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[Echani Command] Our Night in the Moon

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[SIZE=10pt]Location: Eshan, Palace[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Workers moved around the palace fixing it up, it had been ages since there had been anything positive happening for the Echani people. They were recovering from what felt like months of warfare with the Thyrsian terrorist organization known as Sundown. The battle was fought on the field and in the political attempted uprising within the conspirators that hid in the Echani Command. For a time, no one knew who was on their side, sister fought sister and there was no end in sight. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Hope was all that kept them going, soon the Sundown and her conspirators were run off Eshan and the Queen had returned home. Knowing that how she had been handling things was not the way, she with the help of another young Echani woman named [member="Mathilde Brennus"] and others, a new Matriarch Council was formed. Eshan returned to her roots and her Matriarchal society reigned supreme. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Today called for a celebration, a celebration for peace and the return of order to the Echani people. Tonight, also mark the Lunar Festival, which was another reason for the celebration. The palace was covered in blue and purple decorations Shapes of the moon hung from every corner of the palace finished with lights that shined like the evening sky. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Everything was in order, lavish food, dancing, along with a fighting exhibition open to all Echani and other attendees. The culture of the Echani people was based in Martial Arts, even the deepest form of communication was handled through combat. A proud society, the Echani were ready to how why they were the best in the Galaxy. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Spencer took her time getting ready, a gown fit for a Queen adorned her slender frame. It had been ages since she had done anything like this – the last she remembered was either a wedding or another ball of sorts with the Lords of the Fringe. Wedding band hung around her neck as she placed the long deep blue gloves over her hands, hair pulled up and finished by a simple crown. Exhaling deeply, she knew the past hadn’t been so favorable, but hopefully she and the rest of the Eshan people could move past this. People were starting to arrive and she moved to leave her room and head into the main ballroom. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Standing, she welcomed her guests, “Thank you everyone for celebrating the Lunar holiday. A very important holiday along with our celebration of peace. Please everyone enjoy the buffet along with the dessert buffet” A smile crossed the woman’s face, she was known through the galaxy for her sweet tooth, she spared nothing for the spread of the sugar table. “Also, if you think you can stand up to the great warriors of the Echani people – please sign up for our fighting exhibition. I look forward to enjoying everyone’s company tonight. To Eshan!” Spencer nodded and made her way towards the crowd, waving and saying her hellos to those that stopped her.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10pt][member="Ahani Najwa"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Almira Izlay'ti"] [member="Anora Shaw"] [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Erryn Xextos"] [member="Ibaris Varanin"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] [member="Kira"] [member="Manu Xextos"] [member="Maria Bentley"] [member="Narcissa Tallhart"] [member="Nysana Talon"] [member="Shaun Irons"] [member="Siala Brennus"] [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Yuca Najwa-Keth"] [member="Zanira Fenni"] [member="[/FONT][/SIZE]Jaräel il'Belaerys "]

 

Zanira Fenni

Guest
While I certainly recognized the importance of the Lunar Festival, I wasn't particularly thrilled about it. Everytime we had a festival or gathering with the matriarchs and the Queen in attendance it made my anxiety shoot through the roof. Not because I couldn't do my job, but because it made it harder to do with a larger crowd of people. Plus it was expected that I would show up in something more formal and not my Blade attire. I didn't really care for formal attire. Something about it always seemed stiff and, well, vain.

I decided that I would wear something to try and fit in while still maintaining my prestige as a Blade. It cost a pretty penny to buy it and get it tailored, but it was worth it. The outfit I chose was a white dress with chainmail and plate to cover to torso and upper shoulders. It wasn't without its appeal but still offered more protection than just a dress would. It also allowed me yo fit a series of vibroknives around my waist for easy gripping in case I needed to defend the Queen or the other matriarchs. Sundown could still be out there.

Making my way into the Palace, I took some time to assess the guards on duty. They were outside of my command, but they all knew who I was and made no trouble regarding my blades. I had no intention of using them outside of protecting others, and they knew it. As I entered, my eyes took in the sizeable crowd and first located [member="Spencer Varanin"] and [member="Mathilde Brennus"]. She didn't k ow the latter well, but I knew the Queen thanks to my mother, who had been an influential member of the former Compact that Spencer had inherited. The two were together, which made my life easier.

