Kayla's head snapped to the new comers, but soon she returned her gaze to Micheal, realizing that she didn't know the three. She completely ignored them for right now. The important thing was to figure out what Micheal had said in such a rush. Her face lit up with surprise as she realized what he had said.

"You. . . Want to dance with me?" she questioned. Shock was written very easily.

"I see Burlo is finally off of you, Saber." Kasei says, walking over with a face full of joy. "Well, for anyone who's interested, Saria has suggested that we hold a music contest! We use ocarina's and harps, so anyone who wants to try it can go over to the stage!" He said joyfully, and then turned his head as Azador arrived. Face bright, Kasei went over to the door and greeted his long time freind and ally. "Welcome Azador! You might just be one of the last to arrive!" The Rebel Flame said, shaking Azador's hand vigorously. "Beer, wine, punch, all of it is that way." Kasei said, pointing to the ever-popular food table.

As this was happening, Kasei couldn't help but laugh as Michael attempted to ask Kayla to dance. "GO FOR IT!" The shiekahn elder roared joyfully, encouraging Michael.

The joy, however, was swept from the room, as three new beings arrived; Smiley, Being and Emege. Suddenly, Kasei realized he shouldn't have sent everyone an invitation. He doubted his decision even more every time Smiley spoke. I need a weapon....

As the three entered. The puppet Kasei stuck his head out of the crowd, some kinda food in his mouth. "Phy! Wphklme!" The fake said through stuffed lips.

OOC: And the lord, God said "Let there be win," and there was win, and it was good.
Merry Christmas, y'all!!!

Matt eventually gave up dancing with Ruto, and he plopped himself on a chair, listening to Orpheous and Simon. However, he gazed longly out the window, and his conscious drifted far away. Michael and Nichole eventually gave up dancing, as they mingled with some of the other guests. Ryan and Remos had both been dawn away by groups of hot women who demanded that they danced with them. They didn't refuse, despite the fact the dates of the items still nagged them in the back of their heads.

Snowflake had left Valentine in charge of watching over Stephan, as he stepped outside for a bit to check out the decor. Little to his knowledge, a young woman followed him outside, obviously intrigued as to why the Shiekah looking man was going outside. Stephan got caught showing off his skill to the kids when he took a woman's pocket book, and Valentine began the long process of explaining that he would have given it back.

Bou and Bingo had taken too the dance for, their romantic dancing skill awed others, and a crowd gathered around the two. Vilk gathered a few, and he took them outside to show them his fighting skill, taking on several golems aimed for practice fighting, but they were extremely powerful. He kept his distance from Snowflake, and the hidden woman.

Silna danced her way from one pleading man to the next, and she soon reached Kasei's path. "Care to dance?" she asked him, smiling slyly.

Micheal's face turned slightly red. His head snapped to where Kasei was. Well, now this is very embarresting... He looked at Kayla's smaller form. Man, he never noticed how small she was. Maybe that's why her green eyes were the most beautiful part of her body. He looked around and saw many girls with very big. . . ahems. Unlike the rest, Kayla didn't show off hers. Maybe it was the scars scattering her body. But, he thought her scars were cute.

Kayla looked up at him and gave him a small smile. She looked cute. Very cute this very moment. Her green eyes were bright. It always amazed him so much. I can't believe Sovelis let this girl go! She's so amazing! Micheal was mentally cheering.

"Um, yeah, would you, like to dance with. . .me?" Micheal said hesitantly. He much slower, but more hesitant. Regection was something Kayla seemed professional at it.

Kasei turned a bit to face Silna, smiling. "It would be an honor, madam." The shiekah said, taking her by the hand and bringing her to the dance floor, where he led her in a traditional Shiekahn dance.

Aria once more looked at this. "The old fart has no clue what he's doing." She said angrily, and began to walk through the crowd to where the oracles and the sages performed their melodies. Soon, however, she got tired, and turned away, her eyes snapping to a new annoyance; Worru. Moving swiftly, the young girl approached her cousin through the crowd, and grabbed him. "What are you doing?" She asked, suspicious.

"You should follow the adults, and ask someone to dance." She demanded.

