It was the longest night, the triumphant and pinnacle celebration in Terre D'Ange. The ushering of the new year to chase away the old, the heralding of the Sun King and the future of the Spring announced in revelry and festivity throughout the country. In the City of Elua the Galas were numerous and each one sought to outdo the other. Of course there was the festival at the palace, but many others hand arranged their own gatherings as well. It was the one night that the members of the night court were free to pick and they will, to take assignments or to take their own pleasures as they saw fit.<br/><br/>A fine powdered snow covered the streets and buildings throughout the city. The Cassiline monks kept their vigil on frost numbed knees as nobles and commoners alike celebrated the holiday. Adepts of all the houses of the Night Court indulged themselves free of fetters and patrons, unless they had chosen otherwise. Gravon was one of the few Adepts who had decided to take an assignment on the festival of the longest night. He was soon to finish his marque, and his patron for the evening had paid handsomely for his services.<br/><br/>He was dressed as a conjurer, a magician from myth and lore, when he arrived at his destination. Black boots of soft leather rose to his knees and folded in a cavalier's fashion. His breeches were of a soft gray velvet and clung to his legs and lower body, providing a tempting, if not somewhat vulgar display of his body. he wore a loose bone white shirt, open from collar to naval, and between it and his toned skin rested the amulets and trinkets supposedly of a magician. An ebony cloak completed the attire and was gathered about him as he walked, giving him the appear of floating across the floor. His mask for the evening left his mouth and chin bare, the rest of his face was hidden under the leering visage of an Imp or familiar.<br/><br/>His exact assignment was unknown, only that he would be required to call upon his experience as an Adept to perform it. He knew what this meant, and already he began to gauge and watch those around him. It was blessed Elua who commanded "love as thou wilt," But Gravon was an Adept of Mandrake house, and their motto was "Yield All." It would be his art and experience of freeing the passion and love another with torment and pain that was required tonight.<br/><br/>Gravon's patron escorted him into a small ballroom, several people milled about, drinking joie and conversing in hushed tones. The lights had been dimmed, and he heard the sounds of dalliance and meeting coming from some of the shadows. He looked to his patron, a woman maybe ten years his senior with lush curves that remained just beneath voluptuous. For a moment he entertained the though of tasting her skin with both his body and his talent. The thoughts caused him to still just a bit beneath his breeches, it was the longest night, and it had just begun.