(121-10-31) The Feast of the Dead
Players:
Loryn..Iris..Norah..Gromm..Malcolm..Brynden..Kelinyx..Camillo..Seryna..Kaspar..Edwyn..

Following the Grand Procession a great many people have found their way to Garden Isle where Lord Loryn Tyrell is hosting a party to honour the dead. The great hall has been transformed into what looks like the spooky lair of the dead with cobwebs, spiders and bats dangling from the ceiling amid what looks like broken rafters. Skeletons seem to lurk in dark corners, some of them with scarily glowing eyes. The whole room is rather dark with only some torches casting shadows everywhere and candles upon the table.

The dais in the corner is occupied by a band dressed entirely in black outfits, their faces painted a ghostly white with black eye sockets and black lips. The great table is set with a variety of strange foods - steaming cauldrons of soup, large trenchers of meat and bowls filled with vegetables and fruit. Plates of pastries, looking at first glance like human brains or eyeballs, are on offer for those of a sweet tooth. Servants slink around in black, hardly visible, filling mugs and glasses with ale or wine upon request.

The Lady in the long red veil has covered what had been visible skin with black and white silk patterned to mimic a skeleton. She is otherwise as before: A very tall woman of athletic build all in red with a long veil, long gloves, and a dress made of layered irregular lengths of silk tied together in such a way that they never quite reveal anything scandalous, but look like they might at any minute. Despite her rather scandalous outfit, she walks head down, her hands clasped demurely as she enters.

Iris is there, no surprise really, as Loryn and her are in fact closer than one would assume, given she is a plain barmaid. Today she is a skeleton. Her face painted white, the areas about her blue eyes black. She wears a black dress with some white stripes sewed upon the bodice, somehow resembling a ribcage. The Iris skeleton leans over to Loryn and breathes a scary looking kiss to his cheek.

Easing his way inside, anyone familiar with the sight of the massive man would find that he clearly either hasn't bothered to put on a real outfit or just didn't get the memo. Gromm's here in his usual attire, that of which is already enough to fit the ghostly and spooky setting that the party is meant to give off, despite just being armor with bones strapped here and there- his body for as much as the eye can tell painted black however, offering the idea that he did give even the slightest of efforts. The large man blinks around for a moment or two from behind his helmet for a moment before he simply waddles his way over towards whatever mass of food may be available, simply to gawk for a moment, so it seems- so long as he isn't stopped.

Norah is settled in, beside Loryn, her hands holding a wiltered bouqet of black roses as she walks. She is nearly unrecognizable, although the cake and such is already put away. Her dress is on the very edge of scandalous. She seems to be using the bouquet to keep the foul airs from her face.

Lord Loryn has transformed into a skeleton as well, greeting people as they arrive and he recognizes them. "People have worked hard on their costumes.", he comments to Norah and Iris who are close to them, "Perhaps we should have a costume contest. Or simply reward the nicest one…" Nobody would stop anyone from getting at the food or drinks. Basically everyone who has been at the procession can enter and stuff their faces.

The large man is eyed warily when he enters, as well es the woman in the red dress. Iris'gaze flickers fondly over her Tyrell skeleton. "I am sorry I didn't manage more than this," she sighs, indicating her rather rushed ensemble. A glance is shot Norah's way, before the skeleton barmaid helps herself to a goblet of wine, red droplets of the beverage running down from the corner of her mouth to her chin.

The Woman in Red finds a place to stand out of the way of foot traffic, but easily visible and takes up her waiting stance. That is, she places her feet in a position, knees slightly bent well designed for standing still a long time, and freezes, head tilted down and hands still clasped before her. Her stillness is as close to a statue's as a live person can reasonably maintain.

Costumes? Well, Brynden's never been good with those things. So he just put on dark cloak with a hood, and pulled the hood over his head. Stepping in, he looks around for a few moments, but lets other pass him on the way further into the hall.

A gulp is heard from those who may creep close enough to the large, armored man, stopping with a jingle of the bones against each other as he stares down at some of the meat. A quiet sniff and a sigh, and his left hand simply reaches up to scratch his jawline with a finger as he reluctantly pulls himself away from the food. Shifting himself slightly, his left hand comes over to slip off his helmet, and perhaps he actually put a effort in? Nah, he's just plastered his face black. His helmet held down at his side, his gaze lazily glides along those present, offering a glance to the woman in red and another to the spooktastic tyrell and barmaid skeleton, and then a blink at Norah, though he doesn't necessarily seem as interested in them as he is interested in staring at the food and imagining eating it, so it seems as he purses his lips as he stares down at cauldron again, his helmet finding its way onto his head again with guidance of his left hand after a slight glance to Brynden.

