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Festivals and celebrations were always such colorful events, considered the hybrid as he gazed outward upon the assembled crowd from the top of the grand staircase. The stairway consisted of two sets of stairs upon opposite sides of the building which began parallel to one another, and then promptly swiveled inwards over the top of the main lounge before pausing together against the second floor. All in all, they looked almost like a pair of snakes winding over the crowd before joining together and becoming of one flesh, ending their journey as a single entity as opposed to a pair of diametrically opposed ones.

From his vantage point upon the second floor of the manor house, he could see the crowds below milling about, hear the vivid chatter of patrons as they conversed on manners of business and pleasure with their entourages and their allies. These busy-bodied socialites remained mostly upon the periphery of the crowd, sticking to the series of tables and chairs which had been setup to facilitate the less energetic portions of the party; conversation and dining, namely. Within the midst of these conversationalists was a series of circles stretching down the length of the building, wide enough that there was plenty of room for the people to be away from the tables and chairs, and not risking bumping into them accidentally, but close enough that they would be able to disengage and escape back to social niceties should it suit them.

People of all shapes, sizes, attitudes, and types danced within the series of circles, some of them dancing alone, merely listening to the gentle noises of musical instruments and taking them as a queue to reenact some ancient cultural phenomenon. Others among the crowd had taken hands with partners, and now danced smoothly across the floor, looking not altogether unlike pairs of swans gliding gracefully over the surface of a lake. Still others had determined that they would dance not as individuals, nor as a pair, but rather as a collective, and they began to implement their group dances wherever room permitted; there was rather a lot of room in the place, and so it was certainly not hard to find.

Side rooms appeared every dozen tables or so, sitting just outside of the ring where the socialites mingled, and provided a private space for any conversations of a more secretive nature. Some had been requisitioned by the wealthier nobles to act almost as their private spaces, as though their having gotten to the room first somehow showcased their magnificence and wealth. The mere thought of such selfish ignorance nearly made the hybrid spit, but he refrained himself, instead returning his attention to the assorted dancers, the beautiful women in their dresses, the handsome men in their gentlemanly attire, and even the small children who bounded around the place, enjoying the company of playmates. All sorts were present, the rich, the poor, the young, the old, the noble, the peasant, and it made him smile that there could be such unity at last.

Noth thought that he could see smoke pouring forth from one of the side rooms, and he almost immediately burst into action, beginning to sidle down the staircase so that he could warn others of the consuming fire which had clearly engulfed the entirety of the room, but then he observed as a group of young men and women stepped free from the room, giggling quietly to themselves about the mess they had made, and puffing away on their chosen smokes.

Crimson eyes gazed around the establishment once more, taking in the orchestra which had been arranged to provide music for the event. There were not many of them, but certainly enough to create a beautiful music, and he found himself shivering slightly at the intensity of their skills and talents, as though he were gazing upon something uncommon and rare, divine in origin. It seemed others felt similarly, because adoring fans fawned over the musicians, nearly salivating at the majesty being brought forth by the talented group.

The twilight hybrid felt suddenly somewhat out of place, as though his mere presence was marring the sanctity of the event, and he glanced down at his attire. Relief spread through his features when it was revealed that he had chosen to dress in a similar fashion as the other attendees, having refrained from wearing his armor to such a lucrative event. Instead, he wore what appeared to be a gentle green coat over a silken shirt, and a pair of trousers equipped with knee pads; decorative, not defensive.

With his confidence reassured that the event would continue to be festive, and not interrupted by his presence, the twilight hybrid began to stalk down the stairway, searching for a drink, and… perhaps, Fates-willing, a warm body to share a dance.

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Unfettered, Rat cut across the dance floor with a grace he couldn't manage consciously. He was a walking whisper, feet barely gracing the ground as he switched from partner to partner in the center of the ballroom. A smile stretched wide across his face, and he felt the joy of his movement take flight amidst the shifting faces of the socialites. Here, he wasn't a shadow against the wall playing a pawn in the powerful's game. No, here Rat was powerful. He needn't be submissive or subversive, deal with subterfuge or sabotage. Dancing with beautiful strangers, he was finally allowed to be himself. To be courageous and charming, disagreeable and dangerous, witty and wild.

He was allowed to be all the things his waking world wouldn't allow.

