The Garden Party

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It's early evening. The garden glows with lantern light. The various arbors and arches of your family’s estate grounds have been festooned with pastel silks. The familiar brick pathways and stone benches are crowded with nobles in radiant colors, hair fixed with braids and blossoms. You walk toward the center of the vast garden, toward the circular stone patio. The people in the circle sway and dance, their long dresses and robes twirling in the rhythm. You catch snippets of laughter and conversation. Nobles crowd amongst each other, eager to be the center of attention. Tonight, you all celebrate the spring equinox. Your mother has been discussing this event for ages now. You are expected to be on your best behavior, to dance well, to converse with guests, and to avoid making a fool of yourself. You smooth the fabric of your clothes, adjust the carnations in your hair, and step into the party. [[Enter the garden]]

You approach the main circular patio from the southern path and smile at the guests passing by. They nod their heads in greeting. You notice various types of flowers tucked into their braids. Bright daffodils in plaited brown hair. Begonia petals woven into a crown. A single lily behind the ear of a young man. The central stone circle is a large, festive area dotted with garlands of flowers. It's the focal point of the garden, with four major pathways in each cardinal direction. The center features an area for dancing, where guests in bright dresses twirl to music. Musicians, situated to the side, play various instruments. A graceful woman strums a harp while an energetic couple duet on flute and piano. Near the western pathway are tables of towering refreshments. Guests gather to eat and drink, laughing between bites. The eastern pathway leads to a large pergola with sprawling vines and flowers. Underneath, guests lounge under silken drapery and chat as they watch the dancers. You pause before entering the festivities and notice an older woman beckoning you over with a wave of her hand. [[Walk over to the old woman]]

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This story was written by me, Ev! I'm also known as eviebergamia. The fictional world, characters, places, and events in this story are all created originally by me. Follow me on Itch.io: https://eviebergamia.itch.io Follow me on Patreon: patreon.com/eviebergamia I used Twine's Sugarcube 2.37.3 story format. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

You are $title $name of House Carnation, a noble family who is hosting the spring equinox celebration. You are the child of Lady Beatrice. You have $skincolor skin and $eyecolor eyes. You wear multicolored carnations in your $haircolor hair, which is $hairstyle and $haircut. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

You walk towards the old woman, where she sits on a garden bench, watching the dancers from afar. Her long gray hair is pulled into a thick braid, decorated with red poppies. Her wrinkled skin is freckled and tanned, her eyes bright. You've never seen her before, but her presence is somewhat familiar. She gestures for you to sit. [[Sit with the woman]]

Your relationships with other characters: <<if $metJulian is true>>Sir Julian:<</if>> <<if $Julianrel lte 10>> Julian strongly hates you.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 10 and $Julianrel lte 20>> Julian strongly dislikes you.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 20 and $Julianrel lte 30>> Julian does not enjoy your company.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 30 and $Julianrel lte 40>> Julian tolerates your company.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 40 and $Julianrel lte 50>> Julian is indifferent to you.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 50 and $Julianrel lte 60>> Julian is curious about you.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 60 and $Julianrel lte 70>> Julian enjoys your company.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 70 and $Julianrel lte 80>> Julian is delighted by your company.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 80 and $Julianrel lte 90>> Julian feels a close bond with you.<</if>><<if $Julianrel gt 90 and $Julianrel lte 100>> Julian feels deeply connected with you.<</if>> <<if $metFlavia is true>>Lady Flavia:<</if>> <<if $Flaviarel lte 10>> Flavia detests you.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 10 and $Flaviarel lte 20>> Flavia strongly dislikes you.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 20 and $Flaviarel lte 30>> Flavia does not enjoy your company.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 30 and $Flaviarel lte 40>> Flavia tolerates your company.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 40 and $Flaviarel lte 50>> Flavia is indifferent to you.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 50 and $Flaviarel lte 60>> Flavia is curious about you.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 60 and $Flaviarel lte 70>> Flavia reluctantly enjoys your company.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 70 and $Flaviarel lte 80>> Flavia is entranced by your company.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 80 and $Flaviarel lte 90>> Flavia feels a close bond with you.<</if>><<if $Flaviarel gt 90 and $Flaviarel lte 100>> Flavia feels deeply connected with you.<</if>> <<if $metShaye is true>>Noble Shaye:<</if>> <<if $Shayerel lte 10>> Shaye strongly dislikes you.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 10 and $Shayerel lte 20>> Shaye does not like you.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 20 and $Shayerel lte 30>> Shaye does not enjoy your company.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 30 and $Shayerel lte 40>> Shaye is curious about you.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 40 and $Shayerel lte 50>> Shaye is intriguied by you.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 50 and $Shayerel lte 60>> Shaye want to know more about you.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 60 and $Shayerel lte 70>> Shaye is delighted by your company.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 70 and $Shayerel lte 80>> Shaye is thrilled by you.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 80 and $Shayerel lte 90>> Shaye feels a close bond with you.<</if>><<if $Shayerel gt 90 and $Shayerel lte 100>> Shaye feels deeply connected with you.<</if>> <<if $metPercy is true>>Lord Percy:<</if>> <<if $Percyrel lte 10>> Percy outright hates you.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 10 and $Percyrel lte 20>> Percy does not like you.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 20 and $Percyrel lte 30>> Percy dislikes your company.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 30 and $Percyrel lte 40>> Percy is indifferent to you.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 40 and $Percyrel lte 50>> Percy is curious about you.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 50 and $Percyrel lte 60>> Percy thinks you're interesting.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 60 and $Percyrel lte 70>> Percy likes your company.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 70 and $Percyrel lte 80>> Percy is delighted by you.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 80 and $Percyrel lte 90>> Percy feels a close bond with you.<</if>><<if $Percyrel gt 90 and $Percyrel lte 100>> Percy feels deeply connected with you.<</if>> <<if $metEstelle is true>>Lady Estelle:<</if>> <<if $Estellerel lte 10>> Estelle hates you.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 10 and $Estellerel lte 20>> Estelle does not like you.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 20 and $Estellerel lte 30>> Estelle dislikes your company.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 30 and $Estellerel lte 40>> Estelle is unimpressed by you.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 40 and $Estellerel lte 50>> Estelle is curious about you.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 50 and $Estellerel lte 60>> Estelle thinks you're interesting.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 60 and $Estellerel lte 70>> Estelle likes your company.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 70 and $Estellerel lte 80>> Estelle is delighted by you.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 80 and $Estellerel lte 90>> Estelle feels a close bond with you.<</if>><<if $Estellerel gt 90 and $Estellerel lte 100>> Estelle feels deeply connected with you.<</if>> <<if $metRenan is true>>Lord Renan: <</if>> <<if $Renanrel lte 10>> Renan hates you.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 10 and $Renanrel lte 20>> Renan dislikes you.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 20 and $Renanrel lte 30>> Renan dislikes your company.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 30 and $Renanrel lte 40>> Renan is unimpressed by you.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 40 and $Renanrel lte 50>> Renan is indifferent about you.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 50 and $Renanrel lte 60>> Renan is slightly curious about you.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 60 and $Renanrel lte 70>> Renan is interested in your company.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 70 and $Renanrel lte 80>> Renan enjoys your company.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 80 and $Renanrel lte 90>> Renan strongly enjoys your company.<</if>><<if $Renanrel gt 90 and $Renanrel lte 100>> Renan feels deeply connected with you.<</if>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

You sit next to her. She smiles. "Hello, my dear. I am Lady Vanessa, of House Poppy," she says, her eyes twinkling. "I'm glad that the festivities were held this year, it's been ages since I've attended a party like this." She looks expectantly at you. [[Introduce yourself]]

“I'm not exactly a good dancer…” you say shyly. "Nonsense!" she says, laughing. "You will dance better than I could at my age. So do it for an old lady, would you?" You reply, "Alright. Though who would I even choose as a partner?" The old woman smiles. "Dear, you're not looking closely enough." She gestures to a young man who stands at the edge of the stone dance floor, wearing a lavender coat and formal mauve pants. He nervously glances around at the dancers. "Why not him? He looks eager to dance!" she says. "Him?" you repeat, watching the young man. His eyes meet yours, then glance away. Lady Vanessa pushes your shoulder, encouraging you to stand up. "Yes, now don't be shy!" You stand and glance behind you at Lady Vanessa, who gives you a thumbs up of encouragement. [[Approach the young man]]

"Look around, my dear," she says, laughing. "You're not looking closely enough." She gestures to a radiant young woman who is gathered with a gaggle of girls in pastel colored dresses. "Why not her? She looks like the life of the party!" "Her?" you say, watching the young woman. Her eyes meet yours and glitter with intrigue. Lady Vanessa gently nudges your shoulder, encouraging you to stand up. "Yes, now don't be shy!" You stand and glance behind you at Lady Vanessa, who gives you a thumbs up of encouragement. [[Approach the young woman]]

"Nonsense!" she says, laughing. "You know dancing is the main event of this celebration. All the young people are dancing — look!" The two of you watch as the young dancers laugh and skip, arm in arm. The pastel skirts of the ladies swirl like flower petals. She nudges you on the shoulder. "You should go and dance, $title $name." You turn to Lady Vanessa and say: [["I really will not be dancing tonight."|Estelle/Renan Path][$impropriety+=5]] [["Well, perhaps one dance won't hurt..."|Shaye Path][$shy+=5]]

<<set $name = "">> What's your name? <center>\ Name: <<textbox "$name" "">> </center>\ <<button "Confirm">> <<if $name is "">><<set $name = "Flora">><</if>> <<goto [[Title Choice]]>> <</button>>

<<set $title to "">> What title do you prefer? <<radiobutton "$title" "Lord">> Lord<br> <<radiobutton "$title" "Lady">> Lady<br> <<radiobutton "$title" "Noble">> Noble<br> <<button "Confirm">> <<if $title is "">><<set $title = "Noble">><</if>> <<goto [[Appearance]]>> <</button>>

"I am $title $name of House Carnation," you say politely. "Pleased to meet you." Lady Vanessa grins wider at the mention of your name. "I //knew// you were Lady Beatrice's child. You have the same beautiful face. Not to mention the carnations in your hair.” You put a hand to the flowers on your head, meant to signal to others your noble house association. "Thank you," you reply. "Are you enjoying the festivities my mother has planned?" "Yes, though I am past the days of dancing at parties. My old bones prefer to sit here and watch," she says, gazing at the dancers and adjusting her turquoise skirts. A moment passes as you both watch the dancers waltz and spin. "Though... you are young and spry, why don't you go dance with one of the guests?" she inquires. You hesitate, then reply: [["I'm not exactly a good dancer..."|Julian Path][$shy+=5]] [["I would, but who to choose?"|Flavia Path][$bold-=5]] [["I'd rather not dance tonight."|Shaye/Estelle Path][$reserved+=5]] <<set $profileSet = true>>\ <<set $codexSet = true>>\ <<set $metJulian to false>> <<set $metFlavia to false>> <<set $metShaye to false>> <<set $metPercy to false>> <<set $metEstelle to false>> <<set $metRenan to false>>

Select your appearance: Your eyes are <<set $eyecolor to "blue">> <<cycle "$eyecolor" autoselect>> <<option "blue">>, <<option "green">>, <<option "brown">>, <<option "gray">>, <<option "gray">>, <<option "hazel">>, <<option "black">> <</cycle>>. Your skin is <<set $skincolor to "fair">> <<cycle "$skincolor" autoselect>> <<option "fair">>, <<option "light">>, <<option "tan">>, <<option "olive">>, <<option "brown">>, <<option "dark brown">> <</cycle>>. Your hair is a luscious <<set $haircolor to "light blonde">> <<cycle "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "light blonde">>, <<option "dark blonde">>, <<option "light brown">>, <<option "dark brown">>, <<option "black">>, <<option "red">>, <<option "white">><</cycle>> color. Braids are customarily worn by long-haired people for formal celebrations. Tonight, your <<set $hairstyle to "straight">> <<cycle "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "straight">>, <<option "wavy">>, <<option "curly">>, <<option "coily">><</cycle>> textured hair is <<set $haircut to "braided in a crown">> <<cycle "$haircut" autoselect>> <<option "braided in multiple strands">>, <<option "braided in one strand">>, <<option "braided in two strands">>, <<option "worn long with decorative braids">>, <<option "worn short">>, <<option "worn very short">>, <<option "twisted in a braided updo">>, <<option "braided in a crown">> <</cycle>> and decorated with soft pink and purple blooms of carnations. For the events of the party, you have decided to wear a <<set $clothing to "sage green dress">> <<cycle "$clothing" autoselect>> <<option "light blue suit">>, <<option "baby pink dress">>, <<option "lavender formal robe">>, <<option "butter yellow dress">>, <<option "pastel peach suit">>, <<option "mint green robe">> <<option "sage green dress">><</cycle>>. <<button "Confirm">> <<goto [[Introduction - Lady Vanessa]]>> <</button>>

You approach the young man. Upon closer inspection you see purple lilacs tucked between the curls of his blond hair. A sprig of white lilac is pinned to his lapel. You watch him curiously as he nods his head in greeting, glancing at the flowers in your hair. "$title," he says, "a pleasure to meet you." "I am $title $name of House Carnation. Nice to meet you. You are from House Lilac?" you ask. "I am Sir Julian of House Lilac," he replies, his hands twitching at his sides. He clears his throat awkwardly and extends a hand to you. "Would you care to dance with me?" he asks. [[Accept his offer][$Julianrel+=5]] [[Decline his offer][$Julianrel-=5]] <<set $metJulian to true>> <<set $relationshipsmenu = true>>\ <<set $Julianrel = 50>>

You walk towards the young woman. As you approach, you see that she wears bright yellow buttercups in her auburn hair, which is braided into a crown. She's clad in a rich yellow gown with golden embellishments. Her honey colored skin practically glows in the light. As you walk closer, she glances at you with an unreadable smile, a richly decorated fan in her hand. The girls around her giggle as you walk towards them. "$title," she says, pressing the edge of her closed fan to her lips. "A //pleasure// to meet you. I am Lady Flavia of House Buttercup." "I am $title $name of House Carnation. Nice to meet you," you reply. Flavia eyes you as the girls around her whisper among themselves. Some of the young women give you looks with pursed lips. Perhaps they seem to view your presence as a sort of threat. "How //splendid// of your mother to host for this year's spring equinox celebration," Flavia declares. "Though House Buttercup has a much better courtyard for dancing." She pauses, arms crossed with a manicured finger pressed to her chin, as if hoping her mocking remark landed. The other girls smirk amongst themselves. "Lady Flavia..." you warn. [[Call her out on her rudeness][$Flaviarel+=1]] [[Make a scornful remark back to her][$Flaviarel-=3]] <<set $metFlavia to true>> <<set $Flaviarel = 50>> <<set $relationshipsmenu = true>>\

Lady Vanessa frowns. "Oh?" she asks. "But... you would dance better than I could at my old age. Such a shame. I wanted to watch." Then, the old woman smiles. "Perhaps you'll find entertainment elsewhere," she says, gesturing to the tables of refreshments and the lounging guests at the pergola. "I think I will," you reply, standing. Lady Vanessa watches as you leave, her bright eyes following your movements. You glance around at the garden party and decide where to go next. [[Head to the refreshments table]] [[Head to the pergola]]

