The Land of Fraet (A medieval fantasy RP)

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His focused gaze had caught the man sneaking around, pocketing the few valuables left on some nobles table. He shrugged. This thief, while his actions apprehencable, were logical in their own right. Was he stealing to get by? Probably not, but long as he stayed away from him, all was good.

His familiar whispered to him again.
That woman with him Celoa..she gives me chills. I'd be cautious around her.
His features went serious and without warning, he pushed himself off the wall, gave a slight respectful nod to Achera and then disappeared into the crowd of dancers.
He knew he could hide better within the crowd than on the outskirts.

He kept an eye on the balconies and the rooms around the dancing hall. He was waiting for the main event...for the 4 leaders of the tribes to appear.
 
Bonnie stopped dancing and frowned. Staying in your room all day? Where would you get food for your imagination? That seemed no fun. The thought depressed her deeply, she thought she was going to faint! Yet the princess saved her. "I've had lessons but never a partner." Bonnie closed her eyes and brought her hands to her reddening cheeks, "What a dream!" She mused out loud, "To dance with a beautiful princess!" She then kneeled onto her knee and held out her hands as an offer
 
"Perhaps... Perhaps not. Perhaps I just like to see people squirm when they have to look into it. Or perhaps I have everything to hide and I'm only here against my better judgement."

Eric felt a shiver run down his spine as he caught her, out of the corner of his eye, inspecting him. 'If she was going to rat me out she would've done so by now,' he thought, his gaze returning to her unnerving mask.

"So tell me, did you come here only to pilfer from the nobles and royals with enough wealth to spread around?"

He frowned at her statement, "As I told you before, I have no idea what you are referring to. I am just having a look at how the other side lives." He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back deeply in his chair, feigning that he is at ease. "And you didn't really answer my question. You just talked riddles around it. I take it you're no noble?" He asked having noted the "the" in her sentence. He saw that she had a glass by now and reached for his own.
 
The Phainopepla

Amaerilda watched as the man's emotions flitted across his face like a moving portrait. "As I told you before, I have no idea what you are referring to. I am just having a look at how the other side lives. And you didn't really answer my question. You just talked riddles around it. I take it you're no noble?" She laughed quietly at his impudence. "I suppose in my own right, I am a sort of noble. At least I'm treated a bit like it where I come from." She watched him feign a sense of ease around her and take a drink from his own glass. Yes, she supposed even he was unnerved by her presence as most people were. "Misssstressss.." A gravelly voice hissed from around her neck. "Whhhy are we hereeee? Thissss placccce boressss me." "Be quiet Mist." The woman snapped at her wisp. "We're here because this man interests me." The woman raised her eyebrow in a mischievous grin at the man. "You still have yet to tell me your name, you know. Terrible manners really, tsk tsk."
 
Achera was nervous at the mans request, she hadnt danced before and wasnt sure if she could pull it off. As she was about to respond to him he gave her a nod then disappeared into the crowd, frowning she looks around wondering why he left so suddenly. Seeing what seemed to be a handsome but frightened man hiding in a corner away from most the people she tilts her head slightly curious of why he was here. Hoping she may be able to comfort him she walks over to him slowly approaching him she smiles softly "Hello, you seem confused is there something wrong? I dont mean to pry I was just hoping to help" her voice is soft and friendly.
 
A little gasp escaped from Annina's lips, "Oh, my." She couldn't help but ogle at the wisp slithering on his shoulder. Although she knew amulets and wisps were common place, seeing ones in person always aroused her. Then again, nearly everything can liven her up. "A doctor that can sense venom, eh? Wow! You'll be a quite handy friend," she blurted out loud.

Her fingers found themselves on the amulet suddenly warm on her chest. Pravda detested other wisps and was now seething inside her home. "My wisp allows me to wriggle the truth out of people," she shared. "Which makes being a detective fairly easy. Pravda can't get out of her amulet unlike most wisps. Only I can hear her, too. This makes her angry sometimes, like right now."

"No, I'm n-not," Pravda interjected. "And I don't get angry!"

Annina simply grinned and ignored her wisp. "What do you call it?" she pointed at the man's wisp. "Does it have a name? ...I'm getting hungry." If Pravda had actual eyes, she'd have rolled them by now.​
 
'A noble who hides behind a mask,' he mused and considered the Princess who was so quickly called attention to. 'It wouldn't be that strange of an idea. A noble who talked to him like this was the strange part.' He wasn't quite sure what to make of this woman.

"You still have yet to tell me your name, you know. Terrible manners really, tsk tsk."

He considered using a false name for a moment. It would be safer, but he could take a gander at her reaction to such an obvious lie. He had seen her arguing with herself, or more correctly her wisp. A sight that wasn't really that uncommon, considering the creatures usually had a mind, or at least personality of their own. 'Ryuu on the other hand, almost never talks to me,' he grimaced at the thought, trying to hide it as a smile.

