Summer's Eve Ball Log, part 3
Flora has arrived.
The orchestra sheds none of its exuberance, favoring a melange of heady candor and swift pace that now and again drifts into a sultry twang of strings most admirable.
Winter manages to keep up with Dirk. Her gait bouncing easily to the music, even as it shifts and changes.
Celeste flutters lashes at Baldric, "Charming indeed." she grins to the others, "Aren't we fortunate? This is a rare treat." She grins impishly, "And I assure you that isn't at all biased by the fact he brought me a present."
"Ah," Tessa responds, nodding. "I understand." The woman's shoulders rise and fall, as if it is of no concern as her dark eyes shift to inspect the orchestra. "Lovely music. Did I miss the hostess' speech?"
Dirk bounces Winter around like she is a bottle of soda primed to explode in someone's face. He is happily having a good time with her.
Gino has arrived.
Taleyn laughs afresh. "I love it! Someone throws a party and *you* get a present!" she teases Celeste good-naturedly.
Melina hms 'perhaps some men just can't be bothered with the formalities of court or the flights of fancy as seem to be conjured here
Baldric pshes as he waves a hand dismissively. "And I keep her busy too. That reminds me Celeste. You might want to keep a bed available."
The strings sing into the moonlit night with fervent ardor, brassy notes keeping up the breathy speed of the dance that inspires ample swirling.
Celeste winks at Taleyn, "And when I get hurt, I had a fair hoard last time." She looks to Baldric and looks puzzled and then troubled, that glimmer in her slate eyes extinguishing. She leans over and murmurs something to him.
Izett smiles and tilts her head considering Melina's words, "Perhaps, though I am not the sort to sit about waiting for some man to walk when I myself am capable of not only walking, but running." she states casually glancing to Tessa, "Not that I am aware of."
Baldric chuckles in response to something Celeste whispers to him, and whispers his response.
Heads turn and a low murmur ripples throughout the crowd as the next couple enters the Ball. Princess Florimel herself, properly enchanting, as if the sun were indeed rising in the garden this evening. And her escort wears the uniform of the Hounds, one of the Palace's finest. Her fingers rest quite comfortably upon his arm, blue eyes casting about with smiles and nods spread liberally to those she knows.
Celeste exhales softly and inclines her head simply, looking around for another drink urgently.
The music pales into reverent peal in cadence with Princess Florimels entrance.
Taleyn gasps involuntarily as Flora enters the rooftop gardens. She smiles at the vision before her.
Winter laughs lightly and easily as she is bounced around on the dance floor. Silk skirts sweeping around her. When the music stops so do Dirk and Winter. Her gaze goes towards the entrance and she lowers her gaze though a warm smile graces her features.
Tessa turns toward the door as the murmuring makes it to her corner of the garden, brows lifting at the Princess before her own eyes drop to her bosom. In shame? Who knows. Then her gaze rolls to the ceiling helplessly. "So, how have you two been?" She turns back to her two conversation partners.
Hounds uniform or no, a hand is help behind the blond hounds back as he escorts the Princess into the ball proper, a smile plays at the corners of the young man’s face as he shows the Princess a single closed rose bud. As the lights of the Garden touch the bud it opens to full bloom a muti-colored blossom "A rose for the Rose of Amber" Gino says softly.
Dirk stops dancing and looks like he has done something wrong as he watches Florimel's entrance into the ball. He is very still and quiet.
Izett turns toward Flora as all eyes in the room turn toward the woman. A warm smile alighting her features as she offers a respectful curtsey before looking back toward Tessa, "Doing very well thank you..and you?"
Taleyn curtseys deeply to their hostess.
Celeste likewise dips into a curtsey to Flora but uses the distraction to quietly retreat.
From the niche nearest the dance floor, beside the mossy green Bianca and Vivrie are arm-in-arm, both bowed in an ornate medley of pooling skirts.
Melina likewise looks to Princess Flora as she enters, true admiration in her gaze as she watches and her gaze roams around the room to find Celeste
Rilia has arrived.
Winter curtsies deeply even as she still stands upon the dance floor with Dirk.
Taleyn, after offering a pleasantry and a thanks to Flora for hosting, again withdraws to the dance floor with Rajiv to test the musicians' stamina.
Dirk performs a proper bow as he stands next to Winter.
Taleyn has left.
Celeste retreats only so far as it takes her to retrieve a glass of bubbly.
Flora acknowledges the curtsies with proper nodding as they come. Her eyes brighten at the rose, then, and she gives her escort a soft laugh, accepting it in exchange for a fond kiss upon the cheek. "Thank you so much, Gino." The (unthorned) rose stem is thrust through her hair arrangement with seemingly casual aplomb, and yet it settles into -just- the right spot for highlights. "Don't be shy about checking your boots, dear. It will do you good to feel the grass between your toes." And with that she guides him over to check her own sandals.
Rajiv has left.
Celeste meanders with her glass over towards Bianca, quiet and unobtrusive.
Celeste forms a cluster with Bianca.
Gino walks with Flora to the place where boots are checked and slides off the polished riding boots. "Of course your Highness" he says in a formal tone, then gestures to the dance floor, "would you dance Mother? or greet your guests?"
"I have been well," Tessa responds, "It has been a difficult week for work, but that goes for any of Amber's servants. How is Lyonesse faring? Well, last I had heard. I /did/ actually want to speak with you about your effort with the children."
Dirk talks to Winter and smiles.
Melina turns back then to her companions "I thank you for your company. I'm glad I came, but I ought be getting back before I'm missed"
Flora slips off her sandals as well, checking them before turning to her son. "Oh, I don't want to keep you, of course. Go and mingle, but just promise you'll dance with your mother before retiring for the evening." And with that, she kisses Gino's cheek again.
Melina has left.
Gino smiles and kisses Flora's hand "Not the Unicorn herself could keep me from a dance with you Mother, barefoot or no"
Izett nods her head gently to Melina, "Rest well, M'lady" she offers to Melina before looking back to Tessa, "One of my favorite topics. I simply cannot wait till we bring over the large shipment."
Winter giggles at something Dirk says.
Celeste's slate eyes scan the crowd as she settles beside Bianca.
Tessa forms a cluster with Izett.
Bianca glances around, bemused and with a fresh glass of mottled wine in hand smiles obliquely to Celeste. Vivrie departed, vanishing in a flurry of silks behind a mirrored screen.
Rilia finally enters the scene, her emerald gaze darting about as she searches for a certain someone. She herself is bedecked like a jewel, amethyst and white adorning her frame. The fitted bodice hugs her frame, accentuated her hour-glass figure. Upon the jeweled fabric, white rose embroidery and glistening, sparkling beads vie for attention, making her shimmer like a star. The intricate head piece almost looks woven through her hair, silver glittering among the hair that shines with its own natural reddish-gold highlights. She smiles to those she sees, offers a curtsy, then that smile brightens as her gaze finally comes to rest upon the person she seeks - Gino. Ah, but he has been claimed for the moment and Rilia will not deny Flora a chance to dance with her son. So she moves about, taking in the beauty that is the garden and enjoying the atmosphere.
Nisha has left.
Winter laughs lightly and cheerfully at Dirk. The sound carrying like music itself.
Dirk joins Winter in her light and cheerful laughter.
Tessa scratches at her cheek, leaning and conversing in low tones with Izett.
