Elua's Blood - Longest Night - Cereus Great Hall
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				Title: <strong>Elua's Blood - Longest Night - Cereus Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 07:41:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 46pt;" class="bbc_size">⚜</span><br><br><span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><em>Love as thou wilt</em></span></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 08:04:35</strong>
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				Light and delicate flakes of snow danced down through the sky; they moved with the same grace she knew her adepts would possess through out the night, indeed all the adepts of the Court had their own grace but the snow, that was so very fitting. It was a fleeting beauty, so fragile and yet it could steal the life from one's body, could transform a barren landscape into something frosted and magical. Such were her thoughts as she stood out on the terrace watching the sun dim from the sky and knew that the Longest Night was but moments from starting. <br><br>As if summoned by the setting sun, or perhaps by her own thoughts, her Second appeared, clearing his throat politely so that Léocadie nó Cereus, the Dowayne of Cereus House, First among the Thirteen turned with a smile curving ever so slightly at the corner of her lips. "It begins soon; are you pleased with your plans for this year?" <br><br>"Yes my Lady, though it wouldn't have been possible without you." Léocadie laughed softly at Martan's words, shaking her head at the needless compliment. She was Dowayne, and while as her Second the majority of the planning fell to him she was enough of a perfectionist to have her hand in all that she possibly could. <br><br>He gave a low bow, a wry grin on his lips and then offered his arm to her, which the blond haired beauty accepted, that elusive smile hinting at appearance on her lips once more as they glided into the great hall. Life, mortality itself was a fleeting beauty to savor; and this hall had seen over six hundred Masque's, witnessed the license of countless adepts through out the years on the one night when nothing had a cost and only love and desire guided Naamah's most beautiful servants. Her House was the only one present, clad as was tradition in the garb of the Court of Winter, snow nymphs and white foxes, snowy birds of prey and beauty alike, a glittering assemble and all so beautiful it could melt ones heart. <br><br>Léocadie's thoughts strayed back to her first Longest Night, attending as a fosterling, carrying a heavy tray of <em>joie</em> and offering it up to the guests. How far she had come, from a young girl raised by a Priestess and a Orchis adept, to a fosterling of Cereus House, and then an adept, and then Second and now as the Dowayne. <em>Joie</em> and fleeting memories, how she missed Thelssa now gone these past three years to the Terre d'Ange that lay beyond. For her deceased friend she offered a brief prayer up to Elua and his Companion's and then dismissed such thoughts from her mind, it was a time for the present and for delight. "Come my Winter beauties; let us gather for the procession."<br><br>With hushed laughter that twinkled like stars in a frosty night and the grace of the falling snow dancing through the chill air her adepts gathered themselves and trailed after her. The other Houses had arrived and all was in readiness. The great hall's doors shut behind them and she stood tall and proud on Martan's arm waiting until they were certain they were all assembled. <br><br>And then it begun, the hall's doors opening into the beautifully decorated room with waiting fosterlings and servants to observe and she glided forward with a smile on her lips, her pale eyes shadowed behind her mask that shielded her features. Her pale hair was piled upon the top of her head, with a few artless strands left free and her costume that of the North Star, a gown of sheer flowing material with many small winking stones, layer upon layer of it that clad her body but seemed almost like a shimmering aura of light and sparkle around her rather then material. Behind her trailed the beauties of Cereus, and then the other houses, Alyssum, Jasmine, Orchis her father's once house, Balm, Gentian, Heliotrope...it went on and on, all gorgeous, elegant and desirable, all blessed by Elua and Naamah and the other Companions as well. <br><br>Turning and settling down upon the dias reserved for Cereus House she found the smile in truth upon her lips, for there was no night in which she more loved her life then this. What a glorious way to live. And they were, one and all, Elua's blood.
