The Winter Faerie's page

"I hope the Lady Rose above forgives me. For if anyone was overly competitive tonight, it was most assuredly I. Well played everyone, I had fun muchly," he says as his color noticeably improves.

The costumed servant notices a stray handkerchief and picks it up off the floor to return it. She takes on a look of disbelief when she notices the blood.

"Umm... sir? Are you all right? Do you need anything?" she asks the handkerchief's owner.

The Faerie blushes at the attention, even moreso at the gesture. "Um..." she tries to answer, entirely unsure of how to reply. A chuckle and a slight gesture from the onlooking Snow Princess gives the Faerie a bit more certainty.

"All right?" the servant replies, still not entirely sure of what is to come.

When the Winter Faerie is dancing, her common upbringing is certainly on display. She lacks the precision of a lady educated in such matters, but seems to know what to do and where to place her feet.

The Carpenter pays no heed to any of the comments or sneers of disdain. He seems to be intent on breaking a sweat, regardless of the social outcome.

The Faerie looks a bit unsure as she approaches the Carpenter, holding a silver tray with both a glass and an envelope.

"...Milord?" she asks, once she is close enough to get his attention. "Is your partner around?"

Inside the glass is a delicious wine. Inside the envelope is a Harrow-sized card, its face depicting a Witch.

The servant looks unsure of herself for a moment, biting her lip as she holds the platinum piece. She glances around, then quietly pockets the piece while smiling and nodding to the Carpenter, after which she scurries off to the kitchens.

The Samurai joins the Carpenter at the fruit punch, but gives a sigh upon looking into the bowl and instead begins looking for another servant to bring him wine.

The servant is a bit later than she (and the Samurai) wished, but she hurries over as quickly as she can. There is a surprised look on her face when the Samurai takes the full platter from her hands.

The servant seems surprised when she peers inside the newly-revealed secret place. "It's not mine, that's for sure..." she says, while examining it with wide-eyed curiosity. "I've never seen this before."

The servant, unsure of whether her behavior is entirely appropriate, approaches the Kuthona Rat as he peers inside the hostess's wall.

"Sir," she delicately says to him. "...What are you doing there?"

Nearly right behind the Samurai comes one of the house staff, dressed in a white sheer gossamer costume akin to that of a faerie. She seems to almost tiptoe over to the Samurai in order to hand him a full wine glass.

As she steps away, she spots the Kuthona Rat, and walks over to the now-opened secret panel, wondering what the Rat has discovered. Beyond the panel is a small shelf. The shelf is empty, but there is a faint lingering smell; discerning noses may detect that some sort of rice wine was once stored here.