Location: Entertainment Hall, Demmar Manor

Characters:
Teres
Thad
Leah
Sionil
Johan
Maizran
Melina
Eowyn
Fuller
The Falcon
Chestnut_Mare
Caligan
Trivan
Brannon
Fiona
Xera
Tiffany
Drayson

It would seem that this is some hybrid version of the Feast of Fools, for the team is not followed to exact detail. In fact, it seems that few of the servants of the House Demmar manor have been given the day off to celebrate among the nobles. Male and female servants that are dressed pleasantly for the eye are making their way around the room offering drinks and snacks, each having small silver or black masks. The Entertainment Hall is just now filling up with guests, as the celebrations are beginning to get underway.

Thad enters, Teres on his arm. They are dressed in matching wolves' costumes, including masks.

Leah wanders in with two of the other ladies in waiting whose costume is a green leaffy tree , and one that is covered in pale pink blossoms, and a fourth whose brown costume is frosted in white to resemble driftings of snow on bare tree limbs. The four seasons quickly mix amid the others gathered here.

The tables of the room are in black and silver, where the cloth is silver the napkins over-top are black. Much of the room is set the same way. From this one can deduct that the Duke of Demmar is standing off to the side with a small gathering of people. He is dressed within that same theme, his mask both black and silver with an arced border that would represent the shape of a moon. As guests begin to enter, he excuses himself from those he was speaking with and heads toward the doors.

Thad looks around the room before whispering something to his companion.

Sionil enters into the ballroom, holding onto the arm of Johan

Teres hangs back a little and clings to the arm of the 'male wolf' beside her. She listens to something said to her and turns to murmur softly to her companion. One had raises in a guesture those familiar with body language would recognize as uncertainty.

Striding into the large entertainment hall Johan walks in with Sionil on his arm. The man looks about giving the room a good once over before going too far into the room. "quite interesting to see the costume differences between Cairhein and Tar Valon no?" He mutters to Sionil at his side.

"Welcome," Lord Demmar greets from near the entrance as guests begin to move within. In truth, the man is hard to recongize but perhaps in voice and that certain air of confidence that Maizran is known to have. There is a slight bow, his light eyes moving between guests as though reading for identities. "Please enjoy the drinks and festivities."

Sionil gives a nod to her companion "Yes. A little more elaborate in their costuming, I would say."

Teres 's head turns as she looks around the room. The voice more than the costume catches her attention. "I...don't know. Never met any here, I don't think. But that one does not speak with a Cairhien accent so might be one to ask...or even be him. Looks like the decorations blend with him, so might think him a person from this house.

Thad moves over to costumed man who just spoke, his lovely companion on his arm. He extends his hand and says, "Lord Demmar?"

Eowyn walks in on Fuller's arm, her masked face half hidden behind white, feathered fan. She doesn't seem to pay any particular attention to the gathering crowd of people, or the various refreshments on offer. Her gaze does wander across the room to the fountain and she gives a little gasp of delight. "A bird bath. How thoughtful!" she exclaims, tugging on Fuller's arm to try and get him to head that way.

Fuller gives a small nod to Eowin, and reluctantly walks the way she wishes to go, tho he does give more of an eye towards some of the servant girls then anything else much.

The man that is costumes well with the theme of the day indeed does not speak with a Cairhienin accent, and he is some several inches too tall to be one as well. Maizran nods his head lightly to the wolf man and his date. "Duke Demmar at your services," he greets while taking Thad's hand. "Welcome, and many thanks for coming."

Thad smiles, revealing a set of too-sharp teeth. "I am thad Hargraves, sir. It is a pleasure to be here." He motions to the woman on his arm and says, "This is Teres Suradis." He looks around the room and says, "This is quite the place."

The Falcon slips in with her escort the fool she takes a drink from the passing server. Finding herself a place out of the way were she can watch and admire the others she stands sipping in silence. Dark eyes, nearly hidden by her mask as she takes each of the others in.

The man in blue leads the woman with the red and feathers towards a table with food and other delights. "One thing is certain they do not skimp on the food for fear of giving the wrong impression." He reaches out and takes a morsel and puts it in his mouth with a grin. Johan smiles and continues to watch the room.

Eowyn continues to the fountain, letting go of Fuller's arm then, so that she can reach her hand out and feel the cool water against her skin. She stands silently, head inclined as she watches the spray of water splattering her hand.

Teres swallows hard and smiles nervously as Thad speaks with the host. Her body dips in what passes for a curtsey in this costume. She murmurs softly. "Quite beautiful. An excellent theme. " the nicety offered, she steps back as if looking for a quick escape. Shoulders lift though and her tottery poise is regained.

"Welcome, Thad Hargravea and Teres Suradis," Maizran offers a more official greeting as his arms spread out to the rest of the ball. "I hope you find the evening of satisfaction. The drinks are frequently passed, please do not hesitate to take advantage of that fact." Even from behind the mask, one can see the wink.

Chestnut_Mare steps airily into the grand hall, swinging her soft muzzle this way and that, taking in all the guests present. A servant comes up and offers her a drink, which she takes with a dip of that equine head, the ears flapping slightly.

Caligan steps into the entertainment hall with the 'The Falcon' and without even glancing at the poor servant at the door, he hands the invitations over to him. After stepping further into the room, he parts ways with the woman who arrived with him and heads into the crowd to mingle. His movements and gestures, while not differing much from any of the others, are done with a certain almost unconscious flashiness that might cause one to notice him.

Sionil smiles and nods to her companion, then looking towards the other end of the room, "Perhaps we should thank the host?"

Thad bows slightly and says, "Thank you sir. Your generosity is refreshing." He inclines his head again and leaves the company of the Duke.

Johan pops another bit of tasty treat in his mouth noding in response to his companion. "that would be appropriate, yes?"

Trivan moves closer to the others, bootheels thumping a little against the floor as he makes his way over and bows toward the host. He observes the way people cluster and walk, curtsey or bow while reading the flow of crowd to indicate 'person in charge' as readily as the ruffle of white and ripples in a river indicate a bolder below the surface.

Johan moves from the table of goods towards the host He waits his chance to speak with the man. Continuing to watch the room He catches interest in many things, the costumes are quite dazzaling...or is it one of the nicely dressed servants?

Finding herself momentarily alone as some of the other women in the themed costumes of four seasons spread out and mingle, Leah makes her way along what seems to be rapidly becoming a sort of resception line. Near Trivan she pauses. "Good to see you out once more, Lord Saldryan. It has been quite some time since you called on us at the palace."

Trivan chuckles in his gravelly toned voice and lowers it to speak to the woman in the fall colors.

Reluctantly the Falcon goes with her friend, she would much prefer to remain on the outside of the gathering crowd.

The hybrid theme of the Feast of Fools continues on, as servants do serve the nobles and their guests rather then be the rulers for the day. It's doubtful that anyone would see the Duke of Demmar taking a role of anything less then High Seat, or even make an exception in the theme of the holiday. As Trivan bows, Maizran does as well, spying out the man from behind the mask, as he does most other guests that enter. The 'pretty' male and female servants do smile well as they offer drinks to the guests.

Sionil walks along with Johan through the small crouds.

Teres steps asidewith Thad and looks toward him with a bit of relief. One obstical passed. She relaxes a little.

Thad pats her hand and chuckles. They move over near the fountain and turn to watch the group.

Chestnut_Mare sidles up to Leah in the line and whispers softly She mutters to Leah, "... Lady... wanted... least... person to... who I... case... trouble..and... lovely,..."

Eowyn wipes her wet hand across her dress to dry it off, turning slowly about to see what other remarkable items this grand room contains. Her eyes widen slightly at the increase in the people present and she mumbles something unintelligible under her breath. Without looking to see where Fuller is, she slinks off towards a far corner of the room, one where she may sit alone for awhile.

Entering through the doors is what appears to be a young woman dressed in a lovely black evening gown with intricately designed silver decorations. Covering her facial features is a delicately made mask covered in black and silver feathers. Melina pauses just inside the doorway long enough to look around before disappearing further into the crowd.

Leah lowers her voice as she speaks softly, a mischievious smile on her lips as she lenas closer to the mare. "Glad you could come. It seems as if it will be fun here, yes?"

Thad murmurs to Teres, "Okay, now what? Who do I talk to next?"

Chestnut_Mare chuckles, her velvety muzzle tickling Leah on her near cheek. "Indeed..I do love these sort of affairs.." she replies softly.

Teres smiles a little, becoming more relaxed the more time passes. "Oh, I think perhaps any of these you wish to would do. You just mingle and see whomever you wish." the words narrowly miss being a whisper, having to be loud enough to rise above the ambiant sounds that grow as the crowd does.

Maizran remains standing around a small crowd, introducing himself to the man that enter and urging them on and into the room. Briefly he looks distracted, peering around, though otherwise he focuses on the task at-hand.