Izett smiles warmly, her green eyed gaze soft as she nods gently looking up at Tessa as the two speak softly amongst themselves.
The hound officer makes his rounds checking the honor guard is situated to his liking. Nods are offered to those he knows but his path takes him closer to Rilia by the moment. His bare feet navigating the edge of the moss covered dance floor.
A throaty beat of drums rambles forth from the sheltered orchestra, drowning out the dissonance of the performances occurring on stages farther from the space so favored by the royals. A faint tambourine and jangle of tribal ornament suggest a dancer performs somewhere behind a silken screen.
"Them, and their new loving parents, I hope." Tessa responds, "I will keep in touch, Lady Izett, I am fond of the children of New Lyonesse. They may be poor in material, but most are wealthy in spirit." She reaches over to clap the woman's shoulder, before turning and heading to one of the forest creatures; or at least, the musicians who are masquerading as such.
Celeste flicks puzzled glances towards Bianca as they chat.
Flora moves from the sandal check, wiggling bare toes with delightfully green nails. Petalled hips swaying, the princess begins to make her way through the crowd to greet her guests. A knowing eye is cast at some of the new arrivals, a small smile touching her lips.
Izett smiles warmly and nods to Tessa as she clasps her shoulder, "All will remember. Thank you, Miss Tessa" she replies fondly with that warm smile reaching her eyes.
Rilia has turned away from where Gino had been conversing with her mother, her attention wandering, so she does not see Gino's attempt to draw closer to her. She herself draws closer to those who are playing, providing the music. Her purse dangles from her wrist and sways gently with her movements, her eyes resting upon the musicians, head tilting and a smile playing over her lips as she enjoys it.
Midway through a greeting, Florimel blinks and her brow furrows. "Won't you please excuse me for a moment..."
The candor of drums commences an ascending pattern of percussion bordering on tribal.
Celeste 's gaze shifts from Bianca to Flora, watching the princess attentively.
Gino inclines his head to Tessa and Izett "Good evening Watchman, your Excellency" he glances to Rilia, then back.
Vivrie returns from her walk, moving around the mirrored panel to draw a deep breath. She looks down at her dress and smiles softly moving back toward Celeste and Bianca, cradling a flute of champagne in one hand. She seems tired, unused to such wonderful parties perhaps...her steps slow and languid.
Izett tilts her head gently, "Good evening, Lord Gino. I hope this beautiful evening finds you well?" she questions good naturedly.
Flora is at a party. A garden party. A formal garden party surrounded by Amber's nobility. She looks distracted for just a moment, and then she suddenly gasps. "Aaric!" she cries out shrilly, the sound carrying over the din of the party. "Hold on!" And then she is reaching out, almost lunging. Graceful decorum and care for the pretty gown be damned for now.
Tessa turns at the voice behind her, having /almost/ pulled at the tuft of the furry pants the Satyr harpist has put on. "Ah, Lord Gino. Greetings. We were actually just speaking of yo--" She freezes as Flora suddenly shrieks, her bewildered gaze going everywhere in an attempt to pinpoint the source.
Gino moves quickly across the garden toward Flora his hand falling to his sword.
At the sound of the call, Rilia turns, distracted away from the musicians for the moment by the shout from the Princess. One hand lifts to her mouth, and for a moment it looks as if she might be trying to hold back a laugh, fingers creating a delicate gate against her lips. But then, no laugh escapes and the furrow of her brow causes shadows to fall across her jeweled eyes, concern mirrored within.
Guinevere finally returns from wandering, and likely getting lost, in the garden and little maze up front.
Celeste nods to Bianca and issues a soft sigh and carefully hitches up her skirt and as discretely as she can manage a small doctor's back is withdrawn from her skirt before she begins to maneuver through the crowd towards Flora-better to be on standby and not needed than across the rooftop and needed urgently.
Dirk stares at Flora and says "She cares that much for Uncle Eric?"
Bianca having issued her companion forth into the breach, Bianca takes a throaty sip of mulled wine, waxen features settling into a vision of eerie serenity.
Several of the honor guard surge forward as well weapons still in sheaths but hands upon hilts. All eyes now on Flora.
Flora sinks to her knees, sliding forward on the turf as she reaches. "Hold on, now.... There! I've got you." With that, she pulls someone into the garden from out of nowhere. And there's suddenly another guest at the Ball.
The drums peter out jaggedly, but sure as the quartet upon the Titanic, the musicians continue to play.
Guinevere spots Izett, but notices that all are quietly watching Flora. The sheer cape and outer layer of her dress float behind her as she walks, quickly and quietly, toward Izett.
Guinevere joins Izett.
Aaric appears suddenly, grasping Flora's hand.
Aaric has arrived.
Aaric is knelt, his right hand clasped with Flora's while his lower left holds her trump. He slumps against her.
Tessa is left gaping at Flora as she sinks to all fours, utterly /lost/. /Magic/. Aw jeez. Then Aaric is suddenly there, and Tessa nearly trips in her long gown as she draws back. A muscle under her left eye twitches. /Magic/. Aw friggin' jeez.
Vivrie seems to have returned just in time to follow the crowd as it surges toward the commotion. She of course follows suit, but is too short even in heels to really understand what is going on.
Gino motions to one of the hounds and begins to issue orders in a hushed voice. The man nods then takes off at a run.
Guinevere simultaneously has the exact same reaction as Tessa for the exact same reason. She tenses considerably, then looks around for a server carrying something more potent than wine. Finally, she curtsies quickly and murmurs to Izett.
Dirk is staring at Aaric now and wincing. He exhales a little and says the magic word, "ouch." as he seems to be having empathy pains.
The sudden appearance of a man out of thin air startles Rilia, her eyes growing wide at the sight. She takes a step forward, but no further. The man is obviously in distress of some sort with the way he fairly collapses. She looks to Gino who seems busy with being in charge and she swallows, then goes still and merely watches.
Celeste offers in a voice that carries over the tin, doctor's bag in hand, "Princess Florimel, do you require a Mandrake Physician?" her voice calm and only assertive enough to register through the sudden disruption as she stands by.
Winter grabs Dirk's hand as the scene unfolds before her. The air around it seems to cool as does her flesh for a moment before it warms again.
Aaric soon slips his hand from Flora's and returns a compress of ripped cloth to the right side of his face. Flora's trump? It slips from his left hand's fingers to the floor where any nearby might grab it.
Flora cradles Aaric close, more to keep him from falling and injuring himself than anything else. Leaning forward slowly, the princess is calm even as she begins barking orders. "Someone send for the Royal Physician. Where the hell is Kirra, anyway? Is that Lady Celeste I hear? Yes, we need you immediately. You, there. Please clear a space and give us some room." And as she gently lays Aaric's head back on the turf, her bare shoulder and bosom are smeared with his bright blood, the left side of her bodice is soaked dark with it.
The diligence of the string orchestra notwithstanding, rungs of milling courtiers' cluster around the happening, murmurs rising in a cacophony of voices, Aaric's name transformed into that of prince Eric by lips sweet on gossip.
Dirk holds Winter's hand and wraps an arm around her to hold her against him. He stares at the scene and turns a little to close his eyes.
Gino's fingers fly, the honor guard closes around Flora and Aaric then turn to face outward creating a space, Celeste is of course let through.