Norah smiles at Loryn "That would be a very nice thought, Lord Loryn.." she offers, offering her arm to him, politely and gracefully. Her fingers gently squeezing Loryn's as she relaxes quietly. She seems to be enjoying the crowd

"We'll see…", Loryn replies, then excuses himself for a moment, having spotted the Hightower who's not only the local bigwig but also his boss. "Ser Brynden, what a pleasure to have you here.", he smiles at the man when he approaches, "I do hope you will enjoy yourself…" He gestures towards the table groaning with the food and the waiters circulating with fresh drinks. It is then he spots the Lady in Red and his eyes widen a bit. Uh oh.

Now if that wasn't a spooky entrance or what. Iris flinches when the knight walks past her and eyes are staring at her from a black void where the face should be. She also almost spills the wine, her hand tightening about the goblet before it can slip from her fingers. Then another glance is shot towards Norah, as the barmaid skeleton raises a brow in a mayhaps challenging way when Norah reaches for Loryn's hand.

Norah looks uncomfortable at being challenged, instead of fussing though, she turns to go to the food table, taking a pastry in hand - it looks like a black doughed tart with fruit jam atop it.. she eats it under her veil with grace and gentle manners.

The Lady in Red waits. With the veil there is no way to ready her face as Loryn spots her. Certainly, nothing in her posture changes.

"Thank you," Brynden replies to Loryn, offering the young man a brief smile. "I will try. Never been that good at such parties, you know. But it looks interesting so far." Looking over at the others, offering them a nod and a smile in greeting as well.

Gromm by now had given into his urges and letting out a grunt as he slowly chews on some vegetables and a bit of meat he had shoveled into his mouth. Grunting, he conceals his face once more with his helmet to hide his own disappointment in himself as to having been defeated by his desire to eat good food before his gazes falls upon the Lady in Red.. Or moreover, her attire more than herself. He swallows for a moment, the corner of his mouth pulling back into a lopsided frown behind his helmet as he critically scans her over for a moment or two before he slowly drifts away from his tactical position near the food table, slowly creeping along a short while before he stops having gotten at the least a bit closer, though now he stands a short distance from Norah as his right hand acts on his own, slipping over to sneak away a pastry and fit it under his helmet to slowly and quietly nibble on as he offers glance towards the Lady in Red.

"It is certainly an interesting mix of people.", Loryn replies to Brynden, his eyes drifting back to the Lady in Red. So he also misses the exchange between Iris and Norah, although it would certainly please him. "Tell you what, Ser, parties get better with each drink.", he winks at Brynden, then wanders on towards the big guy by the table who he doesn't recognize at all.

A smile appears on the skeleton barmaid's frightening features when Norah moves off, and a good sip is taken from her goblet of wine as if to celebrate her triumph. While her deep blue eyes follow Loryn as he walks over to Brynden and the impressive fellow by the table.

There is a slight shift in the angle of the Woman in Red's head as Gromm moves. A very sharp eye might catch that she is tracking his movements.

Norah looks at Gromm, curiously, shifting to offer him a tart. "Hello. Please try one. I assure you, it is perfectly safe." she offers, voice soft as she smiles. She does not seem to be fussing or making much noise other than offering people tarts and treats.

Gromm blinks for a moment, chewing on the last bit of the pastry he had snuck from the table with a grunt and a swallow, his gaze shifting from over his shoulder and back down to Norah, he tilts his head to the side for a moment, before a grin forms behind his helmet when he's offered some more food. "Thank you." he says as he slips one of the offered tarts, fitting it under his helmet which he lifts slightly to fit it in his mouth and chew on happily before he grunts, "It's good." he simply says as he notices the tyrell skeleton coming towards him, maintaining a blank expression and retaining silence despite internally screaming from the sheer spookiness of the skeletal outfit he wears.

Brynden chuckles as he hears that, nodding a bit now. "Thanks for the advice," he replies, moving over to get hold of something to drink now. Glancing around at the other people, his gaze falls on the Woman in Red for a few brief moments, then back towards the drinks.

Loryn is soon by Norah's side, looking up towards Gromm. "A friend of yours?", he asks Norah curiously, "I don't we've been introduced?" Since he hasn't had a chance to avail himself of food yet, Loryn grabs one of the darkly smoked chicken legs from the table to gnaw on it while he waits for an introduction to the big man.

Norah smiles "I haven't the faintest, my lord. I am Norah of house Plumm, this is Lord Loryn of house Tyrell." she introduces, politely, bowing her head. "I made scallops wrapped in bacon if you want to try them, well not I personally but I shared recipes with your staff and worked along with them last night and this morning."

A quiet and brief hum emits from Gromm as he finishes chewing and swallowing yet another tart he had stuffed into his face, blinking as he looks down to Loryn when he speaks, and then Norah for a moment. "Gromm." he says for a moment, a slight awkward silence maintaining for a few seconds as he doesn't say much else before he blinks and clicks into reality, "A pleasure." he says with a nod in a form of a curtsy, before his gaze falls back upon the Woman in Red, staring at her for a good moment before his gaze shifts to Brynden instead, before his eyes follow the movement of his right hand as it scouts along the table for for one of the legs that Loryn had grabbed for himself.

