A Convocation of Crowns - MT - IC - MTO Primarily

[Dahon]

Kiako's eyes widened in surprise. "Wha-- I--" was what she managed to utter at first; she hadn't noticed the blonde-haired noble so near her before he brought himself to her attention. Now, come to think of it, I think I also forgot his name. Better to ask him later.

She wouldn't be Kiako Watanabe if she didn't recover quickly, however, and Kiako answered with her accustomed pluck, and maybe a hint of a sly smile, "The pleasure is mine, truly. But I'll have to warn you: dancing is not something I excel at."

"Teaching dancing however, is mine." he countered, pride for pluck. "As long as you don't trip over your own feet, anyone can learn to dance with ease." he would offer his arm to escort the Dahonian woman onto the ballroom. "That is, if you don't mind dancing with a Dancerian man."

"You're saying Dancerian men are walking, talking traps, good sir?" Kiako replied in good humor, arching a delicate eyebrow for effect. "Well obliged to you for warning me. Not to brag, but I'm very used to traps, be they in human form or not; let's say only a few have succeeded in trapping me." Her hand reached out for his, as she went on, "But tell me, Mr. Trap, tell me your name, for I seem to have not catched it earlier."

[Danceria]

"Teaching dancing however, is mine." he countered, pride for pluck. "As long as you don't trip over your own feet, anyone can learn to dance with ease." he would offer his arm to escort the Dahonian woman onto the ballroom. "That is, if you don't mind dancing with a Dancerian man."

"You're saying Dancerian men are walking, talking traps, good sir?" Kiako replied in good humor, arching a delicate eyebrow for effect. "Well obliged to you for warning me. Not to brag, but I'm very used to traps, be they in human form or not; let's say only a few have succeeded in trapping me." Her hand reached out for his, as she went on, "But tell me, Mr. Trap, tell me your name, for I seem to have not catched it earlier."

He chuckled, his mind thinking to a rather different form of trap (granted, his long hair could pull off the look, if the Elurion broad shoulders had skipped him). "No, no good miss. We do not entrap, snare, nor bind. We dance. Though we may gently caress," his hand found it's way to her torso, "or seize with a passion," her hand would be quickly grasped, gently kissed, and found in the atypical position of a waltz. "Dancerians do not deceive or entrap. We merely take our chances as they come, and let the music guide us to our hearts desire."

A little flowery, but she certainly came out the gate with a bit of shrewd banter, the Dancerian would admit to himself. The waltz was simple, square-like motion across the ballroom. "As for the name of this particular...invitation, shall we call it." the blond would bow his head slightly. "Edgar Reni Castamir, By the Grace of the Valar and Will of the People, Grand Duke of the Realms of Harad and Figaro. CEO of the Figaro Foundation, specifically the head of engineering. My work is to make sure that Danerian natural gas and oil flow freely." As the dance wound to a close, he inquired before the next classical piece began "What of yourself, good miss? You speak of traps, but traps are usually for hunters. If I be a hunter, what would I have caught? A fair doe..." Edgar smirk turned to a mock-predatory one, "Or a ferocious tigress?"

[Icadias]

The Queen was unexpectedly late.Back home, she had to deal with tremendous affairs and alike.Before going, she had left her trusty Lady to take care of the nation while she's gone."This better be good", mumbles herself.

After politely passing the guards and the gate, she would make her way in and was tremendously astonished to hear the beautiful music and people dancing."Such astonishment, this is truly one thing".She would be elegantly and beautifully suited in a white gown."If it is such luck today"

[Semparia]

“Are you ok there?” Janice addressed Artter. “Here let’s find you something to drink,” she said as she waved over a waiter, grabbing two cups of whatever was there and handing one to him, “Seem a tad nervous, trust me, I am aswell, learned to hide it though.” She’d take a sip of her drink.

[Dahon]

"You're saying Dancerian men are walking, talking traps, good sir?" Kiako replied in good humor, arching a delicate eyebrow for effect. "Well obliged to you for warning me. Not to brag, but I'm very used to traps, be they in human form or not; let's say only a few have succeeded in trapping me." Her hand reached out for his, as she went on, "But tell me, Mr. Trap, tell me your name, for I seem to have not catched it earlier."