"That's the spirit!" she chuckles. "Alright. Though who would I even choose as a partner?" you ask. The old woman smiles. "Dear, you're not looking closely enough." She gestures to a young person who is already on the dance floor, dressed in a flowing peach pink suit. The young noble twirls perfectly with the rhythm of the song. "Why not them?" the old woman says, pointing to the talented dancer. "Oh?" you say, watching the young noble as their silken clothes sway in the lantern light. Lady Vanessa gently nudges your shoulder, encouraging you to stand up. "Yes, now don't be shy!" You stand and glance behind you at Lady Vanessa, who gives you a thumbs up of encouragement. [[Approach the young person]]

You enter the center of the courtyard, facing toward the young noble in peach pink. They sway with the rhythm of the music. You stand just before the dancing circle, watching their every movement. The current song ends, the dancers and surrounding audience clapping with joy. The young noble smiles and bows, their long black hair glistening in the light, two braids decorated with blue violets. You meet their gray eyes and they smile, walking toward you as the next song begins to play. "I was wondering when a young $title of House Carnation would come to see my dancing," they say with a pleased grin. "I am Noble Shaye, of House Violet." You nod in greeting. "Your dancing is the best I've ever seen." "Then allow me to show you the view from the dance floor," they reply, extending their hand to you. You hesitate, nervous to dance with such a talented person. [[Accept their offer][$Shayerel+=2]] [[Refuse their offer]] <<set $metShaye to true>> <<set $relationshipsmenu = true>>\ <<set $Shayerel = 50>>

"Yes. I would love to dance," you say to him, taking his extended hand. He looks at you, surprised, and leads you to the dance floor in the center of the courtyard. You both step in tune to the fast-paced waltz. The fabric of your $clothing swirls with the energy of the dance. His footsteps are a bit clumsy as he leads you, though his expression lights up as your eyes meet. He seems to be poor dancer, since you must pay close attention so he doesn't step on your feet. "$title $name," Julian says as you dance hand-in-hand, "I am surprised you even talked to me, much less accepted my offer to dance..." He looks away as soon as the words leave his mouth, a flush on his cheeks. His hand trembles slightly in yours. [[Smile and make conversation][$Julianrel+=2]] [[Comment on his dancing skills][$Julianrel-=5]]

"Ah, no thank you, sorry," you reply. "I'd prefer not to." Julian's pale face goes red, and he glances away from you. "Oh. Apologies, $title. I didn't mean to pressure you." He turns away from you, a shy frown on his face. //Well this is awkward.// [[Apologize and offer to get a drink with him|Drink with Julian][$Julianrel+=1]] [[Awkwardly excuse yourself][$Julianrel-=1]]

"A noble lady who makes snide comments serves not her house, but only her vanity," you reply. "I do not appreciate such rude comments on my family's gardens." The girls around you giggle and whisper amongst each other, glancing at Flavia’s reaction. Flavia's face flushes dark red, her brown eyes narrowing. "I jest, $title $name,” she says. "No need to become so worked up about trivial topics." You stare at her. Flavia smirks back, trying to get a rise out of you. "You can tell your mother how much I am enjoying this party." She seethes. [[Offer to dance][$Flaviarel+=3]] [[Say goodbye and leave Flavia][$Flaviarel-=2]]

"And yet, House Buttercup's gardens are only half the size of ours," you reply with a mocking tone. "Though, I suppose it's easier to maintain when there's so little worth tending." The girls around you chatter with laughter, some looking at you with a newfound interest. Flavia's face flushes dark red, her brown eyes narrowing."Oh //dear//, you're so worked up about something so trivial! I was only complimenting your mother’s efforts." You stare at her. Flavia smirks back, trying to get a rise out of you. "You can tell your mother how much I am enjoying this party," she seethes, her smile forced. [[Offer to dance][$Flaviarel-=3]] [[Say goodbye and leave Flavia][$Flaviarel-=2]]

<<if $Flaviarel lte 50 and $metPercy is false>> You offer a calculated smile. "I’ll be sure to pass along your //warm// regards." Flavia's smile twists cruelly. "Bye-bye, dear. It's such a pity your company is even worse than your mother's sorry excuse for a party." The young women around her giggle as you feel heat creep into your face. Flavia is doing her best to humiliate you. You turn on your heel and walk away from Lady Flavia, trying to appear as composed as possible, hearing their laughter echoing in your head. [[Leave|Cool off]]<<set $Flaviarel -= 5>> <<else>> You offer a calculated smile. "I’ll be sure to pass along your //warm// regards." Flavia's cruel smile flickers. Her expression is almost embarrassed. Perhaps she expected a retort or a snarky remark, not your unbothered and cold behavior. Before she can reply, you turn on your heel and walk away from Lady Flavia. [[Continue|Flavia Wait]] <</if>>

"Perhaps you may show her yourself, by dancing with //me//," you reply, a hand outstretched toward her. <<if $Flaviarel gte 50>> Flavia's face twitches with irritation. It would be rude to deny a dance offered by a $title of House Carnation, as your family are the hosts. "How gracious," Flavia says, taking your outstretched hand. "Though I hope you know what you're asking for." The young women around her back away, watching from the sidelines of the dance floor. The music of stringed instruments rises in the background as you enter the center of the floor. [[Dance|Dance with Flavia]] <<else>> Flavia's face twitches with irritation. It would be rude to deny a dance offered by a $title of House Carnation, as your family are the hosts. You're unsure how she will react. Flavia's firey glare seems to bore right through you as she waves her hand, as if to dismiss you. "How gracious," Flavia says. "But I will not dance with a snarky little $title like you. Go run along to you mother." [[Say goodbye and leave Flavia]] <<set $Flaviarel -= 5>> <</if>>

Flavia rests a reluctant hand on your shoulder as the music begins, her yellow dress swirling with movement. Her dancing is precise and controlled. She keeps her hand in yours light, as if she doesn't want to touch you. You both swirl around the garden's dance floor, Flavia's expression bored and yet dramatic. "You lead acceptably enough," she says coolly. "By the look of you, I was dreading this would be a complete disaster." You laugh softly. "Is that an insult or a compliment?" "I would never compliment you, $title $name," she replies, her posture perfect as she spins. A bitter pause lingers between the two of you, as you feel a response on the tip of your tongue: [[“Do you always insult people you want attention from?”][$Flaviarel+=3]] [[“You’ve already complimented me by agreeing to dance.”][$Flaviarel+=1]]

You walk across the central circle of the garden and take a look around. You decide to see if anything else interests you. <<if $metShaye is false>> The dancing continues in the center, where nobles sway in their bright clothing. A young person dressed in a flowing peach pink robe catches your eye. The young noble twirls perfectly with the rythmn of the song, like a piece of silk in the wind. [[Approach the young person]]<</if>><<if $metFlavia is false>> A young woman, gathered with a gaggle of girls in pastel colored dresses, talks and chats with her companions. Her auburn hair glows orange in the lanternlight. [[Approach the young woman]]<</if>><<if $metJulian is false>> A young man in lavender colored clothing stands at the edge of the courtyard nervously glancing around at the dancers. He shifts around on his feet and fidgets with the jacket of his suit. [[Approach the young man]]<</if>><<if $metPercy is false>> You could also go find a garden bench to sit and take a break at. Maybe it would benefit you to cool off for a while, away from the crowds. [[Cool off]]<</if>><<if $metEstelle is false>> You could also explore the refreshment tables. You consider stopping by for a brief break. [[Head to the refreshments table]]<</if>><<if $metRenan is false>> The pergola area looks quite nice, with soft divans and blooming wisteria. You could stop for a rest there. [[Head to the pergola]]<</if>><<if $metPercy is true and $metJulian is true and $metFlavia is true and $metShaye is true and $metEstelle is true and $metRenan is true>> You are tired after interacting with guests and need to take a break. You decide to go on a stroll around the outskirts of the gardens, away from as many people as possible. [[Stroll around the garden]]<</if>>

<<if previous() is "Say goodbye and leave Flavia">> You continue to hear the scathing echoes of laughter in your ears as you exit the courtyard, walking as far away as you can. <</if>> You walk to a more secluded area in the gardens, where bushes of flowers and hanging vines decorate the pathways. You end up sitting on a small bench by the western side of the garden, watching the light of the dancing and mingling from afar. Here, you're obscured from the festivities by large rosebushes and other shrubbery. People around you stroll on the small pathways, arm-in-arm. You watch a few nobles walk by, their long garments flowing behind them. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, attempting to regain your composure. [[Rest for a moment]]

"Are you alright?" A voice cuts through your thoughts. You snap your eyes open and see a young man standing in front of you with a crown of purple hydrangea flowers atop his dark braided hair. He has deep brown skin and warm eyes. His outfit is a bit strange for a formal party. He's clad in blue pants and a loose white shirt that's been unbuttoned at the top. If he once had a suit jacket, it's definitely been lost somewhere. "Are you alright?" He repeats, looking geniunely concerned. He puts a hand behind his neck, contemplating. "Sorry," you say, sitting up straighter. "I just needed to rest my eyes for a minute. I am alright." You glance at the bright hydrangea crown he wears. He smiles, "I'm Lord Percy of House Hydrangea. Call me Percy." He sits down on the bench next to you and removes the hydrangeas from his hair, setting the woven flower crown on his lap. "You're of House Carnation?" he asks, glancing at your hair. "Yes, I'm $title $name," you say, watching him. "Um...are you enjoying the party?" He lets out a sigh and pouts. "It's //fine// I guess." He says, his chin rested on his hand. Percy catches your side-eyed glance and quickly tries to correct his mistake. "Wait, I don't mean that this party isn't good. It's great! I'm just tired of parties....sorry." He says with a smile. [[Ask him why he's tired of parties][$Percyrel+=4]] [[Let him keep talking]] <<set $metPercy to true>> <<set $relationshipsmenu = true>>\ <<set $Percyrel = 50>>

"Tired of parties?" you ask. Percy shurgs his shoulders. "It's the crowds. They're just too much. People talking and dancing and gossiping." <<if $metFlavia is true>> "Tell me about it," you say, remembering your encounter with Flavia. "I'd rather not subject myself to such types of conversation. I've already had some unfortunate encounters this evening." "Like that Buttercup woman?" he replies with a knowing smile. "I saw you talking with Lady Flavia." You sigh and nod your head. "Yes, it's like she's out to get me, when I don't even //know// her. It's infuriating." Percy laughs, throwing his head back heartily. "That's Flavia for you. Don't let her snobby attitude get to you." You notice his casual reference to her, his subtle disregard of titles, his aversion to parties. [[Ask how he seems to know Lady Flavia][$Percyrel+=1]] <</if>><<if $metFlavia is false>> "Well, where would you rather be?" you inquire, notcing his aversion to parties. His hazel eyes meet yours. "The forest. Somewhere I can actually think, without this music and this perfumed flower crown, without old friends coming to taunt me." [[Ask what he means by 'old friends'.]] <</if>>

Percy shurgs his shoulders. "It's not your family's hosting. It's wonderful, I promise. It's just... the crowds. They're just too much. People talking and dancing and gossiping." <<if $metFlavia is true>> "Tell me about it," you say, remembering your encounter with Flavia. "I'd rather not subject myself to such types of conversation. I've already had some unfortunate encounters this evening." "Like that Buttercup woman?" he replies with a knowing smile. "I saw you talking with Lady Flavia." You sigh and nod your head. "Yes, it's like she's out to get me, when I don't even //know// her. It's infuriating." Percy laughs, throwing his head back heartily. "That's Flavia for you. Don't let her snobby attitude get to you." You notice his casual reference to her, his subtle disregard of titles, his adversion to parties. [[Ask how he seems to know Lady Flavia][$Percyrel+=1]] <</if>><<if $metFlavia is false>> "Well, where would you rather be?" you inquire, notcing his aversion to parties. His hazel eyes meet yours. "The forest. Somewhere I can actually think, without this music and this perfumed flower crown, without old friends coming to taunt me." [[Ask what he means by 'old friends'.]] <</if>>

You excuse yourself from Julian's side and walk to the side of the courtyard. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

You leave the main area and stroll around the garden, your mind turning back to all the strange guests you've met tonight. The outskirts of the garden are calmer than the crowded center. You find yourself strolling past your favorite bushes of flowers toward the south of the grounds. Carnations of every color lift their petals upwards from stone planters. Rosebushes and pink azaleas sprawl around you, swaying softly in the evening breeze. Slowly, you find your footsteps leading you to the southern gazebo, a favorite of yours in the garden. Jasmine and fragrant honeysuckle cling to the white frame of the structure. You walk closer and see, to your surprise, your mother — Lady Beatrice! She reclines on a divan within the gazebo, seemingly resting her eyes for just a moment. No one accompanies her. Your mother has the same beautiful $haircolor hair as you, worn in an elaborate crown of braids accessorized with soft pink carnations. Her long pink gown is accessorized with silver and gold embriodery. Upon hearing your footsteps, her $eyecolor eyes snap open. Friends and strangers alike have always commented that your eyes are the same as your mothers. You walk into the gazebo and greet her. [[Continue|Gazebo with Lady Beatrice]]

"I hope it's as exciting as you make it seem," you say, slipping you hand into theirs. Shaye smiles and leads you into the center of the dance floor. Their grip on your hand is strong, yet gentle. "Don't worry," Shaye says with a confident smile. "Just follow my lead. I'll guide you." The music begins again, in a sweeping sound of strings and piano. Your steps are cautious at first, but Shaye's confidence is infectious. Their movements are fluid, as if they'd become a flow of water or wind through tree branches. "You're a natural," they say, their voice sweet. "See? How the rest of the world is a blur?" You glance around, seeing glimpses of glittery gowns and other dancers in a swaying streak of color. You let out a joyful laugh. This is the most fun you've ever had while dancing. Shaye notices your laughter and smiles, pulling you into a graceful spin. The world around you really has become nothing but a blur. It's just you and Shaye, their smooth brown skin glowing in the changing light. You speak up, over the fast-paced music: [["I feel as if I'm flying!"][$Shayerel+=2]] [["Woah, you're making me dizzy."][$Shayerel+=1]]

You shake your head gently. "I’d rather watch for now. I’d only embarrass myself next to a dancer like you." Shaye tilts their head, a smirk on their face. "Oh? I wasn't aware House Carnation is known for their timidity." You look at the young noble with a firm gaze. Their comment was teasing, but not unkind. "Only when confronted by those with impeccable talent." You reply. "Oh come now, $title $name," they say. "Just one dance? I promise I'll make you feel as if you're flying." You jump at the mention of your name. [[Accept their offer][$Shayerel+=2]] [[Refuse to dance][$Shayerel-=2]]

"I'm glad I accepted your dance offer," you say with a smile. "It was the least I could do. You looked lonely." He smiles back at you, his feet stumbling a bit. "Quite true," he replies. "Though I may be the worst dancer on the floor tonight. My brothers are all better at it than I am." "Your brothers?" You inquire. "Yes, all six of them. I am the seventh," he replies. "Oh! You're the youngest?" you say as Julian nods. "Yes and I regret to admit it, but they are all better dancers than I," he says with a soft laugh. [[Ask if he has other talents, rather than dancing][$Julianrel+=2]] [[Ask him more about his brothers][$Julianrel-=1]]