Dressed in a dark blue suit with golden embroidery, Rat thought he looked like one of Nobles which frequented the theater. He had a saber strapped to his hip, the type he had seen Caisus wear on the night they had met. In truth, Rat had adopted quite a bit of the appearance of his noble friend, going so far to adorn a symbol of Gawyne on his stylized suit. The Lotharro cleaned up nicely, his wild hair tamed into a neat cut and the scars which lined his face vanished from sight. In his polished black boots, his high-born garb, and his orderly appearance, Rat might have passed as a member of the noble family he wished to emulate so badly.

The tinkling sound of laughter cut rolled over the sound of idle chatter and sweeping music. Despite the loudness of the ballroom, Rat's ears perked at noise. It was a familiar sound, one that Rat had chased after for hours while at the theater. He let go of his current dancing partner, a pretty young thing clad in green, and slipped out of the ballroom floor. He hunted for the source of that lovely sound, pushing past the swaths of patrons which crowded the elegant halls. He didn't know why, but he needed to find that laughter. It drew him forth, urging him to move faster and faster through the wall of party-goers. Frustration showed plain on his young face as he searched, his lips pulling back into a irritated snarl. He began pushing harder against the crowd, but the harder he struggled the tighter the crowd grew around him.

As quickly as the crowd came together, they parted again. A sea of faces split before the young Lotharro, and at the end he saw the twinkling brown eyes of a girl he very much wished to know better. She was of an impish disposition, with laughing eyes and a vexing smile. Slender, pale, and elegant, Rat couldn't think of a more beautiful woman to meet at a ball than she. She was draped in a sweeping scarlet gown, the type that rippled like waves of red silk with every slight movement. White gloves stretched the length of her arms, adorned with golden embroidery of thorny vines. A golden broach in the shape of a rose was pinned to her dress, and Rat thought she truly was a flower pushing out past the fields of people.

Walking with purpose, Rat strode soldier-stiff over to the woman. He felt no fear as he approached her; no anxiety flared up his form and no raucous butterflies tore at his stomach. He would dance with her, he decided. If she would have him as a partner would be her decision in the end, but why wouldn't she? He was dashing, adventurous, and driven. A prince in his own mind. No shades of past pain haunted behind his eyes, there was only the playful charm of a young man seeking to impress a young woman.

He bent his knee before the Lady of Roses, offering an outstretched hand to the vivacious figure which stood before him. Eyes smiling and lips following suite, he entreated the woman to take his hand. He felt her slim, gloved hand grace his with its presence, and a surge of boldness shot through the Lotharro. He placed his lips gently against her slender fingers, and his pale blue eyes rose to meet her entreating brown.

"Might I have the pleasure of this dance?"
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Music, laughter, dancing. The sights and sounds were a pleasure to the Burhan, a delighted smile curving her lips as she took in the many beautiful dresses, the variety of suits and various ornaments that the guests wore. Even the food and drink on display had beauty to it and she moved from dish to dish, sampling the various delicacies as if she could add their beauty to her own. To anybody else, such an idea would have sounded ludicrous, but to a girl who had once believed that she could be made beautiful by refusing to food or by vomiting up, it made perfect sense.

Her distorted reflection was visible in shining plates and glasses but that wasn't good enough for the noblewoman so she set off in search of a mirror, gliding past others in her heeled shoes, smiling as she entered one of the side rooms. It was donned in red velvet and silks, a bed and objects that told her that it was a special sort boudoir but Valeria only noticed it on the periphery, the blonde drawn to the full length oval mirror on the other side. Her own reflection was more fascinating than anything carnal; her narcissism was greater than her attraction for anybody else.

Her features were stunning, a golden glow suggesting that they were Elithem-enhanced, her hair tousled artfully and shining in a halo around her head. The dress she wore would have been scandalous to most of the nobles she knew, a plunging neckline and a loose, knee-length skirt that had a slit high up to her thigh on one side. It looked to be silk, a dark and vibrant purple that caught the light in delightful ways. The young woman ran her hands over her form, thrilled by her appearance and feeling the most intense love for herself. If she could have climbed into the mirror to embrace her own reflection then she would have done, even going so far as to set her fingers against the reflective glass just to be sure. She needed someone else to marvel in her beauty and embrace her in a way that she couldn't embrace herself.

