Dreadlords Once Dark and Ancient Times

[Constance Krixus]

Historic Square

A delighted skip was in a young woman's step as she happily wandered through the square excitedly looking at all the beautiful costumes around her. She herself wore an intricate black and purple dress that made to have light bounce off the vestments giving her an otherworldly feel. A fine feathered black mask, imitating a raven sat on the upper half of her face.

In one hand was a delicious warm pastry that a kind passerby had given to her which she had eagerly accepted. This entire festival was incredible. She had imagined these wonderful things when she asked her father to come live with her cousin. While it had been difficult to convince him to let her go out, she had been given more and more freedom, and now was her chance to experience it all

A lovely voice escaped her lips as she joined in with a song that some children nearby were singing as he she continued to walk through the crowd.

 

[Vittoria Larrainth]

Vittoria wandered to the vendor that was selling the honey cakes surrounded by spiced apples, exchanging treats for coin and holding out one dessert bowl to King. She was smiling, as she found so easily to do in his presence. "I was not trying to guilt you earlier, you know that? I am perfectly capable of being on my own if you wish to see someone else and spend the eve with them." Her eyes were like the sea on those green mornings, knowing and slowly shifting, but in this light, she gazed at her friend and left him time and space to tell her of this mystery person he so clearly had a moment with. But King never gave her enough detail to figure out who it was.

She was not the type to pester him with questions, but that did not stop her friend from asking her questions about what was going on between herself and the Basmarc boy.

If he indeed had attended this night of celebration, she wondered what he would say about her dress.

"Besides, if I truly get bored and I cannot find you, then I can at least find and have my fun watching Black get Augur drunk." A rite of passage that Vittoria would not dare to let touch her lips. Any form of altering her ability to have total control of herself was one she did not want to dance with. The magnitude of power she had would prove devastating, and Vittoria need not have that blemish her record.

 

[Rhidian]

Rhidian felt something akin to focusing solely on his friend rather than dwell in his own dark thoughts. He could not fathom if happiness could return to his life, but he knew he had every power to ensure that Zinnia had a fantastic night.

If she wanted a dashing stranger to dance with, he was going to make that happen as best as he could.

"I was hoping some of the Guard and Knights were going to be present but maybe I am awful at recognising people under a mask." But he had known it was Zinnia seconds before approaching her. There were certain people he felt as if he would know, the friends he had made in the time he needed them, but navigating anything new now was proving difficult.

He needed to get his life in order.

Guiding his well dressed friend through the crowds, Rhidian lowered his voice. "I miss Vel Anir sometimes but I know if I had stayed, I would have turned into something... I would not be proud of." But being in Vel Castere still had not changed much for him, and for that, disappointment weighed on his shoulders.