Post by Kristykimmy on Jan 3, 2015 21:30:07 GMT -5
Lucinda smiled at Jeniver's final comment. “And I've gotten better at knowing when to encourage people and when not to. We would never get up to the escapades we did once, would we?”
She noticed her perplexed frown at Alain's laughter. “If you're curious, Jeniver, we can join your cousin and my family over there. I see Madam Morgaine; I'm sure she would love to remind us of our misbehavior last time we crossed paths.”
Morgaine slapped her hand over her face, laughing even as she flushed a little at Alain's question. "I suppose I set myself up for that one. Though to be fair the circumstances of our two incidents are quite different. What happened with Lord Everett was entirely your fault, your grace- I had no way of knowing what I was in for that night."
Sieg tilted his head. "I heard about this too- from you, Leif, and Orrin. Something about the entire town getting drugged or something?"
Morgaine shook her head. "Not the entire town but a pretty sizable proportion of it. Essentially what happened was that a teenage mage without an iota of brains in his skull used magic to spike a bunch of juice so that it was every bit as alcoholic as that Berian drink, what is it called again... whiskey I believe?" She shrugged ruefully. "Then he used even more magic to hide the taste and smell of the alcohol. And then he used even more magic to set a glamour on his stand so that anyone who passed by it would feel thirsty and want to buy some of the juice. The glamour also repelled anybody who went looking for him later to punish him."
The half-elf lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah Leif mentioned something along those lines- I said it in my letter then and I'll say it again, that is a lot of trouble to go to for the sake of a prank."
"You'll notice I said the mage didn't have any brains," Morgaine pointed out dryly. Turning back to Alain she shrugged ruefully. "He got me- I'd downed almost the entire bottle before the alcohol started to kick in and by then it was too late. You probably won't believe this, most people don't, but I am usually pretty good at holding my liquor despite my size. I can drink grown men under the table and only be a bit tipsy afterwards. But one bottle of that mess and I was... drunk enough to kick a man twice my height without really pausing to consider the potential backlash, and to draw both Elin and Leif into some less than coordinated waltzing." She coughed. "Among other things, but I'll spare their dignity if not my own."
Sieg shifted, clearly feeling as awkward about the discussion of his mother getting drunk as Joffery had about his father getting drunk. Turning to the young man in question, he coughed and said, "Right, so you were interested in singing?"
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Kirin tilted his head, a slightly embarassed expression on his face when Leif asked if he wanted to sing. "I don't know about that. It'd probably be polite to at least go say hi to everyone at some point, but I'm not in a rush to get up just now. We'll see."
He took another sip of his drink and sighed contendedly, glancing sideways at Leif with the faintest of upward curls to his mouth. "Why, trying to get rid of me? Are you worried that between my 'sweetness' and the cider you'll get a cavity?"
A thought seemed to strike him, and his smile broadened. "Oh, before I forget-"
He reaced down beside his chair, and came up with a thin, rectangular wooden box. He lifted the lid, revealing a jet black feather, tied along the shaft with a beaded leather chord. On the feather itself was a miniature painting. Little white stars and shimmering dark grey clouds turned the black feather into a night sky, and with their wings mantling three pale colored birds flying progressively higher up the feather looked like feathered ghosts against that sky. There were two black shouldered kites, and between them, a snowy owl.
Morgaine tells Alain (Celestial) about the Party Capital shenanigans, and Sieg tries to take himself and Joffery (PFA) elsewhere so they can stop being flustered by listening to stories of their parents getting blitzed out of their brains. XD
Meanwhile Kirin flirts with Leif and it's adorable. (Killix and Tiger)
"It's nothing shameful, Lord Joffery," Alain said. "Though...I will not tell you if he sang or not. I suggest for that little bit of information, you ask him yourself when you get back to Solis. I'm sure he will love to remember those days."
"Er, alright," Joffery replied, blinking. Lord Ambrose was right in that Joffery's father probably wouldn't appreciate the question, but he was curious. He shook his head, turning his attention to Sieg with a smile. "Yes, of course! I always do enjoy Woomas carols."
"Nope! No escapades for us!" Jeniver, meanwhile, replied to Lucinda with a giggle. In response to Lucinda's next suggestion, she nodded. "Sure, okay. And hey, if she does, we can remind her that we're mature and responsible now, right?" She grinned.
