Event Private Finished A Chance Ballroom Encounter

Zora

Zora

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The young woman moved across the lavishly decorated ballroom to the outside area just outside the main doors. From there she could still clearly hear the music and the chatter of the party-goers. The sound both comforted and annoyed her, although she had to admit everything annoyed her lately. Every year , it was the same. Every year at exactly the same time, in the same way and practically with the same intensity, she felt the overwhelming loss of her powers. It didn't matter that every year this happened and she should be used to it by now. It was something she knew she would never quite get used to or accept.

Moving away from the door, the girl’s hand went to her throat, there she absentmindedly touched the moonstone amulet that she had lost the other day. She had taken to wearing it constantly, afraid that it would disappear on her again like it had before.

As she moved, her dress flowed around her. Luckily her dress matched the amulet or the amulet match the dress, she wasn't too sure which one it was. Straightening her mask, she glared at two young party revelers that suddenly came running out of the door, talking loudly and in her opinion making a fuss that wasn't necessary.

“ Bloody hell, stupid kids,” she muttered, annoyed once again. “ I hate Samhain.”

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He had come alone to the Masquerade because this was his time. This ball was, if they admitted it or not, all in his honor. Not that he was going around bragging about that fact. He wasn't that type of man, not really.

No he was really here because he felt drawn to this place. Felt like something or someone was pulling him here. He'd only experienced this kind of feeling a few times in his life, but he knew better than to ignore it now.

A pair of lovebirds ran past him, causing a knowing smirk to play across his lips. But his smirk faltered a second when he heard the harsh words of the woman in the moonstone necklace. Turning to the source of the sound he found his breath hitch and he knew immediately why he'd been drawn here.

Adjusting the sunstone ring on his finger, he approached slowly so as not to make her too wary of him. "I don't know," he said with a casual air. "They're just having a good time. That is why we're here isn't it? Miss?"

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"What's so fun about celebrating the dead?" the young woman remarked coolly, staring at the lovebirds as they ran down the stairs and off to heaven knows where. Probably a secluded corner somewhere so they could make out, a thought that made her somewhat envious and made her realise, once again, that her powers where gone - she was, after all, able to bestow love on others, and two, that she was alone, that she had not found a date for the ball... something she quite unsettling. It was like her dark mood had scared off any potential suitors.

Sighing lightly at this, wistfully exasperated at the apparent love of the festival, and its merrymakers. She finally turned to face the young man who had addressed her moments ago, surprised actually, not at all expecting to find herself face-to-face with the horned god himself - or a partygoer dressed as him since she highly doubted he, the god of the festival itself, Samhain, was actually here.
 
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"It isn't just about the dead. This is a transitional time. A time of change. Death, yeah. But also the hallmark of rebirth."

His lips curled up at one corner into s kind of smirk as he ragsrded her, eyes drinking in her beauty. "It breaks my heart though to see such a beautiful woman having such a clearly terrible time. If I may," he said extending his hand to her.

"Could I request the distinct honor of dancing with you?"
 
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Hearing the young man's words, the young woman felt chastised, she now remembered her lessons with her druid fathers, she knew each season carried its own beauty and curse too. She could just have easily been Imbolc or Lughnasadh, or even Samhain And what's more, she knew she really had no right to look down on the other gods for they each carried the same curse as her.

"I apologise, you are right, of course... Samhain is not just about death," she conceded and apologised for her earlier outburst.

Hearing him call her beautiful, made her do a double take, it was rather unexpected considering the fact that she had been fairly cool and not at all welcoming when he first greeted her. Nodding at this, not sure what to say, the young woman accepted his hand. And upon placing her hand in his, she started at the contact, it was almost electric and almost made her pull her hand back. She had never felt such an instant connection with someone and this made her feel somewhat confused, off guard even.

"Shall we, then?" she asked the young man somewhat hastily now, avoiding his gaze for a moment as she tried to act normally, and not act like she felt, nervous and somewhat confused by what had just happened.
 
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He also felt the electricity between them, and the smile at the edges of his lips widened. She was something special, for sure. He led her onto the dance floor and swept her close, resting a hand on her hip and twining his fingers in hers.

As they stepped in time with the music, he felt that same electricity crackling between them. Was it just his imagination? Was it something more? He couldn't tell, but he very much liked it. "So does the lady have a name that I might call her by?"
 
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Moving her fingers between his, the young woman stared at her hand entwined in his for a second as she placed her other hand lightly, hesitantly on his shoulder almost afraid to touch him, not used to feeling such a pull, such electricity between her and another person.

As they started to move, somewhat stilted at first on her part, the young woman started relaxing as she listened to the music, allowing its gentle rhythm to push away some of her initial hesitation. Glancing at up at him, noticing that they weren't too different in height, she smiled, "Yes, she does have a name," the young woman laughed, "It's Alanna," she told the young man. The name sounded strange on her lips, she had no idea why she had chosen it. She had not used her birth name in over a decade. It sounded almost foreign to her in a way like it belonged to somebody else and not her.

"And you good sir? Is there a name I might also call you?" she asked politely.
 
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Alanna. That name struck a chord somewhere within him, but he couldn't place exactly where it was from. It was over a decade ago, he knew that for sure. But his memories of that time were hazy at best. He mostly remembered the dead speaking to him. And seeing things about people he should not have been able to.

Spinning Alanna around, he dipped her slightly and pondered her question. "For tonight, you may call me Saxon. Yes, like the people," he added with a smirk. "So Alanna, if you dislike Samhain so much, why come to a festivity in its honor? Perhaps you're looking for something?"
 
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"Ohh.." Alanna gasped lightly when the young man suddenly dipped her, tightening her grip on him somewhat, not having expected him to twirl and dip her like he had.

"Saxon... that is an odd choice indeed," Alanna remarked with a soft laugh as she looked at the horned god masked man.

"Dislike, hate... are rather strong terms," Alanna admitted sheepishly, "I don't really dislike Samhain, not really..." she told him, knowing full well that she was given to exaggerating things, grievances when she was angry or frustrated. Being level-headed and logical was often overruled by impulse and her passionate nature, and thus, they often landed the goddess in hot water for saying things she really didn't mean.

"What do you mean by looking for something? Something lost?" Alanna asked him questioning, slightly confused by what he was asking. Samhain wasn't generally a time for making wishes or searching for something lost, or at least she didn't think it was.
 
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"Ohh.." Alanna gasped lightly when the young man suddenly dipped her, tightening her grip on him somewhat, not having expected him to twirl and dip her like he had.

"Saxon... that is an odd choice indeed," Alanna remarked with a soft laugh as she looked at the horned god masked man.

"Dislike, hate... are rather strong terms," Alanna admitted sheepishly, "I don't really dislike Samhain, not really..." she told him, knowing full well that she was given to exaggerating things, grievances when she was angry or frustrated. Being level-headed and logical was often overruled by impulse and her passionate nature, and thus, they often landed the goddess in hot water for saying things she really didn't mean.

"What do you mean by looking for something? Something lost?" Alanna asked him questioning, slightly confused by what he was asking. Samhain wasn't generally a time for making wishes or searching for something lost, or at least she didn't think it was.
 
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