The Court of Aurora (Afina and Moore)

[Nephrite]

"Ah, hello everyone." Moore says with a flourishing bow and wave to all those around him. "As Her Majesty said, my name is Moore... it's a pleasure to be of service to you all. Some of you may have heard and some of you may not have -- I am a member of this court but also follow the path laid out for me by Erathaol of the Hebdomad." Moore says with a smile and a gesture at his hat. "I hope my first act within the court has proven my intentions in case there were some concerns."

[Anastasia]

A satyr comes forward, slapping Moore on the back, "Welcome aboard," he says, passing him a goblet of wine. He's tall and ruddy, red hair and fur. Another is a little female pixie, blushing and smiling, something that clashes with her blue hair. "H-hi...!"

"Say," Another pixie flies up, this one male and with a little smirk, "Who's Erathaol, anyway?"

[Nephrite]

Moore oofs a bit from the satyr but takes the goblet nonetheless (in both hands) with a smile. He nods to the blushing pixie but then looks to the one who asked.

"He is a member of the Hebdomad of Mount Celestia. He is also known as Erathaol the Seer, as he is always planning and knows things before they happen. It would not be untrue to call him one in direct confrontation with Taelfagn, the Duke of Destiny. He rules over Venya, the third layer of the mountain." Moore answers, giving the briefest of answers but hopefully answering the question nonetheless.

I figured that doesn't call for a K:R check for most of that info but if it does I can roll it.

[Ebiris]

"Our court back on Lifasa - Alfheimr, was almost entirely made up of pixies," Afina explains to Virylle. "Then since we found each other after the fall we've so far only found pixies from Lifasa, although Crystal, her Majesty, and I are the only ones from that particular court. I'd hoped we'd find some nymphs or nixies, but after this long I think we've found all the fey who made it out of there and yet live." No hope of ever finding any dryads from Lifasa, sadly.

[Anastasia]

"Or they're lost to the winds," Crystal says, "But Queen Ilsenine has acquitted herself well with fairies of all types. She's a most exceptional pixie, one for exceptional times. Don't you think?"

The blonde sips her own champagne, "I suppose you must work with those who survived. I hope she is exceptional, for Lifasa needs exceptional fey right now."

[Anastasia]

You're fine on the info front, Moore.

The satyr scoffs a bit, "Sounds like another of those angel sorts the spirits worship," he says, draining his own glass in one massive gulp. "But drink up, drink up! Have a drink and we can dance!"

The blushing pixie nods along, "The satyrs already want to drink and make merry, don't they? They're never serious."

A long laugh from the satyr, who grins. "Life is but a festival, one celebration after another. We celebrate today, so let us make merry!"

[Nephrite]

"Only if you promise to read up on Erathaol when we're done." Moore says, taking a sip to taste the wine to make sure it won't affect him too terribly. "It would be a disservice for you to get the wrong impression based on what I said." Moore then turns to the other pixie.

"It is their nature, isn't it? That's fine. I can handle myself at dancing." Moore says with a wide smile.

[Anastasia]

It's strong! Really strong stuff, the sort that'll have you wake up somewhere you don't remember falling asleep. "Yeah, yeah, sure. After the party."

"Go dance," The pixie declares, "Go find a dance partner. Oooh, maybe ask one of the generals or even Queen Ilsenine!"

[Nephrite]

Oof. He'd better stop at a sip, then. Don't want to start the party off like that...

He'll put the goblet down somewhere safe and nod to the pixie. "I think I need to work my way up to that level, but I've got an idea..." Moore will glance over, seeing Afina and Crystal together, he'll go try and find Skye. That's a pretty neutral person to ask for a dance, right?

[Anastasia]

Lady Skye is chatting with a small collection of nymphs. She's floating at eye level for them as they all chat. Moore could approach if he wishes.

[Nephrite]

He'll wait a moment or two to see if the conversation is dying at all. If not, he'll simply get close enough but make himself obvious so he doesn't look to simply be eavesdropping for no reason.

[Anastasia]

The conversation's going strong.

Are you trying to listen in at all or just waiting?

[Nephrite]

He'll basically just try to integrate himself into the conversation in such a way as to be in Skye's line of sight so he doesn't surprise her.

[Anastasia]

This naturally requires a little bit of listening.

"...and is a scandal, if you ask me," One of the nymphs says, this one with leaf-green hair and a rather conservative matching dress.

Lady Skye titters, "Yes, berries in her hair? Unbelievable. If I didn't know better, I'd say it's her first time in the court."

"I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that," A red haired nymph says, this one a bit taller than the others and clad in a silken gown of green. "Unless you wish to attract the attentions of wild beasts seeking dinner. She should have taken a page out of General Afina's book. That multicolored bouquet of flowers for her hair is daringly revolutionary."

The fourth and last, a brown haired nymph with a smirk, "Yes yes, though I personally find it gauche. A single type of flower is complimentary, as General Crystal shows. But all of those? Add a few bees and she'd be a field in the summertime."

[Nephrite]

Oh dear. He would have to resist his urge to pursue the art of the Fashion Constable, but for now he'll clear his throat politely.

"Lady Skye, as rude as it would be for me to take you away from this conversation, I thought to possibly ask you for the honor of a dance?" Moore will ask, doing his best to still remain deferential as much as he can.