He chuckled, his mind thinking to a rather different form of trap (granted, his long hair could pull off the look, if the Elurion broad shoulders had skipped him). "No, no good miss. We do not entrap, snare, nor bind. We dance. Though we may gently caress," his hand found it's way to her torso, "or seize with a passion," her hand would be quickly grasped, gently kissed, and found in the atypical position of a waltz. "Dancerians do not deceive or entrap. We merely take our chances as they come, and let the music guide us to our hearts desire."

A little flowery, but she certainly came out the gate with a bit of shrewd banter, the Dancerian would admit to himself. The waltz was simple, square-like motion across the ballroom. "As for the name of this particular...invitation, shall we call it." the blond would bow his head slightly. "Edgar Reni Castamir, By the Grace of the Valar and Will of the People, Grand Duke of the Realms of Harad and Figaro. CEO of the Figaro Foundation, specifically the head of engineering. My work is to make sure that Danerian natural gas and oil flow freely." As the dance wound to a close, he inquired before the next classical piece began "What of yourself, good miss? You speak of traps, but traps are usually for hunters. If I be a hunter, what would I have caught? A fair doe..." Edgar smirk turned to a mock-predatory one, "Or a ferocious tigress?"

As Kiako and her gilded trap glided down the ballroom she somewhat stiffly and he somewhat suavely, step after step to the waltz' willful wallop, she felt herself getting led on. Not by word, for she knew she could match wits with anyone on earth in a war of words, but by deed: her two left feet had not been handled so deftly before.

This is seriously impressive, she said to herself, I wonder if he's a dancing instructor on the side?

"Interesting question," was what Kiako said in reply, "Kiako Watanabe, one of the three kami, all of us queens of our realms, of a little archipelago in the Indian Ocean. A kiang, if you will." A pause, the better to concentrate on her feet. "A species of wild ass, and our national animal, even though we don't have them in our shores any longer." Another pause to catch her breath. "Whoo. Why a kiang, Your Grace? Take a guess."

She flashed a sly grin to match his smile.

[Narduo]

The Queen was unexpectedly late. She had been busy back at home, dealing with tremendous affairs and the like. Before going, she had left her trusty Lady to take care of the nation in her absence. "This better be good", she mumbled to herself.

After politely passing the guards and the gate, she made her way in and was greatly astonished to hear the beautiful music and see people dancing. "Such astonishment,This is truly one thing".

She would be elegantly and beautifully suited in a white gown. "If it is such luck today"

Royal Palace, Main Hall, Banquet table.
09:39 n.r. (napre ren), barely a minute into the music.

Janik Niko had been watching Nui sample the many Dancerian delicacies, inwardly sighing to himself. Unlike his friend, he had kept stoic watch of their surroundings. Only leaving post to dispose of his slice of lasagna, cup of water and keep watch on his comrade. I swear, Nui, you'll never survive rationing.

Just then, he noticed movement at the corner of his eye, turning his head to face the newcomer royal. It was a young lady of sorts dressed in a white gown, had recently arrived, asking the guards to let her through. "El'bek?" he asked outloud, luckily no one hearing his Narduan swearing.

He turned back to Nui, his comrade's gas mask dangling of the side of his face as he tried to find a seat for his plate of foods. Niko just shook his head, And to think I was the hungry one...

He really had not expected Nui to go full offensive on the food... but then again, he never expected that he would receive lasagna while on sentry duty all because of a nice waiter asking if he wanted anything. Either way, one thing was clear. How he expected to respond to the new royal was all up to him... Engage, monitor or ignore?

Judging from the way she marvelled at the decorum, Niko was guessing that she would probably not take too kindly to a Narduan soldier like himself - all fully dressed in formal jalakorum matt-black and a facial gas mask - attempting to investigate/interrogate her... Monitor. He maintained omninous watch of the new royal, following her movement, occasionally looking at the other royals.

Such was the life of a lone sentry...

“Are you ok there?” Janice addressed Artter. “Here let’s find you something to drink,” she said as she waved over a waiter, grabbing two cups of whatever was there and handing one to him, “Seem a tad nervous, trust me, I am aswell, learned to hide it though.” She’d take a sip of her drink.

Royal Palace, Main Hall, a few meters away from the growing dance center.
09:39 n.r. (napre ren), barely a minute into the music.

"Tad?" Artter asked, Ighim Xeoy turning toward him and explaining to him what it meant.

