Volantene Masquerade

Jaes is one of the first there as he helped overlook the slaves setting up the decorations. His clothes are a dark blue silk embroidered tastefully with silver swirl designs. He has a matching silver scarf wrapped around his neck that rises to his chin, his mask is a lighter blue and darker silver that swirls around each other, a mask that his family had acquired and cleaned up from one of their adventures, and what he thought represented the moon or ocean.

Rhaena came dressed from head to toe is a light blue, so light it appeared white. The dress was cunning, it was one long piece of material, that tied high round her neck, loosely covered her breasts, then went off behind her back, leaving everything but them exposed, it wrapped around her waist after being behind her back, and hung low on her hips. She was barefoot, which showed where the dress was higher off the ground, then petered to trail long behind her, she'd loosely painted the bottom of her legs red, to the Same level that the material was dyed a deep blood red. Her mask was also red, and covered the area round her eyes, her lips painted red to match.

It was an outfit anyone who knew the old stories would recognise, of Dracaella the first unburnt. A shepherds daughter, who had beseeched the gods after the flock of her father was killed on her watch. She begged that the dragon would kill her too, lest she face the wrath of her father, and upon approach, she faced the dragons fire and came away unburnt, and became the first tamer of a dragon. The red represents her walk through the field of blood and gore of both Shepard hands and sheep,to meet her fate.

Jaes gestures both his arms down in a bow, sending his long sleeves down in a bow, "I am the ancient hero's representing both the light and dark spirits, the perfect balance of life. Each battling to control the other in an everlasting battle to control the world." He states.

"We must not have kept that knowledge since the doom, I'm sure the scholars at our library would be eager to listen and gain that information." Jaes states friendlily.

Princess Laena wore a striped gown of Targaryen black and red, simple and elegant. She wore a black half-mask.

Two women entered shortly after the princess. One wore masculine attire of a tunic and tight fitting breeches that showed off her legs, with a painted wooden sword at her hip. Her silvery hair fell in loose tumbles down her shoulder. With her was another woman of a similar age, whose long dress was a soft, deep green fabric, with a low, tight bodice, tight sleeves and a skirt that clung to her legs. Deeper green scraps of silk were sewn to the skirt to give the appearance of scales. Her nails were painted red. She wore a tight gold choker and her mask was formed of the same grey silk and fashioned in the form of a dragon. The first woman walked with a swagger, the second seemed to glide in delicate silk slippers.

The woman with the painted sword approached Rhaena. "Good evening," she said brightly. "You look like you have just come from a battlefield."

The other woman, the one in the dragon costume, slid over to Jaes and Aegon. "Ah, you both have wonderful costumes. What do you make of mine? Am I fierce enough?"

Brandon was approached by a woman wearing a tiger mask and a wraparound gown of bright orange silk striped with black, cinched at the waist with a wide belt of black leather to give her the perfect hourglass figure. Her long fingernails were painted black and she wore a gold bracelet in the shape of a tiger around one forearm, her feet encased in black leather sandals.

"My friend, do you not enjoy the party?" She asked in a soft, sultry voice. She beckoned to a man carrying a tray of dark wine. "Please, will you not have a drink?"

The woman burst out laughing, her tone low and musical. "Oh, but you tried. Nobody could fault that." She took a sip of wine and then reached up to touch one of the red streamers. "Perhaps a little more lava would have been more appropriate. Your volcano hasn't erupted very much, has it? I have never seen an eruption, but I have always thought volcanoes to be much fiercer, with a great deal of lava." She leaned in close so he could smell her delicate perfume. "You do not seem the kind of man who likes parties much."

"Tremendously fierce, my lady," Aegon replied with a soft smile.  "Your enemies must tremble before you."

"Good evening," Rhaena greeted, imagining her accent gave away at least what party she was with, "And you look as if you are just about to enter one," she said, and then looked down herself, "I do not think silk dresses with so little coverage would do well in a battle situation,"

"Because they bring large crowds, and diverse people, which is troublesome in my profession," he replied. 

"I am Kingsguard. My duty is to protect the life of my charge," Brandon replied, gesturing to Aegon not far away, "Crowds are part of the job, but its only when they go away, and his grace retreats to his apartments for the evening, that I can begin to relax."

"You are safe here, and so is he." She reached out to touch his shoulder, very gently. "I am sure you can use tonight to relax. It would be a terrible crime to harm a guest here behind the Black Wall, in the house of a Triarch. Oh, you had a bit of fluff stuck to you," she lied. "We have guardsmen posted, see."

She indicated the men in the tiger livery standing by the doors. They were slave soldiers with stripes tattooed onto their cheeks.



"Oh yes. It's said that her money helped found parts of the city, when we were just an outpost ruled by Valyria. All the men wanted her to be their wife or mistress, but she always said no. But it's said she took one lover, and never told his name. She is my own ancestor. Or so the legends say." She laughed. "In our family, it's rumoured that the her lover was a dragonrider, that he rode a black whose wings were so large they blocked out the sky. But it's just a silly story. I expect you know better than I if a dragon could ever be that big."