closed.

[heorte]

WHO: ellis and wysteria, with very special guest, fitz
WHAT: hiding from a party
WHEN: cloudreach
WHERE: a secluded estate in ostwick
NOTES: this is literally just hijinks.

The coat closet is of a comfortable size, large enough for several people to retrieve their garments comfortably at the end of a gathering. It is not, however, equipped to house two individuals for a long period of time, which is why Ellis is still leaning against the door frame with one hand resting on the handle. There's no lock, but so far they've been left undisturbed.

In the lull following a long recitation of Wysteria's opinions on balls in general, Ellis venture, "We should try to check on Fitz."

Who is not present in the coat closet, and presumably somewhere out in the main hall. There's no specific danger, other than the menance of small talk and overly familiar nobility. He'd thought Fitz would have been on his heels, and yet—

"You're sure no one's expecting an actual engagement to be brokered here tonight?"

Considering how wrong they'd gotten the rest of the mission, it's probably good to make sure they aren't accidentally bartering Fitz away to their host's third daughter.

Comments

[heirring]

"Please, Mr. Ellis. Surely this cannot be the very first highborn party you've ever attended. If I know anything about how Thedas does these things - and for the record, I do; this must be my fifth or sixth such occasion -, it is that the only ends anyone ever uses a party to achieve are clandestine meetings, illicit affairs, or for putting a knife in someone they don't like. As long as Mr. Fitz is his charming self, the most he will have to worry about is finding himself being taken out onto a balcony and propositioned. —Ah ha!"

This proclamation of success comes from where, between a curtain of fur lined cloaks and velvet capes, Wysteria withdraws her hand from the pocket of an expensively embroidered (and extremely nonfuctional) riding coat.

"I told you these people always forget something in their pockets. This one has peppermint candies. Catch."

She tosses a paper wrapped mint underhand toward him before beginning to extricate herself and her frankly absurdly voluminous skirts from the row of coats. There isn't much room to spare, but her coiffure can only tolerate so much rustling around between spare articles of clothing.