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]

[ It should be beneath him to play with metal at all, since it's a common man's work, but alas. Anne would have a hard time not seeing him as beneath her even if he was a king. ]

My apologies, I meant no insult. But we are all forced into living new lives here, after all.

[cant_breathe_no_heir]

[Stuff like this makes him sweat with disgust.]

Indeed, the living conditions here are above par to myself though, in comparison to my previous home.

[ensorceler]

How did it differ?

[cant_breathe_no_heir]

My home is destroyed.

[oh]

[ensorceler]

[ Not a real answer, but certainly a conversation ender. There's only a moment's pause of awkward silence to follow, before she allows the proper level of sympathy and sorrow to fall over he features, crossing her hand before her out of habit. She doesn't try to say a prayer, not wanting to embarrass herself in polite company and assuming the castle would not let her. ]

I am so very sorry. Such a loss is something I can scarcely comprehend or imagine, but the pain must be tremendous. There are no words to properly coax away such sorrow.

[cant_breathe_no_heir]

[Well, he did say his previous home was worse in comparison. Being destroyed is basically the worst you can get.

The Troll simply sighs, keeping his head high. Even if his home was gone, he still had his dignity to uphold.]

Save your apologies. Although my home is no longer proper, it is not a complete loss. In the meantime, I have found a new, better place to stay, [he gestured to the castle around them] and I am not alone either. A few from my home are here with me, and I'm thankful for that.

[He did give her another nod.]

Still, thank you for your condolences.

[ensorceler]

[ Better? Ew. Well, it's probably better than a crater, she won't argue with that. ]

If it is a new home you seek, mayhap you ought not decide so quickly. I plan to take those who are willing beyond the barrier into the Dead Zone so that we might seek out a better existence. One where our souls are not trade for wishes.

[cant_breathe_no_heir]

Is that so?

[He'd heard.... diddly squat about this "dead zone". He'd have to ask later.]

I would assuredly accompany you, if there really is a better place out there... but I must first confer with my moirail about it.

[ensorceler]

There is time yet. The frosts must first lift.