"Tin, Lar-Rexen."

His eyes widened at that. "Oh." He turned back to the Queen. "Ah, tisav, Your Majesty." He grabbed the drink - a strange brown-orange cocktail with a mint-leaf on top -, taking a sip from it too.

The cool breverage seemingly washed away his worries in that instant. "It is just that I never learned to ballroom dance, Narduo is no monarchy. We are... Paxanum. It is, eh, uh-"

Xeoy mentally rolled his eyes at that, deciding to serve as a translator for the meantime. "Republic, Queen Janice. My Lar-Rexen meant to say Republic."

"Thank you, Ighim." He looked back at her. "Yes, a republic. Our nobility's place in politics is no longer as prominent as it once was."

[Semparia]

She nods “I never learned to dance either, my father wasn’t the dancing ty-“ She gets interrupted by her phone ringing, she quickly grabs it out of her pocket and awensers, “Yes? Ah, ok.” She listens for a moment to the phone “Don’t poke them further, we got them out so we don’t need to engage them.” She shuts it back off, “Anyways, where was I? My father wasn’t the dancing type and I take after him, so I understand how you feel.”

[Narduo]

"What type was he?"

Ighim Xeoy could feel the sweat forming on his neck. No, you didn't Artter... He could not believe that Artter would just straight up ask that, as if the man were long dead... but then again, he was still unused to speaking in English. It was no wonder he barely understood the gravity of his current words - he pretty much just formed them on the spot with the little words he knew.

Either way, he would hope for the best and quietly pray that this Queen Janice would be kind enough to let that insensitive remark slide...

[Semparia]

“”He was the type of man that would unite a country, but couldn’t exactly run it, to be honest.” She seemed to take the remark in stride, as if this was something she was asked commonly “He was an excel military leader no doubt, but not a political one. I am not as much of a military leader as he was, but I did pick up on some of his habits, being his daughter, and so never got around to learning how to dance.”

[Icadias]

The Queen was unexpectedly late. She had been busy back at home, dealing with tremendous affairs and the like. Before going, she had left her trusty Lady to take care of the nation in her absence. "This better be good", she mumbled to herself.

After politely passing the guards and the gate, she made her way in and was greatly astonished to hear the beautiful music and see people dancing. "Such astonishment,This is truly one thing".

She would be elegantly and beautifully suited in a white gown. "If it is such luck today"

Royal Palace, Main Hall, Banquet table.
09:39 n.r. (napre ren), barely a minute into the music.

Janik Niko had been watching Nui sample the many Dancerian delicacies, inwardly sighing to himself. Unlike his friend, he had kept stoic watch of their surroundings. Only leaving post to dispose of his slice of lasagna, cup of water and keep watch on his comrade. I swear, Nui, you'll never survive rationing.

Just then, he noticed movement at the corner of his eye, turning his head to face the newcomer royal. It was a young lady of sorts dressed in a white gown, had recently arrived, asking the guards to let her through. "El'bek?" he asked outloud, luckily no one hearing his Narduan swearing.

He turned back to Nui, his comrade's gas mask dangling of the side of his face as he tried to find a seat for his plate of foods. Niko just shook his head, And to think I was the hungry one...

He really had not expected Nui to go full offensive on the food... but then again, he never expected that he would receive lasagna while on sentry duty all because of a nice waiter asking if he wanted anything. Either way, one thing was clear. How he expected to respond to the new royal was all up to him... Engage, monitor or ignore?

Judging from the way she marvelled at the decorum, Niko was guessing that she would probably not take too kindly to a Narduan soldier like himself - all fully dressed in formal jalakorum matt-black and a facial gas mask - attempting to investigate/interrogate her... Monitor. He maintained omninous watch of the new royal, following her movement, occasionally looking at the other royals.

Such was the life of a lone sentry...

“Are you ok there?” Janice addressed Artter. “Here let’s find you something to drink,” she said as she waved over a waiter, grabbing two cups of whatever was there and handing one to him, “Seem a tad nervous, trust me, I am aswell, learned to hide it though.” She’d take a sip of her drink.

Royal Palace, Main Hall, a few meters away from the growing dance center.
09:39 n.r. (napre ren), barely a minute into the music.

"Tad?" Artter asked, Ighim Xeoy turning toward him and explaining to him what it meant.

"Tin, Lar-Rexen."