"oh!" The single syllable is fairly breathed out and Rilia' hand goes to her bosom as she gasps in surprise. Her eyes dart about, but then come to a land upon Gino. She holds him in her study for a moment before she finally moves to find a seat, quite well out of the way, ready to wait until....until....well, who knows?
The diligent observer may note wincing from Aaric that isn't pain exactly. As he's embraced and pawed by Flora, there's something of a whimper issuing from the bloodied young man; almost if he were... embarrassed? Speculation can go whichever direct from there, however, as he seems to effectively lose consciousness against Florimel.
Celeste is already close at hand by now and sweeps forward, looking over Aaric and commenting evenly, "We will need transport to the hospital, I cannot effectively treat this man with the resources found within the Palace. If you will arrange a wagon or a carriage large enough for him to lay, I shall work on stabilizing him." even as she talks she's already working, doctor bag open and hands busy to staunch the flow of blood, ignoring that her dress threatens to be soiled.
Gino takes a knee beside Flora "I sent for a litter and ordered a wagon prepared" he collects the trump laying on the grass, tucking it into his pouch. "Who is this man?" He asks Flora.
Tessa lingers near the back, the Gull officer tilting her head toward the conversation between Guinevere and Izett but other then that acknowledging action she just watches the scene from outside the circle of Hounds.
The party has not stopped, entirely, but a large faction of it has turned to the hostess and the most recent guest. Aaric is on his back, bloodied and wounded, being seen too by the Mandrake Proxy and Flora. The party is surronded by Hounds of the Palace and a name sits heavy on everyone's lips.
"Eric."
More and more of finely dressed populace flock like the proverbial ravens to the cluster where a Mandrake was just shown through! Whispers threaten to drown out the orchestra. The musicians settle on a non-obtrusive waltz like tune, the sort that may loop on and on.
Vivrie moves toward Rilla unconsciously eyes on the crowd gathered around Flora and Celeste. She stays well out of the way, curiosity great but breeding wins out and she stays there but not close enough to be a burden in such a dire time.
Kincaid must have been laying in the shadows, watching afar the people who gather and socialize. "Aaric?" His words betraying the stalwart soldierly stone face he carries. Ripping the green tinted glasses off, the red haired blemished knight begins to push past those in his way of reaching the princess and the wounded.
Flora purses her lips, remaining close and laying a light hand upon the blood-soaked compress. At least until Celeste can step in and ply her craft. "Thank you." she replies genuinely to Gino, her voice conversationally soft now. Blue eyes regard Celeste with open thanks as well, and she offers. "Do what you can for him, Celeste. His name is Aaric and he is my son." Gaze flickering to Gino, then, she adds. "The brother you never knew about." And yet that's all that seems to be forthcoming right now.
Guinevere can no longer see much through the throng, nor does she seem to care to see the bloody scene. As she is jostled by the man shoving through, she blinks and looks up at him, startled. "Lord Kincaid?" This is no time for reunions, though, and she squeezes aside, moving backward and away from the others.
The Hounds keep the crowd back, hands dropping to weapons if need be.
Celeste murmurs without turning her attention from Aaric, "Thank you, Lord Gino, your efficiency is greatly appreciated." She murmurs to Aaric as it works, "I'm Doctor Celeste. Sir, are you able to hear me?" She murmurs softly to Flora, "He will survive, Your highness, rest assured. And in your family survival generally ensures full recovery."
Izett is not one to push into such a scene, instead leaving those that know how to handle such situations a wide path in. Stepping back from the gathering and growing group she stays off to the side out of the way.
Aaric's heartbeat is a little irregular, but strong enough. Those of the Blood of Oberon have this annoying habit of living though most everything. His remaining good side's currently clothed. Flecks of blood splatter from nostrils and lips as the young man breaths.
Dirk stays back and causes no problems.
Gino looks down at his fallen brother, but does not interrupt, time enough to talk later. "The litter should be here soon, do you require anything else Lady Proxy?" he looks to Flora his look confused.
RPG: Celeste declares that she has the Blood of Mandrake (BLD-MA) gift. Use '+gift BLD-MA' to view the gift description. Last edit: 6 months ago.
RPG: Celeste declares that she has the Master Physician (LIF-MP) gift. Use '+gift LIF-MP' to view the gift description.
RPG: Celeste used the following +declare targets: Rooftop Gardens - Royal Palace
Watching from the side, Oriana's curious but keeps well away from the action, she adjusts her flower crown.
That bit of news makes Rilia's eyebrows shoot upward, shock upon her face at Flora's words. It surprises her enough that she doesn't yet notice how Vivrie is drawing closer to her. She looks to Gino, eyes resting there, searching his face. Her hands come together, palm to palm at first, then fingers lacing in a rather tense hold.
Flora rocks back onto her knees, biting her lower lip as she watches Celeste work, her attention fixed upon Aaric now. His blood smears her bare shoulder and soaks well down into the strapless bodice, yet she doesn't seem to care." Glancing up at the sound of Gino's voice, she offers him a small smile as well as hand signs of some sort.
Tessa spots Kincaid's approach, and is in position to at least halt his forward progress a little. "Kincaid? It is time to let the doctor's work..."
Hounds bearing a litter hastily make their way through the crowd and set it down. Celeste makes them wait as she staunches the worst of the bleeding before directing them authoritatively over loading him up. She rises and follows them from the rooftop-no doubt to resume his treatment at the hospital.
Aaric lacks a lot of bulk. His clothing, though currently a disaster, is typically rather sleek and 'streamlined'. An empty saber scabbard may be removed for ease of fitting him to the litter.
Moves through the crowd curiously. Considering her father and grandmother are there the scene has Oriana's attention and she tries to get closer after noticing her grandmother has been splattered with blood. She is silent, and even the few bells attached to her hair make very little noise. "Who?" the young woman's voice wavers a bit.
Gino gets clear as Aaric is loaded onto the litter. Spotting Kincaid he waves him closer. The Hounds hold the crowd back, a sergeant barks "Make a path" he indicates the way off the roof.
Kincaid has left.
Flora hears mention of the name 'Kincaid', and her head jerks in that direction. Rising smoothly, she brushes the grass off of her skirts, the delicate silk torn by her knee-slide. "Kincaid?" Her attention turns to him, then, and she's all business. "He was in a gloomy place, full of ruins and darkness and blood. Learn what you can once he's conscious and stable, AND Doctor Celeste says he's well enough to speak." she orders curtly. Turning to Oriana, she offers. "This is your Uncle Aaric, my dear. He will live to meet you properly, but that will have to wait."
Leaving the niche by the grassy dance floor, Bianca moves into the throng, her diminutive height an asset in dodging the crowds, wine glass held aloft. Her path waxes and wanes towards the heart of the commotion, approach diligently unobtrusive yet intent. When within reach of the hounds she summons the resonance kin to those brought up on stage, "Your Highness." Simple, her call is to the princess Flora.
Winter looks at Dirk and frowns slightly as she whispers to him.
Celeste follows Gino, Aaric, and the hounds bearing the gurney out of sight.
Vivrie watches them load the wounded man onto the litter, furrowing her brows as she see's Bianca move into the throng. She stays where she is out of the way but listens intently for anything she might assist with.
Dirk nods to Winter and sighs.