"I do have to say, your dancing is strange," you say, as Julian's footsteps stumble a bit. He shyly averts his gaze and replies, "Apologies, I am far from a good dancer." The two of you dance for a few more moments, until his foot squashes yours when he missteps. You wince at the sudden pain. Embarrassed, he leads you off the dance floor, apologizing all the way. "$title $name, I am so sorry," he says, wringing his hands. "I truly didn't mean to, a- are you hurt?" [[Assure him that you are alright]] [[Ask him to leave you alone][$Julianrel-=10]]

"So you have six brothers. I wonder what it would be like to grow up with so many siblings..." you say. "I will be honest with you, $title $name, it was like living in six shadows all my life," he admits. "My brothers are all smarter than me, stronger than me, more charming and handsome. Their talents have always outweighed mine." He pauses for a moment, lost in thought. You decide to speak up, saying: [["Well, I think you are handsome."][$Julianrel+=7]] [["They cannot be talented at everything, you must have some hidden talent."][$Julianrel+=3]]

"Better dancing does not always mean better company," you say, reassuring him. "And your brothers are likely not talented at everything, well- no one is!" He gives you a strained look, as if he's heard this words before and refuses to believe them. "You must have some sort of hidden talent," you say. His expression falters, turning introspective. "Thank you, I really do appreciate your kindness." The two of you sway with the music, dancing more confidently than before. "Also," he says with a lowered voice. "I do have one thing I'm better at." [[Listen to him|"They cannot be talented at everything, you must have some hidden talent."][$Julianrel+=1]]

"I'm alright," you say. "I've had worse dance partners, don't fret too much about it." He lets out a relieved laugh. "Oh, well dancing isn't for everyone. It's never been my strongest skill." He watches you for a moment, his blue eyes reflecting in the lantern light. "Perhaps we could do something else?" He asks. [[Offer to go to the refreshment tables with him|Drink with Julian][$Julianrel+=5]] [[Excuse yourself and go somewhere else][$Julianrel-=3]]

"You've done enough damage for the night," you say curtly. "I would appreciate it if you left me alone now." He looks at you, crestfallen, his blue eyes crinkled in shame. "Yes, I understand. I am sorry again, $title $name," he replies, backing away from you. He turns, fidgeting with his hands. "My humblest apologies." You watch as Julian walks away, along the edge of the dance floor. The night is still young. You decide to take a short break and gaze around the courtyard. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>

His pale face turns scarlet red at your words. "$title $name, you surely tease me," he says, avoiding your gaze. "Though I appreciate the compliment." You smile playfully at him. "I'm not //teasing// you, Sir Julian, and you'd do well to recognize that smarts, strength, and beauty are not everything. And... I am sure you have something you //are// good at, even if you don't realize it." His blue eyes widen at your words. "Well," he replies, "There is something..." [[Listen to him|"They cannot be talented at everything, you must have some hidden talent."]]

"I paint," he states. "I paint landscapes and flowers and people. I //love// to paint people. So I guess that counts for something, right?" You stare at him curiously. "That's //wonderful//, you should have said you're an artist sooner!" He smiles, eyes dropping to the floor between steps. "I... I never thought this could interest anyone. Painting is so often seen as a woman's hobby. Not that there's anything wrong with that..." "Gendered hobbies are ridiculous," you reply. "If you like to paint, that's all that matters. You will have to show me your work sometime." The music cascades into a crescendo as you turn with a graceful swoosh of your $clothing. When you return to face Julian, his gaze is on you, more direct than before. He speaks confidently now. "I’d like that. Showing you, I mean. If you're sure I won't bore you." You smile back at him and he returns the gesture, looking truly happy for the first time that evening. The music begins to sway to a stop. You feel your heartbeat and heavy breathing as the instruments silence themselves. All around you, the onlookers applaud you and the other dancing guests. Julian leads you off of the dance floor. [[Follow him off the dance floor]]

"Why don't we go to the refreshment tables instead? An ice-cold drink would be amazing right now." He perks up at your suggestion, a grin on his face. "I agree," he replies, offering his arm to you. "Shall we?" You take his arm and the two of you stroll across to the western pathway of the courtyard. You glance at the many tables, laid with hors d'oeuvres and towers of sparkling drinks. He grabs two glasses of a sparkling elderflower cider and hands you one. You take it and sip the floral drink. Julian sips his drink and sighs. "Delicious. I'm glad your family has good taste in refreshments." He laughs softly. "Springtime should bring forth //floral// flavors, like sunshine has finally returned again after a long winter." "Yes," you say, agreeing with him. "Well, that is the whole purpose of the celebration today." He closes his eyes, lost in thought. "...Like fresh grass and full trees. Like color has finally returned again." He opens his eyes and looks at you. You regard him with a curious look. "Sorry," he says, sheepishly. "Sometimes I think too much. My father scolds me for being too much like a poet when he wants a soldier." You consider asking more about this side of him. His clouded blue eyes seem lost in thought. You speak up, saying: [["You're a poet?"][$Julianrel+=3]] [["Tell me more about your family. I want to know about House Lilac"][$Julianrel+=2]]

"I must excuse myself," you say, searching for a way out of this awkward situation. "Oh..." he says, crestfallen. "Yes, I understand. I am sorry again, $title $name." He replies, backing away from you. He turns away, fidgeting with his hands. "My humblest apologies." You watch as Julian walks away, along the edge of the dance floor. The night is still young. You decide to take a short break and gaze around the courtyard. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"Not quite..." he says, "I guess I'm a painter. Landscapes. Flowers. People. I //love// to paint people. So I guess that counts for something, right?" You stare at him curiously. "That's //wonderful//, you should have said you're an artist sooner!" He smiles, eyes dropping to the floor. "I... I never thought this would interest anyone. Painting is so often seen as a woman's hobby. Not that there's anything wrong with that..." "Gendered hobbies are ridiculous," you reply. "If you like to paint, that's all that matters. You will have to show me your work sometime." "I’d like that. Showing you, I mean. If you're sure I won't bore you." You smile back at him and he returns the gesture, looking truly happy for the first time that evening. [[Continue|End Convo with Julian]]

He averts his eyes from you, his brow furrowed. "I have six older brothers. Each one more talented than the next. I regret to admit it, but they are all better dancers than I," he says with a soft laugh. "Oh! You're the youngest," you say as he nods. "I wonder what that would be like, growing up with //six// older siblings." He sighs, tapping his finger against his cider glass. "I will be honest with you, $title $name, it was like living in six shadows all my life," he admits. "My brothers are all smarter than me, stronger than me, more charming and handsome. Their talents have always outweighed mine." He pauses for a moment, lost in thought. You consider his words curiously. [["Surely there must be something you're good at?"][$Julianrel+=2]] [["And what of your father?"][$Julianrel-=1]]

"$title $name..." he says, looking at you with a content expression. "I want to thank you for a wonderful dance, and I..." Suddenly, a loud voice cuts him off. "JULIAN!" a man shouts. You and Julian turn to see who it is. Walking towards you is a young man, with the same white-blond hair and bright blue eyes as Julian. He also wears a purplish suit with white sprigs of lilac tucked into his hair. "//Julian//," the man repeats, "where have you been? Mother wants to introduce you to someone." "Ben, s- sorry," Julian replies. "I will go in a minute. Just let me say-" Ben, who must be Julian's brother, nods at you in greeting. "Good evening, $title. I am Sir Benjamin of House Lilac. Sorry to steal your dancing partner, though I'm //sure// you'll find a better one." Julian's ears turn red at his brother's comment. He turns to you, apologetic. "Sorry, $title $name," he says, as his brother starts to pull him away. "I hope I'll see you again?" You look at Julian. "I hope so too." Julian and his brother walk away, toward a gathering of people in pale purple clothing. You watch for a moment, then turn away to find something else to do with your time. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"My father?" he repeats, his expression anxious. "He's thrilled to have seven sons. He was less enthusiastic when he found his youngest son to lack the qualities he admires." You stay silent as he talks, his voice shakes. "I wonder what I could have been if I only were //different//. Not a whimsy artist," he says, shaking his head. "I don't know why I'm even telling you this." "An artist?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you. "You're an artist?" "Not quite..." he says, "I guess I am a painter. Landscapes. Flowers. People. I //love// to paint people. But my paintings mean nothing." You stare at him curiously. "I'm sure your paintings mean //something//, even if you only paint for your own pleasure." His eyes drop to the floor. "I... I just never thought this could interest anyone. Painting is so often seen as a woman's hobby. Not that there's anything wrong with that..." "Gendered hobbies are ridiculous," you reply. "If you like to paint, that's all that matters. You will have to show me your work sometime." He hesitates, then smiles. "I’d like that. Showing you, I mean. If you're sure I wouldn't bore you." You smile back at him and he returns the gesture, looking truly happy for the first time that evening. [[Continue|End Convo with Julian]]

"$title $name..." he says, looking at you with a content expression. "I want to thank you for a wonderful conversation, and I..." Suddenly, a loud voice cuts him off. "JULIAN!" a man shouts. You and Julian turn to see who it is. Walking towards you is a young man, with the same white-blond hair and bright blue eyes as Julian. He also wears a purplish suit with white sprigs of lilac tucked into his hair. "//Julian//," the man repeats, "where have you been? Mother wants to introduce you to someone." "Ben, s- sorry," Julian replies. "I will go in a minute. Just let me say-" Ben, who must be Julian's brother, nods at you in greeting. "Good evening, $title. I am Sir Benjamin of House Lilac. Sorry to steal your conversation partner, though I'm //sure// you'll find a better one." Julian's ears turn red at his brother's comment. He turns to you, apologetic. "Sorry, $title $name," he says, as his brother starts to pull him away. "I hope I'll see you again?" You look at Julian. "I hope so too." Julian and his brother walk away, toward a gathering of people in pale purple clothing. You watch for a moment, then turn away to find something else to do with your time. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"Well... I consider myself a painter. Landscapes. Flowers. People. I //love// to paint people. So I guess that counts for something, right? None of my brothers think art is worthwhile." You stare at him. "That's //wonderful//, you should have said you're an artist sooner!" He smiles, eyes dropping to the floor. "I... I never thought anyone would be interested. Painting is so often seen as a woman's hobby. Not that there's anything wrong with that..." "Gendered hobbies are ridiculous," you reply. "If you like to paint, that's all that matters. You will have to show me your work sometime." "I’d like that. Showing you, I mean. If you're sure I won't bore you." You smile back at him and he returns the gesture, looking truly happy for the first time that evening. [[Continue|End Convo with Julian]]

Shaye grins and pulls you with them into a leap in the air. Their arms are strong as they guide you. You gasp at the sudden jump, your $haircolor hair tossled by the movement. "You really are a natural!" Shaye says. "We're like two birds in flight." Shaye whirls you into a spin, your feet moving fast, their hand firm on your waist. You smile as you turn again. The music jumps from note to note, your heartbeat in rythmn with the song. You and Shaye catch the eyes of the audience, the pastel party guests watching the dance floor. Your $clothing swirls with the moves of the dance, tangling with Shaye's peach colored clothes. The music rises and falls with a fast tune, until you are pulled into a last leap with Shaye as the music comes to an end. The onlookers erupt with cheers and applause. You grin and give a short bow. Shaye guides you off the dance floor with one hand, grinning wildly. [[Continue|After Dance with Shaye]]

The music jumps from note to note, your heartbeat in rythmn with the song. You and Shaye catch the eyes of the audience, the pastel party guests watching the dance floor. Your $clothing swirls with the moves of the dance, tangling with Shaye's peach colored clothes. The music rises and falls with a fast tune. "Woah," you say. "You're making me dizzy." Shaye steadies you with a firm hand. "You alright?" Their arms are strong as they guide you, slowing the dance movements a bit. "We can rest if you need to." Shaye says. "Just say the word." Shaye whirls you into a gentle spin, your feet moving fast, their hand firm on your waist. You look up to them and reply: [["Yes, I think I need a break."][$Shayerel+=1]] [["No, let's keep dancing!"][$Shayerel+=3]]

"I must refuse, Noble Shaye. I mean no offense to you. I'd rather keep my two feet here on the ground. Humans aren't meant to fly." They smile, unbothered, perhaps even amused. The lanternlight casts a warm glow across their brown skin, and their braids glisten as they tilt their head. "I understand, though perhaps I can change your mind about flying. Watch me." Shaye replies, stepping into the center of the dance floor. The music returns and lifts into a beautiful melody. Shaye begins to dance, every step precise, every gesture effortless. They glance back at you mid-spin, a charming smile playing on their lips. Their steps are fluid and careful, as if stepping on stones in a moving river. The next moment, they move as if they were river water themself. Shaye spins again, arms sweeping wide, the sleeves of their coat catching the air like wings. Their footsteps are gentle on the stone ground. They leap, as if earth's hold on them released for just a moment. Their peach pink garment flares outward like the aura of a star. Their long braids whip and spin like comet trails behind them. You wonder how they learned such wild and beautiful technique. Your heart flutters in your chest, goosebumps raised on your skin. The music rises and they leap, like a glistening starling, into the air. You hold your breath, watching as they twirl and return to the earth, their shoes kissing the ground lightly. The music fades and they end the performance in a graceful bow, one hand pressed to their chest. You notice their breaths rising and falling quickly. Applause erupts around you. You clap, impressed. Shaye rises slowly and meets your eyes. "Still certain humans aren’t meant to fly?" [[Admit you're impressed by them][$Shayerel+=4]] [[Act indifferent to their performance][$Shayerel-=2]]

"That was... exhilarating to watch. It really did look as if you were flying. I'm impressed." Shaye steps to the side of the dance floor, where you stand. A smile is plastered on their face. "Careful, $title $name, you’re making me blush," Shaye replies. "I'm glad you enjoyed my performance, though I still wish you would have graced me with a dance of our own." You give them a side glance, watching as they breathe heavily, their face flushed pink from the effort of their dance. [[Offer to fetch them a drink][$Shayerel+=2]] [[Thank them for the performance and excuse yourself]]

"Not bad. A bit dramatic, though," you say, acting unimpressed. Shaye tilts their head at you. "Then I’ll just have to show you something better sometime." "It wasn't a challenge, Noble Shaye," you reply. "I’ve already seen better. But I suppose it’ll do for a garden party." Shaye doesn't look wounded by your comments, but instead intrigued. They step closer to you. "You. You’re not so easily charmed. Say whatever you'd like but you //have// just offered me a challenge. I like that." You scoff at them and their strange personality. "You'd have to work harder to impress me. I'd like to see you try." Their face breaks into a crooked smile. "You'll see, $title $name. Until we meet again." Shaye turns back to the dance floor, towards the other graceful dancers dressed in light silks. You watch, then turn to leave, searching for something else to do. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"I think perhaps you'd like to join me for a drink instead? I'll go fetch us something refreshing." You propose, glancing toward the refreshment tables. "That would be lovely." Shaye replies, looking toward a garden bench toward the side of the courtyard. "I'll be over at that bench, meet me there?" You nod, already turning to the refreshment tables across the courtyard. The refreshment tables are bustling, lantern glow catching on glass pitchers of everything from fruit ciders to expensive wines. You spot a refreshing light drink, iced with a sprig of mint garnishing each glass. You grab two and head toward the bench where Shaye lounges. "Ah, my valiant hero returns," they say, accepting the glass."You sure know how to treat a dancer." You sit on the bench next to them as Shaye lifts the glass to their lips and takes a huge sip. They sigh with contentment, breathing fast. "Ah. Much needed, thank you," they say. You sip your own drink, your curiousity about Noble Shaye growing by the second. You decide to ask them a question. You begin to speak: [["How did you learn to dance like that?"|Shaye Dance Ques][$Shayerel+=2]] [["Are you alright? You seem tired."|Shaye Health Ques][$Shayerel+=4]] [["Tell me about House Violet"|Shaye HV Ques]]

