Hallifax Centennial Refounding Festival Collectivist Ball
There was -a lot- more going on, but I cut it down to focus mostly on the dancers.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance looks upward at the sky briefly and then returns her gaze back to the assembled citizens with a welcoming smile.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Thank you all for coming here. I will keep this brief, after the issues that arose from the opening speech."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "The last few days, we as a city have celebrated the beauty and glory of our city with events commemorating our art, science, service, and strength."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "In the hundred years since Hallifax's refounding, we have come quite a long way. We have restored the Primary Generator, established four distinct and powerful guilds, and flourished under the guidance and Patronage of three wonderful Divinities."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Let us always remember from whence we have come."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "And let us always work together to ensure the glory of the Beacon of Harmony through the many centuries ahead."
With a broad smile, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And with that, let us commence with delicate nibbling on pastries, dancing, and other assorted revelries."
Portius applauds Irillia heartily.
Entrias applauds Irillia heartily.
Skye's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Yatrius applauds Irillia heartily.
Pejat applauds Irillia heartily.
Vivet applauds Irillia heartily.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris claps her hands with delight.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance raises her arms high in the air, and a great swirl of cool, crisp wind rushes around the periphery of the balcony, ruffling feathers and clothing in its wake.
You scoop up a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return.
You scoop up a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return.
You scoop up a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return.
You scoop up a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return.
You scoop up a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return.
You cast a suspicious eye about your surroundings.
You put a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return into a star-studded black
velvet backpack.
You put a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return into a star-studded black
velvet backpack.
You put a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return into a star-studded black
velvet backpack.
You put a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return into a star-studded black
velvet backpack.
You put a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return into a star-studded black
velvet backpack.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "By all means, take some home."
Entrias gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.
Sarafine's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to you, "Please do save some for me to acquire."
Zyphora gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Sarafine says to you, "Someone really likes cake?"
You say, "I need food for later."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Poor Exemplar Shevat. He never eats at home."
Slightly scoldingly, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "High Exemplar, you have been collecting food all through the festival. Surely you must have more than enough."
You say, "The Geomancers don't let me stockpile much."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris laughingly says to you, "I understand that I am beholden to you as indentured servant now?"
You say to Zyphora, "That is correct."
Entrias tilts his head curiously.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Zyphora, "Did the Exemplar buy your contract in the auction?"
With humour tinging her tone, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to you, "I see. I look forward to Collectivist servitude."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris laughingly says to Entrias, "Reportedly so."
Showing that he understands, Entrias nods his head slowly.
The corners of Zyphora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
You say, "I have purchased two individuals."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "It's a pity the auction didn't go on longer. I wanted to offer my own services."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to Portius, "Have you already performed your lecture, cousin?"
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Zyphora, "I have."
Entrias lifts his eyebrow slightly, curious.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to Portius, "Ah! I am sorry that I missed it."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Zyphora, "Quite alright. It is recorded, after all."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris claps her hands delightedly as best as she can with teacup in hand. "Wonderful, I shall have to watch it later."
You say, "Hmm hmm."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says to Maellio, "It is a pleasure to see you, Magistrate. I'm afraid we sorely missed your presence at some of the other events."
You say, "So, I suppose there should be dancing."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Truly, Exemplar, there should. Shall you start us off?"
You say, "Hmm no."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Zyphora, "Unfortunately unavoidable, but circumstances that have since been corrected."
You say to Zyphora, "As your first order, you shall dance with your husband."
Entrias beams broadly.
Turning from Shedrin to Entrias, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "Why, yes, I would enjoy obeying that order."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer dips into a low bow, grinning widely at Zyphora. "Shall we, my love?" he murmurs, offering Zyphora his arm.
With amusement as she takes his arm, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris murmurs to Entrias, "As demanded by the High Exemplar."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer walks Zyphora to the centre of the floor, stepping in close once arriving.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to you, "Ah, Exemplar, you make me regret not bidding on any citizens during the auction myself. I see the pleasures of having indentured servants to order about now."
You say, "Quite so."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Perhaps the Minister can dance with Skye?"
Skye chuckles long and heartily.
Shifting Current Skye says, "I wouldn't refuse a celebratory dance, if somebody needs a partner."
Shifting Current Skye says, "Although I'm also rather content to watch."
Extending her hand, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to Skye, "In that case, may I ask you for a dance? If only so that the Chancellor and High Scion do not feel too lonely upon the dance floor."
Irillia looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
Shifting Current Skye says to Irillia, "It would be my pleasure, Minister."
With soft laughter, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris murmurs to Entrias, "Lead, love?"
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer nods to Zyphora, spinning to the side slowly and leading her in a circle. Sure, even steps lead the two in a waltz, holding each other close as they softly converse between themselves.
Shifting Current Skye bows, offering his hand to Irillia.
Quirking an eyebrow in her direction, Sarafine asks Vivet, "Perhaps, Primus?"
