Prospernalia's End Feast - Day 5 - OPEN!

She enjoyed the slow pace of the new song, leaning into him as they moved slowly about the dance floor.

"Monster Hunter Eh? I know wild griffins cause problems, and we don't bother to train wild adults, too much hassle. We have to raise them that way or they are too set in their ways. You ever consider trying to catch them instead of killing them?"

"Mm, this may be something of a loss-lead for you," Ganymede said to Empress Naoki, looking out over the people just as the High Lady Did before turning her dark-eyed attention back onto the ruler of Isra. "But I think that once a reputation for joy has been established for Isra, you'll find a boost in your commerce and immigration to make up for my parties." Her head tipped, wine-hued hair ripplig. "And you'll get all the coin you desire."

Just then, the sweet voice of Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan came in and Gany turned a smile onto the dwarf. "Interrupt us? Never, Bella, darling," Ganymede said with a smile. "I saw your kiss earlier -- and I'm heart broken. I tried to make Kelly mine, but her heart was set on you," the nymph said playfully of @banditkelly, giving the dwarf a wink. "I can understand why. Please! Stay, sit, speak with your Ruler." She had caught a small confrontation by Kelmaer Iridien from the corner of her eye, and was already coming to stand, the gold of her snug skirt trailing over her legs. "Enjoy the Prospernalia for as little left of it as we have."

She wanted to talk with High Lady Naoki about other things, but it seemed the woman was rarely alone. Made sense. Ganymede herself was usually in the company of someone as well. She'd have to schedule some boring meeting to capture Naoki's attention, the nymph was sure.

With a confident and lush stride to her step, she made her way to the gold-masked man, her own gold skirt of her gown rippling as she walked, real flowers, small and bright, covering her torso and breasts, butterflies fluttering around her shoulders. She was a nymph, after all, and that ethereal pull was all about her. Her dark eyes were settled on the horned, wealthy newcomer and she reached out to let her fingertips tease down his forearm of where he sat.

"Care to dance with me?" she asked Kelmaer Iridien, aware that once he was out of his seat, he would lose it to the man he'd usurped it from.

She watched him, Knight-Captain Calgary, and saw the shift in him from flirtatious rake to almost a commander and it made her opinion of him raise a bit from where it had dropped before. He asked her a lot of questions, and the straight-faced elf watched his face as he did so, trying to gain his measure. He was handsome, yes, and knew it. Arrogant with it. It seemed that he had a poor social character, but what of his martial skill?

"Yes, I do," she answered the first question, unaware that it had been rhetorical. "Yes, I have experience in fighting. Yes, I have experience in riding. No, I do not have experience with griffins." Straight forward, no nonsense, no games. "There are no griffins where I am from."

Genevieve had fretted over what she would wear for days once Ryden Greyiron had asked her to accompany him to Prospernalia's End Feast. She was beginning to suspect that he wasn't just interested in her company for business, and the thought alone made her heart skip a beat and put butterflies in her stomach like she was a girl of sixteen again. Quite simply, the enchantress did not receive attention like this, or if she did, it was done so subtly that the Gauldish noblewoman never picked up on it. 

Well, save for Rhean (Hope "Not an Assassin"), who had been very ardent. But she'd found him to be somewhat spontaneous and easy to speak. That is to say, she didn't actually believe that any of what that man had said had been true.

Ryden, however. He seemed so very... deliberate. In all things. So very sure of himself. A man of quiet countenance and will, and an innate sense of own's own self worth and self power that was attractive on all its own -- yet the Chancellor's good looks held an altogether different influence over the golden-haired seamstress.

In any case, her bedroom at her estate, Deuxcouers Hall, was covered in clothing as she tried to figure out what to wear. What statement to make? How should she appear? Ballgowns? No. They were meeting in a field for a festival, this wasn't a ballgown moment. How casual was this? Was Ryden making a statement by being seen with her? No, perhaps not. Perhaps?

She finally decided to settle on something that was comfortable to her, yet... young. For her, anyway. Perhaps it was bold. No, it was undoubtedly bold (again, for her), but she theorized that it wouldn't hurt to show a little skin when no doubt so many others would be as well.

