A light wave of snowflakes descended to the ground of North Castle for the third day in a row - not a harsh blizzard, but more akin to snow's versions of a soft drizzle. It served as a wondrous reminder of the Yuletide season that was at last upon the blessed kingdom once more, covering the sidewalks and grassy parks with a layer of white for adults to admire and children to play in. More than one snow fort was left abandoned as the kids returned home for supper, what with the sun dipping below the horizon, leaving only a few rosy rays scattering across the sky in compliment to the falling white.

Yet one aspect of the holiday season always stood out among the citizenry of Hyrule, towering above all the rest: the annual Yuletide Ball, hosted in the North Castle's magnificent ballrooms (yes, plural) and attended by only the highest echelon of the noble class. The most wealthy of men, the most beautiful of women, the most powerful of the land -- they alone received the invitations to the largest celebration of the year. Some people attended the King's court every day for an entire year in the hopes of attaining such an invitation, for to do so was a sign of true favor in His Majesty's eyes. It was said that those who received such blessings gained the same amount of favor in the eyes of Nayru herself, and for the following year would never be without success and prosperity. Whether this was truly a blessing of the goddess or a regular outcome of having such status was never questioned -- the legend had held true for the hundred and forty-seven years since the first Yuletide Ball, and with that sort of track record you had to assume that the goddesses were playing some part in its attendees' success.

Even so, the air of the city was decidedly different this year, for it was said that a special group of individuals had been sent invitations.

"They are rarely seen anymore," the princess was rumored to have said to the messengers she had sent out, "yet how often have our citizens and soldiers been saved or aided by them? A small honor such as this is the least we can give them in thanks."

And so the call had been sent across the kingdom, from the furthest peaks of Parapa Desert to the most dangerous reaches of the Death Mountain Pass, spreading the word that the Adventurers -- each of them heroes and saviors in their own right -- were invited to this most auspicious of gatherings. It would be the first time in decades that any outside of the nobility was permitted to join the Royal Family in their celebrations. And while Princess Zelda and King Harkinian II could only hope and pray for their summons to be answered, they could rest assured that the spreading rumors had had at least some favorable impact upon the city.

For unlike past years, the castle was not the sole focus of celebration that night. Hundreds of people, from all corners of the kingdom of Hyrule (and some even from beyond those borders) had come to North Castle with the hope of seeing the renowned Adventurers gather once more. Businessmen and entertainers had jumped on the surge with excitement -- circuses and booths, hotels and restaurants, taverns and even the slums had all risen to the occasion, until the capital of Hyrule was not so much a city as it was a festival spanning the entire length of the island of North Lake. There was no shortage of excitement and celebration in the air, so much so that many had even forgotten about the Adventurers, caught up in the thrills as they were.

But though it may have had competition this year, that was not to say that the North Castle did not remain the center of attention. Blazing torches led from the North Castle bridge down the town's central street, through the Town Square, to the outer gateway of the castle grounds. The guiding flames continued through the castle gardens and right up to the West Entrance of the castle, from which a short hall led directly into the Golden Ballroom of Nayru. It was a masterpiece of construction and artwork, its walls littered with gold and jewels and azure-colored decorations in celebration of the Goddess of Wisdom, and even at the early hour, the herald's voice was already growing tired from the number of announcements he had made thus far. Still, it was only the beginning, for Nayru's Ballroom could hold ten times as many...and that was not counting the connected Golden Ballrooms of Din and of Farore, each of which could -- and would, before the night was done -- house just as large a host of attendees. The cooks swarmed the tables, musicians filled the room with their lustrous melodies, and King Harkinian II spoke with each attendee personally, ensuring that no one was left without his words of kindness and gratitude for their part in keeping Hyrule strong and stable.

Truly, this was a time for celebration and joy.


OOC:
So, here's the deal: do whatever you want. Seriously! Have your character enter the ballroom right away, show them entering the town and its festivities, have them enjoying said festivities instead of going to the ball... Feel free to throw in whatever festival ideas you want, or any NPCs, or...really, whatever you guys want. Just have fun RPing.

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The sound of the snow beneath her feet was a foreign one to Lilly's ears. The last time she'd seen snow, she was still a tiny fairy. She closed her eyes and thought back to that day; the one where her inner power was released...

Visions of Taint's dead body lying before her... Looking around, and seeing the warriors around her fighting a losing battle against a force larger than theirs. She remembered how useless she felt, unable to heal the Zora she'd come to love so dearly. Her outpouring emotions caused her metamorphosis into a Great Fairy. In a brilliant flash of light, she had restored her dearest friend to life, and had revitalized everyone around her.