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				Post by: <strong>Synecdoche17</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 06:38:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Go and be seen among the aristocracy," her mother had directed. "To be invited to Cereus' Longest Night is no trivial honor for you. The more visible you are, the higher your star will rise among the D'Angelines." Ambra had resisted fiercely. She hated crowds and social pressure, hated to be trotted out as a showpiece. How much better to&nbsp; stay in her studio, alone with her art, doors barred against the cupidity of her family. Her portraits sold for more than a Serenissiman palace, and still they wanted more. With reluctance, Ambra went.<br>That had been two years ago. She needed no encouragement to go now; indeed, she spent weeks in happy preparation for the Longest Night. The sophistication of House Cereus' festivities never failed to dazzle; the flair of D'Angeline costumers never failed to impress. More than once she had drawn inspiration from nobles' pageantry to fuel fanciful sketches. Truthfully, though, Ambra loved Longest Night for less noble reasons as well. In La Serenissima her D'Angeline blood served only to make her a target for her grandfather's wrath, but what was Longest Night if not a celebration of everything D'Angeline? And if her olive skin and strong nose illustrated that she was not cut from quite the same cloth as the pale, frail beauties of House Cereus, why, behind her mask, who could tell?<br>This year Ambra wore a gown of white and silver, its layers artfully slashed and stitched to give the appearance of being caught in the wind. Her mask was a slender construction of ashwood and pearls. The only diversion from the wintry theme was a black crow, wings outspread, stitched across her left shoulder.<br>"It's part of the family's crest," she had told her mother. "You wanted me to represent the family, didn't you?" It had satisfied for an explanation, and it was only half a lie. Ambra had styled herself a crow that first time, three years ago, with a black mask that curved back into her long, dark curls. She had been very nervous, drank a great deal of <em>joie</em> and consequently found herself very drunk. Someone had taken her hand, led her into the Gardens, and there they had giggled and kissed, then kissed again, and then Ambra had surrendered her virginity, crying out her ecstasy to the sky. She drifted off after, and woke in the great hall, wrapped in a blanket, unable to find her mysterious suitor or recall her lover's face. Every year since, she had worn a crow, hoping to be recognized. Twice now, it hadn't happened.<br>Ambra's fingers knotted in her sash as she snapped herself back to the present. A rustle of excitement had swept through the crowd - the adepts of House Cereus had&nbsp; begun to move, leading the stately, sensuous procession into the Hall. It seemed as if all of them shared one spirit, one temper, of soaring joy. Underneath her demure mask, Ambra smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 23:40:25</strong>
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				Snow. It was only fitting.<br><br>As the houses filtered through the open doors in slow procession, the Valerian Dowayne watched from behind the eye-slits of his own mask. Perfect as ever, the white marble of Cereus and the flakes that danced around them were a fitting match for those that fell outside the walls and still clung to the adepts' hair and flesh and fabric from their shortish stroll across the lighted lanes of Mont Nuit. The doves went first, fluttering in the white dresses that clung to their physiques and yet changed them into something more worthy of nature -- the feathers, the flowing silks, the makeshift wings, they all ran into the open dance hall, running one after another with laughter in their lips and eyes.<br><br>The hind followed, cantering after them with white horns, soft suede and fluffy tails, joining the merriment with a shout for 'Joie.' After them came the rest of the menagerie, different animals all from the timid rabbits to the fleeting hares mixed with larger prey; all running in to join the festivities. Among them, Yves ran as well. The stark white of his costume covered much of his marque, as much as it did the white trace of scars on his flesh yet without doing so entirely. His already wide shoulders looked even wider under the cover of thick fur, a theme that followed down arms to hook up on hands that bear long, hooked metal claws -- the kind of masterpiece that must have taken a silversmith a year or more to complete. <br><br>Mandrake soared in right behind in pursuit of the yielding House, blacks and browns in stark contrast with the ones before. Predators after prey, they stalked into the room proudly, seeking to match each other as they ducked and wove through the crowds. Here a wolf caught a hind, leaving four red streaks across the white of her dress and claiming a kiss from it before they separated again, laughing and fading into the background. There a hawk and a dove played a quick pursuit game, flying between two archways and around until the one was caught and fell to the ground in a graceful sprawl. The scenes continued here and there, and odds were they would do so through the night. If the Dowayne himself had a stalker of his own, there was no sign of it quite yet because he simply moved through the crowd and claimed his first glass of joie as he turned to watch both the next entrance and those around him. A lift of his glass rose toward the nearby Leocadie, the mouthed 'Joy' more seen than heard in the din of laughter that took over when one of the orchis' adepts attempted to mount a horse and got himself promptly unseated.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 14:56:15</strong>
