Wave was not at all used to being fawned over. Doted on of course, but this was something entirely new and unexpected. She'd prepared for being treated with discreet, polite but not entirely unnoticeable lecturing on her place and mild interest. Clematis' approach had all but blind-sided her and it took a lot of her resolve to not stand in silent shock where she was. That the man was a General made it all the worse as conflicting interest totally snarled her train of thought.

In an effort to regain her poise quickly, she cleared her mind and set it back on  the task of mingling. Managing a faint smile for the General she speaks with her usual, unshakable confidence "It'd be a pleasure to introduce myself to you Clematis. Wave Crashes Against The Rocks, Queen of Ashanti and bearer of its blade, as well as a student here at the Academy. If I may be so bold I must say I've heard much about you, your marshalling in Operation Wyld Hand was of particular interest to me. I only wish I could have been there to see it all for myself, no matter how florid the words, they never seem to do it justice in my mind."

At Thalia's inquiry she unfurls one of the wings wrapped around her blade in a glowing haze with a spreading of an arm and draws a hand over the smooth crystal "This was made by Artisans from Nyunda, both an unique piece and a recent acquisition. I've yet to apply myself to crafting wonders like these.

Sighing she draws it back in by thought alone, the crystals ringing with a soothing chime as they cut through the air "Sadly with so much I hope to do it may well be some time yet before I produce my first."

Clematis stood fully after Wave Crashes Against The Rocks response. His boyish charm cleamed with pride. Before continuing to talk with the younger solar he faced the high priestess.

"I'm sure the gods heard you prayer and we shall all recieve their blessing. It is truly an honor to be in the presence of true expression of our feeling to those who facilitate what many take for granted." For those who knew him, he was actually being humble and sincere.

Turning his attention back to Wave Crashes Against The Rocks he continued.

"Your manners are impressive for one so young. My recent experiences with students would lead me to believe that the Headmaster neglected to add "How to act like a celestial exalt" to the curriculum." He pauses and changes his tone while completely ignoring Princess Sophia's presence.

"I look forward to standing side by side to you in battle. And if you were to need a favor, you but only ask and I shall do what I can. Now if you should excuse me, I shall leave you to enjoy the festival."

Turning in his precise militaristic fashion, he departed off towards Mattel.
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Whilst yours, sir, are deplorable for one so old, Thalia thought as she observed Clematis' behaviour.

"Ah, Nyunda," she nods, as she takes the opportunity to study the construction of the wings up close.  "I haven't been there in a few years.  Perhaps I will have to try and find some time to do so, this work is exquisite. ...Oh, I do apologise.  I'm sure you didn't want to hear all that."

"Do you think you will be taking Craft classes this semester, or later?" she enquires in the spirit of friendly conversation.

Lord-Captain Anansi recoalesces into human form within inches of Princess Sophia, clasping her hand and drawing her close to him. The Princess shares a chaste kiss with him, enveloped in the folds of his navy blue cloak, then steps apart from him, barely touching her husband's white-gloved fingertips. "Miss me?" he murmurs into Sophia's ear, before allowing the Princess her space.

Eyes of deep amber meet the gaze of the Anthegenian officials and nearby visitors, while Anansi's head of silver hair dips in acknowledgment of them. To Lonan he quirks an meaningful eyebrow, and to Desus (already starting to make his rounds through the gathered Exalts) he gives a nonchalant smile, while Laelia, Thalia and Wave are greeted with a sweeping bow and - should they allow it - a gentlemanly kiss on the hand. "Of course, do not let me interrupt you, ladies," says the Lord-Captain, stepping aside as Thalia continues to engage Wave in conversation.

Ahh, festivals. Interesting things always happen when so many Exalts are gathered together. It just so happens that Anansi is headed toward Mattel just as Clematis is going the same way, which diverts his initial greeting in favor of seniority. "Good festival morning to you, Clematis, I hope your visit has been satisfactory thus far."

