Okay. I need to put a warning on this one. It contains non descriptive nudity, violence and some language.

Setting: Sungate: Foregate, Cairhien
The Foregate is a sprawling collection of shabby buildings. They stand at best two or three stories tall. Save for the large avenue running south to the great gate of the city, the narrow streets make the foregate a mazelike warren. Many small shops inhabit the street levels of the buildings. The upper floors are given over to the dwellings of the shabby folks that make up the denizens of the foregate.
Summer is the best season in the foregate. The streets are nearly always dry and easily passable. As much as it can the foregate shines in the summer, some of the buildings even sporting a fresh coat of paint. By the early morning light, much of the foregate is quiet. Lights burn in some shops, mostly bakers and Inns, as they ready for the busy day. the few people in the street are either those going to work, or those coming home after a night of carousing.
Off to the south you can see one of the great gates of the city.
Characters:
Linden - A Cairhienin General - Watcher of the race
Adelina - High Seat of House Tiigril (Future Queen) - Contestent in the race
Relovic - High Seat of his House. - Watcher of the race
Nobreon - High Seat - Watcher of the race
Tomar - Treasure Hunter - Watcher of the race
Miri - Adelina's Maid
Marika - Unlucky Sea Folk woman who walks in
Miandrin - NPC, Puppeted by Milli - contestent in race
Dariena - NPC, puppeted by Witt - Lesser Lady and contestent
Rayne - NPC, puppeted by Adelina - In charge of the race

Adelina is one of the nobles whos attention is drawn. She is seriously on the way to becoming drunk, but she's not quite there yet. She's really been having fun. There is a raceway formed of mud and it is obvious a new event is about to start.

Linden idly pats the hand of a fluttering dove of a woman as he disengages from her, her longing look changing to one significantly less warm than that she bestowed on Linden as the woman realizes where her lord has headed.

"Adelina Tiigril." he begins, voice full of mock consternation, "It appears you've yet to tire of the celebrations of the Feast." he adds with a warm smile, ready to extend a hand should the Lady require it.

Adelina takes the hand with a deep, pouty smile, "I do not tire easily..." Her voice carries a tone that is a little more than flirtatious.

[Adelina's desc] The woman before you is dressed like a typical noble woman attending the Feast of Lights. Her hair is in tall curls held into a tower by silver chains with small silver stars and tear drops dangling of it and clinking slightly when she moves and they hit each other. She wears only a long dark red skirt, flowing down to her ankles and her feet are bare. A long cloak of the same color red is draped over her shoulders, covering most of the exposed flesh that others show so careless, though, every-so-often when she moves just the right way, someone who is looking closely can see hints of the rounded flesh hidden by the dark red fabric.

Laughing with easy grace, Linden squeezes Adelina's hand once in greeting and releases it, standing beside her as his eyes flow out across the assembled throng. "It appears another event awaits the revelers, my dear, any idea what it may be?" he inquires idly, gaze following a particularly...spectacular...woman that moves across the square with an ever-growing following of ardent admirers. After a few moments glance, Linden turns back to Adelina to await her reply.

Adelina looks over at the carefully prepared mud for about 60 feet and she gives a shrug, "Looks like a race to me. How anyone plans to run through that mud is beyond me." She grins slightly, "Though I'll try. Looks like fun."

Miandrin comes down the wide avenue that leads to the gate, entering from the south.

Miandrin walks in, her spirits high in the Feast. Walking over to those present, she asks "Is this where the mud-race is going to be?"

Nodding at Adelina's reply, Linden moves more closely to her, whispering something to the cloaked woman.

A young women who appears to be in charge of this, by the name of Rayne to anyone who knows her, calls out, "It sure is!"

Miandrin smiles towards Rayne. "How long until it begins?"

Straightening from Adelina's side with a wry grin, Linden looks around with a bemused expression, watching the area fill with people anxious to race.

Rayne smiles, "Just a few minutes, everything has to get totally ready first."

Adelina smiles at Linden, "I just might... though of course there are more... fun events one could do with a handsome man like yourself on her arm." She gives a flirtatious wink.

Relovic comes down the street from the cheapside quarter of the foregate.

Linden shakes his head, "You /have/ been enjoying yourself, haven't you!" he exclaims eyes sparkling in amusement. A slight shrug of his shoulders settles the cloak around his frame as he turns, catching glimpse of Lord Voraneth. Nodding politely to Relovic, Linden turns back towards Adelina, "In weather like this I can see why they decided to have a mud-race." he quips.

