Open Chronicles A Diplomatic Ball

[Osuin]

The sight of the palace was a wonder to behold, spires rising up from the peak of a mountain. Osuin too a moment to marvel at the sight, gazing at the elven architecture and catching sight of the eagles flying in performance of an exercise, their prowess and agility well evident. He'd never seen such a sight in his life, and remained lost to his admiration over the scenery when Helena approached.

"Blue? You'll be the envy of many a guest, I am sure," She spoke, bringing a smile to Osuin's lips with the compliment.

“Thank you. That gown looks lovely, too. I think it suits you well.” He warmly replied. Hector was out gazing at their destination as well, and piped up with a question.

"Think we'll get to ride one?" Hector exclaimed, eliciting a chuckle from Osuin.

“I've no idea, but I'd not count on it.” Osuin said. Having not seen such eagles before and by the military display they made, it seemed unlikely that they'd readily allow an outsider to ride them. Still, it was but a guess. He knew nothing of their customs – learning more was be among his goals.

There wasn't time to mull it over much more. They'd be landing soon, and the airship required much in order to make it so. Orders were shouted out over the howling wind by the dwarves, calling on more hands to do the work needed.

“I'm on it!” Osuin moved immediately and was quickly directed towards a heavy crank. Together with another dwarf, they strained against the handle, causing motion after a moment with a loud creak. The slow turning steadily picked up speed until the crank had been spun up into a steady slow rotation, pulling in a taught rope that wove back and forth from the force of the winds.

With time and perseverance, the ship touched down and the entire vessel shook once it had. With the landing complete, it was time to disembark. After catching his breath, Osuin did just that.

 

[Gwynnestri Ravaneiros]

Gwynn could practically hear the tower coming to life. While wary, the sky elves were excited to welcome the foreign guests and put on a good show, making a spectacular first impression. There was a knock on the door and an elf on her father's council entered, bowing to Gwynn. "Your Highness, we are ready for you," he said, stepping aside to let her walk past him. She walked into the hallway and through the doors at the end, grateful for the extra guards on this level. With Reynard by her side at all times, they still needed to protect her room and possessions should her assassin take advantage of the crowd of foreigners.

As she walked up the winding stairs of the tower, she could hear the guests arriving. It seemed that the airship had landed with much ado, the dragoons above helping to land the ship and also guide the supposed dragon in. Why there had to be a dragon, Gwynn had no idea, but she desperately wanted to see it.

At the ball, Gwynn would be the only royal present. Her father and mother would be sequestered in their rooms, both hiding from the guests and also taking a night to let their daughter take the reins. Gwynn's father had been skeptical about this ball, but the queen had convinced him to let Gwynn handle it all. And Gwynn wasn't complaining, either. She was practically giddy at the chance to make alliances and show the world that the Sky Elves were back.

She had planned everything- the dragoons 'training' on a mountain plateau were indeed training, but instead of training out of necessity, they were training for show- to show the military prowess of the elves, impressing the guests well also sending an important message. In allowing the dragon to come, but having dragoons escort it, the Sky Elves were shown to be capable of compromise but still with their own set of rules that needed to be adhered to. And in being the only royal present, the King and Queen's mysterious and dangerous air can be kept while Gwynn proves she is not merely a pretty figurehead.

She even oversaw the decorations of the tower, specifically of the ballroom. The lights were dimmed, especially along the edges of the room. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceilings over the center of the dance floor, filled with candles. The stone floor was shined to perfection, so that you could see your reflection on the floor. The air smelled faintly of midnight jasmine, and the plant itself rested in garlands on the sills of the windows. There was plenty of food and drinks to go around, carried by waiters in their formals.

As Gwynn reached the floor the ballroom was on, she paused in an alcove, turning to Reynard. The council member went in ahead to prepare for her entrance. "I'm a little nervous," she said to him. She had a speech prepared, and it was nothing too fancy or complicated, but she knew everyone in the room was going to be seeing her for what was likely the first time, judging her and her people. She needed to make a good first impression.

Reynard De Eramant

 

[Dejan Damir]

Dejan acknowledged the elf's wave with a nod of his head, while also making a mental note to speak to her later should the chance arrive. Time was a luxury the old knight had yet to discover. Recent events suggested this particular omission would not be rectified anytime soon. The idea of spending calm days at the Monastery, training younger knights, was not yet to be realized.

He supposed he could argue that this excursion was in a similar spirit. Dejan only need look around to see multiple generations of the Order at his side. Some who had just joined, and others he trained many moons ago. Even a young captain, who still apparently had trouble controlling her expressions. The pursuant would say nothing however. Even Dejan had to admit that it was an entirely unique experience.

A sudden call to action was hardly what the knight considered a welcome interruption. He was not much of a sailor, whether it be in the sea or the sky. His first thought was to help with the sails but quickly tossed the notion aside. Strong he may have been, but Dejan still lacked proper counterbalance. Others sprung into action and it was with the resulting groaning of the ship's hull did the knight find purpose.

