The Prince's Ball (IC)

by **Folaisia** » Thu Aug 08, 2019 3:24 am

"You do know that I'm 52, right," Ruairi replied, tilting his head to the right and squinting his eyes incredulously.

by **Port Ember** » Thu Aug 08, 2019 4:20 am

Teressien Qoute:

Gerulf von Sykane.
I smiled and nodded.
"Indeed, there might be something to discuss.", I said and nodded, "You see, Sykane Mining is very much in the mining business, unearthing resources of various descriptions for industry and economy. We have a bit of processing on the side, but that's mostly a side-business." A well-paying side-business, I might add. "Now, to my knowledge, Gudfrey Trading is very much into the import and export business, including industrial materials."
I let a beat pass.
"Maybe something could be arranged for mutual benefit?", I added with a smile.

Jolene Gudfrey in conversation with the von Sykane's

Jolene was indeed satisfied how this early evening is playing out. She was barely here yet she has already received a donation offer for her canine sanctuary, and now a possible business link.

As Teressien was currently an untapped market for her company, and for Port Ember as a whole in fact, thus establishing personal and business links with a major player such as the von Sykane family was indeed worth gold. Both as a figure of speach and now - literally as well.

She responded to Gerulf as soon as he finished speaking, "That math certainly adds up Mr von Sykane.. The trading of raw resources is in fact my company's largest point of wealth. I have a book full of potential clients, willing to pay top money for quality materials, and as such, I am always looking for quality suppliers. If you can provide me with quality, I can ship away your goods faster than you can mine them!"

by **Shikonjima** » Thu Aug 08, 2019 4:36 am

Shiruko grinned, too. Indeed, boys ... but she decided to play along.
"As I said, I'm into both ways of transportation" - she said, "so whatever recommendations you might have, I'm sure, that I might something that fits my taste - be it fast and furious or good handling, be it for the wide deserts and steppes of the Sharulsi Khanate, or the curvy coastal roads back home in Akebono. One never knows, where Agaaru, the Goddess of Air, Travel, and Speed, will get me driving, after all!"
Kyouko noticed Heda's suppressed sigh and shrugged. Speed Junkies ...

by **Kuronami** » Thu Aug 08, 2019 10:54 am

Teressien wrote:I knew, that she meant well.
By the Lioness, I knew it.
Yet...
"How can I laugh, when I should have been accompanied by my little sister? When Fadia is spending more time in a sickbed then anywhere else?", I replied, getting my hands out of hers, then deciding to bugger it all as I wrapped my arms around her, hugged her. "She should have been here tonight, blush, when a good-looking lad asked her for a dance, enjoy the nibbles and pastries, maybe have a walk through the Gardens..."
I did not cry. There was something in my eyes, which made two silent tears flow.

It seemed Cecelia's earnest attempts to try to cheer Fadia up and make amends for bringing up the subject had backfired terribly. Cecelia tried to conjure up the words to apologize as she could see poor Fadia was distraught. The smile from her own face quickly dropped and all she could do was let go of the Princess's hands and hug her back. Whispering a quick "Sorry!" and gathering her skirts and darting off to a place where she could get over her embarrassment. "Wait, Cecelia!" Benedict called for her but it was too late as she quickly vanished into the crowds. Likely she was looking for the nearest restroom He turned back to Fara. "Hey, I'm sure she meant well. She's got a real big heart on her" he pulled out a handkerchief for Fara to dry her eyes with. "So please don't think poorly of my Ceecee. She thought she could maybe cheer you up a bit."

by **AHSCA** » Thu Aug 08, 2019 12:18 pm

Teressien wrote:Kiah Findehoof.
I smiled.
"Indeed, it's good, that their love proved stronger then that tragedy.", I said, my smile not abating one bit. "According to rumours, Duchess Marcella even dropped everything at the news and traveled to Utica as fast as she could to comfort her beloved... I can not begin to imagine, how happy that must have made her."
I shook my head.
"Anyway, we over in the Free Lands have a keen interest in Aurelia as well: Her mother was a Selkie-Maiden.", I explained with a smile.

Both girls were a bit surprised how much Kiah knew of the going ons between AHSCA and Kyrenia but then again a lot of this did usually make the press so it wasn't a big concern. "You know your stuff, Kiah." Pacifica praised then Miela continued, "Impressive. Her Lady did indeed fly out as soon as she could to be of aid and comfort. She's a fine Duchess like that and The Princess is lucky. I really do need to sit and formally meet the Lady she could be the Duchess-Consort one day!"

"Well here's hoping right? So a Selkie-mother huh? That's really interesting."

"Yeah very interesting to have colorful mixed heritage."

by **The Scarlet Eagle** » Thu Aug 08, 2019 2:10 pm

Bradley and Aurelia
"Well, that's interesting to hear, replies Bradley. In the Empire, doing your Compulsory Military Service with the Imperial Coast Guard has only been possible since 2010, thanks to Anax.
Don't worry, even if you don't end up where you wanted to, the other branches all have some interest in their own ways. For my part, I wanted to do my three years of Service in the artillery, but ended up at the 56th Hussar Regiment, a mechanized infantry unit."
As he says that, the Colonel takes out his smartphone, and shows to the Princess a photo of him at a younger age, during his Service. Clad in his green BDUs, he is standing on top of a M113 Armored Vehicle, with some of his friends standing next to him and the vehicle. Of course, Bradley still had his other eye at the time.
"Good old times that will leave you memories forever, believe me, he tells Aurelia with a smile. Especially during and after a night of drinking, as Anax and Anna surely have showed you during the return visit, he adds with a smirk, referring to the Imperial Couple having told Aurelia of a few stories of them during their Scarlet Ranger training after the Civil War.

Agathe, Alvina and Damir.
"Pfefferminzlikör sure does sound like a nice drink. I'm sure Anax would not mind if I was to bring him back some bottles, since as Bradley told Aurelia, he's enjoying himself with the others at the Imperial Metal Land. God I hope he does not shows his buttocks again. But what am I thinking? Of course he will, mutters the Dowager Empress with a sigh as she looks down.
Aside from that, she continues as she looks back up as her two conversation partners, could any of you tell me more about our host? she asks the Duchess and the Prince. Because according to Bradley, he seemed a bit cold when he greeted us."

by **Rivienland** » Thu Aug 08, 2019 7:20 pm

Teressien wrote:Rena, Prinzessin von Wißenthen. By the Refreshments Table.
To be quite frank... balls were not my favourite way to pass time, but they were not bad.
The nibbles were good and the drinks cool. Dancing was fun, too, although the classical music they usually played was not entirely my cuppa tea.
Anyway, I am a redhead, with red-brown eyes, an inheritance from my Mother, lean and muscled, not exactly busty, but I had something to work with - not much, but the lads, who could not keep their eyes up, could kiss my arse anyway!
I wore a dress, which was a bit unusual for me, but proper. I was not a girly girl. It was a form-fitting red dress, which emphasized my hair, shoulderless, going down to the ground, the bodice hinting at a cleavage, but not showing much, except, that there was something.
Sunna wore the playful dress, but she was somewhere roaming around the hall with Mother and her Date for tonight, Rainer Kistmacker, our Minister for Health - hardly appropriate for the Herzogin of the Wißenthenland, but Kistmacker was a good man. And his wife couldn't come because she fell ill, so he had asked Mother if they couldn't attend together.
It had actually been quite cute.
Anyway, I stood at the Refreshments Table, waiting for the fun to begin, with a glass of Lemonade in hand. The table also held the nibbles, or at least a part of them (there was a second one on the other side of the Ball Room). The wine would be brought out after the dancing began, as with all alcohol, but... if one needed one, there were ways.
And one way was to have connections.
I saw someone fun-looking approaching, a young woman around my age (I would guess) in a light pink dress, which looked quite hard to move in (then again, who was I to talk?) and she came towards the Refreshments Table as if she was looking for something.
"They'll bring out the wine after the first dance.", I told her with a small, lopsided smile, "Other then that, I would recommend the Onion-Nibbles." I indicated to the small, muffin-like nibbles of flaky pastry, which were filled with a mixture of bacon, onion, cream, egg and caraway and scalloped with cheese. They were quite spicy and delicious. "I'm Rena. Who do I have the pleasure with?"

Princess Maria
For a moment Maria was startled when the lady begun to speak to her. Glancing at her for a moment, Maria was interested in her dress. While she understood that most of what people wore to the ball would be seen as in style, for Maria, women’s fashion was still too reveling. Introducing herself as Rena, the Princess still saw the young lady as someone quite pretty, especially since there were few redheads in Rivienland.

“I am Princess Maria of Rivienland,” she said giving a quick curtsy. “And that is a shame.” Grabbing a glass of lemonade, she also picked up an Onion-Nibble and studied it for a moment. Taking it a bite, Maria quickly took a sip of the lemonade, as she disliked anything remotely spicy. “Oh dear, I do not think I like that. Too spicy,” the Princess said as she took another sip of lemonade. Feeling refreshed once again, she continued, “So, are these sort of parties a common occasion in Teressien?”

Prince Philippe
Surveying the ballroom, Philippe found it quite a lovely scene. The music, the décor, and, growing by the minute, the crowd that represented the high society of Teressien. His eyes focused upon his sister as Philippe was surprised to see her already making friends. He was glad as, while Maria was certainly one of his favorite siblings, she was too often isolating herself from others, like mother. Maybe she would not find a husband here, but at least she was out of the chapel.

by **Teressien** » Fri Aug 09, 2019 2:55 am

Folaisia wrote:"You do know that I'm 52, right," Ruairi replied, tilting his head to the right and squinting his eyes incredulously.

