(2018-05-12) Invitatio
Cultures collide at the Gaspari estate.
alessandro arabella chiara cosette cosimo elizabetta enzo faraman garden 
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Summary:
The Gaspari household hosts an expansive garden party to announce a betrothal between one of their own and the Arbores. There are also three particular dignitaries present at the festivities.
Related:
Prince, Curate, and Sisters of Concordance
Misc Info:
Much failed flirting to be had and at least one (near) wardrobe failure.
isabella livino lorenzo marsilia orazio rossana salvatore vittore 

The gardens of the Gaspari manse have been done over thoroughly for the proceedings, which are already in full swing. The family's staff are all attired in more demure examples of Eastern Empire attire; draping cloth, woven hair designs, and even some veils on the women (though they bear henna upon the hands). There is wine to be shared, trays of food about, but also a buffet so that guests can explore and try their hand without having to worry about it being thrust upon them (though there is plenty of Matoran food available as well for the less adventurous).

The music is foreign as well, but kept at a low enough volume to not interfere with conversation. The Gaspari guard is present, but fairly unobtrusive. Regardless, they can be seen at entrance, exit, and here and there throughout the estate. The tables, benches, and other areas of seating have been done over in silk cushions and other drapery in the Eastern style which is echoed in the large tapestry behind the head table in all of its golden splendor.

Two of the Arbores make their way into the gardens. Livino, in his rich and bejeweled fabrics is holding the gently placed hand of his taller sister Elizabetta. In deference to the theme of the party, the latter has altered her presentation; wearing the small cap and veil popular amongst the women of the Eastern Empire. At arrival, her face and upperbody are obscured by the veil, save for her eyes, which are outlined sharply with kohl and accented with bright powder on her eyelids.

Behind Livino, servants wearing Arbore's bronze and black are carrying boxes swathed in cloth-of-bronze, but they promptly make their way to the walls in order to remain obscure as the brother and sister offer their bow and curtsy to the hosting couple.

For the time being, Garden plays hostess. She has posted up by the entrance to the gardens proper; a small table at hand where her wine may wait to be retrieved as needed, but leave her hands free to properly greet new arrivals. There is a certain pose and fanfare to her gestures; largely to show off the henna that adorns her hands and forearms, revealed whenever the palla slips back just so. Her own attire is also in the Eastern Empire (though a throwback to storied empress) style and a match to her husband's (full in desc) in the turquoise and emerald of Gaspari, replete with pearls and silks.

With Elizabetta leading the way, Livino is allowing the more political of the two to handle the introductions. While dressed as asked in the clothing presented to him as soon as he returned form Vigeruse. While he may look a little weary from the travel, he's more than capable of trying to keep composed. His eyes are scanning the crowd for someone in paticular, but noticing her abscence, he gives a quiet shake of his head to his sister.

Cosimo stands next his wife, greeting guests as they arrive, occassionally directing proud smiles towards Garden. He too is dressed in the fashion of the Eastern Empire, looking quite dapper in his blue silken dalmatica and the green cloak that's wrapped around him and held together with a rather ornate clasp. Fancy. He offers a nod to some family as they pass, and tries to look down at his sandaled feet. He wasn't really sure why these were considered fashionable, some closed shoes would have been far more comfortable.

"Welcome! Welcome!" He greets another small group of guests, the smile ever present on his face.

Orazio di Farro dresses relatively simply compared to so many others. Certainly, he's dressed well- but he won't be drawing any eyes for his choices in fashion. He arrives, smiling to Garden as he sees her near the door- eyes drawn to the henna. "Ah! How fascinating.." he says, bowing his head to the Hostess and Host both. "A pleasure to be here! A lovely event." he says, as he shifts the bag he's almost always seen with- always full of tools to draw, or seek the stars, and typically a little hard liquor.

"How curious, this music…" Orazio says then, as he smiles to both Garden and Cosimo. "Lovely, though."

Rather less impressive in his outfit is the Wyvern Mercenary who enters. There's just a white shirt, some dark pants, and boots that no amount of polishing (and they have been polished) could possibly make to look anything other than quite well worn. As a Ventura he carries a sword, and there's a dagger on his opposite side, and while the belt too has been treated, its still quite wrinkly. To top it all off, he's got a bandage wound around his head and dipping down over his forehead above his right eye. Absently he gives his shirt a little tuck and smooth, as if that'll make it look better. Everything draws his dark shrewd eyes; the flash of jewels, the exquisite materials, the beauty of the estate itself. Then there's the food! And the drink! Well, that seems to seal the deal. From somewhat uncertain, his white toothed grin turns quite pleased.

"Contessa Di Gaspari! Such an honor. Yes, great honor, great pleasure and great privilege to represent here in your breathtaking.. Nay! Breath-giving. Yes. Life giving, life affirming, soul awakening and absolutely divine party." Not having the deepest of courtly training, he none the less does his best to flourish Garden a deferential bow, then adds another one to Cosimo.

What helps to pull off an Eastern Empire look is an Eastern Empire maid, which Garden possesses in the form of Isabella who is gliding her way around with the servants helping them with some final touches on their wardrobe. Dressed herself in a style of the Empire, the assistant's hair and dress have a flavoring of the far east in such a way to compliment her ancestry. The smile she wears at the moment beams and a few touches of donated makeup have lessened the bruise the threatens along the cheek of the woman.

The themed party was incredibly exciting and dressed as such in the theme of the Eastern Empire, but with her own house colors of red and silver, Arabella arrives. The dress is a drape of fabrics, some solid beneath other sheer, but the color scheme remains the same. A veil in places seems to fit well with her dark hair and vivid green eyes, the only features visible currently. With her hand safely tucked into the bend of her brothers arm, she glances up at him with smiling eyes. "This is so exciting!" A quiet handmaid follows along behind her, looking as excited as Bella is to be here!

Salvatore di Gaspari of course does not need to arrive, he's already here, and has started early on the wine. A cup of the more exotic Retsina vintage in hand he lurks off to the side by one of the doorways that leads further back into the manse. At least someone has gotten him to clean up and dress nice for this particular event, though he seems to have forgone a little of the ornateness and flows of fabric for something a little lighter and easier to move around in, also not to outdo his elder brother and his wife. Though he does keep to the house colors of green and blue. He's watching the steady stream of people filtering in, that and sparing the occasional glance for the house guards. He may already be working on a cup of wine, but he wants to make sure they are at least alert. These stuffy parties simply aren't his thing, but duty, alas, requires him to be here.

"If they get too terrible," Garden leans in to murmur to Cosimo during a lull in arrivals, "you can likely change later." Meaning the sandals. She's had little problem with her attire. Outwardly, at least. But then, women's clothing often has its difficulties, does it not? She smiles broadly to Orazio as he arrives, dipping her head in greeting. "Signore, wonderful to see you. Thank you for coming." And then there is one of the Wyverns. Well, she had sent an invitation to them… and even a bit of coin to pay for their presence. Just in case! The woman offers a smile to Faraman, giving just a small nod to the man. "I am pleased to see that you and your compatriots received our invitation. Please, be welcome."

Details about the party were sparse, and Chiara is not entirely surprised about the fact that she is, well, surprised. The Contessa di Necchi arrives in garb that fits in beautifully for Matora, but less so for an event that honors the style of the Eastern Empire. Her lips purse briefly as she thinks, breathing deeply and letting her gaze roam over the decor and guests before she steps forward. A warm and pleasant smile is given to Cosimo and Garden, the hosts of the party. "Thank you for the invitation. It is an honor and a pleasure to attend. Though I am afraid I'm not entirely dressed for the occasion," she offers, somewhat apologetically. "Regardless, this is quite impressive."

Lorenzo is suitably attired for the event, his outfit a loose arrangement of emerald cloth adorned with an intricate floral pattern composed in turquoise. Though not as elegant as Cosimo and Garden's, his marks him squarely as a member of the hosting household. At present, he wanders casually through the gardens, acting as a sort of second buffer should any guests appear lost once they've passed the initial greet. His slow-moving arc through the area takes him close to the musicians, next to whom he stops for a moment to hum along with their exotic tune. In one hand is a glass of red wine, recently-poured, and in his other a morsel of fruit that he casually devours.

Both the Conte and Contessa di Farro present a similar, somewhat road-worn visage to a couple of the other guests. Of course, they are dressed to for such an occasion, Vittore no longer in his plate mail or brandishing a crossbow (thank heavens for small favors). But the brief siege took its toll in energy if not in blood, from both him and his wife. So there's a sort of look of auto-pilot to the man, as he walks along, arm held out for his younger bride. And no foreign costumes. After making their way up through the crowds toward the receiving line, he greets their hostes. "Conte, Contessa, a pleasure. What a lovely and most exotic evening you've put together here. You will pardon both me and my wife if ours is not a more effusive greeting, we are both tired from the road. But at least this should offer some temporary respite." And with that he looks back to his wife, "Let us find a place, and something to drink - and then perhaps a moment to mingle with some of these interesting guests. Although I thought I saw that Arbore fellow who was with us- I'd wanted to catch up with him as well."

Alessandro managed to find out about the theme before arriving, and so while his outfit is perhaps a little less impressive than others, it is cut in an Eastern Empire style, though without quite so many layers, and in a deep russet orange with some gold accent work here and there. He makes his way just inside and then takes a moment to look around, perhaps seeking a familiar face among the celebrants.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" There's a pause, as Faraman considers that statement, and promptly amends it: "Well, that's a lie. I would definitively miss it for the world. But not for any current realistic alternative in front of me. Or us. Thank you again kindly." And with a second bow, this one for both of them, he gives way for the more important guests to interact with the hosts. His immediate goal is to score some of that wine. Try both? Why not. And so he doesn't forget, he makes sure he has one beverage in each hands, which he can then alternate between tasting. Just for the sake of paying the hosts the compliments of enjoying their offerings. That's all. Paying deep and thorough attention to them.

