[Open] A Proper Party

[thorndergod]

WHO: The brothers Asgard and everyone else.
WHAT: Loki and Thor throw a party for everyone.
WHEN: Right after the quarantine is lifted.
WHERE: The Asgard Estate in Hightown.
NOTES: Loki gonna Loki, probably other things. Directly corresponds to this rookery post.

The new manor has come a far sight from where it had been, cleaned and updated significantly, but the aesthetics are still in keeping with Kirkwall standard...mostly. The exterior features a large iron scrollwork fence with matching gates, currently flung wide open, and a cheerful array of fresh floral decorations. Beyond the gates there are a number of hedges, bare but thick enough that once spring has properly taken over, they will likely be shaped into large living sculptures. There are a few torches scattered among the flora, but they lead toward the front of the manor.

The building's superstructure has not been overtly altered, but there are several exceedingly Tevene touches. The front doors, once made of hardwood, have been wholly replaced by a pair extremely detailed, solid, white marble doors. The fittings are all custom made, snake themed, and plated in gold.

The interior of the building is far more obviously Tevinter styled. The floors are the original wooden, polished to a mirror shine by the staff and bedecked in places by rugs with complex woven designs and thick piles. The foyer is well lit by a series of gold, wall-mounted sconces, and a large chandelier made of serault glass with a distinctly magical light-source in the center.

The staff, all elven in matching black uniforms, are waiting just inside the threshold and are ready to assist anyone who requires it. First and foremost they will offer to take any coats and curtsy with proper depth to anyone who passes by.

There is still some construction going on, deeper in the house, but it is up the grand staircase and beyond the realm of the party. Occasional hammer-falls resound from upstairs but they can only be heard if one is being very quiet.

Comments

[laurenande]

"It is not so different than what I expect, though it seems..." She looks just aside from him as she considers how to explain it. It is troubling, the lack of words, but Quenya provides nothing more accurate. She frowns and moves again to the cases of staves that line the walls of this room. They are channels, that she knows, but it is so odd to see them and not feel power coming from them. How then will she explain? Her hand reaches out and nearly grazes the glass before she pauses.

"It seems less," she says at last and her hand hovers. He would not know it was the one that bore a ring just mere months before. "It is narrower here than my home; in this place where magic is a feat. I struggle still with that word, magic, for it is not something distinct to me. To weave power, your will, into the world is to breathe, to walk, to live.

"It is odd here, yes, but not so strange as you might think," she decides as she withdraws her hand back. "If you wish to see one of the mallorn, there are two that grow in these lands now. One is in Halamshiral, the other was just planted above a grave near this city."