A Midsummer Ball

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Hallifax and the Divine Order of Lady @Isune held a Midsummer Ball within Her realm at the Grand Aurora Ballroom this Avechary, 494 CE!

(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): You say, "Hello! What preparations are still needed for the Ball?"
 
(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): Xeii says, "The cheesecakes, sphere cakes and teas, I believe."
 
(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): Xeii says, "The cups are being made now."
 
(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): You say, "Wonderful!"(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): Xeii (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "If you can be a brewmeister, Harmonist Anita, would you be so kind as to make some teas?"
 
(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): You say, "I can do so as a cook, too."
 
(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): Xeii (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ah, good. Is there some food we made in advance, by any chance?"
 
(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): You say, "I have some of the cakes made, aye. It won't take me long."                       

(Anonymous): You say, "If anyone is attending the Midsummer Ball within the Lady Aesthete's realm,
please meet me at the Aetherplex."
 
Nelras tells you, "Do you have the tea for the ball?"
 
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate, "I do."

(Bureau of Artistic Endeavours): You say, "I have the tea and cakes, on my way."

*movement spam*

The sanctuary of Isune.
The graceful, translucent form of a bird of paradise dances in the air, the insubstantial image
shifting through a constant stream of vivid colours. A solemn plinth rises up from the ground, a
small crystal chamber locked on the front.
You see exits leading down and through an unstable rift.

You step towards an unstable rift and cautiously pull the edges apart. A violent force pulls at your
chest and you tumble wildly through, feeling disoriented as you are ejected on the other side,
barely managing to keep your footing.

High above the Ruins of Andeystelis.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Elegantly dangling from a nearby bough, a crystalline bell glitters
here enchantingly. Flitting back and forth, Arizh, an auroral hummingbird of dawn is a frenzy of
endless activity. Shimmering with dawn radiance, a lightweaving of a prismatic feather points the
way to the Grand Aurora Ballroom. A cow wanders about aimlessly, minding her own business and paying
you no attention. An enormous falcon nervously talons the ground, wings mantling. Her shoulders
rounded in mourning despair, a weeping trill statue cups her hands over her eyes here. Aria, the
rainbow kitsune has curled up into a bundle of fluff here. Vivet Pavok, Avatar to the Shrouded Guide
with a Wakabi face is here, shrouded. She wields D'varsha's Eternal Wand of Transcendental Force in
her left hand. Blade Dancer Tirah Mzithrei is here. Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate stands here,
surrounded in an aura of ghostly, flickering wings. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself.
Shonjir Shevat is here. He wields a plush doll of Sciomore, the Logician in his left hand. Yarith is
here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields a small medicine pouch in his left hand.
You see exits leading north, down, and through a shimmering fountain of heatless sparks.
Arizh, an auroral hummingbird of dawn flits happily around your head in a steady, welcoming thrum.
 
Like a soft sigh, a shuffling sound whispers through high above the Ruins of Andeystelis from a
weeping trill statue bowed in sorrow as it appears to move out of the corner of your eye.

You curtsey gracefully.

Hecton doffs a dapper black top hat cordially.
 
With a flourish of his arm, Nelras bows deeply.

Shonjir dips his masked head, neon tubes flashing garishly from his pauldron.

Lines of power flare up along Shonjir's body, connected by shimmering points of light. For a brief
moment, his body becomes a canvas displaying the constellations of Lusternia before the light
flickers and fades away.

Nelras tells you, "Will you go on ahead to have the tea in place? I will bring the guests in a
moment."
 
You nod your head at Nelras.

Nelras nods his head at you.

You say, "Do stay here, dearest guests!"
 
*movement*

The Grand Aurora Ballroom.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Shimmering with dawn radiance, a lightweaving of a prismatic
feather points the way to the Grand Aurora Ballroom. Floating silently in the air, a dawn-struck
crystalline table is held up only by a thin wisp of fluffy cloud. There are 30 porcelain tea cups
embellished with golden feathers here. Holding aloft a silver tray of desserts and refreshment in
her gloved hands, Mincel Mooneye quietly oversees her surroundings. Xeii is here, her crystalline
form shifting slowly through the entire spectrum of visible colours. She wields a baroque violin of
antique silver and pearl inlay in her left hand and a golden whip of the pious in her right. Cygnine
Composer Vecennya is here.
You see exits leading east, south, and west.

You curtsey gracefully before Xeii.

Vecennya curtseys gracefully before you.
 
*giving cakes and tea to Xeii*

Nelras tells you, "Are we ready now?"
 
Vecennya hums a happy tune.
 
Mincel Mooneye stands up a little straighter, trying to look her best.

