Sweet Melodies, Bittersweet Memories...

[November]

_{My heart is tossed like waves of the sea, longing for you to return to me, soft petals kiss a mere memory, oh please won't you come back to me...
It was this melody, one she knew well that strung her a long, what teased her curiosity enough to draw her into the great hall of the palace. She had never heard it played so well, a dozen instruments singing in unison. It made her cheeks feel warm, and the she-cat absently pressed both paws to feel the raised temperature.
There was a chill in the air as the feline stepped lightly, moving amongst a steady stream of guests who moved as she did, slowly, almost in a dream like state. It was a time of year every cat looked forward to, an open invitation to the great Frozen Palace where royalty reigned supreme. A life that November had only caught a glance of. Perhaps this is why she hesitated, near tip-toed to the entrance. It felt almost taboo as it had been for so much of her life.
Taking a moment to steady herself she tilted her chin, smoothing the semi-sheer material of her gown. The gown she had created. The hue was that of a deep waters, of the shimmering streamers of light that crossed the skies in a far distant, ice-torn country leagues away. It whispered around her slender figure like liquid twilight. Here and there it twinkled, perfect crystals hand stitched one by one like the waking stars that bloomed skyward. Fringing all this was downy fur the color of mint that curled around her neck and down her back like a faithful pet.
Yes, she had put great effort into her work, and November couldn't help but be pleased with the result. Especially knowing that she would remain unrecognized behind the small curtain of cloth that hid half her face. Bolstered by this reminder the she-cat moved forward and glided gracefully inside.
There she was greeted by the soothing touch of candlelight and myriad of aromas that made her jaw twinge and mouth water. She gave paused to take it all in, feeling her muzzle twinge in a smile as a few others looked over her outfit approvingly. Many lounged about the edges of the room, sipping sweet drinks, fabricating great tales or whispering sweet nothings into one anothers ears. The rest danced, twirling in great arcs around the smooth floor. She followed the dancers with her eyes, feeling a pang close to her heart that she quickly squashed. "Mama would have loved this.." She murmured softly, lost for the moment in a thought that too, played the song she so well knew...}

[halfkat101]

Raac looked up from where he had been eating to see a shecat come in, and though he wasn't the type to ever fall for romance- his only devotion was to the gods themselves- he did however catch the lonines son ehr face and feel inclined to help. After all, the gods blessed those who helped others and he was only in this land to get the gods blessings back to his family who had sinned so tragically.
So he went up, all short black and whiteness of him all. His eyepatch covered his sinful eye, so he had seen no need to cover up more of his face- no one knew hmi here anyway.
"You look sad, can I make you feel better? I can show you the good food or the toms who actually want to dance with someone as pretty as you." He meowed, his tone warm and earnest, but by now means having even a drop of infatuation- it was simply beyond the small black and white cats ability.

[theodora]

_{Still lost in her thoughts, November was drawn back to reality by the quiet voice that addressed her. Wide eyes hidden behind the glittering material of her mask settled on the round, gentle features of the young tom. Curly ears were cupped to catch his words as she watched, muzzle partially open in surprise. His almost childlike sincerity and gush of compassion was enough to catch her off guard, and a brilliant smile of good humor revealed pearly white teeth. "Didn't know they had a welcoming committee for the Gala. Or one with such pretty words, hm?" The she-cat mewed. Her voice had a slight rasp, as if didn't often carry on conversations, the faintest touch of a foreign accent just noticeable. Taking a moment to study the male, long tail whisking her feet, the be gowned feline further considered his propositions. And the fact that he had caught a glimpse of her vulnerable feelings. Alot of good this mask was. With a sigh she touched the piebald cats shoulder and gestured towards the many tables posted with delicious food, flashing another pretty smile though her mannerisms were no more than friendly. November was not typically of flirtatious nature. But she wasn't about to forgo conversation in a room where she knew no one. "So, kind stranger, am I so easy to read?"}[/sub]