Thanks to the wonders of Rephidimite plumbing, there are several burbling fountains, even though the ballroom and terraces are high above the street by a story or two. Amidst the "ruined" statues and "overgrowth" in the terraces, a violin quartet plays for the ballroom dancers. In the streets below, the "rabble" of common folk mill about, some selling and some buying various party favor foods and snacks and liquors, waiting to cheer in not only a new year, or a new decade, but a new century.

Savanite servants – minus their slave collars – carry trays of hors' d'ouevres and drinks, though there are plenty of vines and trees bearing fruit easily plucked off by the guests themselves (or by a helpful servant for those that would consider this too much trouble).

A foppish-looking fox decked out in Gallisian-looking attire – and standing only about four feet tall by a quick measure – tends to shadow the Savanites carrying trays of food, occasionally trying to filch a glass of wine, but not quite being tall enough to do so casually – the thought apparently never entering his head to simply ask for one.

Far off from where the social elite are chattering and hobnobbing, and where others are dancing, there are a few darkened corners where a few solitary souls dot the terrace. Arch-Inquisitor Raphael Melchizedek, a black unicorn with a red mane, and robes of similar color, holds an empty cup in one hand, waving away any servant who dares try to fill it for him.

Not far away, another reclusive Templar, the feline Champion of Roses, surveys the gathering through the darkened eye-holes of her ornate, glossy white mask.

Alongside the Champion of Roses is a Lancer in black armor who stands just as quietly and unobtrusively as his feline companion. A glass of wine is in his hand but the contents of it are untouched.

Back in the midst of the small crowd of well-to-do guests from Rephidim and afar, a peacock-like Kujaku couple (each of them in costumes of more than enough frills and lace and bleached white) make their way along. The husband – the Marquis of Fleaufille – twitters amiably with acquaintances and complete strangers, retaining about the same memory of each. His wife – wearing a tall powdered wig and with a black "beauty mark" placed squarely on one side of her beak – just fans herself continually and looks aloof – except when her eye follows the occasional handsome young man of miscellaneous species.

The Procession is split in two by the shadow cast on it by Sinai itself, and the two parts – called the Scimitar and Dagger by those in the Himaat – are nearly equal in length, echoing the clock tower's claim that midnight is less than an hour away.

Off with the well-to-do stands Elise, and another poodle who seems quite similar to her. For those who have met her recently the noble poodle is most unusually dressed for her tastes. That is, she dresses now as ladies of her social standing tend to do: in a blue ball gown that compliments her eyes, and in her hand where she usually seems to carry a sword, she holds a fan. The noble socializes with others near her, mostly poodles.

The foppish fox wanders his way through the group, finally giving up for now on snagging a glass of wine, and turns his attentions toward the glittery Exile … then a look of recognition flashes upon his face, and his ears blush, as he starts wandering the other direction … and then sees Elise in that direction. "Ho boy," he whispers to himself, and picks a tangential path to try to lose himself in the crowd. "Oh! Pardon me. Mind if I cut in? Ah, lovely feet you have there, Madame. Oh, terribly sorry. Excuse me!"

Roho seems to be in deep discussion with a young doctor from one of the richer hospitals from the nicer sections of Rephidim. He is expounding on the benefits of extended monitoring times following treatments. She seems to be mostly staring at his ears in disbelief.

A golden-gowned, white-winged Exile makes her way along the walls towards the Aeonian Arch Inquisitor, and performs a formal curtsey to him.

The unicorn inclines his head to the Exile. "Good evening, Apprentice Envoy of Lothrhyn."

Smiling, Envoy says, "And a good evening to you too, Arch Inquisitor Melchizedek." Turning to look over the crowd, she then asks, "Have previous Millennial Eves been memorable?"

The Aeonian Arch-Inquisitor says, "The term 'self-fulfilling prophesy' comes to mind."

Envoy blinks three times at the Aeonian. "Are such periods always so … tumultuous?"

The Aeonian says, "For whatever reason, people place a certain weight upon an event such as this. If the Rephidim calendar started in what would currently be the middle of the year, then that would be the focus of our anxiety instead. Or perhaps if it were set forward or back a few years, we would have the same concerns, but at another time. For the Kavis, it is an event of even greater significance, since it is highly unlikely that any Kavi will see two turnings of centuries in his lifetime."

"Oh, well my studies go well … " "Jiraud do Nell? Oh you do not want to hear about that." "Yes, I know I should have left the Kavis to the guards but I … " Elise continues in such a fashion amongst the guests who come to speak to her, most conversations lasting but a short period before the speakers politely depart for others to hobnob with.

The unicorn nods when he sees the poodle cadet walk by. "That is Cadet Elise de Bellefeuille, I believe. I have heard of her name in connection with one of your recent … adventures."

"Ah," Envoy says, looking slightly more relaxed. "Then all the chaos isn't really my fault after all. Oh yes, Cadet Elise dispatched an earth golem that had been sent by the Nagai. She's quite heroic."

A glance is cast towards the Arch Inquisitor as Elise walks by, but she holds it only long enough to see him nodding at her before she finds something else to look at. Something less imposing, and more cheerful.

Roho finishes his discussion with the doctor, and turns his ear towards Envoy's voice. He heads over that way, not having spoken with her much since their return from Zahirinee. He stands nearby, not wishing to interrupt.

The black Lancer's gaze follows after Roho and stops on Envoy. He giver her a polite nod and folds his arms behind him.

The unicorn raises an eyebrow at Envoy. "You have been in the center of many strange events during your brief stay on Sinai … but you should not credit yourself for every disturbance. There have been wars and riots and disturbances long before your arrival here, and there no doubt shall be plenty more long after we are gone. Ah. I see that the good Doctor Roho is here as well. It seems that you have many friends to pick from to speak with. You shouldn't waste the evening standing in the shadows, Apprentice."

"Good Doctor Roho!" the Aeolun cheers, although with a bit more moderation than she might have a few months ago. "Did you ever imagine you would hear the Dark Justice encouraging me to mingle?"

Roho smiles and shakes his head. "You are certainly making a place for yourself here in Rephidim, Lady Envoy." He bobs his head. "It's good to hear you again, Envoy." He gives a slightly larger bob to her companion. "Inquisitor."

Unfortunately, the mention of her heroics requires a certain … guest appearance. It just would not do to hear yourself being talked about by such a high official and not stop by to greet him. Thus Elise pauses and shifts directions to walk over to the Arch Inquisitor and curtsey to those gathered. "Ah, Arch Inquisitor Majoris Raphael Melchizedek, and Apprentice Envoy. So good of you to see you in attendance."

"It is good to see you too Elise," Envoy says, and introduces the cadet to Roho. "This is a dear friend and advisor, Doctor Roho. He runs a hospital near Freedom Park, among other things."

The unicorn nods. "And so good to see you in good health, Lady de Bellefeuille. I hear that you have had some difficulties as of late."

The cadet folds her hands in front of her and nods her head slightly in confirmation. "Yes, well, I find my life so terribly complicated these days. Especially so since some of it has required I deal with it in such a physical manner. So the First Ones would have it, it seems. But today, I have come to enjoy myself and attempt to forget the problems of late."

Elise smiles at Envoy and dips slightly in greeting. "Hello, Envoy. I … seem to recall having seen you since our encounter with the golem, but I … " She turns her attentions towards the doctor and smiles politely at him as well. "Hello."

Envoy whispers to the blind fennec, "I'm not an apprentice envoy, actually, just so you understand. I've been accepted into the Sphere of Earth for magical training."

