Harvey
Valkrin Farensun
The Mizzen, Tonate Proper 

"You're arriving with the most dangerous man in the Isles, if not the world, the others won't give a second thought about anything you do. Balls are more about the conversations in private, than the actual events." For the first time in years, Valkrin was having trouble finding the words to speak to this woman. His head was pounding though he didn't show it, he simply removed his glass eye and slipped it into his pocket, relieving some of the pressure in his head. 

His dream of Catarina beneath that tree, in the valley he grew up in, was the only thing he could think of. Where his mind's eye typically saw violence and death, he now saw her, draped in the beauty of the stars.

*Why this woman? None of the others did this.* A constant barrage of questions flooded his thoughts, drowning out most of the noise from the crowd. *You're mad, Farensun, it's a godsdamned fantasy. What? You think you'll just have one dream and forget what you are? She's a woman, you're an animal. You don't get the girl, not after the things you've done.*

"You'll have to forgive me Ms. Tanner, I don't feel like myself. Hopefully Maíth's wine collection fixes that." He stuck the cigar in his mouth again, an excuse to be silent.
Tom
Calypso Kolgrim 

Tonate Proper | The Shrouds


It was well past midday, but the streets were still flooding with people, some working, some out to follow on their daily chores, and those with too much time in their hands just walking around to simply enjoy the day. But one thing was tying all these people together today, the tall of the town. A name that was being passed from lips to lips like a delicious fruit, everyone wanting to get a bite out of it, and to Calypso's dismay, she was forced to listen to the constant gossiping that was surrounding her employer's name. 

But what was to expect? Many had fallen in love with the mysterious figure of the Raven Knight, it was only logical that their infatuation would follow through after the revelation, add to the equation a powerful and moving oath of loyalty and voilá you got yourself a new folk hero! But if Calypso had to hear yet another rime about the " Dark knight with the pure heart" She was soon going to have to punch someone. 

The terrestrial lady had escaped the castle for the very same reason, with Lord Cyprien under constant assault from well-placed matrons of the high society demanding that the young man would meet their daughters, and Fleur finally asleep after much needed convincing, Calypso had caught the opportunity to went out into the shrouds, suggested to her by one of the maids, to try to find a fabric that could ease her suffering from the heat. 
She had greatly underestimated the heat of the isles, and even her lighter summer garments felt like heavy cloaks under the scorching sun. 
 Even now, hiding under her translucent veil, dressed in a cobalt tunic one of her lighter ones that usually would wear only on extremely hot days back in Sol, Calypso was suffocating.
Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
The Mizzen, Tonate Proper

Somehow, him saying that she was arriving with the most dangerous man in the Isles, if not the world, was not a comforting one. Hopefully others wouldn't be intimidated and she would find others to dance with. As for conversations in private? Well, she doubted she would have any of those. Sure, perhaps for nobles those were common occurrences, with all their damned slithering about. The snakes. She had respect for Charity Lane and others like her, but many others she had seen. And her first ever encounter with a noble...

She grimaced slightly and shoved the thought away. At least Mireli had come of that, and she loved her more than anything in the world. Hopefully Miri knew that... 

"Hopefully you don't get too drunk and make a fool of yourself," She replied coolly. "If you do, you'll have to find your own way home. *I* Certainly won't claim you."

She glanced up at him, adding, "Should probably put your eye back in. You're scaring everyone."
Harvey
Valkrin Farensun 
The Mizzen, Tonate Proper 

"My handle of the drink shouldn't be your worry." Valkrin slid the ball of amber colored glass back into it's socket, blinking a few times to adjust it. 

"They can be scared all they want, glaring at me like my very existence is heretical." Valkrin was well aware that this was true, but hated the way people stared.