I maneuvered in their direction, pushing gently through the crowd. To each person I offered an apology if jostled, but most were easy to avoid, or made effort to avoid me. I hadn't quite reached the pair when the Queen stood and offered her blessing on the Festival. While she mentioned fights, and I had half a mind to blow off my duties to go participate, I decided against it. Sure, it would be fun to test myself against challengers, but I still had my duties to attend to and a Blade did not beed to prove herself in the fighting ring.

Sliding my way through the crowd, I move close enough to the two women so as to be able yo easily reach them if I needed to, but also where I wasn't obtrusive. It allowed me to grab a drink of spiced wine from a passing tray. I wouldn't drink much, but a glass or two wouldn't hurt me, and I realized I needed to relax a little. Alcohol did wonders for my anxiety, anyway. It really did take the edge off.
 
A T R O P O S
I kept adjusting the bracers I wore over my forearms. I had a feeling like I was not allowed here. While it was only about a couple hours ago that my mentor had walked into the shop while I was working on a custom job for a customer. With the new addition to our workload, I had been pulling many extra hours to compensate. This was to make sure we could get all of the weapons, and armor out in a timely fashion. Most of it was just design changes to already existing weaponry, but it still took time.

I had been sweating through my clothes when he came in. Handing me what were passes to the Luna Festival. Specifically to be in attendance with Queen Spencer and her return with the new Council. Many of the highest ranking officials were said to be there. I was confused at first. Wondering why I was given the passes. Would my mentor Shaw want to go instead? Before I even asked, the man shook his head. Stating while he may wish to see an old friend there if "she" showed up, but he stated that right now, wouldn't be the right time. Nor the right manner for such. Nodding, I understood to some extent. Shaw took the hammer from my hands and almost shoved me out of the forge to get going.

Thanking him as I left, I rushed home. Taking a shower and clothing myself in a blue formal set of light armor. It came with a yellow and blue cloak, with a slightly darker shade of blue for the armor itself. The Luna Festival was all about blue and purple. Even white in some cases as it was the colors most associated with the Moon, and it's reflected light.

Having got here now, I kept fussing over the bracers. This was quite literally my first time even remotely close to politics of the Echani people. While I had seen people who worked within these halls, I had never met them, nor felt the need to seek them out. However, doing so now could really put a name for myself, and the workshop. Speaking of being a blacksmith to my mentor, the potential to open my company to the whole of the people, would be nice.

Yet, Shaw had told me to take my time and to enjoy myself. Meet some people, and make connections. How could I make friends though? Moving through the guards who were checking for weapons on me, which all I had was a simple dagger, I was passed through. Nothing too much of a hassle as I was asked to remove it and let them hold it, or to return it home. I handed the dagger and the sheath over to the guardsmen. Feeling naked and exposed without something to defend myself. A strange feeling I could never get over no however often I tried to. Moving into the crowd that was gathering, couple of women and men stood out from this group.

My attention turned to the lady who spoke. Welcoming all who came, and for those who wished to perform in our combat, were allowed to do so. I smiled a little bit and nodded my head. Knowing full well that I would likely end up there by the end of the night. However, I wanted to meet people first.

Problem was... Who?

[member="Spencer"], [member="Zanira Fenni"], [member="Mathilde Brennus"],
 
When her ship landed, Jarael chose a long Jedi dark cloak to wear in this little journey. And as she got off her ship, almost immediately she could feel like home, never in her former journeys the girl had seen any other planet that had a people that looked so much like her Arkanian Offshoots friends and kins. Not like the Echani, and those were not slaves, but they were free and free to grow in society, to learn, to love, to work, to do absolutely nothing while sitting under a tree, to enjoy such freedom was a dream that came true to Belaerys.

“It sure is a lovely place.”, she said, removing her hood and snapping her fingers to her feet, where her akk dog calmly awaited for some attention. With hands in her her trousers pockets, the girl started to walk around the street, enjoying such magnificent place. A place where she could blend in, like home. If there were such a place for Jarael, be it now, or in the future.
 