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				Surrendering to your desires. That to Désirée Éliane nó Cereus, was the main theme for the Longest Night. The only night where all were free to surrender to their passions and bath themselves in joy for the coming year.<br><br>&nbsp;Her eyes, the same color as the sea when the sun caress it in mid afternoon, watch all that happen around the hall as she enter. Everything stopping as all the patrons took in the adepts of Cereus as they follow in after their Dowayne. A sign that the festivities had commence. Her beautiful face, partially cover by a soft silvery white mask that match the long sleeve corset dress she was wearing. Her costume not only marked her as a Cereus adept, but it made her resemble a winter nymph. A costume that enhance her exotic looks.<br><br>When Léocadie&nbsp; took her seat next to her second, all the adepts executed perfect bows or curtsies and then left to mingle and join the patrons, finally surrendering to the night where they were free to follow each and anyone of their desires. <br><br>Those same exquisite eyes watch the patrons dance with each other or scurried off with different adepts into the gardens to enjoy more of their presence, while she made her way through the dancing and joyous crowd. She stop once when a glass of joie was offer to her, raising her glass she murmur softly 'Joy' before drinking it fast, feeling that delicious burn go down her throat to make her stomach warm and fuzzy.<br><br>A new year, she thought, maybe this one she would finally find the husband she was looking for. To marry into a pure blooded line of nobility and make her house proud. She let out a joyous laugh when a masked man took her hand and escorted her to the dance floor. Making her forget all of her worries and just enjoy the night that had just started.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 18:53:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>'Without fault or flaw.'</em></div><br>That ideal was chief in the mind of Juliannè Rose nó Camellia as she watched the procession make its entrance to the hall. The host of Cereus House went first, and then each of the other houses followed in their places. A night of celebration, but of celebration that must be observed from a place of perfection. Juliannè kept that in the forefront of her mind as House Camellia began its entrance. <br><br>This year her House was adorned in clothing that depicted elements of an exquisite garden. Of statues covered in budding flowers, of trees with long, elegant limbs wrapping around their gowns, of vines mingling in branches and statues alike, of fountains where streams of water were suggested by strands of blue beads or sections of cloth in rich blues that caught the light, of butterflies, and dragonflies, and so many other things found within the private sanctuary that a garden offered.<br><br>Most of the gowns favored long sleeves and flowing skirts, deep lines on the back to bare the marques of the Servants who had completed theirs and the portions of those marques as yet incomplete. Some faces were painted in petals and buds, others in vines or leaves, and masks of all flavor catering to the theme could be seen. <br><br>House Camellia's procession was one of perfect choreography. Those members who had favored petals in their skirts entered first, a small collection as if the wind were carrying them. They twirled here and there as they gracefully swept into the chamber, then diverged in all directions. Onlookers may have taken notice that not one of these 'flowers' was the likeness of a flower from the Houses. <br><br>Walking behind them were statues and fountains, each step carefully timed so that they made two rows of individuals mirroring each others' actions as they cast their gaze on the others gathered for the festivities. Trees came behind the statues, placing themselves on the outside with arms lifted up. Sheer fabric linked to their fingers made a drape of cloth on which colored limbs of brown were sewn to make them appear more true to their design as they stood this way.<br><br>A host of dragonflies and butterflies alike entered next, weaving between the trees and statues, settling near the twirling flowers, and with them Juliannè, Second of House Camellia. She wore a gown with a bodice of black silk, slim and perfectly cut to her form as it tapered to the waistline. Here began the butterfly wings that were her skirts, several pairs of wings were shaped in the fabric, all colored in deep reds and blacks that were rich to the eye, layered artistically one upon the next. She wore black sleeves on her forearms that were separate from the dress itself, a length of semi-sheer cloth connected between them with more winged patterns sewn into it. Braided into her hair were ribbons of black and red, the red darker than that of her hair, but pleasing to look upon as it twined through her soft tresses. The intricate braids kept her long hair from completely obscuring her back, making it fall only to the middle of it rather than to the small of it.<br><br>Each step the Second took was calculated and elegant, each step a part of their dance as they made themselves into a garden of enticing beauty, of carefully controlled peace and allure. When she reached a an adept dressed in a gown with the likeness of a flower the Second gently leaned into the woman, resting her cheek on her sister's shoulder and reaching her arms up around the both of them so her hands could fold over the adept's other shoulder. The the sheer fabric connected to Julianne's sleeves seemed to wrap the two of them up in the semi-sheer likeness of wings as she, the butterfly, rested in the petals of the other Camellia Adept. The v-shaped mask of black that Juliannè wore made her face as dark as her bodice save for the whites of her eyes and her gray irides.<br><br>The Dowayne entered garbed in the likeness of a proud statue, a crown of flowers wreathed about her brow. With graceful steps the Dowayne of Camellia walked between the other statues, the trees, butterflies, dragonflies, flowers, and fountains as though they were but an aisle for her regal passage. Only when the Dowayne had passed did each individual of Camellia House move from their place to mingle with the crowd, their carefully executed dance completed in good taste and with great precision.<br><br>Juliannè pressed a gentle kiss to the cheek of the Adept whose shoulders she had leaned upon before turning herself and following in the wake of her Dowayne. She took a glass of joie offered her as she followed her Dowayne, inclining her head in greeting to those who greeted her. When at last the Dowayne came to a stop Julianne stopped as well, lifting the glass to her lips with a quietly spoken "Joy". The festivities had begun and the night would be one of much merriment for the servants of Naamah gathered here.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 19:10:12</strong>
