A Peaceful Housewarming Party

[annabelle]

Helen looks around, wondering where Dukes dissapeared, trapped in this seat in her own haven. She doesn't look too pleased when her gift is taken away but she doesn't say anythin, hoping Erika won't take offence.

But she really had enough of sitting. Grace's words a gift from heaven as Helen stands up and smiles theatrically "A song! Yes, we were waiting for more guests to arrive and now we have plentiful to enjoy your performance Lady Grace"

She turns around and smiles sweetly to Miroslav "Elder Miroslav I hope you will appreciate the following song and will add up to your night."

She turns up to Lucius and smiles politely "Of course my Elder. A dance will be lovely."

She then addresses the whole room "There is plenty of space to dance so be my guest and join us. What a better way to listen a song of grief in the arms of a good company." and despite her soft tone there is an underlying bittersweet flavor as she is lead to the dance floor, waiting for lady Grace to start.

[Miroslav]

"Thank you, Hermina. There's only one you; and that's a good thing."

Miroslav grants the Tremere a blinding smile, layering on his pretty shell to max. As Hermina looks away, Miroslav takes his attention from her, just in time to notice another of Helen's knights charging to her domestic rescue. Kira he clocks briefly, considers whether he needed to do anything there, and then reasoned that she would hear this anyway, so the stone would hit both.

"Elder Lucius Caecilius Servius of Clan Ventrue. I'm afraid I need to interject ever so politely - Helen sweet bun, it almost slipped my mind. My gift! It was information, it's also quite time-dependent. Silly me. I'll need your privacy for a while, it's rather too sensitive to be shared. Something about a... Cassiopeia."

"I'm sure you understand the delicacy of the situation."

[annabelle]

Helen's eyes widen with a way they never been widened before. She looks seemingly calm but there is a volcano boiling somewhere in the Ventrue's mind. And only someone with Auspex will be able to indentify it.

"Please continue without me" she says calmly to the crowd with a cheerful smile and leaves the room nodding to Miroslav to follow her. Hoping Lucius will stay subtly around without making it too obvious he followed her.

[Valentina Audley]

Neatly hidden by her voluminous skirt, Valentina's hands clench in shock at Miroslav's words. She stays sitting still and quiet though as there's naught to be gained by her leaping up and demanding explanations. Her heart wrenches for her childe though.

Bloody Miroslav and bloody Mithras.

[Lady Grace]

Grace remains seated to wait for Helen's return

[Lucius]

Lucius watches as Helen moves away with Miroslav. His eyes close for a brief moment with his expression remaining calm. He opens them again, rises from his seat and leaves through a different door than Helen.

He finds Dukes in the room he was in, “Good sheriff! Might you accompany me to check on our host. This Miroslav chap seems terribly tiresome,” he says amiably

[Velvet Riley]

Velvet moves gracefully over to Valentina. He bows low and offers her his gloved hand.

“Ah’d be honoured ma’am, if you’d do me the grace o’ this dance,”

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina gives Velvet a look of gratitude. "I should like that very much Mr Riley."

She stands, curtseys to him and takes his hand, allowing him to lead her into a clear space.

[Velvet Riley]

Velvet took Valentina by the hand and led her to the dance floor with near flawless etiquette. His technique and form were graceful and balanced. He was clearly familiar with such things.

As they moved around the dance floor, anyone watching would see that he took all appropriate measures and opportunities to show the absolute best of his dance partner. So that Valentina was the focus of the piece.

Valentina would know that his technique and style were not close to Francis’, but nonetheless he was clearly both skilled at dancing, and enjoyed it a great deal.

[Lenore]

“Elder Miroslav…” Lenore mutters to herself, echoing Hermina’s words. She takes a good look at the man, making sure to memorise his face, all the while taking pains to keep her own expression carefully controlled. A slight furrowing of her brow betrays her.

When the topic shifts to her veil, Lenore runs her fingers along its edge self-consciously. “Well, um,” she stammers, before getting her nerves and her voice under control, “My skin can be... somewhat sensitive to the wind, you see, Elder. So, ah, I find that this way is best for both myself and any… polite company I happen to surround myself with.” A partial truth. Better, at least, than an outright lie. “I thank you for your concern though, Elder. I appreciate it. As for my Primogen…” Lenore trails off, considering how best to discuss him before Hermina. “He can certainly be eccentric. Mm. I would not say it is strictly correct, though, to say that he wishes you to join him in… religious ecstasy. More, he believes…” The Neonate seems then to realise she is starting to say too much, and cuts herself off. There is a moment of silence whilst, beneath her veil, her head softly shakes. “I am sure it is not true, in any case.”

She lets her gaze drift across to Miroslav once more, idly curious what this Cassiopeia matter refers to.