Ball Room - Masquerade

While Treise wasn’t usually all that girly she did like to dress up every once in awhile and go to masquerades and such like this. She loved to have fun, and what was more fun than a masquerade? People dancing and joking…especially after people got drunk and started to dance. It was actually quite amusing. She also liked social events in general; she liked to talk to people and mess around and such. So, when she entered the ballroom clad in her mostly sheer dress and white mask she was already grinning and rather happy. As she entered she would look around for a moment, trying to pick out if she could recognize anybody; obviously the two rather tall twins at the front of the room were the Southern and Northern Queens, but she wasn’t quite sure about anybody else. There were two men leaning against a wall that seemed decidedly Eastern, though she couldn’t place the other two that were with them. She would shrug, though, not quite caring much about it at this point in the evening and would drift happily into the room, approaching a table where glasses of mead and such had been placed. She would grab one and delicately sip at the drink, watching happily as a man approaching a seemingly pretty lady and asked her to dance.

Upon walking in, in a long coat with a sash around his body; he noticed he was the only one to wear a sash. He felt a little more needed with it on. Or this was just a facade he was trying to make. Teague didn't like being in crowded places; in reality it made him notice each and every person. His hypersensitivity made his eyes flash around noticing each person. If he had met them he knew the difference even with their masks on. His eyes actually hit Moira and Morgan right away as he entered. His eyes widened at both of the Queens attires. He noted Abi as well; he enjoyed how she moved.
The moment his eyes lay to the walls he noted the Easterners. His heart pounded happily in his chest as Teague had been caught in a jail cell for nearly 2 weeks. Seeing another from the East had done him good. Teague had been released the night prior after Regan left for the Kingdom from her brother in law's estate. His brother had come, Killian, but he was not to attend the masquerade as he had brought his children and wife; in which because of this his sister in law dressed him and shipped him out to represent the Hallows.
However he wasn't there to just do that. He had practically pestered his sister in law to let him go and surprise Regan. To do something to thank her for keeping him company whenever she could get away from her sister and niece to get him a wash basin and some books. She kept him as sane as he could ever be.

So the moment his eyes rested on her form he moved towards her. He moved over to her, possibly too eager but still moved nonetheless. His eyes were wide for a second. Not wide as they had been for Moira's dress; but a wide that insisted he had seen no one as pretty. Her dress made him stare for a moment too. It was really nice on her.. Uhm Ok Teague look back up at the pretty lady's face. "You are the most stunning.." He'd say out loud and then lean in towards her and quietly whisper. "Just don't tell that one to the three Queens that grace us."

Cinaed kept to wandering around and watching the interactions. His psychological brain was intrigued by the English gruff man but he kept his distance because he also noted he was the scrawniest of them all.. And he was even an Eastern man. He noticed something though; his sister's attention to the King Connall and another giant man from the Eastern Kingdom. He considered it to be Lorcan. Cinaed smiled a little under his mask and moved towards Cori as another woman went to her quicker. Upon getting to the women he heard her call his sister 'Viking'. The name teased a smile out from under his mask again.
Viking.
He wondered if they even knew that she really was a Viking? She definitely looked the part. Then he acknowledged the woman to be the new lady knight that seconded to Cori. "Oh so there are more than one." He'd point to the sword. Smiling kindly. "I am gathering you're not one for dancing either? Though don't let my sister fool anyone. She is a good dancer." He could feel Cori shoot daggers. Their eye colour was the only thing these two siblings shared. So he felt like his eyes were glaring at him. It was an odd sensation in the least.

Airikir grumbled softly as he finished getting ready, slinging a bear’s head cloak across his shoulders and over his head. He was wearing his classic eye-makeup, though he had donned more ceremonious garb than he usually would have; solid gold medallions slung about his hips and leather covering most of his stomach and wrists. He had a fierce look about him that was only intensified by his irritation. He had not wanted to get out of bed, but his wife had insisted. That woman was his only weakness. If it hadn’t been for her they probably would never have left Wales in the first place, but he knew that the wedding and masquerade would make her happy, and there was no way that he would deny her something that would make her happy.

As he strode down the hall towards the ballroom he knew he was running a tad late, though he wasn’t all that concerned about it. Let somebody say something to him about his tardiness. When he reached the doors to the ballroom he wouldn’t hesitate at all, flinging open the doors and striding in. The instant his eyes hit the inside of the room he would grimace, his head cocking just slightly to the side as his nose wrinkles, though more as if he was snarling than as if he was disgusted. What the hell was this? Truthfully, he hadn’t quite known what a masquerade was, and as he caught sight of people in masks and such he couldn’t help but think that this would be a terrible waste of time. A low grumble would fall from his lips as he shakes his head before immediately swinging his gaze around until he found his wife. When the monstrously large man finally caught sight of her he would immediately move towards her, though he kept his head held high and his shoulders squared; the King of Wales wouldn’t be caught doing anything else…or looking any less intimidating than he did now.