Gliding from the side room back into the main one, she searched the crowds for someone that she wanted, the faces seeming to blur and change so that she couldn't focus on anyone definite. If she couldn't see someone that she was right beside then she wouldn't see them from above but she didn't think of that. Instead, the Burhan decided that she needed to get higher, up the staircase so that she might spot someone who tickled her fancy.

Drifting past the orchestra, she slowed, almost ready to stop as she felt the pull of the music but this wasn't the place for singing, the talents of the musicians deserving to be unhindered by her voice, beautiful though it was. So she carried on, singing softly and wordlessly to herself as she headed in the general direction of the staircase, her mind easily distracted by those who danced around her. Valeria whirled, caught up in the atmosphere, laughing to herself as she spun away from the majority of the bodies, colours and lights swirling brightly around her. When she came to a stop near the staircase, a grin on her face until she caught sight of a strange individual nearby, recoiling at the peculiar vision although not so shocked that she was stunned awake. Her irises went from gold-flecked brown to a startled bright blue in trills. What she saw was simply bizarre and unexpected, the blonde reaching out a curious hand to the red-eyed man, bird, or whatever he was.

"Such a strange mask. So real. The eyes... so red. My eyes don't go like that," she murmured dreamily, kaleidoscopic eyes shifting through silvery blue curiosity to a soft friendly brown.
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Vega awoke in the dreaming and she looked around with interest. This wasn't her dream, the young dreamwalker considered and she felt a pang of emotion at the fact that Arlo wasn't here with her. She missed him in the dreaming, although she understood entirely why he wasn't walking at the moment. He would, though. She was sure he would. Eventually. She nearly walked away, as she had from every other dream since Arlo's mother had died. Since he'd stopped, she had, but in that moment Vega got an idea. If she walked in this dream, which seemed like an interesting one, and she told him about it tomorrow, she'd be able to gauge how he was feeling, if he wanted to get back to it. Yes, that made sense, it might help him to think about it, sort out his feelings. Determined that she would do just that, the young woman stepped into the dream more fully and, with a thought, her clothing was more appropriate. A low cut blue gown and an intricate hair style. A fan in one hand and a glass of something fizzy in the other, she walked in.

There were people here, but many of them weren't anything other than figments, fragments of imaginings. Yet others, they were dreamers, dreaming and dancing and being here. It was as real to them as their waking and it was important that Vega didn't break it, she knew. So the woman with deep red hair walked out into the dream and she was where the people were, because she willed it so. Three of them, so far. A handsome man wearing a good suit. Then there was an... avriel, she reckoned, and a blonde woman.

Both the man in the good suit and the avriel seemed focused on the blonde woman, and Vega had to admit she was beautiful. Glowy, but beautiful. And in fairness, Vega thought with a smile, the blonde might be glowing a little bit, but she knew someone who did it more, and better. With a smile on her lips at the thought of said chap, Vega stood and watched for a moment. There were the three of them, the two males focusing on the female. The female had silver blood, Vega thought, looking at the swirling, changing colours. Was she full or mixed blood, Vega wondered? Not that it mattered.

"Well, this is an interesting soiree, isn't it?" The redhaired woman in the deep blue dress said. When she spoke, Vega made sure that her voice sounded like it should, in a party like this. Not like it normally did ~ she was well aware of her own poor diction, but she did nothing about it because it didn't bother her. "I'm Eva. Nice to meet you all." She smiled at those present and wondered about the place. Definitely time for some more upbeat dances, she thought. "Oh, I say, I do believe this is a traditional biqaj dance. Does anyone know it?"

