Waiting pixie (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "All right. I will be back shortly, then."

He'll go take a shower, freshen up his clothes with some magic and come back. He won't be wearing the mask for the time being.

[Anastasia]

This goes well enough. On returning you find Lady Skye waiting, greeting fey as they go through the antechamber and in.

"Moore," she greets you, "Her Majesty expects all of us. General Afina may not attend yet, as she is dealing with Aurora business."

[Nephrite]

"Yes, I understand." He says with a nod. Did they not tell him because it doesn't concern him? Hm... Well, it's not really worth worrying about, he understands the basics either way.

He'll go to take up a proper position and wait.

[Anastasia]

You settle in as fey enter the court. Queen Ilsenine is last, coming from her quarters and sitting on her throne. She raises her voice to be heard from front to back, "Let us mingle and celebrate amid ourselves. A chance to strike against Hell may be coming soon. We will be ready and we will face them with glad hearts and sharp blades."

[Nephrite]

Moore will wait for the crowd to disperse some but he'll indeed mingle, unless given some imperative to do otherwise.

[Anastasia]

Any preference to mingling targets?

[Nephrite]

He'll just go with the flow until he gets a look from Illsenine or she isn't busy.

[Anastasia]

It's quite hectic, but soon enough you notice Queen Ilsenine isn't immediately occupied.

[Nephrite]

He'll fetch her a drink, then, and go and fly over. "Your Majesty." He says quietly as he offers the glass over.

[Anastasia]

This may actually matter, so what sort of drink?

[Nephrite]

He's going to go out on a limb and pick a berry-based wine that isn't too tart but also isn't overly sweet.

[Anastasia]

Queen Ilsenine takes the glass and sips, "Thank you," she murmurs. "There is just one small thing. I feel the performance here is not to my tastes." She looks at you, meeting your eyes. "Fix this."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles, then offers a bow, the type where you keep your hand folded at his stomach. "As you wish, Queen Ilsenine."

Moore stretches a bit and will retrieve his harp from his bag. He'll move to the foot of the throne and start -- this doesn't have to be nearly as good as the one he used in Brightwater, but it should still be good enough!

He's going to throw a Divine Insight and Improvisation into a string performance.

[22:50] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+27+15+11+12
[22:50] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+27+15+11+12 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{66}

He'll also do some singing.

[22:50] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+27+11 perform (oratory)
[22:50] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+27+11 perform (oratory) --> [ 1d20=1 ]{39}

Maybe it's some lingering thoughts about The Father, maybe it's just exhaustion, but he's sure this isn't his best performance... but he's going to give it his all no matter what.

[Anastasia]

You get attention, the nymphs stopping their music. Sure, many faces are on you, but you feel tired. Tired and hungry as you go on, stomach rumbling.

[Nephrite]

No.

Not now, not at all. He's going to simply have to power through this.

"Friends! Now is a time for revelry, to prepare ourselves before a battle!" Moore calls out, fishing into his bag to put Cloud Dancer's mask on. "A song for the future, of hope! Let no one have to sit here and wallow or mope!"

He's basically going to try and power through the hunger that he thinks is entirely fictional and brought on by The Father by wearing the mask and more or less trying to focus on giving some more music.