I live.

It’s more convenient that way. Even more convenient is the fact that by the end of today there will be plenty more resources to go around the universe when I finish taking more people out of it.

Or at least I think that’s what I’m doing.

Wait… “I appear to be on a planet with people on it! Well that sure beats the longest laundry shoot of Mon Calamari… place stunk like a fish market and that level of stench does not wash out… Gad zooks!!”

Stopping short, I thrust my clothing up to my nose and take a loooong sniff. I lean on my son [member="Yuca Najwa-Keth"] and grin. [member="Manu Xextos"] is around here somewhere, probably dressed like a big tall white monk. Eh, knowing him, he's too busy drinking hot leaf juice or oogling his clone wife... something mentally wrong about my oldest son.

“I changed… are these mine?” At least today I’m in two shoes! And I appear to be wearing some form of black trouser and a loose white tunic tucked halfway into the trouser... huh!

Mark one up for an Ahani win! “Oooh! Puff cakes! Oooh! Spencer! I know her! I think I'm related! Or insane... or both? Hi Spencer! Your dress is impractical for physical combat and dainty in cut!"

There. I even complimented our Host. Is she our host? Wait... leaning over to the closest person, I whisper. "Where are we?"

[member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"] [member="Shaun Irons"] [member="Spencer"]
 
Live in Light, Surf Master
Of course the first time I leave Sabarene in years I'm immediately confronted with the galactic embarrassment known as [member="Ahani Najwa"].

"Mother, shut up. Look! Food, your favourite! Go eat, or at least get a drink of... no not that!" I whack Ahani's hand, and replace the burning candle she was about to lick with a glass of what smells like a kind of fragrant juice. Nobody in the known or unknown reaches has any idea of how hard I'm wishing that the beverage I passed my mother is, in fact, nothing but juice.

"Eshan. It's the Lunar Festival, you used to love those." Someday when I cure my mother's many mental illnesses and addictions the treatment will stick. Huffing out a sigh, I put my arm around her shoulders and steer her away from walking straight up to [member="Spencer"] and the others milling about.

"Sorry, Spence. I've got her... Queen Spence... sorry. Gee." Got to laugh before you cry. At least there's people to meet!

[member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"] [member="Shaun Irons"] [member="Zanira Fenni"] [member="Spencer"]
 
Josh knew nothing of the Lunar Festival. But as of late he had been discovering his roots, roots he found himself very interested in. When he had found himself with an invitation to this event catered toward the Echani people though to celebrate it, he couldn't help but come to see what it was all about. Of course, there came a problem of a +1, but a quick phone call and he was set. But he was excited to see what it was all about, and to hang out with Ra again.

He'd even bought a new suit, for the first time in years. He was a bit bigger now, the old one's shoulder areas might rip during the event. That could be a problem.

The pair of Josh DragonsFlame and Ra'a'mah might stick out like a sore thumb as the two walked in, arm in arm. Josh did not hold the Echani's signature white hair, and Ra stuck out even more with red hair. But provided... He was a halfling, so he supposed it was to be expected and Ra wasn't Echani at all. He was allowed to bring a non-Echani right? That wasn't a problem?

"So" He spoke toward Ra with a cheeky smile. "What do you think this festivals all about?"
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra sighed as she looked at her appearance in the mirror, turning her head a few times, each time the illusion fading and being reinstated. She couldn't decide what to do, whether to show with her appearance as it once had been, or just being there with her redhair and altered features. She knew there would be some people here who knew that Alexandra no longer was Echani, that events had passed and led to her new body but it felt right to show up looking as she once did. It was a bit of pride in her past, the heritage her father had given her and the one connection to her family that she had left.

She sighed and drew a strand of hair infront of her face and thought on the issue for a few moments longer. Other than her hair, she was in clothing that wasn't quite... formal. She didn't wear any weapons of course, and only carried a more benign staff than the one she used for hostile environments. Other than that, there was nothing more to speak of. She had even left her sabers behind, allowing for the only thing to defend herself with be that singular item.