Walking in along with Arabella, Enzo grins as he looks around, then back to his sister. "It is," he agrees. His own attire is not quite as impressive as some of the others here, but still in the style it's supposed to be in. "Looks like it will be a fun and interesting evening," he adds.

With so many interesting people arriving, Orazio finds himself a corner to be quiet- after grabbing a drink. He watches, and quietly takes from his bag his sketch book and a bit of charcoal. He starts, then, to quietly draw what he sees- individuals dressed so well and in what seem like exotic costumes.

Having made their greetings to Cosimo and Gaden, the Arbore siblings enjoy a little stroll around the room to take in the ambience. "Don't worry," Elizabetta's voice is somehow not muffled by the veil shielding her face. "I'm certain she will make an appearance. It would be an opportune time, but it's also best left to our hosts' discretion. Be patient." She gently pats Livino's arm as she looks around, spotting a few familiar faces.

First, Orazio, as Betta lifts a henna'd hand in greeting, and then as Salvatore makes his appearance, a cinching of her sharply defined eyes and a tilt of her head. There's a ripple of her veil with the suggestion of a sedate smirk. Of course, all but her eyes are obscured, so being recognized for the moment might be a roll of the proverbial dice. She asides to Livino, "I'd be tempted to keep the veil and enjoy cultivating an air of mystery, but eventually I'm going to get thirsty." She seems amused.

When Chiara arrives and offers her apologies, she's met with a broad smile from Garden. "No apologies necessary. Consider it a… trip to a foreign environ, yes? One does not always know what to expect. Simply enjoy yourself! It is a taste of what the Prince himself may have to offer." A man who may be found at the table for esteemed guests, even. There is a smile for the woman and a gesture towards some of those bearing food further into the garden. She looks, then, to the Conte and Contessa di Farro. She takes in his state. "Am I right to assume you, too, were involved in the… difficulties I heard word of? I am glad to see you fare well, Conte. And that you both made it here safe and well. Please, enjoy yourselves."

"No no, make sure to do service in the way I showed you." Isabella's accented voice speaks to one of the servers moving out from the kitchens, shaking her head. "The way I showed you, yes?" There's an amused tone to the woman as she corrects the wait staff and then takes a breath to turn and survey the individuals as they arrive.

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| Orazio (Industry) |
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"If it not impatience, but perhaps worry." Livino responds quietly to his sister with a small chuckle. "More so perhaps that the Prince will be accepting of the gift I made. I had not had the chance to make it so much." He's not very comfortable in the outfit, and it shows, as he tugs a little at it. He has little affection for the Eastern Empire and wearing their clothing is not making it any better.

"Do you think she will like it?" comes his next question, as he glances to where the servants wait with their gifts. "Because of the deployment, I did not have as much time to work on it as I would have liked."

Sister Cosette had newly arrived to join in the festivities as her self. If the occasion was themed she clearly didn't get the memo as she proudly presented herself in the traditional gray robes of her sect. The attire was pristine at least. As was proper and polite the woman of Devotion carefully waved her way through those gathered in order to make introductions with the hosts. Patiently waiting her turn, Cosette gently bowed her head to both Cosimo and Garden, "It is generous of both of you to open your home. I am Sister Cosette di Farro and it is a pleasure to meet you both." Her tone warm with words that have been practiced a countless of times.

Rossana is only a little bit late. And only because she took the theme greatly into account for the evening. The young woman enters the gardens from the house, smoothing at her skirts a little nervousely. Spotting Cosimo and Garden she moves over to her cousin with a lopsided smile. "Sorry I'm late. I couldn't find my other slipper," She says, her voice decidedly cheery as she looks up at Cosimo and Garden.

After having returned from the events of the siege, there was very little time for the Contessa di Farro to rest. Nevertheless, she is still able to present herself in her usual poise and elegance — her eyes remain bright while her cheeks possess the glow of youth. While she may not have had the time to garb herself completely in the fashin of the culture that has inspired the evening, she does what she can to blend both Matoran and Eastern styles together, draping herself very Matoran-fashioned emerald dress with a fine silk from the Empire in a shade of purple to represent House Farro. Lowering herself into a polite curtsy, she greets Cosimo and Garden upon entrance, "Conte and Contessa di Gaspari, both you and your home look stunning for the day's events. I am excited to see what more the night has in store." To the mention of the siege, she does pipe up, "Yes, you are correct. It was a difficult matter and there is still much work to be done if the town is to rebuild."

Lorenzo sips from his glass as he watches the entrance and the trickle of folks making their way into the garden. Some appear familiar, others do not. As Orazio passes by, he lifts a glass of wine in greeting, while a nod is offered from afar to Livino and his veiled partner. It's Alessandro, however, that the young Gaspari son approaches. "So you made it," he says, eyeing the man's costume. "Orange suits you."

Absolutely delighted to find her and Enzo's turn for the Conte and Contessa, Arabella dips into a curtsy for the pair, head lowered before she straightens. "We are honored for the invitation, truly, and greatly pleased to accept it." The veil remains in place, but Arabella may be easily identified with her brother Enzo as some of the vast Sabastino siblings. Not wanting to take up their time, her eyes smile again over the veil. "The music is lovely, perhaps my brother and I will go get a closer listen." Trying to save them from an overabundance of greetings, she leads him away from the host and hostess and closer to the music and the wine.

Chiara smiles at Garden's response and offers a polite bow of her head. "Thank you. I don't travel terribly much, so I will do just that." Her eyes flicker over towards the indicated Prince, studying the man for a moment before her gaze moves on. She doesn't seem terribly off put by the exotic cuisine, moving to sample that before the more familiar Matoran fare.

Faraman knocks back one of the wines in a single confident swallow. He smacks his lips thoughtfully, then tries the second one. Again he smacks his lips. There's a thoughtful expression on his face, the look of a man pondering a very important decision. "Hmm. Yes. They both deserve a second chance," he finally concludes. He's standing by the buffet table, but even as his hand reaches out for second helping of the drinks, he gets distracted by some of the food. Again there's an overwhelming opportunity of choices, and for a moment he debates. Idly his fingers adjust his bandage, with an accompanying wince to boot. In the end he decides on a little bit of everything. "Its the polite thing," he tells himself. But being a soldier whose meals might always be interrupted, and so has motivation for getting it _done_ rather than nibble, Faraman doesn't eat very politely.

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Cosimo spends time greeting the various guests as they come through the doors leading into the Courtyard. Smiles, nods, polite words and greetings over and over again. The smile on his face may as well be stuck there. Finally, he slips away from Garden after softly kissing her cheek. He makes his way through the gathering to the fore and steps up onto a bench. "Honored guests!" He calls out, waiting for silence to come over the crowd before he continues. "Let me begin by welcoming our guests of honor. First and foremost, Prince Matyoc Sohannai, be welcome to the Palazzo Gaspari. For this evening, our home is your home." He turns then to the figure wearing religious garb. "Patre, be welcome to our humble home." And finally he looks to a figure who is wearing something exotic and Kataran. "Sister, please be welcome as well."

And now he turns to the crowd. "My wife and I have opened up most of our home for all of you to mingle and enjoy the music, food and drink of the Eastern Empire this night. Just… please be sure not to spill any wine on my tapestries in our Tapestry Room." He smiles, clearly joking. "My wife and I will be walking around and available for any conversation that wish it, but first and foremost we request that you accept our hospitality and enjoy that which we have endeavored to Matora this night." He gestures. "Please, enjoy yourselves." A pause. "Oh, we do have one other thing to announce, but a little later. Let's let everyone settle in first, yes?" With a little smile, he hops down from the bench and begins moving through the crowd.

"I'm sure she'll be intrigued by it." Betta assures Livino confidently, and as one of the Gaspari servants winds their way through the throng, the Arbore eldest daughter succumbs to her desire for a sip and plucks up a goblet of the sweet wine, unpinning her veil with her free hand and letting it openly to reveal her face. Lorenzo is given a toast-gesture in return, "Do you think you can manage for a bit? I want to go say hello to Salvatore. He hasn't had nearly enough to drink yet."

"Difficulties is being rather polite, but yes," Vittore agrees with Garden's supposition. "With most of my family, in fact. My wife and sister assisted within the city, with fires and the wounded, while my brother fought and I joined with the command… as well as getting a little target practice in. Even Orazio," and here he glances around, as if to make a point of picking out where that unique branch of the family tree has gotten to, "Was there to record the happenings for the ages." That is, he painted the battle! "So it has been a long couple of days for all of us. It is nice to return to something so lavish and unique." One more small nod to the woman and, having handled those pleasantries, he leads his wife off to explore the large spread of foreign offerings. "Did you see where 'Raz and Cosette went?" Because it really is such a crowd.

Orazio finds his spot below the arch- smiling to Lorenzo as he passes, "Good to see you again." he offers to the other man, before he leans in and begins to draw in earnest- only stopping to snatch a glass of wine from a passing servant as he quietly goes into his work- drawing quietly. He sips his wine, then takes a bit of the stuff to add color to his drawings. A finger to draw dark red stains into the paper- used sparingly.

"Welcome, Sister," Garden offers to Cosette. "You may be pleased to know there is a Postulant present, sent by the Curate. I am not certain where he is at present, but I am certain he would be happy to speak with you when you have time." All right, she cannot be certain of anything, but it is the polite thing to say! "But please, enjoy yourself!" And ah, Rossana! There is a grin for her. "The Arbores have already arrived. You managed to time your arrival perfectly." Assuming, it would seem, that it was all a ploy perhaps. Either way, she just smiles at her husband's cousin and leans into Cosimo a bit as he makes his way off to handle announcements. There's a nod to the di Farros as they explain the situation. "Please, if Gaspari can do anything to help, let us know. We do most of our work at home, but I know there is always more to be done." When he mentions Cosette, she is able to gesture with a henna-painted hand. "She went that way, I do believe."