The men and women continue to get the muddy raceway ready. The one in charge, who isn't wearing a top at all, is shouting at one of the men, "Make sure all those rocks are gone. I don't want any stubbed toes."

Dariena comes down the wide avenue that leads to the gate, entering from the south.

Dariena sways out of the gate, coyly winking at a youngish guard as she passes.

Tomar comes down the wide avenue that leads to the gate, entering from the south.

Relovic smiles and nods to Linden when he sees him and he wanders around, watching to see what is about to take place.

Tomar is leading a horse by it's reigns and has just arrived past the sun gates. He looks rather travel weary, but from his dress he is accustom to such ventures. He glances around him.

Adelina blinks and looks up at the constant drizzle. "Hmm. I hadn't even noticed." She yells out with drunken impatience, "So when is the race starting!?"

Relovic smiles charmingly at the many women around and makes his way to purchase another wineskin since he has just drained his other. He perks up some on hearing of a race.

Dariena stops as she exits the gate and looks up at the young man as he rides past her. Putting her hands on her hips, she considers saying something to him before continuing toward the other revelers.

Linden blinks, startled by Adelina's sudden exclamation, "Peace, Del," he chides, "I'm sure you can find sufficient distraction until the race begins." he provides, smiling knowingly while he nods towards a bare-chested bull of a man as he passes with eyes fixed firmly on Adelina's cloak...or perhaps /through/ her cloak more exactly.

Adelina gives a small drunken smile to the bull chested man, but moves closer to Linden for some reason. She glances around and sees a familiar face in the crowds, Tomar. She puts an arm up in the air, pushing her cloak aside and bring more of what is under into view. She yells out as she waves happily, like a child seeing her bestfriend from afar, "Tomar!"

Tomar continues to lead his horse at a leisurely pace and nods politely to the people that look his way. He says 'excuse me' quite a few times, a testament of his polite character and smiles softly.

Tomar blinks as he hears his name being called out and glances around to find them. He doesn't seem to have any luck at the moment, due to the large number of people gathered here and looks around slightly confused.

Dariena offers no such courtesy, instead pouting as no one looks her way in light of the conspicuous presence of the drunken noblewoman. She adjusts her dress, allowing for a quick view of a hidden bosom before resettling her clothing: to the delight of a sneering older gentleman in a streetcorner and some quick glances of other young men, but to less than enough notice as far as she is concerned.

Tomar adjusts his hat slightly as the drizzle is obscuring his vision a tad. He smiles back to Dariena who looks in his direction, thinking that perhaps she called his name.

Linden chuckles softly at Adelina's behavior, turning towards the source of the lady's excitement. People throng more thickly about the two now, on occasion closing so quickly Linden's hand twitches towards his belt, grasping for a weapon no longer there.

Dariena ignores the man on the horse now, having contented herself with moving on. She looks beyond the stages of early drunkenness, going past happy inebriation into woeful self-pity.

Adelina pouts pathetically as she is not noticed, and turns to Linden, putting her hand down, allowing the cloak to fall back into place.

Rayne, the woman in charge of the mud races calls out, "All right. Everyone who is involved in the race step on up." She calls out as a reminder, "Women only, please."

Tomar shrugs as he sees Dariena move off, obviously not the person who called his name. He glances around, still confused as to who is calling him and wonders if he is just hearing things. He leads his horse by the reigns through the streets.

Relovic stumbles over something on the ground, or maybe it is just the drink. Trying to steady himself he reaches out behind himself, grain for anything so he can regain his balance. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, he ends up grabbing Dariena, somewhere, dragging her into him.

Once again, the young unaccompanied woman adjusts her clothing, righting an unapparent misplacing before looking around. As she begins to adjust her clothing, Relovic gropes her, to which she looks down at him stunned, unsure whether to be pleased or outraged: her silvery sweet voice erupts, "How dare you? Guards!"

Miandrin just stands, taking in the grand sights of the City in the Feast and patiently waits for the race to start.

Tomar stops his horse as he sees there is a race about to start.

Adelina jumps up slightly at hear the race is about to start. She unclasps her cloak and pulls it off, saying she can't run with it. Then she starts over toward the race, only wearing skirts. What a sight of noble born, no?