The visions of the dead Zora caused her to squeeze her husband's arm tighter. Taint smiled, and tightened his grip as well. The two were happy as could be, snow falling gently around them.

"Taint, how do I look?" Lilly asked as she let go of his arm to fiddle with her hair.

"Like a million rupees!" He replied in his usual upbeat tone. He saluted her as he said this, the invitation letter still clutched firmly in his hand. She smiled coyly, and giggled before once again clutching him tightly. They were soon passing over the drawbridge, and into town. People buzzed about the town in a festive manner, kids running around here and there. There seemed to be a snowball fight taking place in the courtyard. As the two passed, a snowball caught the Zora in the side of the head. It hit with such force that he hit the ground. A group of adults burst out laughing not far away. He stood back up as quickly as he'd fallen, and he was making his, "you ough' not to have done that" face. Lilly laughed at the snow covered Zora as he spotted his attacker.

A little fat Hylian kid in a poof-ball hat mocked him from several yards away. Taint picked up Lilly's laughter, and shot her a glare, his face still speckled with snow. She covered her mouth, still laughing, "Oh c'mon hon, you have to admit the kid's got quite an arm." At that exact moment, another snowball caught him in the jaw, and sent him back to the ground. Lilly fell over this time, holding her sides in a fit of laughter. Taint scrambled to his feet, and took off after the kid. Lilly sat up to see the chubby child moving surprisingly fast. She smiled, and cupped her hands around her mouth, "Better not let him catch ya!" She got up, and hurried after to two, a crowd of people still laughing from the spectacle.

"Just remember, keep your head down, and let me do all the talking."

"Okay, fine..."

"Hey, come on, cheer up. That doesn't mean you can't have fun. Just don't draw any attention. They're here because I was invited. You'll get to be an adventurer one day. Just keep the mask on, and pretend it's part of your costume."

"If you say so..."

* * *

The snow's falling shrouded much of the details of the great castle, but the eyes of Nogare could never mistake those great spires and vigilant white wall which fortified North Castle. The gates were wide open, welcoming, like open arms; a place of life and warmth away from the howling of the frosty wind. Cloaks and hoods were all well and good, and Belegcam served as a useful walking stick through the tall snow. It felt good to be back... amazing, actually. His home. Well, sort of...

He slouched through the streets alongside his companion, who bore both of their packs, and bowed his head to conceal under the cowl of his hood a wooden mask. His cloak was blue rather than gray, but if they didn't appear as strangers, they'd have an easier time reaching the party unnoticed.

Nogare showed the paper to the man at the entrance of Nayru's Ballroom upon arriving there. When the guard indicated to the masked boy, the Blade stepped to his side to whisper in his ear; "I'll find you in the Ornery Cucco Tavern, alright? And have a good time. Remember, it's Christmas around here. As I said, try to have some fun."

Turning from his friend, and letting him find his own way, the Blade walked into the ballroom. He gave his cloak and weapon to a man at the door, unveiling a silk suit of blue and red, complete with round buttons for the dark-blue coat, and a single leather shoulder guard on his right side. His hair was combed, and he gave off the overall air of nobility, which was mostly true, even though the Blades themselves had been all over Hyrule themselves either keeping evil at bay or dying in the attempt to do so. But Nogare knew that such a gathering, along with getting a much needed break, would deliver more contracts that would be more immediate for the people losing hope.

He took a moment to take in the sights. Decorations, people swelling with excitement and joy for the day they all anticipated every year, a day where selflessness was inspired rather than forced, and beauty was found through happiness, not of ignorance to the outside world he had faced every day for the last two years, but out of courage, compassion that shined through the darkness. It felt like nothing could darken even this great place.

There was no rush. He'd been off killing beasts and living off hunted beasts and cold sleeps. He wanted to take this all in. He found himself a seat near the stage, and listened to the singing and rhythms of the bards performing there. No adventurers were there among them that he recognized, but it didn't dishearten hm. The chirps of the flute, the rat-tat of the drums, choirs expressing wordless rejoicing and mirth, with various ancient hylian phrases working their way into the mix for some archaic flavour. He had braced himself for an assassin or spy who would take the opportunity to stalk the halls, but he had confidence in the stability of the room - and by the goddesses he needed it.

He saw a waitress walking by with glasses of Chateau Romani hurrying past him, so he was quick to grab one for himself and take a sip of the beverage for himself. It was strong, cold, and refreshing. As crisp as the outside cold, but as soothing as the indoors, whose life seemed to amount to its own hearth.