Thad nods slightly and says, "Well, do you recognise anyone? Maybe from the mask?"

Melina smiles pleasantly at one of the servants and takes a glass of white wine from the tray. "Thank you," she speaks in a pleasant voice, the azure blue of her eyes showing brightly from underneath her own black and silver, feathered mask. She brings the glass to her lips and delicately takes a sip of the drink from the tall wine glass, and continues to keep herself 'lost' in the crowd.

Fuller watches his cousin walk off and goes to the bar and gathers a couple drinks. Then walks back to where she had moved to while drinking on one. Reaching her he holds the second drink towards her for her to take.

Trivan bows in turn to the ladies near him. He reaches out to snag a glass of wine from a tray being carried through the crowd, then a second and hands one to each of the ladies, the mare and the fall leaves woman. Quickly he snags a third for himself.

Caligan meanders his way through the crowd, taking a moment to glance at each person he passes. It might be a bit disconcerting for some, because the facial expression of his mask has a funny sort of grin. It almost seems as if each person he looks at suddenly becomes the subject of some sort of hidden joke. Slowly, the masked man works his way through the crowd, and just happens to end up in the vicinity of the man who is obviously the host. While deftly avoiding the rapidly growing line of guests hoping to introduce themselves, Caligan does circle briefly behind the man. As he does this, he takes especially pronounced steps. Again, nothing about them seems too much out of the ordinary, but they are done with a certain air that might make one think he is putting on a performance. He looks at the man for a good ten seconds, and the Duke becomes focus of that mocking grin of the mask. Only a few feet behind him as he slowly circles, Caligan doesn't say a word. Finally, after a quick look in the direction of those in line, Caligan heads back off into the crowd.

Eowyn cocks her head as she studies the drink Fuller offers to her. "Is it water?" she asks. "Water is alright to drink. So long as it is clean." She takes the glass and holds it up to the light, studying it carefully as she twirls it around between her fingers.

Near the back of the Entertainment Hall a band begins to play. Their music is not over-powering, the volume just enough to pdoruce a steady rhythm. As though well trained for this task, the 'pretty' male and female servants begin to lightly dance with the beat of the music, offering drinks and trinkets to snack upon to each of the guests. Red and white wine seem to be the popular drinks, but there are also ales avilable from the male servants.

Watching the fool as he meanders the Falcon sips her wine. Her dark eyes darting round the room looking for anyone she may know. She nods as the fool returns "What was that all about?" she speaks in a very low voice.

Fuller shakes his head "No, not water. it's wine. Good wine even coming from an Andorian."

Johan walks up over to the host and gives the man a deep bow, "Greetings sir, it is a pleasure to have the oportunity to enjoy such a fine feast at your hand." Gesturing with a sweep of his hand towards Sionil. "We both thank you."

Some might notice the well mannered guests that were here before the arrival of the first guest, each large men dressed with weapons at the side. Indeed, as Caligan's masked figure approaches and begin a dance, at least two men find this a matter of suspecion. Proving that Duke Maizran is far from unguarded, they do approach closer to Caligan and Maizran, and then depart as the other man does. To some, these motions of the guards that are 'guests' would be all too obvious.

Sionil gives a smile and responds with Johan towards the host, "Yes, Everything here is lovely."

Teres carefully studies the crowd and then raises one hand to wave a little at the man in the mask with the odd grin. "Only one, and him more from the way he moves. That one is the one who helped me when I got my wrist hurt." She discretely explains. "And I have seen him a few places round town, once while he was teaching someone a ...lesson"

Maizran smiles pleasantly to both Johan and his date. "Greetings." Those dangerous light eyes scan across them both, a few matters of consideration, before he introduces himself. "Duke Demmar at your service, thank-you for coming." There might be a hint that he waits for official introductions, though this would yet again likely break another Feast of Fools custom.

Entering the entertainment hall Brannon walks confidently into the crowd. He sweeps up a goblet of wine without even a second thought to anything else in the room. His eyes scanning about for something or someone.

Eowyn frowns slightly at the glass, lowering it to her lap. "Thank you, Fuller," she replies, perfectly politely. Still, she doesn't seem to be particularly enthralled by the procedings, even the music passing by unnoticed. Slowly, she looks about the other guests, studying them in all their fine costumes, little reaction showing on her face. Perhaps she is just too overwhelmed by the whole event.

Tiffany smiles and moves closer She mutters to Caligan, "What was... all... well... here... do little but..." she grows animated as she speaks to her friend.

Melina glances, from time to time, toward the main entrance of the hall, continuing to further venture to the back of the room. One might almost consider her nervous over something, if it were not for her cool exterior. As the music begins to start, she finds herself asked to dance. This seems to cause her a small bit of a shock, and a touch hesitant. Gaining her wits about her, she smiles plesantly at the rather plain looking man who asked her to dance, the nods her head in greeting, "That would be very nice, thank you." Without much futher ado, she is swept onto the dancefloor with several other 'couples'.

Thad watches the man referred to. He grabs a server and two glasses of wine. He hands one to Teres and says, "Well, shall we have a drink then?"

Chestnut_Mare clops her way carefully through the quickly-growing crowd, attempting to make her way to pay her respects to the host of the grand event. Draping her tail over her left arm, she finally stands before him. Dipping her soft muzzle, she smiles behind it. "Thank you for hosting this evening, Duke. It is truly a pleasure to be here."

Trivan waits till the ladies in mare costume and fall leaves accept or not the wine he offers. A sideways step permits him to peruse the crowd and obsere the rest of the room, nodding from time to time. His eyes rove over his two female companions in speculation. "Never thought to have such lovliness grace my path today. One jsut has to stop and admire the both of you.

Johan smiles back at the host, a duke Demmar apparently, a relative of that woman Mairia no doubt. "An even greater honor Sir, I am Johan and this is my companion Sionil. We are here visiting family and only but guests in this fine city."

Fuller smiles a little, mischieviously, "Not used to these types of things, no?"

Teres chuckles softly as she listens to Thad. "Somehow I have a feeling, will be little stopping at one glass. Wonder how a tipsy wolf would walk? She teases a little as she samples the liquid.

Sionil smiles "Yes. With Lord Trivan over there. Tho we do have friendships with some of the Filderryn's as well.

Thad chuckles and slips his arm around her back. He leads her, without pushing, over to a few of the other guests. He glances slightly at Sionil when she mentions his house, though one might not notice that.

The figure is short, barely topping 5'5", being that of a chestnut-colored mare with all the curves in the right places. A full face mask is worn, finely detailed in the painted eyeholes of black down to the sloping muzzle and nose of a soft brown velvet. The costume this figure wears is comprised of a chestnut brown velvet, replete with a shiny black mane that runs halfway down her back; and a long black tail swishes to ankle length, after which there are black boots representing hooves.

Brannon looks over the growning crowd and makes his way to one side of the room bumping into persons here and there with narry a pardon or excuse.

Eowyn shakes her head slowly. "So many people. Who to look at?" she muses softly. "There aren't many birds though. Such a pity." As several people begin to dance a little smile graces her lips. "Dancing? You didn't say there would be dancing," she chides Fuller accusingly.

"Some would consider me but a guest," The Duke states, his light and hinting smile showing from the opening of the mask. Maizran takes a step forward, leaning toward Johan as the next he speaks quietly. "I would offer welcome to Cairhien, but of my Andoran blood, you see." Even in this attempt of jest, Maizran is far from casual or easy-going. As he straightens out he looks to the next guest that offers greeting. "Young mare, welcome to House Demmar," he greets. One can almost see the raised eyebrow as he looks across her costume with speculation. To Sionil's words Maizran nods. "Ah yes, House Filderryn, where they keep my pleasant sister."

One of the ladies in part of the four seasons costumes, a delicate maiden in browns and greens and frothy pale pink flowers approaches Brannon. "Why the long face? Come brother, be happy today, shed that glower for once." She lifts her goblet and drins it only to snag another. "What can happen in such a public gathering, yes?"

Sionil smiles "Andorian and Cairhienian. An interesting mix, it is. I have both blood in me so it makes for the best of both." then responding to the last part of his comment "Yes, Lord Baltar's wife, correct?"

There is a light touch of laughter at some witty comment coming from Melina's rather plain looking dance partner. She converses with him quietly, yet remains politely distant at the same time. The whirl about the floor in a delicate and practiced ease. She shakes her head at something quietly spoken, seeming to forget the outside world briefly in her quiet conversation. A time or two they venture near where the host greets his incoming guests, but at the same time do not get so far as to get into his direct view.

Chestnut_Mare dips her muzzle respectfully to the Duke and lifts her glass of wine in a toast to him before moving off to vanish into the crowd once more, sipping her wine carefully.

Fuller nods "Yes, all these things have dancing in them. We will have to find you a sutible dance partner. I doubt you want to dance with a cousin like me. There are a few birds here, "pointing towards Maizran's direction and at Sionil " See, there's a bird over there, with the red dress."