Relovic quickly rights himself and turns to see who he had inadvertently grabbed. Noticing her outrage he apologizes, "My sincere apologies Lady, I did not mean to assault you in any manner." He straightens up and gives a bow, not even a mocking one at that.

Dariena shakes off his apologies, grabbing his shirt and pulling him toward her, "I didn't say you had to stop though." She kisses him full on the lips before shrugging him off and making her way toward the race.

Tomar watches the races and glances around still, wondering how could have called his name?

Linden's attention swivels to Adelina's retreating (half-naked?!?) figure, silent, strangled noises sounding from his apoplectic expression.

Tomar puts his hands in his pockets and blinks as he thinks he sees a women that he knows...Adelina heading towards the mud races??

Tomar shakes his head and blinks again, rubbing at his eyes.

Adelina stumbles a little and is helped into balance by a man who is only staring at her... upper body. She gives him a thanks and a wink an continues toward the starting line.

Relovic smiles and gives a short laugh after he has been kissed. He follows Dareina a moment but lets her go towards the race. Taking up a good position he waits for it to begin.

Tomar gasps, and yells out. "Adel!", he waves his arms frantically hoping to catch her attention. "Adel!!"

Miandrin runs over as she sees the race is about to start as well, smiling at her future contestants in something Tairens are good at - making their way through mud.

Marika comes down the wide avenue that leads to the gate, entering from the south.

Adelina stops and turns around, smiling hugely and waving with both hands, "Tomar! I'll talk with you after the race!" She's too drunk to be nervous about her unclothed state.

Dariena leaps into the race, far behind the other competitors as she was distracted previously. Her skirts do not aid in her progress either, and tempted as she is to shirk them off, she struggles through the mud anyway, sullying her fine garments till even the milky-white skin of her navel is smattered in mud.

As Adelina stops, Dariena struggles past her, still behind several others, but a few paces in front of her.

Tomar smiles and then realizes that Adel is almost half-naked. He blushes a bit and raises his eyebrow slightly, but just yells back. "Okay...good luck Adel!"

Relovic chuckles as he sees another noblewomen he might recognize waving in a halfclotherd state.

The Atha'an Miere named Marika gapes at the cavorting people.

Tomar watches with amusement as the women race through the mud. He shakes his head a bit at the festive display, but can't help keeping his eye on Adelina and cheering her on.

Marika heads east down the winding streets, towards the cheapside quarter of the foregate.

The person in charge gives the running women a funny look then turns to the others, waiting till they are all in line.

Catching the Sea Folk's astonished stare Linden erupts with laughter, "Light, the way she stares you'd think the women on their ships weren't half-naked all the time!" his quip send the surrounding revelers into gales of laughter, even though the vast majority have no idea what Linden's talking about.

Dariena stumbles in a divot in the ground, falling head first into the mud before getting up, her face covered before she wipes it off. "It hasn't even begun yet," she frowns, shooting an absolutely venomous glance at Adelina.

Adelina steps up to the line, her feet sinking in the mud. She lifts them back out with difficulty, due to the suction effect. She gives a look at the woman frowning at her and smiles jokingly, not saying anything.

Relovic laughs merrily at Dariena's predicament. He takes another good gulp of his wineskin and waits for the race to begin, his eyes taking all the contestants with a charming smile on his lips.

Despite being masked in mud, Dariena pouts cutely as she squishes her way back to the starting line, her dress pasted to the contours of her body, revealing every curve.

Tomar waves at Adelina and gives her a wink, and a thumbs up. He can't help but grin boyishly and laugh at as the crowd gathers in anticipation for the event of half-naked women.

Nobreon comes down the street from the cheapside quarter of the foregate.

Nobreon enters the area carrying a skin of wine, he appears steady on his feet, but its obvious he has been enjoying himself.

Relovic is watching the semiclothed women who are about to start what looks to be a race through the mud. He notices Nobreon and waves him over with a wineskin still in hand.

Rayne looks at all those in the line and raises her hand, holding a bright yellow flag on it. A man stands at the end of the race way with another flag. The race way is 60 feet long and the mud is an ankle deep. After a moment she lowers the flag and the race is on!

Moving with practiced ease Linden gains a vantage from which he has a view of the contestants and the field. Calm again after momentary shock at Adelina's abandon surprise has settled in studied consideration.

Nobreon nods to Relovic and makes his way over to join him, while keeping an eye on the women racing.

Miandrin jumps into motion, her feet making slouching sounds as she stirs forward at quite good speed.