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance lays her hand gently into Skye's and follows Skye near the centre of the balcony.
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "So long as I am not to lead."
Sarafine says to Vivet, "As long as you don't expect it to be any good."
Skye sweeps Irillia across the floor, dazzling Irillia with his footwork.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris follows Entrias's lead, stepping back gracefully as he steps forward. She mirrors his movements flawlessly, her skirts whispering with movement across the lambent, crystalline floor.
Sarafine bows down to Vivet and extends her hand. "May I have this dance then, Primus?"
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles admiringly at Skye's footwork as she is whirled about in a sweeping dance, her slippers flashing from beneath her skirts as she attempts to keep pace with Skye's dazzlingly swift steps.
Primus Vivet Pavok gives a low bow, before offering her hand.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer glances at Irillia and Skye from the corner of his eye, and a slight frown caresses his lips. Picking up the pace, he twirls Zyphora in a slight pirouette, pulling away to spin her before closing back in.
Sarafine takes the extended hand and offers with it a smile, leading Vivet unto the dance floor. Twirling ever so gracefully, her gown lifts off the floor for an instant before settling back down again. "I congratulate you, Hallifax. These celebrations have so far outperformed those of Gaudiguch." She says, a hint of relief in her voice.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris emits a melodic peal of laughter, spinning quickly back into Entrias's arms. "Where did you learn that?" she laughs breathlessly, gliding smoothly across the floor with the copper-crested trill in perfect circles.
Shifting Current Skye steps to and fro in succinct steps across the floor. As he and Irillia dance an ever more elaborate dance, the pair takes a slight leap into the air, where they remain, dancing upon the air.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer smiles softly at Zyphora, his face glowing with exertion as he moves her around the dance floor. "Oh, you know." he whispers, eyeing Skye again. "I picked it up somewhere."
Primus Vivet Pavok follows Sarafine's movements with crisp, even turns and closely matched steps.
Sarafine's other hand lays to rest upon Vivet's arm, indicating for her to reciprocate. Leading into the waltz, she slows the pace down of the dance considerably, making sure that every single step is perfect.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance gasps slightly and takes a deep breath as Skye guides her higher into the air. A moment later, a swift breeze swirls around her feet and she breathes more easily, her steps gliding across empty air as she moves in a steady, graceful 3/4 beat.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax tries and fails to stifle a sigh and a roll of the eyes.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "Let it never be said that the Aeromancers dance in a properly restrained manner."
Her cheeks slightly flushed, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to Skye, "Oh, my! You are quite the dancer! I did not expect to take to the skies in such musical fashion."
Primus Vivet Pavok mirrors the gesture, allowing her fingers to come to rest with barely discernible pressure while her eyes shift quickly to watch the change in tempo and footwork.
Chuckling, Shifting Current Skye says to Irillia, "Believe me, Minister, I'm a bit surprised myself. You cannot account for what the music might inspire you to do!"
A sense of warm serenity settles upon the surroundings as Daraius strides in from the down.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer glances at the ground, appearing almost worried before looking back to Zyphora. "I suppose not!" he chuckles, returning to his twirling and whirling across the dance floor.
Faltering for a moment in the midst of a step, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Father! Greetings, and welcome."
Sarafine glances to the other dances, a look of amusement across her face. "My, my. Now, part of me wants to compete...the other part is content with being as we are. What do you think, O'partner of mine?"
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance's wings beat the air at a quickened pace, as she continues gliding in sweeping circles a few feet above the air.
Shifting Current Skye allows himself more freedom with his steps, twirling in the air, his legs fully parallel to the ground, as he spins around Irillia. He returns to Irillia's level and continues the swift dance.
Primus Vivet Pavok politely inclines her head towards Daraius before returning her attention to Sarafine, answering, "I tend not toward such inclinations, but should you wish it, I would not be offended if you sought a more adventerous partner."
Murmuring into Zyphora's ear, Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Where are our daughters, they're missing this."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris tosses her crest of feathers vainly, laughing as she does so. Raising her hand, colourful motes of sunlight collect about her hand, trailing in the couple's wake as she and Entrias quicken their pace through the air. "Cousin!" she calls over to Irillia. "If you wish to compete with us, you must call upon your inner Scion!"
Turning quickly back to Entrias with a sad smile, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "I'm afraid I do not know. We shall have to regale them with tales of the ball so that they ensure they do not miss the next."
Sarafine smiles and shakes her head. "Oh, no, Primus. I am quite content with the partner I have, besides...I wouldn't want to make everyone else look bad." She does, however, dip Vivet down, quickly pulling her back up before twirling her around in her arms.
Calling upward to Zyphora, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to Zyphora, "Ah, my dear Zyphora, I could not possibly attempt to compete with you. We two merely add to the beauty and harmony of the Collective with our disparate dances!"