Brannon watches as his sister downs the drinks like it were life giving water. "Dont you think there is a better image to put upon yourself than a drunkard?" He laughs boldly and take a drink of his own gobelt. "thy thoughts are my own right now."

Thad says to Teres, "I think I know the woman in the red over there... her voice is familiar. Maybe around the Manor...." It's idle speculation, really...

Maizran produces a nod of confirmation. "Lord Baltar's wife, yes." The way Mairia is addressed as such as almost distasteful to the Duke, even though his own comment would suggest the same meaning of being 'kept'. "Duchess Mairia, as I understand it, is fitting well within the Cairhienin houes. And indeed, the mix of blood will be interesting." Maizran's eyes spark in interest at that. "The Duchess is already pregnant with her first child."

Johan steps back from Sionil and the duke and turns his attention elsewhere as something glittery catches his attention. Hrm.

Sionil gives a smile "Ahh, so you will be an uncle. What of yourself, have you any children?"

The plain man and the woman dressed in black and silver finally finish their dance. Melina quietly thanks the gentleman then goes back to her drink of wine, where she left it when she first entered the dance. Luckily, that also means she's at the back of the room once more. She lifts the tall glass to her lips, and once more takes a delicate sip of the beverage. This time, she seems content to remain where she is.

Teres smiles up at Thad and sets her drink down. "Remember this music? It is the one I first showed you." She taps one foot in time to the music. A bit of a lowered voice and she murmurs. "sort of lonely in such a crowd. Never saw the likes of this before." Some of the nervousness fades, perhaps from the unaccustomed wine, or simply growing a little more used to the gathering. A glance follows first one and then the other. as they pass by.

Eowyn looks across to where Fuller points out the various birds. "Ooh, yes!" she exclaims. "Do you think that one of them might dance with me. That would be quite fun." She stands up, putting her glass down on the nearby table, looking as animated now as when she first noted the fountain.

Maizran leans his head forward toward Sionil, his intense light eyes briefly touching on her figure before he pulls back. There's a curious gleam in his eye at the mention of himself and children. "Never married," he explains, as this alone would answer her question though he does go on. "No children, though perhaps one day in the future. Yet it is not a priority for me at present day."

Caligan finds his way back the the pretty 'falcon' and answers her quietly when she speaks. He mutters to Tiffany, "I'm... enjoy... Well I..."

Sionil smiles "Well, you are young, there is time to find a wife and settle down."

Brannon's young sister turns her gaze toward others present. A giggle and nudge as she points out first one and then the other is given her brother. "I'm surprised you have not caught one of those birds and be giving their wings a workout in a dance.

Fuller nods and looks again out on the dance floor "Now to find you a partner." then glances towards the other side of the room, spying the other pair looking at the 'birds'

Brannon laughs at the mear suggestion of caging one of those birds. "oh no I dont think I will have be a bit of bird. There is greater prey out here this day yes?" he looks over the edge of the goblet in his hand to his sister with a wry smile.

Maizran chuckles lightly at Sionil's observation. "My dear, I thank-you for the compliment, though I assure you I am at an age where my next child should be born," the Duke announces with an amused smile showing through the cut of his mask. He leans forward, this time in a whispering tone as though he might be sharing a secret. "I will be thirty-five in the next year."

Tiffany grins as she takes another glass of wine from the passing server. Still she speaks in low tones She mutters to Caligan, "I am... you... so... the..." she glances round the room in admiration of the costums "it is quite colorful here."

Johan slips from Sionil's feathery side and makes his way after that which caught his attention. He has to spin around one dancing couple then pause for another to pass before he can get near the man.

Thad turns to face Teres and speaks quietly with her. "I remember this song... do you want to dance?" He smiles and sets his untouched drink down. "I think I remember how."

Sionil ahhs "Thirty Five, you look younger then that. I would not have said anything over thirty."

Trivan watches the gathering for a long moment and as the ladies drift away into the crowd he makes an over exaggerated expression of regret then twists lips into a rakish smile. His glance moves to the woman in white and the one in red as if he can not decide which to approach first. Seeing both occupied with others, he rambles into a knot of people and joins the conversation when opportunity arises.

Eowyn seems to ignore Fuller's comment as she begins to walk about the edge of the room, stopping every now and again to peer curiously at the various creatures and others gathered here.

Leah smiles a little as she finds a tall man dressed as an adventurer catches her arm and pulls her boldly into a dance. Her lively steps keep up with him though her eyebrow quirks at some of the improvised steps he tries to lead her through.

"Compliments to no end," Maizran responds with a pleased smile, his eyes briefly moving to Johan before they settle once more on Sionil. "Please, I'm certain your date might take offense if any more are offered." The jest, is somewhat that, as he shrugs a shoulder lightly. "I have been told I look younger then my years, though yet to be assumed in my twenties. At least not for a few years now."

Caligan chuckles. He mutters to Tiffany, "... so... attended for..other reasons." He then takes on a somewhat more serious tone.

Teres nods and stands to walk toward the area cleared for dancing. Her steps are in time to the beat and she unconsciously sways one hand in time to the music. "thank you. Would be honored to dance with you, kind Sir Wolf."

Nods at the fools response and sips her wine. "I wonder what that reason is." more a statement than a question. Her eyes wonder to the host "I wonder if we should greet him formally and give our thanks for the party as the others are doing?"

Sionil grins to the man, "Well, I will have to track him down. Thank you again for your invitations."

Thad rolls those yellow eyes of his and chuckles. He guides her to the dance floor and they begin to dance, Thad looking very much like the beginner, though he improve as the song continues. His smile betrays his amusement.

Caligan mutters to Tiffany, "... example, where... friend... be... the..."

"Light Illume, Sionil," Maizran states with the bow of his head. There's a light smile in his eyes as he looks to the woman in an appreciating manner. The Duke does seem eager to scan the dance floor and look through the guests himself. He turns away from the entrance and toward the Great Hall.

Tiffany smiles as the fool speaks to her She mutters to Caligan, "... him but... place... have little chance..." she sips the wine and dips her head politely as the other pass by.

Johan stops as his prey departs for the dance floor with a lovely woman. frowning slightly he takes up a position on the dance floors edge watching them from behind his mask move about the floor.

Sionil moves away, finally, and looks about for where Johan is

Melina leans against one of the tables, her wine glass almost finished by now. She smiles and nods to some of the very few people she's managed to meet while within Cairhien, exchanging a few pleasant words. She seems almost unconcerned for those around her, and as if she is enjoying herself.

Eowyn watches as the pair of wolves head off to dance. As she studies them, her eyes widen and her smile grows. She turns about and looks for Fuller, her eyes picking him out in the distance and waving quickly to him.

Fiona winks at Brannon. "Depends, brother dear. Such a handsome lot to choose from" Sheer bravado those words. Her grip is too tight on her goblet and fingers tremble a little. "Will have to follow the example of the others and see about a dance partner of my own" Oddly enough, she shrugs off the invitation of a callow young man ad one of an older who rakes over her form with a lecherous glance from behind the concealing mask. "And then again, perhaps will just stay here with you."

Caligan nods to the falcon, though his facial expression cannot be seen behind the mask. He mutters to Tiffany, "Perhaps... are... I introduce... I'm... to... to." A small chuckle.

Brannon shakes his head at her false bravado. "Then again I doubt there is a woman here worth persuing." He catches a passing server and drops off his glass before turning again to observe the croud. his haughty attitude perhaps more than just the mask he wears for the festival.

Johan watches the grey wolf move across the dance floor with his partner. A fitting costume really, from what he has seen. Tapping his foot to the rythm of the music the musician in the man is slowly coming out unable to keep it down for long.

Sionil seeing Johan moves towards him

Leah swirls once, twice, spins out, and suddenly her partner finds himself on the dancefloor alone while she is merging with others, safely finding one of the women with whom she came to talk with. In her former dance partner's hand is one of the fabric leaves from her costume. To the attendant she murmurs. "Lout. thought to pluck my leaves to see the 'trunk' inside. Too bold, and it started to tear my dress. Make any necessary excuses. I need to seek repairs before I find more showing than this dress intended." And she politely makes his way toward the entry.

The Duke of Demmar sighs a touch from behind the mask. As though to grab the attention of the room he snaps his richly black cloak before moving forward through the room. He has the appearance ofa hunter, the silver and black theme matching the background as he moves past guests, and giving the impression of a man that has somewhere to go. Yet in that same regard, he does turn to the guests and greets them with a light smile. Maizran is far from friendly, but he is formal in greetings. Maizrna's path is quickly stopped, however, as a few Cairhienin nobles merge into him and then another pair crowd him ahead. Not taken a back, he simply nods and begins a pleasant conversation which he is sure to depart at the next distraction.

