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Looking around himself Quintilius felt sadden by the lack of guests, "Joie, didn't Guy and Percy say they had sent invites to all they could locate?" "Milord they did, if you are sadden would you like me to have them go out once more?" "No, no, its okay, it would have been nice although if more people had attened, but then again there is still time and my wine casks are not nearly so empty as they should be nor will be."

Fortune upon taking Mordrid name announced him to all assembled, which was few so far. Making his way across the hall he met with Mordrid, "I bid you welcome, as host of this fete, I de Marquis Quintilius de Montreve offer what I can, if it is wine you desire or something else then ask and I shall see what I can do."

She got an invite once she headed back to the Court or Morgan Lefaye. Though her eyes showed excitement, her face had a dead stare at the single piece of paper. She wasn't feeling that well, but she came anyway. Feena, on the other hand, decided not to go, since she is a phantom thief, she doesn't like too much company. Sakura had a different outfit on than the one she was wearing at the court. She had her hair up in two ponytails, some bells tied in her hair, silver bells. She had a simular french maids dress but the dress was black and lavender. Lavender to represent her enchanting side and black to represent her dead side, since she is part angel after all. She was carrying a violin behind her, incase if she wanted to play the violin for the guests.

He asked around and found out so quickly? A disturbing thought for Mordris. But he walked up to the two of them interested. Sakura was indeed beautiful, and if the violin was there for more than decoration it would be good to hear some music. "I don't belive I've had the pleasure of meeting you." he bowed "Mordrid LaFaye."

"Then my apologies Milady Sakura, I am Quintilius de Montreve." His eyes sparkled with a giddiness brought on not just from wine but also from new company, at last he has a place in which he could escape from that inferno court that labled him as nothing more then an inncolent whelp leading a life of decadence. Here while he would still live in decadence he could at least ignore ideas of the court and freely follow the path of his making. In the last world he had been failing as a merchant, now was his chance to take it up again. "If you would be so kind as to play for us, I'm sure I can grant something in return and if I have nothing of value to match what is given then you may make what ever claim upon me, be it my soul or anything else."

"Yes i know Morgan, i stay in the same school she and i will be teaching in" Sakura said as she placed some stray strands of lavender hair behind her ears, just to get her hair ouot of her lavender eyes that always give warmth to the cold. She switched her gaze upon Quintilius de Montreve. He reminded her of Mary Magdalene, a saint that Sakura called her 'mother.' Since her real mother abandoned, she even called Sakura a monster and couldn't bare to look at Sakura. Just because she was half shadowmancer.

"Oh no! You don't have to give anything in return! I would love to play just for the fun of it!" she exclaimed with a pure smile as she pulled the voilin out of the case. You would think a violin would be made out of expensive wood, but in Sakura's case, it was made out of pure glass. You could see your own reflection casted upon it. Sakura called it the mirror beyond the looking glass.

"I think i'll play On My Own From Les Miserables" she said as she placed her bow, which was made out of glass also, and played like she was a professional playing in a spring garden in Provence. SHe played extravalent, her notes gorgeous as she brought her emotions into the song. Like she could feel the pain, the love, the hunger of disire. But Sakura was a rare type of person, she's the type that would put other's needs in front of her's. That was the selfish part of her.

((I have to go and get ready for a dinner dance..i might be able to get online around 9:45 northeast american time))

((Hey, kiddies, since Pale's literaly going roman down at her place, why don't we just say she got exhausted and went home? *pleads, gets out little begger's cup and pleads some more*))

He heard the music coming and lightly took Kia's hand. "Shall we dance?" a teasing smirk came over his face. She hadn't been there for the last time when he practically did a number of poor Ophelia when she was his dance partner. But the music was too clam for anything really wild, and he decided to go with easy this time.

Indeed, Rayne finally found her way to the... party. If Pale hadn't sent out that message to her about it, she would have become a bum that stays in her room all day. 'Maybe it will be good to get out...' She thought as she snagged a drink and walked off to a comfy looking couch. Once she placed herself on it, her eyes wandered around the crowd, her trying to pick out what she knew and didn't. So many unfamiliar faces... She really hoped she would see Pale there to maybe introduce her to some of the people.. Or just someone she remembered meeting in general before her moment of absence.