Clear square vases were delivered to the Succulent Tarts booth during the Tournament of Ages. Stems had been carefully gathered and twisted into shapes that showed clearly in the water. Just like their performances, these flowers were bright, shifted to look almost like floral fireworks that could steal a show. Elegant, yet sure to pop, the flowers were handled with care. A note rested between the vases with carefully written words on them.

Succulent Tarts, With love, my darlings. I hope to see you all again soon. I have had your performance at the tournament recorded as I am home sick in bed. But I do love you so. Lady Devonshire

HOW do I answer this? Seriously? I just want to write, to chase the night with stories and have fun.

House Sunrunner - Superb writers, interesting plots, and good friends. 

The whole team vengeance crew. Excellent people and alot of fun.

Succulent Tarts and Crescent Productions folks. Never a dull moment and a wide variety of rp topics and events.

(My secret group crush on people I haven’t interacted with yet is…dun,dun,dun… Phoenix Guard. I’ve seen stores and they’re nothing short of amazing.)

In terms of individuals who aren’t in those groups, it is really difficult for me to nail down.

themaskofamalith - You just hit me up for rp last night in a prompt and are really a terrific writer.

i-phoenix  Loved the interaction and wouldn’t mind some in game ic.

ooc-llorne  I like seeing your things on my dash.

helalthehallowed I’m a little curious about you ic.

crusaderjeziel I enjoy reading your stuff.

Now don’t take offense if you’re not on this list. Honestly, I love to role-play and will do so with anyone. And there are far too many of you to name everyone and stay sane.

Miss Avalaste,

Lady Devonshire wishes to know if she can ask a favor. Her apprentice is in need of a make-over and though the Lady is capable of dressing her, she wishes for your input and expertise with hair and make-up. She has also indicated that you may have your way with her accessories room in exchange for such a favor. Also, do not tell the lady that I have spoken this to you but somewhere in the west wing I distinctly recall there being a photograph of Lady Devonshire in a costume of some sort. I think you should ask her or look around for it. She does like telling stories after all. Please do not tell her that I spoke of this to you, it will be our little secret for now.

Your humble servant,

Elnias

Sweet Agitha,

The charity event for the children sparked a flurry of inspiration after having gotten to know you a little better. I am so very glad to have bid on your basket, though I still await a dashing young rogue to help me with other matters.  I find what you do to be positively fascinating and believe me, my late husband Stephen would have loved for me to have possessed your particular gifts. Behind closed doors of course. All of that to say, I appreciate your form of art and figure that it might be difficult at times to find accoutrements to properly outfit your routine.

Elnias was beside himself as I have scarcely stopped since having arrived home. While the enclosed garment is heavily embellished, you will find that it is a stretchable fabric which will move well with you without losing its allure. You will also find that the ‘booty short’ portion has fringe sewn at a one inch portion at the edge from the underside and a two inch portion sewn a half an inch above that on the outside. 

Now, you did mention that it might be fun to have something which can be removed and so there is a full-length feather plume skirt of white that unclips at the waist and can be flared out with style. A set of elbow length pearl colored gloves is also enclosed, along with a set of champagne heels which have straps which extend up around the calf. I do not know if the shoes will work out or not, you know your body and routine so much better than I. The necklace is also included but backed with a peel and stick substance which will adhere it to your skin rather than pull about your neck. There is little reason we cannot still accessorize you properly, it is just a matter of method.

I truly hope to speak to you again. It was invigorating to be surrounded by so many young people and I had such a good time. I did notice that you seemed a little hesitant last night when speaking to me of your skills. I can understand how at times people can be cruel or perhaps act oddly, though generally speaking it is largely due to either envy or ignorance. Keep that sweet spirit of yours and do not hold it against them. I found you to be delightful and I am known to be a bit of a discriminating old bat. 

Lady Anatheliea Devonshire

How it was that Lady Merialeth had talked the child into venturing outside of the gate was something of a miracle. Little Calastea had come along, in her rumpled dress with Teddy in tow to attend the basket auction to benefit the orphans in Shattrath City. 

The young child’s hair hung in spun gold ringlets about her face and flew freely, her dress was still damp from where she had tried to clean up in the fountain, but she’d done her very best. From beneath the hem of the oversized garments poked out two shoes. One was black patent and fit a little too tightly, the other was red and glittery and it fit a little too loosely. But despite not being an evenly matched pair, they were shoes and were both in good condition which was more than good enough to suit her fancy. 

It had been quite some time since the wee one had reason to meander about and the large expanse of grass held fascination as the large people began to gather. In only a few moments time she had found an earthworm, three rolly polly bugs, and a butterfly which flitted about from flower to flower. 

When Merialeth called to her, Calastea was quick to go to her side as any obedient little one would. Teddy seemed to be grumping a little because he didn’t appreciate being wedged between a lady whose face was pruney and the little girl. 

And then the magic began. Well, it wasn’t really magic but there was a light from the sky and it looked fancy. The lady in the front held up baskets with things in them and food. Merialeth kept raising her hands and saying one and thousans, as did many of the others. Calastea mentioned when asked what she hoped was in the baskets simply said, “Cuppincakes.” In Calasteas’ young mind, Cuppincakes were the very best treat of all. “A cuppincake is like heavens in your mouth and like a party all the time.” This was something the wee little thing often said in reference to them and yet, they were a very rare treat. 

Excitedly at one point, the little orphan jumped up and hollared, “ONE GOLDS!!” but was outbid by the Lady who finally landed the basket in question at a price of ten thousand gold. 

All in all, when she looked back over the night and placed the two apples and one slightly smushed cuppincake in the small box in her hinding place, Calastea would remember a few special things. The tiny green skinned woman who had yelled out for someone to give a basket to her for one gold, how nice Mister Zaelus had smiled at her, how many lines Lady Devonshire had in her face, how fancy Miss Ava’s dress was, and how Miss Lady Meriamilieth had kept her promise and also said that she would find soap so that Calastea could smell like her. She smelled like sunshine and sunshine! OH! And she’d also remember that she had tucked that solitary gold piece into Lady Glabbyrialla’s hand and asked to be a Factor like she was at the hotspice. 

It had been a good night and Teddy was ready for sleeps. So the two curled up in their hiding place and the little one dreamed about more Tart picnics. There was a sigh of contentment just before she drifted off, the happiness within her small heart made from people coming together to help children. 

merialeth

The Lady Devonshire was spotted this evening in Northern Eversong at a charity benefit for the Shattrath Orphanage hosted by the Succulent Tarts entertainment troupe. It is also rumored that her escort carried with him a rather large basket. It is not known whether the Lady herself intended to offer herself up to be auctioned off for the cause or if she was merely bringing preparations on the off-chance that whoever she bid on carried no ability to cook but employed a noble effort just the same for the sake of the children. The lady was dressed impeccably in a design which captured the essence of spring without being overbearing. And those heels? Those heels said quite loudly that she was no one’s grandmother. 

The basket she purchased held a small robotic creature which she was told could be taught to sort buttons and the like. Needless to say, the Lady was very pleased with the entire situation and elated at the amount that Avalaste and the Tarts had raised for work on the orphanage in Shattrath.