Restraining a sigh, Alaina looked out over the aforementioned 'view' with a passive expression. True, she always had wanted to see New York City, but certainly not by way of being put on top of the Statue of Liberty by a bloody unicorn! Annoyance spiking beneath the surface, she took a few calming breaths, then, once again calm, continued her surveyance of the city. Maybe this won't be so bad after all..

(And watch that jinx things. )

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Once again he was stunned by her beauty. He sighed haplessly, as he felt his heart absolutely staggered by her lovelyness, and he thought to himself that he would do anything, even give up some of his handsome features!, just so that his shirt could be repaired, and he might dance with her.

"Oh," he breathed softly, "thou makest a man to stagger,
Thy look is like a dagger,
Piercing my very soul.
Who could want for more?
Than under thy gaze to soar?
To the highest of the world."

Upon finishing this poem, he realized she had asked him a question, and it wouldn't be proper to not answer her.

"Alas, oh young maiden fair!
Of goblins, do beware!
For it is they who cause my pain.
They cursed my arm to...
Somedays go askew
And hang by my side.
But worry not, for dance we will!
This evening, when gone the spell,
The goblins so cruelly placed."

You see, he hadn't quite gotten out of the poetic mood yet.

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Just then, as if in answer to Alaina's thought, two Japanese stealth bombers roared over NYC and dropped an atomic bomb, making everything go up in flame and mushroom clouds.

Just kidding.

Duke John's adoring eyes were rivited upon her every move. "The night only enhances thine beauty," he murmured, softly stroking her dark hair.

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Lady Diana would have fainted with delight had not an audacious dove pecked her on the nose. She jerked back to the present with a delicate blush.

"Goblins? Oh, so valiant!" she exclaimed, silently pleading that he'd ask her to dance.

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Upon hearing those words, Alaina's normally-pale cheeks turned delicately pink, and she allowed herself a small smile. If only his words really were true..at best, she thought herself average-looking, if that. "Your words are too kind, my lord.." she said quietly, lowering her gaze slightly, eyes becoming half-lidded.

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Jeral stopped breathing. She, that gorgeous angel, complimented him! OH! Oho! If only, if only he could take her in his arms and dance withe her! If only! His love was so great, he reverted to French to express it.

"Mon chéri, vos yeux sont comme les étoiles."
(My darling, your eyes are as the stars.)

(Unfortunately he couldnot continue, for that was the only phrase in French he knew.)

A small draft of wind in the tear at his shirt drew him back to the present.

"One moment my lady," and he dashed back to the crowd. He moved carefully in about the dancing crowd, until he reached his sister, who seemed to be absolutely taken with that Eric.

"Pssst, Zippy dear, where's the handy-dandy-magic wand?"

Zipporah, her eyes still stuck on the eye-candy Eric, pulled the wand from a deep fold in her skirt and gave it wordlessly to Jeral, who let out a sigh, and waltzed back out of the crowd. Now then, for the magic words...

"Old green toads and new grey lizards," he said solemnly, holding the wand over the tear. Nothing happened. "Wot!?" he thought to himself. So he tried again.
"New green lizards and old grey toads," he tried again. Still no results.
"Old new toads and green-grey lizards!" he cried desperately, and POOF! the rip was repaired!

He smiled at his success, and then his eyes caught Azura, looking about for him. He groaned inwardly, and tore his eyes away from her, just his eyes lighted upon a third creature of beauty! The lady Rosa was indeed a swoon-worthy being. He felt his hapless feet going toward her, his eyes hypnotized by her lovliness and...

No, no, stupid woman! Musn't look, musn't get distracted. And must not run into Azura while dancing with Lady Diana.

He rushed back to the Lady Diana's side, and smiled dashingly at her, holding out his hand, and sagely noting... "The trouble has left me. Do you dance, oh fair one?"

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Does she dance? Does Lady Diana, fairest of the fairest, greatest maiden and warrior on [insert name of world here] dance? Do toads croak?

Ahem, rhetorical question, by the way.

Floating upon the cloud also known as the ballroom floor, she took Jeral's hand and flashed him her loveliest, fairest, most white-toothed smile. That Crest toothpaste she borrowed from Duke John a month ago was really paying off.