From the buffet table, Faraman's eyes follow Cosimo when he addresses the crowd, trying to juggle both eating and drinking, his hands occupied by plate and glass. The luminaries highlighted gets his attention as well, a thoughtful and calculating kind of stare.

After the introductions are complete, the servants from Arbore are given instructions and Livino bites his lip as they seperate to deliver the gifts. First, for the Prince Sohanni is a small box. Within is a small working model of the very Baliste that he masterfully used the night before in the battle against the Golden Boar. Unfortunately for Livino, he's so used to working with the large scale model that he's wound this model too tight. Eventually, the first time the Prince, if he ever, does use it, the firing mechanism will fail and the whole model will collapse in on itself.

Rossana is delivered a longer box for her to open when she's ready - or upon the comment of the Conte and Contessa, when they are ready. Livino gives Elizabetta a nod. "I shall try to endeavor." he manages as he moves towards where the drinks are, assuming he's going to just disappear into the crowd.

Nodding a bit as he walks along with Arabella, he offers a smile and a polite nod to the hosts. "It looks like quite a wonderful event," he adds. At tghe mention of listening closer to the music, he smiles and nods. "A good idea," he offers. There

Nodding a bit as he walks along with Arabella, he offers a smile and a polite nod to the hosts. "It looks like quite a wonderful event," he adds. At tghe mention of listening closer to the music, he smiles and nods. "A good idea," he offers. There's a pause as he hears the announcements, nodding a bit at what's being said.

When he sees Lorenzo, Alessandro smiles and he inclines his head in greeting. "I did," he confirms, as though his presence alone was not evidence enough of that. There's a smile that tugs at the edges of his lips. "You're looking well this evening, yourself. Thank you, for the kind invitation. This is quite the turnout, and the fascinating theme." He finds himself a glass of wine and takes it up, lifting it in toast, before taking a sip.

Salvatore takes a small sip of wine. For those that know him well enough, he's behaving himself. Obviously he doesn't want to get too deep in the wine where it could backfire. Especially in front of the prince, where his eyes occasionally still dart. He does offer a nod in Elizabetta's direction when he finally sees her moving about the room, but waits for her to approach. He's not about to go wading into the crowd. Well, not this particular crowd. He chose his spot in the hall for the vantage point it gives him and he's not about to give it up easily.

While her husband is eager to seek out the rest of his family, Marsilia is more interested in taking in and experiencing everything the festivities has to offer, whether it be the music or the exotic garb being worn. Quiet steps simply trail behind Vittore as he guides the pair through the crowd. Cosette is easily spotted, with the help of the Contessa, Garden, so that task was complete, but her gaze continues to look upon each and every face, admiring the various hairstyles and foreign fashions that that she witnesses this night. "Orazio has either already set up his easle for painting or he's somewhere with a glass of spirits in hand, I'm certain."

Cosette shouldn't be too difficult to spot among the exotic fashions in her dull grays. After making an introdution with the event's hosts, both Cosimo and Garden, she kindly responds, "Yes, there are many who seem to be excited by his pressence. And maybe I shall, do enjoy your party Comtesse. You and your husband." Politely excusing herself to carry on, Cosette takes notice of some of her family nearby, particularly Orazio standing beneath the archway. On her way towards him with a wine glass procured from one of the serving trays. She refrains from having it touch her lips. "Search the corners and you'll find Orazio. Secluded by inspiration." A small jest with warmth behind it.

Rossana finds a servant giving her a box. There is a moment of curiousity until Garden tells her that Arbore has arrived. "Aha, that explains this then." She says as a light dawns. Curiousity makes her trail her fingers along the box and she moves to one of the archways for some privacy. Though she doesn't open it all the way, she does peek under the lip at what it contains.

Elizabetta watches Livino commit himself to the throng with an air of almost parental indulgence. Once he's caught up in the rush, she meanders her way over to Salvatore, taking a hipshot stance next to him while observing the crowd. "What did Cosimo bribe you with to keep you from falling into your cups tonight, Sal?"

"Believe me," Lorenzo says, "It's my pleasure." That's about the time when Cosimo announces the family's esteemed guests, so he breaks his conversation to listen and consider each of them in turn. "I'll have to find a moment to speak with them," he tells Alessandro, though it appears that moment is not now, because he instead lets his attention fall onto his guest. "Food? Wine? What can I offer you?"

Being at a vantage point near the host and hostess when they had been greeting them, and Vittore had been addressing them, Arabella turns wide eyes to Enzo, "Did you hear? Marsilia assisted with fires and wounded!" While her sister walks away with her husband, she smiles right proudly of her beneath the veil she wears, turning a little the sheer material draped over her shimmers softly in the lighting. Leading her brother over to the fountain, she smiles, "This party is lovely." With her free hand, she indicates a servant with a passing tray of wine. "And there you are brother, your drinks."

As he manuevers the crowd, Livino catches sight of Cosette, even if she looks far better than the beleagured mess that was involved in the battle. However, making his way over to her, the Arobre offers a slight nod of his head to the woman. "I must apologize, I know we were working together last evening, but I fear I never heard your name in the midsts of the attack and command." there's a small chagrined smile at that, before his thin lips draw into a line that nearly effects a smile. "I am Signore Livino di Arbore.. as.. yes.. last night.. that my work is in siege production." That's offered a little bit more modestly as he sips his wine and nods his head to Orazio - just in time to notice that Rossana has retreated nearby with the box the servant presented him. He tries very hard not to steal glances in her direction to see her reaction to his present.

"Cosimo? Nothing." Salvatore takes another sip of the rather potent tasting wine. The sharp flavor of it is slowing him down quite a bit. It's nothing at all like the fruitier wines that can be downed like juice that he normally prefers. "I just want to avoid the ire of the Contessa." His eyes flick in Garden's direction before his attention returns to Elizabetta. "I like to keep the peace at home, if you understand. Don't bring trouble to where you lay your head." He finally turns his gaze completely upon Betta and looks her up and down. "How do you not swallow that veil every time you breathe?"

While foraging amidst the long tables full of foreign food, Vittore hears some familiar voice and glances off, before nudging Marsilia by the shoulder in case she did not hear it too. "I think your sister's over there." He gestures vaguely in Arabella's direction. Really, one might benefit from the use of signal flags for parties of this scale. But now that he's made a small plate of food (probably only having any concept of what half of the items are, and simply deciding he'll take the risk and find out when he eats them), he does finally track his own siblings to where they've run off. "Ah there they are, over by that arch." He seems gratified he hasn't somehow lost them.

Orazio is deep within his drawing, now- adding small elements of detail to his current work. A border- inspired by Garden's henna work on her arms. Carefully, he winds it around the edge of the figures in his drawing. Quietly letting his inspiration lead him. He only barely notices Livino- enough so that he nods his head and smiles in greeting before he's back to his drawing, speaking quietly with his sister- who also has taken refuge in the arch.

A different setting gave the Sister cause to smile more, even if it was one of small one. Still Livino's approach was met with welcome. "There is no need for apologies Signre Livino di Arbore, I witnessed your brilliance and bravery to aid the townspeople." Slippered feet shuffle quietly beneath her robes to accomdate room beneath the arch for Livino's pressence. "I am Sister Cosette di Farro and very pleased to meet the Signore to thank for their contraptions."

Rossana smiles at whatever she finds in the box. Opening it a bit more her fingers run along whatever is inside. She takes a minute or two to do this, before closing the box and handing it off to a servant. Quiet instructions likely has them disappearing to put it in her rooms. That done she turns with wide and bright blue eyes to scan the crowd. Eventually they do fall on Livino and she makes her way through the crowds towards him.

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| Marsilia (Awareness) |
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| Roll: 19 Status: |
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Cosimo slips his way through the crowd, and manages to slip beside Salvatore as Elizabetta is asking her question and Salvatore's giving his response. "Brother, come now. You know you like it when there is food and drink available and you can gaze upon all the beauty Matora has to offer." Gesturing in the direction of some eligible young ladies who are grouped together and talking about something. He looks to Elizabetta and smiles. "So I am thinking we let people settle in first, I hope that is alright."

Faraman remains on the outskirts of the noble gathering, one that he is quite obviously not a member of. This doesn't seem to bother him much; he's content with his food and his drink, and with roaming his surroundings with his gaze. Noting who speaks to whom, and whom the Prince and the Postulant are paying attention to, or not. Not that he's likely to have much of a bone in any of their political struggles. He taps his foot along with the music being played.

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| Livino (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 11 Status: |
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| Cosette (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 16 Status: |
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Alessandro turns his attention along with Lorenzo to listen to the announcement regarding the guests, and he then looks back to Lorenzo and says, "Of course." He lifts his glass to indicate that he's already found himself from wine, though he does glance over toward the food and says, "Have you tried these yet? Some of them look interesting, but I'm not sure what they are. Any recommendations?"

Enzo nods, "I heard. That's quite good." He smiles as he looks around again, nodding a little. "It's a very lovely party," he agrees. At the mention of the drinks, he chuckles. "Drinks are good, but of course, not too many at a time, of course." There's a brief pause, as he adds, "Any particular plans for this event?"

Retrieving some of the more exotic food, Chiara finds a place to sit and settles herself down. The plate has a random assortment, little bits of this and that. Whether they're intended to go together or not doesn't seem to be relevant, and she tilts her head a little bit curiously as she studies the color and texture of the food in front of her. At least it smells good. Different, but good. Eating carefully, she looks around, watching who mingles with whom.