Desus cannot help but draw eyes to every move and gesture he makes. His affable-bordering-on-devilish charm is already working its magic. He sweeps through the area and acknowledges every Exalt present whether young or old - brushing his lips on ladies' knuckles, shaking gentlemens' hands vigorously, clapping shoulders or cuffing arms of his better-known colleagues. Thalia, Sophia and even Wave experience first hand the perfectly balanced blend of gallantry and respect with which he treats all women, and every man from Lonan to Clematis to a reluctant Anansi find his overtures of gentlemanly, good-sporting cooperation extended to them, one way or another.

As for Desus' companion, Lilith, he goes through great pains to introduce her as his lovely, devoted wife. All who see them together understand that she is, all his, while the beauty with short dark hair willingly follows his lead. Many have seen the enchanting Lilith in battle, and fellow Lunars admire her for her enduring strength and dedication, but with her husband she is as supple or as fierce as he wants her to be, a predator graciously allowing the limelight to him. She glitters on his arm, a gown made of pure white feathers and points of shimmering crystal sheathing her lithe, muscular form.

Wave wasn't out to rub people up the wrong way, not today anyway, so while she rather liked Clematis candour a polite smile and a nod at the suggestion of fighting together was all that came forth before he abruptly left. For Desus she returns the offer of co-operation eagerly. While she'd heard of Clematis through rumour and study, you couldn't ignore the most famous couple in Creation if you tried. He had many people to meet, so she was brief, perhaps there'd be time later for a longer talk. A sentiment she noticed was beginning to apply to everyone she met, such is the power of an old enough exalt that they ooze intrigue from every pore.

At Thalia's comment she waves a hand dismissively "No need to apologise, its good to hear a professional opinion on its quality. Especially from you, I may not be the most voracious consumer of fashion but I've still heard that your work is famous for being both unique and exotic."

Tugging her own clothes, spun form pure essence she smiles "Perhaps not the most original idea to ever be worn, but I couldn't resist trying it at least once. Perhaps if I was to find a designer who could imbue clothes with such a display I could have bought something more tangible, but time was short and the options innumerable to someone not so experienced with the choices as me. As for classes to being making my own creations? They'll be waiting for a while, I've a lot to concentrate on already. Perhaps as I begin to comfortably excel at a few of my caste's chosen professions I'll expand into it.
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Serene Orchid touched down on the Pavilion. Almost immediately, her Windblade Class Personal Transport reverted to an glittering Orichalcum amulet and she tucked it into her sleeve.

She wore an cerulean blue silk robe ornately embroidered with white and silver clouds and delicate, stylized birds in gold with long, flowing sleeves. Artfully placed sapphires and diamonds sparkled as she moved. Beneath that she wore several robes in shades of blue and gold that peeked out beneath the hem and sleeves of her over-robe. Her white hair was arranged in an ornate confection of curls and braids, held in place with delicate sapphire, diamond, and gold pins and an Orichalcum amulet glittering amidst the curls. Her slippers were gilded leather, stamped with the same stylized birds as her gown and glittering with a few artfully placed sapphires and diamonds. Her festival wear was completed by delicate Orichalcum at her throat, wrists, ankles, and gold, sapphire and diamond jewelery on her ears and several fingers.

Moving with almost inhuman grace, she approached Sophia, bowed and she murmured, "It is a joy to see you well."

[Current Appearance 8]
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Many other important guests have already flocked aboard, such as high-profile politician Tammiz Ushun, elegant in a formal multi-layered robe of yellow-gold, white and purple trimmed with threads of starmetal. The attractive, pale-haired man appears to be personally familiar with Lonan, as he joins the Headmaster after a generous bow to Sophia.

Virtuous Jacinth, Queen of High Nyunda, offsets tanned skin and dark red hair with a gown of rare saffron blending into a blush orange distilled from the hue of a desert rose, inspired not by elemental flame but by the hues of sunset. She and her mate, Joyous Agile Bat - clad in a twilight blue and luminous white outfit that compliments her bright outfit perfectly - make their rounds of greetings as a couple, though not nearly as instantly recognizable as Desus and Lilith.

