Courtly sauntered into the courtyard, wearing a knee length red dress that fanned out at the waist. Over it she wore a fuzzy black vest, and black knee length boots. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, held by a green ribbon tied into a bow. She smiled warmly at Eliza and waved to her.
Victoria, pleased at the current circumstances, walked out onto the courtyard. She wore a red coat, a long-sleeved, dark green dress underneath, red leggings and green boots with fur. The only accessories she wore were gloves, her Edan family necklace - a phoenix and earmuffs. Being opportunistic, she considered the celebrations as a chance to gain further allies.
Grace walked out, wearing a red jumper, jeans and boots, as well as a black coat and ear muffs. She disliked this time of year, due to her past, and only bothered to come to the event because she was looking for someone.
Hekate skipped down the stairs and into the courtyard, her navy party dress bouncing with her. She wore tan colored knee length uggs, and her auburn hair was let down, flowing over her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall. "Happy Holidays," she exclaimed, greeting Grace.
Natashka waltzed into the courtyard with an euphoric grin plastered across her face. If there was anything she loved, then it had to be the christmas spirit. She wore some warm and elegant leggings, leather brown ankle boots, a white cotton sweater with red patterns, a beige trench coat and a comfy red winter hat.
He slipped in through the door with his hands shoved into his pockets and hung at the back of the crowd. He wore a pair of jeans, leather boots and a blue, buttoned-up shirt, with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Nothing, except for his santa hat, screamed christmas.
"Sure I am," he said with a grin, "means free drinks and reason to get drunk without being judged," he replied before glancing around, "though," he confessed, "this isn't a party with booze. Rather dull," he snorted before glancing at Natashka, "I think it's a horrible day–far too cold, I like the boiling hot where you can cook eggs on the asphalt. That's nice weather. This is miserable."
"Of course, for someone with a temper like you, the temperature must match your personality," she sighed, shaking her head in disbelief.Courtly glanced at Natashka and smiled, "Hello... I don't think we've met."
She snickered, patting the taller female on the shoulder. "Oh, you mean Pretty Boy. We're not necessarily friends... More like dates. In fact he was supposed to meet me here awhile ago... Anyway, where's Roger? I'm sure the duke would've shown up by now... He's not one to be late."
"Yes, and while you do that, the world will explode too." Courtly pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking her notifications bar. She was startled when she received several messages from an unknown number. She coughed nervously and looked up, shoving her phone back into the pocket of her jacket.
"Huh?" Her eyes widened when she realized what he was talking about. "Oh, oh no. My last boyfriend died like a year ago. From then on, I don't really date. I consider it bad luck for whoever I'm dating. I actually don't even know who texted me and how they got my number..."
"You are... You know what? Nevermind. This person didn't send me... you know what. They told me to meet them in Lunarbucks, but I'm probably not going to go. Knowing what happened to Scarlet, they are probably a murderer or something."
Watching Nate walk off with Courtly, Victoria smirked. Then she looked back at the celebration, and found Grace in the corner, talking to Helena - which was somewhat dangerous because she knew the family secret involving those two. This prompted her to talk to Caelum. "Have you talked to Grace recently?"
She glanced up at the sky for a moment to think, and then began to talk. "Well... Xander died in a plane crash, Luke disappeared, Eric was kidnapped.... I don't know. Most of my boyfriends have either died, disappeared, or something else bad happened to them."
Courtly could immediately tell something bad relating to this topic had happened, so she decided to drift away from it. "So, it's probably not one of them. That squares it down to possibly angry subjects, just random murderers, and people who want to take over the throne."
She huffed, "Don't say anything. To everyone else, I am duchess. Just... a really important one. To them the princess of the Air Kingdom disappeared a long time ago, but really I'm right here. I'm not ready to rule a kingdom, that's why I left."
He stared at her, "I know you," he said, "I think we played together when we were kids." He was an ass, he knew that, and so it wasn't really...in him to keep it a secret. If anyone asked, he probably would reveal it but...he was also the type to not really bother doing anything that required that much effort. Revealing a missing princess? Who cared.
She slipped her phone out of her pocket and let out a brisk snort when she found two more messages from the unknown number. "Good news, stranger is on their way so we're early. Bad news, they know I brought you with me."
Heading back to the party, he rose an eyebrow at Grace and Caelum before wandering over to Victoria, "dear gods, I'd interrupt the love birds but I don't think I'd be welcome," he said as he scratched his cheek, "whatever did you do?"
"Do we?" He asked with a slow blink, "are you sure the person wasn't just one who was forgotten to be placed on the family tree? We do have a lot of family members, I wouldn't be surprised if one was just skipped over."
A figure wearing a long coat stood at the alleyway's entrance. They snapped to get Courtly's attention. This individual wore a mask that hid their face including their eyes, but somehow they were able to still breath and see. The collar of the buttoned up coat was flipped up, a fedora covered the person's head, keeping them hidden. "Nice seeing you Court," they spoke, keeping their voice monotone and leveled, so it was practically impossible to tell what gender they were.
Courtly turned around slowly, and examined the stranger before glaring at them. "No one calls me that anymore." This is what began the two's conversation. After a few minutes the stranger turned to leave and Courtly let out a sigh of relief.
"I remember you," they continued. "You used to be such a happy and merry soul. Oh what happened to you now, some may wonder." Unbeknownst to the two, the stranger was smirking under their mask. "Go ahead, take a shot at me. But I disappear very quickly."
"I don't think many people do," he said with a shrug, "merry is so overdone nowadays, I found myself nothing but cliche." His eyes flicked over the persons shoulders at Courtly before looking back over to the person, "are you a boy or a girl? I can't really tell."