Spring time ball (open)

[saph]

Saphyre nodded as he took her arm and walked along side Simon to enter the glade. “Lead the way my lord, I don’t think I will be caught speaking to very many. Because I am not sure I will know anyone who will be in attendance. Thus it will be polite chit chat and plenty of filing observations away. And Maybe some dancing. I am not sure I will drink anything though it is the Fey playing host no telling what they will be serving.”

She smiled though it was actually something of a gleeful form. “Besides more then likely you’ll meet your match here. Literally. At least it’s new.” She said this softly as they passed through the gate with guards and into the glen.

[evilinnocent]

Bernice looked around wondering who all the new people were. Her eyes seem to turn ice blue as she scanned the people coming into the party. Her body was alive with the rush of energy she felt around her. Her eyes fell oh Kisa then jumped to each person in the garden, she thought she was the youngest one there.

Growling under her breath slightly as her top started to slide out of place. "Come on" She muttered to herself as she pulled her top up and fumbled with it. This outfit was made for a busty women which she was not, she did work on it to get it to fit her small frame. Putting the top back in place as she blushed.

The feel of a small breeze touched her skin as she took a deep breath of it as she tried to calm her nerves. She was so embarrasses about her top slipping and sliding out of place, the red spread out across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She looked down to hide it as she let out a small sigh.

[metatron]

Sorcha pressed herself into Andrius taking in the strength of his power as rolled off him in waves. As she enjoyed her privately public moment someone walked up to her and addressed her as if she cared who and what he was. Gave a short address and promptly turned heel and walked away, a Lacrimossa knight unless she missed her guess. It was really unimportant at the moment she wanted, and because wanted she could feel the power. The power of desire the power of spring, and she wanted that too there was so much that she wanted and it burned within her cold body like fire melting the ice of the unseelie within. Even if she didn’t get the crown she was bidding for she was glad she indulged this season within her and she would continue to do so because it felt good it felt right and natural to her. She felt Andrius attention wander from her to the gathered host no more than idle curiosity and that was fine, she knew there was none that could compare to her. At least that is what she thought until she felt the seelie prince enter, and her world began to move around her. Sorcha had seen Prince Kenyon across distant battlefields many times but never had she been so close to him as this. The rumors said that he was a perfect opposite to her in power skill and beauty, and seeing him so near she knew it was true. A strange feel washed over her out throughout the party it was something beyond want past desire, more ancient more primal, it was NEED. Sorcha needed to be near him she needed to touch him and feel him, she slid out of Andrius’s arms leaving a light kiss on his lips as a promise that she would return to him, but for now she needed to go to Kenyon. As she drew near her power flared and roared like the gaping maw of the endless abyss the darkness rose to meet his light, but her dark was the equal of his light and when a light that will not fad meets a shadow that will not abate the two can only bring each other into eve sharper contrast. Everything about Sorcha became more real more beautiful, as her face and form were cast into sharp relief the every perfection of her lines so real they were painful to look at. As she lifted her hand all could feel the very air vibrate the magnitude of their opposing power, she held out her hand palm up, for she could cross no more distance herself the last bit must be his if he would cross it and take her offered hand, time itself seemed to stop and wait for his choice.

[metatron]

Simon smiled the thought of meeting his match was pleasant but it was unlikely the young wolf he had met at the gym would be there, bo other creature had stirred his beast so and made his heart beat like him. So he let the thought sluip to the back of his mind tonight would probably be has much fluff work for him as it would for her, but then when he entered the glad he felt it he smelt it, his beast jumped to life within him and stirred through the gathered partiers right to the wolf he was just thinking of. He felt him in his mind just shortly before he saw him with his eyes to his surprise there were two, but even though they looked just the same Simon knew which one was for him, to him the difference was as obvious as night and day. He politly excused himself from Saphyre and made his way to his side he ignored everyone and everything else even the very powerful vampire that he stood next to, Simon wanted nothing more than to be near his wolf. When he finally reached him Simon looked into his eyes and smiled, for it like he had found his other half though he had not even known it was missing the fox within him seemed to feel the same way as it tentatively reached out to the wolf wanting to rub itself against him and feel the contact between their to beasts and to be whole.

[Deleted]

T'lynx'tri watched as his brother walked around parading his armor at the gathering. He thought about seeing if his brother's sword handled as well as his own. Of course knowing his family the swords were twins much like he and his brother Raziel and Uriel. the names were similar even. looking at him, T'lynx'tri yearned to know his brother better. the odds of that ever coming to past, he knew were very slim. T'lynx'tri's distrust of his mirror image was branded into the very soul stuff that inhabited the human-like shell.

He looked at the rest of the crowd, T'lynx'tri drank in the crowd. He relished in the energy that flowed in the room. As much as he wanted to back in Arcadia, he enjoyed not being in the courts.
The party brought emotions to the fore. T'lynx'tri watched the vamp that flew in shortly after he came in. The vamp moved between the bodies like ale, none seemed to know the predators that walked with the prey.

[kenyon]

Kenyon noticed the moment Sorcha realized He was there. He watched the same encompassing need blossom through her. It was true they knew of each other but only what rumors could supply. If his memory served him well as it usually did. There were hundreds of battles they had waged with each other on opposing ends of the battle fields without drawing close enough for them to have an effect upon the other.

This however he recognized. This was truly creation at work. He watched her draw closer and their differences were brought not just into sharp relief but into an object of themselves. Looking at the two was akin to looking at a magical living embodiment of the yin yang as its halves drew closer to encompass the other.