Queen Amayana of Luthe wears a gown of seafoam encrusted with ocean pearls and mirror-like beads of crystallized perfect water, glittering like dew in the morning light. She arrives without her husband, Grand Admiral Kendik Arkadi, as he is overseeing Western training exercises, but she is happy enough to greet Princess Sophia as a treasured friend.

Signifier of Peaceful Victory, aerial race and gambling mogul, is garbed in a suit of white and sky blue velvet and enough orichalcum baubles to tip the scales toward gaudy. Everyone knows he is here for the races first and foremost, but he greets his hosts and fellows with impeccable courtesy and grace, offsetting his fashion faux pas for all but the strictest of critics.

There are others as well, whether partners or friends of others present, younger Celestials or Terrestrials of significant rank, everyone as well-dressed as they can afford and eager to be recognized.

When the prayer is completed, Lona likewise joins in praising the High Priestess for her efforts, although his words remain private to her. Whatever he said looks pleasing to Laelia, however, as the two exchange a few more words in a manner that shows their mutual acquaintance with one another.

When Thalia steps in, even the Headmaster seems to drop his usual veneer of stoicism for a moment, smiling slightly and embracing her welcome. He holds the new professor's hands for a moment, bowing his head politely before speaking. "Thank you for answering our call so quickly, Thalia." Lonan says, his voice betraying his gratitude. "It is good to see you again - I dare hope your travels went well and we are not keeping you from your own business too much. It is a pleasure having you on the roster this season."

As warm as the welcome is - for the usually severe Headmaster, in any case - it has to be cut a bit short as well, as Lonan steps in with Sophia to take the time to greet the new arrivals properly. He does not hold political power in Anthegenia per se, as it is the realm of the Princess and her potential heirs, but having held the position of Headmaster of the Academy of Celestial Learning for several centuries has made his name associated with the glorious floating city nonetheless. Whether or not this made him famous or infamous depends on the social circle, of course.

Lonan does make certain to properly greet Lord-Captain Madeen, showing him the proper respect as husband of the Princess and loyal scion of Anthegenia. He also makes certain to personally greet Professor Serene Orchid when she reaches the pavilion, welcoming her among them and seeming glad to see her here.

The following moments seem almost a blur of greetings and welcomes as more guests reach the pavilion, and Lonan seems to continue to exchange pleasant words with Tammiz Ushun all throughout. Despite the pleasantness of the event, however, the Headmaster's eyes seem to continually scan the proceedings carefully, as if overseeing the good development of the event...

Before Orchid's arrival is another whirlwind of greetings for Sophia, including a lengthy one from Desus who expertly praises Anthegenia and its Academy as he bows and takes the Princess' hand. He either has an exceptional memory or researched well on the location before arriving. Either way, it is difficult not to be impressed. Sophia has her own reasons to be cautious around the man, but his seemingly earnest expressions of friendship and interest make it difficult to find an avenue with which to pin suspicion on him besides the usual "He's Desus" argument.

Sophia makes sure to greet Lilith equally, of course, as she does the monarchs of Nyunda and Luthe, both of them women that have become good friends over the seasons. Should Thalia have a free moment, Sophia would happily introduce Queen Jacinth and Queen Amayana to her as well - whether for the potential connections, or to later negotiate a high profile commission, is up to the Eminent Weaver herself.

Then the Princess once again welcomes a local colleague, as Serene Orchid presents herself at the Pavilion. "I am pleased to see you, Serene Orchid, you look wonderful. We are all at our best this Festival day."

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OOC: 12-16 hours from this posting ought to be Vanileth's arrival, hopefully will be enough for people to react to this mess of arrivals (or decide to just be passive)

Finally, the thousand-forged dragon's apparent owner takes her place among politicians and royalty. Unlike the majority of her peers, she has eschewed gowns and ornamentation for a mighty Celestial Battle Armor crafted of pure orichalcum. Forged on the breastplate is the insignia of a General of the Deliberative Army. In her heavy armor she salutes rather than bows for the Princess, her entourage and her guests, then nods sharply to Clematis and to Ruby Falcon, her closest equivalents in military rank. Those familiar with the military would know her as Exceedingly Radiant Horizon, Tamer of Blades, Bearer of the Golden Bridle, and so forth. Horizon is her first title, though, and her best known.

