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The Winter Drake bows to all whom address him and once the last guest has exited, motions to the orchestra. The two members at the very start of the evening slowly lower the wires holding him in place.

With what is clearly a pained step, he shrugs and the costume slowly comes apart. revealing, the Marquis Tarn Davric, he lays down on the ground and does a kippup... which results in the audible cracking of his back from the compression he experienced throughout the evening. He puts on his black hat with a long red feather and bows.

"It has been a pleasure to observe such people and to play through the mysteries of the evening. However i must remember to attend as something a tad bigger...ouch."

The Winter Drake continues to play, though as the hours draw on...it is clear that he is tiring. From time to time, he switches his tiny clawed fingered hands in playing. All the while he continues to observe the room to the best of his ability.

The Winter Drake watches each player in the game, with practiced eyes, his claws still working the lyre masterfully. The rainbow shades of the Borealis, flash once or twice with the lighting and once again ethereal snow falls among the crowd.

The Winter Drake peers in interest with the turn of events, his head turns to watch the coming plays of the game. A shower of ethereal, rises above him and his rainbow colored wings to slightly cool the air around him... even if for in instant.

All the while he continues to play his elaborate Lyre.

The Winter Drake circles from above and notes which cards are visible, and watching for foul play. The Lyre strumming continues, though it seems for some reason the Drake is getting better and better as the evening rolls on.

With the announcement by the Master of Games, the Winter drake signals to the orchestra. The Entire ballroom goes silent for the first time through the evening. After the dramatic pause, it spins in a lazy circle and directs the beginning of mid range song, highly suggestive for the dancing to commence.

The Winter Drake dips its neck in a bow to the Snow Princess as it "flies" around the ballroom. Though it is clear that the drake does not turn its neck at all, possibly suggesting that blind spots do exist... like when its back to the person.

The Winter Drake looks long and hard at The merchant, clearly not pleased at being called a "flying snow kobold". It continues its circling of the ceiling playing its lyre, urging the party goers with melodies to dance.

The Winter drake spots the newcomer and as a sign of mirth to the newcomer showers her with a rain of ethereal snowflakes, like those before they melt and fade before touching the anything. Without further a due the drake continues its direction of the orchestra, playing its Lyre in concert.

The Winter drake nods in understanding and once the Stirring Taldan National song is completed, he swings into the directing the orchestra to play a lively yet subdued song appropriate for the start of a dance. The melody is strictly Taldan to start, yet the smirk on the drake... well she did say choatic did she not?

The Winter Drake raises a clawed hand in salute instead of a glass of wine, to the Princess and Samurai's "suggestion". It queues the orchestra to play a rising Taldan national song.

The Winter drake gently releases the fascination on the Kuthona Rat, continuing to play the soup song which intrigued him in the first place. Then once again slowly shifts back to the festive tunes of winter.

The Winter Drake continues with his gentle strumming, calling the Rat closer to observe him. It is clear that he stops playing at key times, yet the music continues as though the drake is a master of lingering notes.

The Winter Drake seeing the damage which is starting to be done the establishment, strums a few notes and tries its best to get the attention of the Kuthona Rat.

(Activate the fascination ability, on the Kuthona Rat, whom is free to disregard the activity or go with it.)

The Winter Drake looks down from its lofty perch and seems to eye the Merchant. The strings of the Lyre do not falter one bit, but it is clear the creature is not pleased by something which the merchant has done. With a sharp exhale the Drake blows a coating of icy ethereal snow down upon the Merchant, as before it melts before touching her.

A tiny pen seems to fly from the Drake after the display, and inks on the notes she is writing and then reviewing.

The Icy winter drake notes that no one has taken the que to dance, will switch back to the standard themed winter music of the party. Its clawed hands continue to work the Lyre with great skill, all the while the creature observes and makes adjustments to the party goers tastes.

With the intermission of the games and the socializing between the players. The Wintery Drake, begins to play tunes more suited to dancing. With a clawed hand he directs the Orchestra and mingles the gentle work of his Lyre into the whimsical notes of a mid range song, not to fast, not to slow... enticing the ball to dance.

The Winter Drake still in its role continues to play. It claps politely with its claws after each toast, directing the Drums in the Orchestra to beat to the claps and the other musicians to stand and clap as well.

The Winter Drake once again bows holding the Lyre to his chest, he holds the bow much longer to account for the station of the Grand Prince. Then Then continues playing with the same steady notes as before.

In response to the Tigresses praise the Winter Drake bows politely and holds the lyre to its chest briefly. It continues playing theme appropriate music, since the lull in the rounds. The Music will switch back to the standard winter theme, with the hint of drama and foreshadowing mixing in as the players continue the game.

The Winter Drake looks down at the crowd, inhales slightly and puffs forth a cloud of Ethereal snow over the Midnight Samurai. The snow melts before it hits the ground or touches the Samurai, but its clearly a jest towards the loud player... whom needs to chill out.

The Small Icy Drake continues its lazy path through the air above the assembled. As the Grand Prince enters, the Drake lowers its head and folds its wings back as a sign of respect. After the appropriate amount of time, the Drake opens its wings and raises its head.

It points a clawed hand to the Orchestra and motions to play the imperial march as is the norm for the Prince entering.

The Icy Drake continues his circuit around the room, the lyre once playing festive winters music shifts to a tone of Ominous foreshadowing and drama. He leads the rest of the Orchestra guiding them into a more cresting and crashing height with each new card played.

The Icy white drake continues its lazy circle around the ballroom, the lyre continues to play in its claws. The Drake looks around and notes all the various colorful people below it, and feels perhaps it might assist the crowd in realizing there potential.

The Lyre seems to sing in its clawed hands, passion and zeal to push the very spirits of each person in the room. Each note seems to Inspire Competence in to a degree.

(+2 to those silly checks above :P)

A glass of the sparkling wine is lifted from the silvered service by a magical force and floats to a free claw of the "flying" drake. Cheerfully the wine is slow consumed by the drake, once empty the glass is gently floated back down to other free space on a different service. A few puffs of ethereal snow emerge from the drake as it continues its circular flight around the ball room, the faint scent of rich wine on the air before it fades.

A small icy white drake with streaks of electric blue scales hops up to the entrance and growls lightly. It stops and bows lightly to the master of games, producing a Invitation with a claw. Happily the small drake bounces into the winter masquerade and heads towards the orchestra, it bows once again to the players. Two of them get up and attach wires to its back. Slowly the Icy drake is lifted from the ground, its wings unfurl to reveal a wave of colors similar to the Aurora boreal. In a lazy comical circle pattern the drake floats above the Ball. After a short period of time, the drake produces a Lyre and plays in concert with the other members of the orchestra.

The drake will breath out small puffs of ethereal snow to dance among the gathered.