Slowly he focused inwards, allowing the magik of the ancient wyld flow through him. From his shoulders the arcane traveled and down to his feet. There it reverberated into the venerable planks of the vessel, strengthening the ship with each pulse. His hope was simply to provide further stability as Syrs Gwynvir and Lynvir made to land.

Whether his efforts were of any assistance remained a mystery but the knights had landed in one piece.

I'm getting too old for this...

 

[Petra Darthinian]

Petra had never manned a ship, let alone one that was a master of the skies and not the seas.

But Lynvir and Gwynvir were as loud as they were patient, and the elf tried her best to copy the movements of her more confident fellow Knights. But despite having done her best to wrangle ropes and find her way star bow, or was it port bow? She still found herself sourly rubbing at the small rope burns on her palms as the ship came in and settled into the platform with a shudder that her poor stomach mirrored.

Gathering with her retinue, she basked in the growing bubble of nervous excitement. Their chatter one of awe and anticipation. She herself could not help but compliment the striking picture that Selene presented. And the way that Lorinna's dress brought out her complexion. Or the softest version of Helena she'd ever seen, but by no means any less arresting.

Petra couldn't help but enjoy Faramund's infectious good mood. If he wasn't careful, she might think he actually enjoyed dressing up and playing diplomat. She then eagerly stepped forward as he released the gangplank. "Oh gods, yes, please let me off! I'm finding very quickly I was not made for manmade skycrafts. Give me a dragon any day.!

And as if her words summoned him, Norvyk dropped from the sky in a casual dive. The vision was enough to have her admitting to a sudden gratitude that the monarchy had allowed her dragon to come along after all; for the sheer experience of watching the ferocious eagles dancing around him, as they easily kept up with him, thanks to their swift plumage and skilled riders, made it all worth it. Norvyk then accompanied their dive with a melodious call from deep inside his gullet. The sound was made of symphonic notes she had no name for in her language, but she knew it as the greeting it was. And as a means to impress, no doubt.

The combined wind from both his and the eagles' landing was enough to rock the ship and cause it to strain against the ropes that moored it. Petra stumbled into the railing as a result and glowered while rubbing her side. "Must I also fly home on this thing?!"

 

[Reynard De Eramant]

Reynard followed Gwynn to the ballroom, by now he was very aware of where he was going and knew most of the castles hallways and rooms like the back of his hand. He had always possessed a good memory and it served him well in his job protecting Gwynn. After all what kind of bodyguard didn't know anything about the place he was protecting in? Though he had gotten to know the castle quite well he had never been to the ballroom than him and the princess now stood in. It was quite a beautiful room and Gwynn had obviously taken great care in making sure it looked as beautiful as possible, the room looked exactly like the kind one would imagine when thinking of the word 'ballroom' and 'party'.

As well as the castle, Reynard had also gotten to know Gwynnestri better. He had wondered in the beginning where her skills and priorities lay but any worries he'd had were assuaged fairly early. He learned that Gwynn was a ruler of purpose and precision. This party was a great example of that. Every decoration and even the training of the Dragoons were decided on with purpose. All to set the best example and show the sky elves as a strong people. This would inevitably help with negotiations and treaties. She had done everything in her power to give the Sky Elves as much leverage and comfort as possible. No one would be able to doubt Gwynn or her peoples capability by the time the night was over, something Reynard had already learned during his time at the kingdom.

They stopped in an alcove before entering the ballroom proper with Gwynn voicing her worries. He could hardly blame her being less than fully confident. This was a big event and carried a lot of importance for the future of her people. Not only that but this event was her sole responsibility and she was the only royal present for the party and it would stay that way. Quite frankly it wouldn't take much to hamper the nights chances of success. The speech, though just one part of the whole nights events, carried much importance and would set not only the tone but the perception of Gwynn herself.

Reynard looked Gwynn in the eyes and smiled, a sight she was no doubt familiar with by now, and offered words of encouragement. "Nerves are to be expected. You know my father taught me this lesson when I was young." he said, his smile turning wistful. "Nerves are not a measure of shame or a lack of confidence. One who is nervous is aware of the possibility of failure as well as aware of their own shortcomings. Those who have no nerves are so confident that they disregard the possibility of failure, therefor making themselves ignorant to their own shortcomings. Simply put Gwynn you're far too smart and self aware not be nervous. it means you care, it means this night means that much to you."

Reynard turned his full body towards Gwynn now his gaze turning confident and smile turning reassuring. "Though you may be nervous, I am not. You are far more capable than anyone in this room knows but soon they shall. You'll show all who attend tonight that the Sky Elves are a strong people, once again ready to take their place in the world. No one is more capable than you to lead your people into a new age. Give your speech and think only of far you've come and how much further you'll go. If you want me by your side while you give your speech then I will do so, if you wish to give it without me by your side then I will stand away and stay vigilant. Either way I support you." he finished, hoping his words helped instill her with some manner of confidence.

