The Deadly Dinner at the Citadel (Closed)

[Nosdyn]

(Sorry for the confusion on my behalf so far I missed the part about Grond approaching Nosdyn. But I'll be more careful from here on in. Ailsa was willing to work with me on what I added to the story with Wendy so far. Thanks for understanding all so far!!!)

Nosdyn observed when the surprisingly handsome woman approached...Philomel. Though Nosdyn didn't know her name at that point. Wendy was trying to start more trouble with the guests in question, and Nosdyn sighed. This party is growing dreadful...but perhaps we can salvage it. Sir Izra was temporarily forgotten as his mood lightened considerably. Nosdyn approached Wendy and the handsome faun. He took one look at Philomel and nodded towards her...her eyes showed that she held power within her...true power. She is the most interesting surface dweller here. Nosdyn turned to look towards Wendy as she was attempting to instigate the woman.

"Don't your kind have any self preservation skills?" Nosdyn asked of Wendy. "She has strength...you would do well to show her some respect." Nosdyn could see a glow in her eyes...it was quite interesting to observe. He looked at Wendy again at that point. "You're not wanted here let us adults have a talk with each other." Nosdyn said calmly. He was showing a tremendous amount of self-restraint. His eye twitched at the corner, but he kept his anger in check.

Wendy looked at Nosdyn and sighed. "Very well...have it your way, Demon." She said and took her leave of the disgusting pair.

Nosdyn looked at Philomel at that point. "Sorry about that. Hopefully you have something much more interesting to say than these Humes do." Nosdyn took a pull of the drink in his goblet and kept his eyes on the handsome faun. He kept Sir Izra in the back of his mind at all points. He would be ready should the idiot attempt an attack. Nosdyn kept his attention on the faun. She was attractive, and wondered if she would like some company for the night's festivities. As he thought about that his memories came pouring in his mind...perhaps an effect of what he was drinking.

He was strong of will, but he wasn't quite used to Hume alcoholic beverages and the sensation left him with a strong feeling in his head. He managed to hold on to his goblet and placed a hand to the tip of his forehead. He was in a bit of a dizzy spell. He steadied himself soon after, his natural endurance kicking in. He decided he needed to go back to the balcony and get some fresh air. He looked at the faun. "The balcony has a nice view, perhaps you'd accompany there? I need a bit of fresh air." Nosdyn said casually.

He felt a little light headed still and began to walk towards the nearby balcony area...he was starting to regret having ever arrived at the silly party. The faun, being the highlight of his night so far.

[Philomel]

Her brow rising, Philomel found the man altogether intriguing. Her lips developed into a fine smile and she welcomed the change that he invited to the scene. Happily she strode onto the balcony with the demon, her eyes dancing over his blue skin and tattoos, simply drinking in the appearance of an oddity, like her.

Wendy disappeared without a second thought to the faun. She did not care for people who presumed her as a villain, or a common whore. In her mind those people could live amongst the sewers and be disrespected like how they treated others.

Back into the fray the wicked Wendy went, truly merging with the crowd. The music was dying a little as a voice began to proclaim something about a boy. But Philomel and Nosdyn were not close enough to hear. Perhaps they would head in after.

"Philomel," she introduced herself, once she was properly seated at a bench. "I presume you are ... Another strange guest who was a question I am sure on the guest list."

Arranging her skirts around her she poised, back straight and eyes bright, her smile brilliant. Around them stars glistened, an open heaven with a bright moon. Joined with the chorus of music from inside it was a beautiful bit of perfection with two dire sinners beneath.

Her back straight she kept herself poised, letting Veridian take his time to come over. The small beast, with his lithe form beneath the sky, was almost invisible. He ran swift and right over to them, barely touching the stones and paving slabs. As he approached his presence became clear and he leapt up to come beside Philomel, bright eyes intrigued at their new friend.

"This is Veridian," she introduced the fox. "My companion."

"... What might we call you?" She asked, as the name of 'Sylvester,' was called.