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				Her fair eyes sparkled with delight to see the Houses fill Cereus' hall, familiar figures largely the people her life was built around. Each House had its glory and she watched it with pleasure. When Valerian entered it took her little time to locate Yves' among them he had after all been a good friend for over ten years now and the one who had helped her the most through Thessla's illnesses and her first few years as Dowayne. And once, once she had helped him as well. The thoughts of that night were enough to bring a delicate flush of pink to her cheeks, obscured largely by her star burst mask as Mandrake followed their counter part and the bear costumed Dowayne of Valerian toasted joie to her. <br><br>A near by fosterling had a tray proffered up and she gestured the lad closer, accepting one of the small glass and lifting it in toast in return, calling out into the crowd in a tone joyous and sweet <em>"Joie!"</em>. It had others following the toast and calling out the word as well and that too brought a smile to her lips. She discarded the empty glass for a full one and then gestured to Martan to take her place on the dias as she descended into the crowd to weave her way to Yves. <br><br>It wasn't long till she was at his side, her head tilted back to smile up at him warmly as her head inclined ever so slightly, eyes raking over his costume. "What a delightful choice of animal for you." She murmured, the fingers of her free hand lightly trailing over the thick white fur. "Is it inspired by the tale of the bear witches of Alba? What is their name..." A slight frown hovered on her features, obscured by her mask as she tried to find the information that lay somewhere in there; normally she did not talk so readily without good reason but it was the Longest Night and the two of them had an ease between each other for which she was grateful. <br><br>Finally Léocadie shrugged, dismissing it and raised her new sparkling glass to him. "<em>Joie</em> my friend, it is good to see you."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 19:32:59</strong>
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				<em>Vivienne nó Heliotrope</em><br><br>Her heart hardly seemed to be able to contain the quickness of its beat within her breast as she entered Cereus's Great Hall amid the beauty and elegance of her House mates, and behind her mask the newly turned sixteen year old's eyes were large and delighted. A grand spectacle indeed, the decorations an art in and of themselves and the adepts...the adepts of the Court of Night Blooming Flowers were like a dream, perfection and beauty. A wistful smile curved her lips as her amber eyes danced about the hall and her thoughts wondered over who each figure could be. Some were obvious of course, the Dowayne's of Houses and their Seconds, but others, ah names ran through her head, the rumored favorites of the City, those that served particular Houses. In her last year of apprenticeship she had gathered every snippet of information she could, yearning for the day when she could officially join their number. <br><br>Vivienne's costume was simple, she was merely a nymph among her House's theme of Hellenic myth and wonder. And yet the simplicity seemed perfect for her, a well draped toga of cream colored whisper fine silk accented with a wine red that seemed to be tied into her hair. The toga gown's back had been left slow, all the way down to the small of her back and made it very clear to any eyes that set upon her that her marque had not yet been started; she had never taken a patron. <br><br>At first she had blushed at the idea of displaying her status so but it was why her Dowayne had let her come, to show the new adept who would soon be available. Her breath stilled at the idea that she might very well meet her first patron this night, in this press and the girl shivered as she shook her head at herself and laughed when Esmeia, one of her House sister's grabbed her hand and made her dance with her, the other girl just seventeen in age and so glad as a nymph as well. The younger adepts of Heliotrope all gathered, dancing together with smiles that could rival sunshine and laughter spilling bright and joyous from their lips. <br><br>The auburn haired girl found herself pulled away by a Orchis adept, drawn by their laughter and she allowed herself to be, dancing with him and then another Orchis adept, this one a woman, the Houses mingling in full now. She found herself paired with a Camellia adept and then one of Balm House, all beautiful and masked, all glorious. And she was soon to join their number, to be a Night Flower. Her heart sang with its joy and she surrendered fully to the delights of the night. <br><br>She tripped though, and caught herself just before she stumbled into a woman clad in white with a raven in flight on one shoulder and the young woman blushed, some of it visible beneath her delicate mask of heliotrope flowers and dropped a curtsy to the women, clearly not one of the Houses, her long hair flowing around her. "Forgive me m'lady, I fear I got a bit twisted around."