"Perhaps another time, Noble Shaye. I must take my leave now. Thank you for the performance." You say, turning to leave. Shaye glances at you with an amused look. "Leaving so soon, $title $name? You'd think I was a bore to you. Why not stay?" You turn back, a reply on your lips: [["Do not overstep, Noble Shaye."][$Shayerel-=4]] [["Perhaps I'll see you another time"][$Shayerel+=1]] [["Perhaps I'd stay if you gave me a reason."][$Shayerel+=4]]

Noble Shaye stares at you with a strange expression, then sinks into a bow. “Forgive me, $title $name. I'll save my daring conversation for a more receptive audience." They say, their tone amused, yet respectful. Shaye turns to return to the dance floor, their two long braids whipping behind them. You leave the dance floor area and walk to find something else to amuse you. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

“Then I’ll be looking for your beautiful $eyecolor eyes in every crowd. ” Shaye says, a bit flirtatiously. "Farewell, $title $name. Until we see each other again." Their tone is dramatic as they give a small bow to you. "Goodbye, Noble Shaye," you reply, turning to leave. You walk across the courtyard, looking for something else to occupy your time. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

Shaye smirks at you before loudly gasping, drawing the eyes of onlookers. They lean closer to you, gray eyes wide. “$title, are you flirting with me?" Shaye replies with a cheeky smile. "How utterly //scandalous//.” You flush slightly at their words and dramatic actions. The onlookers around you giggle at the spectacle. Shaye tilts toward you, voice light and teasing. “Oh, $title $name, say things like that and I’ll start to think you're actually interested in me." You roll your eyes, thinking of how to respond. [[Play along with the flirting][$Shayerel+=4]] [[Deflect and offer to get a drink with them][$Shayerel+=2]]

You step closer to them, a teasing grin on your face. “And what if I do actually like you, Noble Shaye? Would that truly be so scandalous as you say?” The onlookers around you gasp and giggle. Shaye's amused expression falters for a second, before they laugh heartily at yout response. You gesture toward the refreshment tables across the courtyard. “Come on, let’s get a drink before you charm the rest of the courtyard.” [[Continue|Drink with Shaye]]

“Now who said I was flirting?” you ask with a small laugh, stepping away from them. Shaye grins at you. "Don't play all coy with me, $title." They warn, stepping closer. “Before rumors start swirling about our scandalous conversation, perhaps let's get a drink?" you say. Shaye grins wider at you. [[Continue|Drink with Shaye]]

The two of you walk to the refreshment tables across the courtyard. The tables are bustling, lantern glow catching on glass pitchers of everything from fruit ciders to expensive wines. You spot a refreshing light tea drink, iced with a sprig of mint garnishing each glass. You each grab one and head to a secluded bench at the edge of the courtyard to chat. You sit on the bench next to them as Shaye lifts the glass to their lips and takes a huge sip. They sigh with contentment, breathing fast. "Ah. Much needed." they say. You sip your own drink, your curiousity about Noble Shaye growing by the second. You decide to ask them a question. You begin to speak: [["How did you learn to dance like that?"|Shaye Dance Ques][$Shayerel+=2]] [["Are you alright? You seem tired."|Shaye Health Ques][$Shayerel+=4]] [["Tell me about House Violet"|Shaye HV Ques]]

"Tell me about House Violet," you request. Shaye looks at you with pride. "My Aunt and Uncle raised me in House Violet, and both of them were prized dancers in their day. Dancing runs in my veins." You listen intently, sipping your minty iced drink. "Are there any other dancers in House Violet?" "Yes, it's me and my sister," they reply. "Though she's much younger than me and could not attend tonight." They fall silent, sipping their tea. You watch them intently, their breathing rising and falling with their chest. They swirl the liquid in their glass. "It's just you four in House Violet?" you ask. Shaye's expression flickers for a moment. They then turn to you and grin. "Just us four. Fabled dancers of House Violet, carrying on our legacy." You look at them, wondering how such a small family house came to be. Your own House Carnation includes branching generations of nobles. Before you can ask anything else, Shaye notices some dancers waving them back onto the dance floor. "Apologies, $title $name. I may have promised some others I'd dance with them," they say, standing. "Perhaps I'll see you again?" You look at Shaye, illuminated by the lantern light. You reply: [["I'd love that. Now, don't keep them waiting."|Don't keep them waiting][$Shayerel+=1]] [["We'll see. I'm not so easily impressed."|Not easily impressed][$Shayerel+=2]] [["Only if you promise to save me another dance."|Save me a dance][$Shayerel+=5]]

"Are you alright? You seem tired," you say, concerned. Shaye looks at you, and their expression flickers for a moment. You watch them intently, their breathing rising and falling with their chest. "It's what a whole evening of dance can do to you, darling," they say, grinning. "Though I'm used to it, I'd dance a thousand more times just to make you smile." You blush, sipping your minty iced drink. "I think you deserve a break for now." They fall silent, sipping their tea, then swirling the liquid in their glass. The ice clinks gently as the glass tilts in their hand. You catch the way their slim fingers linger on the rim, the slight tightness in their jaw before they speak again. “Perhaps I'll sit a moment,” Shaye says. “Forgive me, I forget not everyone wants to spend an entire evening in constant dance.” You laugh. “You make it look effortless.” Their eyes flash at you, almost silvery in the light. "That's what I intend for, $title $name." They nudge your elbow before you can respond, raising their glass towards you. “For you, I’d dance until my legs give out. Just to have your eyes on me." “You could just ask me to stay and chat, not dance until your legs give out,” you reply. They tap a finger thoughtfully to their chin. “And ruin all my fun? Never.” Before you can ask anything else, Shaye notices some dancers waving them back onto the dance floor. "Apologies, $title $name. I may have promised some others I'd dance with them," they say, standing. "Perhaps I'll see you again?" You look at Shaye, illuminated by the lantern light. You reply: [["I'd love that. Now, don't keep them waiting."|Don't keep them waiting][$Shayerel+=1]] [["We'll see. I'm not so easily impressed."|Not easily impressed][$Shayerel+=2]] [["Only if you promise to save me another dance."|Save me a dance][$Shayerel+=5]]

"How did you learn to dance like that?" you ask. Shaye looks at you with pride. "My dancing? Well dance was taught to me as soon as I was born. My aunt and uncle raised me in House Violet. Both of them were prized dancers in their day." You listen intently, sipping your minty iced drink. "So you've been learning all your life?" "All my life, even in my dreams," they reply. They fall silent, sipping their tea. You watch them intently, their breathing rising and falling with their chest. They swirl the liquid in their glass. "Even in dreams?" you ask. "Surely not, don't you ever get sick of dancing all the time?" Shaye's expression flickers for a moment. They then turn to you and grin. "No. I wouldn't trade dance for anything. I couldn't live without it." Before you can ask anything else, Shaye notices some dancers waving them back onto the dance floor. "Apologies, $title $name. I may have promised some others I'd dance with them," they say, standing. "Perhaps I'll see you again?" You look at Shaye, illuminated by the lantern light. You reply: [["I'd love that. Now, don't keep them waiting."|Don't keep them waiting][$Shayerel+=1]] [["We'll see. I'm not so easily impressed."|Not easily impressed][$Shayerel+=2]] [["Only if you promise to save me another dance."|Save me a dance][$Shayerel+=5]]

Shaye leads you over to a garden bench and releases your hand slowly. Their chest rises and falls with fast breaths, cheeks flushed with exertion. “You danced beautifully, $title. I'm glad House Carnation has such a talented dancer to its name.” You put a hand to your chest, your breathing fast. Before you can think to reply, Shaye stands. “Wait here. Let me get you something to drink. Be back in a minute.” Without waiting for your protest, they leap off toward the refreshment tables in a blur of peach pink fabric. You relax onto the bench, grateful to sit after such an energetic dance, and wait for Shaye to return. [[Continue|Drink with Shaye After Dance]]

Shaye returns in a few minutes with a refreshing light drink in each hand. A sprig of mint garnishes each glass. They hand one to you. "Thank you," you say, accepting the glass. They sit on the bench next to you and lift the glass to their lips. They take a huge sip and sigh with contentment, breathing fast. "Ah. Much needed." they say. You sip your own drink, your curiousity about Noble Shaye growing by the second. You decide to ask them a question. You begin to speak: [["How did you learn to dance like that?"|Shaye Dance Ques][$Shayerel+=2]] [["Are you alright? You seem tired."|Shaye Health Ques][$Shayerel+=4]] [["Tell me about House Violet"|Shaye HV Ques]]

"Only if you promise to save me another dance," you reply. Shaye raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased with your response. “Then I shall owe you one, //darling//.” They offer a parting wave before turning to go. You look around, now that your company is gone, seeing if there is anything else of interest. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"We'll see. I'm not so easily impressed," you reply. Shaye smirks as they back away. “Then I’ll just have to keep trying. I don't give up so easily." You watch as they walk toward the dance floor. You set your empty glass down next to you. You look around, now that your company is gone, seeing if there is anything else of interest. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"I'd love that. Now, don't keep them waiting," you say softly. They offer a formal bow, their eyes lingering on you. "I try not to disappoint. Until next time, $title $name." They walk off onto the dance floor, glancing back at you once with a pleasant smile. You look around, now that your company is gone, seeing if there is anything else of interest. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

Shaye leads you off the dance floor with a firm grip. They seat you on a nearby garden bench, in a more secluded area of the courtyard than the dance floor. Their chest rises and falls with fast breaths, cheeks flushed with exertion. “Are you alright?” They ask. You put a hand to your chest, your breathing fast. Before you can think to reply, Shaye stands. “Wait here. Let me get you something to drink. Be back in a minute.” Without waiting for your protest, they leap off toward the refreshment tables in a blur of peach pink fabric. You relax onto the bench, grateful to sit after such an energetic dance, and wait for Shaye to return. [[Continue|Drink with Shaye After Dance]]

Shaye grins and pulls you with them into a leap in the air. You gasp at the sudden jump, your $haircolor hair tossled by the movement. "You really are a natural!" Shaye says. "We're like two birds in flight." The two of you twirl into a graceful spin. You smile as you turn again. Shaye's movements guide you flawlessly into a series of circular steps. You lean back, supported by their arms, watching the world spin behind you. The music rises with a flourish as you are pulled into a last leap with Shaye. The music fades and comes to an end. The onlookers erupt with cheers and applause. You grin and give a short bow. Shaye guides you off the dance floor with one hand, grinning wildly. [[Continue|After Dance with Shaye]]

"We were childhood friends. House Buttercup and House Hydrangea know each other well. We basically grew up together. Except, she's recently become so rude to me and only keeps to her little clique of ladies. These last few years... she's barely talked to me." "So, she was different as a child?" you ask, curious. "It's like she's a whole new person now. As a child she was much kinder. We'd escape our boring lessons and go to the forest brook, searching for frogs and snakes to scare our families with." He laughs, lost in memories. You listen. "She once caught a frog and snuck it into her parent's bedroom," he giggles. "They were so furious, but we laughed about it for days." You wonder how such a mischevious and happy child could have turned into the snarky and rude Lady Flavia you met today. "So...what happened?" you inquire. "I don't know," he replies simply. [[Continue|Percy Hides Moment]]

"There's a lady here that I used to know. We were childhood friends. We basically grew up together. Except, she's recently become so rude to me and only keeps to her little clique of ladies." "So, this woman, she was different as a child?" you ask, curious. "It's like she's a whole new person now. As a child she was much kinder. And way more fun. We used to escape our boring lessons and go to the forest brook, searching for frogs and snakes to scare our families with," he laughs, lost in memories. You listen. "She once caught a frog and snuck it into her parent's bedroom," he giggles. "They were so furious, but we laughed about it for days. Flavia was in so much trouble." //Flavia//. That's the name of this mystery woman. You try to remember if you know any noblewoman of that name, but nobody comes to mind. "So...what happened?" you inquire. "I have no idea," he replies simply. [[Continue|Percy Hides Moment]]

A pause in your conversation leads to a comfortable silence. Faint music can still be heard from the dancing in the courtyard, far across the gardens. Percy takes a deep breath and looks off into the distance, before noticing a woman in a pale blue dress walking across the garden path to the left, white hydrangeas tied through her long black braids. Percy immediately freezes, then jumps behind the garden bench, into a sprawling bush of shrub roses and purple butterfly bushes. The sudden action takes you by surprise and you can't help your laughter. "What was that about?" you say, turning and whispering to Percy, hidden in the bushes behind you. "Do NOT let my mother see me, $title $name," Percy replies. "//I implore you.//" Percy's mother, in her flowing ice-blue gown, begins to walk closer. You fall silent, trying to act natural as the woman spots you, lounging on a bench along the pathway. [[Hide Percy and feign ignorance][$Percyrel+=4]] [[Reveal to her where Percy is hiding][$Percyrel-=10]]

"$title $name," Percy's mother greets you, her eyes fall on the carnations in your $haircolor hair. "I was just speaking with Lady Beatrice, your mother. How nice to see you. I am Lady Jasira of House Hydrangea." You nod in greeting, staring up at her nervously. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Jasira." "I was wondering if you've seen my son anywhere. Percy. He's a young man, around your age. Brown skin, black hair. Has he walked by?" You stiffle a laugh and reply to her with a serious expression. "Yes, he's hiding in the rosebushes behind me." "Goodness, that boy is a headache. Percy come out from there!" Percy gives a groan and shuffles out from the shrubbery, a few loose leaves stuck in his hair. He clutches the hydrangea crown in one hand. His eyes glance to yours, annoyed. "Ma," Percy says, "I wasn't hiding from you, I promise-" "That's enough. Come with me, you've hidden from the party long enough. And bothering a $title of House Carnation? Unthinkable!" she scolds. "Sorry, $title $name," Percy says, rolling his eyes. "Come, Percy. Good evening, $title $name," Lady Jasira says, dragging Percy by his sleeve. [[Stay silent and watch Percy leave]] [[Assure her that Percy was not bothering you][$Percyrel+=3]]

"$title $name," Percy's mother greets you, her dark eyes fall on the carnations in your $haircolor hair. "I was just speaking with Lady Beatrice, your mother. How nice to see you. I am Lady Jasira of House Hydrangea." You nod in greeting, staring up at her nervously. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Jasira." "I was wondering if you've seen my son anywhere. Percy. He's a young man, around your age. Brown skin, black hair. Has he walked by?" You stiffle a laugh and reply to her with a serious expression. "No, I have not." "Goodness. That boy is a headache. I hope he's not getting into any incidents again. Where could he have wandered to?" "Perhaps check the pergola?" you suggest. She regards you with a strange look and gives you a short nod. "I see. Good evening, $title $name." She walks off, her long dress trailing behind her. After a moment, Percy's head peeks up from the shurbbery. "She's gone?" "Yes, she's gone. Now why don't you tell me why you're avoiding your own mother?" You ask. Percy looks at you sheepishly. [[Continue|Ask about why he hid from his mother]]