Joffery blinks off the drunken shenanigans stories and offers to sing. Jeniver agrees to join up with the others and impress Morgaine with how mature and responsible of adults they are now. (Leaving it up to Kristykimmy to decide how much they overhear of the conversation. ) (People nearby include Celestial, Shinko)
Laurie slowly made his way towards where he had spotted Elin and Clare, waiting patiently for people to move around so that he didn't risk bumping into anyone. Once he'd made sure that they weren't busy talking to someone else, he found a spot at the bar and leaned closer to them, with a light smile.
"Hello, Ms. Ryer, Elin! It's good to see you. You both look lovely!" He thought Elin looked quite healthy at the moment, and started to think of an accessory that might suit her. He still had some gifts to finish sewing.
"I hope you're having a nice Woomas so far. Ah, you must have had some extra work, right? I'm glad you could catch a break and come here. I had no idea Morgaine was planning all this!"
He hoped his voice was carrying far enough; some of the guests seemed to be having fun already, judging from the laughter he could hear from some directions. Out of habit, he glanced around for anyone who might know him, then he looked back at Elin.
"And... how is work with the Council? If you don't mind my asking." Now that the Shadows seemed less dangerous, Laurie had become more curious about what they did.
Elin was listening in to the conversation with the nobles when she saw Laurie out of the corner of her eye, and she turned to meet his greeting.
"Hey Laurie," Clare and Elin said simultaneously, each giving a smile of their own.
"Yes, the past few days have been busy," Clare confirmed. "But it should be easier now that the Feast is over, so we've got some time now." She smiled. "I had a feeling Morgaine was up to something; I just didn't know what."
"I'm glad to have the break too," Elin said. "You're looking good yourself. Hope you're having a good Woomas. Although where's Rosalie? I thought she'd be with you."
Elin took a moment to ponder the question. Laurie didn't ask too often about the Shadows and the Shadow Council; in truth, he seemed avoidant, although given his history with the Shadows, she could guess why. But it was ages ago, and they'd already talked about what happened. Not that it mattered now.
"The Shadows... The work is good," Elin said. "We've had to handle a lot of issues in the past few months, but they seemed to work out okay. Although I guess if they don't, we'll have someone complain eventually."
She smiled. "It's a little hard sometimes, especially at first... But I like it, and what we've been doing."
Elin and Clare greet Laurie (Liou). Elin is surprised at the question about the Shadows, considering how avoidant Laurie had been about the topic, but she answers, saying that in spite of difficulties, she likes the job.
Pumpkin Ghostie (by Killix) Nocturne the elvish dragon (by Huntress) Lazuryl (Laz) the Gargoyle (by Killix)
"No matter whose fault it is, the consequences of too much alcohol are usually very much the same," Alain stated, though the tone of his voice and the smile creeping across his face betrayed his amusement. He continued to listen to Morgaine's story with all the enthusiasm and curiousity of a cat sneaking into a room forbidden to him. As his imagination added the details of the incident to what he already knew, that smile continued to grow wider. Finally, he gave up holding back and a soft, muted chuckle escaped from his lips, followed by a few louder peals of laughter.
"Sometimes I am thankful that magic is far rarer in Bern so such pranks are much harder to accomplish. But from what I gathered from my brother's letter that time, it was certainly quite an event. To know you were caught up in such mischief, Mrs. Braham, well, I will confess I wish I was there to see it," Alain's grin lasted for a moment before it faded and his hands shifted on his cane. "But putting my own personal amusement aside, I do hope that mage was caught. As funny as it seems, the chaos that one alcohol seller such as him could and did cause deserves a punishment. From what I gathered, he did not do much, if any permanent damage, but that was never guarateed."
He shrugged. "Say what you will about the...escapades me and Everett got involved in, at least we both reaped what we sowed. And our mischief, shall we say, did not cause anybody but ourselves much harm, unlike that mage. But," the smile returned to the Grand Duke's face. "If anything, it does make for a good story later."
Alain had heard the two girls approaching behind him but it was only when Lucinda directly addressed him did he finally turn around to acknowledge her. His shoulders briefly rose and fell in a shrug. "Nothing much, really. Me and Mrs. Braham are merely exchanging stories of things we have done while, to put it bluntly, inebriated," his eyes glimmered with amusement. "But I am sure it is a preferable option to the mistletoe. At least these stories are all in the past. Unless, of course-"
"I hope not, brother," Ambrose's voice was quiet but it was enough of an interruption to cut Alain's words off. "Especially given what we've brought. I would hate for us to cause chaos here of all places."
