Daphine Hellobonia
Location: Garden
Interaction: Adnachiel
Her eyebrows quirk up at the very idea of feeding an animal, although she supposes that makes sense considering the slight greed of the flowers. Too much fertilizer, she supposes. She feels a bit bad for his hair, but she refrains from any type of fixing. Her eyes creep up to rest on his hair, however, before coming back down to firmly rest on his face.
She hums in response to his answer, switching her drink between her gloved hands. Her own magic, at it's weakest, only had suggestions to offer her, and she was stubbornly refusing to elevate it to a level that gave her concrete thoughts of others. She briefly wonders about the limitations of his power, before returning to the present.
Her faction did not have many satyrs, and those who did live there tended to be much more quieter and reserved. This satyr seemed to be a little more accustomed to the indoors, which lead her to believe he was not raised in the same wilderness environment than she was. Nevertheless, it was nice to know that there was another being of nature within the party.
"It is nice to know that there is another nature spirit at this party. And one with that my kind of magic at that. Where I am from, any sort of mind magic is considered more of a curse than a blessing. My people prefer plant magic." She waves her hand towards the flowers, doing just as her faction had instructed her. They had wanted her impress any potential allies, or anybody she met in general. The flowers grew, until they overfilled the planter. "What kind of magic resides in your kingdom?"
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Eneth Initosh
Location: Ballroom
Interaction: None
The party was not going as it was instructed to.
He had arrived a tad late, which was not the best for first impressions. After arriving fashionably late, he had proceeded to embarrass himself in front of a rather potential, powerful ally by stuffing his mouth full of food. Perhaps pity would cause the haughty man to come back to him, but Eneth doubted it, especially after the next turn of events.
His outfit, a deep red collection of battle armor and silks, was thankfully fireproof. He reflected on this fact as he set the sleeve of his dance partner on fire. It was only the sleeve, but his dance partner was very attractive and now he was glaring down at Eneth as he brushed the soot covered cloth. Considering the commotion of an actual fire, caused by yours truly, and the amount of glances he was getting (he was normally very bad at reading signals but two different people had audibly said his name and he was Very Aware of peoples eyes on him at this point in time), he decided to go to the refreshment table to cool off.
Daphine Hellobonia
Location: Garden
Interaction: Adnachiel
Her eyebrows quirk up at the very idea of feeding an animal, although she supposes that makes sense considering the slight greed of the flowers. Too much fertilizer, she supposes. She feels a bit bad for his hair, but she refrains from any type of fixing. Her eyes creep up to rest on his hair, however, before coming back down to firmly rest on his face.
She hums in response to his answer, switching her drink between her gloved hands. Her own magic, at it's weakest, only had suggestions to offer her, and she was stubbornly refusing to elevate it to a level that gave her concrete thoughts of others. She briefly wonders about the limitations of his power, before returning to the present.
Her faction did not have many satyrs, and those who did live there tended to be much more quieter and reserved. This satyr seemed to be a little more accustomed to the indoors, which lead her to believe he was not raised in the same wilderness environment than she was. Nevertheless, it was nice to know that there was another being of nature within the party.
"It is nice to know that there is another nature spirit at this party. And one with that my kind of magic at that. Where I am from, any sort of mind magic is considered more of a curse than a blessing. My people prefer plant magic." She waves her hand towards the flowers, doing just as her faction had instructed her. They had wanted her impress any potential allies, or anybody she met in general. The flowers grew, until they overfilled the planter. "What kind of magic resides in your kingdom?"
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Eneth Initosh
Location: Ballroom
Interaction: None
The party was not going as it was instructed to.
He had arrived a tad late, which was not the best for first impressions. After arriving fashionably late, he had proceeded to embarrass himself in front of a rather potential, powerful ally by stuffing his mouth full of food. Perhaps pity would cause the haughty man to come back to him, but Eneth doubted it, especially after the next turn of events.
His outfit, a deep red collection of battle armor and silks, was thankfully fireproof. He reflected on this fact as he set the sleeve of his dance partner on fire. It was only the sleeve, but his dance partner was very attractive and now he was glaring down at Eneth as he brushed the soot covered cloth. Considering the commotion of an actual fire, caused by yours truly, and the amount of glances he was getting (he was normally very bad at reading signals but two different people had audibly said his name and he was Very Aware of peoples eyes on him at this point in time), he decided to go to the refreshment table to cool off.
she/her pronouns, call me eyes or lanni 
simply a girl in one hell of a world
Volaris
Ballroom
Interactions: Bang (@Acetheaxolotl) | Mentions Eneth
“Among other things…” Volaris hummed slightly. “Still–”
Her watch of the ballroom shifted, gaze settling on a red-clad dancer just as a small fire flickered to life. A small snort escaped her at the sight, before lifting her glass to take a long drink while the man fled the now displeased crowd. No, it didn’t look like this was going to be nearly as lively as celebrations back home.
