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Being a fae creature of winter parties, the Duchess appears to be quite... tuned in to dances, both ballroom and folk. She seemed quite comfortable - gay, even - to match the fiddler's faster steps, gaily swishing her skirt as they swirled and pranced together. "You're an excellent dance partner, friend!"

A nod came from the Wyverian, bone beads from their long ears clicking together. "That's right. I hope I don't seem too bothered or anything. Or am I bothering you? I don't know, I usually don't get into discussions like this. Nobody really asks!" An airy laugh followed. "I guess that's why I ended up here. The winter's too cold and boring, but no matter how freezing the sea gets, that will be my home."

They outstretched their arms. "And hey! It's much easier like that, considering they're pretty big bodies of water. I can go where I like."

he continued to play the guitar not even singing while hapilly dancing by himself

Light shook her head reassuringly. "Oh no, you aren't bothering me at all.... I was just surprised by how similar your words were to what happened to us. We had an issue with... hunting grounds, too. And it involved a nearby village, but they were mountain folks, my husband and I would sometimes trade carved wood sculptures and food with them, until.... well, life happens and all that. I'm not annoying you to speak of these things, am I? I'm just interested in how people live and what similar experiences they have..." She suddenly chuckled, remembering something she had once heard. "Isn't it said that 'still waters run deep'? So it's how you honed your wits, because of your affinity with water?", she said half-jokingly.

"As are you, my lady," the fiddler returned. "I tend to watch others dance more often, but there is a joy in participating!"

In fact, it was even engaging enough to keep him distracted from the wistful conversation going on around watery homes. He supposed it had been awhile since he had simply just... danced like this. A fact that eventually managed to announce itself when a misstep landed him on his bottom (but thankfully not endangering his dear instrument). The fiddler sat awkwardly, stunned for a moment, before he started laughing.

"Maybe less joy when that happens," he chuckled still as he climbed back to his feet and brushed himself off.

Wander walked over to the wall, and curled up.

I guess I should take a small nap... nah, I'll do that at home.

The Wyverian crossed their arms, though they still seemed receptive to the conversation. "That is very similar," they pondered aloud. "Seems we're more alike than in just one way. And, uh, no! Not annoying me at all." Their head shook. "I'm the same way, I guess. You get tired of having to compete with other hunters all the time, you know?"

The question is followed up with a soft 'hah.' "Yeah, seems like it, doesn't it? When I'm around the water, anyway. I would be lying if I said I didn't have a relationship with lightning either. . . but what aren't I lying about, perhaps?" A four-fingered hand raised to their mask as they put a pointer in front of the mask's lips.

The Duchess grinned, but was careful not to laugh, lest it be taken the wrong way. She crouched, holding her hands out to him to help him back to his feet. "At least you didn't pull me down with you! That's the mark of a good lead, making sure they take any impacts themselves and protecting the follower."

The female, dressed in a short blue dress with fingerless gloves and some ripped stockings walked in, her eyes almost sparkled when she looked around “this 8s amazing…!” She said in awe as she did a small twirl and looked around a little more before going and sitting on the stairs with a sweet smile

The fiddler accepted the help, a small chuckle escaping his throat as he nodded to her words. Once again, his grin was audible as he commented, "Though it might have softened the landing had I fallen on your dress. The skirt looks wonderfully pillowy. Ah, but no, can't have you on the floor at your own party! Which, mm, perhaps I should stop hogging the lovely hostess to myself."

Once more, he bowed.

"Dancing with you was a delight, my lady. Despite my sore rear."

Wander got up, and walked over to the newcomer, hello, how are you?

The Duchess shakes her head in amusement, hooking her arm through the Fiddler's elbow to properly escort him off the dance floor. "I am certain the delight was all mine. Perhaps you'll play the next song for the dancers?" Seeing a newcomer come in, she offered Wendy a wide smile. "I'm so glad that you were able to join us, my friend!"

pan finally stopped playing and then went over over to a chair to sit down

Light could only nodd in agreement at Wyverian's words about hunting. "But it's never said for sure, is it? Our lakeside home was abandoned for the longest time when we first settled there. Perhaps the tide will guide us back there someday." at his next words she could not help but laugh. "It's just legit, tricks and wits are like good jokes - they get less effective when the mechanics are explained!"

Rhens sat up from his chair, having fallen asleep for a spell during the party. He looked about and it seemed as though most were dancing. Not really his forte so he remained seated, watching as the festival carried out. "Ah, I fell asleep again." He wandered about the room, avoiding the congregation of those dancing and preferring to remain on the sidelines for the moment.

Having had their fill of fish, Elliot stood back up and stretched, wondering what to do next. Seeing Pan sitting down, a devious grin crossed their face, and they scurried over and leapt onto Pan's lap, gazing up at him with a goofy mischievous grin.

"I'd be happy to."

With the host's attention shifting to others, the fiddler pulled his violin back out and began playing once more. Rather than simple notes to supplement a focus on words as before, this time he showed more of his true skill. The melody would still be some fair work for him, but the cheery music was now replaced by something a little more mellow and relaxed for anyone who cared to dance.

"That they are, friend," the Wyverian replied, a smile reaching their red eyes. "I wouldn't blame you for your desire to return home either. I feel much the same. We just have to keep carrying on, you know?" Then, their eyes flicker. "Ah, this might be where people mention a 'lack of 'manners', maybe. I don't have a name I can put to a face yet, do I?"

The Duchess swayed, enjoying the new, calmer music. Not that she hadn't enjoyed pan's guitar, of course, she just enjoyed this new music in a different way. For now, she stands back a bit, surveying her guests with something like pride and contentment as they seem to be interacting with one another fairly naturally.