Diamia's Post-Coronation Celebration

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Historical Log: Diami's Post-Coronation Celebration

Anarinuell: Cockatrice District -- IstaNydiam Palace -- Dining Room

Gondarus brings an empty stomach full of hunger. Time isn't long wasted, as he begins to nibble on his plate at an empty guest table.

Savaren is off to the side getting a refill and talking quietly with Adan.

Gadrus sits quietly, chatting with Yvette at a private guest table.

In the immortal words of Lionel Richie, it's time to party 'All Night Long (all night! all night!)'. People flow in and out and the chattering conversation is positively deafening. Servants walk about with trays of wine and food, offering it to nobles and commoners alike while the band rocks out. Diamia, slipping in amongst a throng of people, smiles and waves as a cheer goes up.

Solovar assumes a guard post near the throng of people gathering, with a good vantage point of those present, entering, and leaving. He's eyeing those drinks something fierce though.

Yaffros has ceased his static observational hovering and is now moving around the dining hall in slow, surveying circles, like some restless bird of prey. Or maybe his boots are too pinched to simply stand in.

"Shame that our Hydran brethren cannot join us," comments Adan to Savaren with a shake of his head. "What with the, ah, issue in the District." He sips from his wine. "Ah well. It is good to hear. On both matters. Soon we'll have a full division and can actually get to the work of soldiering."

The lone Hydran here (Gondarus) continues digesting the lobster bisque, and gives the Princes his faint attention.

There are two, and both have G-rus names.

Diamia tries to catch everyone attention a couple times but then resorts to climbing up on a chair. Tap-tap-tap goes her ceremonial Very Big Stick and gives a bit of a shout over everyone's heads. "Hello! Hello! First of all, thank you all for coming and making this special day even moreso. Please feel free to stay and enjoy the food, drink and music until the wee hours. Now, as you may remember, I held a series of games over the course of the last month and I promised that I would give away a one million steni prize at my coronation party to one of the Cockatrice citizens who placed highest in those events. Lord Rikon! Mer Junot! Mer Solovar! Mer Mikki! If you are here, please step forward!"

Rikon steps forward.

Savaren nods. "Well I will not count them out ever. Hopefully all can smoothed out, and they will be back in full force." He then nods to Adan. "I think in all honesty it will be what i need, get out, and be a soldier." He chuckles.

Solovar steps forward.

Lucia lingers, not sitting down yet. She is cornered though by a young man from the Gold Dragon clan who seems intent on talking her ear off.

Nivik pads over to where Lucia stands and drops his son lightly to a chair before looking at him sternly. "No whiskey for you, young man. At least not until you're three." He says and flashes Lucia a smile. "Miss much?"

Lucia smirks lightly as she hears the warning of no whiskey. "Aww no whiskey for him? I bet he tries to sneak a drink anyway." she teases. "And no, not too much. Just general chatter."

"Alright, each of your names has been places in this basket," Diamia's hand dips down into it and swirls around. Who will win? Who will win? A little old lady in the back whistles and says something to the effect of 'that's a whole lotta money'. "And the winner is.. Mer Solovar! Congratulations!"

Junot steps forward as well.

Nivik glances up and frowns "Oh nuts, I missed a contest?"

You hand 1000000 stenis to Solovar.

Solovar gasps in shock as his name is called out. One MILLION stenis? Thats enough to cover several fines for beating up prisoners! "I do not have the words...Thank you!"

Junot claps Solovar on the back. "Congratulations, Solovar."

Diamia has a servant bring Solovar his many, many stenis since she doesn't want to zappify him. "I think it fitting that the man who placed highest in the Steal the Ferry contest should win. I hope fortune continues to smile upon you." With that, she hops down off the chair and thankfully accepts a glass of wine. Ahh, sweet, sweet alcohol!

Adan smiles a little bit as the big winner is announced, and then moves off from Savaren after a brief nod to the fellow. He makes his way up by Modestia. "Mes Modestia. It's a pleasure to see you as always."

Gondarus turns his back to the crowd, to avoid suspicion of being drunk.

Lucia shakes her head. "The games were held some time ago." she comments to Nivik.

Nivik ohs and sighs "Was justa mill anyway. I thought I'd missed some snappy doorprize like a horse."

Nivik glances about then and back to Lucia, "No music? No dancing?"

Solovar hides stenis everywhere he can, and dutifully resumes his post, albeit with a rare smile on his face now.

"None yet? Though I'm sure there will be some. After some drinking has ensued." Lucia replies with a quick smile. "Do you dance, Lord Nivik?"

Empyrean comes into this glorious party to pay tribute. Of course, he doesn't seem to be too enthusiastic about coming, perhaps a moral quandry between clans and the such, but he has always liked Clan Leader Diamia. Quietly entering, the Teranzik Lord looks about, as if trying to locate the very object of his thought to congratulate her on her ascension to the leader of a Clan. His wonderful gaze casts about the room, as if searching rather hard for someone in particular. He'll also grab a drink and perhaps some food for the occassion. He hears Cocks love to party.

Yaffros finishes his circuit and suddenly departs. One of those crazy messengers, perhaps.

Actually, there is a band but they are hard to hear -- aside from the beat supplied by the percussionist -- over the noise of conversation. Not many people are dancing yet; perhaps when people finally settle down from the high of being in Diamia's presence? Awwww yeah!

Nivik helps himself to some food and drink and settles next to Lucia. "Aye, I dance abit. Not so well as I wield a sword though I fear."

Lucia already has a drink in hand though surely she'll go for some food next. "Well I know just enough dancing to avoid stepping on my partners feet most of the time. I'm much better with a sword or a bow in hand."

Modestia is busy socializing with the incredible selection of wine. Clan Leaders really do throw the best parties... even if there's no nudity involved. Adan's salutation is unexpected but received pleasantly enough and she returns it with a slim smile, "My lord."

"Lord Empyrean!" Ha! Funny meeting him over by the wine. Diamia smiles at the Bear lord and bobs her head in a cheerful nod to him. "I am so happy that you could make it." And then it's glug-glug-glug as everyone and their mother continues to touch her clothes.

Nivik chuckles quietly. "Well if you're half as good on your feet as with blade in hand you'll dance divinely, Lady Lucia."

Yvette lifts a hand to have another glass of wine brought to the table she shares with Lord Gadrus N'Gato. A grin curls her lips a bit as she espies Empyrean and Diamia around the area she sent one of those ever so convenient staff people. The cheer and revelry of the party keeps her from calling over a hello just yet, however, as does continued conversation at the table.