Bertram Onekel.
"I would have more pegged you into the late forties, but that still means, that I am old enough to be your father.", I replied with a smile, then motioned to Aaltje, "And her Grandfather."
"Great-Grandfather.", she corrected with a smile.
"Well, if everyone would have hurried up.", I admitted with a small chuckle, then turned back to Ruairi, "The point stands. I still have trouble approaching beautiful women, unless it is for the silver screen."
"And there, he was a Master of his craft as a young man.", Aaltje added, "Many a young woman wanted to be Isa Kamma in Wer anderen eine Grube gräbt...."
I smiled at that old memory.

Gerulf von Sykane.
I smiled.
"That is very good.", I said as this was indeed very good - our company was growing and while that was fine with me, the ones, who we supplied were not exactly stagnating, but growing in smaller leaps. Jolene, if she knew our industry, would know, that we currently were in a 'period of stunted growth', as the experts called it. Not quite a stagnation, but not growth either. "And we supply quality, any institute for control of such materials will confirm that. What especially would your clients need?"

Heda, Prinzessin von Dorch.
"You're not an easy customer!", Vin said with a grin, then thought for a moment, "Hm... for off-roaders, I would recommend the HMW GW-129, that is an off-roader, a massive beast of a car and actually HMWs first car with an electric engine in a variant. Not fast, sure, but sturdy as hell. Sports cars definately goes to the SW-119, a sports car, which will blow you away and which yearns to be let loose and which you have to reign in, and yourself, while you are at it. If you need a street tank, a car, which no one in their diaper bombers will try to mess with, GT-123."
He let a beat pass.
"My absolute favourite, however, is the SA-58, a small city car. They're just too wonderful!", he added with a huge grin.

Princess Fara bint-Dardan.
I hung my shoulders, accepted the handkerchief.
"Thank you.", I said, carefully dabbed my eyes - I did not wear much makeup, but what little I wore did not need the additional damage. "I saw it in her eyes, that she had the best intent... yet I blew it..."
Well, Fara, can't do anything right, girl, eh?
"I will not hold anything against her. In fact, I don't think I could.", I added, "Please, Benedict-Khan, when you meet up with her, tell her, that I am sorry and that she should not let a woman like me ruin her heart. She will need it."

Kiah Findehoof.
Well, a few of my classmates were more interested in gossip, that was all...
Anyway.
"Indeed, a Selkie-Mother. Marla Taistealaí of the Tribe of Louth.", I said with a smile, "She was a Marcach, specialized in the art of Horsearchery, which would explain Princess Aurelia's talents for the sport." I shrugged. "Princess Aurelia is actually here tonight, with her father, Prince Damir, so if you would want to meet her..."
I knew, that I might not be the most interesting company, if there was a Princess to meet, which one wanted to meet anyway.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
"Yeah, they did share a few stories.", I replied to Bradley politely. While Anax and Anna did indeed share a few, which had to do with alcohol and their own Service, I was much keener on making my own stories, indeed, preferably, with the Coast Guard. "Service with the RKCG has been possible since its foundation in 1955. It is a split-off from the Navy, so that they wouldn't have to worry about fisheries protection and similar stuff."
I let a beat pass.
"I personally hope for a nice spot on the Yuqiza, that's one of the RKCG's Drone Carriers.", I said and shrugged, "It's unlikely, that I'll be trained as a drone pilot, but it would be fun and interesting nonetheless."

Prince Damir ibn-Razia.
Alvina raised an eyebrow.
"So, being formal to people, who he had never met, is considered cold in the Empire?", she asked, then looked to me, "You lot must have spoiled them!"
I snorted in amusement. "Aurelia greeted them at Utica International.", I replied, "And then went on transit with them to Oea."
Alvina was a bit surprised at these news - no miracle. Usually, guests of state were welcomed by the Sultana's Court (or Sultan's Court, but you get the picture). Apparently, the news of the Court of the Azure Hall's Courtiers simply refusing to welcome Agathe's son and his wife had not made it to Teressien. Or at least not to Alvina.
"Wow...", she said, then turned back to Agathe, "No, fun aside, Alrich is a calm and stoic man and he takes his responsibilities very serious. He will not show his buttocks in public." She shrugged. "If you want to see this small smile, that he has, watch him talk with Miss Findehoof or play the violin... or, ideally, play the violin for her."
I nodded. Alrich was a serious man, stoic and sparse with words, but when it came to that bubbly blonde, he was like a different man.

Rena, Prinzessin von Wißenthen.
I thought for a moment at her question, having smiled at her reaction to the onion nibbles - indeed, spicy, but I admit, that I had my own bias talk a bit. I liked spicy food.
She, apparently, not.
Still, the conversation was starting out well!
"Balls especially?", I asked, "Once or twice every month, someone hosts a ball of varying size. This one is actually one of the larger ones. Soirees are another question, though, especially when this woman is concerned." I motioned a bit down the Refreshments Table towards a woman, a few years older then me, a blonde in a red dress, who was talking to a dark-skinned man, who was giving off the aura of a long-suffering artist. "Wilrun, the Baronin of Port Monee is famous for her soirees. She even coined the term Soireediplomatie with them. The man with her is Khalid Faris, some company heir from Kyrenaia."
I smiled at Maria.
"I'm more of a festival-goer, to be honest, and we have quite a lot of them in summer especially, right about this time, actually.", I told her, "So, if you stay in the country for a few days, we could go to one. Wißenthal, that's a small town in the Wißenthenland, is actually hosting one of those in three days."

If Prince Philippe would look around a bit more, he might find people, who would be interesting.
As a catholic, he might be drawn to a small group of two men and two women, one of which looked a lot like a priest, as well as a dark-skinned man with a red coat and a cross necklace. The women were a very pale blonde in all-black Geansai, her yellow eyes still shining, while the other was a lavender haired woman in a ball gown, which reached down to the floor.
Another priest-looking man was standing with a very tall, dark skinned and blonde woman, conversing amicably near the other Refreshments Table, on the far side of the hall from Maria's.
In general, there were many people, who he could approach, if he wanted - or, alternative, join his sister and her new friend, of course.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Fri Aug 09, 2019 7:17 am

Berengar smiled. "The honor is mine to meet you, Lady Findehoof." He turned to the lady at his side. "In any case...Erika?"

Erika continued to avoid Alrich's eyes, her cheeks still flushed. "Erm...Erika. Erika Byrnes, your Majesty...before you ask, no, we are not, uh, courting. Or, for that matter, married."

"In any case..." Berengar paused, and adjusted his collar. "...I suppose we shouldn't tie you down for too long. Have a good evening, Your Majesty. Erika?"

He offered his arm to her, and she took it. The two went off into the crowd, leaving the Prince and his lover free to greet the guests that probably were waiting behind them.

by **Shikonjima** » Fri Aug 09, 2019 9:16 am

The not-even-that-easy-customer nodded.
"Well, that's already quite a good selection!" - she said. "I now feel reminded, that I actually wanted to look up the average price for a GT-123, for I've heard, that it's quite a luxury item ... though, I'm sure, that the shipping costs for them would make it insane. Not to mention the import tariffs in addition to it."
"Which I've already lowered to a reasonable degree a while ago" - Kyouko added.
Shiruko nodded. "What I know, is that Morimoto produces a lot of luxury vehicles as well - like the SK-412K, a sports car. 1740 kilograms of weight, 388 hp. Maximum speed 267 km/h, taking less than five seconds to get from zero to hundred. 'Blowing you away' is a fairly accurate description as to what it's likely to do with the driver as well." She let a beat pass. "Then again, 33,000 is a hefty price."
"Thirty-three ..." - Keoke murmured and frowned. "Dollar ...?"
Shiruko shook her head. "Ryou."
Keoke gulped audibly. 33,000 Ryous would be about 140,000 NSD.
"In any case, a small city car would probably not only be a tiny bit cheaper than a sports car, but also a bit more practical to get around in metropolitan areas" - she said. "Meiyama and its surrounding is quite densely populated. For off-road racing and driving in rural areas, there would be still a solid alternative as well. Then again, once you'd get me to a test site of HMW, you probably wouldn't get me away from there anytime soon!" She grinned.
"Considering our past experiences with getting Shiruko to any car producer's test sites, I'm afraid, I can't help but confirm this" - Kyouko added, laughing.

by **AHSCA** » Fri Aug 09, 2019 11:53 am

Teressien wrote:Kiah Findehoof.
Well, a few of my classmates were more interested in gossip, that was all...
Anyway.
"Indeed, a Selkie-Mother. Marla Taistealaí of the Tribe of Louth.", I said with a smile, "She was a Marcach, specialized in the art of Horsearchery, which would explain Princess Aurelia's talents for the sport." I shrugged. "Princess Aurelia is actually here tonight, with her father, Prince Damir, so if you would want to meet her..."
I knew, that I might not be the most interesting company, if there was a Princess to meet, which one wanted to meet anyway.

Both girls lit up at the fact Her Grace, Aurelia was indeed present. "Woah for real?!" They both said in perfect harmony. "Wow! We'd love to meet her!" Pacifica agreed.

"Come to think of it, Pacifica, have you formally met her?"

"No I haven't. Actually I think the last time she was in AHSCA was for The Festival. Which was more of a personal visit not diplomatic."