Dariena bursts onto the muddy field only to be sucked into a pit of mud in which she sinks to the waist, her dress floating up off her hips, as she tries to remove herself from it.

Relovic seems to have forgotten about Nobreon and his attention is once again on the race which is finally under way. Smiling and laughing he cheers on all of them or whoever seems to be in the lead at the time.

It takes a moment for the mostly drunk Adelina to get into the mode of the race. She picks up her skirts and starts to run, only to trip after a few feet and fall on her face. She picks herself up, hair falling out of it's coifed state, face covered with mud. She starts off again without even wiping her face off.

Tomar slaps his forehead and winces as he sees Adelina fall. He cheers her on though and waves an arm towards her. "Go Adelina! Run like the wind!!", he starts to get into the spirit of the race.

Nobreon cheers on all the women in general, showing no particular favorite.

Miandrin suddenly trips, sending her flying with a half scream that is cut off as she falls flat face into the mud. She gets up, face dripping with the gray mud as she stumbles into motion again.

One crazy girl takes off her skirt all together and runs it naked. Many of the men start cheering that one on.

Dariena squirms in the mud pit, howling after the other women, "Stop, by the light you nags, stop you..." wiggling about she finds a firm spot to stand on and rises, though her skirts are stuck at her waist, though she is too drunk to notice she is standing half-exposed (for all that's worth as she is fully covered in mud) She looks at the other participants and howls, "Get back here you..."

Linden shakes in silent laughter, tears forming at the sight of the struggling women.

Adelina doesn't seem to be hearing any of it. She laughing like a child and running with glee. She falls again, picks herself up. Her entire body is covered in mud now. She runs right into someone who is having problems because she can't see.

Relovic takes another gulp from his wineskin and cheers with renewed vigor.

Tomar laughs at the plight of the women, he continues to cheer on Adelina and glances around at the crowd on occasion.

Miandrin stumbles yet again, this time in someone who tripped just before her, and this time manages to flip half around, falling into the mud on her side.

Dariena steps out of the mudpit, ripping her skirt off the rest of the way, exposing white skin only where the dress had once covered. In earnest she presses on to catch up with the pack, her efforts not unrewarded as she passes some of the more-drunk participants though she cannot quite catch the leaders.

Nobreon drinks from his skin before cheering the women on again.

The girl Adel ran into moves to punch the noble woman, yelling angrily. This woman is more drunk then Adel is. The woman misses and falls on her face. Adel continues to stumble forward, as if she doesn't really know that anything had happened at all. She does take the time to wipe the mud away from her eyes though.

Miandrin doesn't get up, but laughs merrily as she flips on her back, struggling to get up.

Before long, even the white skin where Dariena's dress was once plastered becomes spattered with mud as she trudges toward the leaders, approaching quicker than usual as those involved in the crowd fall down and haggle with each other.

Betting starts to occur amidst the assembled observers as the race progresses, copper silver and even gold flying back and forth between nobles and commoners.

Miandrin finally gets up from the mud, still sporting enough to run after the rest of the women, now a good distance ahead of her.

Still smiling at the show, Linden adds a few coins to the mix in good fun, yelling encouragement as the trailers continue to struggle gamely onwards.

Unclothed, Dariena's stride is unmatched by most of the others as she comes to within a pace of Adelina, falling down to grasp at her heel and drag her to the ground.

Adelina is dragged to the ground, though its more like she trips. She yells out as her face is buried in the mud. Likely she has a mouth full of mud now. The commoners must be so sad for her. Heh.

Dariena emerges from the mud, the last parts of her body which remained unsullied are now clothed in grime. Sitting on her knees, she pushes at her adversary, shoving her back further into the mud to keep her from getting up.

Linden hurrahs! loudly at the efforts of the contestants.

Miandrin reaches the rest of the group, giving a girl her age a shoves she passes.

Adelina is now almost totally invisible under the mud, but being drunk gives women a fighting force. Plus she can't breath. She starts to kick backward at the person holding her down, trying to hit anywhere. Her hands are working to push herself out of the mud as well.

Nobreon cheers louder now for the contestants as all the action occurs.

Tomar blinks and yells out. "Hey that isn't fair!!", he points to Adelina and the women she is struggling with. "That's cheating!!"

Dariena does not relent but for the instant she takes to regain her feet, pressing a foot into the back of her opponent, though the struggling woman unsettles her from her perch and she is sent tripping back into the mud herself, her hair splaying out in it as her eyes look up into the sky while she tumbles.