She did, of course, but she waited to see who, if anyone here, might fancy to actual get down and dance properly. The people on the dance floor were already linking hands and swinging each other around in a much less sedate fashion and Vega figured that, even if she had nothing else to tell Arlo when she woke up, she could tell him that she kicked off her shoes and danced. Which was what, fundamentally, she did. Stepping out of her high heels, Vega looked at the blonde woman and grinned a sudden wicked grin. Her own eyes swirled biqaj colours, shifting and changing and her pointed ears gave her away further. "You all coming?" She included the avriel and the well dressed chap and then, whether they came or not, Vega joined the dance.
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Vega's skin has a reflective metallic sheen with a red glow. Her eyes still swirl biqaj colours, but one colour is always bright red which glows like fire. She has a bright red glow in her chest, situated directly under the mark of a heart (Daia mark) in the middle of a glowing silver dragon on her chest (Xiur). She's unnaturally warm to the touch
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There'd been times, many times, when Arlo had considered that in some strange way, he felt more awake in dreams than when he was wide eyed and alert, and not sleeping. His perspective on the world was different during those instances. More open, more...seeing in an odd sort of way. As a dreamwalker, he had an ability to see past the surface, into the minds of others. A glimpse of their ambitions, fears and deepest desires laid bare. Some of them, presumably, the dreamers weren't even aware of themselves.

Since learning of his mother's passing however, he'd walked away from many more dreams than he'd chosen to walk in. Almost exclusively in fact. There were any number of reasons why. But in part, he had too many deep seated emotions of his own to contend with, feelings of loss that was, to want to try and understand the psyches of others. Lyova, his little diri companion, had been more persistent than usual on this particular night. And once Arlo had allowed her to tug and pull him there, the young dreamwalker understood why.

A glamorous ball with all its pageantry and glitter wasn't his thing. But it was often times hers. She was off before Arlo could stop her, streaking and twirling and swirling round the dance floor in time to the music, having the time of her life. Except that no one there but him could see her.

He was dressed the part at least. Formal coat and tails with too many flourishes round the collar to suit him. But the hat on his head was as always, Cassion's. As one of Jesine's marked, he had a knack for picking out the dreamer's from the figments of their imagination. And if there was more than one dreamer, even more than two gathered together, given enough time and the opportunity, he could usually identify the one from who's subconscious the dream had sprung. And in doing that, even if he might never know the person's name or true identity, he might learn more about them than they were awake to themselves.

Still, it wasn't his usual scene, Lyova had dragged him there, and Arlo might still have stepped out again, had he not felt the pull of something else. Something stronger than the presence of dreamers. Another dreamwalker. And the only one he knew that would cause him to turn back and look again. "How did I not see before?" Arlo asked himself, and grinned a little when he spied the crown of fiery red hair in the crowd. Vega.

Maybe a little longer wouldn't hurt anything then. Though rather than join in the dance, he smiled and propped his shoulder against a white marble post beneath the second floor landing, watched, and snagged a glass of champagne as it floated by on a silver tray.
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A person’s perception could tell one much of their personality and activities. Someone with saw dust constantly adorning their clothes likely worked with lumber. Someone who had grown their musculature to a surprising level so that it bulged even underneath any clothes laying above likely spent much of their time attempting to better perfect their physicality. A person covered in assorted detritus and food staining was a slob, and in contrast someone without a loose hair even laying upon their adornment likely spent an unreasonable amount of time grooming themselves so as to appear beautiful.

Even outside of the militant armor, and without the weaponry that often accompanied him on his journeys and expeditions, the twilight hybrid recognized that he did not appear noble in the slightest. His Avriel features were plain to see, the feathers which covered every portion of exposed flesh making certain of that. Further alienating him from the others at the party were his crimson eyes, the orbs glaring out with predatory awareness at every individual who came within a certain distance of himself, analyzing them for weakness as though it were the most discernible thing to see upon a person. He uncomfortably raked a talon upon the floor as he considered such thoughts until he was finally blown out of his thoughts by the appearance of a woman approaching him.

She was beautiful in the aesthetic sense of the word, like a luminous being fallen to the world, gliding across the floor with such grace that he nearly questioned whether she even walked. He wasn’t necessarily attracted to her himself, but he could certainly understand why others would be, and he continuously affirmed that conclusion as she spoke to him. Her curiosity was childish in nature, revealing her ignorance of the world and its nature. The best guess for the strange mix of blatant riches, extravagant beauty, and childish ignorance seemed to be that she was of noble blood. Those sorts commonly found the most beauteous persons, which meant that they were likely to birth children of similar traits, and it would explain both the apparent wealth and ignorance; nobles seldom looked outside of their realms or the political circles nearest them for fear that they might appear weak outside of their realms.