"Not too much for friends as old as yourselves, Lonan" Thalia said in reply to Lonan.  "I'm quite looking forward to it, if I'm being honest," she said as they parted ways once more.

Thalia smiles at the compliment to both her work and her opinions on such matters.  "The duties to one's Caste should come first," Thalia agreed.  The conversation was briefly interrupted then, to allow the Lord-Captain Madeen to brush his lips across her smoke-clad knuckles.  Whilst she still hadn't entirely forgiven him for the pain he had caused Sophia, so very long ago now, she was not so cross at him as to refuse his gesture of greeting.  The brush of his lips would reveal the origin of the smoke, a fragrant and pleased blend of many incenses.  "But if you do want a guide through the perilous world of fashion, perhaps I might know someone who could help you," she continued, after the captain had departed.  The statement was accompanied by a sparkle in her eyes, extending an invitation for such advice to the young Dawn.  Her words on the Infinite Resplendence Amulet had pleased the Weaver.  "Though for the moment, I will stop monopolising you and let you meet and greet the others present.  It was a pleasure to meet you, Waves Crashes Upon The Rocks."

"Ah, Lord Desus, Lady Lilith, you cut a fine couple today," Thalia greeted both of them and showing her approval for their outfits, allowing Desus her hand.  She speaks with the pair of them a short while, talking fashion with Lilith and trade with Desus, before the pair continue on their circuit of meeting and greeting.  Thus do the greetings go, Thalia offering smiles and small words to almost everyone who approached her and who she approached.  She seems to have a perfect memory for names and faces, not hesitating even when naming those she has not seen in decades.

She can and does find time for the Monarchs of Nyunda and Luthe both when Sophia is so kind as to introduce them.  She spends a short while conversing with them, on matters of fashion and other things, hoping to arrange a longer conversation for later in the festival, when time is not so pressed.  Then she moves on, to continue her greetings.

Mattel is tunned at the arrival of so many of the worlds greatest champions. He was also proud of his friend and solar mate Clematis for showing up this year. Personally he didn't request his attendance. However it did make things easier with so many other elders around. Despite the arrival of so many celebraties, the student remained calm. It almost all changed as the Lord Anansi Madeen began to walk his way.

The lunar ensured his posture was perfect when the Princess Sophia's husband approached him and his mate.

Clematis smiled politely at Mattel at the acknowledgment of their bond. But he did not have time for such things. His peers were here and if Mattel showed too much weakness, he would make him better later. Just as he completed the thought the Lord Captain Madeen approached and spoke to him.

"My visit to the city has been weel thus far. There have been few dissappointments. But I trust a professor or two will fix the underlying but minor issues. But other than that things are well. I am most proud of Mattel and his growth. I have made arrangements for him to lead a special project for me when he graduates."

Clematis was bursting with pride and a little bit of humility with the Captain so close. He took the pause after his response to give a nod to the Tamer of Blades and shit eating grin to Desus that said, "You ole dawg".

Vanileth's carrier dominates the airspace nearby the Pavilion, the orca-shaped ship hovering serenely in place. The escort warbirds bank away from the carrier's flanks, spiraling up toward a high point with an impressive display of control before righting themselves in unison, breaking the sound barrier as they pass over the Pavilion. As if sensing a challenge in the speeding formation, the thousand-forged dragon owned by Radiant Horizon roars loudly in defiance!

A hatch at the front of the large, yet seemingly feather-light ship opens up to reveal a hangar decorated formally with silky blue and yellow banners and glittering winged emblems of jade, enchanted steel and gemstones. Several winged silhouettes begin to emerge, to the sound of a brass fanfare trumpeting from within...