"Makes sense. So yes, please if not much trouble for her or you, we'd love to be able to meet Her Royal Grace."

by **Rivienland** » Fri Aug 09, 2019 12:15 pm

Teressien wrote:Rena, Prinzessin von Wißenthen.
I thought for a moment at her question, having smiled at her reaction to the onion nibbles - indeed, spicy, but I admit, that I had my own bias talk a bit. I liked spicy food.
She, apparently, not.
Still, the conversation was starting out well!
"Balls especially?", I asked, "Once or twice every month, someone hosts a ball of varying size. This one is actually one of the larger ones. Soirees are another question, though, especially when this woman is concerned." I motioned a bit down the Refreshments Table towards a woman, a few years older then me, a blonde in a red dress, who was talking to a dark-skinned man, who was giving off the aura of a long-suffering artist. "Wilrun, the Baronin of Port Monee is famous for her soirees. She even coined the term Soireediplomatie with them. The man with her is Khalid Faris, some company heir from Kyrenaia."
I smiled at Maria.
"I'm more of a festival-goer, to be honest, and we have quite a lot of them in summer especially, right about this time, actually.", I told her, "So, if you stay in the country for a few days, we could go to one. Wißenthal, that's a small town in the Wißenthenland, is actually hosting one of those in three days."

If Prince Philippe would look around a bit more, he might find people, who would be interesting.
As a catholic, he might be drawn to a small group of two men and two women, one of which looked a lot like a priest, as well as a dark-skinned man with a red coat and a cross necklace. The women were a very pale blonde in all-black Geansai, her yellow eyes still shining, while the other was a lavender haired woman in a ball gown, which reached down to the floor.
Another priest-looking man was standing with a very tall, dark skinned and blonde woman, conversing amicably near the other Refreshments Table, on the far side of the hall from Maria's.
In general, there were many people, who he could approach, if he wanted - or, alternative, join his sister and her new friend, of course.

Princess Maria
Glancing for a moment at Wilrun, the Baronin of Port Monee, Maria was sure that she would get along famously with her older sister, Princess Elisa. She too was the daring of the Rivienlander social scene. Refocusing on the current conversation, Rena seemed very friendly, and, when attending such crowded events, it was nice sometimes to just talk within one person for a long period of time.

“That actually sounds quite fun! I am sure my family can do without me for a few more days. Tell me, what is the Wißen-then-land like,” the Princess asked as she clearly struggled with the German name.

Prince Philippe
A few feet away the Prince spotted a group of four conversating. Seeing a chance to mingle, Philippe approached them. Good evening,” Philippe said as he slightly bowed. “I hope I am not interrupting, but I thought I might join you all. I am Prince Philippe of Rivienland.” He took a glance at the outfits of the individuals and especially found the all-black Geansai…unique.

by **Port Ember** » Fri Aug 09, 2019 12:52 pm

Teressien Qoute

Gerulf von Sykane.
I smiled.
That is very good.", I said as this was indeed very good - our company was growing and while that was fine with me, the ones, who we supplied were not exactly stagnating, but growing in smaller leaps. Jolene, if she knew our industry, would know, that we currently were in a 'period of stunted growth', as the experts called it. Not quite a stagnation, but not growth either. "And we supply quality, any institute for control of such materials will confirm that. What especially would your clients need?"

Jolene did not truly know much about the Sykane Mining Group, but she was not totally in the dark either. She has read briefly about the company, being in a period of 'stunted growth', if she remembered that report correctly. In the mining vs export world, that was great news for her. As in GREAT news. Why? Because although the mine could possibly produce more products than they currently are, they do not have enough customers to validate such increased production, which tends to frustrate the mine bosses. Now with Jolene's connections, this trend can easily be reversed, making BIG money for both organisations, and win the favour of the owners and shareholders at the same time. A big win for Jolene.

Jolene's face suddenly lit up with a sly smile, the type of smile which only ever appeares when she knew she had won a war. She was a tiger in the jungle, and she was about to have a wonderfull meal..

"Oh Mister von Sykane, if you have heard any rumour about the Gudfrey Trading Company, it was most probally that we could sell dung to a dung beatle.. and those rumours are true. I honestly do not care what rock you wish to sell, as long as it is quality rock. I have 33 nations with eager markets looking for every product imaginable. If you can mine it - I can sell it. Honestly I can find you a buyer for whatever thing you wish to sell before I go to bed tonight!"

by **Folaisia** » Fri Aug 09, 2019 1:51 pm

Ruairi gave off an authentic chuckle at Bertram's joke and remark to Aaltje, albeit still putting on a visage of austerity. But when Bertram reaffirmed his point on his inability to approach women beyond the set, his face simmered down for a bit.

"That's understandable," Ruairi replied, "But hey, you have the bonnie Miss Schreyg here with you right now. So, you can ask her for advice as to how to approach women," he then smiled, "However, if you're also seeking my advice, well, don't hesitate to ask."

He then took another sip from his glass.

"By the way, Miss Schreyg," Ruairi turned to Aaltje, "Was that another Teressian film you've mentioned?"

by **The Scarlet Eagle** » Fri Aug 09, 2019 3:19 pm

Bradley
"Interesting, answers Bradley once Aurelia has finished. I'm curious, so could you please tell me more about those drones carriers? Because although the Imperial Navy has started using drones since 2017, mostly helicopters for anti submarine warfare and patrol, and the Coast Guard for patrol since 2018, they don't use a dedicated kind of ship for these tasks. So what do they look like, and what kind of drones they use?"

Agathe
"Oh no, I perfectly understood he was formal, it's just my companion who thought he was cold because his welcome was less elaborated than the guests who precedeed us, so to speak, replies the Dowager Empress to Alvina to clarify the misunderstanding. This is Bradley's first ball as a high-ranking guest after all."
However, before she can continue, she's interrupted by the Empire's anthem resounding from within her small handbag.
"If you'll excuse me," she says to Damir and Alvina, before picking up her phone, and seeing it's no other than her son the Emperor videocalling her.
"Hey sweetie, says Agathe as she takes the call, making appear on her screen the image of her son, clean shaven and with his long black hair not attached, wearing black digitalized camo pants and a black T-Shirt, with a plate carrier over it. On his right thigh, his iconic Colt M1911 made out of a meteor, and his black Ibanez guitar strapped to his back.
-Hey Mom, how are you? replies Anaximander with a smile. Did you had a good trip? How was the arrival at the ball?
-The trip was normal, just like the greeting by Furst Alrich, very formal, although Bradley found it cold.
-Well, welcome into the big game of politics, falses smiles and rivalry, says the Emperor as his mother turns her phone to Myers, who makes a small salute with his index and middle finger, and smirking as well.
-Why thank you Your Imperial Majesty, replies the Colonel with a small smile. But luckily, we found some known faces to help us navigate these unknown waters. I suppose I don't have to introduce you to Princess Aurelia bint-Damir and her father Prince Damir ibn-Razia from the Ilkhanate of Utica, and this charming lady is Alvina, Herzogin von Raycbucht."
As he says that, Agathe turns her phone to the corresmonding faces, so that her son can see them properly.
"Good to see you again Aurelia, and in better shape than in June, says Anax with a smile to the Princess. I hope you don't have nightmares anymore. And good evening to you as well Damir. Looking sharp as always!
Duchess Alvina, it's an honor to meret you, even though it's not in person, continues the Emperor as he makes a small bow of the head to the Herzogin, and puts his right fist to his heart. I hope to see you visit our country one day, he adds with a smile
-Well, for that, you would have to dispel the fact that your mother casually mentioned to her conversation partners the fact that you sometimes show your arse in public at the Imperial Metal Land.
-Oh come on Mom! No! exclaims Anax as he facepalms. You know I've not been doing that since 2013! And before that, I only did twice! Duchess Alvina, please don't believe that part. I've moved past that kind of foolishness, you can believe me."
As he says that, some shouts of approval can be heard in the background.
See? Even my wife and our friends agree, says Anaximander as he moves his smartphone, making appear on Agathe's own a group known to Damir and Aurelia as the Alpha Squadrons, all of them eating sandwichs or drinking.
"My husband is right, he has matured a lot over the years. But as a mother, Agathe always worries a bit too much, but what mother doesn't for her children? asks a young woman dressed similarly to Anax, with the same pistol as him on her right thigh, but with no guitar strapped to her back. As she says that, the Empress Anna Blachkov stands up from the metallic crate she had bern sitting on, and approaches her husband.
"Damir, Aurelia, good to see you again, says Anna to the two Kyrenaians. Herzogin Alvina, pleased to make your acquaintance, she continues with a sincere smile.

by **Lux Pulchrae** » Sat Aug 10, 2019 3:37 am

A week before the ball

Royal Palace, Citta del Re, Lux Pulchrae
At the Royal Palace it was a regular, especially hot, summer's afternoon. The palace itself was down to skeleton crew's worth of maintenance staff, both in and outside since the only people that actually permanently lived there were the king, Cleone d'Angeli, his parents, staff, and the palace priest. Cleone sat at a bench at one of the estate's many garden. A fountain nearby and bird chirps were about the only noise to be heard, other than approaching footsteps on the marble pathways. Alessandre Giulio Cesare Massimo de Lux Pulchrae, yes the name was quite a mouthful, was on his way to meet Cleone, while being accompanied by a pair of guards.

"Ah, Alessandre, il figlio di Roma, buonasera." he said as he stood up, the guards bowed and promptly left.

"Sua Altezza" Alessandre bowed "You called for me?"

"Yes." Cleone started walking with Alessandre following next to him "There is an event in a rather mild country, Teressien, to which I was invited, but instead I deferred it to you."

"To me? When was this?"

"Yesterday."

"When is it?"

"Next week."

"Next week? You can't just drop me into a random country for an irrelevant event and notify me a week before? We still have to put finishing touches on the mid-year summit at the end of the month."