He looked up to a painting over the gathered symphony, and saw a picture he had seen so many times before when he was still a commonly known Adventurer; a gathering of loyal vassals gathered together, and among them three Blades; Greatblade, Grimblade, and his father, Grayblade. It always gave him a sort of reflection to look upon, an image to compare himself to. He raised his glass to the picturing, whispering Asha kan - Merry Season - quietly. Perhaps one of the musicians took this as a personal compliment, because he seemed to catch a smile from the man's lips.

He sighed and laid back comfortably in his seat, taking it all in. This is why I fight.

Just outside the Ballroom door, a slight tinge of energy clung to the air. Like static before a thunderstorm, causing the hair of the doorman to stand a bit on end. Before he could think anything of it beyond a who or what, A blinding flash of lightning struck the ground far enough away as not to hit anyone with a wayward spark of power. With the roar of a thunderclap, a man dressed in a red cloak step from the slightly singed pavement. The snow had been thrown airborne by the force of his entrance, swirling madly like a snow globe that had just been shaken.

The doorman jumped, startled and deafened by the sudden and blinding entrance of the cloaked stranger. He brushed the burst of snow from his face, cheeks puffing up at the newcomer and clearing his throat in authority. "Ah-hmm! You're not allowed here sir, without an invitation! This Ballroom is only for guests of the king and the princess!" He glared at the young looking man as he leaned on a gnarled staff, a grin that was none to pleasant being aimed at the one in charge of admitting guests.

"Well then, you should take my staff. And my cloak. I was received my invitation a few days ago and, if you don't mind... Its a little chilly out here." The cloaked man produced an invitation and literally stuffed it up the doorman's... nose. "My name should be on the guest list. Sovelis Magelion Li'ano Liadon. The Tempest." The grin widened as Sovelis saw the doorman's expression grow from smug satisfaction to fear. "Now, if you don't mind?"

The mage held out his hooded cloak and staff as he passed into the doorway, shaking snow from the bright red fabric, his one piece of clothing that he had always worn everywhere, that identified him. "And do take care of that. Its worth more than you'll ever earn in a lifetime." Sovelis strolled in calmly, sword still strapped to his belt. There was no need for it, it was there for more status than anything. A swordsman always carried his blade, and a large party like this could turn sour. They always seemed to. Instead of his usual dusty and plain black robes, He had worn a deep green set of robes trimmed in blue and red. A little more festive than what was his norm, but then again, it was a party being thrown by the king. Of Hyrule.

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OOC: I don't really remember what my character was like, other than what I gathered from reading a few of the posts in the dungeon... anywho! Alpha, you're a champ for organizing this.
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IC:

The host of the minigame booth set three balls down on the counter.
"Good luck, sir," he said with a jaunty wink, and then strolled to the side of the playing area, crossing his arms breezily. Arco looked down at the balls, then at the jugs to be knocked over. Then back down at the fist-sized balls.

As Arco seemed to deliberate, the minigame host chewed his tobacco, watching his customer. He couldn't help but think that the man was very... grey-looking. Grey clothes, greyish skin, a greyed-out look about him.

A crash. The minigame host spun towards the bottles, seeing that one had been shattered, and the others lolled around on the ground nearby. A throwing knife jutted out of the table where they'd stood.

"Hey, that's cheating," said the manager, eyes wild, "You're breakin' me game, and you definitely don't get a..." He trailed off, seeing as the grey-clad Bard had already moved stiffly away from the booth, apparently quite oblivious to the minigame-man's upset.

Those who saw Arco that day might have, if they looked closely, recalled that his grey eyes looked a bit dazed. That his skin was oddly wrinkled for someone who looked otherwise shy of his thirties. That he had an odd sort of instrument on his back.

Those who had watched really, really closely might have reported, perhaps sheepishly, a calming drone-song in his wake, strings and strange twanging.

"Oooh! Oooh!! Please! Don't take such heavy steps!" Whined the snowball assailant.

Taint walked a few short steps behind Lilly as they neared the center of the festivities, the fat kid from earlier slung over his shoulder. He was carrying the boy by the back of his underwear, which were stretched over the Zora's shoulder. The elastic had stretched to impressive lengths by now, and the boy had visibly given up the struggle; he hung there with a pained look on his face. As they walked through the crowd, some of the public laughed at the boy, while others glared at the amphibious swordsman. He tried to see ahead to where the crowd was headed as he walked with the masses of people towards the castle doors.

Taint looked over the invitation with his free hand, and smiled as he strolled along. It meant a lot to him that he was recognized by the Royal Family for his good deeds. He knew word was spreading about his merry gang of sea-faring heroes, but he didn't quite have a grasp of how famous they were becoming yet. He was greeted by the doorman, and after his invitation was checked, the two were both permitted to pass.

"Oh boy, a party!" Cried out the fat kid that Taint was still carrying.