Thankfully, @Ar'ekk had come along to help her out and she glanced over her shoulder, looking at him for a moment and clearing her throat.

"Hey, what do you think we I should do... My old look or this new body?" She waited for him to look over and speak, looking her over her shoulder at him from where she stood, hair reverting to its natural color for the moment.
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
ESHAN
Somewhere Undetermined


INTERACTING WITH: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]


Another party, ugh.

He hated them unless they had booze on the table, although he wasn't that much of a heavy drinker at all. Social interactions with people he never met before and were sort of "rough" to deal with displeased him. However, he was asked nicely by a friend so there wasn't nothing else to do but accept.

Alexandra had been busy trying to pick out her outfit and overall look, chiming in to get Ar'ekk's opinion on the matter.

"You should go with your old look. See it as a blast from the past, I don't know. You've been a redhead for how long now?"

Truth be told, the man himself wasn't wrong about such thing. Alexandra had been loving her new appearance too much that she forgot about the white-haired one, it wasn't like she couldn't change between the two in a simple go.

As for his attire? Not determined yet.



 
In the days when Chikako still lived on the planet she was nothing much more then a simple child to a lesser highborn family, spending more time traveling around. Most notable with the neighboring planets on peace trips, her mother always one more focused on trying to bring the Echani and ... together and mend any rift between the two people that may remain. She never entirely certain if things went well most of the time, her space ship crash endued amnesia fracturing most of her childhood memories, some able to be bought back by the Witches of Dathomir, but over all most of her life up until 16 yeas of age more or less gone.

Today though was different, the young Echani returning to her home planet now as a Viceroy, being awarded the title of princess, ruling over the planet of Tythe. Though said planet still being a large waste land in the short time she had been in power said planet major stride had been taken to help restore patches of land to lush fields along with erecting several urban and civilian centers to house new arrivals. Donned in her usual white attire, accompanied by one member of the TRF the young Echani disembarked from her private shuttle, following the small crowd as it lead towards the Eshan Palace.

She was not certain who to expect at this gathering, [member="Spencer"] was to be a certainty but any other members that where in attendance where an unknown, the only person she could remotely guess would be here was [member="Alexandra Feanor"], though recent tails about the woman suggested she was not really an Echani anymore. Well in a visual sense, seemingly to be a red head and taking on a new look that contrasted greatly with the regular Echani look. Not that it really bothered her, their where always stories floating around of being transferring their souls into another being, so such was inconsequential.
 
One day Ra got an unexpected call from Josh. Since they had met, they had gone out a few times and did some missions together. She may not be a Jedi exactly, but that didn't mean they couldn't work together.

It had been a surprise to be asked to attend a festival on Eshan, but Ra accepted his offer to go and now they walked arm in arm into the palace there. She wore a dark blue formal gown that was sleeveless. No sparkles or anything embroidered, just a simple, but formal dress.

This was her first time attending anything related to the Echani. When he asked if she had any idea what this festival was for, she shook her head.

"No clue at all. What about you?"

That being said, she knew she was going to stick out among the people here. Her red hair and complexion wouldn't match at all.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
 