"Do not worry, it is only a day, maybe two at most. You will miss nothing, because this had everything to do with the summit. It is not just you going, but also Luis de Contanza and Roderique de Marquet. I have cleared all of your schedules."

"What for? A trip with those pagliacci? I don't know, I hardly interact with Roderique."

"This is pivotal. And it remains your priority. Stick to these topics, and the summit won't be so hard on us. Va bene?" he said, handing his advisor a folder.

Alessandre nodded "Tutto bene Sua Altezza" he thought for a second before speaking again "But why there?"

"What's wrong with a nice, all-expenses-paid, trip abroad? This is a high society type deal. Plenty of foreign diplomats, nobility and white gloves to shake hands with. I fully trust in you to do your best for me and the country."

"You're right. And don't worry about a thing, I will have it all under control. Oh, before we part, you wouldn't mind if I brought Constantino? Figured it might be nice he learn a thing or two, maybe meet a few people."

"Well, he's your son, it is not at my discretion that he goes, it's whoever sent that invitation. Now have a good trip, and may it be fruitful Signore Massimo, I expect good news." Cleone extended his right hand, Alessandre then bowed and kissed it, then being relieved and went on his way.

Present
The day came and all involved had arrived after a decent flight, only being a tad late. Among them were Alessandre Giulio Cesare Massimo, a fit, middle-aged nobleman in his early 50s with short, greying brown hair that was swept to the right and a greying beard. He sported a black suit and pants, with a black vest and matching tie. After him was his oldest son, Constantino Innocente, in emulation of his father he wore a similar black attire. He was roughly the same height, maybe an inch taller around 5'10'' and 27 years old. Unlike his father he was clean shaven, and his hair was lighter shade, and also swept to the side.
Next was Luis Antonio Maria de Constanza, the reigning Duke of the Toccamare Province. Compared to his Italic counterparts, he was quite big at 6'3'', almost burly but not so much since his age at 57. He wore a grey suit with matching vest, white shirt and red tie. He had a greying beard that seemed to be catching up with his black hair, which was swept back.
Last was Roderique de Marquet, CEO of Marquet arms, and one of the most prominent of the noble Marquet family. He was about the same height as Constantino, of average build and 38 years old, he wore a black suit with dark grey vest and white shirt.

Before they exited the vehicle and walked up to the entrance, Alessandre gave them a quick warning "Careful men, if you haven't noticed yet, these people are Germanic. So if any of you speak it, speak it now because I sure as hell haven't learned that barbaric tongue. French was the last one." he said with a smile to Roderique.

"Ala merde, Massimo." Roderique shot back

"Should have brought Herr von Blut, or Schweisser or some Alemani." Luis suggested.

"Father, I know a bit, maybe I'll greet them." Constantino answered

"Then by all means boy, take this lead." Alessandre encouraged. Like most nobility, they could all speak multiple languages, those being French, Italian and Spanish, and even English and could understand each other if they kept to their own tongue. However, German being a minuscule language, was usually not bothered with.

They all got out and made their way to the Prince, with Constantino taking the lead addressing the Prince first "Guten Abend, Herr Alrich und Frau Enya." he shook the Prince's hand and kissed the lady's right. "May I present myself, Constantine Innocent Massimo, my father Lord Alessandre, Duke Luis de Constanza and Sir Roderique de Marquet." they all proceeded to follow suit by shaking and kissing hands.

by **Draycora** » Sat Aug 10, 2019 10:37 am

Lord Nyyrikki gave a gentle smile.
"It's no shame," he said. "I have to say, I also recently started to deal with this country. How is Draycora, well, there is much to say, it is a land of the human spirit and the individual. The highest value of ours is liberty. The self-determination and self-responsibility of the individual. In our country, this freedom is expressed through strong art and science."
He thought for a moment.
"To clarify that needs a whole conversation, and I would also like to know a bit about their homeland, which we can do four with a small drink, what do you drink here on a ball? ".

by **Danceria** » Sat Aug 10, 2019 4:37 pm

Castle Zyng, Grand Ballroom
Aceus and Sabin

“<<Sabin, how on earth am I supposed to dance with all these medals jangling about?>>” Came a silver haired young man’s protest, fiddling with the various golden medals present on his uniform. It was a nice, emerald green that brought out his eyes, accented with yellow-gold to shine against his almost silver white hair. Stockily built, though not nearly as muscular as his compatriot who stood a full head taller than him, he was the charming young monarch of Danceria, Aceus Elurion. “<<It’s to get you to be used to the uniform for the Pentennial.>>” his taller companion, one Sabin of Figaro would explain. “<<Quit fiddling with the medals!>>”
“<<You at least get to wear the easier suit.>>” Aceus would roll his eyes and survey the ballroom. He seemed to be attending them more and more, and had only arrived mostly to keep an eye on the young Berengar, who currently escorted his daughter across the dance floor. By no means was he a worrywart, the Prusso-Pole had already been very courteous in asking, and Erika insisted on going on her own...but there was something that held the King’s gaze and his heart.

A woman of short but shimmering gold hair, her ruby eyes slightly touched with tears...near another man. Internally batting aside the twinge of jealousy, he looked to Sabin and nodded. “<<Looks like your intel was good, and they said you couldn’t be a diplomat.>>” Sabin nodded in kind, as the duo entered into the throng itself, “<<You thinkin’ about dragging me over to the Kyrenaians once we’ve paid our dues to the Host?>>”
“<<Only if you don’t mind seeing Aurelia again.>>” Aceus held a small grin as he excused himself while effortlessly navigating the kaleidoscopic crowd. “<<I think she likes you more than she may like Ed.>>” This resulted in a chuckle for both, as they made their way to Fürst und frau “<<We shouldn’t deprive Berengar of his date so easily.>>”
With that, and shortly behind the Pulchreans, the two Dancerians waited patiently to say their “how-do-you-dos” and “thank-you-for-having-us-heres” no doubt doused upon the poor couple at the moment.

Aceus allowed a small smile, he knew what a sore arm after a long successful night of hand-shaking felt like.

Rev. Stavros Galanis

Had it really been that long since he last wore a cassock? As well as a kalimavkion? Even though both headwear and the clerical attire were far from ornamental, and much to his approval was among the most plain looking of attendees present. It was a plain fact at the end of the day he was an aerhandir, or as many Christians may call “Fool-For-Christ”. Cocktail parties and opulent banquets were a far cry from the comfortable pieces of cardboard he had called a bed for the past fifteen years. Still, he cleaned up nicely, though between the tonsure, his age, and how God made him, there wasn’t too much hair to groom or a beard to trim. His admirers practically forced a set of technologically advanced glasses unto him, to alleviate his blindness. While he definitely appreciated the sentiment of seeing colours again, as well as its use in picking people out of a crowd, “firebrand ascetic” and “access to advanced medical technology” didn’t always mix. On the subject of crowds, and the persons therein, it appeared Their Lordships of Elurion seemed to take to the scene like a bird to wing. Sabin, being the more reluctant of fledglings, preferring to keep an eye on Erika Byrnes and a familiar face rather than dive into the ball proper. No doubt under the pretense of Aceus reuniting with the Princess Fara.

A small smile tugged at the elder’s lips, as he spotted Aurelia and Damir. He would speak to them before the time is done, no doubt, but the night was still young. It would be proper to introduce himself to Miss Enya Findehoof and the good Fürst, who hosted the occasion. Afterwards to the “Patriarch” Adil Btryrik, and to fence in riddles and rhetoric as the theologically inclined often would. A prayer to Theotokos to quell his pride, for pride goeth before a fall, and he would ride on the currents of the King’s pride and ambitions, rather than his own. To confound the plans and plots of pagans was a guilty pastime of his.

by **Teressien** » Sat Aug 10, 2019 5:03 pm

Naya Findehoof.
I smiled as I watched Alrich and Enya greet another couple of guests, one of them a nervous wreck, by the looks of it. And the two of them looked adorable together!
And, to be honest, were I a few decades younger, I would definately make a pass at the young man. He looked dashing in his uniform. Alas... I am an old hag, my youngest granddaughter, a girl of not even twenty, was standing with my Prince, who's Grandfather I had served (granted, back then as an Ensign, but I did swear an oath to serve him, so it counted).
Of course, I knew, who both of them were.
Especially the Prince, but the girl was not uninteresting either. Alas, as I approached the two of them, I might not have cut the impressive figure I wanted to anymore. My piercing blue eyes were the same as always, yet wrinkles were all over my face, my blonde hair had turned white. I walked on a black cane with a silver head, a present from Alrich, for my 70th birthday - cheeky bugger insisted, that I didn't look a day over thirty!
He did have a sense of humour.
Anyway, I wore full Dress Uniform of the Fürstliche Streitkräfte, as appropriate for such an occasion and my station and age, which could be summed up in one word: Black. Black pants, black shoes, black jacket (double breasted with silver buttons), black gloves, black belt and black tie. Yet a white shirt underneath it, silver belt buckle, a deep red armband around the left arm, silver tabs, decoration on the left breast, among them of course the Black Cross.
It was impressive and I knew enough young men, who cut very impressive figures in it. Sadly, none of them were here tonight as only special balls hosted by the Fürst were occasions, where the military was there in stronger numbers then a few blokes.
Me among these blokes.
"Good evening.", I said, as I stood before the two, bowed my head to Berengar, "Admiral Naya Findehoof, Armed Forces of the Principality. It's a pleasure to meet you, Crown-Prince Berengar - as well as you, Miss Byrnes."
And basically right as I finished my introduction, the orchestra played a small 'jingle', so to speak, the sign, that they would now start with the dance.
I snorted in amusement.
"Perfect timing.", I said and turned to Berengar, "I do not envy the decision you now need to make: Either talk with an old hag or take the girl and lead her to the dance floor." I bowed my head lightly, still smiling. "I which I would choose!"