Relovic waves his now empty wineskin and cheers vigorously at all the action taking place.

Adelina finally lifts her face out of the mud with a gasp and a cough. She turns to see who pushed her down, wiping the mud away from her eyes. She is not happy.

The men in the crowd are really liking this. Half naked women fighting in mud. What's not to like?

Nobreon takes another pull from the skin and cheers the women on louder.

Dariena kicks at air as she tries to gain a footing. Instead of lifting herself however all she does is send chunks of mud flying in all directions, some flying so far as the front lines of the surrounding crowds.

Linden begins to make his way towards the end of the track, moving quickly through the crowd.

Adelina growls and springs at the woman who tripped her, the sounds of an angry battle cry in her voice. Her fingers are clawed and her hair is totally down around her shoulders, laced in mud, as is her entire body.

Tomar watches the display before him with some trepidation. He shakes his head and looks very concerned at the moment.

Dariena shrieks violently at the other woman who bursts upon her, the smack of muddy skin slapping against muddy skin loud enough to be heard many paces away, "You bitch," she yells, grabbing at the others hair and trying to claw her way up.

Relovic stops cheering as much as the race seems to become more of a fight. He takes a sip on his wineskin but finds it empty. Denied his wine he watches the race/fight instead.

Adelina flinches as she gets a few scratches on her arm, and a nice pull on her hair. She throws all her weight onto the woman, trying to get her down into the mud.

Besides the two competitors wrestling near the finish line, most of the other participants lie in giggling heaps of mud, less worried about the race than how they are going to get all his mud out of their hair.

Nobreon notices Relovic's empty skin and extends his to the man.

Relovic accepts Nobreon's skin with a smile and takes a gulp before handing it back to him.

Dariena huffs a heavy breath of air as the woman puts all her weight on her, and flecks out her nails and hands recklessly grabbing at whatever she may her only grip coming upon the other woman's remaining clothes which rips as she tries to hold on and push her away at the same time.

Reaching the end of the track, Linden looks down at the struggling pair, recognizing Adelina after a minute, "Bloody Light, Adelina! What /are/ you doing?!?!" he asks in amused shock.

Adelina's skirt is wripped off totally and new scratches appear on her legs and hips. She balls her fist and punches at the woman just like her brother had taught her to. She doesn't seem to hear Linden, but with all the mud in her ears that isn't a surprise.

Tomar cheers as Adelina fights back and yells. "Way to go!"

Nobreon frowns as things degrade to a fist fight. He quickly starts making his way over to it.

As the punch connects with her chin, Dariena begins to cry, but it does not convince her to give up. Rather, she intensifies her desire to overcome Adelina even as a bruise begins to appear where she was hit. She withdraws one flailing arm to squeeze an elbow into the others gut, trying to knock the wind from her.

Relovic hrms as the fighting gets more violent and he decides to make his way over to help the woman he had inadvertently groped.

Adelina does indeed get the wind knocked out of her, and she starts to roll toward the finish line, pulling the other women with her.

Linden grabs a nearby attendant, "Light, fool, get in there and break those two up! Do it!!" he adds commandingly, stern gaze forcing the man into action.

Nobreon reaches the finish line and stands there for a minute, deciding if he wants to enter the mud.

Dariena cannot help rolling with the other woman who is clutched against her, though she frantically tries to free herself as they topple end over end toward the prize.

Tomar blinks as he realizes that this fist fight is turning really ugly. "By the light!", he doesn't even bother thinking and wades into the mud himself.

Relovic, now close to the struggling pair, steps into the mud and strides towards them intending to help out. He doesn't make it too far in his drunken state and ends up falling down a pace or so away from them.

Rayne blinks from where she was making out with a stander-by. "It's out of my hands now. It's up to him to do that." She points at the man near the finish line with the flag who is watching.

Adelina rolls, completely naked now with her skirt having been ripped off. In fact... she rolls right over the finish line! The other woman is pulled right behind her but it is obvious that Adel got over first. By a hair.

Dariena continues to struggle though the reason for it has faded. Her eyes are blinded by caked mud and the daze which has overtaken her now that adrenaline energy is passing.

Adelina coughs and stops attacking the woman as the man with the flag yells out, "And we have a winner!" He walks over to offer a hand to the mud covered naked noble woman. She doesn't seem to notice it yet.

