The festivites offered by the Wild Hunt continue on, as people return or collect into groups to converse and have fun. The previous incident that had put a pause to them, seemingly forgotten for the moment, at least in the ears of the small Uordeq.
Katri grins as Chataya sits down near by with her own food and turns back to watch the festivites as they continue.
Silver danced, basking in the moonlight. Her new silver sash trailing behind her, and her little black skirt catching the wind as she had abandoned her cloak. She wandered over to Akon. "You look to be more at ease this night." Silver said with a smile. "Care for a dance?"
Valez, after finishing his bottle, sighs then gets up. His long black hair falling over his face. His green eyes scanned the horizon and he twirled around to face the entrance of the tavern. With a slight skip he approaches the door. His elegant foot work opening it without using his hands and closing it without a sound. His eyes took in the scene before him. The party was festive. It reminded him of some of the elven celebrations back at home. He smiled his mind going back to the days when he was surrounded by kin and kith. Anxious to get some more wine in him he takes a seat at a free table and motions for more wine. He enjoyed the spectacle of the shorter lived races prancing about the dance floor. He even chuckled to himself at one point in time. Valez sighed and started to massage his shoulder. He was glad he was not wearing any armor at the moment. He felt much more comfortable in the long sea colored pants. He wore no shirt to day. Preferring the cool breeze against his bare chest. Valez starts to pull up his hair and seems to relax somewhat.
Katri removed her own weaponry and cloak and laid them down under the table. Only her bag remained at her hip when she slid her quiver from her belt and placed it with the other items under the table. Standing up and stretching, she slipped more easily over to the casks of ale without all the encumbering items, and helped herself to a mug of it. She grins when she notices the female Drakna ask Akon for a dance, wondering what the usually stern warlock would say, while she meandered back to her seat.
It was obvious that Jael had been there since the start. He took another swig from his jug that had been freshly filled with Ale. A day for festivities was meant a day full of drinking and that was something to celebrate. Armor was no where to be seen on him, instead he wore a dark blue tunic with silver linning and plain tan pants. A large black belt wrapped around his waist with a decorated silver hilt, the sheath danced around as he continued to move through the crowd.
He was not looking for anyone in particular, just greeting those whom he knew and making new friends where he could sharing his Ale with any who were willing to drink. Then he spotted Akon through the crowd, he smiled noting that she looked different than he was used to. Somehow he managed to miss Valez, his mind set on greeting Akon.
Someone he had not met approached Akon before he could get there asking if she would like to dance. "Akon!", he said loudly with a smirk on his face, "You look well this evening!"
He gave a slight bow to Silver, "My name is Jael, and I know I at least am up for dancing. If one was to dance this would be the time."
Jael took another swig from his jug, he seemed very happy at this moment. It was apparent that he had been drinking since the festivle started.
Akon's red gaze looked cooly towards the woman, inclining her head towards the Dranka. "Honored miss Dranka. And I do accept your invitation, in the very least to thank you for your shared voice and the peace which it has brought me." She said, setting down her drink. She then saw Jael and nodded to him with what could be seen of a softer smile, inclining her head likewise as she offered her hand in dance towards the Dranka. "You are kind to say so, Jael."
Taklinn stays awhile, trying more of the proffered ale that is brought in before finally giving up and pulling out his flask and drink heavily from its endless bottom. Finally as the dancing and merriment continues, he mumbles "We're goin' to war and these folks dance! No plans to be made or preparations started." With a final "BAH!" he heads off towards the Warrior's Hall.
He smiled at Akon after her response to his compliment. "We can all three dance! I do not know how to dance vey well anyways.", he took Silver's clawed hand and span her around, from there it went down hill for him. Jael noticed Akon's grace during their dancing and only chuckld at his fumbling. The three of them danced and Jael enjoyed every minute despite his lack of dancing ability. He managed a few swigs between steps, and his smile only grew.
Katri watches from behind her mug of ale with a smile. She swayed in time to the music a bit as she drank. Finally, the young Uordeq finished off her drink and rose, dancing to the music alone. She could always blame the alcohol- though all she had tasted that day was what was in the mug- if any one should wonder at her relaxed and abnormal behavior. Though it was more likely she would admit that she simply wanted to dance in the improved mood she found herself in.