Savage? Perhaps. But, for once, Zenia has arrived to lpay nice with the Firans dressed like a Firan. The young Dawn steps in with her friend, smoothing a hand over her silk stola, looking mildly self-concious about wearing the yards and yards of fabric. Gray eyes scan the room, and she leans in to whisper to Ema.

Ema follows Zenia in and looks Firan too. GAsp! She seems highly uncomfortable and follows Zenia.

Empyrean offers Diamia a rather formal bow, touching the hem and all that wonderful ruckus that is associated with welcoming a new Clan Leader into the mix. "I see we are kicking things off in traditional ways," and he grabs himself a drink to have with Diamia. A good ol' shot of whiskey it seems. "Congratulations. May you live long and with health." He won't take up too much time, instead going to socialize.

Lucia finishes her glass, passing it off to a servant and taking another glass. "Perhaps then, we can both see how well we do."

Dancing girls dance, singers sing, jugglers juggle, acrobats tumble and fire-eaters eat fire. It is a spectacle! All it needs now is an elephant! Diamia nods to Empyrean, her cheeks rosy from .. the excitement of the evening or perhaps the wine? Either way, she's giddy. "Thank you, thank you. I hope you enjoy yourself this evening," And then it is back to the little old ladies and the sticky-handed toddlers. Poor silks. Someone invent dry-cleaning already!

Zenia bites quickly at her bottom lip, then moves into the dining room, eyes trailing around the room, taking inventory of everyone in the room. She spots a familiar face, and one hand raises to wave towards Empyrean. She points then towards Diamia, "We should pay --- respects, right?"

Ema nods.

Yasha missed the coranation but not the party at least. The tiny little lady enters doused in shine and sping colors her can rapping lightly at the floor beside her dainty white slippers.

Nivik chuckles and rises to look at Lucia as his eyes sparkle. "Aye? You're challenging me to a dancing duel then?"

Zenia moves towards Diamia, dragging her friend Ema along with her. They may be savages, but atleast they don't have sticky fingers and aren't old ladies.

Lucia gives some of the room at large some of her attention though honestly none of the nobles here she really knows too much anyway so quickly her attention returns to the hansom Iberik lord and she laughs. "A dancing duel?" she seems to ponder this a moment, eyes twinkling cheerfully. "Only if you are up to the challenge, m'lord."

The tapping cane catches her attention and Diamia's green eyes flick over to Yasha. "Lady Proxy!" she greets, doing that little finger wave thing from the middle of the crowd of people who continue to swwarm her. As Zenia and Ema approach though, the new Clan Leader's gaze goes there. No sticky hands? Good!

Yasha wanders straight over to Diamia smiling brightly. "Oh you look absolutely stunning your Honor." She dips into a shallow curtsey, her head bowing as well. "Congradulations."

Nivik laughs softly and nods. "I'll try to go easy on you this time, Lady Lucia."

On this night of all nights with the leadership of the Cockatrice Clan changing hands, many reflect upon the meaning of the medallions. (OOC Note: See 'news medallions' for more.)

On her way to Diamia, Zenia gets distracted by something, or someone. For once, it isn't Empyrean that has the young Dawn nailed to the floor. She elbows Ema, nodding in Nivik's direction, whispering to her friend before her attention shifts back to the new clan leader, and she drops into a curtsey. "Congratulations on becoming Clan Leader."

Lucia laughs and steps away from the spot she had claimed to loiter in. Looking up to her Gold dragon clad guard who lingers near her she orders. "Keep an eye on the boy. Make sure he doesn't sip any whiskey." she grins with a grin.

Fans of the Viceroy think that it's about time some notice of his accomplishments and service be made permanent in the Republic. Putting his face on some coins would be a step the people don't oppose, as long as it's not _all_ coins.

Ema gets pulled up and drops an awkward curtsy to Diamia. "Congratulations Clan Leader Diamia." After curtsying she looks up and toward who she points. She whispers back.

Solovar takes note of the party, and seeing things well in order decides to get his money to a bank before some unlucky fool tries to rob him. He ponders going up to the new Clan Leader to thank her and wish her well, but decides against it after noting the crowd around here. Instead he cheers once more both for her coronation and her generosity.

Nivik grins, those baby blues flashing with amusement. "Let's start with something easy then and work up. Try to stay off the new boots."

Yasha straightens and smooths her palla glancing about slowly. Her lips purse a touch as she skims the crowd, looking for some one but not finding them.

Diamia inclines her head to Zenia and Ema, replying in turn: "Thank you for your well wishes. They are deeply appreciated." Her accent isn't so great and a few words get mangled but it's the thought that counts, right? Right! Yasha gets another dimpled grin thrown in her direction before the Clan Leader snatches a fresh glass of wine off a passing tray. Yoink!

Lucia smirks lightly and takes his hand. "I'll try my hardest but sometimes boots are made to be stepped on." she says with amusement. Despite her words she takes the lead on this dance, showing that perhaps she knows how to move a little bit better than she lead on.

Nivik hrms quietly to himself. Okay so she /might/ of down that one better, just a leetle. "Not bad.." He allows.

Zenia looks rather surprised, and pleased that Diamia knows Ticanee, and bobs her head at the newest clan leader before doing the hem touching. She then promptly moves off, heading towards the dancing pair. Knowing the Ticanee proclivity for dancing, she might just be angling for a dance. Or just to watch. Dancing is a new think she's become obsessed with.

Empyrean mingles with the crowd and notices Zenia and her companion when they wave, or she waves. He offers ap olite nod and looks about the room. His steps seem to take him in the direction of the Didoron Lady, and he offers Lady Yvette a polite bow. "My Lady," he states. "It is good to presume that youa re well this evening?" He offers nothing more than tha calm face that he usually wears.

Better later than never, right? Right! Laytania finally makes it to the festivities and gives the room a quick glance over. Making sure there's nothing, like, bad going on.

Once again, Lucia shows flare and style with her moves. Her stola spins around her, the silk swishing as she moves. She lets go of his hands just as he falls, laughing out loud before moving to offer a hand up. "PErhaps you need more to drink, m'lord Iberik."

Junot watches Solovar take is new fortune home. But, then again, he's watching everyone. It's a good bet his ulcer is bothering him.

Nivik laughs softly as he has to pause and steady himself after that. "Aye, and I think perhaps my dancing partner has been holding out on me."

Lucia waits and lets Nivik take the lead in the next dance. "Me?" she asks with a very innocent look.