Rilia doesn't move from her perch upon the bench she has found - not yet. She watches the scene, quiet, calm, yet a distinct aura of concern, her features pinched, though even that cannot mar her loveliness. Her hands still clasp together give hint to the tension that she holds, but the rest of her seems more relaxed, back straight, but not ridged, head held up as she regards what is happening and watches, still silent. As Gino makes to step out, she rises, a jewel in the garden and she moves forward, though not so much that she gets into anyone's way, but more as if she's trying to keep things in her sight without being a distraction.
Winter nods to Dirk and they begin to migrate towards the exit as well.
Gino has left.
Aaric has left.
Dirk has left.
Winter has left.
Tessa watches the convoy as it leaves the party behind, sighing, the exhalation stirring the even dusting of her bangs as she turns back to the musician. Then, frowning, back to Izett and Guinevere. "I am sorry, did I get your name? That... event distracted me. I am Tessa, a local member of Amber's Watch."
Celeste has left.
When Gino disappears from view, Rilia stops, her skirts swaying past and around her a moment before finally settling. The jewel stands in the midst of the garden, confused and concerned. Finally, she tears her eyes away from the arches and the mirrors that reflect the back of Gino a little longer than his actual form is in sight, and she lets it rest upon Flora, sympathy lacing through to mingle with the other emotions.
Flora watches the litter being carried off, concern touching her features. Her gown bloodied and the skirts torn, at least her hair wasn't mussed in the ordeal. One of the courtiers brings the princess a towel and basin, but Florimel's attention turns now towards Bianca as the petite young woman approaches. Party mode returns to the princess. "Miss Bianca! I'm so pleased to see you here. Please excuse me." And then she dips the towel, beginning to clean off the blood as if it were nothing more than spilled champagne while they chat.
Oriana frowns. "I just... live yes." she looks worried. "I hate to see anyone so badly injured, well exhaling blood." she swallows "It’s kind of worrisome." she glances to Flora. "Too many uncles and too many aunts." she murmurs in a tone of slight disappointment. She looks around and then adjusts her flower wreathe. "Hopefully he'll he soon."
Bianca passes the Princess Florimel a brimming glass of mulled wine. She does not waste her breath on questions, or courtly words. Her courtesy is one that allows for her birch-boned arm to linger outstretched, the beverage proffered in offering more potent than a sympathetic croon.
Piano keys rivet the string monotony of the orchestra and shockingly, several nobles begin to dance to a rendition of a waltz not yet heard this fine night.
Vivrie watches helplessly as the party begins anew, shaking her head as she smiles at the Amberites ability to roll with the punches. She smiles watching Bianca and Flora, turning to make her way toward the exit, taking her time as she finishes her champagne.
RPG: Flora accepts a Trump call.
Flora accepts the offered wine from Bianca with a warm smile and a formal nod, managing to make the bloodied towel somehow seem not too far out of place. She sips the mulled wine, deeply yet without actually gulping it down. "Thank you. And please excuse me for a moment. I think this is an update from the Hospital."
Flora is dabbing the blood from her shoulder and bosom, but the bodice has soaked up so much as to be ruined. She is still at the party, and when she speaks it's in a softer voice now, and somewhat distant. "How is he, Gino?"
Rilia inches closer to Flora, not so close that any private conversation will be heard. Her hands come together once more, palm against palm, and she becomes a statue of serenity save for the light teasing of a wisp of hair that plays over her cheek at a gentle breeze's caress.
Oriana moves closer to Flora and pauses as she hears her father's name mentioned. "I should say hi to him.." she says in a half-rhetorical comment to her grandmother though she unashamedly listens in.
"Can we address the giant in the room?" Tessa finally speaks up, having drifted closer to Flora as other nobles drifted away to return to the dance. "Timing besides, as this is your party and I would never question one of the royal family but perhaps those of us with clumsy feet and no excuse to be on the dance floor could inquire about 'exactly' what was /that/?"
Bianca bows, sinking into a pool of claret pleats. She rises amid a sweep of luxuriant cloth and veering away from her highness rests a pallid hand upon Rilia's shoulder, the emaciated pillar of her back never fully turned to the royal. Though she faces in the opposite direction from Rilia a quirky cameo profile angles keeping Flora within sight.
Vivrie slips from the gardens with a last look toward Flora, concern creasing her features softly before she slips off and to her own worries.
Vivrie has left.
Izett whispers softly to Guinevere, glancing around. Things made simple as she didn't come with an escort therefore preparing to slip out is of no consequence or trouble.
Flora smiles tightly, her gaze flickering reassurance to those around her as her focus remains on the conversation with the unseen person. "Wonderful to hear. And my heartfelt thanks for your diligence." Turning towards Tessa, then, she offers. "My son Aaric apparently found some trouble and contacted me for assistance. So for the time being, he will remain under guard and under close watch."
There's a smile for Bianca as she approaches, Rilia's head tilting down to gaze upon the small woman, hair falling over her shoulder. That smile fades into an expression of surprise, but then is quickly called back. She nods politely to Bianca, then in a little more intimate gesture, leans forward to murmur softly enough that only the doll-like personage can hear.
Tessa's brow raises toward her hairline. "I see. Excuse my boldness, your Highness, but is it for /his/ protection or is it for someone else’s safety?"
Guinevere nods to Izett's whispered words, then replies to continue the conversation being held in Lyonne.
Rilia straightens then looks to Flora. One hand reaches out and attempts to curl around Bianca's and give it a gentle squeeze, if the small woman allows it. Then the young would be of Chantris draws away to go back to the musicians. She murmurs something to one of them and he bends an ear, listening close. She steps away and there's a brief conference between the musicians before they launch into a song, a lively one that encourages those still in attendance to move, calling to their feet and wooing them to dance. Rilia then makes her way to the arches that lead out of the garden and she glides through. She is gone but a few moments and returns shortly, two towels in hand. She makes her way over to Flora, but stops a respectful distance away, those towels folded over her arm, and there she stands, waiting.
Izett shakes her head gently, "I've my men at arms outside. I can travel safely with them. Enjoy yourself, M'lady." moving toward the door slipping off into the night.
Izett goes home.
Izett has left.
Flora chuckles softly in her unusual conversation, and she offers. "Of course. I'll have a servant send your boots over directly. Thank you very much, Gino. And yes, we'll talk once I've seen to things here." Attention diverted once more, she offers. "The guard is for both, really. His own protection as well as the protection of those nearby. I will see that he is returned to the Palace as soon as he is able." Her gaze shifts, then, and she takes an offered towel from Rilia.
When Flora takes one of the towel, Rilia curtsies, that same concern from earlier evident within her expression. Yet she does not question, does not attempt to ask questions that aren't necessarily hers to ask. She simply, and silently, offers herself in assistance.
Flora says, "Good night, Gino. And thank you again."
Mazurka drifts in jovial rhythms as Amber's nobility mingle with those fortunate enough to be here. Amid a cacophony of whispers the name Aaric, mingles with an annunciation no wine soaked mind could easily defer from Eric - oh - and prince figures predominantly in the buzzing-bee chatter. Helium titters reminisce of how the man dressed as an orchid shredded Lord Leon's exceptionally fine cloak and who was that woman wearing the claret?
Flora uses a towel from Rilia, cleaning the blood from her skin as best she can. Gazing down at her dress, she frowns wryly. "I am in need of a change, it seems. I shall return shortly." And with that, she makes for the exit.