A cruel thought came to mind, and he grinned with wicked abandon at it, reveling in the thought of utterly humiliating the noble. A substantial talent for deception coupled well with the feathers upon his face to keep any tells of his trickery out of sight to all but those trained to seek them out, and he promptly responded with a bow to the girl that was perhaps too dramatic to have been real.

“I am grateful that you enjoy it. It took me quite a lot of work to construct. As for the eyes, those are a family trick of sorts. If you dilute a red wine with a cup of water, you can take the reddish feature of the wine and apply it without harming yourself. You simply sprinkle it upon your eye.” Lies. All lies. Ones that he imagined would prove quite painful she should attempt them, but humorous to his demented mind nonetheless.

Another appeared, speaking to the group, and drawing Noth’s attention to the gentleman nearby who he had mistakenly presumed was simply standing around without doing much of interest. The newcomer; a redheaded girl who reeked of optimism and whimsy, promptly introduced herself to the group as Eva. The hybrid filed away the name and face in his mind. There was a change in music as the orchestral arrangement shifted to a new song, and the girl identified it as a Biqaj dance before beginning to stride away so as to join the dance, questioning them as she left as to whether or not they would come.

The twilight hybrid considered the opportunity for a brief instant, and for a trill he wondered whether or not it would be something fun, something that he might genuinely enjoy. So much of his life seemed to be devoted to future goals, to the ending of oppression, to the murders and violence that so often crept into his daily activities. A quick glance down at his feet, towards the massive talons that hung there banished the possibility into the ether, and he sighed with a vacant frustration at their appearance before drawing them across the floor, leaving a long ragged mark in the wood.

Nevertheless, he felt at least somewhat entranced by the opportunity, and, upon examining the luminous girl and the gentlemanly sort once more, he began to stalk down the stairway, spying an open place to observe on the side opposite of the only occupant of a white marble column.

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As quickly as the woman in roses had come, she had vanished. Rat found himself momentarily enraged, intensely upset that the woman whom he chased after had escaped his affections. The moment passed, however, and he was determined to enjoy himself at this gala. If not with her, than with someone else. Here, his passions were roving and flexible, not fettered to a woman who refused to be his partner. So Rat cast his wandering eye about, seeing what fun was left to be had amidst the pageantry and pomp of the party.

A shimmer of light passed his gaze, and the Lotharro stood transfixed. The woman, whoever she was, stood radiant against the already glimmering backdrop of the ballroom. A star given shape, whose colors shifted with every blink of her eye. Blinding and burning, Rat watch as she approached another man standing on a balcony. As bright as the woman burned, so to did the man she stood next to glower with darkness. The man didn't walk as much as march through his surroundings, and Rat thought he struck a rather militant figure among the otherwise elegant patrons. Any skin which would have poked out from the stranger's uniform was covered in oily black feathers. Rat could hear sharp talons claw at the ground beneath the stranger's feet, and when he stared at the man's ruby-red eyes he could feel his spine shiver with stray stabbings of fear. Between the woman alight with beauty and the man whom seemed mired with a strangeness not even Rat could comprehend, the Lotharro felt drawn to the two.

Confident strides turned into cautious steps as Rat approached the two, the shiver that rolled down his spine shifting into more and more intense stabbings as he drew near to the stranger. Something about the man unsettled Rat to his core. Perhaps it was the way he held himself, like so many Moseke Knights that the youth knew in the waking world. With confidence and arrogance, a sense of beat-in superiority that made Rat's hackles rise.

Perhaps it was the way he addressed the woman, with the casual sort of confidence that Rat had failed to master when addressing the lady of roses. It could have even been the way the man moved, sharp movements with the slightest tinge of aggression buried underneath etiquette. Regardless, Rat found himself slowing to a stop as the bright woman and the dark man exchanged pleasantries; not wishing to disturb the two. He was considering turning back to the dance floor and simply finding a less intimidating pair of partners to enjoy the night with when a red-headed woman approached the group.

Rat hadn't even noticed the music shift until the woman had mentioned it. It was an uplifting tune, something that helped fight against the instinctual fear the Lotharro had felt looking at the stranger. He gave a toothy smile at the woman's invitation for them to join in. This is what Rat was here for. To enjoy himself, to let loose. Not to get caught up with dangerous strangers playing cruel games with each other. Following the woman regardless of what the other's decided, Rat laughed as he linked hands with Eva and others.