"We won't, Ambrose. If anything, you'll keep me out of trouble," Alain grinned and held out of his hand for the cloth-wrapped object that his brother held. "Or would you like to present it?"
"I shall. But you should explain what it is first," Ambrose said and unwrapped the cloth. Inside was a gleaming, clear bottle filled with an amber liquid. A cork was firmly planted in its neck.
"Funny you mentioned whisky, Mrs. Braham," Alain said with a chuckle. "I thought, since we came as such a large group, we should bring a present that more than just the hosts could enjoy. This is the finest whisky from Tersk," he smirked. "It is strong, but there shouldn't be enough to cause such drunkenness as we have been discussing, as long as everyone who wants gets a share."
Alain offers his thoughts on Party Capital to Morgaine(Shinko) before answering Lucinda's(Kristykimmy) question about what he was doing. It is then when Ambrose brings the present the Stallionbros brought: Bernian whisky. 8D Have fun, guys. (Anybody can have it)
Last Edit: Jan 23, 2015 11:01:59 GMT -5 by Celestial
“Hrm, we probably should make the rounds at some point, shouldn’t we?” Leif agreed. “But it can wait - everyone else seems to be busy enough, and I wouldn’t mind a chance to get some feeling back in my fingers first.” Even as he spoke, however, he was removing his heavy cloak. He really hoped he didn’t come off as sanctimonious or even just noticeably bright in the white halfcloak.
“Well, it’s a valid concern,” Leif said with mock-severity in response to Kirin’s comment about cavities. “I have to fulfill the 'mean old archmage' stereotypes, and baring my teeth at small children will hardly be as threatening if they’re full of holes… Then again, who else is going to remind me to be polite at formal occasions?” He sighed, but grinned. “I guess I’ll have to keep you around, cavities or not!”
He watched, curious, as Kirin retrieved a small box from beside his seat. Leif realized that it must be a present only a second or two before Kirin opened the box and showed him what was inside. Leif’s jaw dropped. “Kirin! This is beautiful!” He carefully picked the feather up out of the box, supporting the painted veins with just the tips of his fingers out of fear of bending them and cracking the paint. “Look at all these little details...I can even tell which one’s supposed to be Ayleth and which one’s Hadrian! And Forth looks amazing! ...How did you even do this, I didn’t know you could paint on feathers!” He placed it back in the box reverently, and gave Kirin a hug. “Thank you so much - it’s wonderful!
“And now, your turn - “ Leif reached into an inner pocket of his cloak, glad he’d made sure to be finished with Kirin’s present by today and to bring it along. Carefully, he removed an extra layer of cloth around the gift before setting it down and making sure the white linen around it fell open properly. A dragon figurine that looked as if it had been made out of white clay sat in the puddled fabric. “I didn’t make the dragon,” Leif admitted, “I had to buy it - but I did put some enchantments on it - the basic ‘don’t break if it falls off a shelf’ sort of ones, of course, but - well, go ahead and run your finger along it. Or just set your hand on it for a few seconds.”
Where Kirin’s hand touched, a trail of deep-blue paint would follow, the color gradually changing to lighter or darker shades with different pressures and heats. “The color is tied into the weather and the time of day,” Leif explained, “and different amounts of force and heat will shade it differently. I tried it with things like brushes, too - it took a bit of finagling, but I set up a spell to test for hair - and feathers as well, so if you wanted, you could use a brush or quill on it. And if you have your hand on the statue, and use a quill or brush, the spell that finds the weather and time of day gets caught on the quill or hair, and the time it was harvested, so sometimes it makes different colors.
“But if you don’t like part of it, or want to color it again…” Leif tapped the dragon’s tail with a finger, leaving a single blue dot, then lifted the edge of the cloth and wiped it away, leaving no trace of the color on either the cloth or the figure. “Linen will work, and so will silk - just be careful not to use fur or wool, it’ll just color the entire thing. ...Though maybe that would be interesting?” Leif shrugged. “I tried to make it so that you would have lots of way to experiment with it.” His gaze drifted to the painted feather in the box. “Considering you are clearly the artist here!” Leif reached out and almost touched the feather again, but restrained himself at the last minute. He absolutely didn’t want to damage it.
Leif turned back to Kirin with a smile. “Merry Woomas, Kirin.”