 

[Azlat Ushus]

It remained both concerning and irritating that the wyvern had simply flown off. First, she’d barely been taught how to ride the flying beast, enduring the trip upon a saddle while strapped against its back. Now, she’d not even be able to ride it back, and would need to secure some other means of making her return trip.

Queen Esmeralda had opted to scale the mountain, a daunting and impressive task. That Esme had completed the journey on foot was testament to her hardiness and mastery within the comparatively frigid lands over which she reigned. Azlat was used to neither the mountains nor the cold, and the wyvern had only been able to assist her with the former hardship. The aerial wind was biting cold, howling the whole way over despite the thick coat she’d bundled herself in for the trip. Route certainly got chilly, but The Spine was much more so.

Within the palace, the warmth was a comforting relief. Further relief was provided in the form of a fluted glass filled with a beverage that appeared alcoholic. Azlat accepted the glass she was offered with a hospitable smile, taking a sip to happily confirm that it was. Plenty of other guests had arrived already, and Azlat began to mingle among them.

In short order she struck up conversation with another guest. Happily engaged in polite banter for a while, he eventually dropped a topic that was cause for concern.

“Have you heard about the dragon?” He asked.

“….What!?” Was all Azlat could respond with. This was the first she’d heard of it, the news made her tense. Though Norvyk had flown in plain view, Azlat had no idea, and had not caught sight of him with her gaze directed downard throughout the entirety of her trip.

“The dragon!” The guest confirmed. “It's arriving from the southwest.” He continued, while Azlat remained stunned at the news.

“…What is a dr̴agon doing h͝ere?” Azlat candidly inquired.

“I'm not exactly sure. I believe it's on a diplomatic visit, or something akin to that.” He responded.

“I've he͞ard that before of a 'dragon'…” Azlat uttered, to her company’s confusion.

“...Are dragons common where you come from?” He asked.

“You co̸uld say that.” Was her vague reply.

“So, where are you-” He asked, but Azlat had already turned to depart in search of the so called dragon. The sky elves seemed aware of it, and the commotion among them was noticable enough for Azlat to feel secure she was headed the right way – a sense further affirmed by a trio of sky elves moving with purpose in the same direction as she. Azlat took their lead and followed them down the hall and up a staircase.

She'd soon see this dragon for herself.

Petra Darthinian

 

[Gwynnestri Ravaneiros]

Gwynn was moved by Reynard's words. "Thank you, that means a lot," she replied softly, giving him a genuine smile. "And I would like you to be up there with me." Perhaps it would make a wrong statement but Gwynn pushed that worry to the back of her mind. She had much more important things to worry about then silly court gossip about royals.

While still a little nervous, she did feel better. She was struck with the sudden urge to hug him, but since there were still people nearby, she decided not to make a fool of herself, or start any rumors without meaning to.

Which reminded her- not only was she required to give a brief introductory speech, she had to open the ball with the first dance. All eyes would be on her and while she was a good dancer, she had no partner. If her father was here, he would have opened the dance with her mother, but seeing as how Gwynn was neither married nor courting anyone, she had no one to dance with.

She hadn't thought about it long before she suddenly looked back up at Reynard. "I need to open the ball with the first dance, but I have no one to dance with," she paused briefly before continuing, "Will you dance with me?"

 

[Selene]

For all her power in battle, Selene was rather fragile when it came to brute force strength. So as others stepped up to answer Gwynvir and Lynvir's call, she went to the railing and merely hung on for dear life. As elegantly as possible, of course.

With no help from the wind - and a certain dragon who stirred it up - the belly of the airship scraped to a stop against the stone platform. Despite the bumpy landing, Selene was in high spirits. She pushed off the railing with an uncharacteristic mirth as she rejoined the others.

"Well done, Faramund." She pat the knight on the shoulder with a gauntleted hand and gave a teasing smirk as she passed him by. "Could hardly tell that you were scared."

Selene thought of finding Lynvir and thanking her for the use of her airship, but the dwarven woman was still busy tying the vessel down and docking it properly. Well, she could catch her on the return trip. Instead, Selene made her way to Helena. The dual Knight Captains would enter together, as was fitting.

Selene offered her hand to the taller woman. "Ready?" She asked.

Helena Faramund

 

[Reynard De Eramant]

Reynard was glad to see his words had the intended effect on Gwynn. The last thing she needed was to be nervous in front of a bunch of people she was trying to look strong to. She needed to keep up appearances, but even without that he wanted her to enjoy this night as well. This was an opportunity for politics yes but it should also be a chance for her to have fun and enjoy herself for once, without the constant threat of being assassinated. Reynard was going to be on his toes of course but he doubted the tactical merit in an assassin making their attack at an event like this, full of foreign dignitaries and no doubt many who could hold their own in a fight.