The Lady in the long red veil has covered what had been visible skin with black and white silk patterned to mimic a skeleton. She is otherwise as before: A very tall woman of athletic build all in red with a long veil, long gloves, and a dress made of layered irregular lengths of silk tied together in such a way that they never quite reveal anything scandalous, but look like they might at any minute. She stands out of the way of foot traffic, but is easily visible in her waiting stance. That is, her feet are in a position, knees slightly bent well designed for standing still a long time, which she does, head tilted down and hands still clasped before her. Her stillness is as close to a statue's as a live person can reasonably maintain, except for subtle movements of her head that might suggest she is keeping an eye on Gromm.

Norah takes one of the skewers, this one with seafood, moving to stand beside the lady in red, offering a genuine smile and offering the skewer "Here, have some, you have been so still. A bit of food will make the day far better."

Having gotten hold of some of the drinks now, Brynden shrugs a little to himself as he looks around again. "Ah, good," he mutters to himself as he takes a sip, looking around rather carefully now.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr… um, Gromm.", Loryn greets the stranger, "Are you enjoying yourself? Soon enough there will be music and dancing.", he announces rather reagerly. Seeing as Norah has wandered over to the Lady in Red (who he is avoiding), he wanders off to the dais where the musicians are still playing. He climbs onto the dais and waits until he has some attention to shout out "Ladies and Gentlemen! Our special guests for today, celebrating the honour and memory of our beloved lost ones, is the group Black Moon from Highgarden! Please put your hands together for our musicians - and let them know if you have any requests!"

Gromm offers a light nod to Loryn as he peers down at him, "This event is quite enjoyable, yes, thank you for asking." he says, though his attention is clearly drawn over towards the Lady in Red. He stares at the woman for a moment before he watches as Loryn wanders off towards the dais, taking this moment to turn his back for a moment, his left hand collecting two pastries and two tarts before he wanders along to a small, secluded area a bit closer in proximity to the Red Woman, but far away enough that the most he can do is stare at her and munch away on good food.

Suddenly the Lady in Red stops imitating a statue. She curtsies deeply and says in a low, husky whisper, "You are most kind." She takes the skewer and lifts it beneath her veil to eat, her face staying hidden. Then Loryn is calling for applause, which she gives, the gloves muting the sound.

Dressing up? Parties? Spooky theme? Well do you think anyone could have really kept her away from this anyway? It's slashed up fabric in a remarkable imitation of bedclothes combined and that memorable black gauzy wrap herald her love of the grim novelty tonight. Her arms and neck and face are ashen pale, black over her hands, around her eyes, dabbed on the tip of her nose and making a pretend grimace of death. This pint-sized skeleton is quiet and polite as she moves through shadows, playing the game of discerning disguises before reaching out to anyone.

Once Loryn is satisfied with the round of applause the band is getting, he leaves to launch into another song about Death and wanders away again, looking here and there to make sure the guests are comfortable and to appreciate the odd deep cleavage on display. Finally he spots the pint-sized skeleton and after narorwing his eyes for a moment to make sure, he approaches her. "Hey, Keli, you look good!"

The Woman in Red seems to glance in the mini-skeleton's direction before going back to position to watch Gromm's edging closer.

Gromm inhales slowly before letting out a quiet breath as he settles himself into his spot, watching the Lady in Red for a moment, his staring intense as he looks over even the slightest of her movements, following her gaze over towards the miniature spooky skellington before looking back over to the Red Lady, grunting as he slips along with his hands down at his side. Meanwhile, fumbling in through the entrance, a short and chubby man waddles in poorly disguised as a skeleton whom happily laughs with a skinny boy besides him that, much like Brynden, simply took it upon himself to cloak himself in black and a hood. The two look around for a moment, talking before they spot Gromm, snickering the fat man drags along the skinny boy as they make their way over, prompting Gromm to offer his attention to them as they approach before they go to town with indistinct mumbling regarding birds, geese, and how the party is pretty damn spooky.

Taking another sip from his drink as he adds to the applauds for the band, Brynden then going back to his drink as he looks between the others, studying them all a bit carefully for now.

Camillo very likely couldn't afford another costume on top of the mask he bought for the festivities, so he's just got that on, and his usual dull clothes. As is his wont, he sticks to the margins of things, moving mostly at the edges of the rooms, picking up conversations and perhaps guessing identities.

A group of three people enter in a straight line. The first is a tall thin man, the second a curvy woman of middle height, the third a child of about ten. All three are dressed in dark rags, the raged ends of which flutter as they move. Their skin is bone white pale, with bluish lips, their hair dark and lank. They seem to have been sprinkled with something that mimics slow flakes. They move slowly and silently, pale eyes staring as they aplit up to mingle with the crowd.

The Lady in the long red veil has covered what had been visible skin with black and white silk patterned to mimic a skeleton. She is otherwise as before: A very tall woman of athletic build all in red with a long veil, long gloves, and a dress made of layered irregular lengths of silk tied together in such a way that they never quite reveal anything scandalous, but look like they might at any minute.