You walk towards the refreshments table, your eyes lingering over the various hors d'oeuvres and towers of sparkling drinks. Guests flit between the tables, tasting every delicacy imaginable. You select a dark red drink smelling of cranberries and bring the crystal glass to your lips. "I wouldn't if I were you." A sudden voice behind you startles you. You turn around and see a young woman with cascades of curled brown hair, a single red camellia tucked behind her ear. She wears a simple pale orange dress, contrasted against her olive skin. "That drink. The taste is particularly bitter." She says, gesturing to the glass in your hand. You set the drink down on a nearby table and cross your arms. "Well, what do you suggest instead?" She points to a tray of lavender colored drinks, each garnished with a sugared lemon. "Hm. Perhaps a lavender cordial with lemon? It's my favorite." [[Drink the cranberry drink][$Estellerel+=2]] [[Try the lavender cordial][$Estellerel+=3]] <<set $metEstelle to true>> <<set $relationshipsmenu = true>>\ <<set $Estellerel = 40>>

You disregard her comments and pick up your original cranberry drink, taking a huge sip. The young woman watches you, intrigued. The drink is sugary and tart at first, with hints of sweet orange. Then, an unpleasant bitter aftertaste fills your mouth, as if you were chewing on pithy citrus rinds. Your face scrunches with displeasure. The young woman looks at you, amused. Her jade green eyes glint in the light. "Told you so." You sigh, putting the cranberry drink down on the table and pushing it away. She steps closer to you, picking up two lavender drinks with a graceful hand. She hands one crystal glass to you. "I am Lady Estelle of House Camellia. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." "I am $title $name," you reply. "Of House Carnation." [[Continue|Drink with Estelle]]

You decide to follow her advice and pick up the lavender cordial. You bring the glass to your lips and sip, tasting a pleasant flavor with floral notes. The young woman watches you with her jade colored eyes. You look toward her, nodding at the glass in your hand. "You have good taste." She steps closer to you. "Hm. Taste. It's something I pride myself on." She replies, her voice smooth and deep. "Besides, I didn't want any other guest to sip that //unfortunate// drink." She plucks a lavender drink from the nearby tray and takes a sip, savoring the flavor with a contented sigh. She then glances at the carnations in your hair. "Though, you aren't just //any// guest, I suppose?" She must realize you are part of House Carnation. Though you're not technically //the host//, since that title is reserved for your mother, you're still a part of the hosting family. You flush, realizing you haven't introduced yourself. "I am $title $name, of House Carnation. If you're looking for the true host, it's my mother, Lady Beatrice." She dips her head in polite greeting. "I am Lady Estelle of House Camellia." [[Continue|Drink with Estelle]]

Estelle delicately sips from her glass, watching the dancing from afar as she leans against a nearby column. She's unbothered by the fuss of the party around her. Although she's stunningly beautiful, she seems to fade into the background of the festivities. "You must forgive my comments," she says, breaking the silence between you. "I don't mean to insult the refreshments of this event." You raise an eyebrow at her. "Hm? Your recommendation of drink is not an insult to my family's hosting skills." A contented smile touches her lips. "I'm glad you think that way. Sometimes my words are considered blunt," she replies, then mumbles, "...My //dear mother// has always told me so." She gives a slight shake of her head, rustling her unbraided curls, and for a moment, you remember the custom of the nobility. Long hair is braided for formal events, meant to represent tradition. Yet, hers falls loosely down her back, unbound. Silence hangs in the air as you drink in this image of the enigmatic Lady Estelle. [[Ask her why she wears her hair unbraided][$Estellerel+=2]] [[Let the silence continue]]

"May I ask you something, Lady Estelle?" you say softly. She turns her gaze toward you and nods once. You gesture toward her bronze colored curls. “Your hair, it's worn unbraided. For a formal event, that's quite... unusual." Her eyebrows flick upwards before she molds her expression into a restrained look. "Well, it's an unnecessary hassle to braid my curls, only to leave them knotted. I don't prefer the hairstyle. And I don’t desire to…look like everyone else." You notice the faintest shift in her voice. She turns her gaze to the crowd beyond the refreshment tables, where sounds of laughter glitter from afar. You stay quiet, watching her. The music around the dance floor swells. The partygoers sway, arm-in-arm, their bright garments swirling in the evening air. After a moment, Estelle sighs and gestures toward the festivities. "Dancing, laughing. Being the center of it all. I used to think I wanted to be a part of it." "It's not everyone's cup of tea," you reply, watching the waltzes from afar. She brushes a curl behind her ear. "Yet, I suppose there’s something exciting in all this, if you’re in the right mood.” Her voice trails off. You hesitate, then decide to ask her another question. [[Ask her about House Camellia][$Estellerel+=1]] [[Ask her about herself][$Estellerel+=5]]

Estelle turns her gaze to the crowd beyond the refreshment tables, where sounds of laughter glitter from afar. You stay quiet, watching her. The music around the dance floor swells. The partygoers sway, arm-in-arm, their bright garments swirling in the evening air. After a moment, Estelle sighs and gestures toward the festivities. "Dancing, laughing. Being the center of it all. I used to think I wanted to be a part of it." "It's not everyone's cup of tea," you reply, watching the waltzes from afar. She brushes a curl behind her ear. "Yet, I suppose there’s something exciting in all this, if you’re in the right mood.” Her voice trails off, her lips resting on the edge of her crystal glass. You hesitate, then decide to ask her another question. [[Ask her about House Camellia][$Estellerel+=1]]

"Tell me about House Camellia," you request. Estelle’s expression tenses. “House Camellia,” she says, her eyes refusing to meet yours. "It's a large family, if that's what you want to know. My grandfather is the patriarch. We keep a few neat estates in the east, priding ourselves on poise and elegance." Her words are firm and practiced. "And what of House Carnation? Your gardens are reputable, rightfully so," she continues, changing the subject. "We are celebrated for our gardens," you confirm, "But also for my mother, Lady Beatrice. She has painstakingly planned this celebration to keep the old traditions alive." "Tradition," she repeats, slowly. Her shoulders tensing. "What an odd word, when you think about it." Estelle sets her drink on the nearby table. Her statement lingers in the air between you. [[Ask why she dislikes tradition]]

"Tell me about yourself," you say to her. “Me?” she echoes. “You want to ask about me?” You nod. “Yes. I'm curious." "I am a daughter of House Camellia,” she says, her eyes refusing to meet yours. "It's a large family, if that's what you want to know. My grandfather is the patriarch. We keep a few neat estates in the east, priding ourselves on poise and elegance." "Not your noble house, Lady Estelle. I want to know about //you//." She blinks at you, her expression odd. For the first time since you've met her, she laughs. It's a clear, sparkling sound. "What could you possibly want to know?" she replies. "We are practically strangers." "That's why I asked," you say. "I'm not one to spill my secrets to you so easily," she says, a smile twitching her lips. "Though I'm honored to catch your curiosity." You stare at her, then let out a short laugh. "You're a strange woman, Lady Estelle." She sets her drink on the nearby table. "I can say the same about you, $title $name." A comfortable silence settles between you again. Estelle speaks again after a moment. [[Continue|Estelle Tradition]]

"Wait-" You call out. "Lady Estelle!" She stops, her shoulders tensed. You reach out, speaking again. "Lady Estelle, I understand what you mean, about tradition, I-" She spins to face you. "I apologize if I spoke too much." "No," you say. "Don't apologize." She raises her hand to stop you. "$title $name. I shouldn't have said all those things. I speak so often out of turn, though now you know I don't care for rules." You nod, watching as a camellia petal flutters from her hair. "$title, I quite liked talking to you, but now I need some time alone. Perhaps... I'll see you again?" You nod again, not knowing what to say, words caught in your throat. Estelle turns and walks away. She gives you a brief look over her shoulder, offering you a slight smile before slipping away into the throng of people surrounding the dance floor. You scan the crowd, trying to spot her sunset colored dress, but are only met with various other guests who crowd you with polite greetings. The other guests block your view, and Estelle is nowhere to be found. You sigh. Well, there must be something else to do while at this party. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

Estelle's figure slips into the crowd in a moment, almost as if she disappeared. You stay by the refreshment tables and finish your lavender cordial. Afterwards, you let your eyes roam the courtyard, searching for new entertainment. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

Flavia scoffs, her cheeks tinged with red. "Don’t flatter yourself. I was obliged. One must keep up appearances." Flavia steps into a graceful twirl, her posture perfect. She glares at you with intense eyes. "My, and I thought I was special, dancing with the firey-tempered Lady Flavia." You reply. "Well, you dance well enough," she adds after a beat, almost grudgingly. You pause your dancing, tilting your head amusingly at her. "Was that a compliment?" Flavia's face turns red, as she averts her eyes from yours. "Definitely not." The two of you spin as the music settles to its conclusion. You glance at Flavia. "Perhaps you really do want my attention." You say, gesturing to the clique of pastel ladies at the edge of the courtyard. "Perhaps you've been seeking the wrong attention." She rolls her eyes at you as she pulls you off the dance floor. "Our dance is over, $title." You stare at her as she brushes off her silky yellow dress, debating whether to say some parting words to her: [["And yet you didn't hate it."|End Dance with Flavia][$Flaviarel+=2]] [["Thank you for the dance, Lady Flavia."|End Dance with Flavia]] [["Tell me, was that your idea of flirting?"|End Dance with Flavia][$Flaviarel+=5]]

Flavia's smug expression falters. Her movements hesitate. "Attention? //Please//. I receive enough of that without trying." She twirls forcefully. "But if I //did// seek attention, it wouldn't be yours." You smile at her, undeterred. "You didn’t answer the question." Flavia’s jaw tightens, her brown eyes sharp. "I am not seeking your attention, $title $name. Where you got that notion, I don't know." "Then why are you here, dancing with //me//?" You reply, pulling her into a gentle twirl. "You could have just as easily refused." Flavia scoffs, her cheeks tinged with red. "Don’t flatter yourself. I was obliged. One must keep up appearances." "My, and I thought I was special, dancing with the firey-tempered Lady Flavia." You reply. "Well, you dance well enough," she adds after a beat, almost grudgingly. You pause your dancing, tilting your head amusingly at her. "Was that a compliment?" Flavia's face turns red, as she averts her eyes from yours. "Definitely not." The two of you spin as the music settles to its conclusion. You glance at Flavia. "Perhaps you really do want my attention." You say, gesturing to the clique of pastel ladies at the edge of the courtyard. "Perhaps you've been seeking the wrong attention." She rolls her eyes at you as she pulls you off the dance floor. "Our dance is over, $title." You stare at her as she brushes off her silky yellow dress, debating whether to say some parting words to her: [["And yet you didn't hate it."|End Dance with Flavia][$Flaviarel+=2]] [["Thank you for the dance, Lady Flavia."|End Dance with Flavia]] [["Tell me, was that your idea of flirting?"|End Dance with Flavia][$Flaviarel+=5]]

Flavia scoffs at you, her face still flushed red. "//Goodbye//, $title $name. I hope I won't have to see your face again tonight." Her words are still sharp, but less so than before. Almost as if she wants you to contradict her. She gives you a side glance before turning to walk away. Flavia sweeps her flowing buttercup yellow skirts, storming back to her group of giggling ladies. You watch, then turn to look around the rest of the courtyard. Perhaps another dance partner awaits. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

You walk toward the pergola, where sprawling vines and dangling blooms of wisteria decorate the area. Guests lounge on divans under shaded canopies, faces glowing in the lantern light. Conversations enchant the air around you as you walk in your own silence. Glimpses of gossip and entertaining stories catch your ear. You stroll around the pergola and under various arbors of clinging vines. Your head turns to take in the image of the glamorous guests under the evening sky. It's peaceful here, a bit quieter than the dance floor. Suddenly, you bump into someone. You take a quick step back, murmuring, “Oh! I’m so sorry!" The man before you doesn't flinch. He’s dressed in a dark gray suit, his presence a contrast to the brightness around him. His skin is tanned, his hair a cool dark brown. He studies you with maroon colored eyes. “Clearly,” he says, voice flat. He doesn’t move aside. His eyes trace over the flowers in your hair. “You’re of House Carnation, aren’t you?” he asks. You nod. "Yes, I'm $title $name." "Of course." He replies dismissively, then steps aside. "Well, carry on, then. I’m sure you’ve guests to delight.” He turns away, as if already done with the exchange. You frown. [[Ask him his name]] <<set $metRenan to true>> <<set $relationshipsmenu = true>>\ <<set $Renanrel = 50>>

You hesitate before saying, “You know my name. It’s only fair I know yours.” He pauses, his posture stiff, mouth taut. “Lord Renan,” he says at last, voice disinterested. He turns to face you again. “Of House Dahlia." You notice a single deep magenta petal pinned to his lapel. He catches you looking at the simple mark of his noble house. “These events are for people who enjoy being looked at. I do //not//,” he says, voice low. Your eyes flick away from his clothes. [[Ask why he's so rude][$Renanrel-=2]] [[Ask about House Dahlia][$Renanrel-=4]]

“Is being insufferably rude your way of surviving this party?” His lips twitch. “No. It’s my way of surviving conversations such as these.” You arch a brow, upset at his sour words. “You’ve quite the talent for making people feel unwelcome. I'm glad House Dahlia isn't hosting. I don't think you'd be able to handle it.” Renan's eyes narrow at you. “Good. I have no concerns over hosting frivolous parties. I'd rather avoid them altogether.” He exhales quietly. [[Ask about House Dahlia][$Renanrel-=1]] [[Ask him why he dislikes parties][$Renanrel+=5]]

You glance again at the petal pinned to his clothes. “House Dahlia. I'm afraid I know nothing about your family." "No need to know anything, $title," he replies shortly. "My family is a withered remnant of a noble past." His dark hair falls over his eyes. [[Ask what he means by 'withered remnant'][$Renanrel-=1]] [[Ask about his family][$Renanrel-=4]]

"What do you mean, //withered remnant//?" you ask. Renan sighs at your question, his face irritated. "House Dahlia no longer boasts a vast extended family with a golden lineage. It is scarcely three people now." You look at him, surprised. Noble houses usually extend to generations of individuals. There is often one leader, called an elder, matriarch, or patriarch. Leadership is bestowed upon the children of the leader when they decide to step down. Your mother, Lady Beatrice, rules House Carnation, though you have various aunts, uncles, and more cousins than you can count on your fingers. You wonder how House Dahlia came to become so tiny. [[Ask about his family][$Renanrel-=1]]

"And what is your family like?" you ask. His gaze sharpens, his fingers twitch. “My family is complicated,” he says carefully. “I am... an heir of House Dahlia. I have...” He stops talking, brushing his hand through his hair. "//An// heir? You say it like you're not the only one." you inquire. "I have a twin brother," he says, voice dry. His lips go silent as he gazes off toward the pergola. [[Press him for more][$Renanrel-=5]] [[Change the subject][$Renanrel+=6]]