Relovic regains his feet and makes the last few steps to Dariena and Adel. Reaching down he touches Dariena on the arm and says, "Would you care for some help milady."

Tomar manages to finally get over to the finish line by Adel and Dariena. He is mud caked and rather unimpressed at the whole thing. But finds himself staring at Adel a little too long. He blushes and shakes his head. "Oh boy..."

Dariena shrinks away from the man's offer, before she regains herself, and though obviously embarrassed by her state of undress, she pushes herself up alone, and stands, clothed only in mud.

Tomar takes his jacket off and hands it over to Adel. "I think you better put this on milady.", he looks away from Adel now and says. "Please put this on..."

Linden, shaking with repressed mirth, extends a hand down to Adelina, "A hand, milady?" he inquires formally.

Relovic takes off his coat and offers it to Dariena, "Maybe you would care for some covering..."

Nobreon smiles at Adelina. "Congratulations. Need a hand?"

Adelina coughs a few more times and notices Tomar.. and Linden, and the man with the flag. She looks from one to the next, blinking slightly, only white showing being her eyes and teeth, and a few places where there are breaks in the mud. She reaches to take the coat from Tomar, then looks at all the offered hands... eventually she reaches out to take Linden's hand, muttering a horse, "Thanks..." She's obviously a little winded from the fight, and the race.

Tomar glances around at the men offering to help Adel. He nods to Adel politely and is still blushing. He mutters, "Congratulations Adel...", and then stands there awkwardly. He doesn't really know what else to say at this moment.

Adelina finally pulls the coat around herself, only covering her lower half though. This is a feast after all.

Dariena looks at the coat, her green eyes uncertain. Shivering, she reluctantly takes the coat, ripping it from the kind gentleman's hands before he can retract the offer. In an instant she has thrown it around her shoulders and holds it tightly to her bosom, the length of it covering her to mid-thigh.

Helping Adelina from the mud, Linden smoothly slips Tomar's cloak around the lady's mud-covered body, protecting her from any further...display.

Nobreon steps back from Adelina. "Congratulations again Adelina."

Adelina pulls the cloak close around herself because she's starting to realize that the mud is cold. "Uh. Congratulations?"

The man in charge grins and says, in a dramatic voice, "You young lady, have won the race!"

"Oh." is all she says.

Relovic smiles charmingly at Dariena, "It was a valiant effort you gave."

Dariena pouts at the "Congratulations" being given to the other woman. then lifts the hand which does not hold Relovic's cloak about her to swipe some mud from her face, casting the ick to the ground.

Dariena answers Relovics attempts at comfort with a growl, "A valiant effort, that.. that woman " she sniffs.

Tugging at Adelina's arm, Linden tries to extract her from the course and away from the crowds, "Well done, although why in the Light you'd /want/ to do that..." he adds wryly, chafing her arms as he notices her chill.

Tomar raises an eyebrow just slightly and crosses his arms. He smirks just a bit. "If I had known that the feast of lights was like this...I might have thought twice before coming you know?"

Adelina looks at the young woman and then asks the man, "What was the prize anyway?"

"Porcelain slippers from the Sea Folk Ilses..."

Adelina nods, "Of course. I think she deserves them. I think she won, not I." The chill, and the fight must have either sobered her up, or made her insane.

Nobreon looks over at Adelina curiously, and watches her be led away.

Relovic is about to say some more comforting words when he hears what Adel suggests. He waits to see what Dariena's reaction will be.

Dariena frowns even more at Adelina's prodding, squeezing the fabric of the coat so tightly her knuckles are whitening, even with the mud caked on them.

Adelina shrugs at the odd reaction and leans close to Linden, "It was a good race... she should get a prize too at least. How about she gets one and I get one?" She smiles at Tomar, "If I'd have know that I surely would not have told you. I am glad you are here."

Linden leans closely to Adelina to whisper quietly.

Tomar smiles softly at Adelina's comment and chuckles. "No doubt milady. I'm glad to be here too. I was hoping to bump into you, but I didn't think it would be like this."

Despite the graceful way in which Adelina is handling her victory or perhaps because of it, Dariena's face is reddening where she has cleared it, her anger nearing a boiling point as she tries to restrain herself. Instead of attacking the other again, however, she steps back into the mud, muttering quite loudly, "Where did my dress go?"

The men laugh at all this. One even yells, point at the mud, "I think it's in there."