She finishes the kabob Norah gave her and daintily sets the skewer on a nearby tray.

Little skeleton smiles when Loryn recognizes her, and to him she first drifts, even while watching those who advance on Gromm. More arrivals, and even one around her size, leave the mini skeleton grinning not quite as spookily as the real thing. She reaches out to Loryn, half-hugging his arm and whispers up to him, "Thank you, Loryn. Most everyone looks good," she says, keeping her tone soft and private. "Can I maybe get a real drink? Just one? Can even water it?"

Since Loryn is dressed as a skeleton as well, the hug will probably make them look like a bunch of bones getting mixed up. He frowns a little at the notion of Keli having a real drink. The house will probably burn down as a result thereof. "Well… if you're careful.", he concedes and smirks, "It's not like I could stop you anyway, if you set your mind to it? Oh, who's what?", he wonders when he sees the strange procession file in. "That almost looks like my aunt and her family…"

A gown of blue and silver trim, the Arynn colors unmistakable, and the garment has been seen before, though the lady…if her identity can be guessed correctly…could have afforded something new. Perhaps she did not have time to have something made, or perhaps she is sending a message, or perhaps…well who knows truly, but it is topped at least with a feathered half mask in white that emphasizes the hazel eyes beneath, the chestnut curls tumbling down behind. Tyrell coloring, Arynn colors…this is very likely the Lady Seryna Arynn, aunt of the host of the party, her carriage as proud as the gleaming reputation she thinks that posture must display. At first when she walks into the Grand Hall she merely takes it all in…the food, the drinks, the costumed guests and entertainers. Appraisal in her dark eyes…and then approval.

Gromm stands along with little to no costume other than having seemingly painted himself a literal black almost all over as far as what skin is visible under his half-plate armor linked with bones of people and animals alike that may look like a wildling fumbled in that had a bath in tar beforehand. Crossing his arms along his chest, he's talking with a fat man dressed as a skeleton and a skinny man that's simply shrouded himself with black cloths and a hood. Stalking over, Gromm clearly has his gaze focused upon the lady dressed in red- though considering he wears his helmet, it's hard to discern if he's about to go over to punch her in the jaw and take her money or to simply make conversation.

A young woman in her late teens enters from the garden in a lovely pink samite party gown. One side of her face is done up so her skin is a cracked and flaking mottled black grey. She is on the arm of a man who's skin is an unhealthy sallow shade and who has something black and gooey all over his lips and chin. They step towards the dance floor and take their place in the figures.

Guests murmur at the display of terrible taste.

The Lady in Red's stance shifts suddenly, as if she is poised to dance or fight.

Camillo eyes this pair of newcomers from behind his keyhole domino. He makes no sound but moves round the room to a place where he can watch this new couple more easily.

Kel-eton finds her way toward drinks, eventually settling on a sharp red wine - not her normal taste, if anyone might realize it. Pouring that into a glass, not a wooden mug, she carefully guards the drink and returns to Loryn, her suspicious eyes too busy watching the familiar giant and the unfamiliar lady in red.

Brynden raises his glass in greeting to the new arrivals, before he drains the rest of the drink, moving over to get a hold of a new drink. Gaze going back to the arrived lady for a little while longer, before he shrugs once more.

Loryn lets the Keleton have her wine, though he will keep a sharp eye on the girl from now on. "Come, let's say hi to my aunt and her family.", he urges, so far not notcing the new couple that causes a few murmurings. Instead he approaches Seryna and her family. "Seryna! What do you think, it's all going rather well, isn't it?", he asks cheerfully, "THe party is a great success! You should dance with me some time…"

Gromm doesn't seem to offer much of a greeting to the newcomers- even more so it seems that the mountainous man hasn't noticed their arrival at all as he steps up to the Lady in Red, blinking at her for a moment lazily from behind his helmet, the short fat skeleton fumbling over besides him, the skinny boy taking the moment to drift away from said fat skeleton to quickly make his way over towards the food table. Gromm tilts his head over to the side as he peers down at the Red Lady, blinking at her for a moment as the distance is maintained at that of one where the two can simply talk to one another but not be within their designated space. "Nice dress." he simply says in his deadpan voice, though it seems a bit more grim that the norm as he stares down at her for a moment, awaiting a reply, prompting the fat skeleton to blink at him, and then her- before noticing his skinny companion has made it to the food before he, "Oi'ya bette'h not start wit'out me!" he blurts out, a bit too quiet for the skinny boy who's currently pigging out to notice.

The Woman in Red curtsies to Gromm, her husky whisper has a Low Valarian tinge about the vowels, "It was a kind lone from the Mistress of the Baths. In the morning I will be silk and memory, silks to be returned to their rightful owner." He body language stays demure, but there is a frankness in her tone. She does not sound frightened by the giant's grim tone.

Grey Scale and Black Sick dance in a stately manner, silent as the trio of Ice rhymed Dead who drift about the party. The dancers have excellent posture and lively feet.

