Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
The Ball at Maith Mansion

At least for the meal, she chose to stay at his side. There were too few people on the dance floor, and already she felt like she stood out a little too much for her liking. A peasant woman, bedecked in finery that was far above her station, sitting at the arm of a pirate? Once the dancing really got going, she could lose herself in the crowd, floating from arm to arm, man to man. 

For now, she raised a glass of wine to her lips, taking long, slow gulps as the familiar sweet and sour fermented taste slide across her taste buds. She intended to be absolutely sloshed by the end of the night.

She peered over the rim of her glass, taking in the finery all around her. She had never seen anything quite like it, even though she had lived in Sol and passed in the same circles as Queen Charity Lane. Nothing could have prepared her for the bawdy spectacle that she now witnessed. A zoo of creatures, the Pirate King's beautiful harem, the boisterous music, and the contortionists and jugglers... If it weren't for the fact that she was keeping herself occupied, she would have been sitting there gaping like a fish!

When she finally set her glass down, her eyes remained fixated on the spectacle around her as she spoke with Valkrin and the other guests around her. Idle chit chat, none of which was important.
Ora
Arin Cragton
The Mizzen Market, Tonate Proper

Arin was shocked when he held the sack back in his hands, and looked up at the strange man standing in front of him. 

"I... Can... I am thankful. It just... Doesn't feel as if I'm doing the right thing accepting this from you. You saved my life, and for that I offer it in return. It's only fair." He said, taking deep breaths between every few words. He grimaced, before gripping his jaw and pushing it back into place with a cry of pain. After a moment he opened it, and with a loud pop, the pain slowly lowered into a dull roar.

"My name is Arin Cragton. One day, on my life, I will find a way to repay you." He said, looked up where the man's eyes would be. The bruises and cuts along his face made for a poor sight, but he was serious. His debts never go unpaid, and he wasn't going to start now.

Before long, ale was brought to the table. Arin quickly took a sip, and grimaced as his dry throat painfully pushed the dark liquid into his belly. He placed two gold coins down on the table, and looked up at the owner of the building. 

"I'll take anything." He said softly, before closing his eyes slowly. He was in so much pain, but no tear fell. He held it all in, and concentrated on letting his muscles relax as best they could.
Chantelle
Althea and Adonia Orviati
The Ball at Maith Mansion

The event was bountiful, life teeming at the edges of a celebration that didn't really have any specificity where the twins were concerned. A party was a party, and they knew how to have a good time when it called for it. 

The troublesome twins were reunited and rejoiced, knowing their time together would be limited. It was better to make the most of it, and the two had plans to do so. Though, the bigger picture was the blaring image in their minds. 

Their short-lived reunion was a joyous one, it hardly remained at the forefront of their focus or their thoughts, the task at hand more pressing than the frivolous nature of the environment. 

A goblet of wine gently graced the skeletal hand of the older twin, rosy lips dancing at the rim in a warm sip, cerulean hues scanning the premises in a search for her target. Pale, slender digits merely passed on the glass to her younger sibling, wanting nothing but to share in their indulgences as they handled their respective business. 

Hailing the tightly fitted obsidian robes allowed for smoother, yet swift motions to slip into and out of the sea of individuals. Undetected. *Unnoticed.* Subtly identifying the corresponding targets, the twins shot one another a knowing gaze, almost as if their telepathy spoke volumes of what is to come for the two of them. 

The two parted ways quietly, with the hopeful desire of linking arms yet again.