It's a Party, People! (Open!!!!)

[Krysanthe]

Relax Krys. Its alright. You’re okay. Really. Okay, you have to turn away from the gift table now. Just turn. Its okay. Krysanthe thought a few encouraging words to herself as she tore her eyes away from the gift table that was now scattered with many presents of all shapes and sizes. She didn’t do well with crowds, and this party made her feel incredibly claustrophobic. She regretted ever coming. Making her way over to the buffet-style table, she picked up a plate. She was somewhat amazed by the vast array of food. She had never seen so much food in such a variety at one place at one time. In fact, she was uncertain if she had seen this much food at all. It blew her mind, and she convinced herself that she was dreaming for a moment, but the smell was all too real. It almost made her feel faint. Reaching for a bit of meat, she realized that it must have made someone feel the same way, for not five feet away, a girl collapsed. Krysanthe set down her plate and joined the crowd that surrounded her. Krys had never met Alstroemeria, but that did not change her level of concern when she watched the girl clean up the bit of blood that had appeared after her fall. The cheit wondered where she had cut herself, wondered if she was in pain, wondered why she fell, wondered if she was okay, but she couldn’t ask, for just like that, the girl stuttered an apology and disappeared from the crowd. Giving a glare to a few of the surrounding people who didn’t appear to care in the slightest, Krysanthe kept her eye on the direction where the woman disappeared from. She found that her appetite decreased greatly, and she looked at her empty plate, then to the piece of meat she was reaching for before the woman fainted. She chose not to pick it up, and instead went for a lovely green vegetable. She took a few bites, and not but a moment later, the girl reappeared. Krysanthe got very aggravated at how many people turned to stare at her, like she was some sort of freak. So the woman had fainted, so what? Feeling oddly protective as the girl stood there, Krys made her way to the woman’s side. Helping her to a table, she tried to be gentle. She was not exactly a social butterfly, and to actually help someone willingly… Well, it made her feel like the pressure of this party was getting to her, forcing her to act out of her norm. She always had a taste for the different, and it seemed that this girl was anything but normal. It was the average people that bothered her, the people who acted like they were supposed to, the people that had stood there around Alstroemeria and stared, acting like they cared, when in reality their looks meant nothing and their words even less. Getting the girl a glass of water, Krys sat across from her, and couldn’t help but stare as the water seemed to give life back to her. She must have been incredibly dehydrated. Mentally slapping herself when the woman caught her staring, Krysanthe did not interject. She tried to offer a smile to the stuttering woman, but it wasn’t very natural. Krys was not used to talking to other Inarta, and she certainly had no talent in comforting someone, but still she tried her best. “Hey, it’s okay. No trouble… Yeah… Flashbacks? That’s not your fault… I mean, you don’t need to be sorry…” Okay, that was akward. After a moment, which for Krysanthe felt like a lifetime, Krys spoke, fidgeting with a bit of her bryda, grabbing a bit of the pants in her hands. “I’m… I mean, my name is Krysanthe. You can call me Krys… if you want…” Wishing she could ease this situation, Krysanthe offered another smile, and although this one was more believeable, it still lacked something, something very important. Happiness.

[Aidara]