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Eshan, Palace[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The Queen had her mind set on one section of the banquet and that was the dessert table. She hadn’t had anything to eat during the day, mostly to ensure that she fit into the dress that was picked out for her. She could already taste the sugar crossing her lips as she beelined towards the table. Sadly for her, she was stopped abruptly by a woman she had only seen in passing, she thought. [member="Ahani Najwa"] spoke of nonsense and Spencer couldn’t help but smile watching the woman who had lost all her marbles ramble. Interesting characters, she partially didn’t miss events like this – yet she did because she got to meet people such at this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Nodding at the woman, she smirked. “Ah those aren’t your trousers you should toss them off and go find yours.” Though it seemed that the woman’s son or ward now took over and Spencer chuckled, nodding at the man. “Its fine, just make sure you don’t lose her – she’s interesting.” Continuing to make her rounds she waved and smiled at the others. Several she had only heard or met in passing. Once such face was [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]. At one point of their lives they would be considered enemies, but now wasn’t it and she had honestly forgotten her frustrations with the man. Tapping her lips, she slipped through the crowd and found herself face to face with the sweets. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Nothing could keep her away from them, she had done her duty – the one about doing the whole blessing of the party and such. Carefully, she removed each finger of the glove, then the entire glove, tucking it carefully under her arm. “Oh, sweet goodness how I’ve waited for you.” Reaching forward she grabbed one of the lemon bars and smiled. She had wished Ashin could have made time for this, sighing softly she bit into the lemon bar and decided not to let her mind wander to that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Eyes moved until she found someone she hadn’t spoken to before. With grace, she once more danced around the groups and found herself face to face with a young man ([member="Shaun Irons"]) “Hello there, I don’t think we’ve met before.” A smile spread across the blonde’s face as she held out her hand, “I’m Spencer, you are?” [/SIZE]

[member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Arekk"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Manu Xextos"] [member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"] [member="Zanira Fenni"] [member="Mathilde Brennus"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Clothing

Alexandra smiled when [member="Arekk"] answered, her hand leaving the stand of hair and moving from the forehead down the length of her red hair. Slowly a wave of silvery white hair followed the path of her hand, like water rushing over a fall. She closed her eyes as she applied the Illusion as it had once been, breathing out slowly and with a happy smile crawling over her face. She was now staring at someone she had not seen in a very long time, her hand remaining on her hair for a moment longer before being removed and turning to face the man infront of her.

"Well Arekk, What do you think now?" She smiled and reached over, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door with her eyes remaining on his for a moment.

Ever since her change, her new body and its brain altering her mannerism and reverting her back to an earlier state of mind, shes been far more like she had been long ago. The years bled away to bring back the young Grey Jedi, the one that had just moved to Alderaan, that was on the run from the Sith. Even if it had been decades since then, she was young once more and her mind forced her back into a relaxed and happy state.

"And to answer your question, for about a few months. But I think the hair suits me, a new look for a new life." Her smile grew wider as she walked with him through the door. Arekk was someone that she could trust and could be around without problem. Her eyes did catch two others that made her grin a bit wider. It would seem that [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] brought with him someone very interesting. Someone that made her smile as she looked at @Ra'a'mah.

"It would seem that I am not the only Echani who brought someone interesting today, an old friend of mine had the same idea."
 
Several hours before the party

Decoria Household.

"No. I'm not wearing it!" Kat crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at her sister, whom was now in full pregnant look.

"Yes. You are not. I repeat, not, going to the party in that grease covered shirt! The queen is going to be there, wear the dress." Kat's sister pushed the dress hard into Kat's chest. This caused Kat to grunt and roll her eyes.

"I wasn't going to wear my greasy shirt! But this is stupid! I won't wear it. I promise you, I will not wear it!"

Eshan Palace.

Current hour.

So, Kat was wearing the dress and she was not pleased about it. After swearing she would not wear it, Kat's sister got their mother involved and their mother refused to let Kat leave for the party until she wore the dress. It was horrid that they teamed on her and watched her shower and put on the dress before she left for the party. It was like they didn't trust Kat's own sense of fashion, which was outrageous as Kat thought she had a great sense of fashion, though she would have to admit it was differing from most girls her age. Kat adjusted her dress several times as she took a look around the main hall, it was filled with other Echani and most these Kat did not recognise.

Heading over to the bar, she grabbed herself a drink and recognised the queen, Spencer, she was very attractive even by Echani standards. It caused Kat to blush as she played with her hair as she attempted to calm her nerves. Master DragonsFlame, mentor to her friend Asaraa, was here with a guest. Kat was surprised either of them were Echani as neither had the classic white hair trait of Echani. Sipping her drink, Kat moved around the hall and noticed a sign up sheet for a combat competition. This was annoying as Kat didn't bring any weapons but at the same time, hand to hand combat would be fine, however, if she ripped the dress then she would never hear the end of it from her family.