Roho nods slightly at Envoy, and smiles to Elise. "Good evening."

"How is your work faring, good Doctor?" asks the unicorn. "I heard rumors that you might be looking into expanding your operation."

The noble poodle smiles at the fennec for a moment more before turning from him and to the Arch Inquisitor, the most prominent member of the group. "Do excuse me, dear Inquisitor. Time draws thin and I fear my sister might have much to say to me if I did not socialize with the whole of the ball!" She covers a giggle with her fan, the gesture seeming to be out of expected modesty than a real attempt to hide her amusement. Having dismissed herself, she heads off to mingle.

Roho nods, "I am. I am leaving soon for the Savan. I am going to start my search there, and work outwards until I find a place where I can both be needed, and maintain my supplies."

The unicorn nods. "You are most brave, considering the shape of affairs in the Savan at this time. But it is well known that you are respected as an emissary of peace in the lands of Ashdod as well as in Rephidim, and surely the Nagai Empire as well."

Roho nods, "Actually, I am beginning there because of some acquaintances I made on an earlier expedition. Though communications are strained these days, I am hoping I will be received with at least no hostility. I think it safest to avoid cities for at least the moment."

"If there are any cities left in the Savan," Envoy comments.

The unicorn says, "I am quite certain that the Nagai have not suffered that greatly in this conflict, though popular rumors seem intent on suggesting otherwise."

Now in a less populated area of the room, not far from the others she left but a moment ago, Elise takes a moment to consider just who to speak with next. She glances first towards the nobility with whom she has been speaking for most of the night. Rather than endure that again, she decides against them. Other groups are casually passed over but the two Templars off in a corner are different enough to have the poodle pause and study them for a moment.

The Templar in black nods to Elise, fingering the empty goblet in his hands.

On a raised dais at sheltered end of the ballroom, the musicians finish tuning their instruments. The evening's host, an elderly terrier Gallee stylishly attired in black, leads his daughter to the center of the dance floor. They bow to each other, the older Gallee smiling rakishly at his moment in the spotlight, and when the musicians begin their first tune, a lively number, the pair dance together with practiced ease. Other guests seek out partners and join them on the floor, although a fair number of people continue to mill and talk around the edges.

"In any case," says the Arch-Inquisitor, "I pray that your endeavors shall be blessed."

Roho smiles. "Thank you." He dips his head again. "I have my sponsors to thank. Enough have been generous with their time or money that I can attempt such another mercy hospital. Some seem to find the idea very appealing."

Uncertain just how to respond to the black Templar's greeting, and fumbling over having the attentions of something more intimidating than the Arch Inquisitor, Elise can only lift her free hand and wave a little before she glances around for someone else to speak with. Quickly.

A Savanite in pseudo-archaic robes (vaguely Olympian in cut) comes up with a jug of wine with an extended pouring lip, and bows his head to the black-armored Lancer, offering to refill his glass.

The Arch-Inquisitor nods to Roho, then turns to Envoy. "And I hope that you will be comfortable on Caroban, as you continue your studies."

Envoy jerks her head back towards the unicorn, from where she was watching the dancers. "Caroban?" she asks, slightly perplexed.

The black Templar offers up his goblet to the cheetah, although how it became empty to begin with is anyone's guess.

The unicorn looks to Envoy more directly. "You had not heard? Perhaps it was only a rumor or idle speculation."

The cheetah quickly fills the black Templar's glass, then moves on to the Champion of Roses, who also sports an empty glass.

Blinking thrice, the Aeolun says, "I have been keeping to myself more than usual of late, I fear, and have not heard any mention of a 'Caroban'. Is it another sky island?"

Unable to find a escape, Elise stands there fanning herself quietly and trying to think. She considers the Templars again, and instead of passing them over for fear of gaining their attentions again, pauses to look on for a moment longer. Her eyes shift from the empty glasses, then the masks they wear, curiously.

"Hm?" The poodle cadet walks off now, off towards but not directly at the Templars. She smiles around at those near her in an attempt to seem as just another noble mingling in the crowd.

The unicorn nods. "Yes. It is another sky island – one which occasionally passes close to Rephidim. I had heard that the Council of the Collegia Esoterica was planning to move their training facilities to that island, to further establish the neutrality of that body."

A vulpine tail bobs through the crowd, briefly appearing in front of Elise, then disappearing again.

The black Knight's beaked helmet follows Elise as she mingles through the crowd, occasionally glancing at the person following after her as well.

Elise gives a start at seeing the tail, which causes her to stop and put a hand on her chest. She shakes her head dismissively before continuing to walk near the Templars – to the wall not far from them.

"I see," Envoy says. "It would seem a wise choice from a security standpoint, since so few islands can be tracked in their wanderings… "

The black Knight gives the poodle a salute and then a formal bow. His violet cape flutters slightly with the movement.

The cadet shakes her head a few more times as if trying to shake something from her mind. When she reaches the area near the black Knight, she pauses as he salutes and bows. Uncertain, she simply smiles nervously at him for a second before remembering her manners. A formal Star and Anchor salute is given, quite out of place for her attire, and then a curtsey.

The minstrels complete their tune, and the host and his daughter depart the dance floor amidst polite clapping. The daughter, a matron nearing her middle years, moves to join the circle of nobles, while the host retrieves his cane before sauntering over to where Envoy, Roho, and the Arch Inquisitor are talking. "My good Doctor Roho!" he exclaims as he nears them. "So glad that you were able to attend my little gathering. And you, my lady, do me great honor by gracing my party with your presence." He bows to Envoy, and offers a smile to the Arch-Inquisitor, whom he had greeted earlier in the evening.

"Greetings, Madam Elise," the black Lancer scrawks. He must not be one of the "vow of silence" ones, although his voice is soft and slightly hoarse.

The Arch-Inquisitor inclines his head to the host.

The Aeolun curtseys to the Gallee host.

The Knight's word come unexpectedly, for most certainly Elise did not think he would speak. Her ears perk a little in surprise and she fans herself more. "Hello," she replies quickly. After a quick glance around afterward, which stops upon the Knight's glass before moving to his mask she offers a better greeting. "Greetings, Knight Templar of the Shadow Lance. I … I was wondering … " She glances at the glass again, then back to the Knight. " … if … you … would wish to dance?"

A tall Jupani woman comes into view, wearing the hooded robe of an Arch-Inquisitor, colored gray and green. With supreme confidence in her stride, she parts the crowd, many of whom look slightly uncomfortable at her passing. She looks around with a bored expression, stopping a moment to take a glass from a nearby waiter.

There's a flash of red, as a vulpine tail makes its way out of the path of the Arch-Inquisitrix, and darts behind some Savanite servants.

The Lancer's glass is full again, having been refilled by the serving maid. "Thank you for the offer, but I do not dance. My armor might also hinder my steps." He bows again. "I am Eclipse."

The elderly Gallee takes a deep breath of the night air, bracing his cane against the floor. "I'm grateful to your fellow mages, Lady Envoy, for ensuring the weather held for my unorthodox get-together. Terribly handy, that power."

Poodle ears blush, marking her embarrassment. "I am pleased to meet you, Lancer Eclipse. I … hope I have not offended you?" asks Elise.

"No Madame, you have not," Eclipse replies. "I simply do not wish to tread on your feet by mistake."

Esther spies the conspicuous gathering of Lancer and Arch-Inquisitor, and moves purposefully in their direction, stopping occasionally along the way to smile and nod at some acquaintance.