You glance at his dark expression. "Why do you dislike parties so much? It's only one night." "I dislike pointless frivolity and meaningless conversation," he replies. “These events are merely performances.” He pauses, his gaze tracking a pair of noble young men laughing near the edge of the pergola. His fingers brush the petal at his lapel, but he doesn't seem aware that he’s doing it. He finally looks at you, his hand falling back to his side. “I’ve never cared for performing.” Then he adds, more flatly, “But others do.” [[Ask about his family][$Renanrel-=4]] [[Ask why he's here, at a party][$Renanrel+=4]]

You step closer to Renan, your curiosity apparent. “But only one of you can inherit, right?” A shadow flickers across his expression. "That doesn't concern you, $title $name." You fall silent, watching him. [[Apologize and change the subject|Change the subject][$Renanrel+=4]] [[Ask more about his twin][$Renanrel-=4]]

You notice the way his body tenses and his gaze turns from you. Whatever has occurred between him and his brother is not meant for a garden party conversation. “I didn’t realize the pergola would be this beautiful at night.” you say, changing the subject. "I often come out here during the day, but I've never seen my family's gardens so decorated and populated before." Renan turns his head back to you and blinks, his expression softening a bit. His gaze flicks upward to the thick canopy of wisteria and soft-glowing lanterns, then to the people lounging about in their finery. “It’s... tolerable,” he says. “They’ve gone to great lengths to make everything look effortless.” He brushes his hand through his hair. “Your mother seems to have thought of everything.” You smile faintly. “She usually does.” After a moment, Lord Renan clears his throat. "I apologize for my initial rudeness before." "It's alright," you reply. He continues, "I must leave you to your festivities now, $title $name. Have a pleasant evening." You watch as Lord Renan turns and walks in the opposite direction, his dark gray suit noticeable among the candy-colored attire of the other guests. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"Then why are //you// here? At a party?" "It was not my choice," he replies. "The matriarch of our family required it." "Is anyone else from House Dahlia here tonight?" You inquire, looking around yourself. He pauses, looking away. "No." "No? So the matriarch only sent you? When you didn't even want to go?" you repeat, shaking your head. "Couldn't they have sent someone else?" He freezes, his face unreadable. After a moment he looks at you with an odd expression. "No...?" His voice is higher than before, as if he's questioning his own words. You look at him skeptically. "Are you sure about that?" He sighs. "They could have sent someone else, but //he// recommended me to go instead." You tilt your head at him. "Who's //he//?" His eyes narrow, his expression dark. "....my twin brother." "Oh! A twin?" you reply. "How interesting." Renan's expression tenses. [[Ask more about his twin][$Renanrel-=4]] [[Change the subject][$Renanrel+=5]]

You look him in his dark eyes, eager to learn more. “Your brother, what is he like? Is he here tonight?" He steps away from you, a frustrated look on his face. "No." "Does he look like you?" you inquire. "Are you-" Renan glares at you, his patience growing thin. "No. Now, I'm not here to entertain your childish questions." You're about to protest when he raises his hand at you and turns to leave. "Goodbye, $title. Enjoy your party." You watch as he leaves, wondering if Lord Renan would consider it improper to go chasing after him. However, it may be a good idea to apologize to him. [[Apologize to Renan][$Renanrel+=3]] [[Let him walk away][$Renanrel-=4]]

[[History & Tradition]] [[House Carnation]] [[House Poppy]] [[House Lilac]] [[House Buttercup]] [[House Hydrangea]] [[House Dahlia]] [[House Camellia]] [[House Violet]] <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

//The Carnation - a flower of love, devotion, and fascination.// House Carnation is a medium sized noble house with a large estate in the western countryside. This house tends to keep to themselves, as they are farther away from any large city or bustling town square. This means that you did not have much interaction with other nobles during your childhood. You grew up among your various cousins and under the instruction of your mother, Lady Beatrice, who is the current matriarch of the family. You are closest with your younger cousins Lady Penelope and Lord Alexsander. Recently, Lady Beatrice has brought back the old traditions of celebrating the equinoxes and solstices. Some houses applaud her efforts in preserving the power and significance of noble houses, others aren't so fond of her work. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

//The Lilac - a flower associated with the first emotions of love, youth, innocence, and spring renewal.// House Lilac is a medium-sized noble family. Lady Ciara and Lord Reidar currently rule in power together over their lands. They have seven young sons, whom they praise to be trained in the arts of swordsmanship and chivalry. Each of the sons is knighted, giving them the title of "Sir" upon introduction. This is seen as an honor to some, while others dislike the training of young men during peacetime. House Lilac resides by the far northwest, on a grand estate. Sir Julian is the youngest son of this household. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

//The Poppy - a flower associated with sleep, peace, death, and remembrance.// A small noble family with ties to ancient rituals and folklore. Lady Vanessa, an elderly woman, is the current matriarch. She has a fondness for the old traditions and seeks to restore the cultural celebrations of the nobility. House Poppy has a small estate to the north. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

//The Buttercup - associated with childhood, joy, sarcasm, ingratitude, riches, and happiness.// House Buttercup is a large noble family. The illustrious elder Lord Renatus is the patriarch of the family, with three daughters and fourteen grandchildren. This family resides in the southern capital city, Khortos, in various estates and grand buildings in the city center. Lady Flavia is a granddaughter of the patriarch. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

//The Hydrangea - a flower with many meanings, including heartfelt emotion, gratitude, understanding, apologies, boastfulness, and a desire for deep understanding.// House Hydrangea is a large noble family originally from the southern capital city, Khortos. Now, they have many estates throughout the southern lands. Lord Percy is a son of House Hydrangea's matriarch, Lady Jasira. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

//The Dahlia - a bright flower with ties to elegance, dignity, abundance, as well as instability.// House Dahlia is a very small sized noble family, residing far to the southwest in an estate near vast mountains and sprawling fields. Lord Renan is a son of House Dahlia's Lady Alondra, the matriarch of the family. Lady Alondra has one other son, Lord Leon. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

//The Camellia - a symbol of steadfastness, perfect loveliness, excellence, and longing.// House Camellia is a large sized noble family from the southeast, where they run a beautiful estate nearing the coast. House Camellia has strong ties to tradition. Lady Estelle is a daughter of House Camellia's Lady Mika, a cousin to the current patriarch, Lord Durai. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

//The Violet - associated with modesty, humility, daydreaming, and faithfulness. // House Violet is a tiny noble family from the northern city of Lorategia, where they have a modest manor estate. There are only four family members of this noble family. There is not much known about House Violet other than their history of skillful dancers and wise elders. Noble Shaye is a child of House Violet's late Lady Katerina, the sister of the patriarch. Lord Alden and Lady Dealla are the current leaders of House Violet. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

The continent of Jardin is a vast land, ranging from northern mountains to the southeast oceans. Nobles are the elite rulers of the lands, presiding over the cities, towns, and villages of the country in their councils. These lineages are associated with a particular flower. The oldest and most prominent one is House Rose, whose leader is usually seen as a monarch. These noble houses vary from large families of multiple branching generations, to small families of only a handful of people. The larger and older a family is, the more power and influence it tends to have. You are part of House Carnation, a medium sized family living in a large estate in the countryside. In older times, nobles would gather to celebrate the solstices and the equinoxes, though this tradition has fallen out of practice in recent times. Your mother, Lady Beatrice, is working to restore these traditions. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>

Your mother sits up straighter. "$name, thank goodness it's just you. I was looking for you earlier, though I was caught in some conversation with Lady Jasira. Where have you been?" "Mother," you say, sitting across from her and adjusting your $clothing. "I was busy talking with people, you know. Like you said to?" Your mother nods and sighs. "Yes, I'm glad you've been interacting with the guests. Though the other nobles have mixed opinions on this entire event." She lets out another heavy sigh, the kind that lets you know //something// is wrong. "$name, I am starting to wonder if this entire celebration is a mistake." She frowns at her own words, gazing off into the distance. "What do you mean?" "The other nobles have too many opinions on the tradition of celebrating solstices and equinoxes. I just wanted..." she pauses, her breath shaky. "I just wanted to continue what I thought was a sweet tradition." She gives you a slightly forced smile and continues. "Though enough of my troubles, did you meet anyone interesting tonight?" [[Ask her about the mixed opinions of the nobles]] [[Tell her of the people you've met tonight]] <<set $desJulian to false>><<set $desFlavia to false>><<set $desEstelle to false>><<set $desRenan to false>><<set $desShaye to false>><<set $desPercy to false>>

"Mother, what do you mean by 'mixed opinions of the nobles'?" "Oh, don't worry about it. Some houses are in support of the celebrations, saying it's a way to show our power, influence, and wealth. Others say it's a shame our efforts go toward our own exclusive, indulgent festivities while the common watch from afar." A light breeze wafts through the gazebo, bringing the fragrance of jasmine into the air. "Long ago these celebrations were a festival of seasons, celebrating four different marks of nature's cycle. Spring, renewal of foliage and flowers. I heard it was once a festival for a goddess." "...a goddess?" Your mother continues, "Yes. That was centuries ago, a goddess of renewal. Now the holiday is rarely celebrated, though I've been //trying// to bring it back." "Was the other equinox once a festival for another goddess?" "I'm not sure, though perhaps these solstices and equinoxes were all once dedicated to folklore," she replies, deep in thought. "However, some of these houses are right. Perhaps it's all just an indulgent and needless festival." Silence envelops the two of you, your faces blue in the twilight dusk. Laughter and boisterous music can be heard from afar. "I've heard rumors that the commonfolk despise my efforts." She shakes her head, as if to dispel the negative energy. "But enough of my issues. Tell me who you've met tonight." [[Tell her of the people you met]]

"Well, I have run into a few different young nobles this evening," you say, thinking of your interactions. "The first who comes to mind is..." <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>>

"...Sir Julian of House Lilac." Your mother nods approvingly. "House Lilac. Known for their seven knighted sons. I've heard good stories about their valiant deeds." "I see," you reply. She smiles. "Lady Ciara and Lord Reidar are such good company, and their sons must be so as well. Tell me about this Sir Julian fellow." You gather your thoughts. "I thought Sir Julian was..." <<link "\"...a nice conversation partner.\"" "describe Julian 2">><</link>> <<link "\"...wonderful.\"" "describe Julian 2">><<set $Julianrel +=5>><</link>> <<link "\"...too timid.\"" "describe Julian 2">><<set $Julianrel -=5>><</link>> <<set $desJulian to true>>

"...Lady Flavia of House Buttercup. She has a strong personality." Your mother nods in agreement. "I've heard she's quite the dancer with a firey temprement. What did you think of her?" You reply simply. "Lady Flavia is..." <<link "\"...strangely intriguing.\"" "describe Flavia 2">><<set $Flaviarel +=5>><</link>> <<link "\"...a jealous woman.\"" "describe Flavia 2">><<set $Flaviarel +=2>><</link>> <<link "\"...a rude woman.\"" "describe Flavia 2">><<set $Flaviarel -=2>><</link>> <<set $desFlavia to true>>

"...Lady Estelle of House Camellia. I met her at the refreshment tables." Your mother tilts her head. "My, my... there are so many young women of House Camellia that I'm afraid I am not familiar with a Lady Estelle." "I only saw her for a brief moment anyways," you reply. Your mother seems lost in thought. "...House Camellia, quite a reputable family. What did you think of the young lady?" You pause to think for a moment. "I thought Lady Estelle was quite..." <<link "\"...strange.\"" "describe Estelle 2">><</link>> <<link "\"...intriguing.\"" "describe Estelle 2">><<set $Estellerel +=5>><</link>> <<link "\"...unimpressive\"" "describe Estelle 2">><<set $Estellerel -=5>><</link>> <<set $desEstelle to true>>

"...Lord Renan of House Dahlia. I bumped into him by the pergola." You mother sighs. "House Dahlia. I've heard it has dwindled in size now. I guess my invitation only reached one of the brothers." "You mean...?" "There are only three nobles in House Dahlia, Lady Alondra and her sons Leon and Renan. I'm surprised any of them attended." "Well, Lord Renan is..." <<link "\"...a secretive man.\"" "describe Renan 2">><</link>> <<link "\"...rude, yet surprising.\"" "describe Renan 2">><<set $Renanrel +=5>><</link>> <<link "\"...rude and snappish.\"" "describe Renan 2">><<set $Renanrel -=2>><</link>> <<set $desRenan to true>>

"...Noble Shaye of House Violet, by the dance floor in the courtyard." You mother breaks into a smile. "Ah! The uncontested star of dancing tonight. That young person has so much skill and energy. What did you think of them?" "Noble Shaye seemed to be..." <<link "\"...a charming young noble.\"" "describe Shaye 3">><<set $Shayerel +=5>><</link>> <<link "\"...over-the-top dramatic.\"" "describe Shaye 2">><<set $Shayerel -=5>><</link>> <<link "\"...uninteresting to me.\"" "describe Shaye 2">><<set $Shayerel -=1>><</link>> <<set $desShaye to true>>

"...Lord Percy of House Hydrangea. I met him while I was walking around the gardens." "Ah! Lady Jasira's unmanageable son. I've heard my share of stories about the young man this evening. He didn't give you any trouble now, did he?" "No, no. He was just hiding from his mother when I met him," you say. Your mother adjusts a carnation in her hair. "Hm... and what what your impression of this young man?" "Well, he was definitely..." <<link "\"...unremarkable.\"" "describe Percy 2">><</link>> <<link "\"...a delight to talk to.\"" "describe Percy 3">><<set $Percyrel +=5>><</link>> <<link "\"...annoying.\"" "describe Percy 2">><<set $Percyrel -=5>><</link>> <<set $desPercy to true>>

You mother laughs softly. "I've heard that some of House Camellia's young women are quite reserved, even a bit odd. A few years ago there was a rumor of one falling in love with a commoner!" She laughs again. "Though I'm not sure of how truthful that story is. Now, tell me who else you've met." "I also ran into..." <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>> <<if $desJulian is true and $desFlavia is true and $desEstelle is true and $desRenan is true and $desShaye is true and $desPercy is true>>[["That's everyone I've met tonight"]]<</if>>

Your mother grins. "Well I am glad you at least greeted a son of House Lilac, they are a very influential family. Now, tell me who else you've met." "I also met..." <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>> <<if $desJulian is true and $desFlavia is true and $desEstelle is true and $desRenan is true and $desShaye is true and $desPercy is true>>[["That's everyone I've met tonight"]]<</if>>

Your mother meets your eyes. "The Dahlia family has been acting quite strange for generations now." "How so?" you inquire. "Their bloodline has suffered. It's a miracle that their house is still alive. Yet now tragedy seems to strike them relentlessly. Two sons, and only one may inherit the title of patriarch and leader." "So the brothers hate each other? And where is their father?" You mother contemplates for a moment. "I'm not sure. To be honest, Lady Alondra has been most secretive of how she had borne these twins, almost twenty five years ago now. No one knows." She pauses, her eyes closed. "Let's talk of something else. Who else have you met tonight?" <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>> <<if $desJulian is true and $desFlavia is true and $desEstelle is true and $desRenan is true and $desShaye is true and $desPercy is true>>[["That's everyone I've met tonight"]]<</if>>