His eyes widened at that. "Oh." He turned back to the Queen. "Ah, tisav, Your Majesty." He grabbed the drink - a strange brown-orange cocktail with a mint-leaf on top -, taking a sip from it too.

The cool breverage seemingly washed away his worries in that instant. "It is just that I never learned to ballroom dance, Narduo is no monarchy. We are... Paxanum. It is, eh, uh-"

Xeoy mentally roled his eyes at that, deciding to serve as a translator for the meantime. "Republic, Queen Janice. My Lar-Rexen meant to say Republic."

"Thank you, Ighim." He looked back at her. "Yes, a republic. Our nobility's place in politics is no longer as prominent as it once was."

A small and seemingly unnoticed incident caught her eye,in it,she saw a person going nuts on the food."Well,they'll make good company".She would gracefully make her way to them,passing by the guests carefully.Noticing that one of them is in soldier-like uniform,she decided to play around with that soldier for a moment."Stand easy soldier,Queen Catherine I,Queendom Of Icadias".Being a current soldier herself back home,she's exceptionally skilled in adressing personnels

[Danceria]

He chuckled, his mind thinking to a rather different form of trap (granted, his long hair could pull off the look, if the Elurion broad shoulders had skipped him). "No, no good miss. We do not entrap, snare, nor bind. We dance. Though we may gently caress," his hand found it's way to her torso, "or seize with a passion," her hand would be quickly grasped, gently kissed, and found in the atypical position of a waltz. "Dancerians do not deceive or entrap. We merely take our chances as they come, and let the music guide us to our hearts desire."

A little flowery, but she certainly came out the gate with a bit of shrewd banter, the Dancerian would admit to himself. The waltz was simple, square-like motion across the ballroom. "As for the name of this particular...invitation, shall we call it." the blond would bow his head slightly. "Edgar Reni Castamir, By the Grace of the Valar and Will of the People, Grand Duke of the Realms of Harad and Figaro. CEO of the Figaro Foundation, specifically the head of engineering. My work is to make sure that Danerian natural gas and oil flow freely." As the dance wound to a close, he inquired before the next classical piece began "What of yourself, good miss? You speak of traps, but traps are usually for hunters. If I be a hunter, what would I have caught? A fair doe..." Edgar smirk turned to a mock-predatory one, "Or a ferocious tigress?"

As Kiako and her gilded trap glided down the ballroom she somewhat stiffly and he somewhat suavely, step after step to the waltz' willful wallop, she felt herself getting led on. Not by word, for she knew she could match wits with anyone on earth in a war of words, but by deed: her two left feet had not been handled so deftly before.

This is seriously impressive, she said to herself, I wonder if he's a dancing instructor on the side?

"Interesting question," was what Kiako said in reply, "Kiako Watanabe, one of the three kami, all of us queens of our realms, of a little archipelago in the Indian Ocean. A kiang, if you will." A pause, the better to concentrate on her feet. "A species of wild ass, and our national animal, even though we don't have them in our shores any longer." Another pause to catch her breath. "Whoo. Why a kiang, Your Grace? Take a guess."

She flashed a sly grin to match his smile.

"Hmm..." Edgar paused to gaze through his mental database, then upon the figure of the Kami. "Stiff but strong legs? I presume that being a compliment, since none would dare to call a queen ugly to her face. Especially someone such as yourself." Eventually through continuous practice, he hoped that the Kami would relax and allow for the more sweeping movements of Dancerian waltzing. "I've heard of fair Dahon, and of it's Kamis, but never thought I'd be lucky to meet one in person. I believe the Dahonians helped with the Songkran celebration last year..." he reminisced.

Indeed, Danceria had a surprisingly large amount of "Bahrati" (persons from India) and Southeast Asians, and the festivals such as Songkran, and Ganesh Chaturthi found their way into the stalwart Dancerian cultural mix. Around the ballroom, a few esteemed veterans of the Partisan Wars and their respective children, were of clearly Oriental origin.

[Icadias]

She would give a nice pat on the shoulder before adressing the man who seems to be fussing with his food."I'm really worried that you might get choked up from that kind of action.Please be careful,sir".She continued to stand gracefully,possibly trying to make friends."By the way,you have no worries of my standard or traditional protocols being utilised here.I am free to talk to"

[Lux Pulchrae]

Hearing the ballroom music play, it caught Lourdes’ attention. She leaned into Cleone’s ear, whispering “Lets ditch this old man, si? A bailar.”

