Welcome to Gaia! ::

-Fleur nods and looks the brothers up and they looked a little a like.- " its good to have a sibling to balance you out. I have a younger sister that did that. Family is important. Traveling is also good you can learn a lot and met many others."

- looking at Paris she smiles- " I can go and find him and bring him to you if you like? I don't mind he likes visiting with other travelers." - She looks around and spots her red eyed mate or least she thought she spotted her purple furred hubby he was truly beautiful. My love I need you. She thinks and looks closer for him-

Miyako wasn't sure what to make of this party. A gathering of vampires this large was...more than a little frightening for her, but it was a gathering hosted by her Ertéan's Clan--the clan she hoped to join, one day. So she'd taken a deep breath, let her mate dress her in his designs, and stuck herself to his side.

Perhaps it was strange for someone like her--one of the oddity vampires born Good--to love the Elder of a Clan. But she trusted her mate. And she wanted to become one of them. The Toreador were artists, romantics. The closes tot mortals, from everything she understood. So perhaps, she might be safe here. Certainly, it would mean that nothing could part her from Ertéan.

The whisper in her ear made her tense for a moment, but she relaxed, and put on a smile, and leaned towards her mate as he led her over.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Miyako said, "and your lovely wife."

She was a mortal.

That, Miyako thought, was perhaps the most encouraging thing she had seen tonight. It seemed obvious to her that Kitrye cared for Fleur, so perhaps he would understand the bond she and Ertéan had.

But ugh,t he social maneuvering. At least Kitrye seemed to know that they weren't here just to mingle.

"Ertéan speaks so highly of your...association," Miyako said, carefully, "and I had been hoping I might be granted entrance. I understand you seek artists--I've brought my portfolio." Modeling photos, coords, designs. All her art.

Mary Sue sauntered into the party, looking around at everyone who was gathered. The mere mortals got a glance of disinterest... She never had any interest in such beings, save as a snack, and she was not here for that. They were for the others to consider, in her opinion, and she was more interested in finding fellow vampires to talk to.

To flirt with, perhaps, and consider who she wanted to make a move on, to bring more children of the Bloodlines into play. Her children so far left her proud, but she wanted to bring more into the world, bring more strength to all of the kindred.

She glanced around the event, her green eyes giving brushing glances over the crowd. Some caught her eyes more than others, and she noticed Ravnos, who gained a friendly smile in his direction... Indeed, she walked towards him, and past, brushing him for a moment with a tentacle... A brush that could be put down to merely an accident, misjudging the distance between herself and the other, but could be interpreted, if he so wished, as a greeting of sorts. She continued forwards, giving a polite smile to Marconius as she passed... Though she gave the Kiasyd a curious glance over at the same time, because she had not yet encountered the interesting Disciple before.

She continued on to the bar, leaning against it in a pose that was just this shy of provocative, while looking back out at the crowd, wondering who might be interested in approaching.

Ahh it seemed even here Kitrye could not escape the duties of his station. He could always pass all this politicking down the chain of command but what was the point? But he never enjoyed discussing these things during a party. Especially around mortals. And even more so he disliked doing it around members of other clans.

He sighed and lightly screamed internally but the look is ecstasy on his face never changed as he listened to the Elder and his lady. It took Kitrye a moment but there was something….off about her? He couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

Ertéan was smart though. Kitrye would have cut out his tongue had he said other wise about his beloved.

Before she had even offered it to him Kitrye had Miyako’s portfolio. Flipping through it thoughtfully before snapping it shut. The sudden need of his wife reached him and he handed it back to the woman. “I do not like to discuss business when we should all be having a good time. Speak with me later once the party has begun to die doen. For now I bid you farewell. Please do enjoy yourselves.” With a simple turn hr left the pair to their own devices as he went in search of Fleur.

Dia Chela was normally the one doing the stalking but even she, as old as she now was, could remember the feeling of being stalked. Once, many moons ago, she had been mortal and weak, scampering along, heart thudding in her chest, as something had been prowling in the darkness.

It was the rising of fur on the back of her neck and the shiver down her spine. It also helped that the shadows, while not at all talkative about certain creatures of powerful origins, were more than happy to take note of mangy predators and hum with warning.

She was far too civilised to show teeth but the shadows darkened and that was threat enough, as she sought out the hunter in the crowd.

Dia had just pinned her gaze on the golden eyes looking her way when the whisper arrived, soft and female, a mother to them all, in a way. It seemed this would be the party of the century, a return to power, for those who had been scattered and lost.

Oh how she longed then for another Lasombra, an ally in the dark.

Endolynn smiled as she enjoyed the pleasant conversation she'd been engaged in with a small group of those who had seen her performances. It was nice to be appreciated and even introduced to others who might enjoy her passion, the drink in her hand gradually emptying until there were only ice cubes left. A chuckle left the FaeElf as she found a pair of kats in the gathering to be rather funny....until that strange cold breeze was suddenly felt. She blinked, suppressing a shiver as her ears tilted in somewhat heightened alertness. Where had that come from? It carried with it the gentle scent of...roses? Hmm...perhaps a draft from somewhere. She clearly wasn't the only one who had felt it, excusing herself for a moment so she could return her glass to the bar and rejoin the group she was conversing with.

When Endolynn returned to the group she heard the music kick up to something she found...rather enchanting. Her tail swayed along to the beat and it wasn't long before one of her new acquaintances asked her to dance; with great pleasure.~ She smiled as she took their hand and followed their lead, soon engaged in a lively dance to the music and this was where her spirit would truly shine. It wasn't long till she and her partner were moving together in quite the lively circle that had others giving them room. This kat knew that Endolynn danced with her body and soul, which they hoped to at least match to the best of their ability. The smile on her face and sparkle in her eyes said it all; she loved this. It wasn't long till her dance partner had let her go to her own devices, content to watch her express what was in her heart.

After Cassius hands Emppu his drink, he smiles a bit and kisses Cassius on the cheek before stepping away from the other so that he can converse with Ravnos. His eyes flick out over the gathered mortals again and he smirks slightly as he spots a Flitter Kitter that was off by his lonesome at a section of the dance floor now. Before he started making his way in that direction, however, he felt a bit of a chill and smelled a hint of roses in the breeze. He had been made during the time that the original vampire God and his angelique were asleep, however, so was unaware of the exact cause of the chill and scent. He shakes the feeling off and continues on his path towards the lone Flitter Kitter, managing to make his way over without the mortal realizing, and mayhaps 'liberating' a few items from some other nameless mortals on his way over.

Nightmare was indeed oblivious to the vampire making his way over to him as he was still enthralled with the massive gathering of the various faes around him. He didn't even notice when skillful paws found the pouch he wore buried in the fur at his waist to pluck the few gems and coins from within.

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Ziska soon found herself growing bored with the gathering and made her way outside, soon heading off for her home. She saw one of her mothers making her way inside and gave a nod of greeting to Dympna, before Ziska was gone into the night.



Dympna wanders into the room, her 'Smile' sign slung up over her shoulder as she makes her way in. The various skull shaped bells on her outfit ringing out with a soft, discordant chiming sound with each step. While she typically walked soft enough to not trigger the bells, she rather wanted others to know of her presence at this point. Her mad, red and yellow swirled eyes swept over the assemblage of mortal and immortal alike and she let out a small cackle before soon skipping her way to the bar.

((Dympna is pretty much here for anyone that wants to interact with a Malkavian))