Rather than extending a bridge, the figures fly out from the hangar by the power of their own spirit-given wings. Chief among them is Shogun Vanileth, a beautiful man of great stature with pale azure skin and brilliant white hair. Holding him aloft are three pairs of iridescent wings made of articulated plates and shifting gears, the joints accented by brilliant opals, diamonds and topaz. His robes and sash are crafted of layers of arctic wind woven into cloth, sparkling with ice crystals and subtle, shifting patterns, like snowflakes caught in a swirling breeze.

The half dozen lesser spirits flocking him appear like a mix of bird and human, with a single pair of clockwork wings and an avian head, on a humanoid body covered with metallic feathers that serve as both plumage and armor. Each of them appears like a different species of bird, all of them noted for excellent powers of flight.

Vanileth and his entourage cross the space between the hangar and the Pavilion at a processional pace, welcomed aboard the platform by the winged ADF guards. The armored Dragon-bloods stand on either side of the main aisle and salute, then one by one thrust their spears into the air so that they cross above the heads of the Shogun and spirit servants. Beneath the arch of jade weaponry, the guest of honor approaches the stage where Princess Sophia, High Priestess Laelia, General Falcon and Headmaster Ishmerai await, while Laelia's choir and the people of the air bow their heads in reverence.

"Marvelous, absolutely marvelous," says Vanileth in a sweet, almost androgynous voice, as he steps up the dais to greet the Princess personally. "Princess Sophia, Priestess Laelia, I am quite pleased by the prayer and the presentation thus far. It is only fitting that so many outstanding examples of of aerial flight technology crown the shining city of Anthegenia today." He turns to address the guests as well, every one of them garbed in artificial wings, or owners of mighty skyships. "Thank all of you for coming. May the Festival of Journeys continue to delight and astound."
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"The pleasure is ours, Shogun Vanileth," Sophia replies after a formal bow to the Celestial god, her tiara glittering as she dips her head. "Without your continued guidance, this City would not fly, nor would the incredible machines your technology has helped us create. We as a society owe you much, and this Festival is but one way we can express it."

Priestess Laelia steps forward and echoes Sophia's bow. "All of us without nature or magic to carry us would be grounded without your blessing, Shogun. It is we who would thank you for your continued patronage." If she were not addressed, she may not have spoken at all, so humble is she compared to her peers - strange behavior indeed for one of her age and stature.

While Vanileth is absorbed in greeting the other Celestial luminaries present, Sophia reactivates her pectoral to address the Festival at large. "Celebrants and visitors gathered today, Shogun Vanileth has heard our prayers and is pleased to bless us with his presence. Let us now commence the festivities with a parade in honor of Journeys and Flight!" As she speaks this, several flares of blue and yellow sparkles are fired from various points in the city, signaling the parade to begin.

"We will soon present an aerial demonstration of our finest Artimisia warbird/striders, led by Air Marshal Iblis Sanguinus, followed closely by the Festival Races. On behalf of the Royal Crown of Anthegenia, the Defense Force and the Academy of Celestial Learning, I wish you all a wonderful Festival day!"

"Ah, am I late, then? I do suppose it couldn't be helped, but one does so like to be punctual..." Closing her parasol, she daintily steps onto the surface of the pavilion, looking about her with an air of delighted surprise. "Oh, but manners! Lord Vanileth; Princess Sophia; Headmaster Lonan, I presume? I do so love what you've done with this place. One would've visited sooner, but you know how it is and all..."

Behind her hovers in a rather... well. Carefully-blank-of-face Goldfinch, who greets everyone with a tiny kitten on his shoulder. At the least, he seems to know full well how it was, and also that this was very definitely not his show. Clematis gets a quick, cursory glance; Mattel gets a knowing-and-almost-sympathetic look. So, hover around being unnoticeable, that's the key.

"...and I really have to thank you for taking care of my boy. Goldfinch!"

Ah, apparently not.