Of course she had known Sai was coming. She always knew where he twin was, though more often than not that awareness was just a dim flicker in the background of her mind; the twins were so used to keeping tabs on each other that they didn't even consciously acknowledge it anymore. "Sai, you look lovely today. I'm so glad you could make it." The overly-formal tone was paired with a deep laughter twinkling in the woman's eye. The hinted laughter bubbled forth from her lips when he sister replied with a tight, twirly hug. She was right, there wasn't anymore to be said. She, Sai and Sira had discussed, re-discussed and discussed some more the whole situation; it was positively played out. Aware of the pile of presents that was climbing ever higher on the gift table, Addy felt even more justified in her decision to include all in the festivities; if she was going to get gifts, so was everyone else. Generosity is to be met with generosity. The healer was still surveying the scene and the new arrivals when Sai plucked her from her perch and drew her into the crowd. Restraining a sigh, knowing that she would have to socialize eventually, Addy followed without a complaint while trying to ignore the fatigue of body and mind that only someone whose thrown a huge party could sympathize with. Rista was introduced and Addy had a smile on her lips before Sai finished her explanation. The smile was reduced and her dark red head was instead inclined in a gentle nod. "Nice to meet you Rista. I hope you're enjoying yourself." Over their connection, Addy sent Sai an inquisitve flare of emotion: Black eyes? She had never seen such a thing before! Socially adept enough to know not to stare, Addy instead diverted her eyes to the food Rista had been munching. "Are those worth trying? I haven't bothered with any of the food yet. So much planning ruins an appetite." Another smile, and Addy glanced back at Sai, apprehensive. How was she supposed to not be too nice? Slap her while she spoke to her or something? But Eoin had arrived with the dessert and Sai was gone in a flash, her nose practically attached to the side of the cake. Staying with Rista, Addy lifted a hand and produced a smile as she flagged Eoin over. Maybe someone in a lower caste would make Rista feel a bit more comfortable. "You arrived just in time!" She trilled as the man made his way nearer and when Sai had reappeared. "We're going to do presents and games really soon!" The grin that dimpled Addy's face now was particularly infectious; it was clear that this was the part of the party she was looking forward too. OOCJust incase people joined after I sent out the mass PM: There is no posting order! Post according to your own PC's conversations etc until otherwise noted

[Alstroemeria]

Her eyes beamed at the woman, apprehending that she was talking to her. For no apparent reason her whole figure just began to ease. "Dearly sorry for my random outburst Ms. Krysanthe. I haven't formally introduced myself, making myself rather rude... No? Anyways, I'm Alstroemeria. But people call me Alstro." She smiled, keeping her anatomy to herself. One thing that agitated her a lot was touching, she couldn't help but resist the likes of others. "Your actually someone who cares about the well-being of others. That's something most people lack here... Or at least I'm just not familiar with most people here, aye?" She cackled at what she had spoken. Of course she spoke freely about anything, lying was out of the sort. "So, Krys. If I may call you that, you seem like you never wanted to come to this gathering. I don't want to invade your business, but why bother coming if you can't stand crowds?" Her questions seemed rather blunt, but she couldn't help what didn't have. She lacked of happiness, but she tried to lay out the mood in the best way she could. Her eyes fixated on another girl, who was sitting on a table by herself. She had ginger hair, and wore something that one of her best friends had. Could that be Sian?... I haven't seen her in ages, since the fight... Her gaze fixated back on Krysanthe, giving her a small smile. "Anyways... Would you like to get something to eat? I'm rather famished and I just need to relax for once." She told her calmly. Despite the fact it was true, she wasn't exactly exposed to much people. She hid in the depths of her own room, and that's how it stayed. Sian never liked making contact ever since the big moment, she had with the strange man. She decided to take that memory aside and try and have some fun at this party. There was no need to bring up more drama than what was there. This baby shower was for the couple and the baby, it was all about happiness. No?

[Rista]

Rista had hesitated a bit when she finally spotted the Endal only to find her in conversation with the beaming hostess of the party, but after the wave to come closer she swallowed down the nervous butterflies in her belly and joined in with the two sisters. The girl had to make sure several times that she didn't have any crumbs or cream stuck to her face and fingers; by the gods, how shabby she felt next to the dazzling women! Never before had she been so immediately aware of her short stature and dark skin, she stood out like a crow next to a pair of golden eagles. "Nice to meet you too. I.. I don't know a lot of persons here, but I'm trying." Her smile as she met the eyes of Aidara felt clumsy and awkward in comparison to the warmth the other radiated, and silently the girl cursed Sairque for dragging her along. What could she possibly have to say that would interest this woman? Rista wasn't eloquent, and neither was she good at socializing. What were they to talk about?