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| Arabella (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 9 Mod: 0 Total: 9 |
| Roll: 19 Status: |
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Addressing Alessandro, Faraman suggests: "Signore, you aughta try the, uh," but then falters as he searches for the name of the dish. He scratches at his head with the hand holding his wine, which accidentally bumps into a sore spot on his bandaged head, making him wince. "Eh, that stuff. It looks a bit weird, and it has a bit of a smell. But its brilliant." Its some kind of meaty dish with a very strong fishy smelling sauce covering it. "They put that fermented fish sauce on everything. Mm. That is, uh, if you don't mind the presumption." Of Faraman addressing the noble without technically being asked.

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| Chiara (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 3 Status: |
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| Livino (Modest) |
| -----— |
| Failed Proud |
| -
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| Modest |
| Trait: 14 Roll: 15 |
| Proud |
| Trait: 6 Roll: 12 |
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Elizabetta snorts ever so delicately. "The trick is how you drape it. It's amusing for about five minutes, and then it just gets in my way. But avoiding the Contessa's ire is a valid and worthy reason to behave yourself." Her eyes briefly rest on Faraman, and if he notices her, she'll give him a little lift of her goblet. "You should certainly stay awhile, and hear your brother's announcement. It'll amuse you."

The exotic delicacies spread out upon the table captures Marsilia's full attention. She places things of interest upon her plate, the prettier, the better. And to add a nice sweet touch to her chosen arrangement, she selects her wine. It is Vittore who turns her attention in the direction of her brother, Enzo. "I see Enzo there, but I can't say that I see Arabella." Of course, her sister has dressed in full Eastern garb, with her face veiled, so all that Marsilia can see is that her brother is in the company of one of the Eastern visitors, for all that she knows. But before she can get a better look at the mystery woman in Enzo's company, she is drawn away to meet with both Cosette and Orazio as they linger near the archway, "Are you both enjoying yourselves?"

Caught up in the discussion with Cosette, Livino's not aware that Rossana's approah, allowing her to speak first as he chews on his lip thoughtfully. The young engineer glances down. "It was the least the Arbore could do to offer in the time of need of another." the young man offers before he gives a small cough. "Though it was those that marched out under the hail of the catapult that were the true heroes, and those that commanded." Speaking of it is when Vittero is passing by that Livino straightens. It takes a few moments - after all, in the heat of battle, everyone looks different, but the Signore offers a polite bow of his head to the Conte.

Rossana finds herself a glass of the sweet wine and a small plate with some plakountas on her way. So as she comes upon Livino and Cosette she is nibbling on one of the sweet treats. "Thank you both for coming," She say cheerfully. Cosette and her are actually of a height, so she only has to look up at Livino. What a nice change. "I am Rossana di Gaspari," She introduces herself, mainly to Cosette.

There is a mild snort from Salvatore at Cosimo's words. "The view does have its advantages. Sadly, the Matoran beauties at this party aren't as free as the ones I usually see." His lips curve into a mild smile. He's even keeping some of his usual lewdness under wraps. No doubt he'll wander down to the docks to wash of the perfume and wallow in his usual haunts once he's free to do so. Betta's comments pull an actual amused sounding laugh from the man. "I won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Afterall, I have to do my duty once in a while, hmm?"

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| Cosette (Temperate) |
| -----— |
| Failed Indulgent |
| -
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| Temperate |
| Trait: 12 Roll: 19 |
| Indulgent |
| Trait: 8 Roll: 14 |
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Being nearby the fountain, Arabella misses what her sister's husband says, the sounds of the water mingling with the lovely music and her attention is well and fully captured at present, to her brother Enzo. Her eyes smile easily and tilting her head as she engages in conversation almost shows that gently rounded chin of hers. "If you drink too many," she pouts playfully beneath the veil, "Then you could not save me a dance. Surely we could dance to this music. I have never heard it like this before." Allowing her gaze to roam over some of the others, there are familiar faces. Even that of the mercenary is familiar. "You should come with me, Enzo, to the Wandering Albatross sometime. I think you would enjoy the gaming table there." She does take a drink for herself and her brother, and then they are brought food as well so she seats herself on the edge of the fountain for, perhaps, quieter conversation.

Lorenzo notes the glass of wine and smiles, nodding to the buffet table as an indication that he and Alessandro walk over to it. When Faraman comes upon them, he steps aside to listen to the man, a humored smirk resting on his face. "Why don't we just pile a plate high and see what ends up being most suitable," he suggests to the pair, turning to wander the short distance to the buffet table, where he can indicate to one of the servants his desire for diversity.

Only once she has seen to the introductions of those who warrant them and have seen fit to arrive on time does Garden move away from the entrance with her wine to drift among the crowds and speak softly to this or that person. Perhaps to send a servant back to the kitchens to refill their tray. Tending to her duties as hostess at least until she reaches the head table where she finds the Prince. At least until he decides to venture on to other things. Or she does the same, herself! It is there that she opts to engage him in quiet conversation about the tapestry that is the centerpiece of the decor and her own attire; inquiring about his homeland, the silks, and his thoughts on it all. Sometimes it fits to play up the feminine side!

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| Garden (Fashion) |
| -----— |
| Fumble! |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 20 Status: |
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"Once in a while, yes." Elizabetta chuckles in return. "I'm here to make sure Livino feels supported. And the food. How Garden managed to acquire lamb would be a mystery, but the Gaspari hand has a blessedly long arm." There's a glance toward Livino, to make sure he's not having a nosebleed or something.

Alessandro glances over toward Faraman when he offers a suggestion on what ought to be tried. He follows the gesture toward the meaty dish with the very strong smelling sauce. He studies it for a moment and then nods, "What is life without a little adventure, hm?" He smils over at the man and seems to appreciate the suggestion. Then he nods in agreement with Lorenzo and says, "A bit of everything, then, and we'll try it all."

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| Isabella (Fashion) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 15 Mod: 0 Total: 15 |
| Roll: 14 Status: |
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It seems that everynoe is failing at finding family, though having discovered where Cosette had gotten to, Vittore makes a useful discovery - that she's talking to someone he had been looking for earlier. "Ah there he is, the fellow with the catapults," he mentions to Marsilia. "I'm going to go over and say hello before she loses him." And so promptly he heads over that way, before his prey can slip off too conclusively. "Sister, I was looking for you, and it looks like you've found just the man I was looking for also." And here he faces Livino. "I'm afraid we didn't have the time to be properly introduced in the midst of the battle, but we all owe thanks to your timely arrival and good aim. Conte Vittore di Farro," he finally offers, along with an extended arm. "And I see you've met my sister also." Then a smile is extended toward Rossana, as their little grouping makes four at least (or maybe five, if Marsilia follows along)! Fortunately he's caught her introduction. "A pleasure also, signora."

Faraman answers Elizabetta and her lifted goblet with a matching gesture, though he adds a respectful dip of his head to augment it, with the added flourish of tipping a hat that isn't there. There's just the white jumble of the hastily put together bandaging, which is also heavily lopsided on the left side of his head. When Alessandro answers him, he gives a small little polite bow. "Exactly, exactly." Rather than intrude further on their conversation, he slinks back into his watchful state (one that includes eating and drinking more than his share).

From across the hall, Isabella's eyes fall upon the people moving about, mingling and interacting. The maid keeps a close eye upon Garden and after a moment her eyes widen a bit. With purposeful steps the Eastern woman glides around the guests, speaking politely to a couple if they approach her but there is a dedicated focus on her face. Making her way to the Contessa Gaspari, Isabella curtsies and speaks in a very hushed whisper with her before a small bit of fussing from the darker woman occurs.

Cosette, having no reason to let the wine glass in her hand go to waste, starts to take a few deep swallows from it before commenting to the others nearby. On Marsilia's approach her sister-in-law is granted an easy nod of the head, "So far yes." She indicates with her half consumed wine glass raised in the air. Then her eyes slowly sweep over to Livino, "You all deserve praise. From the little girl who carried the empty buckets to the men and women that charged into battle. Every effort counted for victory." She would appear proud while tiredness shadowed the corners of her eyes. "A pleasure Signora di Gaspari. I am Sister Cosette di Farro of Devotion." The words weighed heavier while sharing her fath. "And brother, you fought very well." She tells Vittore, "I witnessed a great much from my vantage point."

Salvatore clicks his tongue lightly. "There's blessedly little Gaspari can't acquire given enough time and money." He reaches out and plucks some morsel off a plate held by a passing servant, almost as if that servant knew to bring that particular treat in his direction. It does help when trapped at one of these events if you are trapped with servants you can have given instruction to before. He really does like this particular spot. "You should bring your brother to one of our drinking sessions sometime. Might do him some good."

There's a bit of a startle as Rossana gets the drop on him - Livino thought she had left with the box, after all. The smile that Livino offers the small Chevalieri is warm for a moment. "And this is Chevalieri Rossana di Gaspari." he offers in introduction of the stocky small blonde that has joined them as the Conte arrives and the engineer bows his head. "A pleasure, Conte. I am Signore Livino di Arbore. It was an honor for my machines to assist in your time of need." he offers in quietly humility.

It was almost almost! a party foul. Almost a reveal unplanned. Probably one Cosimo would have preferred left to their chambers for later. But Isabella is the best best friend a gal could hope for. And the best maid, too. She knows this attire inside and out and noticed something slipping where it shouldn't. The Prince did, too, probably, but at least it wasn't for the whole party to see. So Garden is just left flushing to talk her way through silks and tapestries awkwardly until she can get away and recover in an alcove for a bit with a goblet of wine please. Thank you. At least it wasn't the Postulate.