Reynard returned her genuine smile and nodded his head. He would be by her side while she gave the speech. He only hoped nobody would get the wrong idea or that his presence would ruin her speech in any way. They'd just have to wait and see how things turned out. He'd help her in whichever way she needed.

Reynard was ready to walk with her into the room proper before her next words stopped him in his tracks. His eyes widened for a moment before he let out a nervous cough into his fist. He wasn't expecting her to ask him to dance at all. Surely there were options better than a common mercenary/bodyguard right? No nobles who were courting her or something? Frankly the specifics of noble courtship were nearly completely unknown to him.

Reynard shook his head to get his thoughts back in order. It was rare for him to be shaken up like this but these subjects had always been the one part of social skills he couldn't master. He shouldn't blow it out of proportion. It was a harmless request and it should be treated as such right? Even so the thought of dancing with her brought red to his cheeks. He let out another nervous cough before responding. "Of course. How could I deny a personal request from the princess herself?" he said with a smile, though this one was shakier than usual. "It would be my honor. Though I'll admit I'm not a fantastic dancer."

 

[Helena]

Who does it accompany Captain? Though she felt rather sheepish now, her voice remained strong and sturdy.

A warm smile spread across Helena's lips. "You haven't heard yet, Ophelia?" she gave a nod in Petra's direction. "Of the Dragon Rider?" The fierce woman had been quickly building a reputation for herself. Brash and bold as she was, it was in no small part to a bit of trouble stirred in her wake, but, nothing that outweighed her convictions. "Maybe you two will get a chance to know each other all the better, through this event,"

Then came the call to make ready for landing.

Dress or not, Helena was no stranger to hard work. Her calloused hands took to the ropes with ease, though she found her fine slippers, narrowed and elegant in their design, to hamper her ability to root onto the rumbly and shaky deck.

With a quick hop and a kick, and a proud wolfish grin, the young Captain had her slippers off, hooked on her fingers as she got in with the work, side by side with her knights as they worked in tandem. Bare feet against the deck of he ship, her strong form could draw strength up from the solid wood, feel the well of Syr Dejan's magick, course through the structure of the ship.

Together, the work came easy, the sip stayed true and they came to land. Proud Norvyk singing his sound as he landed with the surging grace of things so sure in how they moved. The eagles cried. And Helena, not familiar with their songs, could not tell if they harped on the dragon, or bade it welcome. Still, it was a site to behold. A sight worthy of song.

So crashed the dwarven ship, and came the dragon's tune,

As eagles cried, eyuun eyuun.

A familiar voice pulled her from her little day dream, and Helena smiled warm at the Captain of Dusk's offer, accepting her cool hand with a nod of the head. She quickly slipped her shoes back on, and dusted off the bit of grime and dirt that had marked her brilliant white dress.

She laughed. "Guess I should've thought about that sooner," she said and cleared he throat, took up Selene's hand, and proceeded down the gangplank, tall and straight-backed. She bowed her head gracefully to those Avariel that gawked wide eyed at their oddity, and to the Sky Elves who bade them welcome, she bowed as well, especially those in gilded formal uniform, that matched the glittering wing tip of their proud eagles.

 

[Ophelia Tirion]

warm smile spread across Helenas lips. You havent heard yet, Ophelia?

"I'm not a very good listener. What is their na-" but before Ophelia could finish her sentance shouts sounded for assistance and the elf rushed to help.

Grabbing a rope she secured her feet and pulled in which ever direction needed.

When their ship eventually landed and she was able to let go and look over her dirty hands. With a quick wipe of a handkerchief she was ready to go and followed behind the other knights as they began to depart.

 

[Esmeralda]

Once Queen Esmerelda and her men were given rooms to clean up she would put on her outfit for the evening.
And the small group would join the rest of the other guests. Her men off on their own but still keeping on another in eye sight.

Esmerelda had recived word that her friend Azlat would be here this evening aswell, between the last ball and planning the upcoming festival they had not seen each other much. But the monarch battled to spot her friend so instead she went back to her men and chatted with them on matters of their homeland.

 

[Lorinna Astarel]

Hector

"Ride one?" She asked, eyes widening in shock at the suggestion.

Being on a sky ship that felt relatively solid was disconcerting. She would never, ever, consider riding an overgrown eagle. Not unless she was absolutely forced into it.

Her expression softened at his offer.

"The height is bothering me far more than the cold," she admitted. She curled her hands together and breathed warm air onto them.

The ship thudded into the tower. The place was stern and tall and grey. Lorinna had never seen any structure so high.

She offered one of those cold hands to Hector, feeling a little trepedition about the entire event. Specifically, the whole walking out to dance in front of all their peers and foreign dignitaries holding his hand. It was all very new.