Nobreon turns away from Adelina on Dariena's comment. "Umm, I'm afraid it's ruined. Could I buy you one to replace it?"

Relovic chuckles very softly and gestures further back along the track, "I believe it is down there. Would you care for some assistance?"

Miri comes down the wide avenue that leads to the gate, entering from the south.

Adelina leans against Linden somemore, shivering at the cold mud, "Uh..." She looks over at the young woman, "I am Adelina Tiigril." She gives no title, this is the Feast after all. "And who are you?" She's trying to make friends.

Dariena glares at the offers of the men, "I'm not so drunk as to..." she doesn't continue what she might have said however as one of the giggling women still rolling around in the mud yelps as she steps on the others toe.

Dariena huffs, but tries to be polite, though with the short distance she needs to yell to be heard, "I am Dariena of House Sakarth, my father owns a porcelain shop thank you very much."

Miri seems quite distressed at the scene, but she stays out of the way, commenting not the slightest.

Relovic ahs and says to Dariena, "Then maybe I could buy you a more suitable prize if you'd like." He gives a warm smile to her.

Adelina laughs softly, "Then how about a new dress, or a glass of wine? I feel the need to repay you after that... brush I gave you." She moves closer to Linden still shivering.

Tomar coughs and says, "I better get going...It was nice to see you again milady Adelina. I will be in town for a few more days...perhaps we shall meet again?"

Adelina smiles and waves at Tomar, "Just a minute..." She breaks away from Linden and goes over to Tomar, "You know one of the rules of the Feast is that any woman may kiss any man she wishes..." She winks slightly, though she is still covered in mud.

Linden smiles at Dariena's distress, tugging at Tomar's cloak wrapped around Adelina's shoulders, "Perhaps we could meet at a nearby Inn and celebrate the success of the event?" he ventures, "I think maybe the contestants should have some time to collect themselves." he adds with a significant glance at the women's state of filth.

Dariena finally gives a pleasant response to Relovic, "A new dress might be nice, yes, what do you think would look nice on me? I have always favored reds." As Adelina offers some repayal she remembers the fist in her face and touches her chin. The woman she so recently stepped on decides to use her for an anchor to get up and nearly drags the pair of them down. "I think I may have given you the worst of it."

Relovic smiles more broadly at finally getting a good response, "Then I shall get you the finest red dress you desire." He makes a move to help steady her so she does not go back into the mud. Chuckling he adds, "It might look better on you after you have cleaned a bit."

Tomar smiles at Adelina's slyness and shakes his head, laughing softly. He blushes a bit. "Milady...I did not know that custom.", he steps closer to Adelina and puts his arms around her, getting mud all over and gives her a gentle kiss on the lips.

Adelina chuckles at the mud getting all over Tomar, then pulls back, muttering, "This is my favorite holiday already." She giggles and turns away going back over to Linden.

Dariena tries to steal some of Adelina's glory by pulling Relovic closer, "I think the second place contestant should get the same opportunity, what do you think?"

Tomar is caked in mood and taking one last look at Adelina, he turns and disappears into the crowd.

Tomar heads down the wide avenue leading south towards the northern city gate.

"I agree." he replies and steps in for the kiss, getting mud over himself as well.

Adelina looks up at Linden, going to steal the glory back. She gets a pouty look on her face, "Linden... you've been so kind to me."

Dariena participates in the kiss a bit more feverishly than Adelina, obviously seeking any and all attention that she may find. Noting that no one is watching in particular, she pulls away from the kiss, looking at the crowd, her hand still on Relovics.

Miri tsktsks.

Relovic announces out loud to Dariena, "My name is Relovic Voraneth by the way." A few heads turn recognizing the name.

Dariena gasps as she returns her attentions to Relovic, and immediately drops into a curtsey, her hands falling to her sides and revealing what she had worked so hard to hide, "Your grace," she lowers her head, silently.

Chuckling, Linden grasps Adelina's chin in a soft grip, turning her face upwards towards his. "Indeed I have, Adelina," he agrees with a wry grin, leaning down to plant a chaste, light, and hopefully relatively mud-free kiss on her lips before straightening, "Perhaps we should retire for an hour while the women clean up? We could gather at an Inn to celebrate further, if you all are amenable." he suggests, again.

Miri says "Shall I lay out the gold leafed dress, Majesty?"