Deciding against the combat competition, Kat took a deep breath and approached the queen. Clearing her voice, "Hhhhhhuuuu...." Kat couldn't form words, she had her sister screaming in her head to straighten herself and adjust her dress, curtsy and a bunch of other 'important' things that Kat usually didn't care about. However, she wanted to impress the queen, it would be good and important to represent SJO. "Suuuuupppppp....." Why was Kat saying sup whenever she was anxious, she never said it in normal life but two for two at parties now... Kat was going to serious reevaluate her social skills.

[member="Spencer"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"]
 
A T R O P O S
Much of the speaking part from the hierarchy of the Echani people, had now ended. Closing up to allow people to take their places. Some came as couples. Holding onto one another to not get lost in the mass of people moving. Watching as they waded through as though our people were a sea of snow white, and platinum hair colors. Most of the Echani seemed to stay home it seemed. Not a huge variation of facial types. However, I caught a quick glance of a couple of blonde hair people. They were likely mixed. However, I did see a couple brighter or darker colors. Red, Brown, Black, and even a purple?

Dying hair was a thing many did. Or they themselves were mixed, or not even the Echani and joined in due to relation. There were times when I would think about the work I did at the shop. Most who came in only knew us because they happened to pass us by. White and silver was all I could see most days. This was strange, but different. I didn't quite know how I should feel about it. This is one of the nights were everyone came out from wherever they happened to be, and showed their faces to the rest of their kindred.

My attention turned to the various tables sat about the current area. One for snacks, another for actual plates of food, I believe there was a bar to get just about whatever drink you wanted. While my throat was parched at the moment, I decided to not get a drink. Maybe would use it as an excuse to get away from someone if I really didn't want to talk to them. Pressing a hand to my face, fingers pinching my temples with thumb and ring finger. I was again being too analytical. Shaw always told me to just let go of that fact and run on what I had with what was given to me. Hand releasing my face, I turned around towards the sweets table just as a lady walked up to me and spoke.

"No we have not."

The woman extended her hand. Introduction of her name being Spencer. My eyebrow arched as my thoughts ran. Was this the Spencer who was Queen? If so, then why was she speaking to me, and not to someone who had a standing within her circle? Or wouldn't she have a private party to attend to? I did not question it at the moment and instead just returned the handshake.

"Shaun. Some call me Hunter."

[member="Kat Decoria"], [member="Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Spencer"], @Ra'a'mah, [member="Chikako Liona"], [member="Arekk"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Manu Xextos"], [member="Ahani Najwa"], [member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"], [member="Zanira Fenni"],
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
ESHAN
Palace


INTERACTING WITH: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]


Attire

He smiled again, nodding.

The silver haired appearance was one he hadn't had the pleasure of laying eyes on for a while now, too long to be honest. He was only a Padawan back in the day when Alexandra and himself met on Alderaan for the first time for an unknown mission that never amounted to nothing at the end.

The days of saving lives and playing the "white knight" for an order that made him lose so much, a title that eventually didn't mean a thing at the end were long over. No more Jedi, no more Sith. Just himself and credits, a life of luxury and serenity to some extent.

"Beautiful. I haven't seen you like this in a while."

Letting Alexandra to grip his arm and leading her into the place, Ar'ekk waltzed in and immediately picked out Ra'a'mah from the crowd. She had brought a partner to the party, which was particularly curious but not really "game breaking". Turning his head back to his companion, he talked once again.

"Where are the drinks?"



 

Zanira Fenni

Guest
And just like that she was on the move. With [member="Spencer"] moving around so much, how was I supposed to keep an eye on things? Nothing bothered me more than not being able to do my job. Was I technically her protector? No, but the Seven Blades were sworn to the Queen and answered only to her as a result. It was our duty to serve her, but she was making it hard to do so. As she moved through the crowd and I lost sight of her, I decided it was probably best that I give up on trying and just make myself available in case I needed to be.

Numerous others had shown up, and most of them I didn't know. A number of them clearly had mixed blood like the queen. Some of them I couldn't even tell had any Echani blood flowing through their veins. While I don't dislike outsiders the way some people might, having them brought to a festival of importance to the Echani seemed odd. All I wanted was a peaceful evening, but outsiders were too hard to trust to allow me some ease.

