Roleplay

"Oh how awful, I can imagine how tiring that must be. Excuse my bold headed opinion here, but I truly believe that by carriage is no way to travel.." he shakes his head dramatically, as if truly recounting carriage horror trips that he has very much never been on, suddenly he stays still, his entire demeanour changing from pleasant conversation to barely contained excitement.
"Now by ship, that's something completely different" He says breathlessly, almost in a hushed tone, as if divulging a secret. Something in Esra's eyes glint as he mentions ships, unable to stop his lips from snaking into a grin.

(@LilRosebud)

Daphine Hellobonia

Location: Garden
Interaction: Adnachiel

Daphine watched as the satyr approached, and then stood up sharply as a sparrow began to dive at his head. She quickly strode forward, her glass still in hand, and waved her other hand at the bird, shooing it away. It pecked her wrist before darting away, chirping some sort of victory tune that Daphine was too tired to even try to interpret. She turned toward the satyr, taking in his fine jewelry and elaborately done hair. For a split second she felt rather small and underdressed before shaking that feeling away.

"The fauna and flora here is very different from the ones in my home. A tad more aggressive and...loud." Her eyes drift towards the sky where the bird disappeared as she swirls her drink, then land square back on the satyr. "I am from the Araujia Faction, far up north, so it is much, much quieter. My name is Daphine Hellobonia"

She extends her hand forward in an indication of a handshake. Her ears tilt forward, her curiosity getting the better of her. Not many would have approached her when she was out in the garden, so this person intrigued her. He felt similar, and she sensed some sort of magic from him. She stubbornly refused to open her third eye, instead dancing on the idea of a potential magic user besides herself.

"Can you.... sense people such as myself?"

"Oh~ do tell." Alexander smiles, curiosity written on his face. He hasn't been on many ships that were memorable. He's traveled on ferries before but the stories he hears sailors tell are always a blast. He loved the smile Esra displayed when he thought or apparently spoke about ships. Something about people sharing their passions is always fantastic.

He also appreciated how relaxed Esra was, regardless of his status. Most nobles (including him) have to keep up a face in order to prevent others from finding weaknesses that can be used to their advantage. He also hated how fake some people could be, just playing nice for the camera but inside hating your guts. He prefers it if people would just outright say it. I mean, whats the point in hiding it?

(@Wiem)

“Well, I don’t even know where to start! How many voyages have you been on, may I ask? I have to say, nights out on the sea are really something special. No other lights, no land, even the sea falls silent. It’s just you and a concert of stars, more than you could ever imagine! Or when the sea becomes rough, like an overeager lover-“ he laughs “I can’t help but be amazed by it even when it’s trying to get me!”
(@LilRosebud)

"Voyages? I haven't been on any." He chuckles. "In my position, although I also deal with shipments, I always seem to be more inland. I've heard plenty about the adventures people have gone on, and I have seen the sea before. Just can't enjoy the many things I've heard about, seeing as I can't really be in the sun."
Alexander imagined the possible fun it could be but to him, there were also many concerns to be had.
(@Wiem)

Perel, in the gardens, with nobody

The earlier hours of twilight had been spent shirking the attentions—glances, gazes, glares; adoring, glowering, despairing— of the other equally decadent strangers in the room. He'd taken a filled flute of champagne from the pyramid, brought it to his lips—didn't imbibe— and made himself busy with it, floating him through mindless conversation and obtunding routines of display. It was not yet Veltza, and as such he had no duty to bore himself with the anesthetic prating of the other guests. In fact, the most meaningful moments of the night thus far had been but sidelong glances at the more interesting people in the room as he clung onto the arms and backs of various faceless partners; some men, some women, but all equally deprived of attention aside from occasional looks and physical affirmations. There was the woman whose smile ate the evidently harmless words that came from it, twisted them into something dangerous, beautiful; and then the prince who thought he and his beast ruled the world, or at the very least this party; the childish parrot-jay.

Ah yes, and there he was, too. A star in a sea of them. He glowed. Perhaps the worst of them all. Savoring this thought, a corner of his lips perked up and he stepped outside. This body wasn't used to the world above, and the change in temperature sent blooms of goosebumps across his shoulders and uncovered back. The meticulously-groomed gardens were the perfect place to listen in on conversations, figure out connections... and for all he was worth, he was at least a good listener.

Volaris’ rings clicked against the glass, adjusting her hold on it as the avian’s apparent excitement slipped into their actions. A slight rumble escaped her, and though the sound may not have been friendly per-se it didn’t exactly hold aggression.

“Yes, some of us. I don’t imagine I’d be especially welcome here if I couldn’t.” Not that a lot of places really wanted the attention of any dragon, let alone one of her degree. Then again, she didn’t feel especially welcomed even when she could. Like from the man adjacent that came in behind her, who’s gaze she could practically feel piercing into her and Bang, apparently none too pleased to see the two factions with an iron grip on the mountains consorting. Soon as her eyes caught him looking though, there was a quick turn and shuffle through the crowd… no doubt to go tell someone else what had been seen.

"Aye, that makes sense. Some people think y'all are monsters, but us ClawWings? Well, there is a dragon who visits us sometimes and he's the nicest person i think ive ever met. And you are very cool so far too!" Bang chirps. The voice in his head again chides him but again he ignores it. He WILL have a decent time here dammit, anxieties be damned.

@SuddenShimmer