And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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Syeira

[child_of_bhaal]

Syeira has never actually been to a real ball. It may actually show in the way she wanders, taking all the sights in, half dazzled by all the costumes. Her own is practically straight out of a fantasy, black, dusky blue and silver, and reminiscent of a black bird. A raven to be specific. Her mask is not a mask, but a painted design that highlights her features, accented with red to help her hair not seem utterly out of place with her costume. And on her feet are what will seem to be shoes to most everyone, unless they look very closely.

[ooc: All her costume bits .

For Maglor

[child_of_bhaal]

[ooc: Last tag]

The offer of his arm gains him a pleased, flattered smile, and she slips her hand around the bend of his elbow.

"I never say no to real food, and I could certainly use a drink."

[bythewaves]

He smiles back and leads her to the table.

"I confess, I am puzzled by what they consider 'food' on the ships, as while I have certainly eaten worse, it was usually only from necessity! Is there anything here that catches your eye particularly?"

[child_of_bhaal]

"I certainly have opinions on the food Atroma provides, but I'm trying to stay in a festive mood, so I'll spare you them."

She glances around at the trays of food. "Do you think they have anything sweet? It's so rare to come across real confections."

[bythewaves]

He chuckles softly at that, looking almost startled at the fact that he can laugh.

"I have been here but a scant few days, but already I agree. Even the worst of my brothers could cook better!"

He considers the table thoughtfully and then nods towards one end. "There, you see? I think that looks like deserts. We are bound to find something sweet there."

[child_of_bhaal]

She likes making people laugh, and Maglor has a nice one. She'll need to try to do that again.

For now, sweets! And she follows his direction to the end of the table. She sees something that looks like a small cake, and goes for that. After a bite, she makes a noise that is poor sinful enjoyment. And then she remembers she has company.

She blushes up at Maglor, dabbing at her mouth with her free hand. "Forgive me. Sweets have always been a luxury."

[bythewaves]

He smiles at her, and shakes his head indulgently.

"I had young ones with a sweet tooth, once. If you wish it I can see if I can get ingredients to make honeycakes."

[child_of_bhaal]

Wow, that was a lot of information in only two small sentences. But she's voracious when it comes to learning about others, so that won't stop her at all.

"I'm going to ask you about your skills as a baker in a minute, but first: you have children?"

[bythewaves]

Pain shoots across his features briefly before he schools it to nothing more than wistful longing, and his voice never wavers.

"My mother taught me to bake. I never had children of my own, but I had the care for two, for a time."

[child_of_bhaal]

She sees the pain, because she's looking at him when it happens. If she'd glanced off, she'd have missed it, it's gone so quickly. To make up for causing it, she reaches out and touches his arm, squeezes gently.

"You loved them very much. I can tell."

For Arthur

[child_of_bhaal]

[ooc: Last tags]

"The dancing," she says with a smile. "The costumes are a close second though. I love seeing all the people dressed up. What about you?"

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Probably the costumes first, and the dancing second," he answers. "I admit, I do have a thing about dressing up."

[child_of_bhaal]

"Color me surprised." She is clearly not surprised. "Which ones do you like best? You can't say your own."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He laughs, looking around. "That peacock one. That man with the metallic tie and mask. Aaand..." His eyes return to her. "Well. You do look striking."

[child_of_bhaal]

Her smile turns wry. "You don't have to say that just because I'm sitting here. I'm not fishing for a compliment."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He smirks, amused. "Are you accusing me of being insincere?"

[child_of_bhaal]

"No, never that. I'm accusing you of being overly mannered."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Oh," he says, "Well, I suppose that might be true, but not in this case. You really have no idea how stunning you are?"

[child_of_bhaal]

It's been a while since she blushed. Maybe a whole hour! Arthur has corrected that rather neatly, but she's quite serious in expression.

"I'm not. Look," she gestures out to all the costumed people, ladies and gentlemen, all splendid in their finery. "There's far more dazzling things to look at than me."

For Felix

[child_of_bhaal]

[ooc: Last tags]

Compliments are usually difficult for her to accept, but tonight she had put a great deal of effort into her appearance, and it's nice to hear the work payed off. Still, her cheeks color a bit and her eyes cast down briefly.

"Thank you. I tried." Her intricate mask is painted on her face in a very specific design and decorated with sequences and false pearls. She did more than try. "To tell you the truth, this is my first party."

[lord_wizard]

He tilts his head, openly perplexed at the confession. The mentioned effort is obvious to him, and she wears it rather well to be new to the whole idea. While he might not to be the type to find her attractive on a personal level, he has a finely honed sense of aesthetics that can't argue with the effect.

"Really? Do you mean to say this is your first masquerade, or any kind of party at all?" She seemed far too outgoing a sort for that to be true.

[child_of_bhaal]

She may spend most her days in worn adventurer's clothes, but there is the soul of an actor and artist inside Syeira. She adores costumes and dress up about as much as anyone. Perhaps more so.

"Any party at all, I'm afraid. My upbringing was very..." What's a good word for it. "Secluded. But you look like you were born to this."

[lord_wizard]

The roll of his shoulder is only the suggestion of a shrug, his gaze dropping to the floor for only a moment. "Perhaps. You'd be surprised what can become second nature to you."

It could be accurate to say that he'd never been shy, but his appetite for attention was honed far before he stepped a toe into the Mirador.

"I imagine they don't hold many balls in libraries." It's a deliberate reference to some of what he already knows about her, or has inferred from the memories. It might have been that the library was merely a metaphor, but something about it seemed too specific to entirely the work of fiction.

[child_of_bhaal]

An odd reaction, that shrug and his gaze lowering, but it's gone quickly. Which doesn't mean it's nothing. It means that it's not something to talk about here, at a party where everyone is supposed to be having a good time. If it comes up another time, then maybe she can ask, if it feels right. Until then, she'll just pretend she didn't see it at all.

"Balls and parties of any sort tend to disturb the hushed studies, by which I mean, they held exactly none. Though I did see a real gypsy dance once, when they stayed on the fortress lands. I learned a lot from watching them, but it's not quite the same as being a part of things."

For Nami

[child_of_bhaal]

[ooc: Last tags]

"Me? Oh no. There's so many other people and costumes to see here, I'm just part of the crowd, I'm sure." Well her ability to be center of positive attention lasted longer than usual, but as expected, it comes to a quick end. Even though her presence has drawn some attention; when she danced with Maglor, and then again with Arthur. But that was because she'd been putting on a show of sorts. It couldn't be more than that.

"What about you?" Please let's talk about you, Nami. "Have you been enjoying yourself?"