Near the edge of the Virens forest was a massive camp full of tents. In the center of the tent was a large stage for performances that had been built in a week, as requested by the party organizer. There were groups of tables scattered throughout the tents and near the dancing area. The tables had been nailed into the ground so they couldn't be flipped or stolen. There were servants ready to refill glasses and food on the tables. Hidden in one of the larger tents was barrels full of party food and alcohol along with a few other drinks. Each barrel of alcohol was made from a few of Ciara's favorite providers.

Entertainers dressed in costumes were finishing putting on their makeup while the people in charge of entertainer protection were preparing to punch anybody who tried to hurt them. Though this security wouldn't interfere with drunken brawls. They were just there for the entertainers not the guests. All of this was funded by a series of nobles were were….interested in getting this festival. They were secretly hoping for something far better than just a noble ball or some other boring festivity. This was something exciting. Something that would give the nobles a bit more fun in their boring political lives. 

They had installed some sort of magical device on stage to ensure that the music was loud enough. Torches were dotted the party campsite and tables were covered with glasses and food. Ciara watched silently from a hidden spot in one of the trees of the Virens forest as the guests began to pile in. Everyone from every walks of life had been invited. Peasants dressed up in their nicest clothes from the locals nearby, nobles dressed in fine outfits and jewels, famous musicians known for their musical talents, knights still wearing their shiny armor, wizards and mages with anti-drunk potions, thieves ready to pickpocket, individuals too afraid to show their face so they wore masks, renowned researchers, healers who had left their medical supplies at home, vampires lurking in the dark for their meal, farmers, warriors, sailors, soldiers, servants, lycans, and even a few angels. 

The music had begun when the first guest had entered the scene. Now, there were drums on stage, a dozen of them each with their own drummers from Onnen. Bonfires were started and drinks were being grabbed from the table. Food was being chowed down and everything seemed to come to life. People were chatting, dancing, laughing, eating, drinking, and of course using all sorts of special spice that she had provided on the spice table. But if this party really wanted to get hyped up, they would have to have somebody show them how to really dance. 

Jumping down from her low branch in the tree, she sped over to the stage where the music was playing. Her blue hair was wild and her loose dress flowed in the wind. The gown she had chosen was a two piece. The top was more like a fancy bra while the bottom was a skirt. It was an outfit meant for a belly dancer. And with the fast beat of those drums…she knew exactly what she was going to do. The second she got onto stage, the drums came to a halt. She walked to the center and waited for them to restart. One of the musicians shrugged and began slowly.

Ciara followed the melody, her hips moving like a snake. Every muscle in her stomach, arms, and legs moved to the beat of the drums. The other drummers joined in and suddenly sped everything up but she wasn't bothered. She was as fast as lightning, hitting every note on point. The music filled her mind and became the only important thing. Then the music slowed and she began to arch her back to the sound. She slowly bent over and it seemed like she was folding herself in half. When her fingers touched the ground, she flipped and landed on her feet. The crowd roared with approval. 

"WELCOME TO WILD FEST!" She announced with the help of the magical device, "My name is Ciara and I will be your host tonight! We have drinks, food, spices, and performances to last you a lifetime! Lets party like no one has ever before!"

The crowd cheered and the drums began a different tune. With her performance done, she made her way off the stage and began making her way through the crowds. The party was just beginning and would get even more insane than it did before. This was a prime place for Ciara to start messing around and having fun. There were so many people to play with but not enough time. 

[OOC: Tour is wearing a Saree like this ]

Having heard about the party in the wilds through the grapevine, the half dragon had decided that she wanted to see what a party in these lands was like. She had heard that it wouldn’t be a typical ball like most nobles put on either. But something special, something different, where everyone was invited at no cost, the nobles footing all the bills and providing all the food and drinks.

Finding the location hadn’t been hard, with so many travelling there for it all Tourmaline had to do was follow the crowds. Tourmaline had flown there, however, following from above with her large wings carrying her easily through the sky at a lazy pace. Tourmaline landed among the crowd when she saw an opening, gaining some attention right away, because of her entrance and of her unique looks.

Folding her large grey feathered wings against her back as much as she could, Tourmaline was wearing a light grey seree. Its cut showed off the tattoo work on her right thigh and the rest of the fabric was somewhat see through, showing off her flawless slightly grey hued skin. At a few inches under six feet tall she wasn’t a standout with her height, but her dull green hair was allowed to hang lose around her head down to her shoulders. A simple pair of slippers covered her feet, while a set of earrings hung in each lobe, she had a ring in her lower lip, a nose ring, a few piercings in her eyebrows and when she spoke there was a stud in her tongue as well.

Ignoring some of the glances she was getting, Tourmaline was quick to find herself a glass of red wine to sip while she watched the crowd. It was around then that the dancer came to the stage and Tour made no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring at the beautiful fae woman as she belly danced. When her dance was over it turned out she was also the host of the party and the half dragon smiled.

Tourmaline moved to intercept the fae woman, grabbing two fresh glasses of wine as she did. ”Excuse me.” Tour spoke reaching to gently tap on Ciara’s shoulder if needed to catch her attention. If said attention was giving Tour smiled and held the glass of wine out. ”I just wanted to say thank you for hosting, and that you are a splendid dancer. My name is Tourmaline.”

Ciara enjoyed the attention she had received from the crowd. All eyes being on her. However, it was the sight of people letting loose their former inhibitions and feeling the wild beat of the drum that made her heart soar. A tap on her shoulder her made her spin around to gaze a beautiful woman with stylish piercing and gorgeous wings. It was a slight surprise to see an angel at a party like this, then again she had been to a few angel parties and had an incredible time. She took the glass of wine with a smile as Tourmaline introduced herself. 

"You flatter me, do go on." Ciara said with a smile, "My name is Ciara. Its a pleasure to meet you. I hope you are enjoying the festivities. We have fire dancers, jugglers, food, dancing, music, and even a few special performances."

She took a sip of the wine and observed Tourmaline with greater attention. The angel was wearing a light grey seree and had a lovely tattoo on her right thigh. Ciara took her sweet time looking at the tattoo. Turning to the crowd, she wondered how many there were. A hundred? Hundreds? The truth was that she had no idea. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was the entertainment. 

"Everybody is here for something different." Ciara said with a smirk, "Socialization, having fun, getting away from bad days. So what about you? What brings you here?"

Ciara took another sip of the wine and leaned against one of the tables. Her eyes were glued to Tourmaline's as they talked. It was rare for people to have her full attention, as she often jumped from one place to another. Staying in one place was never something Ciara enjoyed. There were so many things in this world to enjoy. And so many people. Wasting time would only result in regrets.