Heda, Prinzessin von Dorch.
Vin smiled and wanted to say something, but I was quicker, pointing at him with my thumb: "Oh, I know the feeling! Though, with him, it's not only limited to car manufacturer test sites, but also to film sets." I grinned at Vin's incredulous expression. "To be fair, he is a student of Movie-Directing and aspiring movie critic, so he has an excuse!"
"Sounds better!", Vin said with a grin, then turned back to Shiruko. "Anyway... the GT-123 is a solid choice. 2.6 tons of Grand Tourer Convertible, 5.3 metres long, nearly two wide, with space for four passengers and a 6,600 cc, Twin-Turbo, V-12 engine, which they had to[/i] limit it to 250 km/h - otherwise, you could crack the 300 easily with that thing!" He grinned. "Call the domestic market price around 300,000 NSD and we are about right."
And just then, the orchestra played a small tune, which called to dance and I smiled.
"Well, I hate to break this pleasant conversation up, but I am afraid, that we now have a date with the dance floors, Prince Keoke.", I said to the man with a smile, patting the pocket, where my dance card has disappeared to. Then I offered my arm to him to link, with a grin. "Shall I lead?"
"First one's a Polonaise.", Vin told the ladies and offered his arm Shiruko: "Milady." He smiled at the Princess. "May I ask you for this dance?"

Kiah Findehoof.
I blushed.
"Well, I don't know her that good... I mean, it would be a miracle, if she remembered me from the two-and-a-half times we met...", I admitted, "But if you want to go..."
Just then, the jingle sounded out.
I smiled sadly.
"Well, that's the signal for the first dance, a Polonaise.", I said and smiled, "My boyfriend actually wanted to take that one with me before he had to stay in Fortham." I sighed. "If you want, I'll wait here until the dance has finished. You two go and have fun!"
I smiled more confidently: By the next one, I would have someone to dance with and if it was my older sister!

Rena, Prinzessin von Wißenthen.
"Well, seeing that I am a Princess of that place, I am a bit biased, but I think, it is the most beautiful place in the world.", I said, "It's in the Südhaininseln, which means near-tropical climate, but also the Feuerbergkette just over the horizon, fiery and very active volcanoes. So, we built earthquake-safe. Especially in rural areas, you will find these beautiful houses of stone and and wood, which stand after every quake." I smiled. "But one thing, that'll never change are the rolling hills and wide forests, the soft, white beaches and the tall grass, lush and green. Riding over them feels like flying and it is no surprise, that the Wißenthenland is the home to the second and third most prominent stud farms in Teressien."
I smiled, took in air to continue, as the Orchestra played the jingle.
"Oh...", I said, having lost the thread, "...that late? Dancing's starting. Do you have prior commitments or can I keep on rambling?"

Morgane Macánta of the Tribe of Cork.
As Prince Philippe approached us, Adil was just telling a story from a nun of the Kyrenaian brand of Christianity, causing us to laugh and smile as the Prince came up and introduced himself.
I smiled as the Patriarch of the Kyrenaian Christians, a dark-skinned white-haired man with a red coat, welcomed him. "Of course, Philippe-Amir, you would be very welcome!", he said with nod, then proceeded to motion to the other man in our midst: "Son Excellence Nello Aregnaudeau, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Most Serene Republic of Nouvelle-Dunkerque..."
"Charmed.", he said in his usual to-the-point, but still polite manner.
Adil motioned to me. "...Morgane Macánta of the Tribe of Cork, High Priestess of Cailb..."
I bowed my head respectfully. "It is a great pleasure, Prince Philippe."
Adil motioned to the other woman. "...Miss Safura Mésange..."
"Bonsoir, Prince Philippe.", the Pinkette said.
"...and I am Adil Btryrik, Patriarch of the Kyrenaian Christian Community.", Adil finished and bowed his head. "It's a great honour. I must admit, that I did not hear about Rivienland, but I did hear about the devotion to faith in your country."
That was a new one on me, but any inquiry was interrupted by the Orchestra's Jingle.
"Oh, time for dancing!", I said and smiled into the round, "Sadly, I cannot into Polka, so... I'm sorry, Adil."
"Me neither, don't worry.", he said with a smile.
"And since he...", Safura said and pointed to Aregnaudeau with her thumb, "...is a dead fish on the dance floor..." She turned slightly to offer her hand to Philippe. "...would you be interested in taking this dance with me?" She smiled and let a beat pass. "Unless you have other commitments, of course!"
The offer to stay with us and chat was a given.

Gerulf von Sykane.
I raised an eyebrow at Jolene's smile and the sparkle in her eyes.
Maybe I had been too forward...
"That is a very proud boast.", I said with caution and carefully, rising up to business-mode, tall and colder then when we were talking about dogs. "However, I would prefer careful consideration and the option for sustainable development over a quick buck."
I let a beat pass.
"I am sure, that you would prefer to carefully consider your options, too, before you move in any direction, wouldn't you, Miss Gudfrey?", I added. "So, while your offer to quickly find a buyer is appreciated, I would much rather throw the net out further, as they say."
And then, the jingle ruined the vibe.
I smiled, suddenly, as Rena looked at me as innocently as she could.
"Now, Miss Gudfrey, I must excuse myself. I promised my wife to dance the Polonaise with her and I am a man of my word.", I said and bowed my head lightly, "I hope, that we can reconvene later?"

Bertram Onekel.
I laughed at Ruairi's note about me asking him for advice - who was the older one again?
Besides, I was too old for that anyway. And he might also think about settling down.
His question caused Aaltje to smile. "Yep, Wer anderen eine Grube gräbt is another Teressian Movie. Bertram and Isa Kamma were the leads... it's an old one, from the 50s. Still black and white."
She smiled. It was obvious, that it was a favorite of her by the way she smiled.
Then, the jingle of the orchestra interrupted.
Aaltje looked at me. "We said one of the Polkas is ours.", she stated.
"And I stand by my word.", I replied and bowed my head lightly. Then winked at Ruairi. "Though maybe the young gentleman wants dance the Polonaise?"
I knew, that Aaltje would agree, should he ask her.

The Scarlet Eagle wrote:Bradley
"Interesting, answers Bradley once Aurelia has finished. I'm curious, so could you please tell me more about those drones carriers? Because although the Imperial Navy has started using drones since 2017, mostly helicopters for anti submarine warfare and patrol, and the Coast Guard for patrol since 2018, they don't use a dedicated kind of ship for these tasks. So what do they look like, and what kind of drones they use?"

Agathe
"Oh no, I perfectly understood he was formal, it's just my companion who thought he was cold because his welcome was less elaborated than the guests who precedeed us, so to speak, replies the Dowager Empress to Alvina to clarify the misunderstanding. This is Bradley's first ball as a high-ranking guest after all."
However, before she can continue, she's interrupted by the Empire's anthem resounding from within her small handbag.
"If you'll excuse me," she says to Damir and Alvina, before picking up her phone, and seeing it's no other than her son the Emperor videocalling her.
"Hey sweetie, says Agathe as she takes the call, making appear on her screen the image of her son, clean shaven and with his long black hair not attached, wearing black digitalized camo pants and a black T-Shirt, with a plate carrier over it. On his right thigh, his iconic Colt M1911 made out of a meteor, and his black Ibanez guitar strapped to his back.
-Hey Mom, how are you? replies Anaximander with a smile. Did you had a good trip? How was the arrival at the ball?
-The trip was normal, just like the greeting by Furst Alrich, very formal, although Bradley found it cold.
-Well, welcome into the big game of politics, falses smiles and rivalry, says the Emperor as his mother turns her phone to Myers, who makes a small salute with his index and middle finger, and smirking as well.
-Why thank you Your Imperial Majesty, replies the Colonel with a small smile. But luckily, we found some known faces to help us navigate these unknown waters. I suppose I don't have to introduce you to Princess Aurelia bint-Damir and her father Prince Damir ibn-Razia from the Ilkhanate of Utica, and this charming lady is Alvina, Herzogin von Raycbucht."
As he says that, Agathe turns her phone to the corresmonding faces, so that her son can see them properly.
"Good to see you again Aurelia, and in better shape than in June, says Anax with a smile to the Princess. I hope you don't have nightmares anymore. And good evening to you as well Damir. Looking sharp as always!
Duchess Alvina, it's an honor to meret you, even though it's not in person, continues the Emperor as he makes a small bow of the head to the Herzogin, and puts his right fist to his heart. I hope to see you visit our country one day, he adds with a smile
-Well, for that, you would have to dispel the fact that your mother casually mentioned to her conversation partners the fact that you sometimes show your arse in public at the Imperial Metal Land.
-Oh come on Mom! No! exclaims Anax as he facepalms. You know I've not been doing that since 2013! And before that, I only did twice! Duchess Alvina, please don't believe that part. I've moved past that kind of foolishness, you can believe me."
As he says that, some shouts of approval can be heard in the background.
See? Even my wife and our friends agree, says Anaximander as he moves his smartphone, making appear on Agathe's own a group known to Damir and Aurelia as the Alpha Squadrons, all of them eating sandwichs or drinking.
"My husband is right, he has matured a lot over the years. But as a mother, Agathe always worries a bit too much, but what mother doesn't for her children? asks a young woman dressed similarly to Anax, with the same pistol as him on her right thigh, but with no guitar strapped to her back. As she says that, the Empress Anna Blachkov stands up from the metallic crate she had bern sitting on, and approaches her husband.
"Damir, Aurelia, good to see you again, says Anna to the two Kyrenaians. Herzogin Alvina, pleased to make your acquaintance, she continues with a sincere smile.