The Zora dropped him before passing through the giant doors. He could be heard whining as the two entered the building. Lilly could only smile at the Zora. He looked absolutely radiant in his captain's outfit, which he chose to wear to the occasion. It looked awfully flashy on him, and while it wasn't quite his style, Lilly wouldn't have him looking like a homeless person at such an occasion. His overcoat was a crimson color with a golden trim that ran around the collar and edges. Underneath he wore a warm silk outfit with pirate-like frills around his neck. It certainly distinguished him as the great captain of The Overwatch; a band of seafaring heroes that sailed around looking for treasure to plunder, and evil to smite.

A crowd of people recognized the Zora, and formed around him. Masses of people crowded the two, shoving pieces of paper and pens at the two.

"Captain Crowjack!!"
"What an honor!"
"Lady Lilly, you're as beautiful as they say!"
"Autograph please? My son loves you!"
"Madam Lilly!!"
"Captain!! Is the whole crew here?!"

Lilly shook her head, "Sorry, we don't do autogr-" she stopped mid-sentence as she saw Taint signing everything they threw at him. She sighed, and hung her head as she grabbed a couple of items and jotted down her signature. After about five minutes, a guard walked up and starting shooing the people away. "Alright, alright, that's enough for now. We want them to enjoy themselves right?"

The people complained as they dispersed. Lilly and Taint exchanged loving glances as they took each others' hands and moved further into the gathering.

Lilly leaned over to her partner, and said, "You've become quite famous Captain." She punctuated the remark with a quick kiss on his cheek. He turned red, and rubbed his neck. He was really too humble for all of this. He looked around the room for a familiar face, but nobody leaped out at him as familiar enough. He recognized Nogare from a very long time ago, but he didn't feel like they were close enough to start a conversation with.

I wonder if anyone is here that sailed to Gossip Isle with me... I'd love to reconnect with some of them. He glanced around for anyone at all.

On the last night of autumn, Seth left Ruto Town for the first time in a year, and passed into the Tantari.

The desert was devilishly hot by day and deceptively freezing by night. Not that this bothered Seth in the slightest; he had been through far worse.

Netta, on the other hand...

"Would you quit your whining?" he snarled back at the young woman lagging behind him.

"Can't we take a break-?"

"For the last time, no. You didn't have to come. I told you to stay at home!"

"And be away from you?" She caught up to him, clutching her shimmering purple cloak, the gauzy material unsuitable for the low temperatures. Her chest heaved in exhaustion.

He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. "Come on," he said gruffly, grabbing her arm.

They had gone less than five paces when the green-haired thief froze.

"Seth-"

"Shh!"

He cocked his head, held his breath.

"What's wrong-"

"I said shut up-"

There it was again, and no mistaking it this time.

They were being followed.

He cursed. "I knew this was a bad idea." He looked around swiftly, but the dunes of the desert were nearly amorphous in the dark, and they were so far the lamps of any town that even his heightened vision was of no help.

Somewhere to his left, the sands shifted.

Footsteps.

Wordlessly, he took Netta's arm again, tugging her away resolutely.

"Could be anything," he muttered to himself. "Could be a drunk Gerudo going home for the night. Or a Bulblin- no, they're not the stealthy type. Could be the wind. Damn this Sightlessness." And damn Netta, though for once he did not say it out loud. Netta was a Seer as well, and as Seth discovered for good or for worse upon meeting her two years ago, being in the vicinity of another psychic made him Blind. It made for more peaceful nights without nightmares, without terrible alternate universes and all of their wars and apocalypses. But in situations like this, it made him feel extremely vulnerable.

Whoever was tracking them was very skilled. An assassin? Had Rhyss decided to take him back for good and sent someone after him? Or had they given away their identities to someone in Ruto, and that person knew the value of having not one, but two psychics under their command?

A step for every one they took.

He was soundless; Netta was light but plodding through the heavy sands. Whoever was following them was as quiet as a mouse softly pattering across a hardwood floor.

Seth's grip tightened. He had allowed his mind to race and now he was imagining a knife at his throat, a garrote crushing his windpipe. He quickened his pace, ignoring Netta's pleas. Two steps for every one of theirs now, then three, then more, and then Seth was running for dear life and cursing Netta for making him Blind and rendering him helpless, for being a dead weight on his arm.

In his panic, he thought first of dropping her. He was small for his age, light on his feet, and maybe whoever was pursuing them would take her as bait and give him some time-

"YOOHOOOO!"

Seth shrieked. He tried to bolt away, but his agility was dampered by the sands, and instead stumbled into Netta, sending them both onto the ground.

"Sir? Excuse me?"

Seth wrestled out of Netta's billowing cloak and scrambled away.