The journey never ends and once Orazio is spotted, Vittore is off again. There is very little time for Marsilia to stop and view whatever it is that Orazio sketches as she drifts off in the direction of where the Siege Master seems to be. Perhaps, only two or three steps away from where her brother-in-law draws. Her features do brighten up at the sight of the young catapult artist, "That certainly was an impressive display and surely gave us the upper hand during that portion of the siege." But it is to Cosette that she nods all the more firmly, "The townspeople did a tremendous job themselves. All would be lost if not for everyone working together."

"Just wait for the day we throw you a surprise party, Salvatore." Cosimo grins, and then wanders off into the crowds. He eventually makes his way to Prince and converses in low tones with the man on a variety of topics, but glances are thrown in the direction of the Sister of Concordance. Not long afterward, the Conte finds himself conversing with the Sister about similar topics. He doesn't glance anywhere else, but the Sister does. And for good measure, he goes and has a nice and polite chat with the Postulant, murmuring kind words and an offer to host the Curate. Once these conversations have been had, he moves on to roam the crowd, offering smiles and nods, a glass of wine appearing in his hand thanks to a most useful servant.

Rossana gives a proper curstey to Vittore, "Conte the pleasure is mine. Welcome," She says in that same cheerful tone. Then she seems to remember her wine and takes a goodly swallow. She'll need another glass soon, good thing it won't be hard to get. Something seems to come to her then and her eyes jump to Livino. "You were at the fighting?" It is surprise, but pleasant surprise. "I take it that you did well?" Her eyes go to Vittore and Cosette. "I was not able to be there, I'm sad to say. But glad to hear the enemy was routed."

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| Cosimo (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 18 Status: |
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| Cosimo (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 2 Status: |
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| Cosimo (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 14 Status: |
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| Rossana (Courtesy) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 19 Status: |
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"It was a fantastic scene. Quite interesting once the smoke started to billow, and the horses ran." Orazio offers simply, "A fantastic scene." he says again, as he quietly continues his sketching- far more aimed inward today. One picture is finished, and he moves onto another- just quietly working away. "I will enjoy the paintings for many years." he says simply. "I'm afraid I didn't stay until the end- I'd only brought enough to paint three canvases."

"Better, though, is knowing my brother, and sisters are safe." He includes Marsi in that statement, certainly.

Lorenzo's plate gets piled with various delicacies, enough for two or three to snack on. This he takes and shows to Alessandro. "How's this for a bit of adventure?" He smiles, then looks past the man to try and meet Faraman's gaze, lifting the plate as well in a sort of invitation, in case the man had wished to join them. "There are tables nearby, or perhaps a spot in the garden, if you wish," he suggests to Alessandro.

Alessandro likewise takes a bit of the items that Lorenzo missed onto his own plate and gives a nod to Faraman as well, echoing the invitation if he feels like joining the pair. Then to Lorenzo he says, "To the garden, I think." He then says, "We do still have a little business to discuss this evening, as well, if you recall."

"Indeed, it was a group effort," Vittore offers, both in a sort of agreement with his sister and a deflection of any particular praise from Livino. "All on behalf of assisting a neighbor and keeping peace in our corner of the world. If there is anything to take away from the whole affair, I feel it might be that, how cautious we ought be around those we pay and arm. Certainly, our own Ventura were essential in seeing the day, and they are essential to the peace of our city. But as far as I can tell, this was the result of a similar group left to their own devices. It shows how important proper pay and management is, at any rate - the line between professional soldier and willing bandit is not so thin as it might seem." A beat. "Unless, of course, someone put them up to it." Then grinning a little at Rossana's inquiry, he points out: "I would say he did better than well. The siege engines were quite decisive, once they came to bear."

Rossana's comments about Livino's involvement causes the engineer's cheeks to darken. "Yes, Chevalieri, I took two teams of horses and baliste to the village to provide in the defense." To say it was helpful is an understatement, especially when Vittore offers his own praise. "I know that the commander of the Golden Boar quit the battle.. were there any other that could have provided information?" he asks curiously, though he steps back, ending up standing next to Rossane.

"Really? How wonderful," Rossana says looking from Vittore to Livino before taking another gulp of her wine. There is a reason Rossana usually avoids these sorts of things. And its because Burp and she turns red. At least she gets a hand up in front of her face. "Excuse me," She says and turns to scurry off into the crowd in a swirl of mortified blue and neon green skirts.

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| Faraman (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 19 Status: |
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| Livino (Forgiving) |
| -----— |
| Success Forgiving |
| -
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| Forgiving |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 2 |
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Faraman considers the invitation offered by the two nobles. He puts on a smile there in the midst of his thick black beard, and says: "You're too kind!" And he happily joins the pair properly. "Duilio Lucio Faraman, of the most honorable and trustworthy Wyverns." His eyes keep wandering the crowd, but even if they pass Vittore, he doesn't pick any of the words regarding the avarice of mercenaries and their sense of honor.

"Ha!" Elizabetta lets out a delighted and uninhibited laugh. "He'd end up flat on his back! My brothers are brilliant, but I'm the one with a constitution for such things." Looking aound, she notes, "I don't want to come off as if I'm taking up all of your time, when you should be whirling about, speaking to all of the ladies. Or dancing with them. I need to remain amongst the fleet until Cosimo decides to call the crowd's attention again." She gives Salvatore a wry look, and then discovering her goblet is empty, she holds it out to the side for a servant to refill it.

Agreeing with Marsilia's words Cosette nodded her head. "Very true. Some of the Sisters had chosen to remain in order to help the wounded there." Another drink from her glass while Rossana expressed her excitement. "Indeed, the Paragons saw to it that victory would be granted to the faithful." She added, a priase for both faith and inventor, Livino. Her attention floats between those gathered near the archway as they speak in turn, "I am intrigued to see what you have captured on canvas brother." She tells Orazio.

"I beg pardon, Conte, Sister." Livino offers as he considers, and with a swift bow, turns in pursuit of the blur of bruping blue and green to try to keep up with the dimunitive knight, though she manages to give him the slip for a moment, and he finds himself in the unfamiliar waters of the social shark tank, and once again, he's backing towards the nearest load-bearing wall that might need his support.

Salvatore watches his brother's suddenly retreating back through narrowed eyes, asiding to Betta. "I'd fear any suprise party thrown for me by my brother would suddenly see me tied to some lady I barely know." He shakes his head and has nother sip of wine, the mental image of one of the Arbore brothers passed out on the floor deep in wine drawing an amused laugh from him. "That's why it would be so good to bring him along. Get them a little experience before they get too tied down to enjoy it." He looks out over the crowd once more and gives a small shake of his head. "Most of the ladies here are a touch too.. well.. let's just say they wrap their silks a little too tight."

Listening to her husband discuss his own thoughts on the siege and the Boars, Marsilia turns to Cosette, "I am just glad that you are able to have this relaxing evening to yourself." She then looks around at the large gathering, before adding in, "Not that I find huge parties to be completely relaxing, but it is still a wondrous evening." Then returning to lookupon her sister-in-law again, she does note, "You deserve the rest all the same. You worked your hardest out there. Let us spend this time enjoying this moment of piece." And to that, she lifts her glass to her lips to take a small sip of her wine.

Through out all of this, Marsilia's gaze does return to look upon her brother, Enzo, across the way, to see how he is spending his evening. Especially, in the company of a strange figure.

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| Marsilia (Recognize) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 4 Mod: 0 Total: 4 |
| Roll: 8 Status: |
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Elizabetta graces Salvatore with an eyeroll. "Yes, yes. We all know you like your silks….loose. Except on very special occasions." A snicker as she notes, "The Conte will probably want me to come forward when he's ready to speak. I'll be back, unless you'd care to escort me." Regardless of his choice, Elizabetta doesn't wait, she starts making her way toward the hosting pair. He can keep up, or keep drinking.

Considering Livino's question for a moment, Vittore ultimately shakes his head. "There were any number of captives but I imagine most of them were ill-informed, and likely quickly traded back for any fighters held by the other side. That being said," and here his expression turns to deeper thought. "Again, being that this is professional company, the easiest means of sorting out might simply be through coin. Whether to acquire information or to secure some arrangement whereby they will take their 'business' elsewhere." Paying people to go do their raiding elsewhere does have a long history. "I suppose that becomes a business calculation like any other, if it is more expensive to discourage them in battle or by coin." Once they've departed, Cosette's comment turns his attention back to Orazio: "When you've finished, brother, we'll have to find a proper place to display it, and maybe even have some kind of showing."

"I haven't forgotten about the business at all," Lorenzo tells Alessandro with a playful glint in his eye. They can arrange that a bit later, though, because Faraman seems willing to join them after all. "Lorenzo di Gaspari," he introduces, offering a slight bow to the Wyvern in question. "Let me be one to welcome you to my home." He then motions to a spot a bit deeper into the garden where some benches are arranged for quiet conversation.

After making another few rounds, Cosimo makes his way back to the front and sends a servant to go and fetch Elizabetta, Livino and Rossana and bring them up to the front of the room. As he waits, he continues to nurse his glass of wine, eyes roaming about.

Glancing up, Livino is calculating if he's done the prerequisite required social time so that Elizabetta doesn't scold him about his departure when the servant comes to round him up. "Oh. Alright." he offers, as he moves towards the front, a brow raised towards the small gathering as he approaches and now decides it's a good time for him to have a wine.

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| Rossana (Temperate) |
| -----— |
| Success Indulgent |
| -
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| Temperate |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 16 |
| Indulgent |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 9 |
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Rossana is found getting the rest of the bubbles out behind one archway. She looks up, red faced, as Cosimo comes around. Straightening up she gives one more tiny burp in the quite off to the side before following. She looks embarassed and certainly doesn't need rouge for her cheeks. To the front of the room she goes, standing wherever it is Cosimo puts her. Hands begin to clasp and fiddle in front of her as she puts on a lady like smile.