After beating his network into submission, Adan returns from conversing with a few Cockatrice back into the general crowd. Now who to approach..

Yvette looks up after finishes some quiet words with Gadrus and offers Empyrean a cheerful smile. It seems the evening has infected her with rather good spirits. "A pleasure to see you as well, Lord Empyrean. It's been...since the noble dinner, has it not?" Her lips purse as she considers briefly. "I am doing well, yes, thank you for asking. You are too, I do hope? Your father was at the Ceremony, though it seems matters of the Republic have taken him away." She glances to her companion and then back. "Lord Empyrean, this is Lord Gadrus N'Gato. Lord Gadrus, Lord Empyrean Teranzik."

Diamia decided to leave Angry Rioters off her entertainment list. Hurrah! Waving to Laytania when she arrives, the Clan Leader rushes over to give her friend a hug. Luckily, she remembers herself juuust in time and thus saves the princess from a hair-curling zapping. "Your Highness, I am so happy to see you," she says brightly, clasping her hands behind her back.

Nivik smirks and nods. "Aye, you. I've yet do ance with anyone else. Perhaps there's someone who won't take advantage of a poor wayward Lord in the big city."

Gadrus looks up along with Yvette as Empyrean approaches. The noble child gives him a slight inclination of his head in greeting. "It is good to meet you, Lord."

Mumbling under her breath, again, late, the little perfumer comes into the dining room as discreetly as possible. She tugs faintly at the stola she wears, the length and style of it looking rather out of place on her. Arethi offers a bland smile to anyone who looks at her but she opts to stay at the back of the room near the door for a fast escape when she figures it appropriate.

Lucia just grins, taking his hand once more and following his lead easily but doesn't add the dramatics from before. At least she doesn't step all over his feet either. "Very nice, you seem a bit more steady on your feet now. Shall we try a faster pace?

Well, this is all very charming and whatnot but Modestia really needs to be going... somewhere that's else. She finishes the glass of wine in her hand and makes for the door, dignity just as intact as it was when she arrived.

Ema is still standing by Zenia, eyeing the nobles and looking at the designs of their clothes.

Empyrean offers the young Lord a little bow of his own head. His eyes staring at the N'Gato for a long moment before saying, "Likewise Lord N'Gato. If you grow up anything like Lord Firistan, Zutiv save us," he states and turns perhaps a small amount of a charming smile to Yvette, continuing. "Afterall, if I have to hear another speech, so detailed and long about the failures - yet never contianing praises - of the nobility, I might have to consider never to hear them again." A slight joke, he likes Firistan afterall. "Lady Yvette, it was the dinner I believe. Unfortunate circumstances of course." He gives the N'Gato Lord some attention as well though, "Tell me Lord, what do you envision yourself doing after having a Ceremony?" What do you want to be when you grow up?

Zenia shakes her head faintly, switching back to Ticanee, "Do you feel as out -- place here as - do?" She asks, looping her arm around one of her friends. She continues to look around the room, only seeing one face she knows besides her companion's, and that person usually stays as far away from her and her social faux pas as he can.

Yasha wanders over to help herself to the wine, smiling brightly to Audentus and Katriana when the Manosik couple arrives.

Laytania is just about to return the hug - crinkling her nose, though, she steps away with a sheepish smile. "Ooh. That's right. The medallion looks lovely on you, Your Honor." Diamia's now official title is emphasized, like she's trying it out. "Clan Leader Diamia. It's got quite a ring to it! I'm so happy to you see you too. Congratulations, I'm so very, very glad for you."

"Ha! The party still parties on!" Audentus says as he walks into the dining room with his wife, the Lady Katriana Manosik. "Wonderful. Do you see Her Honor Diamia?" Mentioning as well, "You know, I had a song written about her once. Isn't that fun? Maybe we can get everyone to sing it." Waving Yasha's way as well, "Hello my Lady. And what a pretty smile. Sharin clearly gets what charm he has from you! Zutiv knows!"

Quietly, follow Audentus' lead or actually being helped by him and two burly guards, Katriana waddles in, trying to paste a smile upon her lips. She does so, but it likely looks quite false. "Ummm, no Lord Husband, I do not see her." she replies, oceanic eyes peering around the room to faces she does know.

And just when she was thinking she could keep up with any dances, Lucia shows that she's not exactly perfect in her dancing. Just nearly. Perhaps choosing a faster paces song wasn't the best choice as she steps left when he steps right, ending up on his toes a few times. She hastily apologizes only to do it again three steps later, which quickly flusters her slightly.

Yvette can hardly keep from smirking a bit at Empyrean's words, she perhaps thinking it a joke as well. "Lord Firistan is quite the draw at family dinners, I should let you know. He always has an amazing topic to get us all discussing and...arguing, most times." The laugh that follows betrays the light nature in which she means her own words. Nodding about the dinner, she then glances to Gadrus once Empyrean poses his question.

Nivik steps along easily keeping pace in this dance then glances about and fans himself "More food I think. This dancing takes alot from a fellow. Harder than swordplay I think."

The fact that Gadrus finds Empyrean's last question to be somewhat condescending only shows up in the faintest of scowls on the young Hydra's lips. He lifts his chin and remarks, "Zutiv will have helped a great deal if we can count on even one soldier with as much conviction as my Lord Nephew, you are correct. As for me, I do hope to be like him - inasmuch as my plan is to be a warrior, and a commander of warriors, as my people have long done. I have recently learned that I will join the Didoron family, but this shall not impede my progress toward that goal."

Lucia agrees with that, stepping back a step. "Yes, the tarts are quite good."

Yasha lifts a brow slightly at Audentus not sure if she should take that as an insult. "Lord Audentus... and this is Lady Katriana, you look most lovely Lady Katriana."

Zenia pulls Ema towards the food, picking up and nibbling at something as she whispers with her friend.

"Thank you, M'Lady." Katriana says, looking and feeling quite exhausted. Her eyes never really lift from her pretty dark slippers as she speaks. "You look lovely as well this evening,"

"It sounds so very odd, doesn't it?" Diamia returns, crinkling up her nose as well. "I think it will take some getting used to. And thank you for your congratulations. I am just happy I survived the ceremony. I could have sworn that I was going to die on the spot from nervousness!" Motioning to a servant, she has him bring the princess a glass of wine. "Are you hungry? There are trays going around.."

Nivik pads over to the food and glances about hrming quietly to himself, "Tarts I can get anywhere..." He muses and goes after the lobster again. Just don't see many lobsters in the mountains of home.

