#everwinter

@ever-winter asked: 036, a masquerade ball. - Dottore set the scene - always accepting

A grand masquerade in honor of the Tsaritsa. Miran stood since hours close to the drinks, rather than mingling with the people who ever had came here. Had she not wished to visit it after all. However, she could not leave her older sister alone - at least if she heeded the words of their father. Her gaze searched for the other, slightly taller woman. However, she had already lost sight of her as soon as they had entered the grand ballroom, running off to some people she disclaimed she knew. However, with how little they went outside, Miran liked to question such a thing in her mind.

Were they after all only here, so the older one could perhaps somebody who’d catch her eye. A suitor, that would one day ask for her hand. The blonde grimaced at such thought. Though in age herself and therefore knowing that she would one day have to face the same fate, she did not wish to do so. Marrying, bearing somebody’s children one day? No. It did not appeal to her at all.

The blonde took a sip of the glass she had taken from the table that now stood behind her, after taking a step forward. She watched silently, until there was movement beside her. Nothing unusual, as many came here - mostly with friends, their partner or whoever. Men and women alike sometimes also were alone, sent to bring drinks to the group they stood at and talked with. However, something caught her attention there.

“Am I standing in the way?”, she asked, her tone a tad too impolite for her own taste, when it had been her who should be sneered at after all. She was the one blocking some of the glasses after all. However, the fact that she had to look up so high to see the man’s face - he was way too tall - was upsetting to her. Why couldn’t she have grown as tall as her sister?

Jora

So fun fact: since the last time i was properly active i started my own DnD campaign!!! The story is based around my own interpretation of the norse pantheon (and some others) and THIS is Jora, one of the really, if not THE important npc! She takes the form of a 8′2 (2,50m) Yuan-Ti woman but is actually the humanoid form of Jormungandr the world serpant (wich is cool we all agree)!!!

✘ ☆ . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ @ever-winter ( Scaramouche ) wants to play ! ˎˊ˗ ⊹ . ☆ ✘

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ —ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ You look pretty MESSED UP. ❜

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑. Though the other was definitely older, he had held that same lost look when the two of them had first met in the mafia. What had the other expected when he entered those forboding towers. They hoped it wasn't a better life. The manner in which the older boy looked only made the HARSH REALITY of his new life all too clear. The child had already known what would have happened ... but it still didn't make things any better.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ What'd the mafia make you do today ? ❜

Following the stranger was most likely a trap. Let alone the idea of having dinner with this guy could lead him to having poison as well- though that wouldn't kill him, it would really just give him a bad stomach ache more then anything to be honest but... he still followed the other anyways.

And when he entered a large room with a table packed with all kinds of food, Osial didn't seem too fond of the non seafood dishes he quickly eyed. Letting out a huff at the dishes, Osial goes over and sits down across from the other. A moment of silence coming from him as his eyes soon spotted the wine... And he couldn't help but make a look of disgust as he knows that drinking was not something he's fond of.

Hearing his name, well- he didn't really think of the guy's title all that much. Just someone from the Fatui with higher ranking status right? Ruled by the Cryo Archon? Guess he missed a lot of details over the years while being sealed away. Still, Osial once ruled an army of his own so he shouldn't take this meeting so lightly after all...

Everwinter gang getting cozy <3

(𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘯𝘋 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘯, 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

"  I can PROMISE you one thing, you WON’T like me when I'm MEAN.  “  Dottore remarks, a WARNING creeping into his voice as he eyes the other.

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