Chiara has mostly picked her plate clean, having actually eaten the more exotic food. It's definitely a bit more spice than she's used to, but she seems to have enjoyed it. She carefully wipes her lips and her fingers, properly making sure that she's clean. As people are gathered up and ushered to the front of the room, Chiara turns her focus towards the group. Her fingers lace loosely in front of her and settle in her lap as she watches with interest, brows slightly lofted.

Salvatore does finally leave his perch off to the side as Elizabetta heads out to find his brother. He does the proper thing and gives her an escort in that direction, offering his elbow just like a proper lordling should. Some of his lessons did stick it seems. Though once they've reached his brother he excuses himself and steps a bit off to the side where he doesn't have to be the center of attention but can still keep his eyes on the room, even if it's not the best place for it anymore.

Upon arrival in Cosimo's vicinity, Betta lifts up on her feet a bit to make sure Livino is en route, and if necessary, summon him over with a gesture. Inclining her head once more and offering a respectful curtsey to Cosimo, she stands at his side, lacing her fingers demurely in front of herself.

And oh! Look! Garden has recovered from her faux pas as well. She catches up alongside her husband, tucking a henna-covered hand through his elbow as she settles in at his side. In her other is a goblet of wine. She lets out a small breath, settling back on her heels, hems of silken fabric brushing against the mosaic stones beneath her feet. "How have you been?" she murmurs beneath her breath to the Conte at her side, getting in a quiet word before he makes his announcement.

Cosimo has Rossana and Livino stand to one side as he gestures for Elizabetta to stand beside him, and then he issues a call for silence. Garden's arrival is given a small nod and a smile with some hushed words, and then he's turning to the crowd to speak. "Honored Guests, friends… I am afraid that I must tell you that this gathering is for more than the purpose of entertaining our esteemed guests to our city." A gesture to the Prince, the Sister and the Postulant. "Yes, I have had an ulterior motive." And that's when servants start appearing with trays of wine that is a step above what has been served. Looks like the Avicorsan vintages have been busted out now.

It takes a few minutes, but once it's looked like the servants have managed to serve an overwhelming majority of the guests, Cosimo speaks up once more. "Signora Elizabetta di Arbore and I have the distinct honor and privilege to announce that House Arbore and House Gaspari have come to an agreement for the betrothal of Livino di Arbore and Rossana di Gaspari." He holds up his glass of Avicorsan wine with a smile. "Please join me in toast." He turns to Rossana and Livino. "Cousin, Livino. May the two of you find joy and happiness together in your coming union."

Finding himself shepherded to Rossana's side, Livino wishes suddenly he had pockets to shove his hands into. But holding onto the wine glass seems to be a good idea, even as a servant comes by to refresh him with the Aviscorsan wine. And now that the ulterior motive has announced, and the betrothal has been made official, there's a small half step so that Livino is standing next to his betrothed properly, even as he listens to the toast and glances aside to his wife to be.

Faraman stands from where had seated himself with Alessandro and Lorenzo, and lifts up the Avicorsan to join in the toast for the announcement. On tasting the vintage, he makes an approving sound in the back of his throat. Unlikely that a mercenary gets that kind of treat often. Unless its part of spoils of war.

Rossana takes a glass from one of the servants and being near to Cosimo has it first. The young woman is smiling even though she looks like all the attention is not something she is used to bearing. When Cosimo addresses her she glances up at him and then over at Livino across by Elizabetta. She raises her glass, cheeks resembling a tomato now, to clink it against Livino's as he steps up to her. "Thank you, Cousin," She says to Cosimo before taking a more careful drink of the wine.

Chiara lifts one hand, nodding briefly to the servant that comes by with the wine as she scoops it off the tray. She focuses her attention on Cosimo as he speaks, offering a warm smile at the announcement and raising her own glass with the rest. Toast given, she brings the glass to her lips to sip it carefully, enjoying the vintage.

Elizabetta lifts her goblet in toast. "House Arbore is honored and overjoyed at the confirmation of this union, and the continued good fortune of both of our Houses." She takes a deep swallow from her goblet and then raises it again. "Felicitations to the happy couple to be!"

Oh yes, this requires something a little easier to drink. He snags a glass from one of the passing servants, raising it in a toast to his cousin and her new betrothed before downing almost the entire glass in one, much too long sip. He lets out a sigh, grateful for the excuse to get a little more wine into him than the modest amount he's allowed himself before setting the glass aside.

"Thank you, sister. And I am honored to be joined to one as beautiful and as bold as the Chevalieri di Gaspari." With that, Livino chinks his glass against Rossana's, before downing the wine and asides to her quietly. "I believe this is where I ask you for a dance?" he asks her quietly. "Though I'm terrible at such."

Alessandro rises from where he was sitting with Lorenzo and Faraman and lifts the glass in toast, applauding briefly in congratulations, careful not to spill the wine before taking a sip in honor of the announcement.

Cosette lifted the half consumed glass in silence, at least a small smile had deepened in her cheeks over the announcement.

Allowing Cosimo to handle the announcement proper, Garden just plays her part as Contessa and wife. This is his house and part to play in seeing his cousin betrothed. She accepts her new glass of wine, passing off the old. Ah; Avicorsan. Perhaps even one provided by her father. They do get a lot ferried through him and his hobby of vineyards, wines, and cultivating specific vintages! She takes a sip, lifting the glass to the couple in turn. "Be happy, both of you," she echoes in the well-wishes. Once all is said in done, she leans up to press her lips to Cosimo's cheek before disengaging. "I wish to find the patre before he finds himself overwhelmed," she murmurs, disengaging to slip away and meander further into the party proper once again.

How red can one turn? Probably about as red Rossana is now. Her smile is tightly in place and she drains the glass after another moments thought. Handing it off to a servant she says quietly, leaning in towards Livino, "Dance? Oh…oh we really…that would…" She looks up at Cosimo hopefully. "Do we dance?" She asks him, her face portraying that she really doesn't like this idea. It will go badly, she knows it will.

Enjoying much of the evening's entertainment and conservation at hand, Marsilia pauses to listen to the announcement made. "It looks like Signore Catapult is going to be wed sometime in the near future. I do wish the best for him and his family." And with those words said, she, too, lifts her own glass as a toast. Being newly married herself, it's always interesting, if not exciting, to hear who else will also be sharing that fate.

Lorenzo stands as well, lifting his glass to toast the couple. He's beaming, actually, in particular at his cousin, extremely pleased about the pairing. He'll have to find a time later to speak to them, when a moment presents itself later in the evning, and so returns to his conversation with Alessandro and Faraman. And the delicious food.

"I'm not sure…" Livino and Rossana are just trying to figure this out at this point as he looks towards Elizabetta and Cosimo and trying to figure out exactly what they're supposed to do.

As the announcement is made, Vittore is still with his wife and sister, discussing whatever small matters, and indeed, where their former conversational partner is called up for his betrothal to be announced, he joins in a round of light applause, toasting, and so forth. Because toasting is a good excuse for a drink! His wife's comment, though, earns a little laugh. "It seems so. Well, I'm glad for him - he seemed a nice enough fellow beyond showing himself very well at the battle. Nice for him to return to such a reward." A beat here, and he wonders, "Shall we make rounds with the foreign guests, before we're on our way?"

Amadea is quite fashionably late. Perhaps a little too fashionably late. In any case, she is present, and she arrives to the party and lingers for a moment to get the lay of the land, to see who is where with whom and so on. She is a lovely, confident and poised young woman, and she looks thoughtful as to her options for conversation.

Cosimo laughs at Rossana's question. "Dear cousin, if you want to dance, feel free. Seek out some of the musicians and see if they will play you something you both prefer, if that is what you wish. No one will mind." He offers them both a smile. "Feel free to drink more wine too. Such days should be celebrated after all. Oh, and go have some of the food too. Garden can direct you to some of the tastier desserts should you wish to indulge in such things."

"Do as you like, 'Vino." Betta gently encourages. "Get to know each other. If you'd rather not dance…" she looks briefly at Cosimo and Garden befre regarding the betrothed pair, "I don't mind." With her own duties dispatched, she seems inclined to head toward the food herself. She clearly has a penchant for the lamb.

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| Garden (Courtesy) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 5 Mod: 0 Total: 5 |
| Roll: 17 Status: |
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Rossana looks relieved that she is not expected to dance and instead moved to take Livino's arm. Linking her arm in his she gently grips his hand, smiles, and releases it. "I don't know about eating, but I need more wine," She tells her betrothed. Indeed she does because her current glass is drained. "And perhaps some more things to nibble…and, yes. Sit and talk?" She is jumping about a bit, but that's just the idle energy she has. And towards the food she begins to head, leading more than being led even if she is a good 6 inches shorter than Livino.

Rossana's hand squeeze is returned, before glancing aside as Livino considers her after the release, not showing if he's disappointment or relief as he moves under the knight's guidance to find a table for the pair of them to sit at, so that they may converse - and they will inevitably have guests. While walking, he considers and grins a little wryly. "So if they did this publically, think they'll just let us marry in private to avoid the social niceities?"

Salvatore grabs two more glasses of wine as he notices the prince is currently unoccupied. He heads over and sets one glass down in front of the prince with a slight bow and a smile, turning the charm up. But instead of plying him for information as perhaps many of the guests have been doing this evening he instead goes for a topic of light, or maybe not so light conversation, but still something different from the courtly intrigue and perhaps something a little more memorable for that fact. "Your grace, I was hoping to bend your ear for a moment, I don't have much opportunity to speak with those from your Empire, and I'm curious as to some points I've read about regarding.." And he's off, trying to keep the prince's attention for just a few moments.