Camillo manages to unobtrusively snag a drink in a wooden mug, and tonight it seems he must have no nefarious plans, for he tips the mask up so that he can drink.

Kelinyx moves with Loryn wherever he goes, big skelly, little skelly, but she is keeping most of her interest on the half-standoff.

Gromm offers a slight nod in reply, "I see." he says for a moment, his gaze shifting off to the left for a moment, his eyes scanning along for a moment, "You have good taste, regardless whether it have been a loan or not." he simply says, maintaining his monotonous manner of speech before he abruptly begins to drift off, his gaze having fallen upon the fat skeleton and the skinny boy as they appear to be arguing over a particular chicken leg, growling quietly as he maneuvers over to them to step in between them, grab said leg and simply go to town on eating again.

The woman in Red maintains her curtsy unil Grom has moved off than steps delicately towards big and little skelly. She curtsies to them and whispers, "Bid me."

Alas, Seryna flees before Loryn gets a chance to speak with her. He opens his mouth to say something to Keli but then the Woman in Red is upon them. Of all people. Loryn stiffens a little at the sight and arches a brow. "Bid you? For what?" He's confused and just a bit wary of the woman. So he lets Keli deal with it. Yup big grown up Loryn hiding behind a girl.

Camillo is now making his circle round to the skeleton pair and the Lady in Red.

Kelinyx makes a soft sound, regarding the lady in red with much less suspicion than Gromm, if anything looking a touch amused. "My lady," she says in a quiet and faux-serious tone, "What ever could I do for you?" She even bows a bit at the waist, the little skeleton.

The Lady in Red angles her head to take each Skelly in in turn. she simply repeats, "Bid me."

Kelinyx furrows her brows softly, glancing back to Loryn curiously, as if wondering whether he'd urge her to, uh, do some bidding.

Gromm continues along with his 'dealing' of the argument over the food between the fat skeleton and the skinny hooded boy, allowing the two to watch in annoyance and slight awe as whatever piece of food they begin to contest over finds its way into the mountainous man's mouth as he grumbles quietly, chewing slowly before swallowing before his hands come along to smack them upside the back of their heads, "Behave yourselves." he murmurs to them with a lazy glance to either of them before pushing himself away to go back to watching the entertainers and crowd of the party alike, as the two accompanying him growl at each other as they tactfully pick out their treats and come over to settle besides him.

Loryn shrugs helplessly at Keli in a "I-got-no-clue-what's-going-on" way. "Pray, why should be bid for you? Have I missed an auction going on?", he wonders and looks relieved that Camillo is making his way towards them. He lifts his hand to give the man a quick greeting. "Hey man, good to see you.", he smiles.

Camillo inclines his head to Loryn. "My lord," he greats respectfully. He doesn't interfere in the matter with the Red Lady for now, but he does look at her.

Greyscale and Black Sick finish their dance, and drift towards the refreshment table.

The Lady in Red sighs and straightens, returning to her demure waiting pose without moving away.

The Lady in the long red veil has covered what had been visible skin with black and white silk patterned to mimic a skeleton. She is otherwise as before: A very tall woman of athletic build all in red with a long veil, long gloves, and a dress made of layered irregular lengths of silk tied together in such a way that they never quite reveal anything scandalous, but look like they might at any minute.

Three people (a tall thin man, a curvy woman, and a child of about ten) are dressed in dark rags, the raged ends of which flutter as they move. Their skin is bone white pale, with bluish lips, their hair dark and lank. They seem to have been sprinkled with something that mimics slow flakes. They move slowly and silently as mingle with the crowd.

Kelinyx tilts her head curiously, unable to resist the temptation. "Madame, I bid thee…." Wicked grin.

Loryn blinks. Keli and the Lady in Red? For a moment he looks like he's going to say something, then he just smirks and goes to find himself a fresh plate laden with goodness. He's a skinny skeleton, there's definitely more room for cake. On the way he gets snagged by other guests and soon disappears into a gaggle of people.

"I'm just sayin', tha' bird looks like 'et could prolly haul off tha' old prude who wouldn' gimme tha' carrot." mutters the short chubby skeleton to the skinny boy as the two stand behind Gromm, munching on some pastries. "You're delusional." says the skinny boy with a quiet sigh and a furrow of his brows, swallowing a small bit of the pastry before he takes another bite out of it. "Didn't you see the size of her? She'd make for a feast for a dragon, I tell you." says the boy, only to be met with retaliation from the chunky skellington, "Nah, nah, y'er exaggerating!" he says for a moment before the skinny boy offers a glance and a raise of his right brow, "You think?" he says before Gromm simply looks over his shoulder at the two, "I'd think that after you two stopped fighting over the food you'd eat it, rather than just talk." he says with a bored stare.

Camillo melts back into the crowd of revelers.

The Lady in red waits patiently for Keli's bidding, head down.