She hadn’t forgotten the little bird though, the end of her tail flicking as her glass dipped again. “The Clawwings,”-- So she’d been right about that– “...What is it you get up to nowadays?”
Volaris
Ballroom
Interactions: Bang (@Acetheaxolotl) | Mentions Eneth
“Among other things…” Volaris hummed slightly. “Still–”
Her watch of the ballroom shifted, gaze settling on a red-clad dancer just as a small fire flickered to life. A small snort escaped her at the sight, before lifting her glass to take a long drink while the man fled the now displeased crowd. No, it didn’t look like this was going to be nearly as lively as celebrations back home.
She hadn’t forgotten the little bird though, the end of her tail flicking as her glass dipped again. “The Clawwings,”-- So she’d been right about that– “...What is it you get up to nowadays?”
(Interacting with: Eneth)
“Excuse me. You, guard.”
Arcas’ attention was finally shifted from the chattering half-elf by what seemed to be an actual problem. The man that spoke was walking up to them. Self-assured steps and brows drawn low, it appeared he had something very important to say.
“A young man burnt my clothes and now he’s going to the refreshments. A fire mage that is very adept at the fire part.” The man sniffed, gesturing to his sleeve, “Do something and get him out of here and away from the alcohol. I don’t want the whole place to be converted to smithereens. I’ll lead you to him so that I can see to it you do your job.”
The man turned and Leona smirked at Arcas’ unchanging expression, sidling up to the unnamed man to converse. Arcas silently sighed once she turned away, following suit as they crossed into the interior once again.
“How appalling, that is such fine fabric.” Leona tutted, pinching at the ruined sleeve, “How amateur.”
Arcas rolled his eyes at that, walking ahead when the man turned to point out the ‘perpetrator’. He cleared his throat after a quick observation, noting that, while the burns scars, outfit and height of the man would make him appear threatening, he didn’t seem to be very menacing otherwise. Though it probably helped that Arcas wasn't easily threatened.
“Are you the fire mage? I need to ask you some questions.” Following protocol may not be what the supposed victim wanted but Arcas wasn’t going to toss out some random guy without enough reason.
(Interacting with: Eneth)
“Excuse me. You, guard.”
Arcas’ attention was finally shifted from the chattering half-elf by what seemed to be an actual problem. The man that spoke was walking up to them. Self-assured steps and brows drawn low, it appeared he had something very important to say.
“A young man burnt my clothes and now he’s going to the refreshments. A fire mage that is very adept at the fire part.” The man sniffed, gesturing to his sleeve, “Do something and get him out of here and away from the alcohol. I don’t want the whole place to be converted to smithereens. I’ll lead you to him so that I can see to it you do your job.”
The man turned and Leona smirked at Arcas’ unchanging expression, sidling up to the unnamed man to converse. Arcas silently sighed once she turned away, following suit as they crossed into the interior once again.
“How appalling, that is such fine fabric.” Leona tutted, pinching at the ruined sleeve, “How amateur.”
Arcas rolled his eyes at that, walking ahead when the man turned to point out the ‘perpetrator’. He cleared his throat after a quick observation, noting that, while the burns scars, outfit and height of the man would make him appear threatening, he didn’t seem to be very menacing otherwise. Though it probably helped that Arcas wasn't easily threatened.
“Are you the fire mage? I need to ask you some questions.” Following protocol may not be what the supposed victim wanted but Arcas wasn’t going to toss out some random guy without enough reason.
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"Oh, we mostly make and sell weapons and armour to other kingdoms." Bang again flutters his wings in pride. "Im the head blacksmith"
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SuddenShimmer
"Oh, we mostly make and sell weapons and armour to other kingdoms." Bang again flutters his wings in pride. "Im the head blacksmith"
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Audbjorn | Ballroom | Mentions: Eneth, Arcas
Audbjorn lazily watched the crowd as he and Aimer attempted to sample a bit of everything from the tables of food and drink. Such fine food and a show to go along with it, this was certainly a luxury he could get used to. He was much more accustomed to dried meats or overcooked hare snacked on while stumbling over roots.
