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Hark! The trumpets are now announcing the arrival of CATERINA STROZZI, the PRINCESS OF ITALY. It has been said that they are known to be COURAGEOUS and KIND. When asked to describe themselves they said “ RED MOON AGAINST THE BLACKNESS OF THE SKY, OBSIDIAN MIRROR SHATTERED ON PALE MARBLE, THE SMELL OF SANDALWOOD HEAVY IN THE AIR. ” However their DECEITFUL and MANIPULATIVE nature can make for difficult times. Time will tell what their intentions are in attending the Grand Summit.

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location: la sala del mare velato ; evening. open to everyone.

one of the less entertaining things about the sudden deluge of foreign dignitaries and their entourage, was definitely the fact they were now, quite literally, everywhere. like the grains of blasted sand they seeped into the every pore, crack and crevice of palazzo strozzi. she did not exaggerate. they truly were everywhere. she had hoped she would find some respite in the veiled sea, but imagine her distaste when she'd found it already occupied. it had still been early in evening and she was not going to allow the guests to imprison her to her chambers in her own blasted castle! instead, she fashioned her expression into something less outwardly menacing and more... welcoming.

though it had been a herculanean feat.

while she was, technically, the hostess, it did not mean she had to make small talk if she did not deem it necessary. those who ventured to mare velato usually sought out tranquility and solitude. contemplation. the plinking-plonking of the water droplets paired up with the soothing tone of the violins and harps. sometimes, she liked to believe the musicians were commissioned to play to the waters, rather than the people flocking in and out of the chambers. it wouldn't surprise her -- it could have been something far worse, anyway.

still, the tranquility did not last long as the silence that stretched between her and the unwanted companion took an uncomfortable turn, further accentuated by the lull of the music. as the hostess, she had her duties -- unfortunately.

"I trust you are settling in nicely. are you in want of something? perhaps refreshments?" caterina asked, just now turning to look at the occupant of mare velato.

#dunamis.starter

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open starter to everyone! where: venice palace, at the scala d'oro.

the light spilled down the scala d’oro like molten honey, gilding every step she took. mihrimah ascended slowly, the hem of her gown trailing behind her like the last breath of dusk. the palace was a marvel, yes. gold leaf so polished it seemed to breathe, frescoes that glowed even in the hush of morning. but to her, beauty had always been an unreliable witness. too often it was built atop bones. she moved through the procession of envoys with the serenity of someone both present and elsewhere, her gaze lingering on the frescoes of divine coronations and victories that masked what she already knew: every empire wrote its wars in plaster and paint.

someone nearby murmured, awed, “how beautiful it all is.” mihrimah’s lips curved, a sliver of wickedness stretching at the corners. she leaned slightly toward someone else that stood at her right-- only one step behind--, without bothering to glance at their face first before jesting: “well,” she murmured, “try astral projecting in here. bet it won’t be so pretty, then. ha!” her tone was light and biting, though her words held a somber meaning-- of ghosts and unresolved anger. the chatter continued on, though the air around her stilled for an instant, as if even the gold itself remembered blood. then she straightened, gloved fingers brushing the banister, and continued upward. “they do have formidable stairways, though,” she mused aloud. fingers crossed my brother will slip on the steps. she smiled, wide and warm, “one could get lost in here!”

caterinastrozzi

caterina was not the one for fraternizing with so many royals, flocking to her home as if they owned it. as if it was their own little henhouse. but, appearances had to be held -- though she would've much preferred to be wrapped up in darkness, she couldn't abandon her father -- or her brother. she had had the idea that the rest of her siblings would fare nicely, but her father might need her counsel. and giorgio might need her to stare rather menacingly at the more loud guests.

the words that reached her ears elicited a smirk and she deigned to briefly observe the entertaining thing that had uttered them.

"try shadow walking. I once smacked head first into that pillar over there. it was not a pretty sight." she chuckled, though she could read between the lines, she'd decided not to start snarling at the guests so early in their arrival. "I'm pleased you are appreciative of the architecture. our forefathers spent decades adding and changing parts of the palace as they've seen fit. mostly the furnishing, mind you. wood rots out so easily, but not as easily as the drapes." she chatted, though her nature detested small-talk.

#c: mihrimah #{ interactions. }

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