Zenia nods to whatever Ema said, then separates herself from her friend. She glances around once more, biting at her bottom lip as she moves towards Nivik. As she nears the lord, she clear throat, trying to quietly get his attention.

Empyrean turns his head when Katriana enters with her husband, then listens to the N'Gato child's remarks. Empyrean nods a little bit. "Of course. I signed a scroll Lord Firistan sent out one evening regarding his Warrior tests. It all seemed so formal. I am sure you will prove to be oa great asset to House Didoron." He knows he was condescending, as was Firistan when Empyrean was a child. Hence why his next question is: "Are you allowed to carry a sword of some sort as a child in the Hydra clan?" There's a wry little grin as he asks that question. Then he turns to Yvette. "My Lady, this young Lord here will surely be a good addtition to your wonderful home. He has a good drive about him."

Lucia ambles along with, helping herself to a tart. She eyes Nivik with amusement. "Still enjoying the bisque I see." she comments.

Audentus whispers something into Katriana's ear after hearing Lucia mention something about tarts and laughs happily to himself. "MMm I hope they have cherry tarts. Delicious!" Turning his attention for a moment over towards the food and licking his lips. "Hello hello? Are there any servants here?" He asks some passing party goers, trying to get himself a delivery before turning back to Yasha and saying, "I heard Lady Shenisa is staying with you for a few days. What fun! I should spend a few nights over with Lord Firistan sometime too, sounds like a wonderful change of pace."

Lucia also grabs an extra tart, stepping away for a moment to give it to the toddler Nodin. Returning she smiles brightly at Audentus. "Delicious tarts, they are. Freshly made I am sure."

Yasha studies Katriana's demure demeanor with some curiousity, "Oh now dear look up, you've got the most beautiful eyes you certinly shouldn't hide them from the world. Show them off so all the men in the room can envy your husband." She gives a wink before she turns to Audentus, "I had hoped to talk to you about that I'm glad you think it well, Princess Nalene is thrilled to have more company her age."

"Perhaps I can go now." mumbles the perfumer, again Arethi stugs at her clothing, quite not at home in such a setting. She -inches- towards the door in hopes she can make an escape before she's noticed, adding to herself, outloud, "I will finish that painting that nice Lord Adan asked me to make." Inch. Inch. Again a bland smile is offered to anyone who looks at her but arethi doesn't seem to really think she'll go, you know, noticed.

Adan hears his name. Lord Adan. Lord Adan. Who in the world said that? "Oh. You." The Lord Commander notes the perfumer, bearing down on her. "You must be Mes Arethi, right, Lady Arika's sponsoree?"

Nivik hears a throat clear and glances about with a frown before his blue eyes settle on Zenia and take in the silks with another one of those flawless smiles. "Hello, Lady. I'm sorry but I don't think we've been properly introduced. I am Lord Nivik Iberik." He says and sketches a low and perfect bow.

"I am just a bit tired, M'Lady Proxy." Katriana returns to Yasha, in a subdued and quiet whisper of a voice, never actually lifting her eyes more than level to Yasha's hands. "Tarts?" she repeats, hearing Audentus' loud proclamation before her cheeks flare up with pink. "Surely, they have something to satisfy your sweet tooth here, Lord Husband." Spying Lady Yvette she asks, "May I go and speak to my Aunt, Lady Yvette and say hello to some others I've seen?" she asks Audentus, as if asking permission.

Ema unhooks her arm from Zenia's as the Lord comes and introduces himself. She scoots away smiling at her friend.

Yvette doesn't apparently notice the Manosik couple, though surely must've hear Audentus' booming greeting. Focusing on the Teranzik and N'Gato nobles, she smirks a touch. "We are indeed exceptionally fortunate to be gaining such a promising young man for House Didoron." There is apparently someone - likely a messenger - trying to wave Lady Didoron down from the doorway. Sighing briefly, she stands. "Forgive me, Lord Empyrean, Lord Gadrus, but it seems I am needed by...well. Someone," she notes and laughs a bit. "I should return to the estate quite likely." There is genuine resignation in her tone. "Lord Gadrus, hopefully we can meet again soon, if you might like. Lord Empyrean, I was hoping to fetch another lesson in riding, if you might have time in your schedule?"

Empyrean offers Yvette a small bow, "Of course. We should continue the lessons of course. And I will certainly see you at the track then." In regards to an earlier messenger. "Be well Lady."

"Please, Lady Yvette, let me see you home." He nods to Empyrean. "It was a pleasure," he murmurs dryly.

Gadrus is he.

Laytania quickly shakes her head. "No, no. It sounds lovely, it really does." This time, she moves to squeeze Diamia's hand - except, again, she remembers that she doesn't want to get fried split ends. "I'm sure you were just fine." Nodding her thanks to the servant bringing the wine, she waves toward Yvette across the room. "Anyway - what /is/ it like?" She turns back to Diamia, inquiring in a very curious tone.

Zenia opens her mouth to respond, then clamps it closed a moment before she starts once more, "Lady Centurion Zenia Dawn." She responds, her voice accented, but it's clear she tries to repress the accent as much as possible. "I don't ---- to be ----- but I saw you both dancing...And I was wondering if you would honor me with a ------" She rushes through the last. Painfully clear the girl isn't so good around the opposite sex, unless there's weapons and a training arena involved.

Audentus returns Lucia's smile and mentions, "My wife and I are looking forward to the party House Junik is throwing. However, timing and all, we may be forced to miss it what with impending child birth at all. Good times!" Laughing merrily and smiling back to Katriana. "Of course. Go say hello to your friends. I'll find you later for that dance." Raising the young woman's hand to his lips for a light kiss before turning his attention back to Yasha, "My lady, I hear from my Lady Cousin that you are working on the Social Comitee? Perhaps you can do something about all this ridiculous Democracy talk going around? Madness! Though Zutiv love them for trying their quaint little schemes."

"You are quite kind, Lord Gadrus," Yvette says to her...step uncle in law. Hmm. There bears some looking up. "Thank you. They say the city isn't terribly safe to be wandering about these days anyhow." Smoothing out her silks, she returns her attention to Empyrean. "Wonderful, Lord Empyrean, and I am quite grateful. I have been terrible about keeping up with my riding, which you are helping me correct. Please give my regards to your Lord Father when you see him next." Smiling, she offers her a dip of her head - and then gives a cheerful wave to Laytania on the way out.