"Sir?"

He screamed.

The assassin was right beside him now. It was a full-grown man much taller than him, looming over him with a deadly-looking weapon strapped across his chest.

"Are you Seth Crowley?" the man said as he approached him, sand crunching beneath his feet.

"How do you know my name?" Seth demanded. He drew his knife. The assassin had proved to be much faster than him, so there was no outrunning this. He'd have to play it smart, think quick, go for his throat-

Wait.

The man drew nearer, and Seth saw that he was dressed in red.

That wasn't an assassin.

"...isn't he a mailman?" Netta said.

"I am, Miss!" The mailman replied, tipping his hat at her and readjusting his heavy bag.

Seth groaned and flopped back on the sand. "You've got to be kidding me. What do you want?"

"I've got a letter for you from the King and Princess Zelda. You've been formally invited to join the Yuletide Ball! Congratulations!"

Seth sighed and swiped the envelope from his hands.

"And while I've got you here, would you mind delivering this to a Miss Arrika?"

***

The next morning, Seth arrived on Arrika's doorstep.

She opened the door slowly, and didn't bother hiding the smile that lit across her face.

He held out her invitation.

"Sorry I'm late. Happy birthday."

***

"Quit your fussing," Seth grumbled as he swatted Netta's hands away from his messy hair.

"Don't you want to look presentable?"

"I don't need to impress anyone," Seth replied.

"Haven't been here in a while," Arrika said, gazing up at the castle with its many banners and turrets.

"Me neither," Seth said, for he and Netta had been hiding away to the north for what felt like an eternity. "Funny, I think this might be the first time we're attending a party legally."

"And the first time we're wearing clothes that have actually been paid for," she said, raising an eyebrow at his tuxedo and her own tiered crimson dress, the brilliant shade identical to that of her Sheikah eyes.

A group of women in high bouffants and hooped silk dresses passed them, their fans fluttering and their voices high and tittering. Seth stuck out his tongue, and mimicking them, waved his embossed invitation coquettishly at himself.

"Invitation?" intoned the guard by the door. He hummed to himself as he looked them over, then glanced at Netta. "Is this... your wife?"

Netta beamed.

Seth choked.

"Soon to be," Arrika cut in smoothly, and they were waved through.

"Oh," Netta said, eyes round with wonder at the grandness of the ballroom, the Yuletide decorations, and the people that swayed and glittered on the dance floor. "Do I look alright?" she asked, looking down worriedly at her gauzy turquoise gown.

"I want some wine," Seth said shortly, taking Arrika's hand and leading her away.

"Why are you so mean to her?" Arrika asked with concern. "She seems nice."

"What a shame, these people usually don't carry wallets at a time like this," Seth said absentmindedly.

"Seth!"

"What?"

"What happened? What in the world did she do to make you hate her?"

Seth's jaw tightened. "It's a long story."

"And I haven't seen you for a year. If there was ever a time to share, it's now."

He took a deep breath. "...do you remember the night in the sewers under the Town Square? With Dogura? After that, I-" He blinked owlishly. "Oh."

"What is it? Do you See something?"

"Of course not, not with her hanging around," Seth snapped, referring to Netta. "But I do still have eyes. And I'm not imagining this: Sovelis is here."

"...Sovelis?"

Arrika whipped around, and sure enough, the Tempest was only a few paces away.

"It doesn't matter," he said resolutely.

"Of course not." She snatched a glass of wine from a passing waiter with a silver platter and downed it in one gulp.

"If he's been invited, and so were we... I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the crew from Gossip Isle are here too," Seth pointed out.

"Even Alpha?"

"Most definitely."

She bit her lip to keep from smiling.

"Do you think you're ready?" Seth asked.

"I've been away for two years due to self-inflicted isolation. I wouldn't have come down if I didn't think I could handle it." And to prove her point, she whipped off Kobas' wolf ring from her fourth finger, dangling it jauntily on her pinky.

Pain. Suffering. His suffering. Without much to do, Zach feels little to no emotion this season. His heart was wounded. Without her help...

"Does this dress seem off for the season, Zach?" Luu snapped Zach out of his thoughts. He looked over to see his ally, his partner in a black dress with one leg showing from the left side and high-heeled leather boots to match the dress, her white stockings breaking the black outlook. Zach smiled. "As lovely as always. And the rune on the sword?" Luu turned around and on her left shoulder was a simple cross. "Looks good. so far." Luu turned around and smiled. "So. Shall we?" she asked as she put on her coat. Zach was already at the door in their room, and soon, the two were headed towards the Castle, the snow falling all around them.

Just for these next few weeks... Zach thought, I should try to relax.

OOC: ........WEIEN!?!?!?!?!