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Sometimes I wondered... whether these people were simply stupid, pretended to be stupid in order to fool potential enemies or simply didn't give a damn about manners and decorum.
But one thing after another.
I had wanted to reply to Bradley, that he should look the Yuqiza up on the net, when Agathe's phone rang - a difficult situation to begin with, phones usually stayed in the rooms in Kyrenaia to avoid that, but instead of excusing herself to the patio in order to take the call, she took it here, which was very impolite. And then proceeded to try and rope us into the video chat.
And introduced Anax.
Who ploughed into the shit as if it was his wife and he was horny.
I had mentioned my nightmares to him in good faith and confidence that he would tell about them to his Intelligence Service, but no one else. What did he do? He mentioned it over video chat with a foreign politician (who knew about them, yes, but that was not the point).
I still smiled, although it was a bit strained.
"It was a pleasure, Emperor Anaximander.", Alvina said and then nodded to Agathe in an icy cold fashion, that would make oxygen freeze rock solid. She, Anax and the Empire of the Scarlet Eagle had one chance for a good first impression on the Herzogin of the third-richest duchy in Teressien and they blew it spectacularly. "Dowager-Empress." She turned to Dad and me. "Aurelia, we'll chat more later." Her voice was now considerably warmer, especially as she turned to Dad. "Prince Damir, you remember, that you promised me one of the Quadrilles?"
Dad smiled and bowed. "How could I?", he said, smiled, "We'll meet later."
Alvina nodded. "Indeed." She gave Dad a small curtsy, he was, after all, the older of the two, and then she was off, only slightly indignant, more like bothered, but still...
Dad sighed, then turned back to Agathe and Bradley.
"That could have gone better.", he said and shrugged, "Anyway, the pleasure is ours Anax. I hope you have fun. And I hope, that the relevant press outlets will not print images of your buttocks in the near future."
Before he could continue with anything, the jingle sounded out.
He smiled and bowed his head. "My apologies, that's my signal.", he said and offered his hand to me, who I took it, "I did promise the Polonaise and two other dances to the most beautiful woman in the world and, as you know, I am a liar, a cheater and a promise-breaker, but I would never break a promise to that particular woman."
By then, I blushed quite heavily.
I was a Daddy's Girl, I'll admit it, so it was my weakpoint to be praised like that by him.
"If you would now excuse us?", he said and off we were.

Adalrich von Ehrenback.
I nodded. Draycora and Teressien had quite a bit in common, as it seemed, though not too many things. A conversation would indeed be best to find similarities and differences, to see, where we could build on similarities for long-lasting friendship.
"Before the first dance, usually a Polonaise, we are limited to non-alcoholic drinks, the most popular being lemonades of various descriptions.", I replied to the question, "After the first dance, the attention shifts more to wines and sparkling wines and variations of either. As the evening grows older, small groups may separate to go into one of the salons to enjoy a stiffer drink or go downstairs, into the Beverage Room, where beers and other such drinks are served." I let a beat pass. "The lemonades, teas and similar drinks stay out for the whole evening, though, should one not be willing to drink alcohol."
I wanted to continue, but then the jingle sounded.
"Speaking of the first dance, that is the signal.", I said and bowed my head to the Prince. "Oda and I will not participate in this one, but if You want to go, please do not allow us to stop you."

Lux Pulchrae wrote:A week before the ball

Royal Palace, Citta del Re, Lux Pulchrae
At the Royal Palace it was a regular, especially hot, summer's afternoon. The palace itself was down to skeleton crew's worth of maintenance staff, both in and outside since the only people that actually permanently lived there were the king, Cleone d'Angeli, his parents, staff, and the palace priest. Cleone sat at a bench at one of the estate's many garden. A fountain nearby and bird chirps were about the only noise to be heard, other than approaching footsteps on the marble pathways. Alessandre Giulio Cesare Massimo de Lux Pulchrae, yes the name was quite a mouthful, was on his way to meet Cleone, while being accompanied by a pair of guards.

"Ah, Alessandre, il figlio di Roma, buonasera." he said as he stood up, the guards bowed and promptly left.

"Sua Altezza" Alessandre bowed "You called for me?"

"Yes." Cleone started walking with Alessandre following next to him "There is an event in a rather mild country, Teressien, to which I was invited, but instead I deferred it to you."

"To me? When was this?"

"Yesterday."

"When is it?"

"Next week."

"Next week? You can't just drop me into a random country for an irrelevant event and notify me a week before? We still have to put finishing touches on the mid-year summit at the end of the month."

"Do not worry, it is only a day, maybe two at most. You will miss nothing, because this had everything to do with the summit. It is not just you going, but also Luis de Contanza and Roderique de Marquet. I have cleared all of your schedules."

"What for? A trip with those pagliacci? I don't know, I hardly interact with Roderique."

"This is pivotal. And it remains your priority. Stick to these topics, and the summit won't be so hard on us. Va bene?" he said, handing his advisor a folder.

Alessandre nodded "Tutto bene Sua Altezza" he thought for a second before speaking again "But why there?"

"What's wrong with a nice, all-expenses-paid, trip abroad? This is a high society type deal. Plenty of foreign diplomats, nobility and white gloves to shake hands with. I fully trust in you to do your best for me and the country."

"You're right. And don't worry about a thing, I will have it all under control. Oh, before we part, you wouldn't mind if I brought Constantino? Figured it might be nice he learn a thing or two, maybe meet a few people."

"Well, he's your son, it is not at my discretion that he goes, it's whoever sent that invitation. Now have a good trip, and may it be fruitful Signore Massimo, I expect good news." Cleone extended his right hand, Alessandre then bowed and kissed it, then being relieved and went on his way.

Present
The day came and all involved had arrived after a decent flight, only being a tad late. Among them were Alessandre Giulio Cesare Massimo, a fit, middle-aged nobleman in his early 50s with short, greying brown hair that was swept to the right and a greying beard. He sported a black suit and pants, with a black vest and matching tie. After him was his oldest son, Constantino Innocente, in emulation of his father he wore a similar black attire. He was roughly the same height, maybe an inch taller around 5'10'' and 27 years old. Unlike his father he was clean shaven, and his hair was lighter shade, and also swept to the side.
Next was Luis Antonio Maria de Constanza, the reigning Duke of the Toccamare Province. Compared to his Italic counterparts, he was quite big at 6'3'', almost burly but not so much since his age at 57. He wore a grey suit with matching vest, white shirt and red tie. He had a greying beard that seemed to be catching up with his black hair, which was swept back.
Last was Roderique de Marquet, CEO of Marquet arms, and one of the most prominent of the noble Marquet family. He was about the same height as Constantino, of average build and 38 years old, he wore a black suit with dark grey vest and white shirt.

Before they exited the vehicle and walked up to the entrance, Alessandre gave them a quick warning "Careful men, if you haven't noticed yet, these people are Germanic. So if any of you speak it, speak it now because I sure as hell haven't learned that barbaric tongue. French was the last one." he said with a smile to Roderique.

"Ala merde, Massimo." Roderique shot back

"Should have brought Herr von Blut, or Schweisser or some Alemani." Luis suggested.

"Father, I know a bit, maybe I'll greet them." Constantino answered

"Then by all means boy, take this lead." Alessandre encouraged. Like most nobility, they could all speak multiple languages, those being French, Italian and Spanish, and even English and could understand each other if they kept to their own tongue. However, German being a minuscule language, was usually not bothered with.

They all got out and made their way to the Prince, with Constantino taking the lead addressing the Prince first "Guten Abend, Herr Alrich und Frau Enya." he shook the Prince's hand and kissed the lady's right. "May I present myself, Constantine Innocent Massimo, my father Lord Alessandre, Duke Luis de Constanza and Sir Roderique de Marquet." they all proceeded to follow suit by shaking and kissing hands.

Danceria wrote:Castle Zyng, Grand Ballroom
Aceus and Sabin

“<<Sabin, how on earth am I supposed to dance with all these medals jangling about?>>” Came a silver haired young man’s protest, fiddling with the various golden medals present on his uniform. It was a nice, emerald green that brought out his eyes, accented with yellow-gold to shine against his almost silver white hair. Stockily built, though not nearly as muscular as his compatriot who stood a full head taller than him, he was the charming young monarch of Danceria, Aceus Elurion. “<<It’s to get you to be used to the uniform for the Pentennial.>>” his taller companion, one Sabin of Figaro would explain. “<<Quit fiddling with the medals!>>”
“<<You at least get to wear the easier suit.>>” Aceus would roll his eyes and survey the ballroom. He seemed to be attending them more and more, and had only arrived mostly to keep an eye on the young Berengar, who currently escorted his daughter across the dance floor. By no means was he a worrywart, the Prusso-Pole had already been very courteous in asking, and Erika insisted on going on her own...but there was something that held the King’s gaze and his heart.

A woman of short but shimmering gold hair, her ruby eyes slightly touched with tears...near another man. Internally batting aside the twinge of jealousy, he looked to Sabin and nodded. “<<Looks like your intel was good, and they said you couldn’t be a diplomat.>>” Sabin nodded in kind, as the duo entered into the throng itself, “<<You thinkin’ about dragging me over to the Kyrenaians once we’ve paid our dues to the Host?>>”
“<<Only if you don’t mind seeing Aurelia again.>>” Aceus held a small grin as he excused himself while effortlessly navigating the kaleidoscopic crowd. “<<I think she likes you more than she may like Ed.>>” This resulted in a chuckle for both, as they made their way to Fürst und frau “<<We shouldn’t deprive Berengar of his date so easily.>>”
With that, and shortly behind the Pulchreans, the two Dancerians waited patiently to say their “how-do-you-dos” and “thank-you-for-having-us-heres” no doubt doused upon the poor couple at the moment.