With a wide grin that danced in the shadows of the torchlight, Blisdon locked eyes with akon, as she danced between the Drakna and the Human warrior. "I was wondering when you'd make your presence known at our humble little Springtime Festivities!" Shouted the Shaman, Trying to let his typically booming voice carry across the music that played all the way into the far reaching darkness of the woods.
"There will be plenty of time to bathe In royal blood, and I fully intend to use as much of it as I can collect for the dyes of my warpaints...but tonight? Let's enjoy this refreshing spring night!"
Blisdon strided confidently over between Akon,Jael and Silver, Holding his hand out to Akon with a devious grin. "May I have the next dance? For all we know, Tomorrow The winds of fate could bring our swords to eachothers throats."
He watched the three dance. Smiling approvingly. Alchohol makes any dancing appropriate he thought to himself. He looked at his own glass of wine and tipped it over letting its contents spill to the floor. He motions for someone to mop it up then asks for some water. He pulls out a dagger and spins it around in his hand. His face clenching everytime he appeared to move his wrist too much. His wrist being covered by a black cloth and appeared damp. Valez pulls out some parchment and begins to write. Something that always brought him joy. He wondered if it should be a song or poem. He shrugged and thought he would create both.
Solas eyes the scene with a certain pride about him. He spies Blisdon offer Akon a dance and shrugs. Solas stands and moves toward Katri. He extends one hand to the Uordeq Princess in a formal bow. "My Companion has a point," He says, a smile threatening the corner of his mouth. "May I have this dance?"
Her dark eyes observed the scene between the Human, Drakna, and Akon every so often as she dances. She smiles a little with a light chuckle when she notices Blisdon ask Akon for a dance, when to her surprise, Solas approaches her and does the same. Katri stops and looks at him curiously for a moment, before grinning and extending her hand to his. "That he does, that he does. I would be delighted to dance with you."
Akon danced easily, her long locks of hair gently tossling in the cool spring evening as they twirled and spun. Her eyes caugh Jael's with a devious yet good humored smirk, chuckling a bit. She spun out nabbed up her ale, drank from it, then inclinded her head towards Blisdon. "I would be honored." She extended her hand towards Blisdon. "And may fate find favor in us both, that we may dance along our shared paths, rather than clash.." She smiled gently towards him, hand extended. "Where there is will, there is often a way."
Wreynn returns to the casks to refill his mug as he watches the festivities from the sidelines. Noticing the cask had gone dry, he places it on the floor and begins to tap the other that he had brought from the farm. The spring festival brought back memories of the old mushroom harvests of his youth and he couldn't help but smile to himself as he eyes a small fiddle.
Placing the empty cask on the ground to use as a stool, the Uordeq picks up the instrument and begins to make the strings sing as the memories of his youth allowed the bow to dance across the strings.
The unnerving sound of steel grinding across gravel is heard even above the rompus music and crowd as Nakigahara slowly made his way towards the party grounds, but the normally jovial Agori appears to be in anything but a festive mood this evening. Sticking his massive blade in the ground with a massive clank, the Vanquisher takes a cross legged seat on a table on the outskirts of the festival, his long nosed mask consealed his facial expression shrounding his nose and mouth in shadows.
Such a mood can only come from when the Vanquisher neglects to do that which he does best... Vanquish! It has been some time now since the Angori has tasted combat, and it showed in his weary demeanor. Dark eyes scan the party grounds and watch the pulsating mob of people from a safe distance, taking solace in the celebratory atmospher.
Silver laughs as one of her partners is lifted away by Blisdon. She takes Jael into another dance, not caring if he has poor footwork. "Looks like I have this dance to myself." She says, looking at Jael with ammusement. The music was picking up and all around people danced in the night. Silver hadn't been able to have this much fun in what seemed a very long time.
Solas took the uordeqs hand and broke out into a festive dance, To the tune of Wreynn's instrument. The dance was full of spins and clapping. He was, admittedly, surprised that the uordeq would accept his invitation given The Wild Hunts history with the girl. But he danced nevertheless.
Katri smiled and joined in with the dance, following Solas' lead. The young Uordeq's movements were much freer and more fluid since she abandoned her weaponry and cloak, seeming smaller without it all. Even surprised at her own acceptance of the offer to dance, she couldn't deny that she was having fun.