You curtsey gracefully before Mincel Mooneye.
Mincel Mooneye inclines her head politely at you.
 
This no-nonsense trill holds herself with the quiet dignity of the servant caste, her piercing sky
blue eyes alert and attentive to all that occurs around her. A sharpness to her features gives her
an almost hawkish appearance, though her well-groomed feathers resemble the cloudy white of a swan's
plumage. She wears her crisp white blouse pressed and starched so that nary a wrinkle can be seen,
complete with a silken black bow tie. Chic black dress pants, fitted perfectly to her person, allow
her flexibility as she deftly manoeuvres her way through even the most bustling of gatherings. Held
with such ease that it seems weightless in her gloved hands, a silver tray filled with all manner of
desserts and refreshment follows her every movement with no sign of slipping from her agile fingers.
Mincel Mooneye looks to be crushingly strong.
She weighs about 112 pounds.
You cannot see what Mincel Mooneye is holding.
It has the following aliases: mooneye, mincel, trill, servant.
 
Sleek and exquisitely formed from a single sheet of crystalline material, this table's shape is in a
banquet style with rounded edges. Simultaneously struck with radiant dawn hues, the entire piece
glistens and shimmers from a multitude of tiny facets in opaline fashion. A thin wisp of fluffy
cloud suspends the elegant table in mid-air, never straying or tipping in the face of wind or breeze.
Gentle kisses of dewy condensation dimple on the underside, reflecting light in endless prisms.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).

Banks of clouds drift through the sky outside these crystalline walls, veiling the naked windows in
a shroud of gossamer mist.

Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate, "I am just
waiting for Minister Xeii to respond.. I gave her the cakes and tea."

Nelras tells you, "Let me know when she does?"

Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate, "Aye."

Xeii: 33575              the Grand Aurora Ballroom
Tirah: 34004             high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Shonjir: 34004           high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Stratas: 34004           high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Remmiel: 34004           high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Yarith: 34004            high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Vivet: 34004             high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Hecton: 34004            high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Kendra: 34004            high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Ejderha: 34004           high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Nelras: 34004            high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Vecennya: 33575          the Grand Aurora Ballroom
Tambador: 34004          high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Nicholo: 34004           high above the Ruins of Andeystelis
Elexia: 34004            high above the Ruins of Andeystelis

Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Cygnine Composer Vecennya, "Tell me if Xeii
responds?"
 
High above the Ruins of Andeystelis.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Elegantly dangling from a nearby bough, a crystalline bell glitters
here enchantingly. Flitting back and forth, Arizh, an auroral hummingbird of dawn is a frenzy of
endless activity. Shimmering with dawn radiance, a lightweaving of a prismatic feather points the
way to the Grand Aurora Ballroom. A cow wanders about aimlessly, minding her own business and paying
you no attention. An enormous falcon nervously talons the ground, wings mantling. Her shoulders
rounded in mourning despair, a weeping trill statue cups her hands over her eyes here. Aria, the
rainbow kitsune has curled up into a bundle of fluff here. Defender of the Portals, Remmiel
Strongleaf is here, shrouded. Yarith is here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields a small medicine
pouch in his left hand. Her hands covering her eyes, the statue of a winged, crystal woman bows her
head here, weeping. Emitting a fiery, dawn-cast radiance, a proud knight emblazoned with the crest
of the White Falcons keeps solemn guard here. Shonjir Shevat is here. He wields a plush doll of
Sciomore, the Logician in his left hand. Vivet Pavok, Avatar to the Shrouded Guide with a Wakabi
face is here, shrouded. She wields D'varsha's Eternal Wand of Transcendental Force in her left hand.
Blade Dancer Tirah Mzithrei is here. Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate stands here, surrounded in an
aura of ghostly, flickering wings. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself. Nicholo, the
Fallen Nightshade is here. He wields an iridescent silver lyre in his left hand. A humble pilgrim
wearing simple robes and sandals actively meditates here, absently toying with a rope belt. Harvest
Reaper, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon is here. Stratas stands here amidst a cloud of deathly cold mist.
Tribune Ejderha Strongleaf radiates an aura of severity and calm as he lingers here. He wields an
eagle quill in his left hand and an elegant book of early dawn in his right.
You see exits leading north, down, and through a shimmering fountain of heatless sparks.
Arizh, an auroral hummingbird of dawn flits happily around your head in a steady, welcoming thrum.

Like a soft sigh, a shuffling sound whispers through high above the Ruins of Andeystelis from a
weeping trill statue bowed in sorrow as it appears to move out of the corner of your eye.

Vecennya tells you, "Of course, ma'am."

You pick up 13 little honey cakes from a fesix backpack.

Pointing at the face, Volucer exclaims to Elexia, "Your face!"
 
