The one About the Heart's Tidings Ball at Longtail Manor - RPLOG
Participants
Date
15/2/480
Log
It's early in the evening, and the sun is just barely setting over the castle district, basking the whole place in a red glow. The torches set beside the pathway from the gates to the manor iluminating the walk the whole way, it appears there are already various beings from many different stations in life, each of them moving past the checkpoint at the gate. From nobles wearing exquisite dresses and fine suits to commoners wearing what can only be assumed to be their nicest garb, cleaned especially for the occasion.
The guards currently stationed there are a mixed group of different beings. One lion, one wolf, and a rather short, white-furred ferret, each of them making sure no being slips past without giving up any potential weapons, and leaving their name. Everything seems to be running reasonably smoothly, at the very least.
Even canes are taken to be inspected for weaponry, and any potential sword-canes are graciously replaced with with a simple, decent walking-cane.
Against her best judgement, Cirrus decided to show up to the ball, trading out her normal shorts and tunic for a rather plain, slim dress, coloured a modest shade of gray, hiding bare feet under the fabric. She'd be damned if she was going to wear a pair of heels, no matter how classy the event. And, entering the hall, she looked about -- so much for fashionably late.
Her fur was, remarkably, clean, and, against her better than best judgement, she left the majority of her weapons at home. Sure, there was a small holdout dagger she surrendered willingly to the guards, but it was less than she'd normally cart about. She takes in the space, looking about curiously at the massive hall, a raised eyebrow. She'd make a comment on the spoiledness of her cousin, but, wow.
Bazalt wanders in, wearing his yellow shirt and grey, cloth pants, appanrelty chosen not to wear his leather ones tonight-The shadow does seem to be out of placehowever-due to not having been to many balls or parties, atleast this one didnt have a pool for him to fall into however, once he spots the food however he quickly heads over to it, debating what to try first...
Reginald , dressed in rather smart, if plain, attire, and deliberately lacking certain trimmings the upper class would choose to adorn themselves with, makes his way into Manor. Having deposited his sword with the guards, the lynx can't help but look a little strange to those that know him, that certain piece of equipment almost never leaving his side. But, hopefully, there'd be no need for it tonight, these surroundings a refreshing change from the rather unpredictable surrounding he's usually accustomed to. Taking in the numerous ornaments upon the walls as he passes, the lynx can't help but smile just a little at the number of feline faces held in high regard. Spotting a familiar wolf further in, he makes his way in the canine's direction.
Fenris arrives with two other beings, one is a black fox dressed tastefully in a simple, but well made, dark suit, and the other is a huge, snow white lion dressed in a crisp, white suit. Both of them in the fashionable creator style. The tiger between them becomes a surprising splash of color in comparison.
"Always a pleasure to see you, Sirus," Hugo, the lion says to the fox, revealing just a touch of northern accent, "It is so rare to see you attending a courtly function. And this must be your new protege? You always did like them large."
The fox, who must be Sirus smiles at the lion as both of them present their equally lovely canes for the servants to inspect, though neither claims to carry a weapon and both retrieve their canes. "No need to be petty Mister Snowmane," he says with a smile, "This is Highlady Flora's night, no reason to bring up old greivances."
Fenris, caught between the two gentlemen does his best to maintain an air of stoic acceptance. He looks rather out of place between the two immaculate suits in his tight, Creator jumpsuit. Unlike most suits in the style, is has no sleeves, leaving his muscled arms and their unusual heart motif stripes exposed for all to see.
A little further back, out of sight of Sirus, Fenris and Hugo, Katrina is approaching. She's wearing the sleek, silken dress she's worn before, complete with the white linen underdress. She's foregone her usual decorated cane in favour of something far simpler, if still rather extravagant. A large sapphire inset in the knob, she carries the decorated walking-aid more for show than anything else. Her usual silver mask replaced by a shining, golden one, she simply gestures for her plus one, Terry, to give up his weapons and head into the manor with her. "Come, Terry. Best not keep the parting waiting, shall we?"
Galve stops at the door, wearing a not shabby but regular overcoat and neat undershirt, nothing posh or exciting but marginally fancy enough for an occasion such as this one. He checks his weapons, a simple dueling pistol and a long knife, in at the door and makes his way inside, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt a little. He was unfortunately here by himself, and was a little confused as to why he even decided to come, but he was sure to enjoy himself just as much as an of the other paired members.
Terry steps into the room after waiting patiently in queue. He looks up to the panthress at his side, smiling up at her as they near the front of the queue. He's dressed very finely, in a smartly cut tailcoat with matching navy-blue trousers and brown leather shoes. "Yes m'aam." He answers to the panthress, before surrendering his dagger at the door as instructed, and making sure to smile politely at the servant there. He stops after walking a few steps into the grand hall, his gaze panning slowly around as he takes in the immediate area, trying to identify any guests he might know. He turns to the side to look at Katrina, and dutifully paces over to her side once more.
Angus pats Kalt's hand as they wait in line to enter the ball, smiling a bit. "Hey, it's okay. We've got a sitter for the night, we won't be coming home to a mess I promise." He reassures her for the third time in a row. For once the pair was presentable, Kalt actually wearing a dress without having had killed someone to force her into it. The cut was long, kept simple but elegant in a deep sea blue. Which went well with her Husbands attire, even if his was a little more eye catching. The Fox himself was wearing for once something other then his military uniform. The hint of Silk can be seen under the cut of his jacket, the same color as Kalt's dress, and no one could mistake the saber sitting at his hip. When the guards would approach them he'd hold up a hand, presenting it to one of the guardsman. "Afraid I won't be causing any trouble with this thing tonight, it's ceremonail. Can't pull the blade." He mentions, grabbing the grip and pulling to show he's speaking the truth. When they finally let him in he smiles, looking around to see what's going on for a few moments before walking further into the crowd.