Your mother's lips purse. "Now, be nice. Lord Percy is a nice young man, although Lady Jasira has many qualms about him." You nod at your mother, not wanting to speak ill of her friend's son. "Well if Lord Percy was not a good impression on you, perhaps you've met another guest tonight you want to talk of?" <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>> <<if $desJulian is true and $desFlavia is true and $desEstelle is true and $desRenan is true and $desShaye is true and $desPercy is true>>[["That's everyone I've met tonight"]]<</if>>

Your mother nods at your answer, agreeing with you. "Lady Flavia is quite a strange woman. Lady Jasira has told me of Flavia's childhood friendship with her son Percy. It's a shame she only keeps to her clique of ladies now." "I wonder what happened between them..." "No matter," your mother continues, "Let's not form suppositions on the falling out of childhood friends. Now who else have you met?" <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>> <<if $desJulian is true and $desFlavia is true and $desEstelle is true and $desRenan is true and $desShaye is true and $desPercy is true>>[["That's everyone I've met tonight"]]<</if>>

Your mother considers your words. "I believe Noble Shaye is a most talented artist in dance. I don't know where you got such a strange opinion about them." You shrug. Your mother sighs. "Well now, has anyone else made an impression on you tonight?" <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>> <<if $desJulian is true and $desFlavia is true and $desEstelle is true and $desRenan is true and $desShaye is true and $desPercy is true>>[["That's everyone I've met tonight"]]<</if>>

Your mother looks at you with a pleased expression. "I'm surprised at how many young nobles you've talked to." "Mother, it's a party, of course I've talked to people." "Yes, I know, dear." Her gaze wanders past the blooming jasmine of the gazebo, towards the festivities in the distance. She brings a hand to her hair, adjusting the pale pink carnations. Her gold-embroidered sleeve ripples in the wind. “The evening has just begun,” she says, lost in thought. “Have you decided who you’ll dance with during the ceremony?” //The ceremony?.// You almost forgot that tonight’s main event features a special dance for all the young nobles. You remember your mother mentioning an old traditional dance set to the recitation of a poem. As the child of the party’s host, all eyes will look toward you as an example. You haven’t decided on a suitable partner yet. You shake your head. Lady Beatrice looks at you, then sighs. “Alright. According to records, we haven’t performed this ceremony in almost 70 years,” your mother says. “Make sure to choose a suitable partner. I don’t want anything going awry.” [[Continue|Beatrice Convo]]

Your mother laughs heartily. "Charming indeed! House Violet should be proud of such an accomplished young dancer." "Truly." "Who else have you run in to tonight?" <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>> <<if $desJulian is true and $desFlavia is true and $desEstelle is true and $desRenan is true and $desShaye is true and $desPercy is true>>[["That's everyone I've met tonight"]]<</if>>

"Wonderful! I'm glad that young noble was a delight. Perhaps Lady Jasira is too harsh on him." Your mother thinks for a second, her hand on her chin. "Nevertheless, it's not my place to talk of House Hydrangea's parenting style. Anyone else you've met tonight?" <<if $desJulian is false>> [[Sir Julian|describe Julian]]<</if>> <<if $desFlavia is false>> [[Lady Flavia|describe Flavia]]<</if>> <<if $desEstelle is false>> [[Lady Estelle|describe Estelle]]<</if>> <<if $desRenan is false>> [[Lord Renan|describe Renan]]<</if>> <<if $desShaye is false>> [[Noble Shaye|describe Shaye]]<</if>> <<if $desPercy is false>> [[Lord Percy|describe Percy]]<</if>> <<if $desJulian is true and $desFlavia is true and $desEstelle is true and $desRenan is true and $desShaye is true and $desPercy is true>>[["That's everyone I've met tonight"]]<</if>>

Welcome to ''The Garden Party'', an interactive fiction story! In the vast continent of Jardin, noble families rule from their stately manors. The influence of these families varies. Some hold local power over small villages, while others own vast expanses of land. This includes towns, cities, and villages of the common people. Each house is associated with a particular flower. The most powerful is House Rose, an ancient and elusive family. You play as the customizable main character from House Carnation, a medium sized noble house residing in the western countryside. Your upbringing was calm, as your mother kept you away from the eyes of prying nobles. You did not have much interaction with other families during your childhood. You spent your days roaming the estate, playing with your many cousins, and attending lessons with your tutor. However, your mother has decided to bring the old traditions back — specifically the celebration of the spring equinox. Families will be attending from far across the continent. You know tonight will mean meeting hundreds of nobles you've never seen before. Will you find yourself dancing with beautiful strangers? engaged with petty gossip? Meeting admirers in the garden pathways? Or avoiding the festivities altogether? Your interactions, opinions, and choices will influence the outcome of your story. <<button "Begin">> <<goto [[Intro]]>> <</button>>

You watch as Lord Renan turns and walks in the opposite direction, his dark gray suit noticeable among the candy-colored attire of the other guests. You gaze around the pergola, then decide to walk back toward the main courtyard. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"Lord Renan, wait!" you say, running after him. He turns, his face scrunched in annoyance. "$title $name, I request that you leave me at once." "I'm sorry!" you exclaim. His eyes widen. "I'm sorry I asked about that stuff, I really apologize. I meant no offense, I promise." He regards you for a moment, then sighs. "I'm sure you meant no offense. Though, thank you, for the apology." You give him a polite smile. He runs a hand through his hair, a contemplative expression on his face. "$title $name, I suppose I owe you an apology as well. I'm not usually so... snappish," he says, maroon eyes meeting yours. An evening breeze ruffles through his dark hair. Stray wisteria petals fall around the two of you. "I must be on my way now, I don't want to keep you from the festivities," he says. "You won't come join me?" you ask. He shakes his head. "I would only bore you. Though I hope-" he cuts himself off. "Hope what?" you inquire. He shakes his head again. "Nothing. Goodbye now, $title $name," he replies. You watch as he turns and leaves, his gray suit slipping into the brightly colored crowd and then disappearing. You gaze around the pergola, then decide to walk back toward the main courtyard. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"Why do your shoulders tense every time I mention tradition?" you ask, before taking another sip of your drink. Estelle furrows her eyebrows before attempting to relax her posture. "Hm? I do //not//." "But you do," you repeat, curious about her strange reactions. "Why?" For the first time this evening, she seems at a loss for words. After a long moment, she responds, "...I'll answer your question, but only if you tell me what 'tradition' means to you." You think of how to reply to her, finally settling on a definition: [[Tradition is behavior, like hosting parties][$Estellerel+=1]] [[Tradition is language, like formal speech][$Estellerel+=1]] [[Tradition is belief, like religion and law][$Estellerel+=2]]

"Tradition, it's like this party. It's just something we do. Holidays, events, stuff like that," you say. She inclines her head slightly, mulling over your response. "I see." "Was that the wrong answer?" you ask, a hint of amusement in your voice. "No. There are no wrong answers, but there are ones I don't expect," she says, meeting your eyes again. "Don't expect?" you reiterate. "I suppose I do owe you an explanation now, since you've indulged my questions," she replies. [[Continue|Estelle Explains]]

"Tradition, it's language. How we speak to others, how we keep our formal titles. It's just something we do," you say. She inclines her head slightly, mulling over your response. "I see." "Was that the wrong answer?" you ask, a hint of amusement in your voice. "No. There are no wrong answers, but there are ones I don't expect," she says, meeting your eyes again. "Don't expect?" you reiterate. "I suppose I do owe you an explanation now, since you've indulged my questions," she replies. [[Continue|Estelle Explains]]

"Tradition, it is our beliefs. It's the customs and rules that we have," you say. She tilts her head and pouts her lip, mulling over your response. "I see." "Was that the wrong answer?" you ask. "No. There are no wrong answers, but there are ones I don't... prefer," she says, meeting your eyes again. "Prefer?" you reiterate. She brushes a lock of hair from her face. "Your definition is exactly why I dislike tradition. Well, I suppose I do owe you an explanation now, since you've indulged my questions," she replies. [[Continue|Estelle Explains]]

"Tradition, to me, means rules and laws. It means the expectation to be willing, silent, without complaint," she says. You stay quiet, listening to her softly spoken words. "I don't exactly dislike the glitzy parts of tradition," she reveals, gazing at the festivities. "The dancing, the music, it can be something exciting." "I'm sensing that there's a 'however' you're about to say," you tell her. She nods. "However, dancing is not just dancing in this situation. I wonder what we're trying to say by bringing all this... back." Her words are calculated, though a bit dangerous. She's not outright insulting your mother's decision to bring the traditional celebrations back, but she's questioning it. You can see why she dislikes rules and expectations. You stare at her. "And by that you mean?" "All this dancing between young nobles. The older ones in deep conversation about everything from gossip to alliances. Don't you see?" "See what?" you say. She sighs and turns to you. "Tradition is not solely about fancy parties and festivities. Our traditions are centered around power, control, and marriage." You pause, considering the meaning of her words. She sighs again, exasperated. "Apologies, I don't mean to bore you with this type of talk." [[Tell her you understand her views][$Estellerel+=5]] [[Confront her for insulting your mother's efforts][$Estellerel-=7]] [[Stay silent][$Estellerel+=1]]

"$title $name," she says softly, "what do you think of all this?" She gestures to the party around the two of you. "You mean bringing back the equinox parties, the traditions?" you reply. Her expression tenses. "Tradition... what does that word mean to you?" You can tell this is an important topic for her. You meet her jade eyes. "And if I answer your question, what do I get in return?" you ask. She gives you a hint of a smile. "Then I'll tell you what it means to me." You think of how to reply to her, finally settling on a definition: [[Tradition is behavior, like hosting parties][$Estellerel+=1]] [[Tradition is language, like formal speech][$Estellerel+=1]] [[Tradition is belief, like religion and law][$Estellerel+=2]]

"No, you don't bore me. I'm starting to understand what you mean. Tradition... can be detrimental." Her eyes light up and her posture straightens. "You see! I'm worried that nobility's return to old traditions, no matter the purpose, could be harmful." "My mother does not mean to incite harm. I believe she only wanted to host parties again for social reasons." "I wish my family could see it that way," Estelle replies with a look of frustration. "They see this return to tradition as a way to glorify our patriarch's values. Values that are averse to change." You regard her with an interested expression. "I'm sorry." Estelle laughs, her voice melodic. "It's not your fault, $title $name. It's House Camellia's problem to bear." [[Ask her more about these values][$Estellerel+=3]] [[Ask more about the patriarch]]

"I'll admit, I'm upset you've insulted my mother's efforts for this equinox party," you say. "I've said it's not everyone's cup of tea, but-" "Forgive me," Estelle interrupts. "I do not mean to insult your mother's party. I merely...." You stare at her, listening. "Go on." "I often speak out of turn. Please accept my humblest apologies." She seems to be genuine about her apology, even dipping her head with politeness. Her eyes fixate on the ground in front of her. [[Accept her apology][$Estellerel+=3]] [[Refuse her apology][$Estellerel-=5]]

You stay silent, thinking over her opinion on tradition. Estelle fidgets with the red camellia in her hair. She seems lost in her own thoughts, until her melodic voice speaks up again. "$title, I quite liked talking to you, but now I need some time alone. Perhaps... I'll see you again?" You nod again, not knowing what to say, words caught in your throat. Estelle turns and walks away. She gives you a brief look over her shoulder, offering you a smile before slipping away into the throng of people surrounding the dance floor. You scan the crowd, trying to spot her sunset colored dress, but are only met with various other guests who crowd you with polite greetings. The other guests block your view, and Estelle is nowhere to be found. You sigh. Well, there must be something else to do while at this party. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"These values you've mentioned, what do you mean by them?" Estelle plucks the red camellia from behind her ear and studies it, running her fingers along the petals. "In House Camellia, our patriarch has certain ideas he sees as law. Ideas about women. Ideas about marriage. Ideas about nobility." She frowns, a petal pinched between her nails. "What do you mean?" you ask, eyes trained on her. "He values passive women, whom he can marry off. Women who don't have opinions that differ from his own." You frown. "I'm guessing..." "Yes," she says, "women who are not like me." [[Let her talk more][$Estellerel+=2]] [[Sympathize with her][$Estellerel+=1]]

"Your house's patriarch, what's he like?" Estelle's mouth twists. "Old. He's ancient." Estelle plucks the red camellia from behind her ear and studies it, running her fingers along the petals. You watch each of her graceful actions. "In House Camellia, our patriarch has certain ideas he sees as law. Ideas about women. Ideas about marriage. Ideas about nobility." She frowns, a petal pinched between her nails. "What do you mean?" you ask, eyes trained on her. "He values passive women, whom he can marry off. Women who don't have opinions that differ from his own." You frown. "I'm guessing..." "Yes," she says, "women who are not like me." [[Let her talk more][$Estellerel+=2]] [[Sympathize with her][$Estellerel+=1]]

"I'm sure you meant no harm," you say. "Thank you for your apology." Estelle stays quiet, lifting her jade eyes to look at you. Her pale orange dress reflects the lantern light around her. A few moments of silence gather between you. After a minute, she speaks again. "Thank you for your conversation, $title. I shouldn’t keep you. You must have other guests to charm," she says. She walks away without waiting to hear a response, her sunset colored dress fluttering around her ankles. [[Go after her][$Estellerel+=3]] [[Watch and leave|Stay and look around]]

"You've insulted House Carnation with your comments," you say. "I'd prefer it you refrained from spreading such opinions while you're a guest here." She dips her head in apology again, then lifts her jade eyes to meet yours. "I will not. You have my word." Her voice has lost it's melodic quality, her words firm and unemotional. "Good," you reply to her. Her face drops into an unreadable expression. "Thank you for your conversation, $title $name," she says flatly. "I must take my leave now." She turns, her sunset colored dress fluttering around her ankles as she walks away. You stay by the refreshment tables and finish your lavender cordial. Afterwards, you let your eyes roam the courtyard, searching for new entertainment. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

You keep quiet, allowing her to continue. "...He's talked so much about marrying me off. I think he just wants to be rid of me," she says. You watch as she crushes the camellia flower in her hand, sending petals scattering to the ground. "Marriage?" you say quietly. "He seeks to arrange a marriage with House Peony. My mother agrees with him." "//Arrange// a marriage?" you repeat. She lets out a strained laugh. "This would never be my own choice. This is why tradition has become an enemy to me. Because tradition means //I don't have a choice//." You watch as she drops the remnants of the camellia she's holding to the floor. [[Continue|Estelle leaves]]

"It must be tough, having to live with such strict rules," you say. She glances at you. "I'm not looking for pity." "I never said you were," you reply. "I'm offering you sympathy." She flicks her eyes away. "I mean this in the nicest way, but $title $name, but how could you possibly understand?" You frown. "I don't know why you've trusted me, but I'm trying to offer you comfort." She sighs and turns closer to you. "You're right, my apologies. I'm stressed and I'm tired. Tired of hearing that I'll be married off soon-" "Marriage?" you ask. "The patriarch of House Camellia. He wants to marry me with a noble from House Peony. I think he just wants to be rid of me," she says. You watch as she crushes the camellia flower in her hand, sending petals scattering to the ground. "//Arrange// a marriage?" you repeat. She lets out a strained laugh. "This would never be my own choice. This is why tradition has become an enemy to me. Because tradition means //I don't have a choice//." You watch as she drops the remnants of the camellia she's holding to the floor. [[Continue|Estelle leaves]]