A flash of orange glimmered off the adornments of a few partygoers and Audbjorn's half-blind gaze was brought to a man in armor. Armor! A rare dash of dented metal in a sea of fine silks. He wondered what reasoning this individual had to bare such garb. Perhaps as a show of their faction, similar to the hunter's own clothing. Protection against weapons or teeth- he must ask them about it.
Before he could so much as think about navigating the crowd a guard approached the only interesting person under this roof. If this was anything like what he experienced with the front guards and Aimer he could lose his future conversation partner.
Audbjorn stepped to another spot by the table so he could better see the guard. If he saw things turning south maybe he could lend a hand.
Audbjorn | Ballroom | Mentions: Eneth, Arcas
Audbjorn lazily watched the crowd as he and Aimer attempted to sample a bit of everything from the tables of food and drink. Such fine food and a show to go along with it, this was certainly a luxury he could get used to. He was much more accustomed to dried meats or overcooked hare snacked on while stumbling over roots.
A flash of orange glimmered off the adornments of a few partygoers and Audbjorn's half-blind gaze was brought to a man in armor. Armor! A rare dash of dented metal in a sea of fine silks. He wondered what reasoning this individual had to bare such garb. Perhaps as a show of their faction, similar to the hunter's own clothing. Protection against weapons or teeth- he must ask them about it.
Before he could so much as think about navigating the crowd a guard approached the only interesting person under this roof. If this was anything like what he experienced with the front guards and Aimer he could lose his future conversation partner.
Audbjorn stepped to another spot by the table so he could better see the guard. If he saw things turning south maybe he could lend a hand.
Adnachiel—Interacting with Daphine
It seems that Adnachiel guessed correctly then. He’d looked over a list of important figures and factions before arriving—unfortunately not comprehensive—which seemed to have listed the Araujia as druids and the like. It’s not a people he’s familiar with beyond that, but they seem… amiable; accepting towards offers of alliance.
Though he may not be the best choice for an ambassador, given Daphine’s explanantion. “I can understand your people’s hesistance towards mental magics,” he says, having been taught to treat his own with cautious respect. “It’s better unused than used carelessly. There’s tragedies written about fate, after all.”
With the other’s question, the prince tucks the note away for a later date and lets his mind wander back to his own homeland, face turning towards the sky. “My people typically don’t have magic aside from some extra sturdiness, heat resistance, and environmental sensitivity. Sometimes, though, we’re born or given a little extra.”
“I’m part of the former. It’s rare, but the latter is even rarer still. To earn magic, one must win the favor of a djinn—fickle desert spirits that are famous for tricking travelers. If someone succeeds, well, we write them into the storybooks and call them heroes at that point”
The satyr’s eyes are sparkling with something prideful by the time he finishes, glittering like the stars hanging above them. He gives a quiet laugh and asks, “And what of you? I’m sure your nation must have some very powerful spellcasters.”
He tips his head towards the side, eyes finally returning to his conversational partner to add, “From my impression, I wouldn’t be surprised if you ranked among them.”
Adnachiel—Interacting with Daphine
It seems that Adnachiel guessed correctly then. He’d looked over a list of important figures and factions before arriving—unfortunately not comprehensive—which seemed to have listed the Araujia as druids and the like. It’s not a people he’s familiar with beyond that, but they seem… amiable; accepting towards offers of alliance.
Though he may not be the best choice for an ambassador, given Daphine’s explanantion. “I can understand your people’s hesistance towards mental magics,” he says, having been taught to treat his own with cautious respect. “It’s better unused than used carelessly. There’s tragedies written about fate, after all.”
With the other’s question, the prince tucks the note away for a later date and lets his mind wander back to his own homeland, face turning towards the sky. “My people typically don’t have magic aside from some extra sturdiness, heat resistance, and environmental sensitivity. Sometimes, though, we’re born or given a little extra.”
“I’m part of the former. It’s rare, but the latter is even rarer still. To earn magic, one must win the favor of a djinn—fickle desert spirits that are famous for tricking travelers. If someone succeeds, well, we write them into the storybooks and call them heroes at that point”
The satyr’s eyes are sparkling with something prideful by the time he finishes, glittering like the stars hanging above them. He gives a quiet laugh and asks, “And what of you? I’m sure your nation must have some very powerful spellcasters.”
He tips his head towards the side, eyes finally returning to his conversational partner to add, “From my impression, I wouldn’t be surprised if you ranked among them.”
(Interacting with: Eneth)
As soon as the worried ramblings began, Arcas raised his hands peacefully, trying to reassure him. He may not have fire magic but he did know emotions played a big part in elemental type magic.