Tiffany laughs, showing a surprised look "I have no desire to unless it is absolutely necessary." she glances to the host then back to her friend "I just want to get this all over with you know how I detest crowds."

Caligan mutters to Tiffany.

Sionil mutters to Johan, "See... you like?"

Caligan nods again. He mutters to Tiffany, "Perhaps you would... wandering off for a bit. I'm... no... you poking around some..If... anything,... back... tell..."

Eowyn begins heading back the way she has just walked. Back to the far corner where Fuller remains, her eyes casting across to the wolves every now and again.

Tiffany chuckles as she watches Maizran cross the room She mutters to Caligan, "... ask... mysterious... delivered... my shop." she stops and looks to the fool "where would I begin if I were to do that?"

Johan gestures with his hand out onto the dance floor. 'See that pretty lass there.' He pauses and give sionil a smirk before continuing. He mutters to Sionil, "... with... wolf....golden... Several... the..."

Thad continues to dance with the woman in the matching costume. He laughs now and then, the light occasionally catching his yellow eyes. He seems oblivious to everything except his partner

With a faint touch of amusement, Melina is once again lead onto the dancefloor. Again, she remains a polite distance from the man who decides to pull her into a dance. More quiet conversation ensues, though this time the music beats a little slower than the last, as the two glide across the floor.

Teres 's glance swings by the the crowd. One eyebrow quirks as she notices the the woman in white feathers looking their direction, and then the gaze of the others. She does not miss a step but her gaze lowers to remain round mid chest level of her partner.

A voice from the woman in the winter tree costume calls out. "Leah? When did you change I thought we were going as a set, and now you ..... Ohhhh, " She looks at thad, taken aback by the yellow eyes. "We'll talk later....Did not mean to interrupt." Sure she did not, every word and nuiance seems carefully crafted.

Teres shakes her head. 'No, the one you hunt for is over there, I think>' She points toward the woman starting to leave.

Sionil gives a nod She mutters to Johan, "... their type was all..."

Fuller wanders away from his cousin towards the other side of the ballroom, where a certain brother and sister are standing

Johan extends his hand to his ward. "Would you care to step out on the floor with a sorry dancer as myself? I'm afraid I have lost a step or two of late being out of practice." Yes the music is calling him with its tone and beat.

Caligan mutters one final sentence to the 'falcon beside him before heading for the door, still striding with that sense of perfomance. When he reaches the door, he gives one of the guard/guests a pat on the back and whispers something to him before disappearing through the door. The almost shocked reaction of the guard is surely what Caligan was hoping for, and the curious could only begin to guess what might have been said.

Fiona watches the approaching Fuller and her smile widens, becoming softer. Her eyes lower in a flirtaceous manner and a faint hint of pink gives her cheeks some color. It is clear Fuller is no stranger to her, not with that blush and the way she looks at him.

The music from the ban continues to gain in volume as many of the guests that would arrive have arrived. Drinks continue to be served by the 'pretty' servants that are not getting a day off on this Feast of Fools. Finally a man steps to the podium, one dressed in the outfit of the 'fool' and likely one that would be such on any other day. His bells are heard, and the music briefly stopped, as his voice moves across the Hall. "On behalf of Duke Demmar and House Demmar of Andor, welcome to the celebration of the Feast of Fools. Those wanting to provide entertainment for the evening can meet with me, otherwise, please drink, eat and enjoy the afternoon and evening." With that said, he moves off the stage and begins to mingle with the crowd. The music once again picks up.

Sionil gives a curtsey "That would be lovely. We don't go dancing enough, Jo"

Thad watches the exchange between the woman and Teres, a slightly puzzled look on his face. As the man speaks, he turns to watch him. When the music resumes, he asks Teres, "Another dance, my dear?"

Dark eyes follow the fool as he leaves. The Falcon sips the wine and smiles guessing what was said to the guard. She looks round the room and waits for the proper time to greet the host, in the meantime she stays at the edge of the crowd content with watching.

The blue masked man takes the hand of the woman in red and leads her out onto the dance floor. The man lets himself be lost in the music moving to it's rythm. "one thing at a time Nil, playing and singing...then dancing."

Sionil dancing and smiling brightly "You are better then you think."

Maizran finally frees himself from the Cairhienin nobles that he was far from thrilled to be speaking with. Though on the outside he did appear pleasant enough. Stepping away, the Duke turns his attentions on the dance floor and takes a few steps forward toward it. That predatory gaze sets itself on the dancing couples, as he takes this moment to pause in his motions.

Fuller passes by Trivan, tho he doesn't even give his cousin a look. His eyes are those of one with a plan not exactly noble in nature. He continues across the room.

Brannon too sees fuller aproach his sister. His face grows darker by the moment as he broods over his thoughts. behind his back his fist clenches and unclenches in a very manly testosterone pulsing fashion. forcing a smile onto his face Brannon nods to Fuller, and somehow manages to slip a half step infront of his sister. how convienient.

As the music stops, the dance with Melina stops. She begs away from her partner and disappears to the back of the room once more. She murmurs a few quieted words to the man, then seems content enough to settle herself back with her glass of wine.

Eowyn frowns as Fuller walks away. Her gaze follows him across the room, the where he joins the other two and she gasps, standing for a moment, wide-eyed. Quickly she turns away and pushes through the crowds of people, heading for the exit.

Johan laughs while twisting and stepiing about in a dance like fashion. "when in the forrest like like an animal, when in a city, a inn is your home. on the dance floor...this is the place to dance."

Tiffany slowly works her way round the fringes of the crowd. Stopping on occasion to admire a piece of art here and there and to greet others she passes, finally coming to rest at the glass door she stares out into the garden then back to the room watching the others dance as she sips the wine.

Maizran sets into motion once more, though this time walking the edge of the dance floor seeming to be enjoying the music that plays. His light eyes do touch upon more guests briefly, as he bows in greeting and shakes a few more hands in welcome.

Small and slight as she is, it doesn't take Eowyn long to wind her way through to the door and then out into the entrance hall.

Eowyn exits the entertainment hall through the tall archs that lead into the entrance hall.

Leah returns shortly and win better repair than when she left. Some of her 'party' mood seems to have fled and she quietly finds a spot to the side to watch the eyecatching costumes whirl by. An occasional snippet of polite social comments are offered those who are closest.

Fuller gives a smile towards Brannon's sister and speaks towards her as if Brannon was not even right between the two of them "Greetings My Lady, I could not help but notice that you wanted to dance but were lacking a sutible partner. Might I escort you?"

Melina finishes the remnants of her wine, and pushes away from her spot in the back. This time she moves to a server, to get a bit of a snack from the hor'doevres that are being sent about.

Teres nods to her companion and starts into the next dance with him. She murmurs. "I...er...I resemble one of the ladies. the one I told you about. She just mistook me for her. " She smiles a little. ?Maybe people are just too uncertain about who I really am to ask me to leave?"

Thad slides his arm around her waist and says, "I would like to talk to you a moment, please? If I could?"

Brannon gruffly responds for his sister, "She didn't see any here who suited her tastes. Perhaps you would like to go dance with that wolf over there?" He gestures to man in the wolds costume on the floor.

Better late than never. Drayson enters te room and stands looking around for a moment.

Trivan:finishes the dance and steps aside. As he does, he spots Daryson stepping through the door. The music is not over but the partner he guides seems more interested in food than the rugged looking man who partners her. Over to Drayson he makes his way to speak to him for a few moments.

Teres looks up toward Thad and nods, her head tipping. "Er..here?" she asks softly.

Thad shakes his head and moves from the floor. They move to one corner, away from the majority of the people. Though no one could hear what he says, his actions might suggest he is slightly annoyed.

Fuller smirks and holds his hand out in invitation to the lady "I'm sure you had trouble seeing anything with this thing blocking your view"

Fiona reaches over to pat Brannon on the arm and coos to him. "Oh, nonsense. It is just a dance, and I would be delighted. One hand extends to drop into Fullers as he invites her to dance. A glance is cast back to Brannon and teases. "One just has to wait for the right man to come along. Why don't you find someone yourself. Maybe that one in the spring tree or the redbird costume? "

Maizran continues to move around the dance floor and heads toward the back. The mask of silver and black can offer an interesting contrast, a light sparkle showing as he searches for Melina among those in the crowd.

Teres 's glance lowers, head bowing a little as her hand moves expressively as if in apology. Lips shape words too low spoken to carry far.

Tiffany works her way to the glass door and slips out to the garden for some air.

Thad touches her cheek gently with one hand. He smiles slightly and replies to her. After he speaks, he still looks into her face.

As his sister is dragged out on the dance floor by that miscreant Fuller Brannon starts right away to look for an available woman to take out on the dance floor as well. Fuller isn't going to get his other siter away from him so easily. Burn his bloody soul for even trying. But whom can he get to dance so quickly...Hrm.