HOLY--!

IC:
He stood before the North Castle for the first time in a long time, many days or weeks or months -- years, it sometimes felt like, but regardless -- a lot of time spent living in the wild, or hiding anonymously in hostels or inns throughout the land of Hyrule. It was so easy to become content with that kind of lifestyle; all it required was a simple illusion spell to mask his scar, and he could pass without drawing too much notice. Crimson eyes, pale skin, and his perpetual preference for black outfits sometimes still roused suspicions, but without that scar few people had identified him in a good long time.

'And now I'm walking back into the realm of recognition.' The Sheikah mage shook his head in disgust, more at himself than anything else. 'I must be going insane.'

Well, at least he had changed his outfit a little bit... Though that would probably do little good...

He glanced up again, immediately assuaging his guilt by placing all blame firmly on his companion, who had turned back before she had gotten far enough away that he could attempt an escape. "Come on, Alpha! We're going to be late!"

With a sigh, Alpha gave up his last reservations of worry and stepped through the West Entrance, waving away an attendant's attempt to take his cape. Shada stopped to give up her own cloak, but the action was complete long before he could disappear into the ballroom crowd. Even if he had gotten through the hall, however, he would not have escaped -- the moment he entered the Golden Ballroom of Nayru, even he had to stop and admire it in awe.

"Announcing: Sir Alpha and Lady Shada, of the Adventurers!" The herald called out their names before Alpha saw him standing there by the entrance...and, therefore, before he could threaten to kill the man if he announced them. 'Dark World...'

With no further warning the pair found themselves surrounded by a throng of nobles, each of them struggling to clamor the loudest and thereby win the attention of the pair. It was the kind of situation that had led Alpha to take up residence in a secluded cave in the Midoro Swamp for...however long it had been since he'd left civilization behind, and this did little to convince him that that had been the wrong course of action. Until Shada had somehow tracked him down to deliver his invitation to the ball, he hadn't expected to come back at all. Ever.

One thing she'd said, though, had caught his attention and convinced him to come here... Though before he could truly pursue that course, he had to ditch the witch who seemed to enthralled by the publicity. He glanced around the area, eyes quickly falling on the one thing that he needed in order to escape her.

With a quick motion the Sheikah reached through the crowd and grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waitress. "Here," he muttered, handing it over to Shada. She was cut off mid-greeting, surprise at his present showing for a moment before she managed to mask it with a look of sincere thanks. For a few seconds the drink just sat in her fingers, but soon enough she lifted it to her lips and took a sip -- which was quickly followed by her downing the wine completely as the taste caught her interest.

Alpha smiled and took a step to the side. For the first time since she'd found him in his cave, she made no move to follow him -- in fact, she seemed completely unaware of him entirely. Excellent; she hadn't managed to do anything about her severe weakness to alcohol while he'd been away.

It was fortunate that Shada had chosen such a gorgeous dress -- a dark purple ballgown, almost black, with a single strap around the neck that showed much of her bust and the entirety of her back. She was quickly becoming the center of attention for the males, and the women gathered around all seemed to shy away from Alpha as they caught sight of the scar that ran along his cheek and forehead. He could have laughed if he wasn't trying to get away unnoticed. 'My distinguishing feature identifies me with ease, and then drives all my fans into silence. Thank the goddesses for small favors.'

He moved through the crowd with practiced ease, managing to escape the crowd that had gathered about the pair without eliciting any more attention -- Shada consumed their focus, and he was happy to leave her alone with it.

At last free, the Sheikah cast his gaze around the room, studying the faces of all present. Many seemed familiar to him, though not because he actually knew any of them. They were simply famous men and women whom he had heard of and/or studied at some point during his life -- be that during his time as one of Ganon's Assassins, or when he'd at last returned to Hyrule years later. But for a long time, he did not see those he can come in search of.

"They're inviting all of the Adventurers! Who knows who we might see there?"

For the first time since Shada had somehow found his cavernous home, Alpha actually started listening to her.

And then, there one was. Even Alpha had to smile a little bit as he walked over to the tables near where the musicians were playing, then drew out a seat and settled into it. "Nogare Blade... It certainly has been a while, hasn't it?"

OoC: Well, looks like the party is getting started!

Sovelis stayed on the edge of the ballroom, doing better than he usually would to avoid notice even with his sword still tucked under his belt, and not acting like he recognized anyone. Then again, He wasn't wearing anything too fancy which he was glad for once. Maybe if he hadn't left his cloak at the door someone would pick him out easier, but that would mean talking... and explaining where he had been. Sovelis felt that truth should be left secret. For now.