A smile appeared on Cleone’s face at her request “That’s one way of putting it. Why not go ahead without me and I’ll meet you in a couple minutes. We’ll dance all night if you want.”

This caused Lourdes to sigh in a slightly frustrated manner “Fine, I’ll go. But I’ll see you soon, promise?”

“Go ahead, enjoy yourself, don’t worry about me.” he responded, waving her off

“Next time you take me anywhere, it better be a Latin country. Capisci cazzo?” she said in a huff before leaving for the ballroom. Leaving the king and the emperor alone.

[Narduo]

“”He was the type of man that would unite a country, but couldn’t exactly run it, to be honest.” She seemed to take the remark in stride, as if this was something she was asked commonly “He was an excel military leader no doubt, but not a political one. I am not as much of a military leader as he was, but I did pick up on some of his habits, being his daughter, and so never got around to learning how to dance.”

"Your father sounds like a very practical and noble man: sad that politics was not kind to him..."

"Indeed," Ighim Xeoy said after returning from procuring a drink. "To your father, Uniter of Semparia." He lifted his drink up, expecting the other two to cheers with him.

Artter did as expected, saying "To the Uniter of Semparia." And to an alliance between Narduo and Semparia. he thought to himself.
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A small and seemingly unnoticed incident caught her eye, in it, she saw a person going nuts on the food. "Well, they'll make good company". She would gracefully make her way to them, passing by the guests carefully. Noticing that one of them is in soldier-like uniform, she decided to play around with that soldier for a moment. "Stand easy soldier, Queen Catherine I, Queendom Of Icadias". Being a current soldier herself back home, she's exceptionally skilled in adressing personnels.

Newcomer's on the move. Niko thought to himself as he watched the white gowned woman make her way to what seemed to be... Nui? What does she want to do with him?

She attempted to waltz her way through the dancers, making her way pass them in a rather agile manner that hinted at prior training. She then stopped, noticing Niko staring at her with a blank expression plastered over his gas mask.

"Stand easy, soldier. Queen Catherine, I, Queendom of Icadias". She gave him a half salute, as if emphasising her point on him being at ease.

He blinked - not that she would have noticed -, bringing his hands down - they were at his back previously. "Tisav? Thank you?" He asked her, clearly confused. She must think I'm part of the palace guard or something... Oh, kibek.

Nui, after finding a table to deposit his foodstuffs had made his way back to Niko, surprised to find his friend talking with an apparent royal. Once more, ava'ti fivi, asqeri. he thought to himself, quickly putting back his mask and greeting the duo with a classic Narduan salute.

A straight palm to the head before bringing it away to form a fist. "Tihow, aqers. Janik Nui, in'jif."

[Narduo]

She would give a nice pat on the shoulder before adressing the man who seems to be fussing with his food."I'm really worried that you might get choked up from that kind of action. Please be careful, sir".She continued to stand gracefully,possibly trying to make friends."By the way,you have no worries of my standard or traditional protocols being utilised here.I am free to talk to"

"Ah, thank you for the concern, ma'am..." Janik Nui confusingly said, unsure of how to properly respond to such a statement.

He looked at his friend, Niko. He merely shrugged. Nui then looked back at the Queen. "I will make sure to take things easy."

[Icadias]

Seeing as it all is starting to fall into place,she decided to amp it up a notch."Would one of you gentlemanly dressed men love to dance?".She offered her sweet left hand,anxious of which men to accept it

[Narduo]

Seeing as it all is starting to fall into place,she decided to amp it up a notch."Would one of you gentlemanly dressed men love to dance?". She offered her sweet left hand, anxious of which men to accept it

This is most peculiar... Niko thought to himself.

[Uh, you wanna take this one?] Nui sent to his friend via in-built radio communications device in his gas mask.

Niko then brought his hand up, activating his radio. [Nah, I think you made a pretty good impression on her.] He then made way for Nui, motioning him to her. "Be my guest."

"Uh," Nui uttered, seemingly unsure of what to do. What just happened? "Excuse for a moment, ma'am."

He then took off his gas mask, putting it into one of his trench coat's inner pockets. Running a hand through his messy hair - attempting to get it orderly -, he then took of his gloves, putting them into the same pocket. Nui then passed his coat to Niko before walking straight up to her, "I'll take it."