You think about what she's revealed to you. Arranged marriages are not unheard of, yet they've become less common among younger generations. Yet, Estelle is set to marry someone she did not choose. You watch as she gazes at the dancing from afar, then traces her eyes over the guests at the nearby refreshment tables. You stand beside her, not knowing what to say, words caught in your throat. "$title," Estelle says, her voice low. "I must take my leave now. Perhaps... I'll see you again?" She watches your expression for a moment. "...sure, Lady Estelle," you reply. "I'd like that." Estelle turns and walks away. She gives you a brief look over her shoulder, offering you a slight smile before slipping away into the throng of people surrounding the dance floor. You scan the crowd, trying to spot her sunset colored dress, but are only met with various other guests who crowd you with polite greetings. You sigh. Well, there must be something else to do while at this party. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

As you turn to leave, you hear the snap of a fan opening. You glance behind you to see Flavia watching you, her fan open wide. Her lips part, as if she wants to say something. A woman next to her, dressed in a gaudy pink gown, whispers something in her ear. Flavia frowns, then shakes her head and turns to the conversation around her. You turn your back on her again, walking away, not sure how to interpret Flavia’s rude and strange behavior. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

You keep silent and watch as Percy and his mother leave, hearing Lady Jasira's piercing voice scold him all the way down the pathway. After another moment, you rise to stand, looking around yourself. Perhaps it's time to return to the main celebration. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"Wait-" you say, rising from your seat. "Lord Percy was not bothering me." Lady Jasira raises her eyebrows. Percy lifts his gaze toward yours, giving you a pleading look. "Hm." Lady Jasira replies, unconvinced. "You must not feel oblidged to defend him, $title $name-" "I promise you, Lady Jasira, that he was not bothering me. In fact, we were having a pleasant conversation just a few moments ago." "Pleasant conversation? With //my// son?" she repeats. "That somehow ended up with him hiding in a rosebush?" Percy snorts a short laugh, before catching himself and pretending to cough. Lady Jasira shoots him an annoyed look. "My son... talking peacefully with another noble for once?" she repeats. "Ma, don't say that like it's never happened before." Percy says. Lady Jasira and Lord Percy seem to forget that you're even listening. "Percy, do not interrupt," Lady Jasira says, her hand at her temple. "Most conversations you have with other nobles end up with them becoming the victim of some absurd joke." "Hey! Not always...." Percy replies. "I don't want a repeat of the rat incident, or the card incident-" "MA! I'm sure $title $name here gets the point," Percy says, embarrased. [[Continue|Jasira leaves]]

Lady Jasira turns her attention to you, then back to her son. "Hm. Well, I suppose if you've learned to behave yourself for once, I'll allow you to finish your conversation with $title $name." Percy let's out a relieved breath. "Oh Thank-" "However," Lady Jasira cuts him off. "Meet me by the pergola in no less than ten minutes. No exceptions. No excuses." Lady Jasira then nods at you. "Good evening, $title $name, excuse me." You both watch as Lady Jasira floats down the pathway in her icy blue gown, heels tapping against the stone. Percy watches her, his expression hinting at disbelief. [[Ask about the 'incidents' Lady Jasira mentioned][$Percyrel+=2]] [[Ask about why he hid from his mother]]

"So.... care to explain the 'rat incident' or, what was the other one?" you ask, a smile on your lips. Percy and you sit back on the bench as he replies, "Oh, my mother's exaggerating. The rat incident is when I set a rat loose during a waltz at a party. It didn't hurt anyone! I swear!" "...and the other one?" you prompt. "Ah. The card one. I kept switching all the little labels on pastries during a tea party. Everyone kept arguing on which one was which." [[Scold him for pranking people][$Percyrel-=5]] [[Applaud his pranks][$Percyrel+=2]]

<<if previous() is "Jasira leaves">> "Why don't you tell me why you tried to avoid your own mother?" You ask. Percy looks at you with a guilty expression. <</if>> "Ah. Either she's trying to keep me out of trouble, or she's trying to get me to dance. Or maybe both. I have no interest in dancing though." He says, slipping back to his seat next to you. A few stray leaves are still stuck to his hair. "It's not so bad," You reply. "Though it does get tiring." He shakes his head. "I'm just not a dancer, never have been, never will be." [[Ask what he means by 'trouble'][$Percyrel+=1]] [[Ask about House Hydrangea]]

"You know, you should not play pranks like these, you could end up harming someone," you say. Percy frowns. "I know, $title $name. I really swear I haven't played pranks on anyone in a while!" "Were you going to play a prank on me then? When I was sitting here before?" you ask. "No," Percy says, firmly. "Well, I thought about it, sure. But I realized I might get in trouble if you're from House Carnation. I have judgement skills, you know." "Hmph. So you would've played some tricky joke if I //hadn't// been from House Carnation, is that it?" Percy freezes and sheepishly puts a hand behind his neck. "No, I promise I wouldn't have played any prank on you, regardless." "Hm?" you repeat, skeptically. "Really?" "I like mischief, but I'm not cruel," Percy replies. A moment of tense silence passes between you. A soft evening breeze rustles your hair. Percy stands, adjusting his hydrangea crown atop his head. "Alright, $title $name," he says. "I really shouldn't keep my mother waiting. Who knows what she'll do if I keep avoiding her all night." He turns to leave, giving you a wave and a smile. You watch as he saunters down the pathway to your right. You wait a moment, then decide to head back toward the main celebration. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"Lord Percy, you might just be a genius in hilarity. I'd love to see one of these stunts in real life. I can't imagine the look on peoples faces." "Then perhaps you'll help me plan something?" Percy suggests, his hazel eyes glinting. "Though it has to be another time. My mother will kill me if I step out of line tonight." You nod in agreement. "Maybe we'll find frogs at a creek somewhere and set it loose at a tea party or something." He throws back his head with a hearty laugh. "Now you're talking, $title $name. I never would've guessed you're the mischevious type." "You'll learn I'm not all you may expect," you say with a smile. "I like that about you," Percy replies. "I'm not all you might expect either." You both sit in silence and gaze up at the stars for a moment. The evening air rustles your hair. After a bit, Percy stands and places the hydrangea crown back on his head. "Alright, $title $name," he says. "I really shouldn't keep my mother waiting. Who knows what she'll do if I keep avoiding her all night." He turns to leave, giving you a wave and a smile. You watch as he saunters down the pathway to your right. You wait a moment, then decide to head back toward the main celebration. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

"So.... care to explain why Lady Jasira is trying to keep you out of trouble?" "Oh," Percy says, the corners of his mouth twitching. "She means what she calls 'incidents' — when I play a prank or cook up a joke or get myself into situations. She even has specific names for them. The rat incident, the card incident-" "Rat incident?" Percy laughs. "Oh, my I wish you could've seen it. The rat incident is when I set a rat loose during a waltz at a party. But it didn't hurt anyone! I swear!" "...and the other one?" you prompt. "Ah. The card one. I kept switching all the little labels on pastries during a tea party. Everyone kept arguing on which one was which." [[Scold him for pranking people][$Percyrel-=5]] [[Applaud his pranks][$Percyrel+=2]]

"So that was your mom, Lady Jasira, but I want to know more about House Hydrangea," you say. Percy lets out a sigh. "Sure. We live way south of here. My mother runs our main estate in a big property by the ocean. I have more cousins than stars in the sky, to be honest. But I have three little siblings. All younger, though my brother's just about my height now." He smiles at the thought, pushing a black braid behind his ear. "I always liked having a brother. He's always sticking up for me in front of our mom, even though he's six years younger." A light breeze rustles the rosebushes nearby, sending flower petals scattering across your lap. "Anything else you want to know?" Percy asks. [[Ask about how he gets into trouble|Ask what he means by 'trouble'][$Percyrel+=1]] [[Ask more about his brother][$Percyrel+=3]]

"Your brother, he seems like a nice kid," you say. "He really is," Percy nods, his expression warm. "He's better at all this nobility stuff. He always knows what to say. I never do." "You hold a good conversation though, Lord Percy," you reply. "Not in the way he does, my brother Aaron." He pauses, leaning his head back to look up at the sky. "And this conversation doesn't count. You're easy to talk to, $title $name." You laugh at his strange remark. "Is that a compliment?" "Maybe," he says, turning his face toward you. "You're different from the other nobles. Some of them act as if everything revolves around only them. You don't act that way." You stay silent as he gazes back up at the sky, listiening intently. "My mother wants me to act that way. To //want// my title of 'Lord Percy', to spend my days confined to the estate," he continues. He lets out a sigh and then stands, adjusting the hydrangea crown atop his head. "Alright. I think it's time for me to go find my mother. I really shouldn't keep her waiting. Who knows what she'll do if I keep avoiding her all night." "I understand," you reply. "Good-bye." "Hope to see you again, $title $name," Percy replies. He turns to leave, giving you a wave and a smile. You watch as he saunters down the pathway to your right. You wait a moment, then decide to head back toward the main celebration. <<link "Continue" "Side of the Courtyard">><</link>>

“Perhaps,” your mother begins to suggest, “you may consider choosing one of the people you’ve met tonight.” You nod. “I’ll think about it.” Lady Beatrice begins to shift her embroidered skirts as she stands. “Alright, $name. I’ve been away from the party for too long. I must return. Will you join me?” You look up at her and give your head a slight shake. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit. I need some time alone.” “I understand, but do not forget to return for the ceremonial dance,” your mother reminds you. With a kind smile, she sweeps her pink gown onto the pathway, giving you a wave goodbye. You watch your mother as she disappears into the winding pathways of shrubbery. [[Continue|Gazebo alone]]

The gazebo grows quiet, save for the gentle chirping of crickets in the distance. A single lantern creaks on its silver chain, adding to the little symphony of the evening. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the evening breezes soothe you. A few minutes pass in silence, until you hear footsteps coming from the left. You turn your head and see two familiar faces — Lady Penelope and Lord Alexsander, your cousins from House Carnation. The two of them are as close as younger siblings to you. “$name!” Penelope exclaims upon seeing you lounging in the gazebo. “Where have you been?” The two of them race over to the gazebo, shuffling over to sit next to you. Penelope is a round faced teenage girl with almond colored skin and dark eyes. Her long brown hair is braided into one strand with orange carnations. Alex shares similar features, though he’s tall and lanky, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Both of them are younger than you. Alex has evidently entered early teenage years, as his face sports a scattering of pink spots and his hair is brushed messily over one eye. “$name?” Penelope repeats. “I’m just taking a moment away from the festivities,” you reply. “How have you two been?” Alex rolls his eyes, self-consciously picking at the green and white carnations in his hair. “...fine.” Penelope laughs and ruffles her younger brother’s hair, her golden bangles jangling like wind chimes. “Be nice, Alex!” she scolds. “He’s just upset he can’t hole up in his room all night,” Penelope adds in a teasing tone. Alex’s ears turn red. “Pe-ne-lo-pe!” he grumbles, trying to flatten out his messy hair. You laugh at their antics. They’ve always been your silly baby cousins. “Alright, cut it out you two,” you say. Both of them settle down and sit on either side of you. [[Continue|Convo with cousins]]

"Aunt Beatrice’s party is so wonderful,” Penelope mentions. “I’ve never seen so many nobles in one place before!” Alex crosses his arms and grumbles to himself, “...and //I// never want to see this many again.” “It is truly remarkable,” Penelope adds, ignoring him. “I’ve even met some lovely new friends tonight! A nice young man from House Freesia said my dress was extravagant.” Penelope runs her hands over the embroidery and silk details on her light blue dress. “That’s very nice,” you reply. “I’ve met a few new acquaintances myself.” Penelope’s eyes light up. “Ooooh, $name. How wonderful! ” Alex rolls his eyes, uninterested by the conversation. He seems to be lost in thought. You briefly consider trying to pull him into the conversation or doing something to cheer him up. [[Try to pull Alex into the conversation]] [[Cheer Alex up]]

Alex’s face turns a pale shade of pink. “No, just some people my age….” Penelope smirks. “Maybe you’ll ask one of them to dance later?” Alex shoots her a look, burrowing his face in his shirt collar. “Hmph. No way. Maybe you’ll ask that Freesia boy to dance.” Penelope grins wider. “Maybe I //will//. Well, we’re all supposed to choose someone to dance with. But enough of that. We have some interesting gossip to discuss.” You glance between them, wondering what sort of mischief they’ve gotten themselves into. [[Listen|Gossip sharing]]

“Alex,” you prompt tentatively. “The party will be over before you know it, then you can return to...um…” “Sulking around?” Penelope offers. Alex mumbles at her as she laughs. “Don’t provoke your brother, Penelope,” you say. “I don’t sulk,” Alex says with a pout. “And not everyone is like //you//, who wants to be at a party for hours.” Penelope thinks for a moment, her hand on her chin. “Well, the party isn’t over yet. Plus, We’ve got some interesting gossip to discuss.” [[Listen|Gossip sharing]]

"Go on," you say to Penelope. “Alex and I were by the refreshment tables earlier when I heard two people start to discuss something… odd,” Penelope replies. “I only caught a few words like ‘big surprise’ and ‘need to stay hidden’ before they looked around and moved to the southern path, out of earshot.” Alex clears his throat. “That’s where I come in, since Penelope’s //so noisy//, I was the one who followed them through the southern pathways to listen in on their conversation.” You listen closely, wondering what these strangers were discussing. “I was able to listen to bits and pieces of their conversation. They seemed to be talking about the ceremonial dance, then mentioned something about a ‘very special guest.’ We were wondering who they could be talking about…” Alex continues. “Hm. My mother said nothing of a special guest tonight. I wouldn’t think too much about it…” you reply. “But, $name, don’t you think it’s odd?” Penelope questions, examining your expression. [[Assure them that it’s probably nothing]] [[Tell them to keep their guard up]]

“You two are looking for mischief, aren’t you?” you tease, poking their shoulders. “There’s no need to worry about the conversation of strangers. Besides, the real concern is why you were sneaking around.” They both wear slightly guilty expressions before Penelope breaks into a grin. “Alright you’re probably right, $name.” “Hmph.” Alex replies. “But what if-” “Like I said, don’t worry,” you repeat. “No more sneaking around. Plus, it’s nearly time for the ceremonial dance. Let’s head back toward the center of the garden.” Penelope and Alex rise with you, walking back on the pathway toward the lights and dancing. [[Continue|Ceremonial Dance]]

“Hmmm I’ll admit it’s a little odd. Just keep your guard up. Maybe someone’s just planning a prank of some sort?” you reply. “You think so?” Alex says, his expression intense. “Should we tell Aunt Beatrice?” Penelope asks. “No, the conversation between two strangers is none of our business, to be honest. Don’t worry too much about it. Just keep an eye out for anything odd.” “Hmph.” Alex replies. “But what if-” “Like I said, don’t worry,” you repeat. “And no more sneaking around. Plus, it’s nearly time for the ceremonial dance. Let’s head back toward the center of the garden.” Penelope and Alex rise with you, walking back on the pathway toward the lights and dancing. [[Continue|Ceremonial Dance]]

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