits on Vonegu.

Nodding politely to everyone in turn, more deeply to the hosts he turns on his heel, Bryn marches smartly out without another word, heading towards his nightly duty.

Vonegu has donned his cloak and then extends his arm to Shalana. "This way My Lady." He nods to everyone in the room. "Good evening, thank you for visiting."

Shalana takes the offered arm and waves one last goodbye before stepping out.

Vonegu and Shalana head for the doors leading to the Foyer of the Manse.

Bryn gives a fond wave to Death with a slight chuckle as he shakes his head before departing.

The party, while seeming to break due to the lateness of the hour, still continues with those who find the night to be friend, not an adversary. Death, naturally, is one of these, though he has taken from his position closer to the door to bid those leaving, a good evening, complete with an ominous warning to watch for his arrival in the future. "My lord, my lady," he is intoning to a garishly-dressed couple, "I await thy arrival at dusk."

Mors
In the dark night flies a many-hued phantom.
It soars and spreads its wings above the gloomy human crowd.
The whole world calls to it, the whole world implores it.
At dawn the phantom vanishes to be reborn in every heart.
And every night it is born anew and every day it dies!
What am I?

Zar
Two horses, swiftest traveling,
Harnessed in a pair, and
Grazing ever in places
Distant from them.
What am I?

Shalana
The part of the bird that's not in the sky,
Who can swim in the ocean
And yet remain dry.
What am I?
Answer: Shadow
Partner: Kouros/Bryn

Vonegu
A wee wee man
In a red red coat
Staff in my hand
And a stone in my throat.
What am I?
Answer: Cherry

Leena
Squeeze it and it cries tears as red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.

Lone Wolf
Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I'm double, I'm single,
I'm black blue and grey,
I'm read from both ends,
And the same either way.
Answer: Eye

Kouros/Bryn
There is a thing that nothing is, and yet it has a name.
It's sometimes tall and sometimes short,
joins our talks and joins our sports,
and plays at every game?
Answer: Shadow
Partner: Shalana

Magnum
It passes before the sun and makes no shadow.
What am I?
Answer: Air

Larise
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless it flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
What am I?