Padisha's Dance (Moore, Tryll; 85 days left)

[Nephrite]

Our arch buffs should still be good but I doubt any devil is going to be dumb enough to attack us in Brightwater, although I would love to see them try.

[Yuthirin]

Stranger things have happened, but it is indeed unlikely. The only attack I know of like that is the Father's decision to say hello to Muirfinn.

[Anastasia]

The Father was also a son of a bitch.

Ah, Brightwater. The cheerfulness of Lliira's realm is without compare. The streets are well lit, nighttime as people celebrate all over. Dancing in the streets, drinking, laughing and more. All is bright and merry as...

Ball is in your court, y'all.

[Nephrite]

"We may as well just see what we find by looking around." Moore suggests as he starts forward. "At least, that's how it usually ends up here."

[Anastasia]

"Ah, a good time! I'll just call..." Westwind begins, but then his face falls.

[Nephrite]

Moore lets out a bit of a breath at that. "Come, now, Prince Westwind, you can have a great time with just us and the people in their own revelry, right?" It's a bit of a long-shot to get his mind off of it, but hey, it's worth a shot!

[Yuthirin]

"Huh? What happen?" Calleigh looks confused.

[Anastasia]

Westwind sighs, "I should have my loyal servants joining us, bringing merriment to all. Now though?" He shakes his head, "Let's focus on your goal, Tryll, rather than my regrets."

Calleigh realizes she's hungry.

[Yuthirin]

Well. There's only one way to solve the Sadface Prince Dilemma.

Control Sound

Calleigh takes a deep (tiny) inhalation, then belts out, "HEY EVERYBODY! STOP! THERE'S A WINDY PRINCE HERE WITH A SAD FACE! HELP ME FIX IT!"

It carries very well.

[Anastasia]

That doesn't stop the partying, oh no. However, you're rapidly surrounded by partygoers. Drinks are pressed into your hands - even pixie sized ones for  Moore and Calleigh - and attractive men and women take your arms. One, a pretty elf woman with a smirk, "A djinn," she says, holding Westwind's arm. "How fanciful! Let's dance!"

Another, a smiling she-pixie with flaming red hair, giggles and pulls at Moore's arm, "How about we go have some drinks, handsome?"

A rather buxom, brown haired human woman even comes up to Tryll. "Aren't you the strangest thing I've ever seen? Let's go get some drinks and share some stories!"

[Nephrite]

"Actually, I'm here to help my friend find the very essence of humor." Moore says to the fiery-red pixie. "Perhaps you could suggest a good place to find some laughs for him?"

[Yuthirin]

"Success!" Calleigh cheers, "Now who's got pies!?"

'Hello.' Tryll replies, allowing the woman to lead him off.

[Anastasia]

"Oh, anywhere will do. Everywhere's fun here," The pixie says, clinging to Moore's arm. "Just go have fun!"

"Well, well," Westwind laughs, "Things are looking up!" He and the elf go off, as...

What happens next will depend on what Moore does here, since Tryll's going off with someone.

[Yuthirin]

Reminder that Tryll and Calleigh are in constant contact no matter what, so if Moore stays near Calleigh the party isn't necessarily split up.

[Nephrite]

"It would be rude of me to not enjoy myself." Moore says with a smile. "But I do have to make sure they don't get themselves into too much trouble. Actually, a pie does sound rather good..."