"You're always so efficient, Ms. Ryer," Laurie told Clare. "Even you weren't involved in the party planning? So I wasn't the only one. If she was plotting to surprise you too, I bet you'll have a riot of a time! I had no idea she could entertain so many guests - even of such high social standing, good 'Woo." He dropped his voice for that last bit, stealing a glance at the various nobles in the room.
"I've been glad for the break too", he said in response to Elin, "it was nice to spend time with my sisters. Oh, Rosalie is ill at the moment, she couldn't make it at all, poor thing! She'd been looking forward to coming with me for this party - actually, she may have been in on the secret planning, now that I think about it. Such a shame she had to miss it! I would have stayed to look after her, but she insisted that I come anyway, and... she can be quite insistent." He gave a fond little smile.
"I thought I would see you with Xavier too, by the way - I haven't spotted him in here, did he come? I hope that things are going well with him." Laurie couldn't refrain from trying to enquire about one of the sweetest couples around; he liked to see his friends having successful romances of their own.
He thought for a moment after listening to Elin's summary of the Shadows' situation. "Well... I just wanted to say, I'm always glad to hear when you and the Council manage to do something good for us. It's amazing, everything you've achieved since... the beginnings. We've had an easier time managing the old house, and I keep thinking you have something to do with it. We're thankful for all your effort."
Morgaine glanced up as Lucinda and Jeniver approached, smiling crookedly at them. "Thank you for your compliments, and hello to you as well, my ladies. Come to hear the wild tales of drunken revelry?"
With an amused shrug at Alain, she said, "Yes, the man was apprehended, and charged with reckless endangerment and misuse of magic. From what I understand there was some sort of legal hangup with regards to the actual selling of the disguised alcohol. I guess at the time it wasn't actually illegal to sell alcohol without saying it was alcohol. I don't suppose you know if the amended legislation addressing that went through or not, Ambrose?"
As the two Stallions revealed their offering, Morgaine laughed uproariously. "Oh, I should have seen that coming. I know we've plenty of people here who are strict about staying dry, but I'm certain your gift will be appreciated all the same. I might sample some later myself, though I'll definitely see to it that I don't overindulge. That's not in the plans for me for today."
Sieg, overhearing this, glanced at the bottle with a raised eyebrow. "I really hope not. Watch that stuff, Mama, it's... stronger than you probably think it is."
"Speaking from experience?" Morgaine asked, and the half-elf sighed.
"I was in Bern for five months last year," he pointed out dryly, though his face flushed somewhat at the indirect admission of guilt. Coughing, he turned back to Joffery. "So, erm, right, singing. It's the day of carols, so would you like to take a round singing with me? Since apparently," he glanced pointedly at Morgaine, who grinned back shamelessly. "My previous partner has decided to defect."
He cleared his throat, and stepping a few feet away so he could sing without interrupting the ongoing conversation, started to sing again.
"Don't get so busy that you miss Giving just a little kiss To the ones you love Don't even wait a little while To give them a little smile A little is enough
How many people are crying People are dying... How many people are asking for love"
He gestured at Joffery, inviting him to join in.
"Don't save it all for Woomas Day Find a way To give a little love everyday"
Post by Kristykimmy on Jan 27, 2015 20:05:21 GMT -5
Lucinda nodded, first at Morgaine and then at her grandfather, a wry smile crossing her face. “I had not expected you were talking about drunken revelries, but now I see why Great-Uncle Ambrose looks so troubled. He had not heard the story of King Starmey Eagle's wedding feast, I take it? Apparently, my father and his family was witness to quite a scene at that feast. All I can say is that it explained many things, such as why Lord Everett never looked quite pleased to see you, Grandfather.” The smile became a little more genuine. “It is a mildly amusing tale, though.”
She looked at the bottle Ambrose was showing as Alain explained what it was. “A pity Corinne isn't here. She would cry for joy,” she commented.
Lucinda stepped to the edge of the group, staying near enough to stay a part of the conversation, but also hear Joffrey and Seig sing.
Jeniver was a little confused as she joined the group, finding that they had been discussing drinking. She didn't understand the appeal of drinking, having gotten drunk once (very much without her parents' approval) and finding that it wasn't fun at all. She decided to ignore the conversation for now, turning to watch as Joffery went to sing with Sieg for a while.
Joffery was pleased with Sieg's choice of song. It was one he knew, and one of his favorites, to boot! He eagerly joined in on the song, singing along with the chorus before proceeding to the second verse.
"How could you wait another minute A hug is warmer when you're in it..."