The orchestra sheds none of its exuberance, favoring a melange of heady candor and swift pace that now and again drifts into a sultry twang of strings most admirable.
Winter manages to keep up with Dirk. Her gait bouncing easily to the music, even as it shifts and changes.
Celeste flutters lashes at Baldric, "Charming indeed." she grins to the others, "Aren't we fortunate? This is a rare treat." She grins impishly, "And I assure you that isn't at all biased by the fact he brought me a present."
"Ah," Tessa responds, nodding. "I understand." The woman's shoulders rise and fall, as if it is of no concern as her dark eyes shift to inspect the orchestra. "Lovely music. Did I miss the hostess' speech?"
Dirk bounces Winter around like she is a bottle of soda primed to explode in someone's face. He is happily having a good time with her.
Gino has arrived.
Taleyn laughs afresh. "I love it! Someone throws a party and *you* get a present!" she teases Celeste good-naturedly.
Melina hms 'perhaps some men just can't be bothered with the formalities of court or the flights of fancy as seem to be conjured here
Baldric pshes as he waves a hand dismissively. "And I keep her busy too. That reminds me Celeste. You might want to keep a bed available."
The strings sing into the moonlit night with fervent ardor, brassy notes keeping up the breathy speed of the dance that inspires ample swirling.
Celeste winks at Taleyn, "And when I get hurt, I had a fair hoard last time." She looks to Baldric and looks puzzled and then troubled, that glimmer in her slate eyes extinguishing. She leans over and murmurs something to him.
Izett smiles and tilts her head considering Melina's words, "Perhaps, though I am not the sort to sit about waiting for some man to walk when I myself am capable of not only walking, but running." she states casually glancing to Tessa, "Not that I am aware of."
Baldric chuckles in response to something Celeste whispers to him, and whispers his response.
Heads turn and a low murmur ripples throughout the crowd as the next couple enters the Ball. Princess Florimel herself, properly enchanting, as if the sun were indeed rising in the garden this evening. And her escort wears the uniform of the Hounds, one of the Palace's finest. Her fingers rest quite comfortably upon his arm, blue eyes casting about with smiles and nods spread liberally to those she knows.
Celeste exhales softly and inclines her head simply, looking around for another drink urgently.
The music pales into reverent peal in cadence with Princess Florimels entrance.
Taleyn gasps involuntarily as Flora enters the rooftop gardens. She smiles at the vision before her.
Winter laughs lightly and easily as she is bounced around on the dance floor. Silk skirts sweeping around her. When the music stops so do Dirk and Winter. Her gaze goes towards the entrance and she lowers her gaze though a warm smile graces her features.
Tessa turns toward the door as the murmuring makes it to her corner of the garden, brows lifting at the Princess before her own eyes drop to her bosom. In shame? Who knows. Then her gaze rolls to the ceiling helplessly. "So, how have you two been?" She turns back to her two conversation partners.
Hounds uniform or no, a hand is help behind the blond hounds back as he escorts the Princess into the ball proper, a smile plays at the corners of the young man’s face as he shows the Princess a single closed rose bud. As the lights of the Garden touch the bud it opens to full bloom a muti-colored blossom "A rose for the Rose of Amber" Gino says softly.
Dirk stops dancing and looks like he has done something wrong as he watches Florimel's entrance into the ball. He is very still and quiet.
Izett turns toward Flora as all eyes in the room turn toward the woman. A warm smile alighting her features as she offers a respectful curtsey before looking back toward Tessa, "Doing very well thank you..and you?"
Taleyn curtseys deeply to their hostess.
Celeste likewise dips into a curtsey to Flora but uses the distraction to quietly retreat.
From the niche nearest the dance floor, beside the mossy green Bianca and Vivrie are arm-in-arm, both bowed in an ornate medley of pooling skirts.
Melina likewise looks to Princess Flora as she enters, true admiration in her gaze as she watches and her gaze roams around the room to find Celeste
Rilia has arrived.
Winter curtsies deeply even as she still stands upon the dance floor with Dirk.
Taleyn, after offering a pleasantry and a thanks to Flora for hosting, again withdraws to the dance floor with Rajiv to test the musicians' stamina.
Dirk performs a proper bow as he stands next to Winter.
Taleyn has left.
Celeste retreats only so far as it takes her to retrieve a glass of bubbly.
Flora acknowledges the curtsies with proper nodding as they come. Her eyes brighten at the rose, then, and she gives her escort a soft laugh, accepting it in exchange for a fond kiss upon the cheek. "Thank you so much, Gino." The (unthorned) rose stem is thrust through her hair arrangement with seemingly casual aplomb, and yet it settles into -just- the right spot for highlights. "Don't be shy about checking your boots, dear. It will do you good to feel the grass between your toes." And with that she guides him over to check her own sandals.
Rajiv has left.
Celeste meanders with her glass over towards Bianca, quiet and unobtrusive.
Celeste forms a cluster with Bianca.
Gino walks with Flora to the place where boots are checked and slides off the polished riding boots. "Of course your Highness" he says in a formal tone, then gestures to the dance floor, "would you dance Mother? or greet your guests?"
"I have been well," Tessa responds, "It has been a difficult week for work, but that goes for any of Amber's servants. How is Lyonesse faring? Well, last I had heard. I /did/ actually want to speak with you about your effort with the children."
Dirk talks to Winter and smiles.
Melina turns back then to her companions "I thank you for your company. I'm glad I came, but I ought be getting back before I'm missed"
Flora slips off her sandals as well, checking them before turning to her son. "Oh, I don't want to keep you, of course. Go and mingle, but just promise you'll dance with your mother before retiring for the evening." And with that, she kisses Gino's cheek again.
Melina has left.
Gino smiles and kisses Flora's hand "Not the Unicorn herself could keep me from a dance with you Mother, barefoot or no"
Izett nods her head gently to Melina, "Rest well, M'lady" she offers to Melina before looking back to Tessa, "One of my favorite topics. I simply cannot wait till we bring over the large shipment."
Winter giggles at something Dirk says.
Celeste's slate eyes scan the crowd as she settles beside Bianca.
Tessa forms a cluster with Izett.
Bianca glances around, bemused and with a fresh glass of mottled wine in hand smiles obliquely to Celeste. Vivrie departed, vanishing in a flurry of silks behind a mirrored screen.
Rilia finally enters the scene, her emerald gaze darting about as she searches for a certain someone. She herself is bedecked like a jewel, amethyst and white adorning her frame. The fitted bodice hugs her frame, accentuated her hour-glass figure. Upon the jeweled fabric, white rose embroidery and glistening, sparkling beads vie for attention, making her shimmer like a star. The intricate head piece almost looks woven through her hair, silver glittering among the hair that shines with its own natural reddish-gold highlights. She smiles to those she sees, offers a curtsy, then that smile brightens as her gaze finally comes to rest upon the person she seeks - Gino. Ah, but he has been claimed for the moment and Rilia will not deny Flora a chance to dance with her son. So she moves about, taking in the beauty that is the garden and enjoying the atmosphere.
Nisha has left.
Winter laughs lightly and cheerfully at Dirk. The sound carrying like music itself.
Dirk joins Winter in her light and cheerful laughter.
Tessa scratches at her cheek, leaning and conversing in low tones with Izett.