 

[Hector]

The Eyrie was breathtaking. Cavernous, and wide. It housed their ship, Norvyk, and so too the soar of eagles that roosted about. Their large intelligent eyes fixed on the new things to enter their home. Heads twitched and clocked in that near mechanical way of avian life.

Hector was wide eyed, mouth agape as he took it all in. And the tall straight backed elves in their colored garb. Sharp, professional and proud.

A movement drew his eyes back.

Lorinna offered him her hand, her eyes saying more than she could.

He smiled, "Lady Astarel, you do me great honor," he half jested, bowed his head to her as he took her hand into his, and planted a kiss on her cool knuckles.

"You know," he said once he was straight backed. He stepped close to her side, forgot propriety and laxed his fingers betwixt hers. "I'm more nervous about the dancing," he confessed, gave a squeeze to her hand, and let his magicks of flame pass through his hand and into hers. "Never really danced at such a gathering,"

A nervous smile crooked his lips as the procession of their Order filed out across the gangplank, and toward the festivities.

"But I feel a little better knowing well," he met her eyes again. "I'll be dancing with you, Lori,"

It certainly helped that they'd practiced some together.

Lorinna Astarel

 

[Faramund]

'Real funny.' Faramund replied stoically, giving the Dusk Captain a sly look that said, "it really was funny, have you been practicing?" Feeling his spirits lifted now that they were back on solid ground, Faramund stepped aside with a sweeping gesture as the two captains joined hands in a rather symbolic gesture of camaraderie.

'Have fun,' he whispered as they passed by, not so loudly that the others might hear him wishing them well.

Straightening up, the knight gave Syr Dejan a subtle nod before making his way down the gangplank.

The leader of the waiting soldiers barked a command and, in good order, the company shouldered arms in recognition of the knights' arrival. Not bad, Faramund mused, falling into step behind Helena and Selene as they made their way down the corridor of armoured elves. The eagles the warriors were flanked by were less orderly, and from the way Faramund could feel his skin prickling, it was clear they didn't like strangers.

One reared up as the knight party drew close, eliciting a hushed command from its rider.

Up close, from wing-tip to shining wing-tip, the damn thing looked big enough to rival even Norvyk. Glancing over his shoulder, Faramund gave Petra a knowing look. You seeing this? Smiling, he carried on as if nothing had happened. Syr Dejan walked beside him, a giant amongst giants.

No doubt they cut quite the figures standing side-by-side. The Captains were nothing to frown at, either.

'Think we've made an impression yet?' Faramund asked, quietly adjusting his helm where it sat in the crook of his arm. Between the Sky Carriage, the lightning dragon and the fancy armour, the dawnling felt they were off to a good start. Of course, things could only go downhill from here.

Good thing we're halfway up a mountain, then, he thought, halting as one of the Princess's staffers stepped forth to greet the captains. 'Cheer up, lass,' Fara said, looking to the nearest member of the honour guard (Fynaurie). 'Soon be dinner-time.' Indeed it would, for suddenly the procession was moving again, past the eagles and up the steps...

To the ballroom.

'Your Highness,' the staffer introduced the party upon their arrival to the well-lit, expensively-decorated room. 'Our guests from the Order have arrived. Please, allow me to introduce you!' Pausing, the staffer cleared his throat loudly before unrolling what appeared to be a rather long list of names. 'Knight-Captain Helena, of the Dawn Sanctum of the Knights of Anathaeum!' He turned to Helena, gave a respectful bow. 'And beside her stands Knight-Captain Selene, of the Dusk Sanctum!'

He bowed again, deeper this time. Stepping away, the elf joined those loitering in the background as the two parties finally came face to face.

Helena Selene Gwynnestri Ravaneiros Reynard De Eramant

 

[Gwynnestri Ravaneiros]

Gwynn smiled again, relief trickling through her system. "Thank you," she said softly to Reynard. His nervousness and surprise did not go unnoticed, but Gwynn pushed it to the back of her mind- she could not focus on what it meant now- they were expecting her in the ballroom.

She entered the ballroom, some of the guests already inside turning to look. She was a picture of pristine elegance and grace, and her features were schooled into an expression of calm authority. She lifted the front hem of her skirt to step onto the raised platform where the thrones stood. Tonight, her throne rested in the forefront, her parents empty and against the wall. She stopped and turned around, the trail of her gown twisting behind her so it looked almost like the gown of a bride on her wedding day.

Then the Knights entered. They were dressed to the nines, displaying elegance and strength all in one. Gwynn knew if tonight went well, an alliance with the Order would heavily benefit both parties. She listened as the council member from earlier announced the two Knight-Captains. Prior to hosting the ball, Gwynn had of course done her own research on the famed Knights of Anathaeum.

