HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[paradisamods]

All that clamor from the lion dance prancing down the halls should be enough to draw attention to the party, even without actual invitations. If not the noise, then perhaps the delicious smell wafting under every door and leading back to the ballroom.

The castle is vain, if nothing else. It has decorated the ballroom in the deepest red and brightest gold with auspicious greetings in the common language tastefully posted about the hall. May your happiness be without end, one says, while another goes May all your wishes be fulfilled. Small order, all things considered.

Round dining tables (with the turning glass part) are set up in the middle of the hall, each with about ten chairs and piles of food fit for a whole village. There are two more lion dance teams hopping about the hall and making a racket while occasionally nabbing that dumpling straight from your chopsticks. That should the least of your concerns, however, with many residents still aiming to settle their grudges before the new year.

Watch your back.

[ ooc; IC mingle log for Lunar New Year plot, feel free to make your own threads! ]

Comments

[ensorceler]

[ Anne hardly misses a beat as she turns and nods in greeting, not recalling his name but finding his face somewhat familiar. Having been home for awhile does make it more difficult to place faces again. ]

You humble me so. I do not think any could outshine the brilliance of the dragon and it's dance.

[lord_wizard]

[That has an eerie way of happening. You spent years in the castle where so many people came and went and suddenly you realize there were faces in crowd you recalled only dimly.]

Where I come from, dragons are only stories.

[ensorceler]

They are associated with the greatest of legends, yes. Though the sort of dragon here is not a type I have ever seen even in paintings.

[lord_wizard]

Nor have I, though the stories and paintings I know do little justice to the real thing. I have spoken to dragons here, though I still hope these remain the puppets they seem to be.

[ensorceler]

Mine own daughter was transformed into one of the legendary creatures by this cursed castle. It was such a fright at first, I thought it had eaten her.

[lord_wizard]

Having someone arrive from home is usually shock enough.

[ensorceler]

[ Especially your dead mother. Poor Elizabeth. Not that it was easy for Anne to meet a daughter older than herself, but so is the way of Paradisa. ]

Pleasantly so, of course.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix hasn't had the pleasure of meeting his dead mother, but he did get a dead ex-lover instead]

Well, that's a matter of debate, I suppose. Paradisa itself has dubious merits in it's own regard. I am not certain of exposing anyone I might call myself fond of being exposed to it as well.