Izett smiles warmly, her green eyed gaze soft as she nods gently looking up at Tessa as the two speak softly amongst themselves.
The hound officer makes his rounds checking the honor guard is situated to his liking. Nods are offered to those he knows but his path takes him closer to Rilia by the moment. His bare feet navigating the edge of the moss covered dance floor.
A throaty beat of drums rambles forth from the sheltered orchestra, drowning out the dissonance of the performances occurring on stages farther from the space so favored by the royals. A faint tambourine and jangle of tribal ornament suggest a dancer performs somewhere behind a silken screen.
"Them, and their new loving parents, I hope." Tessa responds, "I will keep in touch, Lady Izett, I am fond of the children of New Lyonesse. They may be poor in material, but most are wealthy in spirit." She reaches over to clap the woman's shoulder, before turning and heading to one of the forest creatures; or at least, the musicians who are masquerading as such.
Celeste flicks puzzled glances towards Bianca as they chat.
Flora moves from the sandal check, wiggling bare toes with delightfully green nails. Petalled hips swaying, the princess begins to make her way through the crowd to greet her guests. A knowing eye is cast at some of the new arrivals, a small smile touching her lips.
Izett smiles warmly and nods to Tessa as she clasps her shoulder, "All will remember. Thank you, Miss Tessa" she replies fondly with that warm smile reaching her eyes.
Rilia has turned away from where Gino had been conversing with her mother, her attention wandering, so she does not see Gino's attempt to draw closer to her. She herself draws closer to those who are playing, providing the music. Her purse dangles from her wrist and sways gently with her movements, her eyes resting upon the musicians, head tilting and a smile playing over her lips as she enjoys it.
Midway through a greeting, Florimel blinks and her brow furrows. "Won't you please excuse me for a moment..."
The candor of drums commences an ascending pattern of percussion bordering on tribal.
Celeste 's gaze shifts from Bianca to Flora, watching the princess attentively.
Gino inclines his head to Tessa and Izett "Good evening Watchman, your Excellency" he glances to Rilia, then back.
Vivrie returns from her walk, moving around the mirrored panel to draw a deep breath. She looks down at her dress and smiles softly moving back toward Celeste and Bianca, cradling a flute of champagne in one hand. She seems tired, unused to such wonderful parties perhaps...her steps slow and languid.
Izett tilts her head gently, "Good evening, Lord Gino. I hope this beautiful evening finds you well?" she questions good naturedly.
Flora is at a party. A garden party. A formal garden party surrounded by Amber's nobility. She looks distracted for just a moment, and then she suddenly gasps. "Aaric!" she cries out shrilly, the sound carrying over the din of the party. "Hold on!" And then she is reaching out, almost lunging. Graceful decorum and care for the pretty gown be damned for now.
Tessa turns at the voice behind her, having /almost/ pulled at the tuft of the furry pants the Satyr harpist has put on. "Ah, Lord Gino. Greetings. We were actually just speaking of yo--" She freezes as Flora suddenly shrieks, her bewildered gaze going everywhere in an attempt to pinpoint the source.
Gino moves quickly across the garden toward Flora his hand falling to his sword.
At the sound of the call, Rilia turns, distracted away from the musicians for the moment by the shout from the Princess. One hand lifts to her mouth, and for a moment it looks as if she might be trying to hold back a laugh, fingers creating a delicate gate against her lips. But then, no laugh escapes and the furrow of her brow causes shadows to fall across her jeweled eyes, concern mirrored within.
Guinevere finally returns from wandering, and likely getting lost, in the garden and little maze up front.
Celeste nods to Bianca and issues a soft sigh and carefully hitches up her skirt and as discretely as she can manage a small doctor's back is withdrawn from her skirt before she begins to maneuver through the crowd towards Flora-better to be on standby and not needed than across the rooftop and needed urgently.
Dirk stares at Flora and says "She cares that much for Uncle Eric?"
Bianca having issued her companion forth into the breach, Bianca takes a throaty sip of mulled wine, waxen features settling into a vision of eerie serenity.
Several of the honor guard surge forward as well weapons still in sheaths but hands upon hilts. All eyes now on Flora.
Flora sinks to her knees, sliding forward on the turf as she reaches. "Hold on, now.... There! I've got you." With that, she pulls someone into the garden from out of nowhere. And there's suddenly another guest at the Ball.
The drums peter out jaggedly, but sure as the quartet upon the Titanic, the musicians continue to play.
Guinevere spots Izett, but notices that all are quietly watching Flora. The sheer cape and outer layer of her dress float behind her as she walks, quickly and quietly, toward Izett.
Guinevere joins Izett.
Aaric appears suddenly, grasping Flora's hand.
Aaric has arrived.
Aaric is knelt, his right hand clasped with Flora's while his lower left holds her trump. He slumps against her.
Tessa is left gaping at Flora as she sinks to all fours, utterly /lost/. /Magic/. Aw jeez. Then Aaric is suddenly there, and Tessa nearly trips in her long gown as she draws back. A muscle under her left eye twitches. /Magic/. Aw friggin' jeez.
Vivrie seems to have returned just in time to follow the crowd as it surges toward the commotion. She of course follows suit, but is too short even in heels to really understand what is going on.
Gino motions to one of the hounds and begins to issue orders in a hushed voice. The man nods then takes off at a run.
Guinevere simultaneously has the exact same reaction as Tessa for the exact same reason. She tenses considerably, then looks around for a server carrying something more potent than wine. Finally, she curtsies quickly and murmurs to Izett.
Dirk is staring at Aaric now and wincing. He exhales a little and says the magic word, "ouch." as he seems to be having empathy pains.
The sudden appearance of a man out of thin air startles Rilia, her eyes growing wide at the sight. She takes a step forward, but no further. The man is obviously in distress of some sort with the way he fairly collapses. She looks to Gino who seems busy with being in charge and she swallows, then goes still and merely watches.
Celeste offers in a voice that carries over the tin, doctor's bag in hand, "Princess Florimel, do you require a Mandrake Physician?" her voice calm and only assertive enough to register through the sudden disruption as she stands by.
Winter grabs Dirk's hand as the scene unfolds before her. The air around it seems to cool as does her flesh for a moment before it warms again.
Aaric soon slips his hand from Flora's and returns a compress of ripped cloth to the right side of his face. Flora's trump? It slips from his left hand's fingers to the floor where any nearby might grab it.
Flora cradles Aaric close, more to keep him from falling and injuring himself than anything else. Leaning forward slowly, the princess is calm even as she begins barking orders. "Someone send for the Royal Physician. Where the hell is Kirra, anyway? Is that Lady Celeste I hear? Yes, we need you immediately. You, there. Please clear a space and give us some room." And as she gently lays Aaric's head back on the turf, her bare shoulder and bosom are smeared with his bright blood, the left side of her bodice is soaked dark with it.
The diligence of the string orchestra notwithstanding, rungs of milling courtiers' cluster around the happening, murmurs rising in a cacophony of voices, Aaric's name transformed into that of prince Eric by lips sweet on gossip.
Dirk holds Winter's hand and wraps an arm around her to hold her against him. He stares at the scene and turns a little to close his eyes.
Gino's fingers fly, the honor guard closes around Flora and Aaric then turn to face outward creating a space, Celeste is of course let through.