As she danced, she managed to find the chance to move over to Wreynn and steal his hat. Setting it on her own head she chuckled at him, "You play wonderfully, still. Never the less, once you finish this song, you should join us in dancing! You can have this back when you do!"
With that and a grin, she moved back over into dancing with Solas and away from the older Uordeq.
Silver saw the exchange between the Urodeq and smiled. "If you will excuse me Jael, I believe it is time for me to step out so someone else can step in." Silver spun off and danced away in the direction of the fiddle player. "You should join the dance and get your hat back!" She said with a grin filled with mirth. "Here, I'll take the instrument, I'm a woman of many talents." She gently and deftly took the violin from his grasp and in seconds had a livley tune playing.
Mikaeus woke to find himself still in the middle of the festivities. Alcohol-induced narcolepsy had triggered a spontaneous nap in the man-fae. He watched as his companions danced their troubles away with various women of the town, and the sight of the towering Uordeq and Empyrean of short stature carelessly leading half of the town in an energetic and uplifting ball brought a grin to his face. As his eyes scanned the party, he saw many faces he had not seen before, and even more that he had. His posture rearranged itself to an upright position, as he yawned, ruffling his wings, attempting to regain feeling in the unfortunate one upon which he had slept. Stepping over empty mugs and spilled ale, he made his way to the tables that held a feast fit for a king, and prepared himself a plate of only the ripest and most delectable of fruit.
Glimmer eyes Uncle Wreynn as he begins to play the fiddle. She quickly flits over to Katri, snatching the hat from her hands and says "You musn't to with such a fine piece of craftmanship. Never, ever take a man's hat from him in public." Glimmer places the hat a top Wreynn's head and shoves a handful of cookies at Katri. "Now then, let's dance Katri!" Glimmer grabs the Ourdeq and begins spinning her about.
Katri blinks in surprise as the hat is removed from her posession and laughs when she sees Glimmer. She takes the cookies slipping them into the bag at her hip before the fae begins to pull her away from Solas to dance. "Of course Miss Glimmer. Yes, let's dance!"
Katri lets out an actual giggle as her fae friend begins spinning about with her. The night was, indeed, turning out to be an interesting one. She looked over her shoulder at Wreynn and called out, "She saved your hat, but I'll see you out here dancing yet, Reinholdt!"
Solas could only snicker as Katri snatched up Wreynn's hat. The Empyreans snicker becomes a joyous laugh as the fae steals it back and spins the uordeq away in a dance. Solas shrugs and begins dancing with himself to the marvelous tune of the uordeq fiddle and human lute. Finally he spies the large angori vanquisher. He moves toward the towering brute.
"NAKIGARA my old friend." he says with a smile. "Why so blue? Come join the celebration. We party tonight so that we can fight tomorrow." he beckons the Angori toward the drinking and dancing.
Silver sees her Captain stumble away from the party and knows that it is her duty to follow. She sighs softly as she finds a place to gently put down the fiddle. Silver heads in the direction of Captain Belle while looking around for Ross. Not being able to see him through the crowd, she spares a longing glance back to the festivities before hurrying after Belle.
Finian sits on a stump at the edge of the festivities playing a recorder and observing all the comming and going of the party; taking particular note to the Uordeq royalty and the drama created from the nights previous events. When the decleration of war is made Finian is no longer seen on the stump and no evidence of his presence could be found.
Nakigahara remains still as stone aside from the multicolored dreadlocks that moved subtly in the wind--even as he is approached by the esper who spoke with a joyous tone. When his name was said in such a boisterous tone, Naki raises a brow beneath his mask, slowly tilting his head in the direction of Solas.
"Solas..."
Said the angori cooly in a low tone, directing his attention toward him. "I am troubled, my friend. Its just been so long..." he began as he stood to his feet, towering above the esper. "Its been so long since I've killed anything... how can I be Jastrey's Vanquisher if I don't even vanquish? If there was anything in this world that I did more than anything else, its vanquish--even now I fear I am becoming a Talker, or a Sitter! It's driving me mad!"
Wreynn gratiously gives up the fiddle to Silver and follows Solas over to Nakigahara. He jabs Solas in the arm with his elbow and points to the firepit and a qucikly emptying table. "Well, if you need to kill something," Wreynn begins to chuckle, "why don't we go on a hunt? I'll grab Glimmer and we can track down something quite tasty. And when we find it, how about we let you smash its skull?"