Aceus allowed a small smile, he knew what a sore arm after a long successful night of hand-shaking felt like.

Rev. Stavros Galanis

Had it really been that long since he last wore a cassock? As well as a kalimavkion? Even though both headwear and the clerical attire were far from ornamental, and much to his approval was among the most plain looking of attendees present. It was a plain fact at the end of the day he was an aerhandir, or as many Christians may call “Fool-For-Christ”. Cocktail parties and opulent banquets were a far cry from the comfortable pieces of cardboard he had called a bed for the past fifteen years. Still, he cleaned up nicely, though between the tonsure, his age, and how God made him, there wasn’t too much hair to groom or a beard to trim. His admirers practically forced a set of technologically advanced glasses unto him, to alleviate his blindness. While he definitely appreciated the sentiment of seeing colours again, as well as its use in picking people out of a crowd, “firebrand ascetic” and “access to advanced medical technology” didn’t always mix. On the subject of crowds, and the persons therein, it appeared Their Lordships of Elurion seemed to take to the scene like a bird to wing. Sabin, being the more reluctant of fledglings, preferring to keep an eye on Erika Byrnes and a familiar face rather than dive into the ball proper. No doubt under the pretense of Aceus reuniting with the Princess Fara.

A small smile tugged at the elder’s lips, as he spotted Aurelia and Damir. He would speak to them before the time is done, no doubt, but the night was still young. It would be proper to introduce himself to Miss Enya Findehoof and the good Fürst, who hosted the occasion. Afterwards to the “Patriarch” Adil Btryrik, and to fence in riddles and rhetoric as the theologically inclined often would. A prayer to Theotokos to quell his pride, for pride goeth before a fall, and he would ride on the currents of the King’s pride and ambitions, rather than his own. To confound the plans and plots of pagans was a guilty pastime of his.

Author Note: Whenever characters speak <<like this>>, they are speaking in a different language, typically Sindarin

Note: Quote modified by removal of spoiler tags.

Enya Findehoof.
When the people from Lux Pulchrae came, the first thing I noted was the similarity between the apparent leader of the delegation, Alessandre Giulio Cesare Massimo, and the one speaking, Constantino Innocente, who was indeed his son, as it turned out.
The other two... Luis Antonio Maria de Constanza, a big and massive man, reminded me a bit of my Papa's predecessor as Ambassador of the Principality to the Free Lands, and Roderique de Marquet, was quite unremarkable in appearance.
What they were remarkable in were manners. Firm handshakes, kissed hands, all was there, and despite his name, I had the feeling, that Constantino was anything but 'innocent'. He also spoke quite a good German.
After all was said and done, Alrich nodded, then spoke to Constantino in Teressian German, the vowels slightly elongated, an enunciation, which seemed almost overdone and an inflection, which bordered on sounding bored. I did not know that, but it might remind the guests of Austrians.
"Please relay to your father, that it is a pleasure to meet you all and that I hope, that we can talk later more.", he said and then added, in Italian, which was not exactly fluid, but close to it: "And please relay to your father, that he has a well-raised son, who, I hope, will find the evening interesting in more ways then the lessons in dancing he is sure to learn. I hope, that we can talk more later tonight. Please enjoy the party!"
I saw the mischief dancing in his eyes and I had the feeling, that he would try to play matchmaker - better leave that to the Big Girls, Alrich!
With that, the four were welcomed and free to mingle, with the next group approaching and, I must say, that Princess Fara had taste! Aceus Elurion of course stood like a candle versus the floodlights that were Alrich, but at least he was a good-looking candle. His companion was not bad either, but both weren't my taste.
The last one of the small group, the blind priest, made me pity him. I did not think, that it was nice to loose the light in the eyes, to see - or rather to not see. Advanced Medical Technology sure to alleviate it a bit, but I did not think, that it came close.
"Your Royal Highness.", Alrich greeted Aceus and bowed his head lightly, both to him and his companions. I bowed my head as well, hand over my heart to Aceus, as it was actually the Selkie-way, but I was half-Selkie, so that was alright. Alrich continued to both of the other two: "Your Grace, Your Excellency." A small shift in posture made clear, that he spoke to all three again as he rose up. "Both Enya and I are deeply honoured to welcome you to Schloss Zyng tonight and we both hope, that you'll all have much enjoyment on this evening."
Just then, the jingle sounded out and Alrich smiled apologetically.
"I must excuse myself and Enya, I am afraid.", he continued in Italian, "That was the signal for the Polonaise and I am bound by duty as host and by a promise made to a young lady, that I am to lead it with said young lady." He bowed his head lightly and respectfully. "I hope, that we have the chance to talk more later."
Danceria's reputation as a place of culture, by the ways of a Kyrenaian Prince, who was still crushing on a Dancerian Spitfire, had found its way to Teressien.
And with that, we were off.

It took three minutes from the 'jingle' of the orchestra to said orchestra getting on with it and starting to play the music.
It was a Polonaise, which meant, that it was not a dance in the strict sense, but a round dance, that was danced by pairs striding with majestic and graceful steps in a moderate tempo in certain figures over the dance floor.
It's exact origins were unimportant.
Important was the striding, starting with the plié, the light bending of one leg, the other leg then being stretched, two steps following. Although slow by nature, the Polonaise was enriched by the different figures.
The core was the round dance, the Reigen, the pairs assembled behind each other, female partner to the right, male partner to the left, the female partner putting her left onto the right of her partner's, both ramrod straight and head held high. Time to bow to each other would come often enough.
And so, it happened, that Fürst Alrich III. and Miss Enya Findehoof, a.k.a. Miss Enya Cíochach of the Tribe of Navan, led the Reigen of dancers onto the dance floor to the masterful music of the Stadtorchester Zyng (who played Franz Schubert, Polonaise in B flat, D.580).
Which other pairs were on the dance floor? Prince Damir and Princess Aurelia could easily be spotted. Same with Baronin Wilrun and Khalid Faris, Mailo and Isa Gudhamun, Gerulf and Rena von Sykane...
Traditionalists would be scandalized by Erblin Piteog of the Tribe of Wicklow and Sirlám Scriúire of the Tribe of Cork, two men, dancing with each other (Erblin having the make part). His fellow air racer Raidri Leathchúpla of the Tribe of Navan and his girlfriend Kiah Irisleabhar of the Tribe of Waterford were coming quite early in the Reigen, testament to the arrogance of Leathchúpla, which his girlfriend took in stride. Yvain Saighead of the Tribe of Westmeath, SDY's Representative tonight, was teaching his daughter Isla Saighead of the Tribe of Westmeath right there, as one could see at the lip movements of the man.
None of the present spirituality took their dates out for the spin and quite a few people were standing on the sidelines - though, who was amongst them? And who danced with whom?
The lenses of the three photographers of the court, who were present and officially accredited, were cleaned.

by **Lux Pulchrae** » Sun Aug 11, 2019 1:15 am

Constantino smiled and nodded "Danke-, er, grazie Sua Maestat." the four then walked further into the ballroom which was already filled with people, and quite a cast of characters it was with people from all over. Constantino walked next to his father ans was about to relay the message Prince Alrich had given him "Father, the Prince said to relay-"

"'Tantino, I know what he said, I was there, no?"

"Oh. My mistake."

"It is ok, I understand your attention to orders. You are nervous, you don't want to screw up in front of anyone on your first diplomatic outing, especially the people here. Especially girls here. Am I right?" he playfully shook his head, almost ruining his hair "Sorry about that."

Constantino gave smile and a little chuckle "It's okay father. And of course, I am a bit nervous, but nothing is too big for a Massimo, eh? We made it this far." they shook hands and laughed, that should have been their family motto.

"My Lord!" the group's attention was brought to Luis who pointed with his lips "Look at that torre bastard." the person he referred to was a rather tall, no, REALLY tall man in a Germanic looking military uniform, easily above Luis' height by maybe three or for inches.

"Well we can't stand and walk forever, we're old dogs" Alessandre said as they found a table to sit at(assuming there are).

"Speak for yourself old man." Roderique smirked "You have two young studs here." he said as he stood Constantino up and pinched his cheek, the younger jerking his head away.

"I'm like ten years younger than you are. And aren't you married?" he rubbed his pinched cheek.

"Annulled. But that doesn't matter, let's go get some drinks." he steered Constantino with a hand over his shoulder. It was rather odd, he had only met Roderique a handful of times throughout the years, mostly at gatherings, but not enough to warrant a solid friendship. It was better than nothing at the moment.

"Pretty sure they bring drinks to you at these things."

"You're telling me what they do at a ball? I've been to more than I care to count, the best drinks you ask for at the source" they stopped and spotted a maidservant, "Excusez moi madame-" he stopped and thought to himself for a quick second fuck I don't know German. "Psst, Constantino, ask her where the bar is, or its equivalent."

"Hallo fraulein, is there a bar here by any chance?"

Back at the table, the other two watched as they darted off, "What a pair of clowns. Especially Roderique, give him a chance to get loose and he'll take it." Luis commented with his deep, almost bass-like voice.