"oh!" The single syllable is fairly breathed out and Rilia' hand goes to her bosom as she gasps in surprise. Her eyes dart about, but then come to a land upon Gino. She holds him in her study for a moment before she finally moves to find a seat, quite well out of the way, ready to wait until....until....well, who knows?
The diligent observer may note wincing from Aaric that isn't pain exactly. As he's embraced and pawed by Flora, there's something of a whimper issuing from the bloodied young man; almost if he were... embarrassed? Speculation can go whichever direct from there, however, as he seems to effectively lose consciousness against Florimel.
Celeste is already close at hand by now and sweeps forward, looking over Aaric and commenting evenly, "We will need transport to the hospital, I cannot effectively treat this man with the resources found within the Palace. If you will arrange a wagon or a carriage large enough for him to lay, I shall work on stabilizing him." even as she talks she's already working, doctor bag open and hands busy to staunch the flow of blood, ignoring that her dress threatens to be soiled.
Gino takes a knee beside Flora "I sent for a litter and ordered a wagon prepared" he collects the trump laying on the grass, tucking it into his pouch. "Who is this man?" He asks Flora.
Tessa lingers near the back, the Gull officer tilting her head toward the conversation between Guinevere and Izett but other then that acknowledging action she just watches the scene from outside the circle of Hounds.
The party has not stopped, entirely, but a large faction of it has turned to the hostess and the most recent guest. Aaric is on his back, bloodied and wounded, being seen too by the Mandrake Proxy and Flora. The party is surronded by Hounds of the Palace and a name sits heavy on everyone's lips.
"Eric."
More and more of finely dressed populace flock like the proverbial ravens to the cluster where a Mandrake was just shown through! Whispers threaten to drown out the orchestra. The musicians settle on a non-obtrusive waltz like tune, the sort that may loop on and on.
Vivrie moves toward Rilla unconsciously eyes on the crowd gathered around Flora and Celeste. She stays well out of the way, curiosity great but breeding wins out and she stays there but not close enough to be a burden in such a dire time.
Kincaid must have been laying in the shadows, watching afar the people who gather and socialize. "Aaric?" His words betraying the stalwart soldierly stone face he carries. Ripping the green tinted glasses off, the red haired blemished knight begins to push past those in his way of reaching the princess and the wounded.
Flora purses her lips, remaining close and laying a light hand upon the blood-soaked compress. At least until Celeste can step in and ply her craft. "Thank you." she replies genuinely to Gino, her voice conversationally soft now. Blue eyes regard Celeste with open thanks as well, and she offers. "Do what you can for him, Celeste. His name is Aaric and he is my son." Gaze flickering to Gino, then, she adds. "The brother you never knew about." And yet that's all that seems to be forthcoming right now.
Guinevere can no longer see much through the throng, nor does she seem to care to see the bloody scene. As she is jostled by the man shoving through, she blinks and looks up at him, startled. "Lord Kincaid?" This is no time for reunions, though, and she squeezes aside, moving backward and away from the others.
The Hounds keep the crowd back, hands dropping to weapons if need be.
Celeste murmurs without turning her attention from Aaric, "Thank you, Lord Gino, your efficiency is greatly appreciated." She murmurs to Aaric as it works, "I'm Doctor Celeste. Sir, are you able to hear me?" She murmurs softly to Flora, "He will survive, Your highness, rest assured. And in your family survival generally ensures full recovery."
Izett is not one to push into such a scene, instead leaving those that know how to handle such situations a wide path in. Stepping back from the gathering and growing group she stays off to the side out of the way.
Aaric's heartbeat is a little irregular, but strong enough. Those of the Blood of Oberon have this annoying habit of living though most everything. His remaining good side's currently clothed. Flecks of blood splatter from nostrils and lips as the young man breaths.
Dirk stays back and causes no problems.
Gino looks down at his fallen brother, but does not interrupt, time enough to talk later. "The litter should be here soon, do you require anything else Lady Proxy?" he looks to Flora his look confused.
RPG: Celeste declares that she has the Blood of Mandrake (BLD-MA) gift. Use '+gift BLD-MA' to view the gift description. Last edit: 6 months ago.
RPG: Celeste declares that she has the Master Physician (LIF-MP) gift. Use '+gift LIF-MP' to view the gift description.
RPG: Celeste used the following +declare targets: Rooftop Gardens - Royal Palace
Watching from the side, Oriana's curious but keeps well away from the action, she adjusts her flower crown.
That bit of news makes Rilia's eyebrows shoot upward, shock upon her face at Flora's words. It surprises her enough that she doesn't yet notice how Vivrie is drawing closer to her. She looks to Gino, eyes resting there, searching his face. Her hands come together, palm to palm at first, then fingers lacing in a rather tense hold.
Flora rocks back onto her knees, biting her lower lip as she watches Celeste work, her attention fixed upon Aaric now. His blood smears her bare shoulder and soaks well down into the strapless bodice, yet she doesn't seem to care." Glancing up at the sound of Gino's voice, she offers him a small smile as well as hand signs of some sort.
Tessa spots Kincaid's approach, and is in position to at least halt his forward progress a little. "Kincaid? It is time to let the doctor's work..."
Hounds bearing a litter hastily make their way through the crowd and set it down. Celeste makes them wait as she staunches the worst of the bleeding before directing them authoritatively over loading him up. She rises and follows them from the rooftop-no doubt to resume his treatment at the hospital.
Aaric lacks a lot of bulk. His clothing, though currently a disaster, is typically rather sleek and 'streamlined'. An empty saber scabbard may be removed for ease of fitting him to the litter.
Moves through the crowd curiously. Considering her father and grandmother are there the scene has Oriana's attention and she tries to get closer after noticing her grandmother has been splattered with blood. She is silent, and even the few bells attached to her hair make very little noise. "Who?" the young woman's voice wavers a bit.
Gino gets clear as Aaric is loaded onto the litter. Spotting Kincaid he waves him closer. The Hounds hold the crowd back, a sergeant barks "Make a path" he indicates the way off the roof.
Kincaid has left.
Flora hears mention of the name 'Kincaid', and her head jerks in that direction. Rising smoothly, she brushes the grass off of her skirts, the delicate silk torn by her knee-slide. "Kincaid?" Her attention turns to him, then, and she's all business. "He was in a gloomy place, full of ruins and darkness and blood. Learn what you can once he's conscious and stable, AND Doctor Celeste says he's well enough to speak." she orders curtly. Turning to Oriana, she offers. "This is your Uncle Aaric, my dear. He will live to meet you properly, but that will have to wait."
Leaving the niche by the grassy dance floor, Bianca moves into the throng, her diminutive height an asset in dodging the crowds, wine glass held aloft. Her path waxes and wanes towards the heart of the commotion, approach diligently unobtrusive yet intent. When within reach of the hounds she summons the resonance kin to those brought up on stage, "Your Highness." Simple, her call is to the princess Flora.
Winter looks at Dirk and frowns slightly as she whispers to him.
Celeste follows Gino, Aaric, and the hounds bearing the gurney out of sight.
Vivrie watches them load the wounded man onto the litter, furrowing her brows as she see's Bianca move into the throng. She stays where she is out of the way but listens intently for anything she might assist with.
Dirk nods to Winter and sighs.