Wreynn grins and walks away to pull Glimmer away from the festivities briefly to cheer up the giant Angori.
Solas looks up at the towering angori. "Do not be troubled your time will come. It seems we are always in the middle of some sort of battle." Solas almost looks past the Angori. "On some deeper level Orn is getting darker. And the battle will come again to Jastrey, that it will, master Angori. The vanquisher will get his chance to vanquish. Although I would advice not to be so eager in dealing out death in judgement." Solas's eyes shifted to Naki, he smiled warmly. "Although I'd much rather spend the day partying than worrying about fighting and death, wouldn't you?"
Solas cocks an eyebrow at the uordeq's suggestion. "I hadn't noticed we were running so low on food." he closes his eyes and nods in a sagely manner, "yes I suppose a hunt could be in order if that's what you need..."
Blisdon's grin wide grin denoted his deep love of life as he took her hand and swept her off to the music, spinning and moving to the beat of the music with the warlock close. "The impossible seems to happen here in Jastrey. Where everywhere else it may be a bad tavern joke, It's reality here. "
Blisdon continued to dance jovially with the uordeq, Basking in the moment of pure bliss and peace in Jastrey for what might be the last time. "Only time will tell what other grim discoveries lurk just over the horizon. But I must say... this moment has been one I'll save for when such dark and stomy nights are upon us. Perhaps it will serve as a lighthouse to guide the way."
With a cordial nod and an appreciative smirk, Blisdon pulled himself away from the uordeq and retreated back into the crowd of people, helping himself to what seemed to be a fresh and steaming cup of tea, abandoned by another partygoer.
Katri blinked as she was robbed of a dance partner once again, this time by Wreynn. Her gaze followed him as he plucked Glimmer away, and, for the first time, noticed Nakigahara. A small crowd beginning to grow around the irritated looking vanquisher.
She strolled over, and not having heard his words to Solas, asked, "What's wrong Naki?"
Silver strolled back to the party with a light step. The air was crisp and the music could use a pick me up. She came out of the woods and sang a jovial drinking tune again.
"We'll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
And kiss the girls so they'll not cry,
And toss the dice until we fly,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll dance all night until the moon runs free,
And dandle the lasses upon our knee,
And then you'll ride along with me,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll sing all night, and drink all day,
And on the girls we'll spend our pay,
And when it's gone, then we'll away,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
There's some delight in ale and wine,
And some in girls with ankles fine,
But my delight, yes, always mine,
Is to dance with Jak o' the Shadows. "
She sang loudly and as cheerfully as she could, dancing through the partygoers.
In the corner a cloud of black smoke appears. A midst the the dark plumes stands Barthandelus. his face covered by a long black hood, the only thing exposed is his cursed left hand. As he slowly walks out of the darkness and the smoke dissipates, he glances left and right to see who all he has blessed with his presence. He then spots Valez, who seems to be in deep thought writing something of importance. He then walks over to Valez and sit next to him. "Quite the event" he says to valez.
Valez looked up from his notes to see his old friend appear. "Hello Barthandelus. It is. Reminds me of the celebrations back at home when the seasons would change." Valez begins to fold his papers and put them away. "Please sit down friend. I expect Cheza will be gracing us any time now."
Blisdon seemed to have made his way over to Valez and his company with a slightly stumbling stride, "'Allo friends!" He calls out joyfully as he throws a banana he seemed to have found between one hand and the other "Eat! Drink! Be merry! For spring is here and the icy daggers of winter are gone once more!"
Valez shook his head. "No dear Blisdon the icy daggers were more comfort to me than the sun's fiery gaze. I am not that much pleased with the coming of spring. But I wil raise a toast to you master Blisdon and pray that you are always this joyful." Valez grins and takes his cup tipping it towards Blisdon before taking a drink.
The smirk that Akon gave him caused Jael to again reflect one of his own. Her chuckle brought him great joy, to go from the events of the past few days to this was a drastic change. He watched her dance away with Blisdon unable to wipe the smile from his face.