It's -hard- to miss someone right before her so up to Adan she offers a smile, her voice low, barely even carrying over the array of other voices, "Good eve, mi'lord." Are the first words before Arethi nods her head delicately, "Yes. I'm mi'lady sponsor's sponsoree, Arethi." Her hand absently moves to push her hairpins into place then again smooth over her stola, "You are Lord Adan?"

"You know, it is most peculiar," Diamia answers, peeking down at her medallion. "My father has let me hold it and I even wore it to a Clan Council meeting once but, somehow, it feels different now. Heavier. It is like all of our history and all of our future now hangs around me neck." The redhead tilts her head thoughtfully and then hiccups. Hic! She giggles and presses a couple of fingers to lips. "Goodness! Pardon me. Blueberry wine always makes me hiccup." And then she does so again. The Hiccuping Clan Leader! Kapow!

"Of course, Lord Audentus." remarks Lucia. "Very good times though. May Zutiv bless the birthing." she murmurs. Her attention returns to Nivik, finding him engaged in conversation with a young Ticanee noble. She offers Zenia a warm smile, hearing her name just as it's given.

Katriana wanders over to where Yvette is just leaving and drops a tiny curtsey to the Lady, "Cousin.....", she starts to say, before noticing Yvette slipping out. Instead, she glances at Empyrean and offers him a small smile in greetings. "Lord Empyrean, you are looking quite well. The Bear Clan is treating you well then, I assume?" she asks, pausing to a nearby server to get a flute of wine.

"Yes, yes," says Adan with a nod of his head. "Quite so." He smiles slightly to her. "So you have enough for the commission, I hope?" he asks, appraising the young woman.

Yasha's attention is drawn to Katriana once more through briefly and she nods to her, when the lady turns to leave. "I am trying to though most recently Lady Taleena seems to desire to take over the social commitee yet still it appears the nobles of the city seem to turn to myself. I shall be hosting a meeting I believe in the near future should you wish to attend, your presence would be most welcome Lord Proxy Manosik. As for the Democracy talk I think there has been a mistake.." She trails off to look to Lucia and nods then offers a smile to Nivik before continuing. "I do not believe Prince Torianos meant to relay the message that was perceived."

Nivik laughs softly as he watches Zenia, his blue eyes shining with amusement. "Aye? It'd be me who was honored, Lady Centurion Zenia Dawn. I fear though as Lady Lucia just pointed out I am not much of a dancer without a sword in my hand."

Empyrean grabs a glass of wine, watching Yvette and the N'Gato lad leave. He already seems to put the entire conversation out of his mind when Katriana approaches. "Well well, Lady Katriana Manosik. And expecting a blessing of ... Zutiv?" He isn't sure these days. "Congratulations," he states and then looks to Lord Audentus, with some other group. His eyes back on Katriana. "I would ask if you are well, but I know the answer to that already." He states, before sparing a glance to the Princess, whom he didn't notice enter and Diamia, the new Clan Leader. "Have you greeted the Clan Leader?" He states, apparently ready to bring her over to greet them. "The Bear Clan is marvellous. I enjoy the structured and somewhat intelligent conversations I have within the District Walls."

Lucia smirks. "I pointed out no such thing. You simply just have not had enough to drink." she looks to Zenia. "He's a true Eagle Lord I fear." she says with some drama. Yasha's eyes on her aren't felt as she stands at Nivik's side for the moment, chatting with him and Zenia.

Nivik glances back at Lucia and grins. "Sometimes actions speak louder than words. You're clearly the better dancer." He concedes before returning his attention to his current dance partner.

Yaffros returns. He has been a man of departures and reentries, for so must he be pressed. Ever away from parties, ever toward such dull responsibilities, but ever back again. He has not, after all, had sufficient wine (and surely there must be something attractive to dance with).

Yasha sees Yaffros as he enters and waves to her father, offering him a smile from where she's speaking to Audentus.

Zenia's eyes shift towards Lucia, and she nods. No smile. Just a nod. It's clear that smiling would probably send her into nervous giggling, and she's trying /very/ hard to not act like some twittering girl. "I know of a dance with a sword." She observes, trying to be helpful. She then glances at Lucia, nodding faintly, "Sometimes drinking helps...I'm trying not to drink though. The last time was not -- good. I've ---- to the conclusion that I shouldn't be ---- of --- drinking competitions." She responds, then glances at Nivik, "I don't know many dances...but I learn fast."

Katriana self-conciously places a hand on her distended belly, "Yes, blessed-- just a few weeks now before the child is born and then I will once more be able to go out and ride stallions, I cannot wait, M'Lord." she enthuses softly, whether she is speaking of childbirth or her riding of stallions is hard to discern. "Um.. yes, you already know the answer so no need in my stating it." she offers, looking at him quickly before drawing her eyes down once more. "Intelligent conversations?" she asks, a hand on one hip now as she speaks. "Yes, I would like to speak to some of the Bear masters of etiquette over tea.. perhaps." she murmurs..

Audentus pauses in thought for a moment, taping his lips with his index finger before suggesting to Yasha, "You know what Prince Torianos should do? He should give a commoner a good whipping. That will help him to feel better! And will be good for the citizen too, some good reinforcement on who is the boss. Zutiv knows, too much thought about being leaders themselves will cause their work to slip. Everyone wins!"

Maedrus notices and recognizes Laytania and crosses over to her with a deep theatric bow and a swirl of his cape, "Princess Laytania, what a pleasure to see you again! It has been a while since I last had the pleasure of performing for you."

Yaffros is able to return the wave. Even in a crowd, Yaffros's eyes are eagle-sharp and eagle-discerning. Any familial movement in the crowd must catch his attention. Or, perhaps, he was lucky. But he returns the wave with a dignified raised hand and approaches. His bodyguards make sure he does not have to do excessive weaving through the partygoers. They will weave for him.

"Hmm." Laytania looks at Diamia's new medallion thoughtfully. "That must feel rather odd. And well, a lot of pressure too, no? Hmm." She ceases gawking at the shiny piece of jewelry to finish her glass of wine instead. Mm, wine. "It /is/ delicious, though," she notes of the wine.

Yasha laughs richly at Audentus' words, "You know Lord Proxy you really must meet my father, I have a feeling you will both get along famously. Father!" She calls across the crowd.

A delicate smile is offered to Adan as she nods her head, "I think I do." Minimal response it is. She draws her lower lip between her teeth before she releases it and inquires, tlaking business seems to be much better for the perfumer, "Is there a particular look you wish for it, mi'lord?"