Envoy smiles and waves to the Inquisitrix, apparently pleased to see her, then turns back to her host and says, "I will certainly let them know of your gratitude, sir. Perhaps I will be able to offer my services at the next new century celebration your family graces us with."

The unicorn nods. "I hope that I, as well, will not have any obligations that interfere with my attendance."

Roho's ears can be seen bobbing amongst the guests, as he makes his way towards a tray for something to eat.

A vulpine tail that doesn't belong to Roho bobs along as well, following much the same path as the fennec.

A giggle escapes Elise despite her attempt at stopping it. The poodle however, does smile again now. "Oh yes, I fear I am without my armor and such a thing as your feet on mine might put me in bed once again!" She waves her fan a bit more before folding it, and her hands as well. She steps closer to him now so she need not speak up. "Not that I would expect you to be so ungraceful."

"I have heard of your deeds, Madame Elise. You give your academy much credit," Eclipse scrawks, folding his hands behind his back again.

"Oh, have you? Why that is so very nice to know! To think a Lancer has heard of my deeds … " The poodle woman beams at the Shadow Lancer, and her ears have not lost any of their redness. "I do try, but I must say, I never wished nor expected any of it. To be honest, I would rather it had never happened and my name not so well known. Oh … " Her voice drops now so that she may speak and hopefully not overheard. "I could not help but notice your glass had emptied. Forgive my ignorance, but I … cannot quite see how you would drink? I am so sorry if this offends you but … well … it seemed odd to me."

The Champion of Roses, standing near the Lancer and the cadet, suddenly develops an interest in staring at a nearby statue.

Eclipse clears his throat a little and takes a very small step sideways. Behind him is a large leafy plant which his bulk manages to conceal fairly well. He sidesteps again and the plant is completely hidden again. "They keep refilling my glass, and it would be insulting if I did not allow them to."

Apparently is is possible for the poodle to look more embarrassed. Her ears turn a nice crimson. "How terribly embarrassing of me to notice … ," she whispers, averting her gaze to the floor. "I had thought something was amiss."

Esther glides to a stop at a polite distance, in the field of view of the elderly host. "Good evening, Lord Samuel," she interjects. "I thank you for the invitation. I am invited to parties so rarely."

The host returns his attention to Envoy and smiles. "Ah, and I should be so lucky as to see that day, my dear. I hope my grandchildren's grandchildren will be available to welcome you both." He grins as he sees Esther arrive, lifting his free hand to wave to her. "Good evening, Arch-Inquisitrix!" he says with hearty good humor.

The unicorn Inquisitor inclines his head to Esther. "It is good to see you, Arch-Inquisitrix. I recall that I have fallen behind in correspondence, having been distracted by the attentions of the Audit and … " He scans the crowd. "… social concerns."

Esther nods to Melchizedek. "Think nothing of it. We have all been busy, of course."

The host bows deeply before Esther, reaching to take her hand and place a kiss above the fingers. "Then they do not know what they miss, my lady Inquisitrix. Wonderful indeed that you were able to attend."

Esther offers Lord Samuel her hand, to complete the gesture. "Your generosity is exceeded only by your grace, and that of the House Orthieriel."

"I admit to surprise at seeing you, Inquisitrix," Envoy says, smiling. "I had assumed you would be at the fore in the exploration of the newly accessible worlds."

The Aeonian says, "Such exploration has been greatly hindered by the decision of the Emir to establish his neutrality by denying further access to the Gateway Tower."

"The only access that Rephidim has to the Tower at present," adds the unicorn, "is with expeditions that had been planned and approved before the outbreak of this conflict."

Esther says, "I must admit to being relatively ignorant of these matters, Envoy. I have been involved heavily in the war effort, and except by reading reports and journals I don't get to keep up with the scientific community."

"Oh my," the Exile says, sounding disappointed. "But that seems such a waste, with so many things being discovered. I hope you at least got to see the Cepheid Pearl before it was misplaced. It is the only artifact I have brought in for the Temple thus far."

Lord de Orthieriel's smile widens to a grin at Esther's comment, and as he straightens he waves his hand in modest dismissal. "Ah, it's the prerogative of the old to be flattered by the young, I suppose. Fifty years ago I was a forward uppity dog, and now people call the same actions by me 'gracious.' Worse fates, I suppose," he says, voice quiet. His ears perk at the conversation on the Gateway tower, and he leans his weight against his cane, listening.

Esther says, "Lancer Eclipse, you are looking well. I never had a chance to greet you personally after your induction."

The black Lancer puts a finger to the tip of his beaked helmet for a moment and then clears his throat again as the Inquisitrix approaches. "Thank you, Arch-Inquisitrix. The Violet lance has been busy ever since we received word from Fetiss, but it good to have a moment's reprieve. I hope you are doing well?"

The unicorn looks at the small crowd that has gathered about his previously secluded spot, then says, "Perhaps I should … mingle a bit."

Finding there is now an Arch Inquisitrix near to see her blushing, Elise turns to look off, exactly away from the Arch Inquisitrix. She unfolds her fan and attempts to hide her face without looking to be doing so, or seeming to have noticed the Inquisitrix.

Esther says, "Yes, thank you. The gears are turning smoothly, I should say. Oh and incidentally, a bit of advice – a glass once filled, stays filled." She smiles and holds up her still-full glass.

The Lancer coughs suddenly. "Yes, Arch-Inquisitrix."

Off a few steps, the noble poodle lifts a hand to her head as if suddenly struck with a headache.

The musicians play a slow tune while pairs of dancers waltz across the floor. Snippets of conversation drift across the terrace, borne by the night breeze. "… ruined, I tell you, ruined!" "… never in any real danger… " "… did you hear what she did… " "… the Grand Vizier… "

Envoy bows to the two armored Lancers, and offers, "You probably don't know me, but I wish to thank you for your protection, both of Rephidim and the world at large, against the threat of the Boomer weapon. This century surely would have had a more tragic closing if not for your efforts."

The Champion of Roses inclines her head in response to the Apprentice.

Esther turns to Melchizedek. "Just a moment!" she says a bit too sharply. Then more calmly, "Perhaps we should … dance. Yes, that's it."

The elderly terrier coughs into his hand, making a choking noise that seems oddly reminiscent of laughter. "Ah, an excellent idea, I'm sure, Arch-Inquisitor. I dare say I should mingle some more myself." Another cough covered by one gloved hand, and he heads off with a wave.

"It is a pleasure and an honor, Apprentice Envoy Lothrhyn," Eclipse scrawks softly.

The loud noise of the Inquisitrix's request gives the poodle another start. She takes a moment to breathe before walking over to the wall, and shadows, herself. There she hides her face, and growing embarrassment, behind her fan.

Melchizedek pauses in mid-step, and raises an eyebrow in response to Esther's suggestion. "I have no more confidence in my own ability to dance than Lancer Eclipse has in his own, though I am flattered by the suggestion, Arch-Inquisitrix yod Rahab."

"But if you insist, Arch-Inquisitrix," the unicorn amends, inclining his head to the lupine.

Esther smiles conventionally. "Well, then I suppose we shall have to learn on the job. Perhaps we should find a spot out of the way to practice… " Esther takes Melchizedek by the arm and leads him away.

The Aeolun gives a slightly deeper bow to the Violet Lancer, and straightens up to watch a dancing unicorn. "Now that would be something to remember for another thousand years."

For now the poodle remains silent, preferring to make herself scarce for the moment.

"It is good to see you out and enjoying yourself, Apprentice Envoy. You have my condolences on the loss of your friend, the Priest-Queen," Eclipse says softly.

