Princess Loril Mercer // 17 years // Female // Homosexual // Origins: Knosihs Firelands // Form: Human
Tags: -- // Location: Palace Ballroom
Tags: -- // Location: Palace Ballroom
- She came sweeping into the ballroom in flurry of contained movement. Clearly late in all regards, but decked in her finest none the less. Amber colored gems and various metal rings of gold tied her hair in places, holding braids in place and artfully leaving some places to let her natural curls play.
Loril wore a black and crimson dress with detailed embroidery done in the same colors along the bodice of the dress. It held tightly to her form, and the skirts themselves were rested close - upon her request, as courtly and poofy petticoats... Didn't last long when Loril finds them.
Her pale gold eyes scanned the crowd of people and instantly fell upon her brother, a familiar face in the sea of strangers. And she made a point to catch his eye and give a polite smile to him and those gathered near him, inclining her head before seamlessly integrating into the line for food. While there she chatted carefully with those around her, making polite conversation and introducing herself.
Wren Syntek // 22 years // Male // Demisexual // Origins: Drumfolk Valley // Form: Human
Tags: -- // Location: His land
Tags: -- // Location: His land
- The soft click of a loom was music to Wren’s ears. Gently he maneuvered the threads, placing a color here and another there, but it was a slow process to create a tapestry and Wren was fine with that process. More than fine, actually. He was proud of his work, and hummed softly in contentment at the progress he’d already made that week.
Varis Kohaku // 19 years // Male // Homosexual // Origins: Naigori Wilds // Form: Human
Tags: Jonny Rann // Location: Naigori Wilds Palace
Tags: Jonny Rann // Location: Naigori Wilds Palace
- Smoothing the last of today's preparations, Varis sighed softly in satifaction and nodded to himself.
"Hopefully our Lord and Lady will be pleased when they arrive home..." He murmured before brushing his hands off almost methodically. From the lapels of his coat he produces a pocket watch, eyeing the time critically before seeming to think of something else and close it with finality, tucking it away. Varis then hurried to his room, taking his travel cloak and a small amount of coins to purchase some nessisary items for the pantry.
Taking a shortcut from the inner Palace to the ramparts, he made his rounds to visit several of the Guard on his way to the central gates. In no time at all he was at the palace gates, and lifted a hand in greeting to Jonny.
"Good afternoon Mr. Rann." He smiles politely, his violet eyes bright.