"This is what the party needed!" he howled, hair shaking loose as he tossed his head back. He turned the woman who had invited them to partake, matching her wicked grin with a wolfish smile of his own. "Name's Luther," he lied, the name not feeling overly strange on his tongue. He didn't know where it came from, but he didn't care. Nobody here knew who he was, so what difference did it make if he changed the parts of him he didn't like to better fit in? He was going to have fun, his origin be damned.

"So what brings a woman like you to a party like this?"
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The odd man she'd accosted grinned at her and the blonde found it oddly disconcerting. The longer she looked at him, the more peculiar she found him. In fact, when he smiled and the 'mask' moved quite naturally, she began to wonder if it was one at all. Except that he had feathers on his face and if it wasn't a mask then-

The young woman shuddered, her irises paling in fear so that they almost blended into the whites of her eyes. She gave a high-pitched laugh when he talked about how to redden the eyes, her own briefly taking on a light brown of wan humour.

"I don't think I want to make my eyes red. If I get the right mix of emotions, I can probably make it happen anyway. You've probably noticed but my eyes shift," she explained, finding herself pointing at them as they shifted to blue. She was still nervous, and somewhat frightened but she wasn't quite as bad anymore. She could smile rather pleasantly at least, wondering if she could simply walk away from this strange creature man thing. No, he had to be human and it had to be a mask because otherwise, she'd probably have to run away screaming hysterically. He was seriously killing the mood.

Another man approached, his confident walk attracting her attention so that she half-turned away from her odd companion, uneasy at the notion of taking her eye off him completely. Whoever the newcomer was, she hoped that he'd come to extricate her, perhaps dance her away from this strange encounter that she'd got herself into. However, even as she watched, his step grew more cautious and she couldn't blame him if he was freaked out by the man who stood before her. At least, he had realised what this gentleman was before he'd come too close, before it was too late. Valeria simply felt trapped until a red haired woman injected new brightness into the situation.

The blonde smiled brightly at the woman who introduced herself as Eva, taking the time to take a step closer to her and away from the odd bird-man."It's certainly interesting," she exclaimed, laughing and throwing a sideways look to Noth. "It's nice to meet you, Eva. I'm Valeria."

Gold flecks shone in pools of brown as she allowed her gaze to flit from one face to the other briefly before she pursued the woman, meaning to join the dance although she already felt out of her element. She might be part Biqaj but that didn't mean that she knew a great deal about the culture. Still, this woman would; she had those kaleidoscopic eyes that were more intense than Valeria's own, more like her mother's. She followed her lead by kicking off her shoes, feeling giddy with the newness of it all.

"Don't know it but I'll give it a shot!" the Burhan explained as she moved to one side of Eva as the man from earlier took her other hand, announcing that his name was Luther. The noblewoman began to giggle almost immediately, caught up in the energy of the dance but also feeling quite ridiculous as she succeeded in tripping over her own feet. It was enjoyable all the same and as she found herself whirled around, she found herself feeling freer than she had for quite awhile.

"This is great! I should do Biqaj things more often!" she shrieked, almost breathless with laughter.
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Vega was more than happy to dance, she loved to do so and the biqaj dances were ones which she suddenly realised she missed. It wasn't that there were specific dances exactly so much as there were types. This was one where the dancers were in pairs, but the pairs changed almost constantly ~ always a man and a woman, but each person should, theoretically, dance with every other member of the opposite sex. Swinging around with a man who looked very like her cousin Huw, should anyone notice who knew such things, Vega kept her hands crossed, one under and one over as she crossed her feet in skipping beats to the music. In front, behind, in front, behind and repeated until such time as the music signalled a change.

The thing about it was that the dance kept her spinning around and then, as she moved and danced once again with Luther and she looked at him and laughed. "A woman like me? What's that then?" Vega asked and her grin was at once both amused and mischievous. A woman like her? She'd been called a whore by more than one person just lately and she wondered if that was what he meant. But if he did, that was his and Vega didn't care. She didn't think he meant that, though, she thought that he meant someone not like this bunch of right boring old farts. "I was passing by," she said, with a shrug. Unaware, at that point, that the man in question was standing and able to hear, she explained in the best way she could for a dreamer. "The man I love, he used to come to parties like this a lot. He hasn't, not for a while and I want to talk to him about that. Tell him about this party, and see if it's something that he might want to start coming to again," it was a simple explanation, but she didn't want to fall into the trap of telling a dreamer that he was dreaming.