“There is no need to worry, you’re not in trouble. You will have to discuss payments with him after this though.” Arcas tilted his head in the general direction of the frowning man, keeping his eyes on the mage’s hands. He didn’t want him accidentally setting something on fire when he was upset. “Right now I need to make sure you can keep your magic in control and take precautions to keep something like this from happening again. We need to prioritise safety.”
Leona rolled her eyes behind him. This was turning out to be more boring than she imagined. She had been hoping for less negotiations. But then, if the fire mage didn’t get kicked out… Then maybe something ‘interesting’ could happen.
(Interacting with: Eneth)
As soon as the worried ramblings began, Arcas raised his hands peacefully, trying to reassure him. He may not have fire magic but he did know emotions played a big part in elemental type magic.
“There is no need to worry, you’re not in trouble. You will have to discuss payments with him after this though.” Arcas tilted his head in the general direction of the frowning man, keeping his eyes on the mage’s hands. He didn’t want him accidentally setting something on fire when he was upset. “Right now I need to make sure you can keep your magic in control and take precautions to keep something like this from happening again. We need to prioritise safety.”
Leona rolled her eyes behind him. This was turning out to be more boring than she imagined. She had been hoping for less negotiations. But then, if the fire mage didn’t get kicked out… Then maybe something ‘interesting’ could happen.
Eneth Initosh
Location: Ballroom
Interaction: Arcas
Eneth nodded, his smile growing a little less nervous. Paying the man wasn't something he was worried about, considering his position within the school. The magic part.... well he wasn't sure if he could 100% control his powers, but he could try pretty damn hard if he needed to.
"Oh yeah, powers are definitely under control, sir. Just a little mess up, no big deal. I'm from Xiljor, we're trained to put out fires if they ever start... or if we cause them. Safety is... assured, sir."
Eneth's eyes felt less glowy, which was good, and his face was a lot less warm than it had been before. He had been trying to not to look at his disgruntled ex-dance partner, but now he looked the man in the eyes and said, "I'll discuss a payment with you later". Which seemed to please him for the time being. Honestly, the strangest thing about the encounter was the half-elf hovering behind the guard, who seemed slightly bored.
Eneth Initosh
Location: Ballroom
Interaction: Arcas
Eneth nodded, his smile growing a little less nervous. Paying the man wasn't something he was worried about, considering his position within the school. The magic part.... well he wasn't sure if he could 100% control his powers, but he could try pretty damn hard if he needed to.
"Oh yeah, powers are definitely under control, sir. Just a little mess up, no big deal. I'm from Xiljor, we're trained to put out fires if they ever start... or if we cause them. Safety is... assured, sir."
Eneth's eyes felt less glowy, which was good, and his face was a lot less warm than it had been before. He had been trying to not to look at his disgruntled ex-dance partner, but now he looked the man in the eyes and said, "I'll discuss a payment with you later". Which seemed to please him for the time being. Honestly, the strangest thing about the encounter was the half-elf hovering behind the guard, who seemed slightly bored.
she/her pronouns, call me eyes or lanni simply a girl in one hell of a world
Devin
(Hiding) In the gardens
Interactions: N/A
Dev was... anxious. He didn't like it here in the massive palace with WAAAAAY too many people. He felt exposed. He liked it more in his workroom or his bedroom, hey even the greenhouse at Edum is preferable. He liked just spending the day with what he loved to do. Nice and safe indoors.......
There is probably a bird in an open cage metaphor in there. But really! He did like the indoors better, it just felt right to him in a strange way.
Dev shook his head of his meddling thoughts and opted to look for the perfect spot to sit down in. He wanted a nice spot of green fluffy-looking grass or one of those cushioned benches. He wouldn't be to picky about it.
Devin
(Hiding) In the gardens
Interactions: N/A
Dev was... anxious. He didn't like it here in the massive palace with WAAAAAY too many people. He felt exposed. He liked it more in his workroom or his bedroom, hey even the greenhouse at Edum is preferable. He liked just spending the day with what he loved to do. Nice and safe indoors.......
There is probably a bird in an open cage metaphor in there. But really! He did like the indoors better, it just felt right to him in a strange way.
Dev shook his head of his meddling thoughts and opted to look for the perfect spot to sit down in. He wanted a nice spot of green fluffy-looking grass or one of those cushioned benches. He wouldn't be to picky about it.
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I am bored enough to stare into a wall rn
3+ to FR time