Terrifyingly cheerful, Peregrine loves everything and greets everyone; she also, apparently, knows everyone, and is more than happy to keep up a steady stream of chatter about most anything at all. Desus is hailed as an old friend, and gets alternatively grilled and teased about his latest high-profile heroics ("Honestly, I can't log into I AM without seeing your mug all over!"), teased about Lilith ("Oh, and I heard a little something... about a little bird? Hmm?"), and relentlessly reminiscent-ed at, while Thalia gets a thorough discussion about fashion which first drifts into Essence replication methods and, later, into varied Twilit affairs. Everyone involved with the Academy also gets (very gently) questioned about how Goldfinch is doing; she's very obviously interested in the going-ons of her son.

Who is generally, at the moment, being dragged around like a minor trophy.

Desus and Lilith complete their rounds with the guests. He seems to be in an excellent mood, indulging anyone who wishes to have a few moments of conversation with him or his wife, passing out compliments like candy. While others choose to hold their conversations more quietly, especially as Vanileth makes his approach, Desus pleasantly laughs and banters at whatever volume he thinks is appropriate.

When Thalia takes her turn conversing with the star couple, she quickly finds that she's out of her league in terms of trade knowledge. "If it's traded hands, I've had some say in it," he quips; the worst part is that the statement is quite possibly true, given his long, illustrious life. As Desus isn't out to compete with Thalia, and is rather enchanted by her lovely appearance, he offers to speak with her more later, perhaps hand out some choice advice for an "upcoming star."

Lilith isn't much for the fashion talk, though she understands on a purely practical level why appearances and impressions are so important. The dark-haired Lunar is a dichotomy of quiet strength and surprising kindness who takes pride in being well-dressed and well-spoken, if only because it makes Desus proud of her. Nonetheless, she is a warrior before a courtier, and would be more engaged in talk of combat prowess, than fashion shows.

The couple does not miss the chance to speak to Vanileth when the time comes. It's mostly Desus talking, and mostly small talk with a few choice, whispered words that has Vanileth in a daze. At the end of it, he shakes the deity's hand and says rather nonchalantly, "Oh, and if I win the prize at the Races, I'll hand it out at the banquet." As for Peregrine's late arrival, Desus takes it in stride, chuckles at every joke she makes about both himself and Lilith (even at Lilith's expense), and needles her gently about her latest pet projects (glance at poor Goldfinch).

Then Desus kisses Lilith on the mouth. "Mingle, love. I've got something to attend to. If you will excuse me, Shogun, Princess, old friends and all." When he passes Clematis, Desus winks back with a grin of his own. Then he leaps off the Pavilion, winging away on his white-golden wings toward the race signups.

"Good to hear it," Anansi says to Clematis as he speaks of his impressions of the Academy and Mattel, but briefly breaks off conversation when Vanileth approaches. "Welcome to Anthegenia, Shogun Vanileth. It'd be an understatement to say I owe you, if only because flying is both my love and my livelihood."

After trading a few words about the Invierna, and inviting the Shogun to fly in the bird of mercurial ice - or at least watch her in action - the handsome silver-haired Captain extends a greeting to Peregrine Altair. The requisite compliments at her beauty are also, of course, included. "It's rare the spark passes to both parent and child, you must be inordinately proud of your son. I hope to see you at the banquet, Lady Peregrine." Terrifyingly cheerful Peregrine may be, but Anansi is unfazed; he rather enjoys conversing with those who aren't too caught up in etiquette to loosen up at least once in a while!

Finally back to Clematis and Mattel. "Excuse the interruption. As I was saying, it's good to hear that you're putting your trust in Anthegenia and its Academy. At times the Deliberative considers us a black sheep, but Academy graduates have gone on to do great things. Serene Orchid is but one example." Anansi points out the well-dressed, pale-haired woman that has recently taken up teaching Bureaucracy at the Academy.

"I do hear Mattel is doing well in his studies, if at times in unconventional ways."

Welcomes and greetings for Vanileth are passed from all around, though not everyone gives the same amount of attention to him, guest of honor or not.

Tammiz Ushun continues speaking quietly with Lonan when he is not busy with other guests. Whatever they speak of appears outwardly mild-mannered, and is heard by no one but them.