Kelinyx tilts her head curiously, unable to resist the temptation. "Madame, I bid thee…." Wicked grin. ((Repost))

A figure in bronze armor adorned with the runes of house Royce steps into the Grand Hall. His skin is ashen and atop the cadaverous palor, blood. A bronzed sword hangs at his hip. Atop his head rests a circulet of bronze adorned with the runes of the bronze kings. His shield is split with two diagonal and one vertical line, a party per pall, and is adorned with the Runes of House Royce, Mountains surmounted with a moon, and dunes and lapping blue waves. Kaspar is dressed as Robar II, the last of the Bronze Kings.

The Royce approaches the skeletons and nods to Loren, then to Kelinyx. "Quite the gatthering, Ser, but I fear I three cups behind you and your fellows."

Kelinyx hmms quietly, realizing the onus is still on her as to what shall be bade. "Uhm…as former Queen of Misrule I hold many secret truths…" She grins a bit, little dead girl thinking on her heels. "I bid thee accept this simple request." Then she leans in to keep the request a secret.

Norah is half sleepy looking, helping serving staff refresh a large bowl of spiked fruit punch. Her expression is merry and calm, swaying as she watches Kelinyx.

The Lady in red leans into the mini Skell's whisper and then says softly, "I have done all in my power to make your bidding true, Your Grace." She whispers something back, then offers the once Queen her gloved hand.

Kelinyx smiles a bit shyly, starting to come back to the world around her as she notices the dancing skeletons once more, the dissipating drama of Gromm and crew, and it's Kaspar's arrival that soon has her eye. She takes a moment refocusing, then takes the hand and gives the knuckles a peck. "As the lady wishes, I shall follow." Keli loves putting on her pretend-courtly voice.

A young woman in her late teens enters from the garden in a lovely pink samite party gown. One side of her face is done up so her skin is a cracked and flaking mottled black grey. Her companion is man who's skin is an unhealthy sallow shade and who has something black and gooey all over his lips and chin.

They feed each other tidbits from the buffet with moves as formal as a court dance.

The Red Lady's tones are warm with a true fondness for the diminutive Skell, though her voice stays it's Low Valarian accented husky whisper, "Are you so tired of your rule, your Grace? Would you not command me a few hours more? There are food and dancing and such to enjoy."

She curtsies to the Dead King, posture submissive.

"I can think of commands," Keli says quietly, giving an enthusiastic giggle after. "But what Queen humiliates her subjects? And what subject could humiliate themself more than the mysterious party who played the jester? I declare, if anything, we drink less water, more wine, and not forget there is fresh air to be had on balconies. Queen orders the plague to go fuck itself, too." Then she gives a glance to those with dark mouths, wary, urging others to look the same way. Sometimes being queen and making proclamations actually might do some good.

The ashen aspect of King Robar II steps away from the larger gaggle of costumed Reachmen and women. Despite his ashen aspect he looks a bit horrified and in awe of the macabre display. Finally, Robar moves into the deeper shadows to drink wine, preferably strong wine.

Norah blushes at the words of the girl, covering her mouth. Her eyes go to the bronzed king, her legs folding as she takes a cup of the punch, moving to stand still, her face staying just a touch scandalized.

The Red Lady rasps, "I think the Jester of Misrule must understand honor a Duty better than most. I respect sacrifice made for duty and for the greater good." Then in a tone that sounds like smiling, "As you wish." Still holding Queen Skellies hand unless the Skelly withdraws it, she captures a passing goblet of wine and lifts it up under her veil for drinking. He bedraped head turns to track the dead king as she drinks long and deep. Lowering her cup she says, "Best to live to the fullest now, as the stranger walks amoung us."

At the mention of the Stranger, Kaspar turns to the Red Lady. He nearly spills his goblet. Yes, he and the Royces keep the Old Gods. But an invocation of the Stranger by this macabre lady, or perhaps witch?, is enough to give even the Bronze King pause. It was an Andal who ended the reign of the first and last king of Runes, Mountain, and Fingers. Kaspar drains his goblet and laughs. "Next you will speak of the Great Other or the Night's King."

Keli, sipping wine, holding hands with her lady, watches the bronze king's approach, hears his commentary, then dips her head. "The Queen of Misrule bids the distracted times here and a happy but quick departure, Stranger." The little one must love playing fantasy noble court.

The Red Lady seems to be looking Right at the Bronze King, as she too spills a little of her wine, "The Lion of Night, the Stranger… The Many Faced God walks in all countries under many names. Tonight we remember our Dead and honor the one in whose arms we are all cradled in the end." She lets another libation spill. And then she dips another courtesy to the small Queen whose hand she holds. Her tone is jolly enough, though she never speaks above a whisper, "Ands what would best distract you, Your Grace?"

Keli, sipping wine, holding hands with her lady, watches the bronze king's approach, hears his commentary, then dips her head. "The Queen of Misrule bids the distracted times here and a happy but quick departure, Stranger." The little one must love playing fantasy noble court.