As they spun around and she grinned, Vega shrugged and explained, "He introduced me to my first party. I feel like he's missing them, so I want to check."

To Valeria, she grinned and dropped a curtsy ~ well executed. "Mi'lady. It's nice to meet you Valeria. You ever danced like no one's watchin'?" Vega asked and she had to laugh when Valeria said she had to "do biqaj things" more often. Vega nodded, "this is better round a camp fire, or on the deck of a ship." Looking at Valeria she questioned, wondering, "So, you're part biqaj, got the eyes. But I've never seen such a well dressed biqaj. Not a 'air out of place an' you've got the whole perfectly dressed vibe goin' on. You not raised by the biqaj?" That was alright, Vega said, she'd be more than happy to teach her some stuff. "When we dance, it's from the core of you. Here." She put her hand on her stomach, showing her own core. "An' the trick is, fling around an' don't care who's watchin'. Course, that might be easier on sand or deck. But posh ballroom will do.. oh!"

Vega stopped spinning, suddenly, coming to a dead halt as she saw Arlo there, and she beamed at the sight of him. Standing on the dance floor, as the tempo of the music increased to something much more drum-focused and rather like they had once heard whilst at a dance lesson, Vega beamed at him. Raising an eyebrow, she tilted her head to the side and looked at him. "You in or out, sunshine?"

Please Xiur, she thought to herself, please let him be in. Let him be ready to start being wholly who he was again. Because, she figured, when he forgave Lyova, then that meant he was kind of forgiving himself. Not that she was sharing that snippet, no. Instead, she added, oh so casually, "think you can keep up'?"
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Vega's skin has a reflective metallic sheen with a red glow. Her eyes still swirl biqaj colours, but one colour is always bright red which glows like fire. She has a bright red glow in her chest, situated directly under the mark of a heart (Daia mark) in the middle of a glowing silver dragon on her chest (Xiur). She's unnaturally warm to the touch
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The Greatest Party in Emea

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All Arlo intended to do this first time out in Emea since learning of his mother's death, was observe. Learning that in spite of not knowing it at the time, the dream he'd shared with her had been her last, during her last night alive, had left the young dreamwalker with a great deal of regret, a greater sense of grief than might have otherwise been, and a mix of other emotions he was just now coming to terms with. It was a grave responsibility, knowingly walking through the dreams of others, and Arlo hadn't been sure he was up to it. Until now. Maybe.

Given all that, it struck him as strange that it was an extravagant ball he'd wandered into. Champagne, silks, fine lace and jewels, gilded surroundings. It wasn't exactly his style. It was nearly as far away from his upbringing as it was possible to be. And not a lifestyle he'd found himself craving during or sense. But at least on the surface it was frivolity on the part of the dreamer who'd first conjured it up. Maybe this lifestyle was his or her deepest desire. Or on the other hand? Maybe it was quite the opposite? He hadn't quite identified the source yet, after all.

Vega though was thoroughly enjoying herself, and that brought a smile to Arlo's face. She was drawing a crowd too: and why not? Her flame colored hair and her technicolor eyes were like a beacon, and it wasn't possible for him to be the only one drawn to her beauty and spirit. He might have been jealous of the attention she was attracting, though it would probably be unreasonable to be.

The birdman didn't join in the dance however and as the creature approached and put himself on the opposite side of the pillar, Arlo realized that this was the second time already in just ten trials that they'd crossed paths. Though he couldn't say whether or not in his dreaming state, Noth realized it or recognized him. Of course Faith had warned him to avoid the man if he could, and had told him about what had happened. Dreams had a funny way though of meddling with good intentions.

"Wallflowers both of us, it appears," he quipped, aside to Noth. But then Vega looked right at him, called out and extended her hand. PUshing his shoulder off the pillar, Arlo grinned, muttered, "Wallflower no more," under his breath and joined her on the dance floor. "What do you think?" By way of answering her question then he wrapped an arm round her waist and gave her a twirl. "You think I can't cut a rug with the best of 'em?" In Emea of course, because he chose to imagine he could. In the waking world? Not so much.
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