After they were introduced, she gave them all a warm smile and inclined her head. "It is an honor to meet all of you, and I look forward to our peace talks later this evening," she replied, eyeing the two leaders with respect and a hint of admiration. They had been doing this for much longer than she had, but she prayed they could not tell.

After introductions, the party of Knights would step back a little as Gwynn prepared to give her speech. The attention of everyone in the room was already mostly on her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Reynard, and his presence was a balm to her nerves.

"Avariel, Knights, distinguished friends," she began, turning her gaze across the ballroom to look upon old allies and potential allies. "Tonight is a night of many firsts. We are entering a new age, within and without. New leaders are taking charge, tasked with the care, safety, and success of their people. Alliances will be made and strengthened as we return to the world stage, and I invite all of you to make a new friend. Let us put aside our differences and doubts and enjoy a night of food, drink, and dancing!"

While short, Gwynn thought it was in her best interest to get to the point rather than stand up there and blunder on about politics. Now, the hard part; the musicians watched her, and she gave them a nod as she turned to Reynard. She extended her arm, inviting him onto the dance floor.

Helena Selene Reynard De Eramant Faramund

 

[Esmeralda]

With the arrival of Princess Gwynnestri, Queen Esmerelda and her men turned to face her.

Whilst her speech was short, Esmerelda knew the heavy truth it held. The monarch, though only knowing Princess Gwynnestri for a short while, held much respect for her.

Gwynnestri had -from what what Esme picked up, been the one to decide and lead the sky elves as they began to re-intergrate into the world and her call for allies was a smart move.

If Gwynnestri was to be her parents intended heir, which as far as Esmerelda knew was infact the plan, she would need strong, loyal allies - especially if she planned to inherit the throne unmarried; a road she knew all to well.

"Lovely music," commented Wesley.
Koa grummbles in response.
"You just don't like it because it isn't accompanied by a clash of swords," Teased Kizzen as he bumped Koa's shoulder.
"Hush," Esme would tell them as Princess Gwynnestri took the floor, "and watch."

 

[Reynard De Eramant]

Reynard stood loyally by Gwynn's side. Opting to stay as silent as the princess gave her introductions and those visiting were doing the same. He was after all, just a mercenary and she was the princess, he didn't have a place introducing himself. If it was that important then he knew the princess would introduce him herself. For now he would focus on his job and do it well. Standing as a stalwart protector. Just his presence alone should be enough to let the guests know the princess was well protected.

He was right next to her, if a little bit behind and out of the way while she was giving her speech. Reynard was just a mercenary, but he was also as good a talker as he'd ever met, a small brag he didn't make often. He knew good speeches and how to thread words together to sound good. Gwynn was nervous though he doubted anyone else noticed. Only people who knew her as well as he did would notice it though so he was sure she'd be just fine.

By the end of it, he was confident she did well and he'd let her know as much. He leaned in so no one would hear, but not so much it could be misunderstood from a distance. "You did well Princess. You really should have far more confidence yourself." he said simply, hoping she took the words to heart. Reynard grew more confident in her ability to lead by the day. The sky elves really were in good hands.

Reynard had almost forgotten about the request to dance when Gwynn offered her arm. It was a bit late to deny it now, especially in front of all these people. He was worried about the image that would be presented with the princess dancing with a mercenary. He was sure she had already thought about that exact possibility though so if she wasn't worried he wouldn't be either.

Reynard took her arm and they walked together out to the dance floor, taking center stage as the princess no doubt deserved to do. He did his best to follow her lead as she knew the dance better than he did, Thankfully he was confident in his ability to at least do that much, though he also did everything he could to avoid eye contact. He was afraid to overstep in some fashion so he just wanted to get through the dance.

 

[Petra Darthinian]

The Knights as a whole were seen as a motley bunch. And it was known that many came from different castes within their realm and personal cultures, some having left willingly, while others found the Monastery as their last safe haven from the trenches of misfortune. But as Petra caught Faramund's glance her way, flashing back her own conspiratorial smirk, her eyes couldn't help lingering for a moment longer on the breadth of his shoulders in his uniform as he turned back; and all she could think was that damn, their community of misfits cleaned up nice. And as a woman of brazen nature, she more than dared a glance downward. Yes, very nice indeed.

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The enthusiastic heraldry of the sky elves that accompanied her group off the docked ship filled her with a swelling of pride as she watched Selene and Helena stride confidently onto the platform. Their very presence a representation of every Knight there's values, morals, and every oath taken amongst them. A beacon and a symbol of what they stood for. And being the sentimental creature she was, her eyes grew misty at the women's straight-backed grace, her fellow Knights also finding some semblance of order and decorum as they followed their Captains in stride from the ship as their proper titles were introduced.