"So, um, how have you guys been?" Jeniver asked, as the conversation and song started to wrap up. "I haven't seen you in a while."
“Why thank you,” Clare said. “Sometimes, Morgaine likes pulling little surprises like this on us; I enjoy them. Although yes, she seems to know a lot of nobles. It still surprises me, but then I still get surprised that Elin knows a lot of nobles.”
“Oh no,” Elin said with a frown. “Rosalie probably was in on the planning. I'm sorry to hear that she's sick. I hope she feels better soon.” She gave a small smile. “I guess she wanted you to have fun anyway. That's sweet of her.”
“As for Xavier,” Elin continued, “he's here. He just got up to do something. We're doing well. We've both been busy, especially after that rush of issues in the Council. But we've managed, and work has let up. Especially right now...”
At the mention of the Council's work, Elin blinked, feeling flattered at the sudden compliment. “Laurie I... thank you,” she said, giving a smile. “O-or you're welcome, rather. To hear that we're really helping, and that we're making things easier for... well, everyone... That's just wonderful, that things are finally working out right.”
As she finished speaking, she glanced over to another side of the room as she began to hear caroling. Clare smiled at it.
“Looks like they're starting up again,” Clare said.
“Singing well too,” Elin said. She looked up to Laurie again. “Were you thinking of singing anything tonight?”
Late response is late! Clare and Elin appreciate the compliments, Elin chatters about love life and is thrilled to hear about Laurie's improved living conditions. Clare and Elin overhear singing and Elin asks Laurie if he plans on singing later.
Pumpkin Ghostie (by Killix) Nocturne the elvish dragon (by Huntress) Lazuryl (Laz) the Gargoyle (by Killix)
Laurie had an adoring little smile when Elin confirmed that she was here with her Xavier. She seemed like such a busy girl; what a relief that her Council work hadn't impeded on her love life too much.
He had a thought for Rosalie, hoping that she wasn't too lonely and just resting with the cats, with enough handkerchiefs and enough to drink. She might need tea - but it wouldn't do to check on her in the middle of the party like that. Hopefully she was just asleep.
Laurie glanced at the source of the caroling discreetly from the corner of his eye, then looked at the singers more directly.
"They're so good," he whispered at the Ryers. "Oh my goodness, did you know that Sir Sieg Braham almost became a minstrel before going for knighthood? He certainly could have, what a talent!"
He got a better look at the second singer and gasped.
"That's Lord Joffery Jade singing with him, I can't believe it! I still remember when he sang at his own wedding, it was magnificent - well yes, you know that of course, you were both there. We've all seen a whole flock of nobles somehow, haven't we."
He turned back to Elin, fidgeting a little. "Oh, I don't know... why, did you want to sing? The song they're singing right now is so nice, I think I remember some of it - but they're so good, I wouldn't want to interrupt..."
He sang the next verse quietly at the same time as the duet, to warm up his voice, not worried that someone might hear him. That was the advantage of having so many people talking or laughing loudly.
(Wow, I hadn't realised how Laurie shipped Elivier) Laurie fangirls over Sieggy and Joff from a distance and dares to sing a little because he's not paranoid at the moment - quick, get him while his guard is down! *tags Gelquie* (If I need to contribute lyrics I'll add them later ^^; )
The bookkeeper returned Leif's hug earnestly, replying, "Oh, it's actually not as hard as you'd think. You just have to use very gentle brush strokes so as not to bend the feather barbs while painting on them. It took a few tries and wasted feathers to get the hang of it, but it was worth it to see you so happy."
Kirin brightened when Leif showed him the dragon figurine that was his gift. As Kirin ran his fingers down it, making it change color, and Leif explained how it would also react to fur or feathers to allow him to "paint" it in multiple colors at once, the bookkeeper's eyes practically glowed with excitement. "That's amazing, Leif, I can't imagine how much work that must have been! Thank you so much."
He set the dragon down gently, and then echoed Leif's earlier hug. "You spoil me so much," he remarked with amusement. "I start thinking I've seen everything and you keep finding new and amazing things to do with your magic that I never would have imagined."
As the two of them pulled apart again, there was another burst of song from Sieg and Joffery, and Kirin glanced around just in time to see Ambrose and Alain presenting their gift for the party- a bottle of Bernian whiskey. "Oh dear," Kirin remarked with a bemused chuckle. "I hope they make sure that gets spread around evenly to a lot of people, or things are going to get very hectic in a short while."