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"Not only kind but the truest words in this mortal realm," Duke John amended, flashing a white-toothed smile.

That Crest toothpaste was really paying off.

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(:lol: Crest spokesperson, are we?)

True? Either he's lying, or he's trying to-...never mind.

Still not believing he was speaking true, Alaina looked at him critically for the briefest of moments, then, seeing his smile..amended her thoughts and smiled as well.

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((Oh, goodness, this is great! I'm laughing so much!))

Bryne moved smoothly onto the dancing floor, putting one arm around Alassea's waist, holding her hand with the other. He began to move in time with the gentle waltz that was playing, bringing her along with him.

Azura watched Jarel with a faint touch of impatience. He said he had been distracted by a group of fan-girls, but she had seen him paying undue attention to a couple of other little, attention-seeking- she stopped her own thoughts, and started swaying again, looking to catch the eye of some other man.

(Ok, I'm getting bored, so..I'm bringing Rylin back in.)

Working his way through the crowd, after growing quite weary of watching all the dancing couples, Rylin had to bite his lip to keep from sighing in boredom. This evening had been nothing more than an endless exchange of greetings, for him at least, and he had half a mind to leave just then. He was jerked out of his thoughts suddenly, however, when he bumped into one of the women standing around.

(Cue whoever..)

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"Get abandoned, did you?" came Rilion's voice from behind her.

Alassea found herself extremely aware of his hand on her waist, a sensation she hadn't experienced before - usually she could wrap men round her little finger simply by blinking coyly and smiling, but this one seemed different. She met Bryne's eyes as they danced, and to her extreme amazement, felt herself begin to blush. Appalled, she suppressed it hastily and concentrated on dancing.

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((is Rilion behind Azura?))

Bryne surpressed a smile when he saw Alassea hide a blush. His many charms were working.

Alassea decided this had gone far enough - time to work her own charms. She looked up at Bryne, letting a little smile creep onto her lips. "You are an excellent dancer," she told him coyly, tossing her curls over one shoulder. "Why, I think it impossibly unfortunate we have not met before!"

((He is now!))

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Duke John simply couldn't tear his gaze off of her. Her faint blush brought a hint of color to her cheeks, and her smile could have rivaled the moon itself. He gently tilted her face to his, and before he even registered what was happening, his lips were over hers in a tender kiss.

In his subconscience, he remembered the wintergreen mint in his mouth. What girl could resist wintergreen?

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"It is indeed unfortunate, my lady." Bryne said, smiling back at her.

Azura turned, and for the second time that evening, found a very handsome man standing behind her. "Apparently my former partner has found another woman to dance with." she said, a half-smile on her lips. "That, unfortunately, leaves me all alone."

Rosa was in a very bad mood, not only had no one noticed her oh so supereb entry, the one guy, extreamly good looking guy she might as well add, as soon as he had seen her had rushed off to some bird who she swore had copied her hair from last year. That was way below the belt/chest area. Murmering to herself "Aloof unavalible princess aloof unavalible princes to make herself even more attractive she swept into the hall, accidently sweeping past the good lokking guy talking to the copy-cat and ripping his shirt magnificintly.

(thats jerel btw)

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Jeral was so caught up in the lovely Diana, that he could have just burst into open song. Her smile dazzled him to an extent that no other girl had ever been able to. She was truly the fairest...

Riiiiiiiiiiiipppp!

Air. He felt air, and heard a noise. And suddenly, part of his beautiful Spanish-laced shirt, was no longer. Nonexistent. Actually, it was lying in the floor.

Whirling around in a rage, he faced the woman whom had caught his eye earlier. For a minute, he was so consumed by his indignation, that he could think of nothing else.

And then he happened to glance down, noticing a great deal of his muscular chest exposed. Blood rushed to his face. How DARE this woman shame him so, in front of all these people, and most of all... in front of Diana?!

He lost all sense of propriety, and with a clenched jaw he grabbed Rosa's arm just a tad roughly. His eyes flickered orange like a dragon. The muscles in his forehead tensed. Obviously, he was no happy camper.

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