Envoy's smile fades. "Thank you, Lancer Eclipse. I wish I had had the chance to earn her respect. I can only hope the rest of the Royal Family are safe, and that they've forgiven her past sins."

"She had love in her heart for you. It would be unfair for me to deny you that knowledge. You confused her at times and made her unwary… but she never truly disliked you, nor did she look down upon you." The Lancer bows his head slightly.

A couple of fireworks shoot up into the air, whistling loudly – premature launches by over-eager celebrants, no doubt. The stroke of midnight is still a while away.

A matronly poodle woman bustles up to Elise. "Oh, there you are!" She smiles brightly at the younger woman, seeming oblivious to the other's attempts to blend in with the wall. "I've got this young fellow who's been just dying to meet you, Elise." She steps aside to gesture to a male poodle clad in an unfamiliar uniform. "My dear, this is Justin von Farrieu. He's come all the way from Gallis to celebrate the New Year with us.

Completing the introduction, she gestures from Justin to the other poodle. "Lord von Farrieu, this is my niece, the Lady Elise Antoine de Bellefeuille, whom I was telling you about." She beams at the younger pair, and Justin offers Elise a smile which conveys a certain wry sympathy for the obviousness of the matron's introduction. He is a tall, muscular poodle with dark gray fur, and he extends his hand for Elise's, bowing to her.

Elise's eyes look over her fan at the older poodle in front of her. Realizing there is simply no way she can hide now, the fan is dropped to once again be held in her folded hands. "Oh, Aunt Kiliere I … " She glances towards the group near the Shadow Lancer then back to her aunt. "I had not realized you were here." Eyes move to study the young man, and, she smiles to him, offering her hand.

Envoy looks up into the Knight's mask, and stands up a little straighter. "Thank you. She forced me to learn some hard lessons, but she made me stronger. She understood the duties of a leader, and I will make sure she is not forgotten or trivialized." Smiling again, the Exile waves an arm towards the crowd. "And see? She wasn't defeated, and freeing the slaves has not led to the downfall of civilization. Not here on Rephidim, at least."

"She made me stronger too," the Knight scrawks, his voice dropping to almost a whisper.

The uniformed poodle brushes the tip of his muzzle lightly over the back of Elise's fingers before straightening again. "Your aunt's description of you pales beside the actuality, Lady de Bellefeuille. You look divine," he tells her, smiling slightly.

The poodle matron clasps her hands together as she watches the two younger ones speak, but her smile falters when she hears Envoy's comment on the freeing of slaves. "Not yet anyway," she murmurs darkly in unobtrusive response.

In response, Elise giggles softly and fans herself with her free hand. "Why, thank you. I am happy to see my aunt still retains her excellent taste in people." Elise smiles a little more now that she has been handed an interesting distraction to pull her away from the others – one that at least allows her to fit in again.

Envoy grins slightly and bows to the matron.

The matron starts a little at Envoy's bow, and emotions war in her for a moment before she returns the bow with a curtsey and a smile. "Do tell us who your friends are, Elise."

Suddenly, a foppish fox blunders into the fennec. "OOF!"

Justin offers a wry glance to the matron at her request, then adds, "Yes, do," to it obediently, his gaze resting on Elise's face, seeming mesmerized by the glimpses of it hidden then revealed by her fan.

Roho oofs! He drops the hors d'eouvres he was about to munch on. "Oh, goodness! I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you there." Being blind, he's used to assuming he's the one who ran into the other.

The fox, in a slightly whiny voice says, "Oh! Here, let me help you with that!" He bends down … "Oh. It's dirty." There are then smacking and gobbling noises, and the sounds of fingers (not Roho's, of course) being licked. "Oh, no harm done!" *munch*

Hiding a giggle behind her hand at the fop's antics, Envoy turns to Elise and whispers, with a wink as well, "It's almost midnight, aren't you going join in the last dance of the century?"

The Lancer fidgets and reaches out to Envoy's hand. "I should not keep you from the other guests. A Happy New Year to you, Madame Envoy." He presses something into her hand.

The foppish fox wanders along, looking back over his shoulder at the fennec, and not quite looking which way he's going…

Roho blinks and nods. "Well, certainly that was one way to take care of the mess!" He listens to the departure of his odd encounter, chuckling and reaching for another treat.

"Well … ," starts Elise as she turns towards those her aunt is facing. She begins first by looking to Envoy. "This, Auntie, would Apprentice Envoy. I cannot say we are more than acquaintances, but, we did indeed … well … fight a golem together. Once. Yes … " The poodle woman quickly moves on to the next person and finds she really does not know any of these other people to even refer to them in detail. Thus she just addresses each quickly while giving a smile as the name is brought up. " This would be the – of course – Champion of Roses. I only introduce her so not to leave her name unmentioned. She really does need no introduction, however. The gallant one beside her would be Eclipse of the Shadow Lance."

As he is addressed, Eclipse bows to the matron.

Envoy blinks in surprise, but discreetly palms the item and tucks it away into her dress. "It has been a pleasure to … meet you, Lancer. May the new year bring you some well-earned peace."

A female voice giggles next to Roho. "I can't imagine how he got in here," she whispers to the fennec. She must be quite short, as her voice is coming from about his height. "I rather thought he would be playing with the other musicians."

"You as well, Envoy Lothrhyn," the black Lancer replies.

Roho tilts his head at the speaker. "Who was he? He seemed rather overeager about that morsel."

Across the room, a tall lady Eeee enters the party. Her black dress, conservative and with a high neckline, with lace trim, is obviously Sylvanian in design to anyone in the know. Quite a few guests murmur, scandalized at the arrival of a merely formerly royal guest to such an occasion.

Elise glances to Envoy and her eyes widen a bit. "Oh! I had been so busy socializing I had almost forgotten!" She quickly turns about to face the gray poodle beside her expectantly.

Meanwhile, the fox tries to sneak along the outskirts of the gathering, then sniffs at the air, catching a whiff of something pungent and alcoholic. He starts wandering off to one of the potted plants.

The matron smiles perkily at each of the people as Elise introduces them. "What fascinating individuals you know, my dear! Did you really fight a golem, Apprentice Envoy? That must have been terrifying."

"I fought it too, Auntie," notes Elise quietly.

Justin, meanwhile, says automatically, "Charmed, I'm sure," without taking his eyes from Elise's face. After a moment, he seems to come to himself and recognize his rudeness, turning to offer each person a gentle smile before returning his attention to Elise. "A golem?" he says, intrigued.

"It was a challenge," the Aeolun admits. "But Elise wasn't afraid, and I haven't quite refined my own sense of fear yet."

Right about then, while the fox is intently sniffing the air around the potted plants … he suddenly sees how dangerously close he has wandered over to the Champion of Roses and – even scarier – a Shadow Lancer – and abruptly backs away, trying to smile politely … and walks backward into Envoy, her wings knocking his hat down over his eyes. "Yelp!"

Beside Roho, the female voice says, "He's the most absurd little creature. A fox minstrel, and he always dresses in an absolutely ridiculous manner. I saw him at the Guy Fox parade last year. He was performing, and he fit in perfectly." She giggles. "And now he's bumped into some other poor guest," she tells the fennec.

Eclipse exchanges glances with the Champion. He holds up his empty goblet and twirls it a little.

In response, Elise turns to face the man beside her and answers. "Well, yes, a golem. Apparently the Nagai Empire had sent it to dispatch us during our tour of the caves," she explains. Her head shakes a little and she continues. "No, I was quite terrified. I … just well … it was my duty to stand and fight yes?" Her tail wags a little at the attention shown her until, he, comes into view. Elise eyes widen and she lifts a hand to point at the fox. "You again … "

Elise's aunt looks bemused. "Er. Refined your own sense of fear?"