Volucer says, "Two faces."

*giving out honeycakes*

Dipping her head, Harvest Reaper, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says to you, "Thank you, Ms. Anita."

Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Nicholo, "You need not fear being whisked away, save
perhaps to the ballroom shortly."

Nicholo, the Fallen Nightshade says to you, "My thanks."

Ejderha beams broadly at you.

Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Thank you."

Volucer begins to follow Nelras.

Remmiel gives you a peck on the cheek.
A simple pilgrim says to you, "Thank you dear."
 
A statue of a weeping angel says to you, "Thank you, Mother."

Nicholo, the Fallen Nightshade smiles and says to Nelras, "That I would not mind."
 
Tirah thanks you profusely.

Remmiel flashes you a joyous smile.
 
Quickly stuffing the cake into his pouch as he rams the words together, Yarith Shevat, the Vehement
says, "Thankyou."

Yarith puts a little honey cake into a small medicine pouch.

Eyes gleaming brightly Tambador laughs at Volucer "Observant".

You smile and say, "Just while we wait, do enjoy a honeycake on me."
 
With crushing indifference Shonjir consumes the offering.

Stratas says to you, "Many thanks."

Sparkling overhead, the constellations shine with startling clarity, crystal-clear against the
fathomless twilight.

Shonjir eats a little honey cake with obvious gusto.
 
Yarith suddenly twitches, the air about him crackling as blue sparks zip across his skin before
sputtering out.

Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Minister Xeii Shevat, the Perpetual Auspice,
"Minister Xeii?"
 
Eyes brightening, Harvest Reaper, Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon says, "Oh, you mean the mask. Just a
decoration! A little something I made for the masquerade."

Glancing quickly at a pastel-toned pocket watch of the Symphonium Nelras says, "I do not think it
will be long now, before we do make our way there."

Elexia:
She is a graceful wild elfen and stands at a petite five feet in height. Her skin is a verdant green
that is reminiscient of spring leaves. Bright green eyes look out at the world from a heart-shaped
face framed by locks of sable hair. Her unbound hair flows down her shoulders and back in ebony
waves before ending at her waist. Slender ears tapered to a point poke out from the sides of her
head. Her build is slim and graceful in its movement. Dainty bare feet carry her with energy to her
destination.
She is wearing:
an anklet adorned with a multitude of bells
a storm glass amulet
an autumnal sari richly flecked in gold
a gold and silver lyrebird mask.

Ejderha:
He is a serpentine nagasith harmonious vernal ascendant. The scales of his body and limbs are smooth
and shiny, displaying wide bands of black and red, separated by narrow bands of amber yellow that
match his eyes. His neck is longer than the average humanoid, narrow and serpentine, curving forward
to meet his head almost horizontally. A ridge on each side of his neck, running from the base of his
head to his shoulders, conceals the fold of scales he can inflate into a hood if agitated. The
triangular shape of his head is broader than the neck behind it, and dominated by iridescent red
scales, with intermittant patterns of black lines tracing symmetrical patterns around his eyes,
snout, and heat-sensing pits, almost like a tattoo. His mouth is likewise broad and curved up at the
end, leaving the impression of a perpetual grin or smirk. His irises are a bright, intense amber
that seem to glow, split harshly from top to bottom by the elliptical black slits of his pupils.
Strong, corded muscles flex beneath his scales, which pulse with every breath he takes. A serpentine
tail twists and curls behind him, showing the same red, yellow, and black pattern as his body.
Adhered to his body are hundreds of constructed feathers, layered plumage in modest colours of white,
grey, and copper brown, completing his sparrow costume. Tattooed on his hands is an illustration of
dragon flames. He walks with the truefavour of Isune.
He is wearing:
a feathered sparrow mask
a glittering avian shroud pulled three-quarters around him, covering his arms but baring the coat
over his chest
a dark, amber-hued coat of leather and honeycomb buttons starkly contrasting the shroud and visible
between the feathered edges, like the breast of a bird
an amber soul-mate wedding ring dangling from a worn leather cord, along side
a wide-banded soul mate ring.

Volucer exclaims to Elexia, "Yes, mask. That one has your face!"

Volucer gestures and points at Shonjir.
 