It was hard to tell if the question about the food saved her or not. The yasi blushed a bit and stuttered as she tried to reply, her shoulders tensing slightly; she remember having started before the go-ahead, and still wasn't sure whether that invitation for all to join in actually meant her as well.
"Y-yes, they were.. I mean they are good. Delicious, actually, I've never tasted anything as good.." She felt like biting her tongue, and almost did it too when Sai suddenly swirled and disappeared off. Rista stared after her with almost vivid desperation, wanting to follow as she had been told but without knowing whether it was okay to just leave the other person standing there. The short girl blinked, her gaze drifting helplessly back and forth between Aidara and the disappearing back of the flight leader, wishing that she was able to divide herself in two. This wasn't fair..

The sight of Eoin leaving the food tables and move through the crowd felt like a gift from above, and a relieved smile spread over the face of the little mongrel as she noticed him, hoping that he would indeed come over and talk to them. The tall man was like a solid rock of calm amidst all the strange faces, and gave Rista a sense of well needed security. He was familiar, they had spoken before and she could that he wouldn't sudden change temper out of the blue. Aidara seemed friendly and happy enough, but being the sister of Sairque mean that she could be capable of anything.

The words of the other woman served as a sudden and rather unwelcome reminder for the yasi. She hadn't actually brought a gift. Immediately this fact felt horribly thoughtless of her, even though she originally had heard that she simply would be serving and not truly participating in this event. The girl swallowed and let her eyes stray across the crowd, desperately trying to come up with something that could save her. She could, she could... make something later? No, that seemed petty and unsatisfying and she almost wanted to frown at her own thought, though managed to keep her faintly smiling expression from changing. Something that was special and that would suit this generous pair, something that was good and solid and wouldn't break... A promise? That sounded better, but Rista still felt that she had to think about it for a while longer. A lasting promise, something that only she could do... It would be special, once she figured out the finer details about it.

Her thoughts partially occupied by the inner search Rista listened with half an ear to the conversation around her, ready to jump in whenever and if ever her name would show up. She'd gladly be left out however, she was happy enough with simply listening to the others without having to be dragged in herself.

[Taln]

He'd fully expected to be ignored as was the usual case when he was lucky enough to clean the Aeries, but the Wind Eagle spoke in his head again! Taln immediately took the refused food away, feeling incredibly stupid for his impudence to even approach the magnificent creature, much less bring him something touched by a Dek. So much for the dumb idea of trying to give a gift. The party goers could all afford to buy presents or just have things laying around to give, but he had nothing. His face turned crimson as he backed away and swiftly turned around. There were far too many people, so much noise and too much going on for his taste. The six foot man stood out like a too tall freak beacon and he tried to work his way to the far corner in the back. If he could sit down, then maybe he could just eat in some semblance of peace. Well, as much 'peace' as someone could get at such a big party. From his vantage point, he could see the three people that he knew and only two of them that might not be offended by his presence. Best not to risk it at this point. With both hands full, navigating the crowd wasn't easy, but he finally made it to what he deemed a 'safe enough' corner of the fence. Taln sank to the ground with the ease of long practice, more comfortable where most wouldn't notice him. Now he had two platefuls to eat! Since he felt so anonymous in the large gathering, he tucked the hair back behind his ears, taking away his only defense mechanism between him and the harsh society. It didn't take him long to finish eating the first plate and it sated the worst of his hunger. His emerald gaze wandered through the people, looking again for Sarye and Drusilla. Without thinking about it, he'd eaten the entire meat mounded second plate of food. He leaned back against the fence, grateful for the trimmed bush that covered half of him from the others at the party. When he saw Rista talking with the Endals, his glance skittered away like a frightened animal looking for somewhere to hide. The vivid green eyes caught and held onto the only two people here that didn't cringe at the sight of him; Sarye and Drusilla. They were only a table apart from each other and it let him watch without interfering. When a strange man entered the party with a huge dessert, he saw each and every single woman's head turn to watch him. He seemed to have some kind of magnet to draw their eyes and the Dek was positive there wasn't a woman there who didn't want Eoin near her. He wondered if the guy would stay so he and the handful of other Dek weren't the only men stuck at a baby party. Taln sat quietly with the plates in his lap and wondered how much longer the party would be. 'Wow those girls really like that dessert guy.' "Oh hells, did she say games?!" He muttered to himself, and untucked the wild mess of coppery hair to shield his eyes again. The large man set the plates down on the ground next to him and drew up his knees, hoping the brush would cover him more. There were way too many bad memories of Endals wanting to play games and it had never ended well.

