A Peaceful Housewarming Party

[Madam Zaragoza]

She smiles at Miroslav’s response to her interjection.
“I am glad to have been of help Elder Miroslav, I hope you find something of interest for you at this delightful soirée.”
Such a pretty shell to what she assumes is a dark twisted interior. That simple thought, causes her mood to drop suddenly. What other pretty men hide dark secrets? She decided that she cannot consider that now.

She looks around the room for a distraction and spots the Nosferatu Neonate attempting to hide in a corner.
“Oh darling Lenore, do not sit all alone sat in a chair, come sit next to me.”

She moves to sit more upright and gestures to the space next to her.

“Come Childe, I won’t hurt you.”

[Lucius]

Lucius glides over to Helen and lightly takes the box presented by Erika from her hand in a single motion.

“What a delightful gift my Prince! May I?” He doesn’t wait for any permission before taking it. “How beautiful! I’ll place it with your other gifts,” he says moving away towards the door with the gift.

((Assuming no-one stops him, he returns a few moments later and seats himself back next to Helen, his arms spread out over the backs of the chairs))

[Miroslav]

In that time Miroslav has taken Lucius' seat and is smiling passively next to Helen, the picture of innocence.

Although his body language crowds her a little, he is speaking to the Prince with a calm, if even pleasant tone.

"Destruction tends to follow so many of us; I've noticed that people tend to fall over in the flames they start behind me, around the time I'm free of the smoke. It's a happy state of affairs. I was being serious about our mutual acquientance; my Prince has a couple things to speak on, I have a letter."

He flourishes it from inside the handsome jacket, hands it to Erika. "This I would recommend remain only for your eyes."

[Jerome Price]

Jerome turns the corner to the street of Helen's new residence, the familiar clack of his cane on the street and feel of another's arm slipped into the crook of his own lending to the confidence of his stride. He is tightly bound in his finest attire, coiffed armour for the discourse to come, a small package swings from the gloved hand at his breast entwined within the neat ribbon work.

The size of the building, dwarfing the stooge at the gate brings a smile to his face. As he and his companion approach he gestures with his cane at the immensity of the estate while leaning over to whisper, "You don't think she's compensating for anything do you?" chuckling to himself at the jest. The disappointment of their extended evening stroll coming to an end is only exceeded by the heady anticipation of the excitement of the party to come. As they arrive at the gate he smiles at the ghoul for long enough to presents their invitations and then goes back to admiring the looming edifice as he sweeps Annabelle and himself past and through the grounds.

[Lady Grace]

Proximity to Miroslav and Lucius and Erika is definitely uncomfortable right now and Grace takes the opportunity to effect a escape, although its out of the frying pan into the fire by this choice.

In the pause Grace addresses her host.
"Helen, as you requested earlier, did you want to hear that song again?
I feel bad that I didn't bring a gift "

[Lenore]

Lenore returns Helen’s little smile with one of her own, the Nosferatu unwilling, however, to venture across to that side of the room. Too many elders strutting about, all too eager to fan their egos at a neonate’s expense. Sadly Hermina has other plans for poor Lenore.

Rising, she bobs her head submissively and scurries across to the woman her Primogen has so recently taken an unhealthy interest in. “Ah, um, thank you, Elder,” Lenore says as she seats herself, watching Lucius out the corner of her eye as she does so. Her gloved hands fold neatly in her lap. “Most kind of you to spare such thought for a mere Neonate.” A pause, before continuing more quietly. “If, um, you would be so gracious, Elder, would you care to inform me who that individual is?” She indicates then Miroslav with a subtle motion of her head. “I, ah, do not believe I have yet had the pleasure of meeting him personally. And these things are… important to know, I find. Don’t you agree?” Through her veil, one can make out the vague form of a polite, if strained, smile upon Lenore’s lips.

[LittleBird]

Kira sweeps in, thanking those who let in her kindly as her cloak is removed. Following the energetic sound of such hustle and bustle she soon lands into the main room, a smile greater than her train at such a gathering for a dear friend.

[Andross Blint]

Andross sips at his glass of blood slowly, enjoying the verbal battle the elders seem intertwined in, glancing over at each newcomer as they enter, he gives a welcoming nod as he spots Kira walk in hlad to see her with a smile on her face.

Moving away from the now crowded gatherings that have built up around Helen, he moves to a quieter corner towards where Dukes exited earlier.

[Lucius]

Lucius returns seeing his seat taken by Miroslav. He offers Helen his hand to rise from her seat. “Would you grant me a dance Helen?”

[Madam Zaragoza]

She lowers her voice to match Lenore’s subdued tones, “You are absolutely correct my dear one. Knowing whom everyone is, is exceptionally important. That my childe is Elder Miroslav of Clan Toreador. I suspect it would be best if you were to keep out of his way though.”

She smiles at Lenore, giving her a long look.

“You know darling, you really should not be ashamed of who you are. Why do you wear a veil? For mortals and the masquerade perhaps it is understandable.... but here...well no one should judge you. It is not as if others of your clan, hide away. Your Primogen has quite a singular visage and ... well smell but that does not deter him. However I suspect with his dreams of producing a congregation of repentant kindred here in Aquae Sulis, he probably doesn’t have time to think about such things. What do you think of his plans? I suspect he thinks I could become a member of his little cult , does he not?”

She slips from her glass and waits to hear Lenore’s response.