Time: Evening
Location: Banquet
Interactions: Violet @Tpartywithzombi, Alexander @FunnyGuy, Mina @Tae
Mentions in order: The King @princess, Wulfric @SilverPaw
outfit: See Leo plenty of people wear green.

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Hall
Interactions: @princess Princess Anastasia/Hafiz ☁ @Helo Rohit ☁ [@Concord] Hala Sami ☁
Mentions: [@PaperBear Oso] Cassius ☁ @princess Charlotte ☁
Aesthetic: ☁ Hair ☁ Dress ☁ Shoes

Location: Castle Dining Hall
Time: Evening of the 28th
Mentions: Hafiz and the Danroses, @princess@Silverpaw@Helo, Nahir @Rodiak, and anyone who wants to approach Farim during his walk

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The usual underhanded banter from his father was nothing to be surprised about. Farim had seen it a thousand times over since his youth. He hardly blinked at the words Hafiz slathered back in his direction as he placed the goblet back down. It was funny, in its own way, that the man who goes home to several wives and concubines talk about ‘wine from a cup he didn’t pour’. He pondered the last time Hafiz had even bothered to pour his own drink, and a smirk peered across his lips.

“Heavens forbid, I would choke on such a smooth and tame drink. Would be a tragedy really.” Farim paused. “As much as I enjoy your splendors, I think I shall partake of a more recent vintage - something more…modern.” A playful hint at the passage of time - and its inevitable effect on everyone. Farim stopped to hear Hafiz’s lamentations about Lorenzo, and chimed in just at the end. “Considering how much you’ve been around that man and how much his actions seem to brush off onto you - shall I call one of our sages to look you over?” Another deliberate pause before letting his breath exhale in a show of humor.

“I merely jest. I shall let you be for once, I have far grander things to attend to at the moment.” A final jab - which his father would likely ignore or chastise in the moment. But Farim would let him take that final swing if Hafiz so desperately wanted it.

There was a smile on his face as a certain someone had sung happily to his arrival. Anastasia had that effect on him, as if the world seemed to blur at the edges when she was in frame. He placed Thara gently along the arm of the Princess’ chair, in a spot that would not infringe upon her space. “Oh nonsense! You performed very well - it would take a lot to ruin such magnificence!” The Shehzade paused for a moment, his hands hovering as if suspended mid-grab, before he gently tucked his hand under hers to raise it up to his lips. Farim bowed down and placed a gentle kiss along her knuckle. “The pleasure is mutual, Your Grace.” He grinned at the coy use of her title due to the regal circumstances.

“Pardon me a moment, I must greet our gracious hosts. A most regal and opulent pairing of souls.” He spoke that part just a touch louder than most other words in case the nearby Danroses would hear - but if not he paid no worry. Farim approached Prince Auguste, the next in line in the royal row of seats that had been chosen at this far end of the table - his hand lingering just a touch longer on Annie’s arm. “I will be right back. Promise.” He said softly.

Now onto the greetings - starting with Prince Auguste. Farim offered a formal bow. “Prince, while our interactions are sparse, I hope this changes in the coming days - it is always such a pleasure to see you at these events and elsewhere. We simply must have a proper conversation here soon - perhaps tonight even.” Short and sweet, with possibly more to come later. Farim had in one way or another come into contact with at least half of the royal heirs - and a touch with the King and Queen themselves. It would only make sense to acquaint himself with the others.

Then came the King and Queen themselves. Already knee deep in interactions, judgements, and observations - Farim pushed one arm out and left the other over his chest as he bowed to his fullest extent in front of them. “Your Majesties…” His voice seemed to change at this greeting, a silver-tongued flourish coming out as he talked to them. “I am honored to be among the guest list tonight. Allow me to extend a personal thank you as well for gracing the theater with your extravagance earlier this morning - hopefully my show was educational and entertaining.” Farim paused - holding himself back from thinking about how the King had called Thara an “ostrich”.

“Having such charitable endeavors really speaks volumes on your generosity as rulers of this fine nation. I have come to really enjoy my time here.” At this point he had risen back to a standing position with his arms crossed as he talked. “There is a matter I wish to discuss in a more private setting if your itinerary and good graces would allow - but if not I can always make time for the both of you.” Farim gave good pause to give a chance for a short exchange of dialogue between them before giving another brief bow upon his exit. “One can rarely get the chance to see greatness in the flesh - so Your Majesties have given me quite the miracle today. I hope I can live up to any expectations you have of me or my nation.” Farim made sure that he locked eyes with both Alibeth and Edin as he said this, and made his way to the two male heirs seated adjacent to the King.

Farim stopped by Wulfrics chair and offered a bow, one arm crossing his chest with the other at its side - a more modest approach compared to the one he gave his parents. “Always the picture of perfection when it comes to appearances, Prince Wulfric. You seem to have quite the aura about you this evening - more than usual.” Farim took a brief glance over at Prince Callum. “As does your sibling.” His face seemed to change into perplexity. Something is different about him. Is it the crown? Was it just always high or drunk when we last saw each other? His memory went back to the last event they had been together - the forest on the edge of town. Where all the Varians had partaken in drinking a strange potion that caused interesting visions. Nonetheless - Farim took a mental note of this change of demeanor and continued.

“Prince Callum - a fine arrangement of fabrics you chose tonight. I hope the evening treats you well. It is always a pleasure to be around such reputable members of high society.” Even Farim began to think the brown-nosing was getting a bit much, so he toned it back for the time being. “I simply wished to pay my respects, so forgive any intrusions. If you have any need of this Trade Prince, I shall be seated over there.” He pointed over to his seat behind Alexander and near Rohit, and took his leave with a friendly wave.

It was here that Farim strode the long way around the room - taking lots of mental observations of who was in attendance. His long fabrics almost seemed to blend into the shadows and the floor despite their clashing colors - a weird visual effect that would trip up anyone not paying close attention to the golden trim that divided the clothes from the floor. There was the Sorian table on the western side, the middle table filled with a majority of this other land - Varians. Farim knew little of them - and hoped to possibly change this throughout the course of the night and onward. And the easternmost table that sat a majority of his homelands dignitaries and royals. At the head of each table, a figure of Sorian nobility. Fitting. Given this is their home turf. Only makes sense to sprinkle some personal influence amongst the nations - very aptly made seating arrangement.

Farim continued his measured stride around the room. There were quite a few sights to be had. A man showing off his gentlemanly nature, a few colored suits that outshined a lot of other guests, whether through sheer absurdity or particularly bold color choices. There were a few familiar faces that Farim mentally checked off in his head. Ariella, Kalliope, Lady Charlotte, Lord Roman, the puppet boy from the show….Kazumin was his name? What an interesting list of guests. Not the least of all….Hala Sami. What is he doing here? Why did Hafiz seem all too overjoyed at his arrival - definitely some curious figures at this banquet. Maybe tonight won’t be a simple wine and dine after all.

The man continued his lengthy strides around the room - offering professional and friendly greetings to any and all who would approach him, before he made his way back to his seat. It was here that he noticed the arrival of his cousin. His gentle smile only grew more at the presence of Nahir gently teasing him. “Never. Because if I am enjoying myself - then it is likely a good time to be had, no?” He sat down in his seat before continuing. “Good to see you, cousin. I see that you put the ‘fashion’ into ‘fashionably late’. I am loving the style and arrangements.” While he mentioned the ‘late’ part, he truly didn’t care. He just wanted to make a light joke and tell her what the whole room was thinking. She was obviously killing it. And she deserved to know it.

Farim turned back towards Anastasia and offered his hand towards her with a soft voice. ”Told you I would be back - did you miss me?”