Nivik laughs and nods to Zenia. "Nor do I, Lady. The dances here are all different than home."

"Regal. Capture the, ah, gravity of the moment." Adan seems to nod his head at that as if to say, 'yes, yes, that's right' to himself. "But I am sure you will do a fine job."

Empyrean raises a brow, regarding the horse riding. "I was in another competition and placed Third. Where is the Lord Istabannos anyways?" He lokos about the room for Rikon, the second place in that race. "It was just as exciting as the first race, and I even joined the First Division, much to my mother's brief and expected happiness." He grins for a small, split second before continuing. "Yes, riding is definitely something youshould do. Have you considered which names you will be naming your child?" He reaches into get a glass of wine and have another, perhaps his last for the evening.

Zenia shakes her head, "I'm afraid that's one I don't know." She responds, her hands nervously twisting at her palla, "Could you demonstrate for me?"

Diamia chases off her hiccups with more wine which, really, is not a successful tactic at all. Not successful but so very, very yummy. "I am going to think about the pressure tomorrow," she decides lightly, raising her glass. "Tonight is completely devoted to celebration." And there, look at that! It's that magician fellow whatshisname? The Clan Leader smiles a dimpled grin and tells her friend of Maedrus: "He really does have the most amusing tricks."

Nivik smiles and nods, as he takes her hands in his and shows her the steps. "It's looks fairly simple but the pattern can get complex quickly."

Katriana says something quietly and then speaks a little more audible, though still low. "Yes, I had hoped to be able to compete in some races soon, M'Lord. The feeling is second to none that I've felt before." she says, motioning slightly with her hands as she speaks, "Oh! You joined the guard?" she asks, inquisitively. "I am sure that the Oshta is quite proud of you.."

Zenia nods, her eyes falling to her feet, and his. She carefully studies his feet, then nods, "Okay...I'll try. If I step on your feet, I do apologize."

"Coming my dear, coming. You must forgive me if I do not sprint." Yaffros's silver-toed boots clack with a thin, but emphatic regularity, and his cape flaps wide behind. Indeed, it would no doubt whip a bodyguard in the face if they were not so well trained to avoid it. "And who is this?" His eyes settle with most friendly pointedness on Audentus.

Ema claps for her friend who doesn't mess up. Yay Zenia.

Her own head nods at Adan's words in response. "I'll do what I can but I can't promise it will be the standards of a clan leader." She smiles sweetly before she glances around warily, pulling at her stola yet again, "Ah, mi'lord, unles you require me further? I think I will go where there isn't so many no..people."

Yasha smiles and motions a delicate hand between Audentus and Yaffros, "Father this is Lord Proxy Audentus Manosik of the Gold Dragon clan. Lord Proxy this is my much esteemed father, Lord Yaffros Iberik of the Eagle Clan."

Maedrus is unnoticed by the princess, but supposes its no big deal on a night like this. Far too many people to hobnob with. His excitement at seeing Laytania fades as he returns to the crowd.

Nivik laughs and gives Zenia's hand a squeeze of encouragment. "You do indeed catch on quickly, Lady Zenia. I think you and Lady Lucia must of had the same dance instructor."

Lucia watches, enjoying a new beverage, this time her drink of choice is an amber colored drink. She applauds politely. "Yes indeed, you did very lovely, Lady Zenia."

"The Lord Yaffros?" Audentus says with a wide grin as he turns to face the famous Eagle Lord. "Oh please, talk about the story where you had someone tied to a ballista bolt and fired off?" The Dragon Lord asks, his words barely understandable thru his laughter. "Just priceless!" Turning quickly to a passing servant and motioning for drinks to be brought.

Adan shakes his head. "That is fine, Arethi," says Adan finally. "I look forward to the final product soon."

Empyrean excuses himself from his conversation with Katriana. "My Lady, I must leave rather soon and only came for well wishes. May I send a messenger? You have promised to show me your house and the people whom are a part of your life now." A glance to the pregnant woman's belly, then back to her eyes. After that he offers her a bow. He approaches the pair that is Laytania and Diamia. "Your Honour, Your Highness, what a wonderful evening," he states in that solid, Bear tone of his. "It was a pleasure to come to the reception. You look stunning of course Your Honour, and I will ermember this night for many years to come." Formalities and niceties. What a nice evening. Yay for Diamia. "By your leave," he bows his had briefly and then straightens himself up preparing to leave.

Zenia shakes her head, "I somehow doubt that." She responds, glancing down at her feet once more, then back up, "Ema taught me to dance. Oh, and ---- General Kristover has offered to teach me more dances." She glances around, nodding towards Ema, then back towards Nivik, "You mentioned being from somewhere else?" She asks, then her attention slides to Lucia, cheeks flushing darkly as she's loaded down with praise. It'sfrom more then one source! Whatever shall she do?

Katriana nods to Empyrean quietly and goes to join her husband and Lady Yasha.

"Ahh. Good idea! Enjoy the excitement of it all. You really must let me know who styled your hair, by the by," Laytania notes in a serious girl-to-girl tone. "Ahh, tricks? How lovely."

Yasha hooked up the men. She smiles and takes the opportunity to nod to Katriana when the woman returns. "Have you tried the wine Lady Manosik, it's fantastic." *Firan*

"The Lord Audentus." Yaffros executes a tight bow, made mostly with the shoulders and straightens. And as he straightens, he laughs, a polite thing just a little stronger than a chuckle. "I can't understand why that one is so popular. Surely I am not the first to tie someone to a ballista bolt. But, no, I probably am."

With Yasha's offer, Katriana indeed has a glass of wine, "Delicious vintage, M'lady." she offers, rather shyly and glances over at her husband and Yaffros.

Laytania also smiles at Empyrean. "Good evening! It's very good to see you, Lord Empyrean." *Firan*

Nivik chuckles quietly his attention turning back to his young dance partner, "Indeed I did say such a thing. I hail from Caldera city." He says and moves into another dance.

With more of a bow then a curtsy the perfumer again tries to slink her way out of the room, making her grand escape. Another curtsybow is given to the lord and she tells Adan, "If there's anything else you need, mi'lord, do contact me." She smiles again before slipping to practically run out the door.

Zenia nods faintly, following Nivik into another dance, "If you had a sword, I could demonstrate that one dance I was talking about earlier." She observes, then continues with the previous train of thought, "I've

---

been out of the city."