Adelina gives a look an Miri, "Just Adelina during the Feast Miri..." She sounds slightly annoyed after getting bothered after a kiss. "And just lay out the... red one. Just the skirts though. And the cloak that goes with it." Then she turns back to Linden, "I would, love, but I think I need to retire for the night... I'm getting a little... tired."

Dariena 's eyes boggle at the assembled nobles, her own minor nobility paling in light of all the others assembled, her curtsey is even deeper now, and she seems to care little that it leaves nearly all of her naked body uncovered.

Relovic waves his hand, "Now stop that. None of that matters during the feast." He takes his hands and closes the coat. Since you had been trying to be modest before he respects that wish. Please, you need not do that."

Miri frowns. "If her Majesty wishes.

Dariena stands in a dazed manner, suddenly remembering that it is indeed the feast. To cover she says, "Oh," rather giddily, "I forgot," and she re-clasps the coat back to her bosom.

Linden laughs, "I thought you said you didn't tire easily." As his mirth subsides to a chuckle Linden ventures, "Would milady require an escort?"

Miri says "All of the dress this time, M...."

Relovic gives a charming smile at Dariena, "Would you care for an escort to somewhere you could clean up?"

Some of the nobles in the crowd (NPCs) who are in the running for the Throne, eye Adelina and her maid a little more than usual.

Adelina sighs, "Alright, the whole thing then Miri."

Nobreon shakes his head in mirth at the happenings. Turning to look at Linden. "Which inn do you suggest?"

Miri smiles. She clearly is not comfortable with this.. display of flesh, forgoing it herself.

Miri whispers to one of her fellow maids among the crowd, who scurries off.

Dariena thinks for a moment, then remembers herself. "I don't think I want to go back to my father's house like this, do you think? A High Lord like yourself must have a bath I would think? Light but I could use a bath right now." her free hand flips a mud-weighted curl from her face as she sighs.

Miri says "A pity they do not have the custom of bath houses here, Maj.. Milady. You could clean and continue the conversation if one was to be had."

Adelina draws away from Linden, "I should be retiring... enjoy yourself at the Inn though.

Relovic nods smiling and offers his arm to Dariena, "It would be my pleasure to offer the services of my house to you."

Dariena stands there looking at the arm for a few moments as she pushes her own through the massive sleeves of the coat and buttons several of the buttons on it so that it does not fall off her. After contenting herself with her state of dress she takes the offered arm and smiles coyly, "Lead on."

Relovic leads the way out of the mud pit and begins weaving through the crowd.

Miri says "The Bath awaits, Malady"

Adelina nods, "In a moment Miri..." Adel looks towards Nobreon, "I don't see your lady-love anywhere... and you look rather lonely. How about a good night kiss before I retire?" She's drunk. Oh yeah. It's obvious again.

Nobreon chuckles softly to himself. "If you wish." However, he does quickly make his way over to her.

Dariena clasps onto Relics arm, bright eyes studying his face as he leads her onward, uncertainty melting with curiosity and being influenced by inebriation.

Adelina smiles and looks up at Nobreon, placing a mud filled hand on his cheek as she leans up to give him a soft, gentle kiss. It is obvious this was a joke to get mud on the spotlessly clean lord. But she gives him the kiss too.

Miri ahems.

Relovic heads east down the winding streets, towards the cheapside quarter of the foregate.

Nobreon leans in and gives Adelina a bit more of a kiss than she bargained) for.

Dariena heads east down the winding streets, towards the cheapside quarter of the foregate.

Miri says "Majesty"

Adelina pulls back after a minute, blinking, then giggles and moves the other hand into Nobreon's hair, getting the mud in his hair too. Then she takes her hands back and looks at Miri, "I know I know.. bath. retire.. get warm. Sleep. Sober up." She adds with a giggle, "You sound like Mistress Karla."

Nobreon turns and heads off in a direction by himself, whistling softly to himself.

Miri says "If you did not wish my dutiful service, Majesty, you should have not brought me from my home."

Nodding in agreement with Miri, "It is getting late, Adelina." he advises, "It wouldn't do to catch a chill from this rain and such."

Adelina sighs slightly and smiles at Linden, "I'll see you later, Linden." She starts to move toward Miri, pulling the coat tight around her.

Nobreon heads down the wide avenue leading south towards the northern city gate.

Miri says "This is a shameful custom."

Adelina gives Miri a look, "Well'll discuss this back at the House..." She starts toward the road to the house now.