Remmiel:
He is a burly tae'dae wandering demigod. He is what can only be described as a wall of muscle and
fur, rising to a lofty seven feet tall. Long, soft fur of deep russet covers him from head to toe,
though it deepens to black around the underside of his arms, legs and across his torso. Two large,
upright ears sit atop his head, twitching towards all but the sligtest sound, and the fur lightens
to almost white across his face. Sapphire eyes and an onyx black nose stand out against his pale
face, a smile seemingly splitting his maw more often than not. Curiously, the hair on the backs of
his legs has been braided. Tattooed on his hands is an illustration of spiralling words of power.
His soft crimson fur is a smooth mane about his face, flaring outward and flowing down his back.
Loose braids drape backward at the sides of his head, kept in place with gleaming golden wires that
add a forge-like shimmer to the overall appearance of his mane.
He is wearing:
a ring of the feral essence on the third finger of his right hand
a feral sunset ring alongside the other on his right ring ringer
a dapper gentleman's suit of sapphire and teal
a silver webbed sapphire earring through his left ear
dark brown dress shoes.

Shonjir emits a squealing sound like spinning gears as a harsh and heavy breathing sound follows
from beneath his mask.
 
"Uhh..." stalls Volucer.
 
Volucer points at Stratas.
 
Stratas's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Sparkling overhead, the constellations shine with startling clarity, crystal-clear against the
fathomless twilight.

Kendra silently observes the surrounding crowd, before smiling up at Tambador.

Ejderha tilts his head back with the entire honeycake in his mouth and hands at his side. His neck
undulates, a feathered sparrow mask bobbing as he consumes it nearly whole, in traditional avian
style.
 
Stratas says, "It is a very fashionable face, I must say."

Anita:
Standing just shy of two feet tall, she is a nimble faeling radiant demigoddess changeling, with
soft, pale skin like porcelain. Her slender form is graced with gentle curves, and she holds herself
with an elegant and regal poise. From her back extend ethereal butterfly wings of silver, the edges
darkened to a deep sapphire. Her hair, as white as fresh snow, has been scooped back from the
temples in two braids, while the rest falls down around her delicate frame in a wild mass of tightly
curled ringlets, ending just below her knees. Upon her brow sits a crown of pale golden orchids
among other wildflowers, and a delicate scent of flowers and honey lingers about her form. Elfen
like ears poke out through her curls, often twitching at the sounds around her. Her most noticeable
feature are her large, child-like eyes that are both unique in appearance and framed by soot-black
lashes. Her left eye is of a magnificent emerald colour, marred by a thin sliver of gold, where her
right eye is of a pale ice-blue, void of any imperfections. Anita has a small button nose which sits
between high swept cheekbones, flushed with life, and below are her rosebud full lips of natural,
pale pink. Tattooed on her wrists is an illustration of spiralling silver scrollwork. She walks with
the truefavour of Czixi. She walks with the truefavour of Isune.
Spilling from the crown of her head to her shoulders is a finespun waterfall of sparkling crystal,
each thread perfectly clear and colourless. As she moves, the gentle peal of pellucid chimes sounds
in her wake, soft and soothing.
She is wearing:
stained glass prayer beads of the Lady Aesthete wrapped tightly around her left wrist
an amber ring set with a round moonstone on a chain around her neck
a simple ring of stone cradling an orchid around her right ring finger
elegant slippers of dove-grey silk and feathers
a feathered, dove-grey gown of pearlescent silks and chiffon
a misty grey stole trimmed in rubescent tassels
a feathered silk mask of pearlescent dove-grey shrouds her face
a tempestuous blue velvet choker set with lightning opal tight around her throat.

Elexia grins, nodding. "Aye, I suppose we have similar taste, then!" she replies.

Volucer says to Stratas, "No it's not. It needs a bow-tie to be fashionable. So sayeth the Lady."

You beat your wings furiously, hovering in the air.

You remove 1 fish, bringing the total in the rift to 1634.

Mumbling to himself, Volucer says, "Or does She just try to tell me that..."

You give a fish wrapped in paper to Volucer.
Volucer clasps a fish wrapped in paper in his talons and leisurely consumes every morsel.

Volucer ponders the situation.

Stratas ponders the situation.

Volucer exclaims to you, "FINALLY, someone who appreciates me!"

You beam broadly at Volucer.
Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.

There is a small commotion from the other side of the fountain - a flurry of hissing whispers
intersposed with low, soothing tones.

Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer, "Certainly, a bow-tie does help."

Shonjir Shevat says, "Oho."

Yarith's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Kendra's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Shonjir's neon tubes flash wildly.

You smile impishly and say to Volucer, "A wonderful paradise bird once told me that you enjoyed fish
- I do tend to listen at times!"

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 3rd of Avechary, 494 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Volucer says to you, "Enjoy and love. Hey, got any fish tea???"

You ponder the situation.

Nelras glances towards the fountain.
 
A wry smile spreads across Kendra's face.

Taking Kendra by the arm Tambador weaves them among the gathered guests pointing out the various
regalia of those assembled "It is interesting to see all the creative things people have come up
with" he says happily to Kendra.

You say to Volucer, "Give me..just a few moments."

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