Yasha nods to Katriana her expression turning soothing, "Lord Father, this lovely creature is Lady Katriana Manosik, the Lord Proxy's beautiful wife. Lady Katriana this is my father, Lord Yaffros Iberik."

Diamia flips one of her big, fat sausage curls as only a 17-year old girl can do. Hair-flip! Giggle! Behold the Mighty Ruler of the Cockatrice. "Oh, it's this guy in my clan, Mer Reimus. Odd, isn't it, that a man would pursue such a profession? But he does good work." Finishing her wine, she passes off her empty glass to one of the servants and then slumps a little where she stands. "Goodness, I am so exhausted! I think I will sleep for five days straight after all this."

"Your Honor," says Adan to the new Clan Leader. "Congratulations once more, but I believe I will return to the Estate," explains the IstaBannos. "And see to my duties."

Audentus returns Yaffros bow, but it's quickly done, not out of disrespect but simply rushed. "Do you think I could use that sometime?" The young Lord wonders. "Naturally I'll give you full credit!" Flashing an evil grin when he thinks aloud, "Such showmanship! Zutiv love it." Turning then when Yasha and Katriana return and saying with a warm smile, "Oh now the Lord will forget all about me, in the presence of my beautiful wife!"

Nivik laughs softly. "A sword? I can very quickly rememdy that. We should perhaps check with our hostess first though."

Diamia pauses in her girl-talk giggle fest with Laytania to fix her attention on Adan. While her mood tempers down a little bit, she is still dimpled, mirthful and rosy-cheeked thanks in part to the wine. "Thank you, cousin," she replies and then inclines her head politely. "I appreicate you being here and understand your need to leave."

Zenia nods, "If you'd like." She responds, then glances at Ema before moving into a dance of her choosing. Hopefully, she doesn't get lynched for it.

Yaffros lets out another chuckle, less polite, more hearty. As hearty as a skinny old man's chuckle can be. "So very few appreciate the /artistry/ of that ballista bolt, Lord Audentus, that I would be meager and stingy indeed to refuse you the use of it." With that does he take a half pivot to lay eyes on Katriana. Gaze pleasantly weighing. "Lady Katriana. Pleased to make your acquaintance as well. My daughter introduces me to so many interesting people tonight."

Ema ums and moves toward her friend.

Kael enters, a bit late. The little Hydran lord straightens his toga and moves forward, scanning with his bright blue eyes for the woman of repute who is being honored tonight.

Zenia shrugs at Ema, eyes darting around, perhaps looking for someone to begin yelling at her. Stuffy Firans.

Nivik blinks as this new dance has him slightly off balance it would seem then he glances back at Zenia with an amused expression. "I see..I think I see how this is done now."

"Hmm. That is odd. I've never known a male hairstylist before." Laytania crinkles her nose. "At least he's /good/ at it, from the looks of things!" She laughs and gets a refill on her own glass. "You should! Sleep is a precious commodity sometimes. Enjoy as much of it as you can."

Katriana curtseys as low as she can towards Yaffros, though her impending blessing makes it a bit difficult. "It is nice to make you acquaintance as well, Lord Yaffros." she says, blushing at Audentus' compliment, "Lady Yasha, I am hoping to be able to be on the Social Comittee or be part of it once our child is born." she notes, so she won't forget later. The little Lady has been so forgetful these past months. "Lord Husband, would you see if there are any cherry tarts? I fear I'm craving them most explicitly." she asks, her tone sweet and demure, eyes still lowered as she speaks.

Yasha curls her free hand around Yaffros' elbow and smiles her best dutiful daughter smile. "I do my best father. Lord Proxy Audentus is my dearest friend Shenisa's head of house hold. I'm hoping to host a dinner for the Manosik family soon. That is if they're intrested." Look to Audentus.

Zenia nods faintly to Nivik, still looking around slightly nervously before asking him in quiet tones, "Will dances like that cause me and Ema to get into trouble?"

Lucia chuckles a little as she watches Nivik go off balance. "Seems you need to have some dance lessons, m'lord."

Nivik glances about as well as if the thought hadn't occured to him. "You're asking the wrong Lord, Zenia. I'm new in town. I suppose if it would they'd tell us?"

Yasha ohs softly to Katriana, "Oh I would be so glad to see you there Lady Katriana. You really must come visit with myself for tea as soon as you feel able, I so would love to speak with you and find out your ideas on several important social issues."

Kael steps up to Clan Leader Diamia with a gulp. The young man gives a bow, holding a small rose-hued bottle. "Your Honor, I bring a gift from the N'Gatos, and especially from myself, Lord Kael N'Gato, and my mother, Lady Yolette." He extends the bottle toward her in his small slightly-feminine hands.

Katriana does raise her eyes in time to see the dance being done and blushes a deep red. "Shameful..." she murmurs, towards Audentus.

Nivik is nothing if not a perfectionist in all he does so he does it till he gets it right then gives Zenia a blistering smile as he wipes the sweat from his brow. "Still not as good as you but these things take time."

"Social issues." Yaffros's smile presses in, showing no teeth at all. Almost a musing smirk. "I imagine you have more than enough to deal with. In light of recent events and further events."

Lucia watches curiously a moment, unable to recognize the dance at first. She smirks faintly, simply watching quietly. "I think perhaps the waltz would be better suited." she suggests as she approaches Nivik. "Though you seem to be getting better."

Ema clears her throat. "Zenia. We're being rude."

Audentus' chest seems to swell a bit with pride to see such interest taking in his wife. Such a Dragon Lord. "We'll be having our first child very soon." He mentions to Yaffros. "Very exciting! I hope I'll make a good father." Mentioning to Katriana then, "I'm afraid the servants didn't have any cherry tarts my dear. But I'll wake up the cooks whenever we stagger home to fire some up. Nice and hot!" He adds at the end with a devilish smile. "Lady Yasha, what was that? A party? Why that sounds super! Will Lord Sharin be there? It's so hard to get him to let loose, and isn't that a fun term." Looking to Yaffros then and saying with a wicked grin, "That's sort of what you did with the man on the ballista bolt."

Zenia nods, catching about half of what he says. She doesn't answer until after the dance, "You did ---- better that time." She responds, then looks at Ema, her eyes growing wide before she turns a deep red, stammering, "To..totems..I'm sorry. I ------ mean to be."