Melina takes a few small morsels to eat; sugared bacon and small sausages. She munches on them quietly, then takes a seat next to the garden entrance. She nods pleasantly and smiles to a couple of people about her, eyes settling upon some of the masked guests.

Sionil smiles to Johan "Thank you for the dance. I could use something to drink now, my throat is parched."

"Hesitated to come but Mother insisted I help represent the House here." Drayson speaks to Trivan, rather distant from the area in which Brannon and Fuller speak. His glance follows Fuller shile Drayson continues to speak. "Was hoping he would not show up here. Eowyn passed me in the courtyard and looked as pale as her white dress, took one look at me and let out a yelp, then ran for our manor. You know what's stuck in her craw? " He puns a little considering the woman is in bird costume. "She bolted like something had scared her to death."

Trivan shakes his head. "No, barely met her the other day. Don't know her much past her name and what she looks like."

Maizran makes his approach from behind Melina, announcing himself with a slight clearing of his throat. There is no hint to his mood, or anything otherwise, as he stands just behind and to the side of Melina. It would appear that this masked guest the host recognizes all too well, though his manner toward her is no different then any other guest. "I had not seen you entered," he notes in a near whisper, "advisor."

Fuller still holding the Lady Fiona's hand he leads her to the dance floor "My your dress is lovely. I don't think I've seen that design previously in the city."

Melina glances behind her at the clearing of the throat, then blinks in faint startlement as she notices Maizran. She manages a smile at Maizran, murmuring quietly, "I didn't want any fuss, so slipped passed the other guests." Her eyes show little other emotion than her surprise.

Brannon grabs a woman apparently a server and swings her towards the dance floor hot after fuller and his sister fiona. The poor woman is draged out and away from her duties. More intent on breaking fuller and fiona up on the floor than actually dancing Brannon looks out of place.

Teres smiles up at Thad then looks aside, shyly trying to maintain a proper decorum.

Fiona smiles up at Juller as he leads her onto the dance floor. bits of what she says to him may be heard by others near. ".... ... to see you here. ... ... arms round ... ... " She giggles and blushes. The two are dancing a little closer than is the usual distancing of partners.

Johan nods his head to sionil and quickly slips away to fetch a glass or two of juice. When he returns he hands one to the lady in red. "Have you attracted enough looks tonight with your visage Nil?"

Sionil grins to Johan "I think so. All these nobles have their eyes on me, and many of the commoners as well. I didn't think I would get such looks not wearing that costume I had on the last ball we went to."

Maizran steps in beside the well disguised Melina. Looking toward her, his eyes appreciate her figure briefly before settling for her eyes. "I see, likely wise, I suppose." Again, he continues in a tone that's just loud for her to hear and those few that are around them. "You will notice I varied a touch from the Feast of Fools in traditions." A touch? It is only the Feast of Fools by vague representation. "Though I felt this more appropriate for a noble setting, yes?"

Fuller continues his sweet-talking to the woman on his arms as he spins about the dance floor. Giving almost evil looks over at her brother whenever the pair come in eyecontact.

Drayson's expression darkens as he follows the movement of Fuller onto the dance floor, and the actions of Brannon. He looks toward Trivan and then pointedly back toward the two. "Wonder if we can manage to extract him quietly?"

Trivan catches Fuller's eye and jerks his head a little, a clear signal asking him to join the men across the room.

Johan purrs in rememberance of the last 'costume' she wore. "you slight yourself Nil. I dare say you could catch nearly any man here in the hall..well perhaps any but that bumbling idopt there in on the dance floor with the server girl."

Fuller just gives a grin towards his Cousin Trivan and then looks again towards his dance partner giving her a bright smile.

Melina dips her head in a gentle nod to Maizran's words, eyes moving from him to view the guests once more, "I am certain the nobles appreciate the gesture at keeping this a more dignified celebration for them, Lord Demmar." Her voice is as quietly spoken as Maizran's allowing those in their immediate area to hear what's being said.

Leah giggles softly at a few of the comments offered by the wallflowers who are catching up on news round the border of the room. Her throaty laugh blends with those of the other women. An older woman fanns her face as if shocked yet the subtle motion of her facial muscles shows she is fighting to restrain a laugh herself.

Brannon spins his reluctant dance partner away from him and right towards Fiona. The girl spins and manages to keep her balance as she heads for some woman. Perhaps he can switch partner? "Mind if I cut in?" he blurbs while trying to reach for Fiona's hand and dance her away from the vile man.

Fuller looks down upon Brannon, and keeps somewhat a tight hold onto the woman "Yes I would mind. It is not natural for a grown man dance with his sister."

Fiona dimples as she smiles against Fuller's shoulder. Her skirts flare out and sway as she dances lightly with Fuller. Toward Brannon she makes a face and shakes her head. "Spoil sport! If you want to dance with me, you can do that any time." she is clearly engrosed in the compliments and flattery heaped on her by Fuller, but not so intent that the friction between the two is not creeping into her awareness. She looks from one to the other quizically, not aware of any reason for the actions of either. Nothing like a family that protects the young maidens from having ears sullied by gossip.

"Are you enjoying the evening thus far?" For the first time Maizran sweeps a glass of wine from one of the passing trays. His attentive gaze settles ahead to those that dance. There are a few guests that are offering Maizran amusement, though otherwise his look is rather serious. One would almost have the impression that he's having a private conversation, and wishes to be left alone, though clearly that manner about him will not prevent some from approaching.

Fuller smiles to Fiona "Well said, My lady"

"I am so far, Lord Demmar." Melina answers in a polite tone, her words not quite whispered. She reaches out to take another glass of white wine for herself, to wash down the bits of snack she had earlier. "Everything is lovely." She smiles at that, chancing a glance back at the lord as she sips from the tall wine glass.

Thad pulls Teres to him in a warm embrace. He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and smiles. "Now, shall we dance or would you like a drink first?" He slips his arm around her back and turns to face the group, moving slowly back to the rest of the guests.

Johan takes the servers hand back and leads her away after being rebuked by both Fuller and his sister. how dare she! doesn't she know how vile this man is? and what he did to her sister? "My appologies" said more to his sister than to the pair of dancers. He continues to dance with the woman he dragged onto the floor very near Fuller and Fiona in order to pre-emptivly stop any foolishness that might happen.

Brannon takes the servers hand back and leads her away after being rebuked by both Fuller and his sister. how dare she! doesn't she know how vile this man is? and what he did to her sister? "My appologies" said more to his sister than to the pair of dancers. He continues to dance with the woman he dragged onto the floor very near Fuller and Fiona in order to pre-emptivly stop any foolishness that might happen.

Maizran nods while a brief smile catches his expression with Melina's words. "You will save me a dance for later in the evening?" Indeed, it is a question, and one that is far from expecting of the preferred answer. Lord Demmar's attentive gaze continues to focus on the dance floor, and those that are seeming to enjoy themselves.

Fuller continues the dance and with a mischievous glance towards Fiona starts to show off with her against that of her brother and his partner, muttering to her "let's show him that he wasted his time not dancing with you when he had the chances to in the past"

Trivan makes a low sound under his breath and glances toward Drayson. "Seems he is determined to do this. If you are to replace Lady Chantal, will be your problem to deal with. The arms are folded and Trivan abandons Drayson to cope with his younger brother's roguish actions.

Drayson starts toward his brother, his every step delayed by first one and then the other stopping him to inquire about the health of his mother or offer sympathy or welcome him back.

"Perhaps..." Melina answers Maizran's question, "Maybe two or three, if you are not inundated wiht dance requests from others in the room." Her tone has a slight teasing note to it, showing her good humor for the evening. Her eyes dance lightly, and look upon Maizran's features - an attempt to guage what he's feeling, if anything at all, that evening.

Teres blushes vivid red and follows along as Thad guides her across the room She reaches for the glass of wine she had left on a table to dance and takes a gulp so it does not slosh out while they make their way along.

Thad guides her over to the side of the dance floor, standing near the woman in red and her partner. Thad watches with a smile on his face the dancing couples.

Johan watches the dance floor with renewed interest.

Fiona's voice carries a little as she replies to something said. "What scandal? I've been in training at the palace for weeks now. No one from home as said too much to me except you weren't enammored of my sister any more." The words fade out into the music that becomes louder in that passage. "... ... .... meet you so you can explain...but..." Again the words fade.

Sionil grins with Johan "My, the game is going on strong with those three."

Fuller hmms to her and in a compeltely natural voice "No, no scandal, and right now you are the only beauty that has my enamour."

From the cut of the mask around Maizran's lips, the smirk is shown. "I'm certain you are gathering more dance requests then I. You look striking beautiful this evening," he compliments lightly, eyes moving to the bracelette she wears briefly before he tips his wine glass down to finish the next. Maizran takes her free hand, turning more toward Melina. "Shall we dance?" He does not seem yet aware of the slight argument beginning to form, it is a large hall, though others nearby do turn.