"Accusations aren't really good manners either, or is that untrue? As far as I know people usually introduce themselves before asking who they are speaking to." He tapped the side of his empty glass with a finger, watching her unabashedly. 'I see no harm in it though. I am Eric. Eric Knucker. And you are?"
 
"Hello, you seem confused is there something wrong? I dont mean to pry I was just hoping to help"

Surprised, Luran quickly turned and backed slightly away from the women. How had she managed to get so close without him realizing it? It must've been because there were just too many scents and sounds here that he didn't understand. As he was about to threaten her to stay away he examined her. She had an athletic build, one that spoke of experience in combat. She was no simple prey, she was a hunter. He realized something else as well, his instincts told him to trust her.

"...I.." Slowly, nervously he relaxed his body "I have... never... so many... people... and noise... it's confusing.. scary" he finished with a sheepish red-tinged face.
He knew one thing about her though, she seemed a little wild, a little feral, and it reminded him of home.
 
Achera stayed still giving the man his space she didnt want to frighten or confuse him more. She smiles and nods at his words understandingly "Yes I know the feeling....This is the first Ball I have been to as well. Um my name is Achera". She holds out her hand for him to shake her voice a little shy but her eyes warm. She felt something...Feral about this man, it seemed like he should be out in the wilds rather than a fancy ball. Though the same could be said for her, her pendant felt warm against her chest and she hears her familiar - Fiara in her head. "Careful I sense something in him....He smells of wolf" She ignores Fiara.
 
Luran stares blankly at her outstretched hand for a moment. He had seen others clasp hands earlier and realizes he should probably grab her hand. He slowly reaches out and clasps her hand. Unsure of what to do next he gives her a small smile.

"umm... I am... Luran" awkwardly he continues to hold onto her hand.

He was experiencing something he had never thought he would have, human contact and even kindness. It was so different from the way he had lived. He could barely control his building excitement.
 
Achera notices his unfamiliarity with shaking hands smiling more as he keeps holding hers, his was big and strong where hers was small but still strong. "Luran...I like it its very unique. Nice to meet you Luran, were you invited as well?" Even though her instincts told her he was dangerous she was beginning to like this man, he was very...Different from most.
 
He couldn't help but chuckle at his new friend, she seemed to be easily distracted. He could only imagine how in the world she solved mysteries with this short of an attention span. "His name is Ejo and I'm sure your wisp is just as interesting as you are. Although I can't seem to find any food either, maybe we could use a detective, like yourself, to find something to eat." He couldn't help but play with the twin headed snake, it had a soothing effect on him, he felt like he could do just about anything
 
The Phainopepla

"Accusations aren't really good manners either, or is that untrue? As far as I know people usually introduce themselves before asking who they are speaking to." Amaerilda could see him watching her. She smiled. 'I see no harm in it though. I am Eric. Eric Knucker. And you are?" The woman nodded her head. "Eric is a fine name. As for me.... Well.... most people know me by a nickname of sorts, which for the same reason as I'm wearing a mask, I cannot tell you what it is. So.... I suppose..." She regarded him. She didn't quite know why but she was about to do something she'd never done before. "I shall give you my real name. I am Amaerilda." She nodded deeply at him. Her small fingers trailed along her own collarbone as she thought for a moment. No one knew her real name, not even Mist. Yet somehow she didn't regret telling him that much. After all it was only a first name. And it wasn't what she went by. Other than her pride, nothing was on the line by telling him this one simple truth, yet her instincts recoiled at her actions. Had she gone daft? Perhaps. She smiled mischievously at the idea. Who was she kidding? She'd always been daft.

Arabella

The princess watched the small girl as she clasped her hands to her cheeks. "What a dream! To dance with a beautiful princess!" The girl kneeled down in front of her, holding her palms face up towards the princess. Arabella's eyes widened. In truth, she was a terrible dancer. She had two left feet. Feigning a laugh she thought quickly. "As much as I would love to dance with you my dear, It'd be terribly rude to leave this kind sir just standing here all alone." She gestured to Aston standing by her. She knew it was kind of a lame excuse and not terribly polite to use him as a scapegoat either, but she could think of nothing else. She smiled at the girl though, to let her know she was touched by her offer.
 
"Right," Annina answered her escort. The excitement of the banquet made her forget her appetite on her long travel to Linlake Castle. But now that she was here, her six-hour coach ride was catching up to her and clawing inside her belly. Once again, she scanned the room— this time with purpose. Earlier, she had seen someone who looked familiar but she was unable to place her.

There, called Pravda. The princess. And Annina smiled uncertainly to see Princess Arabella in the midst of the crowd. The people of Facilya had mixed feelings about the princess. Some would exalt her as high as her father, the King. But some, especially most nobles and others close to the crown, would think her a powerless daughter of a king who wished nothing more for his princess than to disappear. As for Annina, she thought the princess was a lonely woman who had too little time to enjoy what the outside castle had to offer.