Antonella's not all that far behind her sister, though sufficiently belated to suggest that she perhaps got caught up considering the tapestries before realizing she was alone and rushing on to catch up. This evening's dress is a lovely sky blue with dark green embroidery at the bust and bottom. She does her best to catch up to Amadea, falling into step just a half-step behind as she tries to catch the gist of the announcement she just barely missed and get her bearings, wide-eyed gaze cast curiously over the crowd.

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| Salvatore (Philosophy) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 18 Status: |
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Elizabetta lets out a sudden laugh, and looks over her shoulder at Rossana. "Not a chance, sorella." There's a grin, and then she heads over to have a chat with the prince, only to find Salvatore engaging with him. Slyly, she summons one of the servants with a tilt of her head, and a, "More wine, please." For both of them, and offers a quiet greeting to the prince.

Exchanging a few quiet words with Cosette, Marsilia nods in understanding, before she looks towards her husband, "Of course, by the looks of things, they've all been enjoying themselves as well. With that said, she takes one last drink of wine and looks with consideration towards those present. "The music, everything, it's been a splendid evening. I'm sure that everyone is in high spirits."

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| Elizabetta (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Critical Success! |
| -
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| Skill: 15 Mod: 0 Total: 15 |
| Roll: 15 Status: |
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Garden would most assuredly recommend the pastry (akin to baklava) if asked her recommendation on dessert! Nor is she nearby enough to insist the betrothed couple dance. It would seem if they wish… they are in the free and clear. No, she has found her way to the Postulant to speak with him softly. Politely! After all, she did invite him to the event and wanted to, once things calmed down, thank him for his attendance and inquire after his and the Curate's travels to Matora. An invitation is, once more, placed for them to join the household for dinner at some point in the future.

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| Cosette (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 15 Mod: 0 Total: 15 |
| Roll: 18 Status: |
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Salvatore was sorely failing at keeping the princes attention, at least until Betta probably saves him from embarassing himself any further. He looks a mite relieved and accepts yet another glass of wine from the servant she beckons over. He offers her a grateful nod for giving him a way to dislodge his foot from where he had placed it in his mouth.

Rossana fetches herself more wine and a plate of lamb and flat bread, along with more than a few other selections. Of course there are olives and those also find their way onto the plate as she settles down at a table with Livino. The blush is starting to fade but she keeps smiling even if it's a vaguely nervous kind of smile.

Amadea takes her sister Antonella's arm when the younger woman appears at her side, and leads her around in an effort to make small talk with the dignitaries of interest around the room. She offers polite pleasantries to the Postulant, coming upon him first in her circuit of the room, ever perfect smiles, strict posture, and a general sense of formality accompanying her.

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| Amadea (Courtesy) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 14 Status: |
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Chiara finishes the glass of wine and sets the empty glass down on the table in front of her. She pushes her chair back and rises up onto her feet, smoothing her hands carefully over the front of her skirts before stepping away from the table. The Contessa takes one more glance around the room, making a few mental notes before politely excusing herself, making her way towards the exit.

And so, whatever quiet discussions with his sister passed, and suggesting to his wife that they make their rounds, Vittore leads Marsilia on to make their own rounds through what seems the now thickening lines of various guests queueing up in their own fashion to deal with any of the various guests. The first greeting is to the Prince, joining the fairly formal lines there. In this case it is not their first meeting and so perhaps it is a little less grand than in the first case. In fact, Vittore has a word or two to say about certain… well, something to do with ships. Who's to say! After that, he turns with his wife to find the Curate. Evidently the most exotic and… least comprehensible to most local sensibilities of the three attendees will be the final destination.

Antonella's fluttery attention settles rather swiftly once Amadea takes hold of her arm. Right. Not here to gawk. Casting a small smile askance at her sister, she falls readily into step as they make their rounds. What she might lack in particularly proper formality, she makes up forso she hopesin engaging conversation, the few moments spent speaking with the Postulant straying down curious philosophical conundrums.

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| Antonella (Philosophy) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 15 Mod: 0 Total: 15 |
| Roll: 12 Status: |
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Cosette waits her turn to speak with the Prince, talking about all the great works the Sect of Devotion is accomplishing with the city's Orphanage along with the bravery of the townsfolk that suffered under the raids of the Order. After speaking with him she moves onto the Curate (not divine!) and discusses more of the same topics but usually centered around their faith.

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| Cosette (Religion) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 1 Status: |
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| Vittore (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 9 Status: |
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| Vittore (Courtesy) |
| -----— |
| Fumble! |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 20 Status: |
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Faraman leaves the presence of Alessandro and Lorenzo, and starts to circle around a bit more boldly than he had earlier. That might possibly have something to do with the copious amounts of drink he's already managed to imbibe in the time he's been at the party. Who knows when he'll get to drink good wine for free, right? He focuses on the various guests who aren't quite as lavishly decorated, like guards and house officials and never stays anywhere all that long. Just long enough to try to wheel-and-deel himself some good favor for himself and his Company. (Mostly himself.) It also involves a possibly less than advised attempt at flirting with the Kataro Sisters.

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| Faraman (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 11 Status: |
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| Faraman (Flirting) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 11 Status: |
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Making the rounds to speak with the guests, the very first one that Marsilia and her husband approaches just happens to be the Prince. "Your Highness, it's wonderful to meet with you again. The evening has been been quite charming and my husband and I have enjoyed ourselves immensely this evening. The food, the music, everything has been beautiful." With those words said, she graces the man with a curtsy and joins her husband and sister to share quiet words with the Curate. Speaking of a enlightenment and the like.

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| Marsilia (Courtesy) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 8 Status: |
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| Marsilia (Religion) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 4 Mod: 0 Total: 4 |
| Roll: 9 Status: |
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Amadea might not be the one who charms the most, though her manners are fine if a bit stiffly formal. She does look grateful to her sister Antonella for being helpfully philosophical. She murmurs something to the younger woman before they continue their rounds, being social and getting along with people like the Curate.

Cosette approached the Harem Sisters last, no reason. There is hope to discuss their different approaches of faith and simply inquire about their reason for visiting as they're so far from their lands.

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| Cosette (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 15 Mod: 0 Total: 15 |
| Roll: 10 Status: |
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"The Conte or Sister Cosette can tell you more about it - after all, they were there for the whole siege.. I only arrived in support." Livino offers quietly to Rossana, reaching over to share off of her plate as he snags an olive. "I came in with two horse teams… did I not write you about this already?" he asks her quietly.

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| Garden (Intrigue) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 3 Status: |
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Perhaps it is to rescue the Sister of Concordance that the Contessa di Gaspari steps in. Or maybe it is for some other reason that Garden has found her way over there not long after Faraman has seen fit to speak to the woman from Kataro. Either way, she has stepped up alongside her to begin speaking quietly (after Cosette does, of course). Her words are quiet and she seems to spend perhaps a bit more time there than she did with the Prince (well, that may have been more due to embarrassment than anything else!) or with the Postulant. She has a glass of wine in hand and seems expressive. Like perhaps she's already spoken to the woman before? Or otherwise feels comfortable speaking with her! Either way, there's definitely a level of comfort there she did not ''quite'' have with the other guests.

The smile Antonella has for the Curatenot Postulant, surely there was no Postulantis entirely earnest and gracious as she and her sister take their leave. And that same smile brightens for whatever Amadea whispers to her. She tilts in the murmur something back, a touch of humor in her expression. Still, her eyes are set on the Prince as she squeezes the arm of the impeccable countess at her side.

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| Salvatore (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 15 Status: |
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With Cosette and Garden both flanking in on the Kataro, Faraman slinks into the background with his tail between his legs. Well, it was worthy the try, right? He adjusts his bandage as he pursues something more to drink.

You overhear (from Quiet Bench): Alessandro smiles. "About that business," Alessandro echoes when Lorenzo reaches past him to the plate of food. He lifts the fingertips of his closer hand and trails the backs of them lightly over the patterned fabric of Lorenzo's Eastern Empire clothing for a moment. "Shall we issue our first challenges? You do remember the game, yes?" The man was a bit inebriated, after all.

Salvatore seeks out the Postulant, hoping to bend his ear for a few moments. He motions one of the servants bearing food over with a gesture. He takes a piece of the offerings off the tray himself, trying to entice the Postulant to take some as well. He tries to keep the conversation light and airy, but it seems slightly awkward and after a moment he excuses himself.

Although he goes with his wife to speak with the Curate after his sister has, one can assume it is that younger di Farro that is best equipped for such matters. For Vittore, well, after whatever intrigues and whispers of foreign affairs he shares with the Prince, his greeting to the religious head is far more, erm, mundane? It becomes fairly obvious that the Conte, for all his family's affiliation, is not the most avid religious practitioner. He goes on a while, including some mention of the recent battle and shooting a man with a crossbow several times. Maybe these are not things you share witha Priest?! In any case, once his wife has also finished, he goes to meet the last and most exotic of the guests. There is some curious observation of the Contessa's exchange, though with little enough to be gained, he approaches in friendly fashion and inquires of what many of the room might well be curious - the exact nature of her and her sisters particular 'services' to their liege. A brow may be raised, here or there.

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| Vittore (Flirting) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 12 Status: |
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| Rossana (Flirting) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 1 Status: |
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| Amadea (Flirting) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 12 Status: |
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| Antonella (Flirting) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 16 Status: |
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Amadea leads her little sister over towards the Prince, an amused look on her face after something she whispered to the younger Capello. She offers the Prince a curtsey and a little bit of small talk, ever the charming lady, but perhaps a little out of practice, what with her being a married lady and all.