She settled on a gown of silver, a shade to match the threading she used on Ryden's coat. It was made all of one material, monochromatic, and had a very high neckline. It was snug to her frame, outlined the curves of her breasts, the gracefulness of her arms, the tinyness of her waist, the flare of her hips, and dropped down to the ground. It even had a small train. Indeed, to look at her, there was absolutely no skin showing but her hands and her face -- for her golden hair was once again swept up (and has never before been seen down).

It was when she turned... oh. Oh, when she turned, the beauty of her back could be seen, the slender line of her spine, the quiet, toned musculature of her back, the graceful lines of her shoulder-blades were visible, all the way up to the back of her neck, that place where she was sensitive -- where a kiss might make her shiver.

  

It was a simple but divine gown, and the silver of it made her blue eyes even more sapphire on her face. Quiet, unobtrusive diamond studs were at her ears, needing no more jewelry given the subtly shimmering hue of her gown, and when she walked into the Prospernalia End's Feast with Ryden, she tried to keep herself calm.

She took a seat beside Ryden, and she smiled at Lady Cassandra Winter to see her there, sharing a few kind words with her. She also noticed that Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan and @banditkelly were also there, each in their own enchanted gowns, and that made Genevieve smile as well. She gave a small wave to Raoul Ferdinand and Elizabeth Finch, if they were to look her way, and reminded herself to check in with them tonight. Another nod to Empress Naoki and Kate Green, although it was a little more difficult for Genevieve to look at them. The last time she'd been in their company, Odette had still been alive.

But mostly, her attention was on Ryden. She spoke with him, laughed quietly with him, listened to him. Her quiet grace seemed to strongly compliment his quiet power -- or perhaps that was his enchanted clothing work its charm on her. 

They were sitting and speaking, and the music was playing, and the magic was heavy in the air. The lights glittered and gleamed over them all, the flowers blossomed with their sweet perfume, and once Genevieve had finished taking a sip of her wine, she turned to Ryden, her blue eyes on his.

"Ryden," she said to him, "Will you dance with me?"

Calgary nodded and waited for her to leave before switching gears. A tad dismayed to have lost the woman from before based on an assumption, he looked about him and noted Analiese getting steadily drunker. She was always up for a good time after a few drinks, and never got all clingy about it afterwards either. He needed a few more drinks before he could commit to spending his evening in such a way though.

She giggled at the spin, adding a dramatic flourish of her own as she she was swept low and back into his arms.

"Well, not just griffins, but all sorts of beasts and things. Such animals can be relocated, provided you have a mage at hand who can put them to sleep. That was not my point though, I have a ranch that, well, specializes in exotic creatures such as griffins. And, having just started, my stock is rather low."

She arrived.

Fairuz was dressed in a gown of Sakandi heritage and power, her black-as-sin hair loose down her back and her eyes lined with kohl. Her golden-tan skin gleamed through the gold and scarlet on her dress, an exotic vision with her Sakandi crown nestled into the dark strands. For a moment, she stood at the entry and just looked at those who were present, until her gaze finally landed on Empress Naoki.

Kelmaer had been too involved in eating and drinking to notice Ganymede's approach until he felt the finger trail down his arm. Curious as to who it belonged to, he followed the finger up along the limb until his eyes caught Ganymede, then he fully turned his head in order to better examine her and all of her assets.

He may have seen her gown, the flowers on her breast and the pretty face that went with them, but it was the unnatural pull she had that he noticed foremost and couldn't help  but focus on. "Ah, you do not feel to me like any others. You have a supernatural allure, an attention to the smallest detail of beauty and a way of moving that is almost divine. Are you perhaps some spirit, or a creature that one might find at a shrine in the woods?" Asked Kelmaer, slowly rising from the seat to show at least some modicum of respect.

"I will spare you a dance, if you might tell me your name?"

Those spoken words had a strange, near mystical quality of subversion to them. It was not just a question she could hear, it was a request she might feel abnormally urged to follow. 

"A Muse of Merry-Making?" Repeated Kelmaer, the end accompanied by an upward shift of tone that turned it also into a question.

"I don't think I've ever seen one of those before. What is it, exactly? Your name implies you like to enjoy yourself, but to what extent does that go? Are you utterly hedonistic? Do you focus on your own pleasure, or are you some sort of 'fairy' whose 'occupation' is to bring merriness to others like in a children's tale?" He asked, eventually raising his hand just high enough to touch Ganymede's waist as his eyes slowly trailed down her face.

"Never-the-less, I am Kelmaer Iridien. And what brings you to this place, Ganymede?"