Kayla's face turned bright red. She nodded her head vigorously. She didn't trust her mouth at the moment, because she knew she would start stuttering like mad like she always does. Kayla wasn't the worst dancer, but she wasn't the best. It depended on her led her. "L-l-lead the way," she stuttered out. She held out one of her hands that she had close to her body before, fiddling with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

The front door opened and slammed shut again, bringing a flurry of snow in with the latest arrival. "Yo! Kobas!" A reddish haired mage pulled down his blue hood, setting his staff against a wall and waving. Kobas pointedly ignored him, still trying to break up Link and Zelda. Rhyss sighed, expecting as much. He spotted Seth, who was currently trying to make himself invisible by melding with the wall.

"Seth. Who're you hiding from?"

"No one! Go away!" Seth hissed angrily.

"C'mon, you can tell me," Rhyss insisted, ruffling his hair fondly. He gaze wandered over the crowds, then spotted the three who had entered before him. "They won't bother you, Seth."

"Screw you," Seth mumbled and shoved him away.

Emege looked up, or so it seemed, at the table with the punch bowl on it, then shifting his nonexistant gaze to Being, who nodded. "You may get yourself a drink, Emege." he said, as the cloaked figure walked, no, it was more like he flew over the ground, to where he stopped before the table. Out of one sleeve, a tendril of solid fog was made, wrapping itself around one pre-filled cup, and lifting it to the hood, where after a tilt, it was set in the nearest trashcan, emptied of its contents, and flew back to Being's side, a puddle of liquid, the same color as the punch, where he was just at.

When he had returned, Being was in deep thought, blue eyes surveying the room. Emege looked up, as if asking what was the matter, and Being quickly replied, "There are two telepaths in the room, at minimum. One is somewhat experienced, the other hides his powers as he cannot control them. The inexperienced one is hiding from us, as he fears we will find him. He seems to think that Paladin is a king as well."

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Worru, after having been pulled away from Cremia, who was quickly snatched up by another man in the room, gave Aria a glare. "I was just dancing, Aria." he replied, angrily.

OoC: THREE Worru. THREE. Seth, Mathias, and Sovelis.

Link smiled at Kobas, and spoke clearly to the thief. "Alright...ONE dance. I'll ask the Oracles to make it a long one. Then Zelda's mine! I still have that mistletoe in my hat..." the hero said sullenly a he wandered towards Din, Nayru, and Farore.

Sovelis had wandered away from Arrika, Seth, and Mathais and had found his way to Smiley, Being and Emege. "I see now...why you three are called what you are called. I have not had the pleasure of introducing myself to you three...Gentlemen yet. I am Sovelis Magelion Li'ano Liadon, High Lord and last member of the Order of the Tempest." he said, making a mock bow to them, his red cloak billowing dramatically around his darkly-robed figure. "But I'm not going to let the solid fact of what you three are ruin the holiday spirit. Let us all enjoy this time that has been set aside for us all to cast our problems and differences away. Me and my own Twin, who has sworn to kill me, we are both here, and not fighting. Because Mathias is already drunk. He has no tolerance for liquor...

As Sovelis was talking to the Three Kings, Mathais looked down at Seth. Why are you so afraid of them, little boy? Look at My brother. He's actually talking to them, and not cowering against the wall like a scared little baby. the Sempari looked away and grabbed another glass of some amber-colored liquid from a tray on a small table. He downed the liquor in one gulp, and his face seemed to redden slightly.

"Sheila..." He mumbled softly, gazing at the pair, particularly the girl who's name was just spoken. Then he realized something. She was clinging to him fiercely. "Ahem..." he started, his voice shaky. "Are you two...together...?" He didn't understand much of the conversation that was going on, but didn't people in relationships have inside jokes and topics that noone else understood? He wouldn't know, never having a love of his own, but he suppose it was possible. No, highly likely.

Realizing he was probably creeping out Sheila, he turned to Sakiko again. "No, it was my fault. I told Burlo about the party, and mentioned there might possibly be alcohol involved." From a few feet away, Burlo's ears visibly perked up behind his shaggy hair. "Alc'hol?" He murmured in his drawl. He started visibly shaking with anticipation, then took off through the crowd, roughly knocking over most of the people in the way, including Sovelis and Being on his mad search for inebriation.

Then he remembered the first part of Feet's introduction--The part he had forgotten as soon as he heard Sheila's name. He turned back towards the pair and shook the hand timidly, saying, "I am Sabertache, Mantari Turkeynary Extra--I mean, Tantari Mercenary Extraordinaire." He felt a bit of sweat on his brow and gulped, hoping he wasn't making a bad impression. His shame overcame him, and he turned to find Burlo, and stepped right into Shada and her...Assets. He stumbled backwards into Feet and barely kept his balance, hopefully not knocking the stranger over as well. I...I appear to have found a pair of breasts that are holding a woman hostage...He thought as he stared at the remarkable sight before him for a second, then snapped his eyes away and turned back to Feet and Sheila. Whether they were on the ground or still standing he couldn't tell, as he had his eyes closed in shame, grimacing. "Sorry..."