Primus Vivet Pavok gives a sudden, brief flap of her wings to steady herself, before nonchalantly falling back into rhythm once more with a sharp nod, murmuring, "Yes, that's probably for the best."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer hoists Zyphora in his arms, twirling her through the air as if weightless.
Sarafine (Letting out a soft giggle) makes a point of not letting go of Vivet for an instant, making sure to steady her every so often. Following the beat of the music, she gracefully leads her into the dance. "Perhaps next time, eh?"
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance gently disengages from Skye's arms and steps back onto terra firma, letting out an audible sigh as her skirts brush the crystalline balcony's surface.
Primus Vivet Pavok smooths her steps into gliding motions as she considers, replying, "All in due time."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer draws back from Zyphora, pulling her towards the ground with reluctance. "Perhaps we should mingle, beloved." he whispers, glancing about.
Shifting Current Skye chuckles and lands, bowing to Irillia.
Shifting Current Skye says to Irillia, "Minister, it was a pleasure. Thank you."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says to Skye, "It was a great pleasure for me as well. I hope that we may share another dance again."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says to Skye, "Though do warn me before you begin taking to the skies next time!"
Skye grins sheepishly, a faint blush in his cheeks.
Shifting Current Skye says to Irillia, "Of course. I was, let's say, caught up in the moment."
Sarafine gives a soft smile to Vivet, twirling her neatly, disengaging her grip upon her hand at the very end of the twirl. With a slight bow, she says, "It was a pleasure to dance with you, Primus."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer sneaks up behind Tisianna, nudging at her. "Care to dance with your old man?" he asks.
Irillia flashes Skye a joyous smile.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper blinks owlishly as she looks to Entrias, a slow smile touching her lips as she answers, "I would love to, Father." With that, she slips her hand into his, fanning her wings absently.
Primus Vivet Pavok responds with a low bow before returning rather abruptly to her tea.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer pulls Tisianna to the side of the dance floor, moving in slow, orderly steps. Dancing by Zyphora, he murmurs to her, "Go dance, love."
Shifting Current Skye fashions himself a small cushion of air along the side of the floor and sits himself upon it, taking measured breaths and watching the festivities.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance gazes thoughtfully at the assembled gathering over the lip of her tea cup, and a mischievous smile curves the corners of her lips upward.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper's face skews up in concentration as she watches the steps. Her movements finally bleed into some semblance of gracefulness as she gives a little skip, a wide smile touching her lips. "Have you been dancing with Mother overlong, Father?" she questions Entrias quietly.
Brilliant ribbons of light coalesce into the beauteous figure of Isune, the Aesthete, welcomed by a grand crescendo of the music present.
Portius kneels and raises his hands and then sinks low to the ground before Isune, dealing obeisance.
You say, "Aha."
Sarafine curtseys gracefully before Isune.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to you, "I have no doubt that you possess at least the grace of an experienced warner, if not a dancer... oh, Lady Isune!"
Vivet bows respectfully to Isune.
Radiant as the dawn, Zyphora languidly raises a hand skyward, motes of twinkling sunlight scattering from her fingertips.
Irillia curtseys gracefully before Isune.
Entrias bows respectfully to Isune.
Wuylinfe, the Wayward Fantasist bows politely to Isune, hands clasped together, with a slight incline of his head.
Maellio bows respectfully to Isune.
Pejat jumps in fright.
Yatrius bows respectfully to Isune.
Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "Ooh."
Daraius Shevat bows his head politely to Isune.
Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Telal bows respectfully to Isune.
Sarafine says to Isune, "Greetings, Lady Aesthete."
Telal curtseys gracefully before Isune.
Pejat bows respectfully to Isune.
Telal blushes furiously.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "I am, as always, honored by Your most beautious presence, Lady."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "I hope I have not arrived too fashionably late, dear ones."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer laughingly says, "Emphasis on the fashionable, and not as much on the late. Welcome, Lady Aesthete."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says, "Ah, so Zvoltz has been bragging about His talents, I see."
Glancing upon the gem wistfully, Isune, the Aesthete says, "He can be rather endearing, though I find it most unkind of Him to have left Me here without a partner. It is ever so difficult to waltz without one."
You say, "Hmm hmm."
Telal tilts her head and listens intently to Isune.
You say, "Clearly you should dance with the Minister."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer laughingly says, "Citizens, let's not crowd Lady Isune."
Acknowledging your point to be true, Entrias nods his head gravely at you.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says, "There is an abundance of unmatched dancers here, if You do not mind a mortal partner in His place."
Isune's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper gives a little laugh, her sweetbriar eyes bright as her wings fan. "I think I almost have this one learned," she confides to Entrias.
Isune, the Aesthete laughingly says, "Oh, it is not My opinion I believe a mortal should be fearing, but the Architect's."
You say, "I am sure the Lord Architect would not touch one of Your servants."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "But Lady, He was most excruciatingly polite about the whole affair when I last danced with you!"