I wonder... But before Annina could hesitate further, her belly betrayed an awful growl to which Pravda laughed. Annina grinned apologetically at her escort. His name's Marciello, Pravda finally admitted in between fits of giggles. "Come, Doctor Marciello! I see the Princess of Facilya right over there. Maybe she can have servants provide us something to eat. And tell us all about what this mysterious banquet is for." She tugged at Marciello's arm before pointing at a finely dressed petite several feet away.​
 
His plan was a complete success. He had become one with the crowd, effectively blending in and being able to slip wherever he wanted almost completely unnoticed. He had heard a few interesting things. A couple of mysterious people at a table..he caught one of their names. Well, at least part of it. Erilda...the last part of the name most likely. The man didn't dress like a noble, but not like a commoner really either. It intrigued him greatly.

He also heard loads of people talking about the princess and was even able to get a quick look at her before being swallowed by the crowd. He needed to get out of the crowd and get a better vantage of people. He wanted to see more of the palace and what, exactly, the four leaders were up to.

"Celoa, you sure that's a wise idea? What if the royal guard pick a fight with you?" He nodded and slipped out of the crowd, spying a passing servant that held a tray of rolls and little snacks. He ushered him over to a nearby table. "Please leave that here sir. I'm very hungry." The servant seemed to scoff as if disgusted and left the tray, presumably returning to the kitchen.
"Yea, you're right. Better to sit and wait..much as i hate that sometimes." He grabbed a roll and bit into it, the soft bread practically melting in his mouth.
 
"Luran...I like it its very unique. Nice to meet you Luran, were you invited as well?"

"Invited?.. Well I was.. brought here by some men wearing... shiny metal clothes.. I'm still not quite sure how I got here" Luran responded with a smile on his face. Still holding her hand he was enjoying the contact with another person but had begun to feel awkward keeping his arm outstretched. "Umm.... I'm sorry but... I'm not sure what to do after this..." Blushing slightly in embarrassment he glanced down at his hand and then back to Achera.
 
Achera cant help but giggle softly at his description of the guards armor and his embarrassment of not knowing what to do with her hand, it was very cute almost adorable.

"Ah so the guards guided you here. There "shiny metal clothes" that is called armor its to protect them from attacks at least most attacks. I like your description better though its much more intriguing".

Her voice is friendly and teasing but not in a mean way, she gently lets go of his hand and pulls hers back. "After you clasp hands and shake them slightly you let go. Its a way of greeting I suppose though a formal one. Where are you from Luran?" Her eyes were curious and bright.
 
Eric felt his ears warm at what he supposed was a compliment. He had never considered his name as being "fine". He felt it was fairly common in fact, having known two other people by the same name in a market of Facilya he frequented. One being a merchant and the other a laborer. He shook his head to rid his mind of thoughts.

He had to other things to fill his thoughts. 'She was known by a nickname that she couldn't tell. So she was hiding. Was she even invited?' he wondered. 'Amaerilda is quite a unique name though.' She seemed a bit conflicted at sharing her name he noticed, as if a name had some kind of hold over someone.

He moved his chair outward and moved to the edge of the seat, a fleeting thought crossing his mind. "I might not be perfect, but I did have a few lessons a couple of years back," he held out a hand, palm outward. "Would you care, Amaerilda?"
 
"I came.. from the woods" Luran said softly, withdrawing his hand as well "They.. are the only home I've ever known"

He wished he could be back in the comfort of the tree's and wildlife. Not because it was less dangerous, if anything in all his years living there he had probably seen and experienced the brutality of nature few humans ever come to know. It had been a life where one mistake could cost you your life. A place where life and death had been constantly in a struggle, both vying for control. Yet as terrifying as it could be it was also home, and it's beauty rivaled it's darkness. The giant tree's, the morning sun giving light and life, the soothing sounds of the wind and the forest. He felt an ache in his heart to just run back now and escape this place. However, seeing the kindness in her eyes he thought maybe this was his chance, and if he ran here he may never get another.

"Ummm.. Achera... right?" it was his first time calling someone else by their name and for some reason it was extremely embarrassing "What about you? Are you from here or... somewhere else?"
 
The Phainopepla

She watched, amused, as several emotions flitted across Eric's face. From embarrassed to confused to determined. He pushed his chair back, drawing himself up to the edge of his seat. "I might not be perfect, but I did have a few lessons a couple of years back, Would you care, Amaerilda?" He held his hand out toward her. She hesitated slightly. No one had ever so much as had a conversation with her, let alone offer to dance with her. She thought for a minute, finally deciding there was no harm in it. She placed her smaller hand in his. "I suppose I could grace you with my presence on the dance floor this one time." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "However don't get used to it." She smiled slightly. She knew the minute she stepped out there to dance, everyone would probably stare. She was the only one wearing all black with a mask, after all. But she was used to the sideways glances and hushed conversations surrounding her mere existence on this planet. She shook these thoughts out of her head, deciding not to care. It's not like she wouldn't have the power to kill everyone in here if she wanted to anyway.
 
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