Leah laughs once more and finally rises to seek one of the women in the summer tree costumes. She makes her way over to the an in black, the host, and offers her polite thanks for the invitation. "So kind of you to invite us. I fear that we two must return to let others have a few hours off. " the polite explaination for the early departure is given.

Johan nearly stops dancing There on the dance floor instead he just stands there staring at Fuller and his blind sister. Surely she isn't so enamored with this gutter filth of a relative that she cannot see it? His face reddens with anger his face not at all pleasent.

Brannon nearly stops dancing There on the dance floor instead he just stands there staring at Fuller and his blind sister. Surely she isn't so enamored with this gutter filth of a relative that she cannot see it? His face reddens with anger his face not at all pleasent.

Teres moves closer to Thad as she particularily notes some of the masks and fripperies that seem to be most popular among those attending the dance.

Johan notices a wolf costume nearby when his attention is momentarily diverted from the dancing scne by another pretty costume on a woman. "Pardon me a moment Nil." He takes only a few steps to the side where he meets up with the wolf man. "Hello sir."

Caught by a cousin, Drayson impatiently tries to free himself to head toward Fuller. The aging woman is rather determined and her hand latches onto his sleeve like a claw and holds fast while she enumerates a multitude of health problems from aching bunions to a beddened eye with a lash stuck in it.

Fuller when he again turns enough to see Brannon directly gives him a very wide smile, baring all of his teeth at the man.

Tiffany enters from the garden, working her way thorugh the people to find another drink, she is quite unhappy her escort left. Taking another wine she finds a place by the garden door so she can slip out quickly if necessary.

Thad turns to the man who addresses him. "Hello," he replies. "My name is Thad Hargrave.. and you are?"

Trivan 's hands form fists as he watches Fuller taunting Brannon. Over to one of the men who look like a guard he begins to dege his way and murmurs to him enough to catch his attention.

Maizran smiles kindly to Leah. "Of course, m'lady. Many thanks for coming out."

Sionil when Johan walks off makes her way towards Trivan

Melina sets down her own wine glass as Maizran takes her free hand. "I would be honored, Lord Demmar." She gives the Lord of Demmar a warm smile, her eyes sparkling lightly as she gazes upon him. She seems unaware of the problems starting to form, and in fact keeps most of her attention on the Lord now that he found her.

Fiona shakes her head a little at Fuller, her hand absently patting his shoulder. She does not see his expression. "They will soon discover they are wrong about you..." She speaks in a soft tone. "Such lies they spread ....just is not fair."

Johan gives the man beast a nod of his head in greeting. "And I am Johan. I believe I have seen you about recently."

Excuses offered and thanks to Maizran offered, Leah turns and with the other attendant moves toward the door.

Leah exits the entertainment hall through the tall archs that lead into the entrance hall.

Fuller transforms his smile just for her and in a softer tone, "Thank you, My Lady for your trust. I have learned to ignore them, I have to if only to spare my poor ailing mother from having to see their affect upon me."

Maizran guides the disguised Melina by the hand until they reach the dance-floor. It is with a simple turn that he faces the advisor, and soon enough they begin a dance that would be conservative of Cairhienin standards, though proper for an Andoran couple. "You honor me with your company," he whispers pleasantly.

Thad eyes the man a moment, those yellow eyes looking him up and down. After a moment, he replies, "Perhaps... you were with the woman in red at the reading of Madrik's... of my father's will?"

Brannon nearly explodes as steam should be seen coming from his every facial opening he is so hot with anger. Brannon's jaw drops as he overhears his own sister claim the rumors of hte man are false. That is just too much for him, hell be damned if he will let that rat Fuller snatch his remaining sisters innocents with his beguiling ways. "just not fair? Fiona!" brannon leaves his dance partner completely alone as she strides the rest of hte way to the other pair with a rage. "Would you like the truth about this man? this...PiG?"

Johan nods his head slowly, "Ah yes there was that. My condolences on your fathers passing...Might I have a word with you?" he gestures to a place away from most people where two masked men might talk.

Teres 's eyes widen and she looks toward Tahd, the glance continuing on to the man to whom he speaks. Her shy smile is given with a respectful nod of the head. She remains silent as she listens.

Sionil mutters to Trivan, "... should... something before... too..."

Thad glances at Teres and says, "Do you mind, Teres? I will not be long...."

"I think it is I who holds the honor Lord Demmar..." Melina speaks in a quieted tone, looking about the rest of the room, "From the envious looks of the nobles on the side, I am the one to have the first dance this evening from you...?" Her tone is questioning, yet almost certain.

Teres smiles up at Thad. "of course you may go, Thad. I'll just sit over here and sip this excellent wine." She gestures to a spot to the side, out of the way and more inhabited by servers than guests.

Fuller stops his dance as Brannnon comes towards them "Watch what you speak of, sir." placing a lot of sarcastic tone upon the last word there.

Thad motions to the spot Johan pointed. He smiles slightly an then says, "Then I am yours for the moment, sir...I don't believe I caught your name..."

Fiona's steps stop and she gives a puzzled glance at her brother, letting one hand rest on the forearm of each. "Hush ow, both of you. Now is not a time o argue...." She notes that determined glance of Brannon's and her blush fades into her normal coloration and beyond to a pallor. "What? You don't tell me things and then expect me to know? How am I supposed to ....." The oft repeated sibling argument begins and she taps one foot impatiently. "Can't we just have fun and discuss this at home?"

Brannon gets right into the face of the other man seething with anger and hatred for him. Pointing his finger at the mans chest. "This man was with your sister. and it was this man that I chased from our house. And it is this man that wishes to ruin your good name Fiona and I will not have it." The hand not pointed at fullers chest tightens at his side.

Tiffany watches the others then slips out to the garden to have a look around.

Maizran seems all too approving at some matter between himself and his dance-partner. "Mistress, your compliments are appreciated, as are your skills in observation." He takes her words as the truth, as though she could speak no else to him. "Indeed, you do have my first dance," he agrees while moving through the dance floor. His attentions briefly drift toward some argument he would have heard in the distance. Maizran swings Melina about a touch, his attentive eyes moving beyond her for only a moment, returning then to Melina. "Might I say the same for you? Or do the please smiles that had turned to envious gazed prove otherwise?"

Sionil eyeing the man before him and tho not looking at her speaks to her, ignoring him in his response, "Did you not hear the tale of my fiancee and what was done to her just one week before our wedding day? Or has your brother kept that away from you too.

"They prove otherwise, Lord Demmar." Melina admits in a quieted voice, her eyes scanning the crowd briefly for those she had danced with before, "But they were not dances of my own initiation. They would not accept no as an answer, and since they seemed harmless enough I obliged as you were busy with greeting the guests." She returns her gaze back to Maizran, still more or less unaware of any arguing. "I did say that most of my dances were already booked."

Drayson finally manages to work toward Fuller, not able to rid himself of the cousin as yet who has moved on to excrutiating details about tics and twitches. She hanga on to that arm tight as a beggars tag clings to a woll stocking. Only a dozen steps now separate the brothers.

trivan mutters to the house guard. "... let the Duke ... ... something bad happens." The low gravelly voice is nearly inaudible..

Maizran continues the dance, losing sight of those arguing as sweeps of dancers move into view. The Duke does pull his dance partner a touch closer as his eyes focus on hers. The way his black cloak flows across the dance floor, that silver silk shirt shining beneath when exposed, is an interesting sight, though he likely pales in attentive gazes to those offered to his dance partner. He mutters to Melina, "... did... the... for..." The tone is casual, as he leaned forward for to whisper.

"She need know nothingmore than you are a vile self serving man who care not a wit for his reputation or the women that you ruin. I challenged you once to a duel and you fled like a little child afraid to face hte truth." Brannon hisses as the other man virtually ignores him and his presence. Again his left hand tightens, this time tighter than before.

Sionil laughs out at him "Tell her. Tell her what your older brother did to my fiance', don't deny the facts of your family's treachery."

Melina seems to hesitate the memomnt, her cheeks flushing slightly in memory of the dress. She mutters to Maizran, "The dress... Lord... but... I worn... I only... of one... many. And, I... to... for... this... are not too... with me... wearing it..." She lowers her eyes as she finishes her muttered words, almost seeming.... frightful of disappointment?

Fiona looks from one to the other, eyes widening and she hisses under her breath. "hush, just hush. Lets go outside or something. Everyone is starting to look at you. Oor host.... " The words trail off and she reads the expressions deeper, knowing she if likely not heard by either. Her skirt, the mingled mix of the pink blooms of a spring tree, flares out and she tries to locate someone to help. Costumes ...costumes everywhere. She does not recognize many present and it does not take her long to spin back to where the two argue. Dancers around them come to a halt and step aside, giving room.

The people stopping to watch make a barrier to Drayson and he is delayed further in his effort to intercede. He forceably removes the aging cousin's hand from his arm and starts to politely shoulder closer to Fuller.