[Eoin]

oocTaln’s thoughts are hilarious.

As Eoin turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of an Endal calling a Yasi to her as she stared down the cake he had just placed on the table. He took a moment to realize it was Sairque, her appearance similarly pleasant but her composure strikingly different from her sister’s. A ghost of a smile surfaced, growing less transparent the longer he watched the woman stalk toward the cake, pleased that at the very least, the dessert’s appearance was appetizing enough to warrant such a reaction. Eventually, his eyes drifted toward the perches in search for her companion, Catabasis. The Wind Eagle looked as majestic as ever, his eyes penetrating as he oversaw the party’s proceedings. He paused in his retreat, taking a moment to soak in the creature’s appearance as awe crept into his gaze. No matter how many times he sees them, the man never did lose that almost child-like look of admiration upon setting sight on the beings that care for and protect Wind Reach from harm. In the end, he shook off the wonder for reality, remembering the kitchens where he was needed. As he turned, his eyes naturally landed on a large arm and leg peeping from behind a bush just ahead of him. Was it an embarrassed party-goer or drudge he did not know, but the man did give the exposed limbs a second look before catching a familiar face waving him over, or rather, two familiar faces. Confused by their presence together, Eoin navigated his way over to an excited Aidara and a somewhat uncomfortable Rista beside her. Somehow, by the time he made his way carefully through the throngs of people, Sairque had already returned with multiple slices of cake that the accompanying Yasi carried. He took a casual glance over when she tasted the first fork of cake, as he was always curious of what others thought of his cooking. Before seeing the woman’s expression for himself, Aidara greeted him with a pleasant welcome, her tone infectious and brimming with anticipation. He returned a reserved smile that came slowly but easily, for even he was susceptible to the Endal’s influence. However, upon hearing of her plan for the party, he grew cautious. Games were not his forté, with party games being especially so since embarrassment for the sake of humour was its common companion. For a moment, he looked even more out of place than Rista did, unintentionally exchanging a look of concern with the Yasi. She seemed a bit more relieved with his presence there, as he was with hers. Sairque’s helper interrupted by offering both Aidara and Rista cake, confusing the Avora further; why was Rista allowed to eat the dessert? Eoin hadn’t noticed until he took a look around, seeing many of the lower castes piling their plates with food, some more hesitant than others. From this new angle, he could also see more past the bush, catching the eye of the drudge owner of the large limbs. He should have expected this from Aidara, who was the closest thing to an Endal equivalent to himself, at least in terms thoughts regarding caste. The three women indulged in their slices of cake, their pleasant reactions met with a gentle eyes and strained embarrassment and negative with a reserved and disciplined expression. Aidara and Sairque took charge of the conversation, showing their close connection even with casual phrases as Eoin and Rista watched, speaking when addressed. After a time, Eoin asked to leave and bid his goodbyes, but Aidara made clear her wish for everyone to enjoy themselves. Thus, the man stood somewhat anxiously, trying his best to enjoy himself and not worry about the other chefs. Preoccupied with his thoughts, Eoin barely noticed a man tripping behind him, an elbow jabbing into his back and causing him to lose balance. He nearly fell into Sairque, but definitely bumped the Yasi in an attempt to steer as much of his body to one side as he could before his weight landed on his hand and one knee. The man was unlucky and had cut himself on a piece of the broken plate that the youth had dropped, leaving a visible gash as a lovely centerpiece to the scratches on his palm.