The Red Lady seems to be looking Right at the Bronze King, as she too spills a little of her wine, "The Lion of Night, the Stranger… The Many Faced God walks in all countries under many names. Tonight we remember our Dead and honor the one in whose arms we are all cradled in the end." She lets another libation spill. And then she dips another courtesy to the small Queen whose hand she holds. Her tone is jolly enough, though she never speaks above a whisper, "Ands what would best distract you, Your Grace?"

Keli, sipping wine, holding hands with her lady, watches the bronze king's approach, hears his commentary, then dips her head. "The Queen of Misrule bids the distracted times here and a happy but quick departure, Stranger." The little one must love playing fantasy noble court.

The Red Lady seems to be looking Right at the Bronze King, as she too spills a little of her wine, "The Lion of Night, the Stranger… The Many Faced God walks in all countries under many names. Tonight we remember our Dead and honor the one in whose arms we are all cradled in the end." She lets another libation spill. And then she dips another courtesy to the small Queen whose hand she holds. Her tone is jolly enough, though she never speaks above a whisper, "Ands what would best distract you, Your Grace?"

Kaspar actually gapes at the girl, Keli, in the raiment of a skelleton. "The Queen of Misrule and a Red Priestess? But is this not a festival of the Andal faith?" Here, he looks to the Red Lady, again. "And you invoke the Many Faced God of the Braavosi." This engenders a genuine shudder. The god of the faceless men is not invoked lightly.

"We only invite all, but understand some guests do work that we'd rather not see done here tonight," Keli the courtly anti-queen assures with a wink. "It is as the lady asks, you are our guest, bronze man, and we wish to make you merry before you are on your way. Lemon cakes? Red wine? Fresh air on the balcony?" This /must/ be hospitality, as that king's got plenty of wine in his belly already.

The Woman in red lowers her head again, "We all follow our own paths in our own way. If my means of honoring has offended you, I offer My sincerest apologies. I see some fine grape stuffed quail on the table."

Kaspar Royce, in the guise of the Rune King, stare a bit drunkenly at the Lady in Red. Clearly, he is too drunk or perturbed by the implications of mortality and the oneness of spiritual entities is too heavy for him to bear in his state. He stumbles to the balcony for said air and distantly can be heard retching.

Norah is quiet, undoing her apron as she comes out, adjusting her make up. Her hands smoothes over her black gown, adjusting a few of the stays, stretching out a little, her hands adjusting her lower back, cautiously, her curves showing as she checks what is going on yet. She's been working.

Dressed in black and gold with his Lion's mask on Edwyn prowls the room looking around for someone specfic. About his neck is a golden chain and it disappears under his shirt a small lump resting under the fabric against his chest, near his heart. His steps are slow as he roams the room looking about. Norah is spotted but aparently it is not her he seeks though he does give her a rather bright smile before continuing his search. He circles around eyeing everyone in the crowd carefully as he tries to spot the one he seeks.

Norah 's veiled and in costume, although Edwyn's smile is returned, her hands taking a spoon of punch, her weight moving to settle on a bench, legs settling together as she attempts to get a bit of rest or find a dance partner. fingers picking at her dress, a few cobwebs in the train.

A very tall, athletic looking woman in a long red veil and goves stands just inside the doors to the garden. He gown is irregular layers of silk tied in such away that when she moves it looks like all might be revealed any minute, but never is. Despite her nigh scandalous choice of gown, her head is down submissively and her hands are clasped like a demure maiden's. She stands patiently, as still as a live human reasonably can, the evening air making bits of silk flutter as they hit the heat of the crowded room. A band plays, all is decorated in a skull and skeleton theme. the refreshment offerings are vast.

Iris still wears her rushed ensemble of a black dress with a few white strips sewn onto it - a faint resemblance of a ribcage for those with enough imgination. Her face is painted white, black shadows about her eyes both accentuate them but give them a slightly creepy air as well. She still drinks from a goblet of wine, but it is probably her third if not fourth. Dark brown hair is worn in a braid and thusly kept from falling into her face. She eyes the red dressed woman quite impertinently at the moment, with a slightly stubborn albeit impressed flicker in her deep blue eyes.

Norah is quiet, taking a long draw of her punch, her hands moving to touch under her eyes. Trying to wake up a little it seems. her curved frame stretched out as she observes Edwyn and the red woman curiously, cheeks bright pink.

Loryn had been… somewhere. Who can tell? It's his house. But he finally returns to the great hall to see if the party is still going strong or if it may be time to evict the last stragglers.

The three pale ones in tatters still stalk through the crowd, makeup undamaged, as they have not eaten or drunk. The fake snow has begun to unstick, fleck squished here and there on the floor. The young couple dress as Greyscale and Black sick dance a gallard, kicking high.

Iris' head turns when Loryn reappears. A slightly raised brow curving over one of her eyes, both of which skim inquisitively over the Tyrell lord's frame. Sipping with pointed slowness from her goblet of wine, she will shift a little in her stance, maybe trying to bring her own curvy form to Loryn's attention, even if it is covered with a hideous if not slightly sombre black dress with bone imitations sewn onto it.