Isune lifts Her eyebrow slightly, curious.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Perhaps, my Lady, You should dance with the Librarian, whom You taught so well. It is only right that the teacher should see Her pupil's progress."
Pressing a finger to Her lips in thought, Isune, the Aesthete says, "You and I remember that most differently."
Shifting Current Skye says to Isune, "Or, Lady, you could take the floor with an Avatar of His."
You say to Skye, "That would be dangerous."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "I survived, Lady, without so much as a scratch. That seems polite to me!"
Airily, Isune, the Aesthete says to you, "Is it not a trait of a Zvoltzian to pursue danger?"
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer smiles and says, "Perhaps Lady Isune can dance with Her High Scion?"
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Only of the Lord's Justicars, Lady Isune."
You say, "We do not pursue danger for danger's sake."
Isune, the Aesthete says, "Ah, but the High Scion has her husband present, and I shan't take anyone's partner from them."
Colouring deeply, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "Ah! Even I am not worthy of dancing with the Lady Aesthete."
Isune gives Irillia a pained sigh.
To herself, Isune, the Aesthete sighs, "I do believe at this rate, I shall be dancing with Volucer, who I am afraid has two left talons."
Laughingly, Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Not at all, Lady Aesthete. I am dancing with my daughter at the moment."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "My Lady, it is for You to choose whom You honour with Your partnership in dance. We, as mere mortals, can only offer suggestions."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "Indeed, Lady. We are ever Yours to command."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper smiles pleasantly, her gaze falling to the ground as she begins to count steps once more.
Turning to Irillia with a smile, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "I will not hesitate to extend an invitation to dance with Her Renaissance."
Whispering, Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Tisianna, "Perhaps one of these fine young men can dance with you, dear."
Extending her hand in the Cadenza's direction, Sarafine asks Telal, "Perhaps I could have the next dance, Cadenza?"
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper gives a quiet laugh as she looks to Entrias, retorting, "Perhaps, Father. I am not the best dancer there is here, however. They could find much more suitable partners."
Isune purses Her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as She carefully gathers Her thoughts.
(The Lawgivers): You say, "I suppose, Shaper, that you will have to dance with the Lady Aesthete."
Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says to Sarafine, "Oh! Well, I don't really know how to dance. I also tend to be horribly clumsy."
(The Lawgivers): Maellio says, "Eh?"
(The Lawgivers): You say, "Unless our Lord shall decide to make His appearance."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says to Portius, "Then come, My Weaver, and let Us once more take to the waltz."
(The Lawgivers): You say, "Represent us well, Shaper."
(The Lawgivers): Maellio says, "It would appear the Lady has decided otherwise."
Half to herself, triumphantly, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Aha! I knew my suggestion was the best one."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to Irillia, "Dearest Irillia, will you dance with me? I do not like to see you without a partner in the midst of such festivities."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "As You wish, Lady, although I have often been told it is the masculine part to do the asking. As such, my most glorious Lady, may I ask You for the boon of a dance?"
(The Lawgivers): Maellio says, "It would be improper to contradict Her decision."
(The Lawgivers): You say, "You must merely wait for an opportune moment."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says to Zyphora, "Dear Zyphora, you are the soul of gracious courtesy. I could no more refuse a dance with you than refuse a breath of air or sip of fine tea."
Curtseying most elegantly, Isune, the Aesthete says to Portius, "I should be most delighted, Marquis Windwhisper."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "I am pleased to hear that, Lady. My heart sings with joy!"
(The Lawgivers): Maellio says, "Even in the event of such a circumstance, I am not much one for dancing for all my talents. I am, as one might say, old and fat."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax positions himself in front of Isune and drops into a rather overly embellished bow.
(The Lawgivers): You say, "And I am a lucidian."
(The Lawgivers): You say, "This does not bode well."
Amusedly, Sarafine says to Telal, "I can lead, dear Cadenza, and I am sure you aren't that bad."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "If I may lay my hands upon Your divine person, Lady?"
(The Lawgivers): Maellio says, "And I have used my shift for the month, so I am also bound to this particular form."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris takes Irillia's hand gently, leading the silver-winged trill to the centre of the dance floor. She takes a step back and curtseys deeply, lifting her head briefly to grin impishly at her new partner.
Isune, the Aesthete lets Her hand fall lightly into Portius's grip, the very picture of elegance as She allows him to lead Her about the room with a romantic swish of Her skirt.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax entirely fails to hide a smile as he gently pulls Isune into an elegant spin.
Isune, the Aesthete laughs delightedly as She twirls, the motes about Her wings casting light upon Her surroundings, rippling like watercolour on the aether.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "You know, Lady, this is the second time I have found myself dancing with You. It is a rare pleasure."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance returns Zyphora's curtsey with sweeping, extravagant grace. Straightening, she gently clasps Zyphora's hands in hers and moves in dainty, measured steps of a courtly pavane.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "You should make a habit of dancing with Yours."