[Sian]

Sian comprehended that the cheesecake had been made by the chef, Eoin. She knew about his crafting skills very well, she sold him the odds and ends of meat she had collected for his previous meal. As if he'd ever remember her in any way, it was a long time ago. She gave it to one of the men that had worked for him, therefore she was TECHNICALLY giving it to him. She gawked at how different he looked, how everyone looked. Everyone in this entire area had changed in height, and facial structure. She didn't know the faces, but she knew the mental attributes. Of course, Sian didn't get out much because half of the time she was practicing to become an expert at archery. Her only dream, her only wish, her only goal. To be, and never ask the question 'What could have been?' Sian's gaze was fixated on Alstroemeria, she didn't recognize her own best friend? How rude. She should go over and talk, no... She couldn't do that she was talking to Krysanthe. It was rude to interrupt the whole one and one conversation. Her mother always told her never to do that, because they may be having a serious business type of conversation. So she stuck to her mother's words and made her way back to the buffet table. She smiled looking at the decor, so much food. But all she could eat was fruit, she didn't know why but that's what she felt like eating. She took the loose ends of the fruit placing them onto her plate, as she nibbled on the odds and ends of what she had. Sian wanted to be in the out and open of Wind Reach, but more in the depths of the forest. Where her brow would sweat, as she searched for new life waiting to be killed. The avora sighed, turning to a stone bench as she stared into the blue sky, the wind blowing her hair. "Why did I try and make myself go to this... There's no one I know here..." She told herself in a soft tone.

OOCYeah.. Sorry my post is very short... I'm going to come in later to edit it... But this isn't the final product.

[Drusilla]

Drusilla excused herself from the conversation saying she had to go to the restroom, and would be right back. It was a lie. She had been eyeing a certain someone. But she couldn't simply say she was going to check on a cringing Taln, who was hiding or trying to hide near a bush. She made her fake trip to the restroom, and upon her return made her way to Taln, "Taln, I can see you, just so you know..." She knelt down being careful of her new dress, "Taln?" Drusilla placed a hand on Taln's back hoping that he wouldn't freak out over her touching him. A worried look began to form on Drusilla's face. Never before had she seen him cowering this bad. If she hadn't of known him as well as she did, one could of thought he wasn't all there upstairs. Drusilla didn't know what Taln was so terrified of, but she was determined to find out.

[Taln]

He was busy wondering why the upper caste cake guy was watching and figured it was probably to look for a life raft in the estrogen ocean. He looked at the scanty bush and realized it probably made him stand out instead of keeping him out of sight. Taln blinked and looked at Drusilla in surprise. Her soothingly cool and unique velvet touch was on his back as she spoke. As always she was dressed impeccably and he was glad to be wearing the fine custom Lontev she'd made him. For a moment he pondered if he should move so the Symenestra would be more comfortable. He answered her quietly, his voice low in pitch and tone. "Drusilla Avora. Did you want me to stand? I'm fine on the ground, but it's no place for you or your elegant dress." Taln figured she'd say yes, and he stood up so she wouldn't ruin her clothing in trying to get down to his ground position. The Dek looked at her with vivid green eyes, remembering the unwavering kindness she'd shown him when they'd last met. "I recognize the quality of your work-you made that nice dress yourself, didn't you?" The tall man asked with a small, cautious smile.

[Drusilla]

"A dress can be washed and replaced. Where as people cannot." Drusilla stood up, dusting off her dress and fixing her hair. Concern still present on her face. "I'm glad you're alright Taln, I wasn't sure what you were doing over here. You looked positivly ill! I'd like to know what's wrong.. But I excused myself from a chat with Sira, and I should get back. Would you like to join me? If you're with me you have less of a chance of being harassed. It's the least I can do for you." She smiled, "Lo Mene Virsas, Taln." She spoke in Symenos. Drusilla didn't know if Taln would follow her back or not. But she made her way back to her table, apolguising for taking so long. She simply told Sira she had found a collapsed dek and had made sure he was alright. But deep down she was worried. Taln seemed to be rapidly changing, and not for the best. He appeared to act as if he had lost his reasons for living. Drusilla had seen other deks get this way, only to never see them again. Where had Taln's fire gone? She wanted to help, but she didn't know how. So many of her friends had passed on, she didn't think she could handle another one...