Micheal was filled with joy when Kayla nodded. He took her hand, noticing that it was shaking a little bit. He felt a little less nervous knowing that she was nervous about this too. He led her out on to the dance floor. Micheal started dancing with Kayla.

Offically the greatest day of my life! Mentally, Micheal was doing the happy dance.

Laido was all seriousness, which was very rare. His blond hair fell to his eyes as he bent his neck slightly, and asked Zeze,

“Zapheta, may I dance with you?”

Zeze raised her eyebrows, her green eyes widening.

“…Eh?”

A moment of silence followed, in which the bard processed this sudden gravity of the situation. She slowly nodded, and put her tan hand on Laido’s shoulder. Laido rested his hands on Zeze’s slender waist, and together, they glided into a slow dance. Their movement blended into one, like two wheels of a cart, maybe – separate, yet coordinated; mutual.

Sakiko smiled as she watched the couple – she expected them to be doing cartwheels and somersaults and whatnot. She rather preferred them this way. It was less aggravating to watch. It was wonderful, seeing everyone dance. Dancing was a feat that Sakiko could never accomplish, one way or another.

First, Sheila giggled at Saber's slip of the tongue, and then as he ran into Shada. This isn't going to bode well for Saber, Feet thought. However, he does reply to the merc's question. "It's the arm in arm thing, isn't it? We're not a couple. She's just making sure I don't leave her at this party all by herself. And you can open your eyes; we're still standing."

Kobas grasped Zelda's hand and her waist and spun away with her, his long black coat swirling behind him. He'd dressed up that night as well, a new top hat on a jaunty angle on his blue hair and a black tie under the collar of a well-ironed dress shirt.

"Just so you know, I don't like you either," Seth said harshly to Mathais. "Why don't you go and talk to them then-"

"-Hush, Seth." Rhyss twisted the Hylian's ear until he winced and stopped talking. "Excuse him. He can't help it-"

"-I was not cowering you sorry basta-"
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"Mr. Kasei?" A plump woman in a very revealing, low-necked dress appeared behind Kasei, tapping him on the shoulder. She winked and held up a crate of her own stock of alcohol. "Your guests want any yet?" Without waiting for Kasei to respond she spotted Seth and dragged him over by his tie. "Hey kid, you wanna help me?"

"No," Seth responded flatly but the female bartender thrust a silver platter into his hands before he could edge away. "You're Telma, right?" He said with a sigh as she loaded the platter with wine glasses.

"Have we met before?"

"No... nevermind, nevermind..." he mumbled as she began pouring a bottle of dark red wine that reminded him of blood. Having nothing better to do at the moment he walked dismally through the room, offering everyone a drink with a glum expression on his face.
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Arrika was torn, not sure whether to follow after Link or Sovelis. She spotted Sakiko thanks to the brilliant color of her dress and sidled over. "See, didn't I tell you everyone would say you look great?"

Sakiko turned her head, scanning over Arrika’s dress. She admitted that the Sheikah looked great, but that was so not the point here. The point…was… the mage pursed her lips, saving the lecture of stealing for later. She only nodded her head curtly, and turned back her gaze at Zeze and Laido. She manuevered her way to the food table, and grabbed a glass of punch. Zeze spotted Sakiko from the corner of her eye, and immediately stopped dancing. Skipping happily over to the mage – with Laido faithfully trailing behind her – the bard clapped Sakiko on the back. The mage bent over, nearly spilling the punch.

“Ugh, what’s your problem?”

Zeze beamed and winked,

“Come on, Saki, go for the beer!”

“I swear, you’re becoming a drunkard.”

The bard laughed,

“Have been for the last seventeen years of my life, and will be for the next…fifty or more.”

Sakiko growled,

“It won’t even reach fifty if you get drunk. I’m gonna beat you alive with my staff if you…”

“Ah, come on, Sakiko, be a sport!”

Laido smiled, and grabbed some beer himself. Together, he and Zeze skipped away once again, leaving Sakiko and her punch alone. The mage walked back towards Arrika. Her voice was flat as she asked in a monotone voice,

“So, how are you doing.”