Envoy steps aside to reveal the vulpine Bard. "Why, hello there, Bard Fox. You're just in time, as these two young nobles are in need of a romantic melody." She smiles down at the shorter Exile.

The fox looks about frantically, then sticks a finger in his collar. "Oh! Oh, yes, yes, quite. Why, that's why I'm here, of course!"

Roho chuckles softly. "The poor fellow. Even I don't run into that many people!" He smiles. "Still, it sounds like he's good at his minstreling. Minstrels wish to make people smile, and he sounds like he just did to you."

"A melody, which includes no singing," interjects Elise quickly.

The fop-fox clears his throat, then whispers loudly, "Ahem. Ah, fine young man there … what is your name?" He pretends not to hear Elise.

"Yes, Ma'am," Envoy tells Elise's aunt. "Fear is one of the more complex states of mind, and is quite challenging for one of my … limited instincts."

The younger female poodle peers at the fox. She takes a step closer, so as to examine him a bit more closely. One of her ears flicks agitatedly. She then reaches over to pinch herself on the arm.

The visiting poodle noble has apparently not yet gotten around to releasing Elise's hand from when he kissed it earlier. "I should think it was your duty to preserve your life, Lady de Bellefeuille … and very unfortunate that such terrible circumstances should arise to jeopardize it." He flicks an ear absently at the fox's request, but makes no answer.

Envoy interrupts Elise's examination of the fox, by offering, "Why, I would be honored to sing for your dance, Elise. It is a skill I don't get to exercise very often."

"Oh," the matron de Kiliere says faintly. She looks quite lost. "Ah. Limited instincts?"

The fox hmms, seeing that he isn't going to be given a name. "Very well, then! I'll … improvise!" He swings his ever-present lute around off of his back, and strums it testingly. "Now … what rhymes with Bellefeuille?" he muses, then shrugs.

Finding her hand taken, Elise is unable to pinch her arm. She peers at the fox for a moment more before sighing and giving up. "Yes, very well Envoy. I trust you have more … experience, at it than others here might. The bard may accompany you."

The foppish fox begins playing, and breaks into song! "The lovely and dear Lady Bellefeuille, I shudder when I just say her name!"

At the opposite side of the terrace, Samuel de Orthielier has gone over to greet the latest arrival to the party, animatedly making a fuss over her as he makes the Sylvanian visitor welcome.

"When I am around her, I turn into such a fool, for I know nothing of love's complex game!"

Roho's ears flick as the fox starts to sing, and he listens curiously, though with some trepidation.

Elise glowers. "Stop him. Someone, stop him."

"Oh, I am tempted to break one and every rule, and to expose myself to endless shame!"

Envoy oh dears, and just tries to look innocent.

At about this time the male poodle beside Elise would find his hand being squeezed rather painfully.

"For her beauty makes me feel so minuscule; in light of that, am I really to blame?"

Justin instantly releases Elise's hand and turns to Reynard, towering over the fox. "The lady asked you to stop," he says politely. His expression is full of menace.

The fox drops to one knee, and begins singing, "Eliiiiiiise, Eliiiiise, once I have you, I'll never releeeeease! Eliiiiise, Eliiiiise! It's only you that I wish to pleeeease!"

Eclipse steps forward, suddenly greatly interested in getting his wine glass refilled once again.

Roho's ears flatten back at this point, as the singing becomes caterwauling.

"Oh, that I could put you on a pedistool, and always your praises exclaim!"

The Gallisian poodle wraps one hand around the fop-fox's muzzle and lifts him bodily from the floor by it. "The lady told you to stop." His words are fierce with emphasis. With his other hand, he removes the lute from the fop's grasp. "You would do well to learn to heed the wishes of your betters."

"YURK!" yelps the fox, his tail dangling and swishing frantically back and forth.

The woman beside Roho is finding it harder to stifle her giggles. "OH dear," she says softly. "I think we're being rescued, thankfully."

A Savanite maid, meanwhile, quickly fills the Lancer's cup once more.

That fan is once again unfolded and returns to hide the noble from the crowd. She can be seen to grin a little at the male poodle's handling of the situation, a look only those nearby would catch being that they have no fan obscuring their view of Elise.

Eclipse hastily returns, stepping behind the bard. "Sir, this is a time of enjoyment. Allow me to tend to the bard so that you may resume your festivities?"

The fox just whines pitifully, dangling from the poodle's grasp.

Justin tosses the lute off the terrace. It bounces to ground level with a few twangs. He looks the fox bard in the eye, still holding him up by his muzzle. "Now. If she makes a request of you in the future, will you fulfill it promptly?" he inquires, pleasantness overlaying his anger.

"Allow me a question of the bard, before you remove him?" asks Elise.

Roho mmphs, shaking his head to clear it. "Wow, that was rather … unique singing."

"Murp?" whines the fox.

Although disturbed by the show of force, Envoy still cocks an ear at the twang of the lute's impact, somehow doubtful that the instrument would suffer any from the rough handling.

Elise adds, "And you need not hold him so harshly. I do not think he meant to offend me. His lyrics never were, well, very practiced."

"He will not be able to answer your question with a broken jaw, Lord. May I deal with him?" Eclipse grabs the back of the fop's shirt, hoping to take some of the strain from his muzzle.

The noble poodle looks past the fox to the Lancer. "Ah, thank you, my good sir, for your offer." He smiles at the Vartan. "I doubt he could be trusted even if he gave his word." With some misgiving evident in his stance, he lowers the fop to the ground and releases his grip. "My apologies, Lady de Bellefeuille, if I've overreacted."

The fox immediately makes to dash away … but his shirt is still held by the Lancer. "Whine!"

More giggles. "Unique? You're a very kind man to describe it so," the unknown female says to Roho.

Elise de Bellefeuille steps forward in front of Justin. "Despite my recent encounters," she says as she reaches over to brush the fox's muzzle fur back into place, "I rather dislike violence." She smiles a little and tilts her head before leaning in to whisper to the fox. She then leans back watches him for an answer.

The Gallisian looks abashed as he brushes fox fur from his hands, backing off to allow Elise to question the bard while the Vartan restrains him.

Eclipse flashes a sign to the Champion and then points towards the terrace. He keeps a hand on the fox's shoulder, although it seems to be more a grip of support than one of force. He's not clutching the fox like a prisoner as much as simply holding him up.

The Champion of Roses nods, and strides over toward the edge of the terrace.

From far below, in the street, a loud voice can be heard, shouting, "HEY! WHO DROP WOODY THING ON RAMFIST HEAD? RAWR!" There's a spranging noise, and then a whipping sound as something is flung into the air.

A body bumps into the table beside the healer as the woman next to him leans against it, almost helpless as she tries to constrain her laughter. "Ah, um," she tries to speak for Roho's benefit, "There's a poodle who stopped the minstrel, and he threw the fox's lute off the balcony. I, ah, think it hit someone."

Roho chuckles. "I try to be … generous in my judgments." He munches an hors d'eouvres, "However, I can't say as I'm sorry the lute was… " His ears perk at the bellow. "Oops."

She brushes against the doctor's side as she sways, still trying to contain her merriment, which is only making her more tempted to laugh. "I guess you can tell."

Meanwhile Elise continues to wait for the fox to respond, watching him intently. She does however offer her hand again to the poodle beside her.