Especially with Sundown still out there.

I decided enough was enough and headed for the food tables. At least if I ate something it might help me to keep my mind off the unlikelihood of an attack by the Thyrsians. They'd been severely beaten, after all. I could relax and enjoy myself couldn't I? Well, no, not really. I was a warrior. It was the only thing I was ever really gifted at. I couldn't make clothes, or hammer steel. All I knew was the blade and how to use it.

I grabbed a plate and started loading it with food. Until someone either needed me or talked to me I was going to focus on eating.
 
[member="Zanira Fenni"] - [member="Arekk"] - [member="Shaun Irons"] - [member="Kat Decoria"] - [member="Alexandra Feanor"] - [member="Spencer"] - @Ra'a'mah - [member="Chikako Liona"] - [member="Manu Xextos"]

He did at least hear the announcement of the woman he had once known to be Spencer Jakobs. He was surprised to see her here... And apparently the Queen as well. A long time ago, she had been an enemy. A shorter time before that, she had been the wife of a woman that he also considered an enemy. But that was what felt like an eternity ago. So he didn't think too much about that sort of past... If she were to approach him, he would smile and ask what she had been up to. It was as simple as that. He heard her talk about a fighting thing... That was certainly tempting.

He looked toward Ra then, and nodded when she would admit she had no clue. "Not sure, myself. Perhaps we could ask around?" He inquired, noting the presence of [member="Alexandra Feanor"] even if she was now in a different body, the presence was the same. "I see Alexandra Fean-yu has body swapped again" He joked. "While I'm not sure if she's an Echani anymore... Maybe she'll know a bit about the festival?" He inquired. "I suppose we could also ask Spencer... But seeing as she's Queen now... Hmm..."
 

Mathilde Brennus

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In another part of the palace, Mathilde and her personal troop of firedancers gathered, transitioning from fancy ballgowns and well-tailored suits to much more intricate checkered costumes and gleaming masks of chrome. The performance uniforms of her so-called "Harlequins".

For her role in eradicating Sundown from the capital, she had been bestowed with the honor of providing a martial retelling of Eshan's history by Queen Spencer herself.

For the reenactment performance, she had chosen to tell the story of Raskta Fenni, one of the greatest warriors Eshan had ever known. They were big shoes to fill, but over the past few weeks, she had devoted herself to her practice sessions with near-religious zeal, until her foils felt like an extension of her own being.

Waiting for the others, she content herself to polish her twin foils, lifting one up every so often to take practice stabs in the air, the blade disappearing into the air as a silver blur from a series of expert strokes.

The enamel hilted blades of songsteel felt good in the hands, light as a feather. She couldn't wait to make them sing later.
 
While [member="Mathilde Brennus"] worked to polish her weaponry, her cousin was content to polish her appearance. The performance was drawing near, she could already hear the murmurs of the party coming from elsewhere in the palace. Lifting a makeup brush, Sia's steady hand powdered her face, making her fair complexion even paler, almost ghostly. But for all the paleness, there was also a otherwordly glow to the Echani's skin. Her lips were made red, and her eyes lined meticulously in black. It didn't matter that she would be performing in the 'background' tonight, for she had always felt that it was simply impossible for someone like her to go unnoticed.

Dressed in finery that could only be for the stage, she felt at home in the armor pieces and equally so with the airy fabric accents. It was a rather nice mix of hard and soft. The choreography of their performance was a complicated combination of fighting and dancing, but for someone with an unmistakable athletic grace, it would be all too easy. Siala found that she'd barely even needed to practice. A firedancer, she was used to expressing herself this way. And she was proud to perform before such a grand audience, one that would include the Queen herself.

After taking a haughty glance over her shoulder at the others, she brushed her platinum hair back and moved to join them. Their forms were much like hers, tall and slender. But Siala always carred herself with confidence, and her nose higher in the air than most.

"Almost ready, are you?" She questioned the crowd of dancers, lofting a brow. Now, she just needed to wait...
 

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