"His attention can wander a bit," Diamia responds, turning back to her conversation with Laytania once Adan has left. "But if you are patient, he eventually focuses on what he's doing and does a good job. After all, he managed to tame my swoopy curl problem." Her hand flutters by the crown of her head where said swoopy-hair-problem normally occurs. Before the two girls can get to squealing about boys though, Dia has another well-wisher. Kael! "My Lord! Thank you!" A nearby attendant accepts the bottle on her behalf so there are no medallion-zappy issues. "And please allow me to congratulate you on your Ceremony of Souls. I am certain you will achieve great things."

Yasha can't help but laugh gently at Audentus' enthusiasm, "Sharin will be there of course but I can't promise anything in the way of loosening up. I"ve tried. I really have but I fear he's all Chimeran and no Eagle. A pity really."

"It would be a great pleasure to me, Lady Yasha. Do you, perchance ride horses?" Katriana asks, eyes diverted from the display of dancing on the floor, quite pointedly. "Lord Sharin is quite nice, though. He sent me a dagger at my Ceremony of Souls, little devil! He said since I was no longer a Hydra I should have my own weapon-- the thought was quite sweet." To Audentus, she blushes, "Yes, I do hope the cook won't mind being woken up for such a small chore, Lord Husband."

Nivik glances at Lucia with a smile. "Oh, I don't know..that one was rather interesting." He says and turns briefly back to his dance partner to bow. "If you'll excuse me Lady Zenia, I must attend to my training now. Should you ever wish to spar send me a message."

Kael appears rather out of his element in a grand Cockatrice ballroom. He asks one last thing of Diamia, quite chagrinned. "May I touch your dress, Your Honor? I've heard that it bestows blessings on those lucky enough to grasp it."

"Give me a rigid Chimeran grandson over a permissive one." Yaffros laughs. "If I would leech some of the raw formality out of him if I could. Mmm." Yaffros's laugh is gone. He is again musing. "Ballista bolts aside, do not the commoners grow more and more daring?"

Yasha nods to Katriana, "I only ride a little. Sabiros and Rasha really are the riders in the family. But I do have some land outside of the city we could visit. You can ride and I'll set out a picnic or something."

Lucia arches a brow as Nivik mentions training but merely finishes her drink. "You dance very well, Lady Zenia. Pay no mind to what others think, it was an interesting dance. And hard for some to master, it would seem." she taunts Nivik some.

Diamia smiles gently and nods. "Of course you may, Lord Kael," she replies. Hey, at least he is not some grubby, cootie-bearing commoner. Not that she doesn't love the commoners because she does. She just loves them more when they are way over there.

Spar? That snaps Zenia out of her embaressment instantly, "Spar? I'd love to. I know a little bit about the sword. Not much. I know a bit more about spears...Do you know any thing about spears?" She asks, the words are uttered rapid fire now. "Do you hunt? Hunting is always fun as well. But you have to have a strong stomach, because of well..the eating of the heart to honor the totems. I've seen a few people throw up because of it before. Have you ever eaten the heart?" She then glances at Lucia, looking releived, "Thank you."

"It really is a growing problem Lord Yaffros." Audentus comments with a solem nod of his head. "My personal theory is that it stems from certain Clans that have performed so poorly at leading their citizens that the poor uneducated commoners accually think they could do a better job!" Adding at the end with a playful wink, "Naturally, I blaim the Griffons."

Lucia glances quickly over to another conversation, a key word attracting her attention. Deep blue eyes watch Audentus for a moment, trying to gleam what the conversation is about.

Nivik chuckles at the stattaco reponse and finally releases Zenia's hand. "I know abit about swords, less about spears I fear just to avoid the pointy end. Yes, I do hunt though I must admit I've never had heart before." He doesn't seem put off at the idea just..wow what strange customs the flatlanders have!

Ema looks Nivik over. She nods and whispers to Zenia and leaves.

Kael kneels before her, not wanting to go grabbing any higher than the ankle on a Clan Leader. The very recent adult places a hand on the hem of Diamia's dress and then, satisfied, rises and bows again. "Thank you, Your Honor. The N'Gatos pray that your rule will be prosperous." And he smiles, boyish and bedimpled.

Zenia nods to Ema, then turns her attention back to Nivik, "Well, you see, we eat the heart to honor --- totems. Most Firans can't stomach it." She responds, teeth biting at her bottom lip before she glances around, "You mentioned --- were going back to your lessons? I'm ------ looking to learn ----- could I tag along?"

Diamia returns Kael's smile with one of her own, girlish and bedimpled in her case. "Thank you once again," she says before turning back to Laytania. "I am more tired than I imagined I would be. Would you be very mad if I excused myself to go lay down for a spell?"

Yasha frowns, "Lord Proxy you can't blame the griffons naturally when the problem occures in all clans. That makes no sense."

Yaffros returns the wink, but it's a slow-lidded thing, half distracted. "Would that we could hand the entire issue around the Griffons' neck -- oh, no, I bear the Griffons no ill will," he adds, easy and unhasty a clarification as you please. "But it would be so much simpler to point the finger at one clan and proceed from there. No, my daughter is right." He gestures toward the dining hall. "The problem is everywhere. Everywhere."

Kael gazes at the magical hand for a moment. He then turns to go sample the wine, hovering near the banquet table as the party ebbs.

"No, no, of course not - get some rest! Congratulations again," Laytania grins and lets the shiny new Clan Leader sleep.

Nivik laughs and nods then offers Zenia his arm. "Indeed, I was headed to the training center for awhile to work out. I don't see any problem in you coming along. I can always use a sparring partner." He says and glances back at Lucia as she seems involved in another conversation now.

Lucia isn't involved as much as she is eavesdropping. Hearing Nivik and Zenia talk she snaps her head back that way and grins. "He's fast on his feet, Lady. You'd best be careful. I'll come along and 'chaperone' you two."

Zenia nods, taking the offered arm, "Wonderful. I've recently joined the air force...I'm a trainee, so I'm always looking for teachers and sparring partners." She then glances at Lucia, blinking faintly, "Oh..okay.."

Ok! So Kat is the pregnant one and Audie is falling on his arse, "Er, M'Lord Husband... shall I fetch a healer or help you get home?" she asks, touching her own belly, "I fear I am rapidly fading and will be homebound until the birth of your heir now."

Diamia, again, moves to give Laytania a hug. And, again, she catches herself at the last moment. Instead, she contents herself with a little wave instead and then hops back up on a chair as she did earlier and raps her Very Big Stick. "I would like to thank you all once more for coming and sharing the joy and celebration of this day with my clan. Please feel free to enjoy yourselves as long as you wish. The palace servants will see to you every need. Good night, my friends." And, with that, she hops down again and departs with a flourish!