Jael gave a laugh at Silver's comment, "It looks like you do have this dance to yourself now. I am more than happy to continue to entertain with my master dancing abilities." The two of them danced for a while though eventually the party continued on elsewhere, "We will have to dance again later, perhaps when I am sober! Then maybe my footwork will be better. You enjoy yourself Silver, it was great to meet you."
With that they parted ways, and Jael finally spotted Valez. Upon arriving at the table he managed to catch the end of what he was saying, "Indeed, a toast to the joy of all~"
He raised his jug and with a few glugs dropped the total ale content of the jug to just below half. "Valez, my Grand Knight Pillar. How are you this fine day?" He gave a nod to Blisdon as well.
Valez nodded. "I am weary I believe. I think the weeks troubles are making me an old elf already." Valez pulls up a chair and motions Jael to sit. "I believe Cheza will be joining us later as well. I fear it has been too long since I've seen her." Valez smiles to himself.
Nakigahara nods, agreeing with Solas that soon enough there will be need to fight again, and when that time came, the Vanquisher would be ready to lead the charge into combat. But on his second point the Angori did not agree with.
"There is nothing more I would rather do than spend the day locked in mental combat!"
Naki perks up at Wreynn's suggestion. "Now that... that could be fun! It would really get the blood flowing, litterally!"
Jael chuckled as Valez became so serious, "Lighten up you old elf. Today is a day of drinking and fun. If you do not wake up with a killer head ache in the morning you are doing it wrong, or you are a dwarf. Well it will be nice to see Cheza, perhaps she will be up for a dance. Don't worry I will let you have the first one."
He smiled at Valez. Setting his jug down onto the table, the chair creaked as he fell backwards into it, "I am sure some dancing will bring your spirits up Valez."
Silver finished her song and found herself by a group that had formed around a towering Angori. She smiled as she saw him lighten, and swept in with a flutter of black and silver cloth. "Solas! Surley you will be able to grace me with another dance. Come! The night is young, and so are we!" Silver let out a giggle as she caught Solas off guard, sliding her arm under his and guiding him to the dancing.
"I was never the one to join in the festivities of my own people. I hardly think I would join in this, but I appreciate the encouragement none the less." Valez pulls out a sword and sets it on the table, the blue jewel reflecting th dancing fire around. "I prefer to clean my blade."
An ixifar, Cheza, opens the door, her feet following the music she heard from her tent. Her red plumes bounced about gracefully as she tip toed across the dance floor to fall lightly on a chair next to Barthandelus. "Good evening gentlemen." Her eyes catch the damp black cloth around Valez's wrists and she frowns. "Valez?" She points at his wrists, but doesnt wait to a response instead she touches it and healing power springs from her hand and dances across his hand. "Please be more carefull Valez. I'd prefer to not lose my anchors. You would have me be a leaf in the wind again." She shook her head and turns to Barthandelus. "are you going to drink tonight? And what do you think of the festival?"
Something told Katri someone had mentioned a hunt or a fight to Naki, from the way he perked up and from his comment. Seeing that she and her question had gone unnoticed, she slipped away back to the main area of the party. She took up her mug and refilled it with ale, before sitting down and tapping her foot in rhythm with the music. She watched as Solas joined the Drakna woman in a dance and as a female Ixifar she didn't recognize moved across the festivites to Valez and another male she didn't recognize. It certainly seemed that a good many new spanners had come to Jastrey since she had taken to traveling and solitude.
Akon seemed at relative ease, a soft smile left on her lips as her thoughts lingered on the last words of the shaman before their dance had parted. She wandered back to the tables, where the procured her own bottle of wine and sat among the towns folk, not looking at anyone in particular as she poured herself a glass of red into her chalice.
Akon's form was then seen as if it had always been there, leaning, watching, against a tree. It would be hard to determine quite when the Uordeq had arrived, or if she had always been there, as no sound had been heard of her arrival. She chuckled to herself, a smirk across her lips as she eyes the merriment. She then lifts herself off her casual leaning pose against a tree at the edge of the party and steps forward to join the crowd. The dark clad woman was at this moment free of her usual armorments. Her blackblade not seen at her side. No weapons were upon the woman. She did not wear the long dark robes she so often did, but instead wore humble tailorings of black leather pants and a simple, yet finely crafted sleveless vest.
With her hair half pulled back, and no hood about her shoulders, the woman stalked amongst the crowd, watching the interactions quietly, making her way to the caskets of ale.