With pride, Isune, the Aesthete says to Portius, "You have improved since I saw you last. Shall I attribute this to your cousins or your bride?"
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "I have not had the pleasure of dancing with my wife, Lady."
Amused as the waltz continues, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Then more is the pity, for she is the one you must impress, not I."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "SHe has already married me, Lady. The need to impress her has passed."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "I did that with a book rather than a dance, at any rate."
Temporal Conscript Audric tilts his head to one side, observing the goings on for a time. He walks across the balcony after his extended period of silence, offering a polite half-bow to Tisianna and asking with an extended hand shortly after, "I see you've not a partner. Would you care for one?"
Casting a glance at Portius, Isune breaks out into unexpected laughter, which is stifled belatedly by Her hand.
Covering Her mouth with Her hand, Isune, the Aesthete says to Portius, "Oh, Portius, darling. Your naivete is most endearing."
Sarafine waltzes onto the balcony with Telal, holding onto her arm with her other hand as she sweeps across the floor with her foot work.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "I am happy to please You, Lady, but I fail to see what I said that was so naive."
Entrias grins mischievously at Portius.
You say, "A husband's work is never done."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says, "Simply because one is married, does not necessarily mean that courtship itself has ended."
Acknowledging Isune's point to be true, Entrias nods his head gravely at Her.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "Well then, perhaps I should dance with You so wonderfully that rumors of it reach her, and she can think of nothing but dancing with me, day and night!"
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper blinks widely to Audric, a shy smile touching her lips as she glances to his hand. "I'd like that," she states quietly, slipping her hand into his own with a somewhat clumsy curtsey.
Telal, Cadenza Harmonia attempts to follow the intricate moves of the dance, her wings flitting out whenever she thinks she is losing her balance.
Eyes sparkling, Isune, the Aesthete says, "I do not know if I would make a habit of dancing wonderfully with women who are not your wife, however."
Irillia laughs melodically at Portius.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax swings Isune into a most elaborate spin as the conversation continues.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "Oh, I hardly think she would object to me dancing with You, Lady."
Isune, the Aesthete's wings unfold in a magnificent display, the colours catching rays of early dawn as She moves with languid grace.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says to Portius, "Hmm, then I suppose there is no harm in it."
Sarafine slips her arm around Telal's waist to stop her from falling as she lets her come to within two inches of the floor. After sharing a smile, she pulls her back up and lifts her ever so slightly into the air; twirling her graciously while airbourne.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "Besides, I must dance magnificently if I am not to disgrace Your order, and You by association."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "Which reminds me. The Aeromancers were flaunting their techniques in a most tasteless way. I believe I must show them how a proper gentleman shows off his skills."
Glancing over Her shoulder, Isune, the Aesthete says to Vivet, "Yes, Primus, do dance a bit. You've a lovely knack for precision that would be a shame to see wasted."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris sharply glances towards Audric and Tisianna, a vague frown crossing her features before she turns again to Irillia and smiles, any trace of displeasure banished from her expression. She sweeps Irillia into a stately spin about the floor, gently cradling the other's waist as they dance.
'Oh?' Isune exclaims quizzically at Portius.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax draws himself closer to Isune in a seamless motion, slipping a gem into Isune's headfeathers before drawing back.
Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Isune, the Aesthete laughingly says, "I believe the way to a woman's heart is not in treating her like a drawer in her boudoir."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "But I do appreciate the sentiment, dear one."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "I merely meant to demonstrate, Lady, that a gentleman should hint at his talents with some degree of subtlety."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "They should not float about the air like leaves on the wind. It lacks restraint."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance leans forward in the midst of the spin, her cheek just brushing against Zyphora's, as both their feet flicker in intricate patterns across the floor. Her eyes gently fall closed as the melody inspires her to extend her arms, whirling Zyphora in another elegant spin at arm's length.
Isune, the Aesthete adjusts the gemstone absently, Her touch causing it to glow with starry incandescence.
Conversationally, Isune, the Aesthete says to Portius, "If I did not know better, My Weaver, I would say you are jealous of the Aeromancers present."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "Nonsense, Lady. Mine is the art and science of the perfect crystal, the elegance of the gemstone. What is there for me to envy in the fleeting, shapeless air?"
Temporal Conscript Audric flashes a winsome smile at Tisianna, drawing her out onto the floor a touch further. He takes her other hand in his, resting it atop his shoulder while keeping hold of the other carefully, and asks curiously, "Do you know how to waltz? I'm the devil at it, but it's the one I know."
Isune, the Aesthete folds Her hands once more about Portius's waist, eyes sparkling as She continues to behold the proceedings.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "And it is so, Lady. What greater extravagance is there than dancing with a Goddess?"