He watched as her power flared around her, even as his own flared about him in reflection of hers. Brightness like that of the sun and then calmed by that of Sorcha. Even as his chase back the shadows she brought she took the edge from his light. In this sharp relief Kenyon studied her features. Her eyes almost the mirror of his own with yellow instead of violet, the pallor was just the same. Her hair with the various shades from purple to lavender depending on the angle of the light and shadow that cast about her now. Bringing new layers to her features both softening and bringing an unreal ness to her. As though she could be something untouched by time.

She stopped, having moved as much as the power swirling around them would allow. So strong it was an unseen current, that moved with its stealth and invisibility about them moving her hair and tugging at his loose shirt. The magic, the power was a tangible thing. He stood a mere few feet from her. He looked into her eyes as he extended his own hand moving the remaining feet when his hand caressed along the back of hers. His left hand to her right. He folded his thumb into her palm drawing her closer to him. He did not give up his steps to her but welcomed her to him drawing her closer with a gentle but strong grip of his hand.

He glided his right about her waist embracing her, curling her hand in his own. Now connected they seemed to balance. He of course felt the same need to touch her as she felt towards him but he had resisted waiting for her to make the first movement. Now however he did not wait. He bent his head and feathered a brush of her lips along her right cheek bone. It was done more in a greeting then anything else. In a way she fit against him. He had at some point lost the roses he had been holding.

They stood the currents around them seeming to balance at last and simply drift through the glen in the combined power. Something new laced through something that was but wasn’t it was like a flutter at the back of the mind. A memory, but you couldn’t simply identify it.

He waited for breath to resume drawing his hand down along her arm leaving her hand resting on the edge of his shoulder. He traced the flesh of her inner arm. Fingers caressing softly along her clavicle along the side of her neck. He drew his fingers along the underside of her chin stopping in a gentle lift to maintain the direct eye contact. The tip of his middle finger just gracing the tip of her chin, his index finger merely an inch from his middle. He smiled a slight barely imperceptible curve of lips. It was one of those inner smiles of knowing.

[hiero]

Andrius felt the prickle of Sorchas attention fade like a spring breeze subtlety yet completely. His curiosity was piqued. He had noticed the glittering Arcadian noble freshly arrived. The puncture of the world around him was something that Andrius could not afford to miss. He was ever wary it was his lot in life. Sorchas kiss made promises he knew she'd be hard pressed to fulfill.

Smiling beneath his mask he watched the fireworks like all of the other revelers. Save one exception he watched with the eye of a collector. He measured the balance of the Arcadians power. That ephemeral yet wholly weighty substance. Andrius trafficked solely in its realm. He knew its trappings.

Sorcha had met her match. Her balance the hand of fate moved yet again. They were bookends to one another. A matched set. It would be interesting to watch the events of their dalliances. There was a corner of Andrius that viewed the magic of them through slitted eyes. That portion was already making plans. He would deal with that later for now he would assist this convergence by doing nothing.

Judging by the lack of mouth agape shock he knew that most of the Arcadians gathered had grown accustomed to such displays. He watched Katrina and her wolves be beset by Simon Prince. There was one he would have to reconvene a meeting with. Again it was a matter for another day. Without wasting a spare thought Andrius was swallowed by shadow. If one had bothered to notice he was there then he was not. No one could in fact attest that he had ever been more than a phantasm of Sorchas abilities. As it stood there was nothing but space where he once had been. Even the gathered shadows were no longer in attendance...

[saph]

She made the same murmers of excuses that Simon made to her. She difted with a sashaying grace that she had from dancing. She saw Relam. Yes they did share a class or two. But she had not expected to see him here. she didn't even notice Simon drifting to Tro. However saphyre stopped before Katrina. She gave a slight curtsy. "Would it be alright if I borrowed Relampagos ma'am? I have found that i have grow fond of his company." She looked up at katrina and smiled she recognized her as the owner of where she works.

She looked to Relam and smiled. knowing that scent anywhere. he was one of the only people whomade her do that girlish kind of dumb.

[Tempus]

Tempus raised an eyebrow at the conflagration of glamour as the seelie prince and unselie princess dazzled each other in their power. He was aware as to how wild glamour could effect those caught within its arc. He shielded himself throwing up a barrier between himself and the wild stuff of lust,love, and loathing. It was heady stuff and strangely fitting for this bachanalia to spring. It was a sign that he was in the right place. This city truly was damned to be interesting.

Sadly if it was to stand then a court must be put into place or at least a freehold. King Sir Orric would raze the entire city devoid of glamour lest there be a body politic to stand in his way. He knew that while his ends were admirable that Orric was a zealot at best and a madman at worst. Unfortunately now that he'd seized the throne the fate of many a city rested in his hand. He was willing and capable of waging war as devastating as it was hidden from mortal purview. He was unsure whether T'lynxtri was here for much the same reason as he but he knew what needed t be done.

To that end he eased closer to the conflagration clearing his throat just above the roar of the public intimate mingling. "Ahem!!! If I may have a moment!" He knew that it might take more to sunder this display but he would try to be discreet in his true aim.

[liadan]

Liadán watched the people around him wondering what the hell he was going to do. There were others of the light there. He could go to them. If he so chose. It was his choice not to. Instead, he stood thinking of nothing. It was a habit he couldn't quite break. He did it when he knew that he was a child who needed to know his place. Unfortunately back in Arcadia that had been far too often for his health. Here it was more often than a person realized. Though he wasn't going to admit that. He was far too proud for that.