Rossana stands from the table after some quiet talking and finishing off the plate. "I need to walk. Would you stroll in the gardens with me?" She asks with a sweet smile for her betrothed. "I admit that social situations are not my strong suit," She tells Livino.

Is it appropriate for a mercenary to address a Prince? Faraman certainly takes a while to get around to it, including swallowing down some more of the wine. He stands there on the side of the gathered party goers, tipping his head back in tune with the music and his goblet, squinting at the Eastern royal. Finally he starts to drift back into things, circling in the direction of the guest of honor to see if he can't somehow get some advantage out of being here. He waits his time, though, not getting in the middle of the sisters having their flirt on.

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| Livino (Flirting) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 13 Status: |
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"Uh. Oh, sure!" Livino has no real response that would be all flirty to win over Rossana as he rises up to offer his arm to his betrothed to lead the pair of them out to the garden to walk and talk privately.

Antonella's eyes widen a touch at Amadea's whispered words. Is that a touch of color in her cheeks as they approach the Prince? All that effortless conversation she'd managed so easily with the curate falls horribly flat in front of their current company. She's polite, of course, but awkward, a touch thrown off her game and eager to move on before she embarrasses her contessa any further. She may well be searching for a bit of wine as they move away, something to help wash away that memory.

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| Faraman (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 12 Status: |
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Not being as well versed in religious practices as she'd like (or as she should be), Marsilia doesn't have overly much to say to the curate, it seems and as politely as she can, she moves on with the rest of her family. When the Farro clan come across the Sister of Concordance, the fashion-minded young Contessa carefully observes the other woman's clothing and style as a whole. These women, the Sisters, are a mystery to her and what little she's learned about them through text and the like still leaves her curious about it all. A brow lifts when she listens to Vittore's inquires regarding some things he, himself, has heard about these women. She would roll her eyes, but that would take far more energy than she'd like, so instead she purses her lips and steps forward as if to distance herself from her husband to have a little discussion with the lone Sister, primarily regarding their culture and things to fill her curious mind.

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| Marsilia (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 3 Status: |
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Isabella smiles to the servants near her and nods her head, "Yes. That is correct, that tea goes to the Prince. That tea for the Kataro. If you mistake either, I will personally skin your hides." A rare threat from the woman as she then follows it up with a smile. "Now go, go on and take care of this. And do not forget the words I told you to share." As they make their way off, the maid shakes her head and dons a smile, moving out to mingle with individuals yet again.

Faraman swings in on the tail end of the two sisters, pretending that he's closing in on the Prince by accident! There's a few mentions of the excellent company he's a part of, and how there's no end to their ability to solve.. problems. And he is a most valiant (and possibly the most important!) member of the group! Yes. Duilio Lucio Faraman can do anything. It probably fails to impress at all. And he doesn't risk outstaying his welcome either, as soon having approached as he disappears back into the crowd.

Well, that either went very well or very badly. Regardless, Vittore has learned… something, about the odd practices of the Kataro. Perhaps nothing more than the fact that foreign innuendo is totally lost on them. Waiting on his wife in the last, he again hooks arms with her and begins on their way out, though he will pause on passing by his sister. "We'll see you at home, hmm?" And then they are off!

Lorenzo rises from the garden, picking up his plate of food and carrying it with him as he heads toward the home and the tapestry room in particular. On his way, he notes the various people attending to their honored guests, grinning there way before disappearing into the palazzo.

Two dignitaries to fail impressing down, one to go. "Come, dear sister," Amadea says to Antonella once they've fallen a bit flat with the Prince. "Let us meet these Sisters of Concordance. They're rather mysterious in their ways." So she sets out to complete her circuit by introducing herself to the West Africans.

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| Amadea (Courtesy) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 9 Status: |
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| Antonella (Philosophy) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 15 Mod: 0 Total: 15 |
| Roll: 6 Status: |
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Cosette offers a wave of parting to her siblings after they've spoken with the Prince, Curate then Kataro Sisters. She's returning to gatherings to allow the others their opportunity to fail hilariously at flirting attempts. The only hint of the Devotion's amusement comes from the way her lips tighten, pressing against each other in an effort not to be consumed by laughter.

Leaving room for others to speak with the esteemed guests at the party, Garden finds her way to Isabella's side and tucks in by her maid and her expert on Eastern Empire ways. "Is everyone behaving?" There's a hint of amusement in her voice. She's got a fresh glass of that sweet wine in hand and has made certain her palla is properly tucked and fitted in so there shouldn't be any further risks of a 'wardrobe malfunction' this evening. "I've noticed you keeping everyone in line. It's appreciated."

Oh, thank all that is beautiful in this world! Back on to religious sorts. Antonella's shoulders sink with a measure of relief as Amadea guides her toward the Sisters of Concordance, as every step puts her blushing, baffling moment with the Prince farther behind them. Here, oh, here she excels, easily engaging the foreign women in curious conversation, effortlessly keeping up with philosophical twists while following her contessa's lead and managing to maintain all proper decorum. It only took them a moment to catch their stride.

Using a handkerchief, Faraman tries to inconspicuously ensure that even after the party is ended, he'll still have some treats hidden away on his person to munch on later. Sadly he doesn't have any way to help himself with extra wine. Eventually his foraging is interrupted by one of the other Wyverns, who come to whisper a few words in his ear. His face drops. He doesn't have to say anything; its written across his face: But I am getting free booze here! This is unacceptable! And yet, unacceptable or not, he follows his fellow mercenary after he's drowned his last goblet.

Once the special people are attended to, Amadea promptly drags her sister Antonella over towards the hosts. "Thank you so much for inviting us, Conte Cosimo," she offers pleasantly, and with warmth. "A pity that your sister and her wife were unable to attend, but they are quite busy with some matter and ask that I make excuses on their behalf."

Cosimo looks to Amadea and Antonella and smiles. "It's quite alright, I'm sure we'll see them again in the near future. I'm happy you both came and had a nice evening. If you ever find yourself desiring any of these Eastern luxuries, please feel free to let my wife or I know, yes?" His smile broadens.

Antonella doesn't require all that much dragging, though she does angle a rather plaintive look toward the wine that hasn't magically made its way to her hand. How the younger sister suffers to keep up with such loveliness! By the time they've arrived by Cosimo, she's all smiles again. "You've a lovely home, conte, and it's been a fine evening. Thank you. I've yet to get my hands on those little layered pastries yet…" Though her attention's straying toward the buffet rather hopefully.

How fortunate, perhaps, that Garden was bringing a few of such pastries for Cosimo (and herself, don't tell!) just as Antonella was making her complaint known. She'd passed her appreciation to Isabella and then absconded with a few from a servant on her way. Thus, in settling in at Cosimo's side, she extends the tray towards the two Capello women. "I can always raid the buffet before the evening is through," she offers with a brief grin. "Please, enjoy. They're practically sinful, if not outright so. I imagine I will be demanding my cook make them again all too soon."

"Ah, thank you so much, Contessa," Amadea offers to Garden with a charming smile. She lets go of her little sister, freeing Antonella to get wine or whatnot, and graciously accepts an offered pastry. "Mmm, these are quite delicious," she says as she tastes hers. "Very good."

Cosette, pleased with how the night was ending was for her, she decided to depart before the hour grew too late. The Sister of Devotion made no fuss about her return to the city's orphanage.

"Feel free to take some of them home with you." Cosimo says to Antonella, gesturing to the food. "If you don't, I might be tempted to eat too much, and I'm sure Garden will not be too happy with me if I did that." Oh, and speaking of his wife, he grins at the tray. "Sinfully delicious. Sounds like a way we should market such pastries to local bakers." He taps his chin thoughtfully.

Antonella regards Garden as if she were miraculous. Heroic, at the very least! There is no shortage of gratitude in her expression, save in how briefly her attention is on the contessa, how quickly her focus shifts toward those lovely layered treats. She plucks one up and, well, there's some delicacy, though there is also enthusiasm, an earnest enjoyment of the delectable confection. She has the manners, thank goodness, to wait until she's swallowed before murmuring, "Exquisite," and adding a warm, "Thank you." Then a brighter, "Thank you!" to Cosimo at his offer. "I would gladly spare you such decadence." With a gracious curtsey toward the host and hostess, she slips away now that she's freed, off to grab a glass of wine, to mingle with the thinning crowd, to enjoy the splendor of it all for just a little bit.

"My youngest sister has a strong appreciation for the finer things, like food and wine," Amadea notes fondly as she lets Antonella run off to mingle with whomever might be left. "You should be proud of what you've done here tonight. It's quite luxurious and beautiful, and I suspect your guests are greatly impressed."

There is a flash of fondness in Garden's eyes as Cosimo speaks to how he might eat too many of the pastries, but she nods in agreement with the offer. "Please, do. I am quite happy with the talent my kitchens have picked up for the food, though I do owe it all to Isabella. She has done wonders with imparting her knowledge to them." But then, she would, wouldn't she? There is a quiet laugh after Antonella as the younger Capello goes off to enjoy herself and Garden hands off the tray she had to a passing servant, taking one pastry for herself to enjoy as they do. She settles in comfortably alongside her husband, looking off into the crowd. "I don't see the betrothed couple. I imagine they've gone to hide from all the well-wishers, then?"

"Understandable." Cosimo says, watching Antonella move away. "My thanks for your kind words, Contessa, I appreciate them." He glances to the side at his wife, smiling. "Yes, you did a wonderful job arranging everything, my dear, but don't let the word get out, or else others may come seeking your advice or worse, try and steal you away from me." He flashes a quick grin, absentmindedly handing a passing servant his empty wine glass. "Undoubtedly they have, and good on them. They can have some time to get to know one another better. That should help forge a stronger bond between t hem."

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