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper smiles shyly, her sweetbriar gaze falling to the ground momentarily before she answers in soft reply, I learned from my Grandfather, yes. Her gaze not quiet lifting to Audric, she continues, Youre doing a lovely job. I. Ah - I do not believe I caught your name? She offers, Mine is Tisianna.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "Although I suppose by addition we might come to the conclusion that the answer to my question is to dance with two Goddesses, but that seems unwise."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles with a wink and says to Portius, "The extravagant generosity of a God, who allows you to dance with Her."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "I would be shocked if He did not permit it."
Drily, Isune, the Aesthete says, "I wouldn't."
Temporal Conscript Audric tilts his head to catch Tisianna's gaze, responding with a smile, "You've a lovely name." He carefully leads her into a slow waltz, watching his footwork for a moment before he looks back up. "Audric," comes the Viscanti's response, the corner of his mouth curving up a touch further.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles, gently letting go of her partner's hands and stepping away, yet facing her. She presses her right hand against Irillia's raised one before they turn in clockwise fashion about each other. "Do you know the minuet, Irillia?" she inquires.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "But, Lady, perhaps I should allow You to dance with another before they all grow jealous of my extremely good luck in sharing this dance with You?"
Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "I wouldn't want them to grow jealous and for that to spread discord throughout the Collective."
Isune, the Aesthete says, "Any who wish to dare the Architect's rage are welcome to."
Maellio exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.
(The Lawgivers): You say, "This is your chance, Shaper."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Isune, "Then I disengage, Lady, in the hopes of avoiding the envy of my peers and possibly gracing this ball with His most explosive form of artistry."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Lady Isune, I have been... elected to ask You for this dance."
Isune, the Aesthete finishes Her dance with a regal curtsey, turning to Maellio with a curious smile.
Amused, Isune, the Aesthete says to Maellio, "Elected?"
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance draws an apprehensive step and instinctively looks down at her feet before replying, "A minuet? I may perhaps remember." She holds out their linked hands wide and whispers, "It begins like this, yes? We face each other, then turn back and curve..."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "A turn of phrase, fitting as it were."
To Herself, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Gracious, so this is how it feels to be a bill in the Boardroom."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I must apologize in advance, I am not much of a dancer. Nor have I done so in... many years."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper gives a quiet laugh as she glances up to Audric, her voice hushed as she replies, "Thank you." Stepping lightly, the trill allows her wings to languidly flare, slowing the tempo somewhat as she spins with Audric. "I do not believe I have seen you away before," she hazards shyly to him.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Isune's lips as She glances at Maellio.
Glancing down at himself, Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Nor would I have chosen this particular body, in terms of grace."
Extending a hand to him, Isune, the Aesthete says to Maellio, "Come, then. You Zvoltzians forget that as much as emotion guides the dance, so too does logic and geometric precision."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says, "You have talents you fear using."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance flutters her cloud-grey wings as she continues a curving figure of the minuet, crossing the dance floor and delicately, even gingerly executing a three-quarter spin.
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer reaches out, taking Isune's hand delicately in his paw, falling into the step of a simple waltz.
Isune, the Aesthete's hand alights gently upon Maellio's shoulder, as She falls into step with the rhythmn of the music.
Tilting Her head curiously, Isune, the Aesthete says to Maellio, "Nostalgia? Howso?"
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris murmurs in hushed tones, "Yes, I think this is it," following Irillia's direction and gliding her feet sideways. "It has been so long since I have studied this." They sweep diagonally across the floor, Zyphora wheeling Irillia about gracefully, merriment introducing itself to their cautious dancing.
Temporal Conscript Audric answers Tisianna with a nod of his horned countenance, "I have not been. Not much, at least." He seems momentarily distracted by her wings, blinking slowly and almost stumbling before he recovers. "Though I've not seen you about, either, truth be told." His smile turns a touch clever, the Viscanti remarking smoothly, "I'd have remembered."
Dancing the pair of Divine and Gentlehound slowly across the balcony, Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "There have been... in truth... few dances through the waking history of Hallifax."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance lets out an involuntary giggle as she follows Zyphora's revolving steps, falling into a languorous, elegant orbit around Zyphora as the music spirals around them.
Easily pivotting in suit, Isune, the Aesthete says to Maellio, "A strange thought, for dances have been common here since I first beheld the jewelled city."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I am reminded of the very first, which truly never occurred, but it was very integral to my first days in the City. A series of dances, produced by individuals and partners, to be presented to the City."
Breezily, Isune, the Aesthete says to Maellio, "Do continue, Magistrate. It is most unbecoming to allow one a prologue to a story, then refrain from its conclusion."
Quickening the pace of dance and story as he finds his footing, Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "It was arranged by a good friend of mine, a trill of eventual great renown, at in its arrangement I came to better know my wife."
Ciaran Pavok whispers to Isune, "Is Volucer busy?"