Trivan nods once toward the guard and turns to start making his way toward the brewing confrontation. Some of the ladies find themselves at that point they strain to see more at the same time they gradually edge toward the perimeter of the room, just to be on the safe side, but expecting their fun to not be interrupted for long.

Maizran's expression is hidden by the mask he wears, though those that know him would know that few hints of his thoughts are given way by the mask beneath the mask. There is a light quirk of an approving smile that touches Maizran's features as he hears Melina's whispers. Lord Demmar leans forward, nodding lightly in agreement. He mutters to Melina, "... forward to... you... within." That said, he does once again turn his attention to the barrier of people that are disturbing the events. Maizran slows the dance, and now visibly takes an interest at what might be going on just behind.

Fuller a little louder at Brannon "Tell her. Tell them. How she was raped then left for dead. How she killed herself when the shame of what was done to her left her broken."

Fiona's hands clasp before her and she stomps one foot. "What? What did Caldan do? " She gulps and reaches out to pull her brother away with her, trying to preserve some modicum of manners. "You can tell me...back home." To fuller she glances in reproof, such unseemingly behavior, making one the center of gawking and stares.

Melina's head is brought up by Maizran's words to her. Blue eyes carefully study his features as confusion comes to her brow. She mutters to Maizran, "Passions,... Am... your..." She had not made any other offers to the man but that which she spoke.

Maizran might show a hint of disappointment then, though it would be brief as he slows their dance and observes the wall of guests forming. He does generally move them in that direction, though seems too intune with the conversation to give up the subject matter yet. He mutters to Melina, "... did... satisfied, only... so."

Brannon leans forward to look Fuller straight in the eyes. "That was never proven, and besides she should have known better than to go off somewhere if she was planning to be married so soon.... with whoever might have done it. Her own fault and no one threw her in the river and held her head under. Watch your tongue." He bows to his sister and smirks. "You see now, Fiona? Is /this/ the filth encrusted sow's belly you want to spend time with? "

Melina nods her head a bit, managing a bit of a warm smile. 'And tempted?' Her voice takes on a light teasing note, She mutters to Maizran, "... dress was... tempt.... it... we... evening spending..." She reaches out and gently caresses Maizran's cheek at that, forgetting the people there briefly. Then, remembering herself, she pulls her hand back.

Fuller hearing those words come from him finally lets out and makes a fist and throws it right at Brannon's face

Xera walks into the hall, casting a casual glance around the room, her manner one of taking in the room while not being overmuch impressed by it. She lightly arches a brow as she says the makings of a fistfight and murmurs, "Andorans," under her breath, her eyes theatrically rolling upwards.

Maizran's attentive gaze is on Melina as she spekas, that pleased and approving note in his eyes and lips appearing as he sweeps her across the dance floor in a closer dance. At the touch on his cheek, even if masked, the man hints of a smile and leans dangerously closer to her lips. He mutters to Melina, "An... together,... Though... hope that... at least... touch,... for it... if it... youthat... me."

Teres 's dismay starts to nibble away at her composure as as the men's voice raise. She looks in the direction Thad went to speak with someone and bites her lower lip. Another gulp of wine and she sets the empby goblet aside and hesitantly moves further away, and toward the clusters of other women toward the edge of the room.

The press of the ones around the perimeter of the dancefloor on which the confrontation is beginning get in each other and the House guard's way to a point it is difficult to reach them.

The smack of fist against the left cheek sends skin to purpling and splitting. "See Fiona" Brannon murmurs. "The young puppycan't even do that right." A trickle of blood drips down to jaw and is ignored. "just a common brawler" With deliberation Brannon unties first one and then the second of the rosettes binding the shortsword. "Find a weapon, Fuller, such insult will not go unanswered. We will settle it in the usual way, yes?" There is a snick as the sword is prepared to unsheath

Fiona looks from one to the other and finally steps back, her voice raising to murmur "Stop them...someone stop the, please."

Melina's eyes dance about a bit as she regards Maizran, She mutters to Maizran, "... but... shall... later this..." Her voice once again teases the Demmar Lord as her eyes take to scanning the crowd once more, "Which will likely wait until after all your guests have left for the evening. It is turning out to be quite the party."

Those men that had been pleasantly enjoying moving about the dance floor, though clearly armed, do take notice of the squabbling lords. And they do not react right-away, instead taking pause in the matter, almost as though they were instructed to do so. This is not, after-all, a matter that affects House Demmar in any light. At the sound of further yells, and the assumptions of fist being thrown, a few guards do now try to squeeze there way through the crowd.

Fuller says "Insults? Your very presence insults us all. I will give you an insult you will never forget!"

Trivan's attention is rather graphically caught by the aging cousin of Dryson who listens then proceeds to grasp her chest and faint. Unexpectedly he has his arms full of layers of brocade and a wrinkled grayhaired old woman with a vice grip on him that will not let go. He awkwardly mutters and mumbles, a glance asking someone, anyone for help. Others do not notice since too caught up in what is happening now. Like gentlemen and nobles anywhere, a few bets pass hands on the outcome.

Maizran does slowly begin to release Melina from his hold within the dance. Dancing steps soon turn to those of motion, as he realizes that the crowd at the edge is now far from fading away. "Must there always be some matter that interrupts the events here?" he asks Melina, that pleasant tone from before not yet missing.

Drayson approaches Fuller and reaches out. "Enough, don't insult the Demmar's any more by conintuing this. Come home..now." there is a hint of order in that statement.

Brannon looks toward Drayson. Cut from the same cloth? I offered him an honorable duel a week ago. He never responded. This time I will not wait to end the braying of this ass. Stay out of the way."

Xera purses her lips and crosses her arms in disgust. Whether the fight offends her or whether it simply distracted everyone's attention during her entrance is unclear.

Melina glances over at the crowd as Maizran stops their dance. While his pleasant humor may be kept, a frown does come to Melina's own features, "At least no one was poisoned this time...." Or so she thinks. She sighs lightly, letting go of Maizran's arm reluctantly, "Is there anything you'd like for me to do?"

Maizran shakes his head briefly as he considers the matter. "Not yet," he notes to the poisoning, likely mirroring her thoughts on the matter. "I'm certain the guards will handle the matter, let us just insure it is not one of my own involved." Maizran continues toward the crowd.

Drayson 's eyes widen as Brannon's arm drws back and the sword starts to thrust toward Fuller. He steps forward, unarmed, un noticing as the man's intent is made patently obvious. The path of the sword is too far committed to stop and the point brickels the shoulder just below the left colarbone. Not deeply, yet enough there is a small bloom of blood on the shirt. Drayson stumbles and a hand reaches out to pull him away. Another removes a costume piece to toss a weapon like that used by Brannon to Fuller if he chooses to use it.

Fuller grabs for the sword tossed towards him, and seeing that Drayson was struck, growls and swings the newly gained sword down at Brannon's trying to cause enough shock from the two's contact to force him to drop it.

Trivan 's hand fans the face of the elderly woman trying to rouse her. A few persons in the area offer advice ranging from dashing a glass of water in her face to burnt feathers to just letting her lay there and have a nice nap. More kindly people provided a folded cloak for a pillow.

Melina nods her head slowly at Maizran's back, concern etching upon her features as she follows him to the crowd. "It looks as though matters are getting worse and worse by the minute..." She comments, sighing as she spies swords coming into play.

The House Demmar guards, at the sight of metal, do all but shove and push those crowded out of the way. They now clearly do intend on reaching the scene of dueling lords.

Maizran leads Melina away from the crowd, the lord far from concerned over the battle of swords now that he's confirmed it does not involve any of his members. "It would be interesting to note why they duel," he states in a tone of casual observation.

"But why must they duel here? In your house and home. Does that not disrespect your hospitality?" Clearly, Melina is perturbed over the matter, and doesn't quite want to walk away from things. But, she settles for moving with Maizran as he leads her from the fray.

The ringing of swords crossing silences the musicians who look toward Maizran as if asking 'play louder or quit?" A sound of shattering glass is heard as someone knocks over a wineglass. Drayson stands watching, color growing paler and coughing from time to time. His shirt does not redden with a great deal of blood.

Brannon's grip on his sword fumbles a little but he regains it in time to disengage and bring it round to slash visciously toward Fuller. It is almost as if he does not bother to defend himself but relies on strong aggression to beat down any resistance. Anger fuels his temper.