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 07:01:00</strong>
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				<br>Joie Indeed. The Valerian Dowayne finished his first drink in a single draught, setting the glass upside down on a passing apprentice's tray. Another blank back, an empty canvas for whichever house she was from. He followed that back with his eyes for a while, until it almost got lost among the many others that flitted around. <em>Butterflies</em>, he thought, and his lips curled upward at the corners when he saw her almost trip. The older Valerian didn't watch Leocadie's approach, then, but the light change on his balance leg towards her frame and the turn of his shoulder in her direction would tell he was well aware of it. The moment he felt her fingers along his furs, Yves' half grin widened just a little more; it felt softer than it looked against her touch, warming against the cold of winter's snow. <br><br>"How perceptive of you" he murmured, "If only I were /half/ as creative as to think of dressing as the Maghuin Dhonn." The flicker on his eye had just enough of a&nbsp; conspiratorial gleam to say otherwise. When he looked down at her again, the Valerian's arm found its own way around her so that he could lean in for a kiss of greeting. He kept it simple, and mostly chaste, considering. "Joie to you, my friend." And then he carried on with the prior subject, as if he had never left it. "Of course, they might take offense on that, or wonder if I just might have some of their blood too."&nbsp; Another look around tried to spy for potential alban celebrants drew him to the entrance of the Camellias. "But truly, I thought bringing out part of our inner animals might be fun. I almost go for a Lion instead, but then the Trevalion might complain, and I have no intention of falling on my sword." Pure taunt, that.<br><br>"Oh Dear, look at That." His touch eased against Leocadie's side, which only made the claws feel closer through the thin veil of her clothing. "Camellia is at its best this year. What do you think got into her head to pick one so young as her second?" There was actually no criticism in his tone, but if the Dowaynes couldn't gossip among themselves, who the hell were they going to gossip with? "And she hasn't even finished her marque." <em>Pretty, pretty butterflies</em>. Another tray passed by, and he reached for another glass while barely managing to avoid tripping it over when the youth saw those shining claws coming. He lifted it towards Dowayne and Second, greeting them both in one toast. Soon it would be time to fade into the background with the apprentices, and let those who hadn't completed their marques enjoy themselves without having his presence to remind them of every other night in the year. <br><br>"What shall we wager on tonight?" He had to say that before Bryony showed up of course, otherwise they just /might/ come up with something evil.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 07:45:29</strong>
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				<em> Léocadie nó Cereus</em><br><br>Her fellow Dowayne's sharp wit would have been well fitted to several House's outside of his own but all the same Léocadie found herself barely holding in a laugh at how drolly he responded to her question. With him it was truly never boring; she returned the kiss of greeting with proper warmth but reserve as well. It had been a long time now since they had shared more. Not that she would be adverse to sharing of herself with Yves, he was a true friend for over a decade now, but their tastes seemed to only prompt union when senses were taken largely by <em>joie</em>. Ah the memories, there was such a fleeting, fragile beauty to each moment and the one night they had spent together, when she was yet a Second to her previous Dowayne, was one of her favored blossoms in her memory. <br><br>"You are so easily touching at scandal dear; if you truly desired to not cause a fuss then perhaps you could simply dress as a swan, like your House. But then even that attaches to politics does it not? And I suppose a swan would be a bit too fragile looking for your taste, pretty prey you make regardless, or I suppose a pretty predator. Regardless, I am happy to hear there is no plan for falling on swords, you are rather irreplaceable." Her famed eyes crinkled as she smiled up at him then, teasing him with a fondness and a frankness most wouldn't dare.<br><br>Not with a Dowayne, and not with one that was also a scion of the la Courcel line. <br><br>The Cereus Dowayne's eyes moved to the entrance of Camellia and the elegant gliding of the new Second to their fellow House leader, Juliannè she believed was the fair redhead's name. The blond gave a graceful but artless shrug of her shoulders. "I'm sure her marque will finish quickly now that she's in such a position, you know how nobles love to attempt to buy the 'highers' among our Court. What was your last asking price Bear Prince?" <br><br>Another shrug came at the question of what to wager upon, for her life was focused solely on her House now and its prestige and success; she had given over anything else when she became Dowayne though many of her rank still took lovers and the like she had not outside of her Second from time to time.&nbsp; Though there was also a slight shiver that worked through her at the press of those silver wrought claws through the veils of her gown. It teased at memories of just what his hands could do to her body. "You have a better hand at games of chance then I Yves, you know I make no bets I'm not secure in, at least not anymore."
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