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper blinks owlishly to Audric, her expression uncertain as a hint of red tinges either of her cheeks. Making an absent motion with her hand, she replies quietly, "I keep to my thoughts if I can help it." Continuing to spin slowly, her sweetbriar gaze momentarily flicks to Zyphora before turning back to Audric, her hand once more resting upon his shoulder as she waltzes. "Someday I will have to learn my Mother's grace at dances," she remarks with a smile.
Waving a hand behind Her as She dances, Isune, the Aesthete says, "I don't invite him to parties, if that is what you are asking. He has a habit of embarrassing himself."
Chuckling, Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Such complicated plans were however, due to circumstance, forgotten. As they tend to be."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says to Maellio, "I commend you on building tension, but must say you leave a very disappointing resolution to your tale."
Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says to Isune, "Who is Volucer, Lady Isune? I seem to be unable to find any information."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Then I must offer a better denoument."
Isune, the Aesthete intones, "Someone define Volucer."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Volucer is a bird of honor and integrity, and the best man at my wedding."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "A truly noble creature, if somewhat inelegant. A fine comrade."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance's skirts flap and trail about her legs as she and Zyphora complete their gliding rotations and begin to glide sideways along one edge of the balcony, their steps matching each other's in flowing synchronicity.
Isune, the Aesthete laughingly says, "You are all flatterers. He has charmed you all most dreadfully."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris guides Irillia in slow, languid circles, suppressing a smile as she gazes at the other. She says to Irillia, "Are you ready?" She gives the silver-crested trill but a scant second to answer before dipping the other close to the ground with a romantic sweep of her arm. She laughs merrily, keeping her there for a few moments.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "We are, certainly. But others might not be. Volucer, however, certainly is."
You say, "He is not an owl."
Isune, the Aesthete sighs slightly, but appears rather amused.
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer's eyes tinge with blue as aeonic currents begin to collect and flow about him and Isune.
Glancing up, Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "If You don't mind, a bit of a parlour trick?"
Snapping Her fingers, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Blame yourselves if he ruins something."
Isune tilts Her head back slightly and warbles a quiet melody which resonates harmoniously through the air.
An uneven portal rips open the air and a falcon of massive proportions flutters through on unreliable wings before the rift snaps shut once more.
Volucer's ears perk up with a sudden interest.
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Or a bit of paradox."
Volucer says, "What's going on?"
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Volucer, "A ball, comrade."
Primus Vivet Pavok says to Volucer, "A ball."
Utterly entranced, Volucer emits a long "Ooooh."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Volucer, "We're having a ball. Would you like some cake and dancing?"
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance lets out a breathless laugh as she tilts backwards and downwards, her eyes shining as they meet Zyphora's gaze and her lips curving into the softest, most wistful of smiles. "Ah, my dear Zyphora, were that we could dance thus for far, far longer."
Loudly, as he looks up at Isune, Volucer says, "Oh, a -ball-. One of those things I -never- get to go to."
Isune, the Aesthete ignores Volucer as She continues to waltz, the very picture of indifferent elegance.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer whispers to Volucer, "A pity. I bet you're an amazing dancer of the tango."
Volucer blinks a few times, murmuring the word 'tango' to himself until he decides he likes it.
Straightening himself up, Volucer says to Entrias, "Uh, yeah. The best at tango."
Isune rolls Her eyes.
Entrias beams broadly.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax wearily rubs at his temples.
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance withdraws reluctantly from Zyphora's arms and turns to smile at Volucer and the rest of the gathering.
Temporal Conscript Audric flicks a glance toward Zyphora briefly before returning his dark gaze to Tisianna. Tilting his head faintly to the other side, he observes her features briefly before remarking, "I daresay you're much more graceful than I. I tend to fake it as I go along." He takes a quick step to the side, lifting the her hand yet within his to spin her in a slow spiral before looking rather pleased with himself. "What do you think on most oft?"
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer chuckles as he continues to lead Isune across the balcony, yet with every few steps a ghostly pair of dancers is left behind for but a moment, air tinged with ozone and the blue of aeonics.
With a faint, wistful smile, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "I am afraid that I must depart, my fellow citizens. Fair winds, and may you enjoy the rest of the ball and the closing of the Refounding Festival."
Irillia curtseys gracefully.
You say to Irillia, "Fair winds."
Isune, the Aesthete says to Irillia, "A most lovely ball, dear."
Isune leans close to Irillia and gently lays a kiss upon her forehead.
Ioni inclines his head politely to Irillia.
Irillia curtseys gracefully.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax mutters, "This cann.. possibly e.. well."
Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to Isune, "Thank You, my Lady."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Isune, "... it would seem my nostalgic parlour tricks are nothing in the face of Your lovely bird."
Isune, the Aesthete laughingly says to Maellio, "I do believe the Keeper of the Architect prefers My falcon to Me."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Isune, "It is a trait inherent to most birds, that they are instantly the centre of attention in any room."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says to Maellio, "Hmm, clearly I ought to have arrived in a very different form."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper appears amused at the notion, replying softly, "I am not nearly so graceful as others. I dare say you're a flatterer." Pulling her wings tightly to her back as she's spun gently, a pleasant smile touches the trill's lips as she falls into step once more with Audric. Her lips purse at the question, her timbre yet quiet as she answers, "Dreams. I like to paint them." Smiling softly, she adds, "Beautiful dreams."