He then took her offered left arm, attempting to muster a grace in his actions that was more instinct based than preparatory... Like a street dancer making up moves on the spot instead of a professional doing rehearsals.

[Kyrenaia]

Alekos smiles as he links up arms with her.
"Well, I am the Nephew of my adopted father, the Emperor, Julius. During my middle Teenage years, my family was involuntarily wrapped up in a debacle in which we were being asked to leave by the current Governor, which my Father-my real father I mean-was defeated by. In fact," He says. "He is the most popular Right-Wing Politician in Lotharia. I myself defeated him last election, and have done a series of sweeping reforms that have boosted Saar's economy, where I am from. He is currently Deputy Minister of the Economy, but is mostly a lame-duck politician, picked to curry favor with Right-Wing voters." He says, eyes burning intensely with pride, satisfaction, and cheerfulness. He had considered that election victory one of his greatest accomplishments. "It is truly an honor to represent my adoptive father here, today."

"I can imagine.", Fara said, very interested in what he was saying. She was very intrigued by his words, getting a feeling for who he was. "It is similar with me, although I represent both my Mother, the Ilkhana of Fenchu, and the Sultanate at large. We are an abolute monarchy ruled by wisdom and philosophy, so elections are not exactly a thing we indulge in, but we have a very large number of active political people, who regularly convene to talk about the problems and worries with their rulers, be it a Khan, an Ilkhan or the Sultana Herself."
She let a beat pass.
"My Mother once was one of those, youth and zest for action bringing her in front of the Court for discussions time and time again, opposing a Prince Fadi time and time again... before she married him and remained his greatest critic." She grinned at the old memories. "Now she is the Ilkhana herself, after my Father died. One of the best Fenchu ever had, some say, but I can't really say that. I am biased, after all."
She smiled at the last thing.

"Valar's Virtue, I need to get you a teacher." she smiled, gradually understanding the phrase uttered "But your Sindarin is better than his Kyrenaian." she paused, leaning back on her wheelchair, tapping her chin as if to wrack the thoughts from her mind. "Ah, one last thing. Ace'll probably save the last dance for you, so don't be afraid to dance with someone who catches your eye. Even Eddie, my little troublemaker of a nephew." she gestured to the long-haired gentleman in blue. "He'll probably offer a dance, but he wouldn't dare to steal you away from Ace. Not after all the times Ace's silver tongue convinced me not to thrash the boy." she chuckled, then began to lazily eye the aged Vizier. "He's Mahamut, you think he'll fancy a dance? Granted, I'm probably the shortest woman he's danced with, but just to make sure things are perfectly clear for all parties involved."

With that Aceus would rise from the head of the table, clinking a spoon against the glass, and causing the room to dull down into silence. "Esteemed guests!" the Dancerian King would begin. "Friends, Nobles, veterans of old, and honoured kin. As it has been in the days of old, so shall it be this day, so shall it be for all days to come, that the time under a Dancerian hall be a time of togetherness, of merriment." Chancellor Villiers would present an elagently sealed wooden box, contained within was a large, silver winged crown, the Great Crown of the Kings of Danceria. A pause as the Chancellor would place the crown on his head, and stand at the left hand of Aceus. "Let us enter as lords and princes, but leave as brothers and friends evermore!"

With that, the band struck up a classic waltz, and many of the Dancerians paired off with one another. Snow went naturally to his wife, who was woefully placed near the end of the table, and a small gaggle of giggling girls would unceremoniously shove one of their own towards the Kyrenaian prince. After a bit of a huff, she steeled herself and walked over to him. She was in a suit, a chic one, but nevertheless stood oddly out from the convocation of conservative attire, and she seemed to be determined to get a dance with the young man. An interesting development, if Nana's raised eyebrow and bemused grin had any indication.

"Speaking of, I think the dance is underway."