Jacinth and Amayana are pleased to converse with Thalia, the former extending an invitation for "such a good friend of Sophia" to visit High Nyunda and enjoy the hospitality of the South, the latter speaking of uniform design and the woes of having a home that doubles as a military compound. They pause to give respects to Vanileth, as is appropriate. While Jacinth and Vanileth chat briefly about alternate methods of propulsion, Amayana is left with whomever will listen to her (perhaps Thalia, Sophia or Peregrine), talking animatedly about Admiral Leviathan and how much he has done for Luthe.

Radiant Horizon is standoffish and proudly so, statuesque in her golden Celestial armor. The only person she seems interested talking to right now is Ruby Falcon, maybe Clematis, though now and then her gaze flicks curiously toward the few younger Exalts that dared brave the Pavilion.

Signifier and Vanileth are apparently familiar enough with one another to address informally, but the gaudily dressed Solar does not linger at the Pavilion long. "I've my own platform with a better view of the Races, you are welcome to join me." Accompanied by a pair of people of the air, he steps off the platform and flies toward another aerial location.
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 Sweeping in from a high arc of flight, a great white Strix floats down, passing the ADF guards after the flicker of a Full Moon Castemark identifies the latest arrival. Just before landing, the creature shifts back into the robed and masked form of Truth, as he steps forward as if he'd been walking all along, gently tugging at part of his azure blue sash to ensure it has not somehow become dislodged.

 He favors the perimeter of the converted Platform, speaking a few polite words to various attendees of mid level importance. He skirts the larger stage and its entourage of Creation shattering personalities with great care, though he finds it almost impossible not to settle his large yellow eyes on the elegant and proud Horizon, clad in armor both crafted for beauty and for its terrible destructive power. That feeling again, pulls at his heart, but there are no memories to grasp, no echo..just instinct and a deep fundamental connection to the General he does not understand.

Clematis high brow archs high at the Lord Captains comment.

"Unconventional you say. What you lunars do is hardly ever conventional. See, Mattel could learn a great deal from you Captian. He refuses to partake in forms of artificiality. For whatever reason he thinks that a Lunar can match anything we can build with our hands."

Taking his hands and running them through his already perfect hair he sighs while looking at Mattel.

"You are really a dissappointment. Maybe if you were born a woman..." Shaking his head to through his own thoughts off he trailed off aimlessly.

It was more than clear the exalt had some deep rooted emotional issues tot deal with.

"Oh come on now," Anansi says chidingly, raising his own eyebrow at the comment about being 'born a woman'. "There's ways any Lunar can solve that problem. No? You must have thought of that already. I suppose you want someone truly female in spirit..."

He rubs his stubble thoughtfully, but doesn't pursue that topic much further, mostly because he'll start to draw attention to them and that would be rude and uncomfortable, wouldn't it? "As for unconventional means, I thoroughly meant that as a compliment." And there's the cue for Anansi's smile, directed at Mattel. Not Desus devilish, only Desus could do that - but approving and mysterious all the same.

"No. A female spirirt... Mattel is a man. Even if he were to be able to shift into a female version... he would always be born a man. He will never be her."

At this point, his voice had elevated. One of his buttons has been pushed.

"Complimenting his foolishness, I'm suprised at you. I have yet to speak with him about his ignorance and proper social behavior. But I shall before I leave. I must apologize my dear Captain. I'm annoyed with this conversation. And what furthers anger me is that you bring this up whilst my competiti... peers all stare at me."

His composure is almost at it's end. His hair was now nto as perfect. Viens in his neck now swelled to an inch thick. A golden light started to fill in his caste symbol.

"Ignorance is not surprising in the young. What is important is how they learn from their mistakes," Anansi says smoothly, slipping his hands into his pockets. The smile has faded, though not completely, and he gazes at Clematis without flinching. "Let me remind you that I brought up nothing you did not mention first."

"However I'll have no trouble here in the presence of my wife. Therefore I apologize for the insult, and if you truly must have quarrel with me, we can settle it in a more proper venue - that is, away from here." The silver-haired Lunar bows gallantly, and takes a step back to gauge Clematis' reaction.