A Very Official Party

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Division leaders and everyone who signed up
WHAT: The leaders + the viscount are throwing a very fancy party to introduce Inquisition people to Hightown nobles and prove that they aren't demons
WHEN: 29th of Harvestmere (day before Satinalia)
WHERE: Some mansion in hightown
NOTES: OOC post!

The mansion of the hightown noble tasked with hosting the party is tastefully decorated for the event.
There's a few references to the approaching Satinalia here and there, but it is clearly not a costume
party, and none of the nobles are wearing masks. Tomorrow they may done their costumes, but for now,
it's important for the Inquisition for faces to be be seen.

There's plenty of food to be had, either on a table off to a side, or via one of the servants carrying
around trays, filled will little snacks and glasses of wine. Inquisition guests will be forewarned
that while they are not prohibited from drinking--It would, after all, look super sketchy if the
entire Inquisition abstained from drinks--they are under no circumstances to become intoxicated.

The other guests are the nobles, who look like an indecisive mixture of excited, gleeful, and
terrified. There's an air about them as they chatter amongst themselves that they are currently
engaged in something quite thrilling, if dangerous. Talking to the rifters! Possible demons, right
before their eyes! They clump into their own groups for the most part, but as the party starts in
earnest, braver souls will begin to peel off from the others to go inspect the guests and speak to
them. As the party winds on, the groups will slowly begin to disperse and mix with the Inquisition
freely.

Inquisition guests are, naturally, encouraged to approach these groups or individuals directly.

Closer to the end of the night, the division leaders will break off from the rest of the party, and
along with the Viscount, make their way off to a private room to converse on how the affair has gone.

Try to behave while they're gone (and in general) or you might find yourself facing a list of the
worst jobs Petra could concoct the next morning.

Comments

[judgemewhole]

"You know, you could just ask. I am more than likely to be honest with you about your dazzling good looks, Cyril." Came James's wry response.

[samahl]

"I could really stand to hear you say that over and over, I won't even lie."

[judgemewhole]

James gave him a goodnatured roll of the eyes, before leaning over to murmur, "You are absolutely gorgeous, Cyril Ashara. Never doubt it."

[samahl]

Cyril is speechless for a moment. Then he chuckles softly.

"I'm not sure the last name is correct any more, but I'll do my best to follow through."

[judgemewhole]

James looked over at Cyril, his green eyes narrowing a little.

"Listen, as a human I have no right to tell you anything about a Dalish clan -- but as my friend? It's your name. You've earned it a dozen times over."

[samahl]

"Hmm," Cyril hummed thoughtfully. "I'm not sure I agree that it's something to be earned, nor do I agree that it's really my name," he pointed out after a moment. "It's not a badge or honor, it's a sign that I belong somewhere that I'm not sure I do any more."

He puts one finger to his cheek and outlines the bottom of his vallaslin. "These I earned, these I wear with pride even though the meaning that others attribute to it may not apply. I can take my own meaning from them without having to fit into a mold that others were trying to cram me into.

I'm not sure the same can be said for a Clan name."

[judgemewhole]

James listens to all of this carefully, before he nodded his head slowly. "It is like ... well. Rather like becoming a Templar. You can leave the title behind, but you always have the training. You always have the mindset."

He looked thoughtful, his gaze distant. "So you will always be Cyril, no matter what."

[samahl]

"Cyril, yes. Because a mother who, from what I'm told, never fully fit into the Clan either plucked a human name from a human book. Ashara though? I'm not so sure that still applies. I'm not certain it ever fully did."

He didn't seem sad over this though. If anything he just appeared vaguely thoughtful.

[judgemewhole]

"Well that does mean you can pick your own name --- so that isn't anything to sneeze at. You can pick your own destiny." He stated solemnly.

[samahl]

"I think for now I'm going to focus on being Cyril and figuring out what that means," Cyril replied. He smiled at the idea of choosing his own path though. He had to admit it was appealing and it meant everything that James was trying to understand where he was coming from.