Fara nodded, understanding well.
The importance of the last dance was known to Kyrenaians as well, but it was not as important as dancing to a few specific songs. Cheek to cheek came to mind, thanks to a Swing-Loving Sultana.
Fara would wait, but not forget to enjoy herself. Aceus' cousin and others would have good chances of dancing with her tonight, that was for certain, but she would never stray from her path to Aceus, no matter what.
About the Grand Vizier, she whispered back: "I know, that he would certainly love to, but the question always is, if he can. Best bets are with slow dances.", she told her, giving her a wink in conspiracy. She would love to see the old Grand Vizier dancing, he had enjoyed that very much in his youth, but age and a failing back did not exactly help him with keeping it up these days. "If you want, I could ask?"
Then, Aceus gave his speech and the dancing started, Karim being approached by a girl being... interesting, if one asked Fara.

Karim himself had noted the gaggle, but didn't do anything until a young woman was shoved into his direction by them, soon approaching him. She wore suit and tie, quite unconventional, but it suited (har, har, har) her well, as he saw.
He also saw, that she was quite a pretty young woman.
Many men, he knew, would refer to her curves as the reason and while they were not bad, he had something other in his view, when he said that. He looked into her eyes, the shining emerald windows into her soul, which spoke of a young woman full of life, of intelligence, of understanding.
For a moment, Karim feared: He simply could not talk with pretty girls and this girl was pretty as Dawn after Long Night, her eyes pulling him in. He feared, that he would make a fool out of himself, out of Kyrenaia, by freezing up and not getting a word out. But he also remembered something his father had taught him.
Bravery was not not fearing anything, but overcoming the fear.
He smiled at her, adjusted his jacket slightly, took in air to speak...
...and was silent for but a moment, before he spoke: "Good evening, Milady.", he said and extended his hand for her to put hers into it, so that he could kiss it - and he would kiss it, a sign of the honest admiration he felt for her, for it required guts to break with the conventions like she did by wearing a suit. "I am Karim ibn-Fadi. May I have the honour of this dance?"

[Icadias]

"Such a dear,yes please".Having learned ballet from the age of 12,she decided to show her gracious and also,slow-paced movements,all the while giving her company a sweet,loving smile."So,how are you doing in the military?".She followed his every sway and movements,letting them both sink in their conversation,and especially,the dance.With her arms behind his back,she never cared for anything else,just the talk and the dance

[Semparia]

She raised her glass with them, after taking a sip from her drink, she said “So what is Narduo like? I can say that it’s a republic with a monarchy from the fact you’ve told me, but I can’t assume much more, I’d be interested in learning more.”

[Narduo]

"Such a dear, yes please". Having learned ballet from the age of 12, she decided to show her graceful and also slow-paced movements,all the while giving her company a sweet,loving smile."So,how are you doing in the military?". She followed his every sway and movements, letting them both sink in their conversation, and especially, the dance. With her arms behind his back, she never cared for anything else, just the talk and the dance.

Se'Elohim, she's good... Janik Nui A'Onarra thought himself as he attempted to follow her lead... It was then that he started to realize that it was he who was supposed to be leading and that she had been following him the whole time. Once that hit him he immediately forced himself to take-over.

Eventually, he found himself moving along to the slow song at a pace that gave him plenty of initiative when it came to the pattern. "So, how are you doing in the military?" She asked him as they did a slow waltz about the ballroom, her feet seemingly levitating from step to step.

Nui thought about this to himself for a moment... Him being a young man who had volunteered recently, he had not actually been to any of the great wars and battles that plagued Narduo before. No, he had a rather more confusing but equally thrilling job. Border watch. There, he caught terrorists and criminals who would sometimes employ mercenary groups just to break through the border.

It was the closest he had been to a real war. For a moment, he found himself staring at her brown eyes, flashbacking to one of those days when he had almost died on duty. A criminal syndicate that had been in the business of smuggling drugs had found the invasive border protection methods of Narduo unacceptable. It had been about half a year ago, before he joined the Lar-Rexen's Xatt Sarve - State Service - (or 'personal guard', as everyone commonly refered to it as), and a shootout had been going on while he was guarding the edge of the wall.

Nui was immediately called back to the nearby checkpoint to help quell the chaos. Somehow, the syndicate had managed to procure a machine gun... Many good men died that day. However, thanks to he and many other's bravery the men became celebrated heros.

Shortly afterwards Nui's record for having caught a vast majority of border-jumpers earned him eligibility for the X.S., and here he was, dancing with a beautiful young lady with killer ballroom dance skills.

He quickly broke himself out of his trance-like state - his legs practically on autopilot then -, smiling at her. "Good, good. Or as we say in Narduo, sell'ava." it was clear from his speech that he was obviously better at speaking his native tongue.