Norah 's make up is fine, because it was done professionally. She watches Loryn curiously, stretching her back as she stands up to move over to the red woman, extending her hand, very gently "I know women do not usually dance with women, but, I've not had a dance the entire night, and I did come to have a lovely time." she offers with a soft smile. "I'ma bit bad at it, but it is for fun, right?

The Woman in Red curtsies to Norah, then straightens up with her hands in position. She rasps softly, "Am I the man for this dance or are you, My Lady?" She is significantly taller than Norah.

Loryn spots Iris looking at him and heads over to her, trying not to yawn. "While I love a party where people dance till daybreak, I'm not feeling very much for dancing anymore.", he confesses, looking at those who still do dance. "What do you say… we withdraw?"

Norah laughs a bit "Well, if it isn't a bother it would be lovely, mistress." she asks up at the red woman, her delicate smile accentuating the stitch-design on her lips. Someone took a lot of time to do her makeup and it shows.

Little Skellinyx comes prowling back in, not having snuck off to drink given her alert and calm demeanor, but she's already looking for certain guests, making no effort to hide it as her neck cranes or she stands on tiptoes occasionally.

"Withdraw?", Iris echoes with a smirk as she looks up to Loryn's face. "When you already got your rest, M'lord?" She downs the rest of her wine and rolls her shoulders a bit. "It has been a long day - and a long night, so yes. Why not?" This added with a shrug, even if that smile on her lips cannot be denied. "If it is your wish… But can we leave your guests unattended, really?"

The Woman in Red sounds like she is smiling as she whispers, "As you wish." She sweeps Norah into the figure, the dance lively for one so late in a party, all those people dressed as the Dead Dance in a manic celebration of life, doing hops and leaps and kicks. The Woman in Red seems to know the steps and is not put off by lifting her partner instead of being lifted.

Loryn looks around for other Tyrells, but it seems Seryna and Lisette have both disappeared. He shrugs. "Ah, the servants will keep an eye on them.", he decides, "The musicians have been paid to play till daybreak, so once they pack it in, the last guests will probably go home or… find themselves a haystack.", he winks.

Norah is too small to lift anyone, build wise. She dances as gracefully as she can manage. She isn't drunk but she is tipsy "My gratitude Mistress in red." she coos out, her weight swaying, the long train making her look more spectral and graceful when lifted. She's very calm about everything.

The red Lady is likely a bit tipsy from the looseness of her limbs but the dance seems to sharpen and revive her, make her more vivid. "I exist to serve until the light of dawn hits the paving stones of garden Isle." She pauses to breath properly for another hop and lift, the adds, "After I am Silk and Memory."

Kelinyx comes slithering after those who look like they could use a little mischief or interest, but finding most she knows occupied, she instead takes to trying to sneak snacks to the guards and see if any of them might get a little chatty as a result. Just Keli things.

"A haystack," Iris chuckles, shaking her head a little at the host's nonchalance. "Well. I hope you plan to withdraw with me to your room rather." The words are murmured into Loryn's ear, before she reaches for his hand and raises a brow. "So? Where to, my lord?"

"What's wrong with a haystack?", Loryn wonders innocently. Whether it's genuine innocence or just teasing is hard to say. He does have a room though. His eyes scan the room once more - people dancing, little Skelly feeding guards - and sees that all is well. "Alright, let's go.", he decides and sneaks out with Iris in tow

Norah 's hands gently grasp the red lady when lifted "Then perhaps you would escort me home, and help me wash this make up off? It would be nice to have a bit of help - as I've never worn makeup before like this." she offers, pointing at her face.

The Lady in Red angles their steps towards the door. "Do your feet ache, My Lady? I exist to serve."

Norah blushes "Oh goodness no, I'm used to being on my feet all day, unlike most ladies, I am quite able to manage it - also I wear goodly made shoes, friend. You should spend what you spend on a gown when you buy an every day pair of shoes or boots." she admits with a laugh, "If it is a cotton gown - up to double."

The Red Lady laughs softly, "I have worn these slippers through with dancing, but shall need no others. She offers the smaller Lady her arm. As they step pout into the night mist, ste straightens, her posture as if for the dance, and her head up and moving, much as a knight would guarding a lady.

Norah takes the red ladys' arm "The silk you wear is exquisite, by the way. It looks to be of the highest quality and very nice. You are lucky." she offers, leaning just slightly into being led, not minding the leading. She's not flirting, just exhausted.

Though she has been on her feat since the start of the Dance, her arm in strong in support and she steps as if she is not tired. Sharp eyes will notice that she is not lying about the soles being warn tthrough. She has tied the tops onto her feet with red ribbons. The shoes are flimsy, the sort worn for the dances of a season and discarded. Still she walks through rocks, and party filth all the way back to Champion's way without limp of complaint, flashing a small, but very sharp nice twice at men paying too much attention.

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