Christina
Cecilia Lyanah 
Maith's Feast, Tonate Proper

Her attention was torn from one of the entertainers when a well mannered man with a deep voice approached the shifter, requesting a seat at her table. Her first instinct was to dismiss him or come up with a snide retort but instead forced herself into a friendly facade, beginning with a tight smile that began to ache the muscles in her cheeks. 

"It isn't. You may sit if you wish." As she gazed over the man's appearance, she took note of the fine garments he wore that gave her an idea on what type of class he belonged to whilst his pale form hinted towards him being a Northern Mainlander. When she reached his face, he began to pique her interest as the grin began to feel less forced from her amusement. The embarrassment he recently experienced wasn't well hidden in his features.

She quickly returned her sights onto the entertainer that had gained her interest with the danger of his act prior and watched momentarily as he fitted the third sword down his throat before shifting . Once he had finished placing a fourth sword, Cecilia turned her body slightly while shifting in her seat and brought her focus back to the gentleman who had joined her. 

"I'm Bella." Currently, her name was too well known at the time for her sociopathic and murderous acts, so as a backup, she decided to stick with the shortened version of Arabella, which happened to be part of her birth name. "What happened with you?"
Ernest
**Alex Coldwater**
**Maith's Feast, Tonate Proper**

Alex quickly took the seat, his breathing was beginning to calm down and the lady seated in front of him was not paying attention to him, everything was going great. The cold sweat forming on his brow had subsided as he let the slow warm winds to cool him down a bit, he asked a servant to get him a glass of water. 

As he was enjoying his relative solitude the lady turned her attention on him again, "My name is *Bella*" She said to which Alex replied with a short response, trying to put his best foot forward, "Nice to meet you m'lady, My name is Alex". 

"I'm not really used to these *Events*" He said, the last word barely spitting out of his mouth, yet still he felt a bit relaxed around her, she didn't seem to judge him and he felt relatively safe from judgemental eyes now and safe around her, he didn't quite understand why. 

Her dress was beautiful, complimenting her features perfectly yet not revealing too much to the naked eyes, her hair seemed to be done beautifully and all this suggested that she must be from a well off background. Alex decided to speak a little more, "I'm more used to a sword in hand than socialise with the elites, m'lady." His voice was slowly returning to normal as his aura of natural confidence he portrayed.
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Ball, the Maith Mansion

When the Duchess of Astoria waltzed through the crowd, they were instantly captivated. The Pirate King watched as the lights of the torches and brazers played at her figure and at her face, in her hair and then, by magic, dripping off of her, running down her arms in rivulets. They pooled in her scars like liquid flame. But amazement turned to fear when the box began to blaze, sending a sudden gush of heat and light at the observers. Some recoiled and covered their eyes but most flinched, recognized the chicanery, and began to applaud wildly. 

Bradai brought the spoon to his lips, sucking a baby ray into his mouth and chewing on the buttery meat. When he was finished, he swallowed and began to clap along with the crowd, sending them all to silence. 

"Anya." The King leaned over the table to pluck the silver ship from her palm and fell back into his seat with his right elbow on the armchair. His tone was mild.

"I 'ad 'eard vhat you were to leave my beautiful city. Get on your dark ships and sail my 'arbor wiffout so much as a goodbye." He brought the present close to his face, as if he was inspecting it's seaworthiness. "Don't tell me vhat Eric and Jax took it 'ard. We will all need vhem in tha battles to come." He ran a finger along the rigging of the mainsail as the next course was brought before them. Wide plates of roasted mango, peach, apricot and sweet plum, the peels soft and the flesh all but caramelized by the heat. Plates of exotic cheeses followed in suit, from the far off reaches of Corvus and Doltun. They smelt fiercely strong, but their taste was nutty and left a hint of fermented blackberry on the tongue. Five more casks of wine were rolled out and cups were refilled to the brim. 

"A beautiful fhree masted ship." He set the ship down with a loud thump and clapped his hands together. "Am I correct to assume vhat vhis is tha ships we discussed? Tha four uff 'em?" He reached under the chair and moved the empty bowl aside to make room for his ledger. He scrawled something down in it and crossed something off on the page beside.

"Ollie." Bradai barked, "Send to the Ruby Row for a new set of metalworking tools to give our graceful and lovely Duchess of Astoria, for whoever commissioned vhis lovely ship. And 'er gifts as well." 

The Scribe appeared from behind the high table, a bolt of beautiful crimson silk across his arms. On top of the folded fabric was a spice chest filled with whole saffron, cloves, and coriander. For Mikhail there was a curved steel knife, the hilt inlaid with turquoise and fashioned into a poppy flower.

"Do be sure vhat your court gets in line be'ind you, your Grace." The Pirate King gave a smile, popping a slice of roasted peach into his mouth. The juice ran down his fingers and into his beard, and he wiped it clean with his napkin. "I want to see my ward." 

With that, he waved on, signaling the next to pay their respects.
Christina
Cecilia Lyanah 
Maith's Feast, Tonate Proper

With great difficulty, Cecilia refrained from laughing at his mentioning of elites as she was far from that title. She could barely place any blame on him however due to the way she dressed for the event and whilst it was humorous, the shifter also felt complimented. She had put a fair amount of effort into her appearance with the help of others. 

"I'm not very great at making conversation myself so that makes the two of us." Cecilia lowered her forearm against the arm of the chair before she began tapping lightly against the wooden frame with her slender fingers.

"Come on, there is more to it than that." She began while deeply inhaling, taking note of the nervous sweat that continued to linger in his pores. However, he didn't have the racing heart an anxious person would be carrying. 

"What happened? Did you forget a gift for the King? Did you see a woman you fucked in the past who now carries obsessive feelings towards you? I know that's happened way too many times before to someone I know, so you're not alone there." Cecilia paused as she eyed him over a couple times in thought before widening them in excitement. "Did you kill someone and steal their clothes?" 

She had done that plenty of times herself but was delighted at the thought that someone else would do the same.
Edith
**King Dennon Bigsby
The Ball, Maith Mansion**

Dennon sighed while as Queen Anyanka presented her gift. He did not have a light show to accompany his. It just made his seem more plain by comparison. Once the woman ahead of him was finished, Dennon approached.

"Good evening, your grace." Dennon said to Bradai, picking up a more formal address for the benefit for those nearby watching the gift presentation. "From Queen Lucrezia and I, this is a sword from one of our finest Ibbish smiths. The design incorporates the golden vines of the House Scheer sigil wrapping around the hilt. May it serve you well should the need arise."
Ernest
**Alex Coldwater**
**Maith's Feast, Tonate Proper**

Arko laughed a bit at her suggestions of crimes, he finally felt a bit light and the nervousness subsided. "It's nothing quite that extreme m'lady" He replied "I... I have a illness, m'lady. The healers call it battle fatigue. I'm not quite suited to be in-", He stopped short of the final sentence, why was he saying all this to her? No one outside his family and their trusted healers knew this. 

Alex quickly tried to remedy the situation, this was no conversation to be had with a lovely lady on such a beautiful evening. He quickly stood up and offered a hand to her, "Would you care for a dance, m'lady?"