"And you?" He pulled her a little closer then, attempting to follow the rythm. "I remember you saying that you too were a part of the military."

[Narduo]

She raised her glass with them, after taking a sip from her drink, she said “So what is Narduo like? I can say that it’s a republic with a monarchy from the fact you’ve told me, but I can’t assume much more, I’d be interested in learning more.”

Ighim Xeoy raised an eyebrow at that.

"No, no. You misunderstood me, miss," Artter quickly took another sip, wetting his lips in anticipation. "We are a republic through-and-through. However, our aristocracy used to hold greater sway centuries back - when you could buy a place through a l-l..." he paused for a moment, attempting to remember the word. "lavish! Yes, lavish election campaign. Even longer back and we had a monarchy before it was revamped into a republic."

Xeoy nodded at that. "Indeed. Our last monarch, Art Ervi el Revatti, chose to replace the old hereditary system upon his death. Not surprising, since the man had dodged many coup attempts by the jealous nobles of his time." Just then, the curnet next to them whispered something into Artter's ear.

"Ah, suri." The curnet nodded before giving a quick salute.

"Elohim'selt, aqers!" He walked off toward the buffet table.

Artter shrug at Queen Janice. "The good curnet was hungry, who can blame him?"

[Dahon]

"Hmm..." Edgar paused to gaze through his mental database, then upon the figure of the Kami. "Stiff but strong legs? I presume that being a compliment, since none would dare to call a queen ugly to her face. Especially someone such as yourself." Eventually through continuous practice, he hoped that the Kami would relax and allow for the more sweeping movements of Dancerian waltzing. "I've heard of fair Dahon, and of it's Kamis, but never thought I'd be lucky to meet one in person. I believe the Dahonians helped with the Songkran celebration last year..." he reminisced.

Indeed, Danceria had a surprisingly large amount of "Bahrati" (persons from India) and Southeast Asians, and the festivals such as Songkran, and Ganesh Chaturthi found their way into the stalwart Dancerian cultural mix. Around the ballroom, a few esteemed veterans of the Partisan Wars and their respective children, were of clearly Oriental origin.

"Hm, now that you mention it, I did see a few people who won't look out of place in Trichy or Delhi," was Kiako's reply. "But Songkram? Not our style."

She could not elaborate on this further, as by now, much to her surprise, she needed some respite, a few minutes of rest and refreshment, from their vigorous dance. She told the Duke, "Mind if we take a break? You're a frighteningly good dancer, and my stamina's just as frighteningly shot." Then, as if in afterthought, "We'll get back to dancing as soon as I have my draught, I promise you that."

[Semparia]

She laughed, “No, I can’t. Also, thank you for the clarification. Semparia is an absolute monarchy, of course with local and regional elections, but they answer to me. I also use them as local representatives in law making, and usually run the laws through them before hand. Care to tell me some more about your system of goverment?”

[Kyrenaia]

Alekos picked up on her pride for her parents-not too difficult a task of course-, and decided to massage it. Not out of malice, but both out of compassion, and practicality.

"Indeed she must be at least one of the best of her era." He says, smiling back. "It is very pleasing to see even in non-Democratic institutions that the people's word are still taken seriously. Very honorable, and perfectly represents the kind of Absolute Monarchy we in Lotharia favor, if there were to be one."
He continues walking, arm linked with hers.
"However, I must ask..." He breaks the arm lock, turning to her, eyebrows furrowing curiously. "...What are your goals, your desires, Princess? Do you have the same desires to get involved politically, and is that all? Or..." He says, eyes sparkling excitedly. "...Do you wish for something more? True love perhaps, Enlightenment...Spiritual Perfection?"

Dschamilla would admit, that she was a bit surprised by the question, but she recovered quickly.
"All that and more.", she said and smiled slightly, "I will involve myself into politics, become the Ilkhana of Fenchu. I seek Enlightenment and Wisdom, for they will allow me to rule the Ilkhanate and its people wisely. I seek knowledge and intelligence, so that they may help me. I seek to perfect my skills in Kyrenaian Chess and with the sabre, for its fun. I seek true friendship as well." She let a beat pass, grinning herself by now. "And yes, I do search for true love, too, for another half to complete me."
Another beat.
"How about you? What do you search for?"