The Tempest worked his way through some of the nobles, ignoring the glances at the sheath that his blade rested in. He stopped near a nearly vacant fireplace, stealing the largest chair for himself before slipping his sword out and resting it against the arm. "So... what will I actually say though? Its been years... I hate parties." Sovelis pulled his pipe from the folds of his sleeve, fishing around some more for the pouch he kept his tobac in. After packing it gently and noticing a hairline crack in the bone bowl, he lit it with a small spark from his hand, using more energy than needed to see if anyone noticed it. It was a fragrant smoke, smelling of vanilla and rum, the curled wisps floating upwards lazily. If anyone wanted to talk, they could come over and see him. The journey back to Hyrule had been weary, even for Sovelis.

"Announcing: Sir Alpha and Lady Shada, of the Adventurers!"

Seth snorted in amusement as Arrika's eyes darted towards the herald and the pair entering the room.

"It's her again," Arrika said dismissively when she recognized Shada. "Wasn't she at that Christmas party? Don't remember her name, though..."

Seth nudged her. "You gonna talk to him?" he nodded towards Alpha.

"I..." She took a step forward. Hesitated. And then Alpha had recognized someone in the crowd and it was too late.

"Well?"

"He's busy!"

"He's always going to be busy. He's famous."

She bit her lip.

"Go on."

"Maybe later," she said hastily. She'd kill time and wait for an opening. "...dance with me?"

"Dance?" Seth looked appalled. "I don't dance." He spotted Netta approaching him, however, and changed his mind.

Arrika put her hand on his shoulder, and he placed his lightly on her waist. They swayed together, doing their best to imitate those around them. Seth concentrated on not stepping on his own toes.

"Why haven't you fallen over yet?" he demanded.

"I lived in the Tantari for two years. I went to the Gerudo's festivals every now and then and learned a few things. Admittedly, the music is a lot less stuffy," she replied, nodding towards the miniature string orchestra in the corner.

Eventually, Seth found the beat, and after an encouraging smile from Arrika, gracefully led her into a spin.

"You've gotten taller," she said quietly, for now they were about the same height.

"You've gotten thicker."

"It's muscle!"

"And your hair. You haven't cut it."

It was tied up in a bun now, a jeweled pin holding the delicate creation together.

"Since when did you care what I looked like?"

"It's just..." He shrugged. "Things are different now. You look older. You sound older."

"Not too much older, I hope."

"No, it's... it's good," he said stiltedly. "You look good."

He yanked her into another spin, then another, the layers of her dress like petals flaring in bloom.

"People are looking at you," he said softly, drawing her close. "They're wondering who you are and why you're letting such a ruffian toss you about when you could easily be on their arm."

"Don't be silly," she said, but Seth was right- there were more than a few pairs of eyes trained on her. Not the pair she wanted, however.

"No gloves either," he said quietly, running his thumb across the x-shaped scar on the back of her palm. "You've become brave."

"...Seth?"

And the younger thief was pulling her in, golden eyes holding hers. He caressed her face softly, closed his eyes and tilted his head, leaned in and-

"Seth!" Arrika slapped her hand over his mouth. "What in the world are you doing?"

Seth sighed, and the cynical, sharp-tongued rogue was back. "Netta was watching. Sorry, couldn't help it."

"Do you want her to leave?"

"Just for a bit, yeah. She can't take a hint. Thought I'd make it a little more obvious."

"So all that crap about me looking good? You were just using me?"

"Well... yeah."

Arrika was only offended for a moment, having become quite used to his antics. "Good luck."

"Wait!"

But she waved him off, leaving him to the mercy of Netta, having decided that it was apt payback.

She took the long way around the crowd, coming up to the Tempest's blind spot. He had settled in his own corner, and the smoke from his pipe was a familiar smell. "Hey," she said softly, sidling up to him. "Fancy a dance?"

"I don't dance. Always had three left feet." Sovelis' gaze was distantly fixed in the fire, a thin bit of smoke escaping between his lips. "It's been a long time, Arrika. I'm glad to see that you're doing well..." He looked at her, only his eyes moving away from the fire. It cast a shadow on his face that lasted for a flicker, making him look much older than he looked outwardly. Making him look the old man he truly was inside. "You know I've never been the social one. Don't you have a few nobles' pockets to try and dig through?" the mage grinned, the age disappearing behind his youthful smile. "You look good in that dress." He looked her over slowly, biting the stem of the pipe softly.

"You've grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you. Not surprising... it's been a long time." He put his left hand on her arm softly. It was real, not metal. Paler than the rest of him, but flesh and blood none the less. "Why don't you just sit here and keep an old man company? I haven't had any for a long time..."

"I'd prefer to not get kicked out from the first royal event I've actually been invited to," Arrika said cheekily. "But I do admit it's quite tempting."