Roho smiles and nods. "I'm decent at piecing things together by sound." He grins. "Especially when that sound is the sproing of a lute being smashed."

The fox only responds by yanking free of the Lancer and dashing through the crowd. At about the same time, the lute – miraculously unharmed by its mistreatment – comes sailing through the air, end over end. It smacks the fox soundly on the head, and lays him out cold.

*SPRANG!* *KLONK* *thud*

Eclipse sighs and walks over to the bard. "I will take him to a medic. You need not concern yourselves with this, citizens."

Roho winces, "That didn't sound too good… "

"My!" exclaims Elise as the fox falls to the floor. "Somehow, yes, would that not be poetic justice?"

"It really is amazing," Envoy comments quietly, "when you consider that he isn't a Chaos Mage."

The smile is evident in her voice as she says, "You look like you have very keen hearing … oh!" She blinks. "But the lute wasn't smashed. Er. Yet." She shifts to stand. "I can't see if it is now. You are a healer, are you not?" she queries gently.

The Gallisian watches the scene with considerable surprise. "Are you absolutely certain of that latter?" he asks Envoy.

The black Lancer swings the lute over his shoulder and picks up the fox – not a hard task considering he's easily three feet taller than the fox. He hastily makes his way towards the door outside to save the fox from any further incident.

Roho nods. "Yes, if you'll excuse me." He heads over towards the fox, who seems to have disappeared from where he was struck.

"I think I have seen enough of him for this night, well … " Elise lets her thought trail off as she turns towards the male poodle beside her. "I believe we were to dance yes? Perhaps we should be off before we encounter anything else."

The fox, thus, is borne away from the excitement, ending the party unconscious and not without the help of a single sip of fermented beverage, either.

"Well," the Aeolun says, "there is the possibility that the lute is actually in control."

Feet hurry after Roho. "This way," she says, catching up to him and taking his hand. "The Lancer's carrying him off, but I don't know for sure if he's taking him to seek treatment. If you'll allow me… "

Roho nods, "By all means." He holds the hand offered, letting himself be led towards the fox.

Still dusting his hands off absently, Justin nods slowly at Envoy's comment. "Yes… that might explain it… ," he murmurs in amusement. He shakes his head to clear it, and turns to smile at Elise. "I would be most honored to dance with you, Lady de Bellefeuille."

The lady beside Roho tucks his hand into the crook of her elbow to lead him towards the terrace's outer edge, and watches as the Lancer flies off with the fox. She shakes her head. "Oh dear. They're quite out of sight now – he's flown off with the bard. I hope he'll be all right."

Elise beams at Justin before she turns to take a step for the dance floor. Remembering herself, she waits for him to offer his arm and take the lead before moving any further.

The Gallisian crooks his arm in invitation to Elise, and the two sweep together towards the pairs of dancers.

Roho uh-ohs. "Well, hopefully it's not too bad. Lutes are, after all, mostly hollow. Still probably will leave him with a mighty lump."

Envoy fetches herself a glass of punch, and watches the dancers.

Roho's companion says, "I suppose that's true. It certainly sounded awfully unpleasant, though." She inhales deeply of the cooler night air that wafts in over the balcony here.

Roho nods, "Yes, it did." He ohs. "Wait, you meant the blow to the head, not the singing, right?"

A clear laugh answers Roho, unlike her earlier fitful giggles. "Both, I'm sure. May I introduce myself? I'm Daphne von Seriphe."

Roho smiles, and bows a little. "I am Roho. Glad to meet you."

A Korv in fairly sharp airman's garb approaches, a mug in one hand. He weaves a little bit, but it doesn't look like he's more than slightly tipsy. On his back, an odd little leather pack arrangement allows a fuzzy-headed hook-billed bird to peer over his shoulder, which he occasionally gives a scrap of ground Rughrat, and a pat on the head. Spying Roho, he jingles his way over. "Ahoy there, old man!"

Roho's ears perk up at a familiar scrawk, "Ahoy! Kensington, is that you? How goes the barbering business?"

The musicians have just set in on a gentle, sweeping tune as Elise and Justin reach the cleared area for the dancers. He bows to her, then shifts to place one hand against the small of her back, and uses his free hand to capture hers.

"Aye, Roho, 'tis me," caws Kensington, a smile in his voice if not around his beak. "Oh, well… didn't really keep up widdit, y'know. I 'ad this an' that t'do, anna little fiasco back home t'deal wit'. Left me wit' egg on me face, anna lot ta thinks about. I see yer still kickin' around, lively as ever! What've ye been up to?"

The Sylvanian Eeee lady makes her way across the room, heading toward the Marquis of Fleaufille, and his wife. Her black dress and her wings rustle with each movement, and a veil over her face sways faintly, more a matter of fashion than actually obscuring her features. She holds a red drink in one hand.

Kensington finally glances at the person Roho was previously conversing with, and snatches his hat off his head. "Oh, beggin' yer pardon, ma'am. Didn't mean ta interrupts."

Ever the people-watcher, Envoy keeps an eye on the Sylvanian, figuring she might not be on the friendliest of terms with the Kujakus that probably just claimed her ancestral estate.

Daphne smiles quizzically to Kensington. "Good evening," she says gently. She's a well-dressed Khatta with silver-grey fur, and small proportions, perhaps a few inches over four feet.

Roho chuckles, "You've actually hung your swords up? I wouldn't have believed it." He smiles, "Oh, stirring up trouble in Ashdod, as usual. Oh, introductions!"

Roho indicates his companion. "This is Daphne von Seriphe. She just helped me with a little incident inside." He indicates Kensington, "The swashbucklingest Korv I've met, Kensington. Now retired, apparently!"

Daphne offers her hand to Kensington. "A pleasure to meet you, sir," she says softly.

Smiling brightly, Elise slips her hand into Justin's and settles in to dance. "I do hope my sister sees this. She will be so happy to witness me enjoying myself. Though I am certain she will be beside herself with jealousy, as well," she tells him with a bit of a giggle towards the end. Before they begin dancing however she tilts her head to peer around the other. "A Sylvanian Eeee? It would seem the fox was not the only one with nerve in attendance."

The two Gallisian Kukajus twitter to everyone around themselves except for each other … but the Marquis looks genuinely surprised when he turns to see the Sylvanian approaching him.

Kensington cackles in typical corvid manner, but folds a wing in front of himself to bow slightly, though not enough to let the bird on his back get jostled too much. "A pleasure ta makes yer acquaintance, Lady von Seriphe. I'll 'ave ta describes ye to Roho sometime, so's 'e kin appreciates yer beauty." He flops his hat back on his head, its white plume drifting around on the top.

Kensington takes the proffered hand, and taps the back of it lightly with the tip of his beak, then rights himself.

Justin frowns at the Sylvanian. "By the First Ones," he murmurs. "What would one of those be doing here?" He tries to cover his unease, maneuvering Elise to dance with him.

Roho's face looks vaguely troubled for a moment, then returns to normal.

The Khatta bestows a smile on Kensington. "Oh please, don't do that," she pleads. "I selected him specifically as the one person who would not shrink from my ugly visage."

"Hello, Marquis," says the Sylvanian countess, in a distinctive accent. "I would love to wish you good day … but I'm afraid that in light of the fact that you killed my husband … "

Envoy begins to make her way over towards the Marquis and his companions – out of a desire to hear more of their dialect, not because she expects there to be any trouble, certainly.

Roho chuckles, "Oh, another taking merciless advantage of my position!" He smiles. "Well, you do have a lovely voice, and an even lovelier laugh."