When the fanfare had finished, they had all gathered in the ballroom, and Petra found the beautiful silhouette of their gracious host, Her Royal Highness, Gwynnestri Ravaneiros, waiting for them. She was a slight woman of arresting prowess. Her words dripped of nobility as she addressed them, and yet, Petra could not help but sense the optimistic nature of it that usually accompanied the ideologies of dreamers and altruistic leaders. It spoke to her own nature, one often mistaken with naivete, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. It was the ability to see beauty in small moments. To find inspiration in people and enjoy the quiet and solace between the hustle and bustle of life that so often swept them off their feet. It was the kinship of poets and hopeless romantics.

And that seeking of a quiet moment is what halted Petra in her steps, watching her fellow knights drift onto the dance floor as she backtracked to the platform they had arrived at, the festive voices fading with the pageantry of their footsteps.

The songweaver hadn't realized she had been holding her breath until her eyes landed on her storm dragon, her breath releasing into a wide smile when she saw Norvyk waiting patiently where she had left him. She noted the ornate silver pieces that adorned his horns and chest for the occasion, nothing in the way of armor, but Rulgak had outdone herself with the quality of her work nonetheless. Even the dimmer light of the torches made the metal dance with warmth as she approached

She nodded at the eagles as she passed the ones still there on the platform, their riders too busy attending to their mounts to give her much attention. But no matter, she was here to see her dragon and ensure that he was attended to for the moment, before she rallied herself to return.

Although, she would never admit to her companion that his presence helped abate the social anxiety she felt in situations like this where there were so many people, but she had a feeling he knew. Especially tonight, when there were so many high-intensity people in one space. For the very essence of a songweaver's gifts were their sensitivity to the music that made up all things. And when there were enough people of this nature in a room together, there arose a cacophony of different spiritual energies and magics trying to find harmony with the other, and the discordance gave people like her a headache if she wasn't careful.

"Are you looking to leave so soon, Little Lark?" Norvyk inquired playfully when Petra came into view. But anticipating his rider's needs he snaked his head down to her chest level at the moment she reached him and her arms wrapped partially around his snout, her head resting on the bridge of his long nose while he waited for an answer between her meditative breaths. Because although he knew how much she wanted to be here, he would not hesitate to take her back home the moment she asked it, noble manners be damned.

The elf laughed self-deprecatingly, "No, my friend. I just needed more of a moment to myself before facing diplomacy. You'd think it'd get easier? Being around this many people..." Idly she wondered how much alcohol she would need to make it through the evening without actually embarrassing herself or her entourage. "Well, at least I know I'm a good dancer. Right?"

Norvyk's version of a draconic purr was her only answer as they found solace in their mutual company. The ruffling of eagle feathers and chittering beaks accompanying their quiet dialogue to the other.

 

[Dejan Damir]

"Undoubtedly," replied the knight sternly. "The nature of said impression remains yet to be seen." The Pursuant's words were harsh but his expression did not reflect. Ofttimes an ostentatious show could prove far more valuable than any honeyed words. More importantly, there was substance among the display. A baron may tax their citizens to hunger just so they could lavish their own wardrobe. The carriage, the armor, and even the dragon; all were earned through the toil, mettle, and goodwill of the Knights of Anathaeum. It was clear through the merit of the invitation that their hosts recognized this difference.

Finally their party stepped into the ballroom proper accompanied by the appropriate introductions. He turned his attention to the princess and host for the evening. Dejan silently applauded her calm demeanor and opening words. The old knight knew that it could be all too easy to get overwhelmed by the moment when it finally arrived, especially on such a significant stage.

"Syr-" Dejan was about to say something to Faramund in regards to moderation but left his words there. He sensed that there was a need for levity this night. Instead he stepped off to the side as the inaugural dance began. Numerous figures of import were present in the hall, a leader was often only as powerful as those who supported them. The evening would hopefully shed light on at least part of the political landscape of the Avelion.

 

[Gwynnestri Ravaneiros]

Gwynnestri walked onto the dance floor with Reynard. He was a good bit taller than her, and his hand was surprisingly large as she slipped her right hand into his left hand. She wondered if maybe it would have been smarter to wear gloves tonight but it was too late for that. She placed her left hand on his shoulder as his arm slid around her waist. She looked up at him and see her own nervousness reflected in his face.

The music was beautiful and lilting, the strings sounding like an angelic harmony. The music was not unusual in style, but Gwynn knew there would be some songs more heavily influenced by Sky Elven culture later on in the night. After a moment or two other dancers walked onto the floor, joining Gwynn and Reynard. Skirts swished as couples moved with the music.

Gwynn noticed Reynard avoiding her eyes. "Reynard," she said softly. "Why won't you look at me?"

 

[Reynard De Eramant]

This was an entirely unfamiliar experience for him. Beautiful music, beautiful ballroom and a beautiful woman to dance with. Reynard was confident in himself more often than not but the combination of the settings he was used to and the very unfamiliar situation meant he was far more nervous than he usually was. He had tried not to make it obvious but it seemed Gwynn's sharp eyes picked up on it. Only made easier by the fact he couldn't even make eye contact with her.