Fuller :'s sword is in the wrong position to stop any attack and Brannon's slash makes a large rip down his shirt, an a scratch in the skin, deep enough to let out blood. Growling in pain the adreniline moves his arm holding the sword to swing back up at Brannon, almost a motion the oppsite of what was just done to him

The Entertainment Hall takes much the form of a battle-field. It is the disguised guards, likely too busy in entertaining themselves earlier to notice, that now take complete flight into action. There are well armoured ones that appear from the kitchesn and the Entrance hall, though otherwise those pushing through the crowds continue to do so. Another whispers something about a reader to a page, and that man heads away. Soon enough the group is surround by a dozen, though they still need to push through those noisy nobles. The band now stopped, though Maizran takes barely an interest at that deal. Instead the Fool that had been on stage earlier looks to the band and starts waving his hand upwards as though trying to encourage them to continue their play. Lord Demmar, for his part, takes to a higher step within the hall and watches from a distance. He stands near the kitchens. One might notice that himself, and the woman at his side, are well guarded now.

Sionil watching them eyes towards the woman with Maizran

Melina grows quiet as the blood shed starts to turn into a massacre amongst the fighing nobles. Her eyes widen and her hand goes to her mouth as she watches, dumbfounded. She turns her head away, not entirely 'squeamish' - just unwanting to see whatever'll happen afterwards.

Xera shakes her head, waving her retainers over to her. After a few quick commands, she turns and exits the hall, leaving the feast without ever having spoken to a single attendee.

Xera exits the entertainment hall through the tall archs that lead into the entrance hall.

A man approaches Maizran then, one that whispers a few words to him. The duke now safely away from danger, and judging by those marked and unmarked guards, he and Melina are largely unapproachable. Whatever whispers pass in between, Maizran simply nods. Lifting his hand in the air, much like a well trained army, he singles a few signs with his finger. The guards of House Demmar truly show themselves to have the training of well prepared soldiers. Maizran's sign has no obvious affect on them, though a few do note his finger-talked command. With that done, Maizran moves to take better hold of Melina by his side, bringing her closer to him with a hold about her arm. Lord Demmar watches the blood-shed with no emotion expressed, not until he finally yells. "Would you please make room for my guards!" His voice trails across the Hall, the man clearly accostumed to speaking in public places.

Fiona looks from one to the other and bolts, her hysteria growing as smug little world shatters before her eyes, such a pretty scene to turn so ugly. Poor guards find her clutching at them and demanding they stop the fight and shaking and pulling on them, actually slowing them up rather than helping the situation.

Trivan leaves the older woman laying with a woman looking over her, the older woman's grip transferred to another person. He is in much the same position as the guards, blocked from being effective.

Ripping shirt and the stream of blood Fuller's slash leaves on Brannon's shirt is ignored as he quicksteps forward, blindly swinging from his upper right diagonally down to his lower left.

Drayson's breathing is more shallow, struggling for breath as every trace of color in his skin fades out. Lips are as pale as his cheeks. Eyes start to dilate and a faint sheen of moisture glistens on his face. He looks down at such a small wound, such an insignificant spot. As knowledge of what has happened creeps in, his knees buckle, a spurt of the internal hemorrage from the knicked aorta now sepig out the small slit in the flesh.

Melina chances a glance back at the crowded area, eyes scanning the people present there; guests, servants, nobles, commoners and guards alike. She moves closer to Maizran as urged, taking some small comfort in his nearness. She buries her head against his shoulder and waits at his side admist the guards.

The guards finally to break free of the crowd, drawing their swords. There are two at first, though three more arrive into the circle that is now bloodied. "Drop your weapons," one orders, though perhaps it is already too late.

Fuller ignoring the guards thrusts his sword forward aiming for Brannon's heart, while his own left arm and shoulder is torn open by Brannon's attack

Another altercation begins, two nobles that were soaked heavy on wine begin to through fists at eachother near the entrance way of the Entertainment Hall. If nothing else, Demmar events will prove to be entertaining. With many of the guards now incricling the two dueling lords, the others now clearly in a fist fight are ignored.

It is not easy disarming two bleeding men that are dueling, at Fuller's thrust forward gives little options for the guards that are crowded by the audience that their bloody affair has offered. Although swords are drawn, there is no time to act. Killing them would be easy, though clearly the Demmar guards intend to disarm, and that's a tricky venture.

A viscious twist of the lips and Brannon half growls. "Will be worth dying to see that sum like you don't taint the air we breath. "Was my SISTER you fouled, an innocent who did not deserve the likes of you. you have a problem withbrother you take it ont on him, not an innocent girl." Anger driven, hte adranalin rush keeps him from much feeling his wounds. He letts the sword be sheathed in his chest while he twists and pushes down as if trying to gorge deeper and to catch the edge of the blacde across throat. Blind to swordsmanship, blind to protocal, to politeness, Brannon's hatred consumes him.

Fuller also feeling his own death coming as Brannon's own final stroke opens his chest and ending his life does not respond, just crying out his lost beloved fiancee's name before colapsing down onto Brannon and the ground.

The guards are of no use with two fatal blows, but they do come to the scene and try there best to aid both men. The Reader will be arriving shortly, though likely not in time to save either man.

Sionil rushes towards Trivan and his fallen cousin Drayson

Lord Demmar sighs heavily as he watches the two swords hit their intended targets. The fist fight only briefly distracts him, though with most of the guards on duty surrounding the now bleeding lords, Maizran looks to one of those around him. "Have those drunks stop now, before we have another bloodied mess. Take these men, leave me with two guards." The words are specific, as there are eight men about. The guard nods his head, and moves forward. Two guards stand just ahead of Maizran and Melina. Lord Demmar turns to Melina, his fingers briefly touching upon her chin. "Always a tragedy," he states in an unpleased tone.

Sionil kneels down to the fallen man and rips off her mask to see better, muttering to herself "Have to try to save him..."

Shock freezes many who observe. Only the two who duel were first noticed as silence fills the room. Then the screams of Fiona shrilly fill the room, one scream after the other. She is literally lifted and carried out by one, her sobs slow to fade away.

Trivan drops to kneel beside Drayson, one hand going out to rest on the young man's shoulder. He looks up toward Sionil and in a deep voice asks. "Can you do nothing for him?" the answer to that is already in Trivan's eyes though he can not stop himself from asking anyhow.

Brannon gurgles a little, a bubble of bright red staining his lips before it pops. His eyes become fixed as life fades away.

The band, of course, by now has stopped playing.

Sionil rips open Drayson's shirt muttering to Trivan, "I'll try, but I don't know if I can do much." His wound is fully revealed and the pulsing blood splurting out. "By the creator..."

Fuller lies fallen, face down, a small pool of blood gathering around his body

Melina's eyes go to Sionil briefly, a small frown touching her lips. She nods in response to Maizran, then speaks something quietly to him. She mutters to Maizran, "The woman... feathered mask,... is... channeler." She stays close to Maizran's side, not leaving it for anything. "Yes, a tradgedy..." She repeats his words, sighing softly, "Perhaps we should give up on having these sorts of functions Lord Demmar, and settle for attending what others hold?" She advises quietly.

Trivan 's head shakes as his gaze moves to Fuller. He heads over toward him and squats where he can offer him what succor is possible. Sashes are pulled off and jammed against wounds, anything to try to help. "Creator have mercy. "

Sionil shakes her head and looks up to Trivan with sad eyes "It punctured his heart, there is too much bleeding inside."

"Come, advisor," Maizran whispers to her as he leans over just a touch. With most of the guards now in attention of everyone but himself, Lord Demmar does look back to the kitchens. "It may be rude to leave the scene when guests are dying, but I can help them little but with the aid of my men, and I would rather flea the scene of chaos before it heads our way." This he does say loud enough to be heard by those nearby, and he is not the only to thing that way. There are screaming Ladies about, some fainting. Other men that nearly bolt for the entrance. Most likely would if not for the fight located there, and so the more fearful guests are forced to stay within the Hall. Maizran begins to leads Melina toward the kitchen.

Sionil murmurs as she holds the hand of the dying man, "Oh carnal, bloody and unnatural acts, of accidental judgements, casual slaughters, of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, and in this upshot, purposes mistook fall on their inventor's heads..."

Trivan 's lps press together. Death he has seen, but not the children of his hostess ended, not like this, not so needlessly, not so ignobally. He nods once to Sionil and looks wotard her. "Too late for this one too. Will send for the servants to fetch them. Will you help me tell Lady Chantal?" He stands and with a somber expression makes a simple request. "Please clear the way, any who are close to Lady Chantal and can offer support, please be there for her." Again the grey-eyed man looks round the room. "And I don't know who some be beneath their costumes, but please notify Lady Sydnia Tiigril and her husband Lyren." Trivan seems to half expect some knowing them well to be present.

Melina nods absently to Maizran's words, pressing her lips together tightly, "Aye, Lord Demmar, you are right." With that she turns and follows Maizran, ready and eager to be away from all the bloodshed.

The guards within the manor all too quickly will respond to the requests of Trivan. They work well together, it would be noticed, and those of lower rank quickly begin to send message to the others. With the swords now sheathed, those near offer help. The others that were fighting, those that attracted the attention of much of Maizran's guards that weren't at the bloodier scene, are quickly restrained. Maizran and Melina depart into the kitchen.