Rilia doesn't move from her perch upon the bench she has found - not yet. She watches the scene, quiet, calm, yet a distinct aura of concern, her features pinched, though even that cannot mar her loveliness. Her hands still clasp together give hint to the tension that she holds, but the rest of her seems more relaxed, back straight, but not ridged, head held up as she regards what is happening and watches, still silent. As Gino makes to step out, she rises, a jewel in the garden and she moves forward, though not so much that she gets into anyone's way, but more as if she's trying to keep things in her sight without being a distraction.
Winter nods to Dirk and they begin to migrate towards the exit as well.
Gino has left.
Aaric has left.
Dirk has left.
Winter has left.
Tessa watches the convoy as it leaves the party behind, sighing, the exhalation stirring the even dusting of her bangs as she turns back to the musician. Then, frowning, back to Izett and Guinevere. "I am sorry, did I get your name? That... event distracted me. I am Tessa, a local member of Amber's Watch."
Celeste has left.
When Gino disappears from view, Rilia stops, her skirts swaying past and around her a moment before finally settling. The jewel stands in the midst of the garden, confused and concerned. Finally, she tears her eyes away from the arches and the mirrors that reflect the back of Gino a little longer than his actual form is in sight, and she lets it rest upon Flora, sympathy lacing through to mingle with the other emotions.
Flora watches the litter being carried off, concern touching her features. Her gown bloodied and the skirts torn, at least her hair wasn't mussed in the ordeal. One of the courtiers brings the princess a towel and basin, but Florimel's attention turns now towards Bianca as the petite young woman approaches. Party mode returns to the princess. "Miss Bianca! I'm so pleased to see you here. Please excuse me." And then she dips the towel, beginning to clean off the blood as if it were nothing more than spilled champagne while they chat.
Oriana frowns. "I just... live yes." she looks worried. "I hate to see anyone so badly injured, well exhaling blood." she swallows "It’s kind of worrisome." she glances to Flora. "Too many uncles and too many aunts." she murmurs in a tone of slight disappointment. She looks around and then adjusts her flower wreathe. "Hopefully he'll he soon."
Bianca passes the Princess Florimel a brimming glass of mulled wine. She does not waste her breath on questions, or courtly words. Her courtesy is one that allows for her birch-boned arm to linger outstretched, the beverage proffered in offering more potent than a sympathetic croon.
Piano keys rivet the string monotony of the orchestra and shockingly, several nobles begin to dance to a rendition of a waltz not yet heard this fine night.
Vivrie watches helplessly as the party begins anew, shaking her head as she smiles at the Amberites ability to roll with the punches. She smiles watching Bianca and Flora, turning to make her way toward the exit, taking her time as she finishes her champagne.
RPG: Flora accepts a Trump call.
Flora accepts the offered wine from Bianca with a warm smile and a formal nod, managing to make the bloodied towel somehow seem not too far out of place. She sips the mulled wine, deeply yet without actually gulping it down. "Thank you. And please excuse me for a moment. I think this is an update from the Hospital."
Flora is dabbing the blood from her shoulder and bosom, but the bodice has soaked up so much as to be ruined. She is still at the party, and when she speaks it's in a softer voice now, and somewhat distant. "How is he, Gino?"
Rilia inches closer to Flora, not so close that any private conversation will be heard. Her hands come together once more, palm against palm, and she becomes a statue of serenity save for the light teasing of a wisp of hair that plays over her cheek at a gentle breeze's caress.
Oriana moves closer to Flora and pauses as she hears her father's name mentioned. "I should say hi to him.." she says in a half-rhetorical comment to her grandmother though she unashamedly listens in.
"Can we address the giant in the room?" Tessa finally speaks up, having drifted closer to Flora as other nobles drifted away to return to the dance. "Timing besides, as this is your party and I would never question one of the royal family but perhaps those of us with clumsy feet and no excuse to be on the dance floor could inquire about 'exactly' what was /that/?"
Bianca bows, sinking into a pool of claret pleats. She rises amid a sweep of luxuriant cloth and veering away from her highness rests a pallid hand upon Rilia's shoulder, the emaciated pillar of her back never fully turned to the royal. Though she faces in the opposite direction from Rilia a quirky cameo profile angles keeping Flora within sight.
Vivrie slips from the gardens with a last look toward Flora, concern creasing her features softly before she slips off and to her own worries.
Vivrie has left.
Izett whispers softly to Guinevere, glancing around. Things made simple as she didn't come with an escort therefore preparing to slip out is of no consequence or trouble.
Flora smiles tightly, her gaze flickering reassurance to those around her as her focus remains on the conversation with the unseen person. "Wonderful to hear. And my heartfelt thanks for your diligence." Turning towards Tessa, then, she offers. "My son Aaric apparently found some trouble and contacted me for assistance. So for the time being, he will remain under guard and under close watch."
There's a smile for Bianca as she approaches, Rilia's head tilting down to gaze upon the small woman, hair falling over her shoulder. That smile fades into an expression of surprise, but then is quickly called back. She nods politely to Bianca, then in a little more intimate gesture, leans forward to murmur softly enough that only the doll-like personage can hear.
Tessa's brow raises toward her hairline. "I see. Excuse my boldness, your Highness, but is it for /his/ protection or is it for someone else’s safety?"
Guinevere nods to Izett's whispered words, then replies to continue the conversation being held in Lyonne.
Rilia straightens then looks to Flora. One hand reaches out and attempts to curl around Bianca's and give it a gentle squeeze, if the small woman allows it. Then the young would be of Chantris draws away to go back to the musicians. She murmurs something to one of them and he bends an ear, listening close. She steps away and there's a brief conference between the musicians before they launch into a song, a lively one that encourages those still in attendance to move, calling to their feet and wooing them to dance. Rilia then makes her way to the arches that lead out of the garden and she glides through. She is gone but a few moments and returns shortly, two towels in hand. She makes her way over to Flora, but stops a respectful distance away, those towels folded over her arm, and there she stands, waiting.
Izett shakes her head gently, "I've my men at arms outside. I can travel safely with them. Enjoy yourself, M'lady." moving toward the door slipping off into the night.
Izett goes home.
Izett has left.
Flora chuckles softly in her unusual conversation, and she offers. "Of course. I'll have a servant send your boots over directly. Thank you very much, Gino. And yes, we'll talk once I've seen to things here." Attention diverted once more, she offers. "The guard is for both, really. His own protection as well as the protection of those nearby. I will see that he is returned to the Palace as soon as he is able." Her gaze shifts, then, and she takes an offered towel from Rilia.
When Flora takes one of the towel, Rilia curtsies, that same concern from earlier evident within her expression. Yet she does not question, does not attempt to ask questions that aren't necessarily hers to ask. She simply, and silently, offers herself in assistance.
Flora says, "Good night, Gino. And thank you again."
Mazurka drifts in jovial rhythms as Amber's nobility mingle with those fortunate enough to be here. Amid a cacophony of whispers the name Aaric, mingles with an annunciation no wine soaked mind could easily defer from Eric - oh - and prince figures predominantly in the buzzing-bee chatter. Helium titters reminisce of how the man dressed as an orchid shredded Lord Leon's exceptionally fine cloak and who was that woman wearing the claret?
Flora uses a towel from Rilia, cleaning the blood from her skin as best she can. Gazing down at her dress, she frowns wryly. "I am in need of a change, it seems. I shall return shortly." And with that, she makes for the exit.