Although still watching the Eeee, Elise seems to have no trouble keeping in step to dance. Apparently her military training has not dulled her ability to dance in the slightest. "I simply have no idea, really. I … " The lady poodle's ears perk yet again, and her hold on her partner's hand weakens. "I think I well know now … I believe we should make our way over there. I believe … there is a problem."

As the Marquis stammers, and the Marquessa twitters and fans herself as if she might faint … the countess flings her glass of blood-red liquid into the face of the Marquis. Of course, there are several gasps and a couple of faints amongst those watching the scene.

Justin's voice darkens with anger. "I believe you are right. Shall we?" He gestures towards the trio, intending to walk that way.

Roho's smile falters at the sound of the escalating confrontation.

"Oh my!" exclaims Elise as she sees the blood splattered across the man's face. She then nods to Justin before breaking off from him so the two can walk over.

The corsair pours a little drink from his mug into the lower half of his beak, and tosses his head back. "Ahh… " His bird makes an 'Eee, eee, eee!' noise, and he feeds it a bit more ground meat. "As fer retirement… well, I ain't quites there yet. I made quite th' fool o' meself back home, an' it left me summat sore. I'll pull meself together, but it'll take some… eh?" His crest rises slightly at Roho's expression. "What is it, mate?"

Roho sighs. "I thought I smelled blood. I dismissed it, but I think we just learned its source."

The Khatta noblewoman's easy reply dies on her lips, as she frowns, watching the tussle inside. "Oh, poor Samuel."

The Marquis twitters, "Oh! I … of all the … ," then squawks, "OFF WITH HER HEAD!"

Kensington's neck feathers ruffle out, and his eyes narrow. He raises his voice. "'Ere now, wot's all this, then?"

"Oh my," Envoy exclaims, trying to get between the Eeee and the Kujakus. "You'll need to have that washed out straight away, My Lord Marquis. I saw a washroom just down the hall… "

Daphne winces as she catches the Marquis' words, sinking her head into one hand.

Roho winces. "I don't know … but it sounds quite bad. Some blood feud between two families, it would seem… "

The Champion of Roses marches toward the scene … though by positioning herself so far off away from the main body of the mingling guests, she has quite a few people to work her way around.

The Gallisian loosens his ceremonial sword from its sheath as he strides toward the Sylvanian. "You, Madame, have quite overstayed your welcome, if you ever had one," he informs the ex-countess.

Roho rasps, "Can … can he really have her executed?"

"Not durin' a party," grunts Kensington, taking another swig of his drink. "Ruins th' mood." He begins sidling towards the altercation for a better look.

"Why don't you do it yourself, Marquis?" says the Eeee lady, raising her chin. "Does it somehow make you innocent if you don't shed the blood with your own hands?"

Meanwhile, Elise continues towards the scene. Her pace quickens, but being that she is wearing a dress and not her school uniform, her movement is somewhat hindered, more by the need for grace than anything.

Envoy looks to the Marquis' wife, to see if she can keep things from going too far.

By looks alone, it would seem that things aren't going to suddenly turn happy on their own.

The Korv claps his wingclaws together. "'Ere, now! Let's settle this down, ladies an' gents. Poor form ta gets inna row on New Year's, aye?"

A number of eyes turn to look at Kensington, blinking in surprise. Surely even Orthieriel would not have invited … that.

Having finally arrived, Elise glances around for other members of the Temple. She does not find the two Arch Inquisitors, but she does see the Champion of Roses. Since she had not heard her speak, and since the other Lancer she knows can talk has left, Elise decides she had better say something. "I do not believe this is the time or the place to settle such things. As you are both guests of Rephidim, I suggest you consider that before taking any action."

Esther strides quickly across the room from the secluded spot in which she had been conversing. She looks like business.

The unicorn follows after the wolf … though by the time Esther arrives on the scene, he's still several paces behind.

Never very confident when passion and politics are involved, Envoy takes a few reluctant steps back from the tensions.

"Excuse me," Esther says in an overly loud voice, then more quietly, "is there some problem we can help to alleviate?"

Likewise upon seeing her superior step in, Elise also backs down. She steps off to stand beside Justin again.

The Khatta woman is still standing on the edge of the terrace, with Roho. She peeks out from between her fingers to watch the scene, smiling for a moment at Kensington's bold comment, and then grimacing again, shaking her head quietly.

"I have tossed a cup of blood into the face of a noble of a country allied with Rephidim," the Sylvanian ex-countess says. "By your laws, I am the criminal here."

"By my laws, your pretty little head should be cleft from your body, you blood-sucking fiend!" twitters the Marquis. "She attacked me!"

The corsair nods jovially, ignoring the looks from the upper crust. It's always good when the guards haven't been called yet! He looks content to listen for now, since it seems the Temple is on hand as well.

The Marquessa trembles with anger next to her husband. "Ooooo! And she admits it, too! The beast!" Her beak opens and closes with quick little snaps, and her tail-feathers quiver up and down.

Justin looks more than half-tempted to execute the Marquis' directive and the Eeee. But he holds his place, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword.

Esther raises a gloved hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, a moment of peace, please! Staining a man, though it may be an insult, is a very minor crime." A menacing chill enters her voice. "Dueling, on the other hand, is a far more serious one."

Esther says, "May I suggest that, if you cannot agree to leave your differences outside this party, that you settle them somewhere else."

A glance is cast towards the male poodle. Elise frowns slightly and reaches over to put a hand upon Justin's sword arm in an attempt to calm him and keep him back.

The Eeee smirks. "Certainly. The Marquis is more than welcome to accompany his troops when they come knocking on my door. I would be more than pleased to meet him personally and welcome him to my humble abode."

The corsair is unable to quite conceal a grin at that, but he holds his tongue, for once.

Esther looks around for Lord Orthieriel.

The Gallisian poodle turns his head from the confrontation and nods reassuringly to Elise. He takes his hand from the hilt of his blade, and contents himself with glaring blackly at the Eeee.

Lord Orthieriel has been shaking his head quietly in a corner, clearly dismayed by this turn of events. When Esther catches his eye, he comes towards her. "If we could resolve this peaceably, Countess, Marquis, I would certainly be grateful."

Envoy keeps her expression neutral, but shows more interest in the countess now than the Gallisian nobles.

"Very well then," says the lady Eeee. "If you do not require that I be taken off in shackles, then I shall leave of my own accord, and do nothing more to tarnish your festivities."

The Marquis sputters, "You'll do no such thing! If you won't behead her … then … arrest her!"

Samuel de Orthieriel looks to Esther for support in managing this. "Countess Draco," he says heavily, "I don't believe that shackles should be necessary… "

Esther turns soberly to the Marquis. "Sir, just as in Gallis we would respect your rule and law, we ask nothing more than that you respect ours. Surely grace is not out of the question during such a joyous occasion as this?"

Elise pats the arm of the poodle beside her. "Besides," she whispers to him, " … defending the guests of Rephidim is my duty. Not yours." She smiles uneasily.

"Aw, calm down, ya pompous rainbow-britched blowhard," rasps Kensington.

The Kujaku sucks in his breath at the words from Kensington. "I am scandalized! For such words to come from the mouth of such a … such a … " He gasps, then squawks, "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"

Esther wheels on Kensington and points directly at his face. "Get him out of here."

Roho sighs, shaking his head, and mutters just loud enough to be heard by his companion, "I believe those may be the only words he knows."

The Champion of Roses grabs Kensington by the wing-shoulder.

Several guests looked on the verge of giggling at Kensington's last comment, and they actually do so at the Marquis's reaction, much to his dismay. They sober quickly when Esther orders the Korv removed, however.