You say, "Hmm, like a chicken suit?"
A startled laugh escapes Isune's lips, which is quickly stifled as Her hand moves to politely cover Her mouth.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Your abject beauty and wit overrides any avian charm in the room, Lady Isune."
Muttering darkly, Volucer says, "Chickens aren't so great. Falcons, on the other hand."
You say, "Certain chickens might take offense to that."
Gentle laughter leaving Her lips, Isune, the Aesthete says to Entrias, "Your silver-tongue marks you as one of My order indeed, Entrias."
Volucer says to you, "Yeah, well, I'd like to see a chicken fly up here."
Volucer lets out an indignant "hmph!"
Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "I wonder if the chicken could even get up the walkway to the city proper."
Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "Probably fall off the side."
Primus Vivet Pavok says to you, "I would pick a penguin suit over that of a chicken, I think."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to Vivet, "Perhaps a penguin skin suit, but not one that actually resembles a penguin."
Entirely complimentary, Volucer says to Vivet, "You would be a beautiful penguin.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris stifles a laugh with the back of her hand.
Isune, the Aesthete lets out a sigh that is too delicate to be a groan."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer leads Isune in a slow spiral, around the balcony and through the assembled guests, leaving their aeonic phantoms to drift through the assembled as they waltz centreward.
Amusedly, Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Thank you."
Temporal Conscript Audric emits a soft laugh at Tisianna's accusation, though the corner of his mouth curves up a touch more. "I do my best," he admits with some amusement. Stepping carefully so as to avoid treading on any toes, he inquires soon after, "Dreams of what?"
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Isune, "My compliments are ham-handed at best, but I'm honoured You are at least moderately happy with them."
Isune waves Her hand dismissively.
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Isune, "We do try so to entertain, neh, we small mortals."
Eyeing Volucer with a soft laugh, Isune, the Aesthete says, "And you are so easily entertained in turn."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "When one is small, one takes comfort in the small things."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper offers a vague shrug in response, her sweetbriar gaze falling to the ground. "All sorts of things," she replies simply to Audric. "I will show you one of my paintings some day, if you would wish," she hazards in an uncertain voice. Clearing her throat quietly, she carefully pulls Audric to a halt, a subtle tinge of pink arising to her face as she whispers, "I fear I need to rest. Thank you for the dance. It was lovely."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer settles his waltz in the centre of the room, now twirling Isune about with measured grace and certainty, his ephemeral paradox pairs dancing in concert around them.
Temporal Conscript Audric offers a slight nod and a smile in response, answering Tisianna with, "I shall hold you to that." He laughs softly before remarking, "Nay, tis I who should be thanking you for gracing me with your company for a time." The Viscanti inclines his head in a brief bow. "Rest well, Tisianna."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Isune, "Though I fear my moment of 'talent' has passed, Lady Isune. I am old and unpracticed for such a long and delicate undertaking as dancing to Your grace."
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer smiles and says, "And Paradoxes are not meant to waltz."
Curtseying as She draws back, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Then I shan't exhaust your mortal energy, Magistrate."
Isune's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer steps primly back from Isune, bowing in concert to Her with his paradox pairs before they evaporate in whisps of blue.
Maellio exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.
Grinning toothily, Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "... is there any more cake?"
(The Lawgivers): Maellio says, "There, Exemplar. I have danced."
(The Lawgivers): You say, "You survived. For now."
Isune, the Aesthete conjures a wisp of cloud with a flick of Her wrist and seats Herself comfortably upon it.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax strides over towards Isune to learn by her side.
Volucer looks exhausted and opens his mouth in an enormous yawn.
Volucer flops himself into Isune's arms.
Isune stares implacably about Herself.
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax covers his mouth as he tries to hide an undignified giggle.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris laughingly says to Volucer, "Volucer! You are much too dignified and majestic a creature to be gracing others with such an abrupt embrace!"
Eyes half-lidding, Volucer says, "Mn?"
Volucer rolls over a bit, his wings twitching.
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says to Volucer, "Volucer, are you in need of rest?"
Eyes sparkling, Isune, the Aesthete says, "In need of it? He's already achieving it."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris reaches over to lightly stroke the feathers on Volucer's head. "Ah, if only the Keeper were around to witness this."
Isune raises a hand skyward, several motes of light manifesting into a small cloud of light. Gently, She places the falcon upon it, then breathes a gentle zephyr into existence, which carries him safely to the Havens.
Thank you so much for recording, editing, and posting all these logs! It's so great to have a record of all the things that happened during the festival. I hope everyone had a nice time at the actual events too, even if the scheduling proved rough for a lot of people.
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