"Yeah, they'll be fine, I hope."

by **Folaisia** » Sun Aug 11, 2019 3:01 am

At this point, Ruairi finished his glass. When Bertram mentioned that a dance to the Polonaise with Aaltje had an open slot, he took a glance at him, then at the alluring actress.

"Well, since you have spot in dancing with the bonnie lassie," he then replied with nonchalance, then smiling as he turned to face Bertram, "I'd be delighted to take the opportunity."

by **Shikonjima** » Sun Aug 11, 2019 10:47 am

Teressien wrote:Heda, Prinzessin von Dorch.
Vin smiled and wanted to say something, but I was quicker, pointing at him with my thumb: "Oh, I know the feeling! Though, with him, it's not only limited to car manufacturer test sites, but also to film sets." I grinned at Vin's incredulous expression. "To be fair, he is a student of Movie-Directing and aspiring movie critic, so he has an excuse!"
"Sounds better!", Vin said with a grin, then turned back to Shiruko. "Anyway... the GT-123 is a solid choice. 2.6 tons of Grand Tourer Convertible, 5.3 metres long, nearly two wide, with space for four passengers and a 6,600 cc, Twin-Turbo, V-12 engine, which they had to[/i] limit it to 250 km/h - otherwise, you could crack the 300 easily with that thing!" He grinned. "Call the domestic market price around 300,000 NSD and we are about right."
And just then, the orchestra played a small tune, which called to dance and I smiled.
"Well, I hate to break this pleasant conversation up, but I am afraid, that we now have a date with the dance floors, Prince Keoke.", I said to the man with a smile, patting the pocket, where my dance card has disappeared to. Then I offered my arm to him to link, with a grin. "Shall I lead?"
"First one's a Polonaise.", Vin told the ladies and offered his arm Shiruko: "Milady." He smiled at the Princess. "May I ask you for this dance?"
[...]

It took three minutes from the 'jingle' of the orchestra to said orchestra getting on with it and starting to play the music.
It was a Polonaise, which meant, that it was not a dance in the strict sense, but a round dance, that was danced by pairs striding with majestic and graceful steps in a moderate tempo in certain figures over the dance floor.
It's exact origins were unimportant.
Important was the striding, starting with the plié, the light bending of one leg, the other leg then being stretched, two steps following. Although slow by nature, the Polonaise was enriched by the different figures.
The core was the round dance, the Reigen, the pairs assembled behind each other, female partner to the right, male partner to the left, the female partner putting her left onto the right of her partner's, both ramrod straight and head held high. Time to bow to each other would come often enough.
And so, it happened, that Fürst Alrich III. and Miss Enya Findehoof, a.k.a. Miss Enya Cíochach of the Tribe of Navan, led the Reigen of dancers onto the dance floor to the masterful music of the Stadtorchester Zyng (who played Franz Schubert, Polonaise in B flat, D.580).
Which other pairs were on the dance floor? Prince Damir and Princess Aurelia could easily be spotted. Same with Baronin Wilrun and Khalid Faris, Mailo and Isa Gudhamun, Gerulf and Rena von Sykane...
Traditionalists would be scandalized by Erblin Piteog of the Tribe of Wicklow and Sirlám Scriúire of the Tribe of Cork, two men, dancing with each other (Erblin having the make part). His fellow air racer Raidri Leathchúpla of the Tribe of Navan and his girlfriend Kiah Irisleabhar of the Tribe of Waterford were coming quite early in the Reigen, testament to the arrogance of Leathchúpla, which his girlfriend took in stride. Yvain Saighead of the Tribe of Westmeath, SDY's Representative tonight, was teaching his daughter Isla Saighead of the Tribe of Westmeath right there, as one could see at the lip movements of the man.
None of the present spirituality took their dates out for the spin and quite a few people were standing on the sidelines - though, who was amongst them? And who danced with whom?
The lenses of the three photographers of the court, who were present and officially accredited, were cleaned.

The Shikonjimanese Royals had to grin at Heda's remark, that Vin was an aspiring movie critic - after all, he would be reasonably be likely to write critics on the movies Shiruko starred in, should they ever find their way into these parts.
Vin explained the technical details of the HMW GT-123, its speed limited to 250 km/h, certainly to comply with Teressien's legislation on vehicle registration, but could easily crack the 300 km/h threshold. The market price was ... enormous.
Their conversation got interrupted by the orchestra's 'jingle', calling to dance. It was time for the Polonaise. Heda offered her arm to link to Keoke, an offer he quickly accepted; Shiko linked arms with Vin, then they moved to the dancefloor.
Both Shikonjimanese would leave the leading to their Teressian dance partners - considering, that this style of dance (in the widest sense of the term) was rather uncommon on the Island of the Four Souls, this was probably not such a bad idea.
They would find in quickly, though.
Princess Kyouko watched them with excitement - as did the Speed Junkie and her honorary cousin. Taking sips from their lemonades, they spectated the round dance, led by Prince Alrich and Enya. One would see a lot of well-known pairs, one of the most prominent ones amongst them being Princess Aurelia and her Dad; also Baronin Wilrun with her Plus One and further prominent couples were to see. One would also see two Selkie-Men in the Reigen, and while this would certainly be a scandal in many parts of the world, there was nothing unusual about it from the standpoint of someone from Shikonjima.
Three photographers of the court would make sure, that the world wouldn't miss this.
Kyouko, Shiruko, and Jirou exchanged a few words in Shikonjimanese, and judging by their grins, one would easily get what they were talking about - their relatives, more or less close, did a good job on the dancefloor.

by **Kuronami** » Sun Aug 11, 2019 10:56 am

Teressien wrote:Princess Fara bint-Dardan.
I hung my shoulders, accepted the handkerchief.
"Thank you.", I said, carefully dabbed my eyes - I did not wear much makeup, but what little I wore did not need the additional damage. "I saw it in her eyes, that she had the best intent... yet I blew it..."
Well, Fara, can't do anything right, girl, eh?
"I will not hold anything against her. In fact, I don't think I could.", I added, "Please, Benedict-Khan, when you meet up with her, tell her, that I am sorry and that she should not let a woman like me ruin her heart. She will need it."

"I'll tell her if I can find her. Assuming she didn't dart away to the ladies room and lock herself in but a good chance she'll calm down and come back to the floor before too long. And I'm sure the two of you will bump into each other again and who knows maybe become friends. Cecee, she's a nice woman."

by **AHSCA** » Sun Aug 11, 2019 12:27 pm

Teressien wrote:Kiah Findehoof.
I blushed.
"Well, I don't know her that good... I mean, it would be a miracle, if she remembered me from the two-and-a-half times we met...", I admitted, "But if you want to go..."
Just then, the jingle sounded out.
I smiled sadly.
"Well, that's the signal for the first dance, a Polonaise.", I said and smiled, "My boyfriend actually wanted to take that one with me before he had to stay in Fortham." I sighed. "If you want, I'll wait here until the dance has finished. You two go and have fun!"
I smiled more confidently: By the next one, I would have someone to dance with and if it was my older sister!

The two girls sat back down each letting out a cathartic chuckle "Hehehe well I suppose we're overthinking things a bit. If we want to meet her, no reason at this open party we couldn't walk right up to her and say hello ourselves." Now the music cued "Oh a dance."

"Well then, Miela, if you'd delight me so?" Pacifica stood again offering her hand

"Oh what do I know about dancing to this?"

"Come on, dance is dance, move to the steps and rhythm. Tribal or stringy." Miela did accept Pacifica's offer and the two locked hands deciding to share a dance. Miela wasn't bad actually, she just followed Pacifica's lead. "Where did you learn to dance?" Miela questioned

"My mother of course. Always a big dancer herself and lover of music."

by **Port Ember** » Sun Aug 11, 2019 2:45 pm

Teressien Qoute

Gerulf von Sykane.
I raised an eyebrow at Jolene's smile and the sparkle in her eyes.
Maybe I had been too forward...
"That is a very proud boast.", I said with caution and carefully, rising up to business-mode, tall and colder then when we were talking about dogs. "However, I would prefer careful consideration and the option for sustainable development over a quick buck."
I let a beat pass.
"I am sure, that you would prefer to carefully consider your options, too, before you move in any direction, wouldn't you, Miss Gudfrey?", I added. "So, while your offer to quickly find a buyer is appreciated, I would much rather throw the net out further, as they say."
And then, the jingle ruined the vibe.
I smiled, suddenly, as Rena looked at me as innocently as she could.
"Now, Miss Gudfrey, I must excuse myself. I promised my wife to dance the Polonaise with her and I am a man of my word.", I said and bowed my head lightly, "I hope, that we can reconvene later?"

Jolene Gudfrey in conversation with the von Sykane's

Jolene's immediate joy was slightly snubbed by Gerulf's change in attitude and his response, with his demeanor changing slighly colder than before.

Jolene had to fight hard to maintain her composure and smile, as this stranger have just insulted her deeply, by accusing her of being an idiotic businesswomen, not knowing the way to sustainable business - chasing the 'quick buck'.

Contrary to some's belief, Jolene knew exactly what she was doing. She would not have been one of the richest people in the world, especially at the ripe age of only 26.

After a quick deep thought she realised that he most probaly did not mean his comment as a insult, problem was that he took her challenge statement as literal. She let out a soft sigh - she blames the german genetics...

She quickly replied as the conversation has clearly ended, "Oh Mister von Skokane, appologies - you misunderstand my statement. Please excuse my Port Emberian flair.. Please do enjoy your eve and your dance. It was lovely to meet both of you." She offered a soft bow before retreating, in order not to get in the way of the dancing which was to unfold.

Jolene walked to the nearest waitress to get a drink, as she unfortunately did not have a dancing partner.

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