Kensington oofs! He works at finishing his mug as quickly as he can manage before he's hauled off. "Easy there, fella! Oops, 'ere we goes again! 'Appy New Year's!"

A few strangled giggles can still be heard from the edge of the terrace, however. Daphne hides her face against Roho's shoulder, trying not to attract attention to herself.

The corsair waves his wing cheerfully as he's escorted away, offering well-wishing. His fuzzy-feathered burden comments, "Eeee!"

Envoy grins as well. "The Cheshire Cat has left the building," she whispers to herself, and perhaps, to Roho.

Roho sighs and shakes his head with a rueful smile, "Remind me to spend next New Year at a nice tavern, before a fire. At least there the political discussion is usually civil."

Seeing the Champion now has her hands full, Elise steps forward. She gives the Arch Inquisitrix a quick salute before standing ready. "Arch Inquisitrix." For all the formality, she lacks any sort of intimidating factor. A poodle in a ball gown does not make for an impressive guard.

Esther turns to the Gallisian poodle. "Sir, may I suggest that you escort the Marquis out to the balcony for a breath of fresh air." She then turns to the Countess. "And if you intend to leave, Madame Countess, now would be an excellent moment to make an exit."

The countess bows to Esther … then steps back, spreading her velvet wings, and alights into the air, flapping up and into the sky.

Roho smiles at the Khatta as she hides in his tunic. "Are you okay?"

Although he looks far from pleased, Justin bows his head in acquiescence to the Arch-Inquisitrix's directive. He places a hand on the Marquis's shoulder. "Come, sir, we'll get you cleaned up." He escorts the twittering, sputtering bird towards the far side of the terrace and one of the fountains, despite the man's protests and occasional muffled "OFF WITH HER HEAD" comments.

Roho hmms. "Do you suppose he meant Justin should be beheaded?"

Esther only then notices the cadet standing at attention in her party dress. "Ah yes. Cadet Elise de Bellefeuille, I presume? Er … at ease."

Envoy makes her way over to Roho, as things calm down. "Are avians usually so flighty?" she asks, seeking the fennec's wisdom.

Choking noises emerge from where Daphne is hiding her face against the healer, gasps of laughter or possibly tears, and they increase at his last comment. "Oh … ah … ," she wheezes. "… poor Samuel … "

One of the guests points up at the clock. "Oh! Look! It's about to strike midnight!" The sounds of the crowd in the street begin to build, echoing this sentiment.

Roho frowns at Envoy. He's not quite sure if she made the pun on purpose, given her literalness. "Er, well … I haven't known too many avians."

The cadet blushes slightly and nods a little. "Yes ma'am," she says before folding her arms across her chest and doing her best to look vaguely intimidating.

The Aeonian Inquisitor shakes his head, and strolls back over to the edge of the nearest terrace.

The chanting in the street can be heard to count off the remaining seconds. "Ten! … "

The Marquessa, after quite some time making incoherent twittering noises at Esther, bustles over to join her husband and fellow countryman.

Envoy reaches the terrace as well, and tries to see the Clock Tower.

Esther finds a champagne flute on a nearby table, and picks it up. Then she thinks better, and takes two.

Roho smiles, and picks up a glass of champagne, and offers one to the Khatta. "A toast, if you wish?"

The minute hand of the clock tower is just a click away from midnight. "Nine! … "

Seeing that the trouble is over, and she is again alone, Elise drops her arms and sighs deeply. She walks over towards the nearest chair and settles herself upon it.

As the countdown commences, Kathryn emerges from an alcove, a handsome young Gallee holding her hand. She smiles and points to the clock, then turns to face her companion.

"Eight! … "

Esther starts casually walking after Melchizedek. "Happy New Year, Cadet," she says over her shoulder to Elise, a bemused grin on her gaunt face.

One of her ears swiveling to catch the sound of the chanting crowd, Daphne lifts her head from Roho's chest and manages to gain some composure. "Oh dear. Nearly midnight. Perhaps you'd do me the honor of a New Year's kiss?" she asks the fennec hopefully.

"You don't suppose Wyckyd would try something now?" Envoy whispers from the non-cuddled side of Roho.

"Seven! … "

"Happy New Year, Ma'am," replies Elise from her chair in a rather exhausted tone. As she lifts her gaze from the departing Inquisitrix, she notes her sister on the balcony and smirks a little.

"Six! … "

Daphne takes the offered glass of champagne a little belatedly, and lifts it high.

Roho looks rather taken off guard by that. "I … er … well, of course, milady!" It doesn't sound like he gets those offers too often, even with the ears.

"Five! … "

Justin looks mournfully across the terrace to where Elise is seated, and gives a heavy sigh.

"Four! … "

In the distance, Esther is seen calling after Melchizedek, and holding out a champagne glass toward him.

"Happy New Year … Sabel," whispers Elise as she reaches over to lift a glass from the table nearby. She doesn't bother to sip from it, but instead just holds it to look festive. Unfortunately her tired smirk rather ruins the look.

Roho listens to the chant, and smiles to Envoy, "I really hope not. Even he must have a celebratory side to him!" He holds the glass in one paw, and the arm of his companion in the other.

"Three!… "

The Arch-Inquisitor nods, taking the proffered glass.

"Two! … "

Elise lifts her glass to the clock tower in the distance.

"One! … "

Roho raises his glass to the tower!

Off with a small group of noblewomen, a handsome young Jupani glances up and over to the clock. He grins and points with his free hand while lifting the glass in the other. One of the women nearby smiles at him. "Happy New Year, Arkold," she says.

A voice below shouts, "Zsofi DEMANDS you have a Happy New Year!!! On pain of horrible torturous death!!"

*click* The minute hand moves to the upright position … and the crowd breaks out in cheers!

The clock rings out the hour, as fireworks explode, noisemakers whirl, and people shout "Happy New Year!"

Daphne touches a hand to Roho's cheek as she leans in to kiss him amidst the cheering of the crowd, her whiskers twitching forward to brush against his.

Envoy catches some of the excitement as well, and lets out a "Yeah!" cheer of her own.

Roho's ears go an alarming shade of red, slowly creeping up from the bases to the tips … probably a very enlightening process for Envoy to watch. He smiles and returns the kiss of the New Year!

Esther faces Melchizedek and raises her glass. "United we stand," she toasts.

Envoy does indeed watch Roho's reaction to the kiss. "Wow, relativity in action… "

The Gallee next to Kathryn gives a cheer which is promptly silenced as the poodle embraces him tightly, and they kiss enthusiastically, possibly in celebration of the New Year.

The Aeonian Inquisitor clinks glasses with Esther. "United we stand," he repeats.

The lone poodle lowers the glass and puts it back on the table. She stands up and after fussing over her outfit a bit turns to walk off towards the exit. "Where is a problem when you need one?" She sighs a little. "I am so looking forward to school in the morning."

An angry demon-cat's voice can be heard in slightly quieter tones as she castigates an employee, "You nearly made Zsofi late for New Year's! Zsofi will kill you! No… Zsofi will turn your bones to ice, and they will melt, and you will become a fleshbag of organs, but you will not die. You will be put in a glass bucket beneath the boiling lobster cage as a reminder to what happens when someone does not leave a tip." Her growling continues, quietly fading as she moves away.

The Khatta's eyes are closed and she seems perfectly undisturbed by Envoy's comment, lingering on the kiss a bit before letting it lapse and having a sip of champagne. "Happy New Year," she murmurs to Roho.