"You look good in that dress." He looked her over slowly, biting the stem of the pipe softly.

"Not so skin-and-bones anymore," she replied with a wink. "But you... You look... the same." Of course he did, immortal that he was. That she could never be. And she let her vibrancy fall for a moment, fiddled with the old ring on her finger.

How to tell him? How to explain all that had happened in just four years?

Was "I'm sorry" the right thing to say? But she had done nothing wrong, and to think so was merely the byproduct of confusion and misplaced guilt. He had left, he had disappeared and abandoned them in that lonely labyrinth of a mansion. He had dangled safety and security before hers and Seth's eyes and snatched it away.

How had they gotten here?

She realized, then, that Sovelis did not know her anymore. And she, perhaps, had never known him.

She was not angry; that was the old Arrika, who giggled and flitted through fields. The impulsive girl who had spent every waking moment searching for the one person who represented the greatest poison.

"Kobas is dead," she blurted out. "I killed him."

She wanted to explain why, but in the midst of the party, where there was wine and laughter and bright lights and smiles... It did not seem right. The very thought of explaining that terrible night- the sound of his ribs cracking, the slimy heat of his heart beating furiously in her hand, the smell of his flesh burning and sizzling under her blue flames...

It tired her.

The details did not matter; the deed was done and she was as free as one could hope. And she had only succeeded because of Seth and Sakiko.

Sakiko...

Surely she had been invited. Would she come?

"Where have you been?" Arrika asked before her hesitation could bite the question back, placing her hand over his.

"Why can't I go to the party??" Drom whined, not for the first time that night.
Leth sighed.
"I've told you, you weren't invited."
"But you don't even want to go!"
"This is the annual Yuletide Ball. I'd be excommunicated from society if I turned this down. Besides, it's not really much of a party; it's pretty much just politics and brown nosing and making friends in high places. Not very exciting, and certainly nothing you'd be interested in." Leth retorted as he adjusted his cloak for the fifth time that night.
"But how do you know that if you've never been?" Drom accused, pointing his finger in Leth's face.
Leth swatted his hand aside and glared at him.
"Because it's nobility. It's what they do. Social gatherings are the dullest thing to happen since knitting, and for the entirety of my adulthood until this point, I've had the great privilege of not having to attend a single one." He turned and looked at the mirror, taking a final assessment of his appearance.
"If you don't care so much, why do you care what you look like?"
"Because... because it's proper!" Leth said, visibly frustrated. "And you'd have to dress up too, if you were coming."
"I think you're just trying to impress the ladies." Drom teased. Leth closed his eyes and sighed.
"Alright. I believe we've hit the end of this conversation. I'm leaving, you're not coming, and that's that."
"But-"
"No." The finality in Leth's tone shut down anything Drommlin was about to say.
"Fine..." Drom begrudgingly said, shoulders slumped.
"I'll be back at some indefinite point in the late night." Leth said over his shoulder as he walked out the door.
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Leth paused for a moment in front of the ballroom door. Well... might as well get this over with. He thought to himself as he gritted his teeth and took those first few brave steps into the room.
"Now announcing... Sir Lethaniel of the South Ranger Brigade!" The herald proclaimed for all to hear. Leth gave a small smile and a tiny wave, then disappeared as quickly as possible into a corner of the room, hoping no one would bother him.

Sovelis put both hands over Arrika's, looking down at the floor. "I had to leave. Every man has his demons, mine was literal. I found a loophole that let me kill mine. I found another version of myself. He was.. hollow. Incomplete. Missing a part of himself. So, I made myself hollow as well, took out apart of myself, and in essence died. That killed Sovel's soul, but his power would had gone wild. So, I put it in this other me I found. then I put myself back together. And took my other's arm too." He clenched his left hand slightly. "Unfortunatly, it made that other version of myself into a demon, but he's learned to contain it. Two birds with one stone. I got an arm, he got ultimate dark power, and grew his arm back again. Surprising how well a half demon can regenerate."

The Tempest pulled the Thief into the chair with him, onto his lap. "And yes... I abandoned you... without a word. But that was because what I had to do was dangerous. I actually died in a sense. You would had been killed and nothing could had brought you back. I had to fight to get to my other self. He's apart of an organization of assassins and warriors. I actually had my own head cut off!" Sovelis pulled his collar down a bit, showing a thin line across his neck. "Two-Dimensional blades hurt. Allot."

"I also thought it best that you grow on your own. Without me to be a crutch. I shouldn't have left, I know. But We both know it would had ended with me killing him. And you living with everything unresolved. With Kobas dead by your hand, you ended all that doubt, didn't you?"