Reynard let out a small sigh, one only she could hear, and looked into her eyes for the first time since they had taken to the dance floor. He regretted it almost instantly as once he did, he knew there wouldn't be much he could do to break it again. She had a way of doing that. Perhaps it had something to do with her royal status or her kind but strong personality but she had the ability to draw you in and keep a hold of you.

He could handle that fact more often than not, focusing his energy into professionalism and doing his job. He could turn off all other parts of his brain by doing that. This however was a very different scenario. There was no focusing on his job or his station when his hand was around her waist, and her hand was in his. The contrast between her softer less worn hands and his own rough and well used was not lost on him. Part of his nervousness was a feeling of being out of place sure, but there was definitely an element of...something else. Something he didn't think he was willing to admit yet.

Reynard couldn't help but smile as he looked into her kind but sharp eyes, noticing at the same time how beautiful she was. Not that this was his first time noticing, he just did his best not to think about it, certainly not something he could do now.

"Apologies Princess. It's not often I dance with a beautiful member of royalty among other dignitaries and important political individuals." he said with a small laugh. "Truly I feel a bit out of place. It feels like just yesterday that I was cutting my way through dense forests and climbing craggy cliffsides, surviving on what little nature would provide me. A common mercenary doesn't often get to dance with someone quite as beautiful as you Princess." he said in a moment of complete honesty. He knew he wouldn't be able to lie to her of all people, she was better at sniffing out his lies than most people.

 

[Gwynnestri Ravaneiros]

Gwynn swallowed hard when Reynard finally met her gaze. His face was hard to read- all she could tell was that he looked conflicted. His blue eyes still held incredible kindness- she had never known a kinder being in her life. She found he understood her, the real her, and not the version that sat on the throne and wore the crown and was responsible for an entire people.

With her hand enveloped in his and his arm around her waist, she felt safer in a way she never had before. It was just a dance, and he was just a man, she reminded herself, but it didn't do any good as her heart floated with the music.

He spoke after a moment of silence and while she knew he was telling the truth, she also knew it wasn't the whole truth. "Call me Gwynn, please," she replied finally. She gave him a soft smile as the music picked up. "We still have craggy cliffsides if you want to climb something," she said at an attempt at a joke. "You're not just a common mercenary anymore- you're a princess's bodyguard. And my friend," she added. She meant everything she said.

She wished she could say it didn't matter what anybody thought, but in their positions, it did. Gwynn's crown only held as much power as the people gave it, and her people could still form opinions about their princess growing close to her human bodyguard.

 

[Reynard De Eramant]

Reynard couldn't help but smile at her kind words. She had a way of lifting his spirits. Something about her smile and her sense of humor resonated with him. This was no different and though it was a small thing, hearing that in her eyes they were indeed friends brought him joy. Although it may seem inappropriate to some, definitely so in fact, he didn't really mind. He'd go with whatever Gwynn thought best. It was her life and place on the throne after all.

"As much as I'd enjoy being that casual with you, I don't believe referring to you by a shortened version of your first name would be incredibly appropriate for such a setting. In private and away from prying ears and discerning eyes sure, but at a ball as important as this? I'm afraid it may be a bit unprofessional from me as the princesses bodyguard...and friend." he said those last words with a smile, proud of the job and responsibility he held, he fought hard for it after all and was even more proud of the person he guarded.

"As for the climbing, that may not be a half bad idea. Perhaps a bit real exercise would do me some good. Of course I can't do that if it means leaving you unattended or vulnerable in the wild. We'd need a whole battalion of guards before I'd be comfortable bringing to the cliffside just for some climbing." he said with a laugh. "Not that I think you're not capable of course, that couldn't be further from the truth." he finished with a kind smile. There were few people he trusted as much as Gwynn and that extended to her capabilities as well.

 

[Selene]

The princess's introduction was noble and well composed - and most notable to Selene, wonderfully brief. Not much of substance could be said on such a high stage. She was glad the young ruler understood that. Or perhaps the elven princess was just eager to get the festivities started. But that was something Selene could respect, too.

The princess took the hand of a young man standing next to her, and stepped out onto the ballroom floor as the orchestra began to play a sweeping song. Such music had not been heard by outsiders in a long time, but the cadence was familiar enough. Soon others began to join in, and the Knights would be amongst them.

With a flourish and a sweep of her robes, Selene bowed low to Helena and motioned to the dance floor.

Dancing with the Dawn Captain was easy. They had, after all, grown up near to each other, and their styles matched neatly. All she had to do was guide the taller woman between the other couples, and Helena took care of the rest.

Even as she spun to the music, Selene couldn't help but wonder. Were they being selfish? Bringing the woes of the Vale below to such a beautiful place. Corruption did not spread this high up. Yet here she was, right on Avelion's doorstep.

Helena