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After a distorted sound of space tearing, a dark orange portal opens in a corner of the dance floor, it pulsates with power, distoring the vision around it just like flames would, immediately after, someone walks out of it:
Umbra stands at 6'5ft, hugged by a long black shouderless night dress, strands of gold and dark red falling down her split gown, she is wearing a simple yet effective gold and black mask, successfully covering most of her facial features, with the exception of her glossy red lips, above her head something akin to a halo can be seen floating, but unlike a typical holy halo it's crimson red with thorns protruding from it.
Umbra snaps her fingers, the orange portal immediately closes, she gives a quick look around and speaks "oh me oh my... you've defintely impressed me, Duchess de L'hiver, I thank you for this invitation" the portal-maker was both surprised and enchanted by the unusual location, but even more by the number and diversity of guests... and incredible ammount of... chickens?

Alfred had arrived late to the party, though after trudging through a few feet of snow, and looked around as he saw that it had started already. He quickly strode over and tried to make it look like he had been there longer than he had, despite his clothes and body being covered in snow still.

The Nameless One delicately shooed away a couple of chickens, noticing Light Raygun had come to the rescue.

"Come to help with our little feathery friends, I see?~" Nameless chuckled, peering at the kitsune mask. "I'm grateful. Truly!"

She gazed at Rosy, smirking once more. "Ohh, what a cutie!"

She flared out her wings when a chicken pecked at the edges of her wings, annoyed. "Ouch..."

Chuckling, Cris reached out to help steady the White Demon. "Make noise and wave your arms, that'll scare them off" she suggested, before mimicking a fox's growl - so very similar to her ex husband's voice - and loudly going: "Shoo!"

Rosy, of course, didn't get what the fuss was all about, to her eyes this was just another funny game! So she squabbled loud too, in unison with her mother, and tried to reach out for the chicken - probably wanting to hug them more than wave them off, but to the birds it would make no difference given her vulpine appearance.

"Of course," says the Duchess to Vardarianna, and though her tone is warm, it seems slightly distant -- she is still concentrating, and there are still chickens pouring in from every corner of reality. Half of them are calmed by Faye's spell, but others are currently scrambling in places, like, say, over the claws of an actual dragon, and this bit of special horror keeps the other half of them agitated and fluttering all over the place. Pitchers of milk are being hustled out from various tents and added to the cauldron, where two assistant chefs are already working up a sweat while wielding giant whisks.

A glass of spiced mead is brought at a trot to Verdarianna by one of the servants, though it takes a moment as they have to pick their way through half a field of chickens that have settled down in the snow to coo and roost peacefully, and a few others that launch themselves bodily at the poor servant. Still, it arrives (mostly) unspilled, and is delivered with a bow.

"It was my pleasure," murmurs the Duchess to Umbra, then seems to shake herself. The tide of chickens has stopped rising, and she once again seems more present, her eyes focusing on the newly arriving guests and her smile lighting her face once more. She appears oblivious the absolute feathery chaos swirling around them all.

Vardarianna thanked the Duchess for the two goblets of warm liquid. When she turned, she saw the man come through the snow and she smiled. She walked over to him and handed him a gob;et of mulled wine and started to brush the snow off him. "It's cold outside, but is quite warm here in this glace. Welcome!"

"Woah... Those birds looked like some that we had in my land! But the ones here are definitely... Smaller..." He said, his eyes looking like that of a war veteran having flashbacks to the most bloody battle of his life.

The White Demon waved his arms, attempting to shoo a few of the chickens away.

He then looked at his hands and noticed they were trying to change in color.
He frowned and attempted to warm them by keeping his hands underneath the hem of his blouse, his breath fogging at the cold.

Cris chuckled good naturely at the Nameless One's words. "You could say it's sort of natural for foxes to hunt chickens, no?" she joked, shaking her head. "But yeah, figured it'd not hurt to even the odds a little. Shooooo!" she playfully growled at a particularly belligerent chicken, who immediately decided it had been belligerent enough when the fox-masked stranger loomed over it.

Rosy tilted her head and cooed at the Nameless One, pointing at her wings and moving her arms to mimick flight.

Faye sighed softly, accepting that her spell had sort-of-kind-of worked. She settled in a relatively calm area, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The Scholar happened to notice the White Demon

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The Scholar happened to notice that the White Demon was stuffing his hands under his shirt, struggling to keep warm. "I say there, little one!" He rose to all fours and very carefully approached the lad, gently pushing chickens out of the way--something that the birds absolutely did not appreciate. "Are you cold? Perhaps I can help?" The dragon's breath was quite warm.

Vardarianna looked around at the chaotic scene and stepped off to the side out of the way to watch the craziness a she sipped her mulled wine.

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He noticed The Scholar and was amazed to see a really big dragon.
White Demon was quick to notice the warmth of the dragon's breath.

He nodded yes, taking his hands out his blouse, revealing a few bad looking bruises that were forming on his hands, appearing to be pre-frostbite.

When one chicken proved to be stubborn and kept trying to peck at her wings, The Nameless One narrowed her eyes. Holding out her palm, a pile of pixie dust began to form- squatting down to the pesky chicken, she blew the dust onto it, and suddenly, it turned into... a toad?

She picked it up gently and chuckled at it. "Now now, I think that's enough, you."

Nameless set it back onto the ground and let it hop away. She turned her attention to Rosy again and spread out her wings, more pixie dust shimmering to the ground. "And who might this little one be?~ More importantly, who are you?"

Now that there aren't new chickens arriving, some of the "old" ones, who were not calmed down by Faye's spell, begin to wander off among the evergreen trees, gradually reducing the population of angry chickens in the glade. This still leaves perhaps a hundred calm chickens just... kind of hanging out in the snow. The cauldron of eggnog is starting to get full, three chefs whisking and whisking, the smell of sugar and cream and eggs wafting over the company.

The Duchess steps out of the snowy area and back onto the dance floor, where the air is nice and toasty. "I do apologize if I seemed distant," she says to Na'aiyah. "Hostess duties to attend to."

"Woah... Are you okay? He said worriedly to White Demon.

Flying above the chaos to avoid having her cloak pecked at by all the chickens, Tairloth also noticed the White Demon's brused hands. "Are you alright?" She called out as she flew back down and prepared to cast a healing spell.

The Scholar crouched like an oversized cat and brought his massive head down to gently breathe on the White Demon. His breath was like the hot air rolling off a campfire, but, admittedly, it didn't smell very good. "That looks nasty," he said, frowning in concern. "Come, little one, closer to the center." With one huge forepaw he gently tried to nudge White Demon towards the wooden dance floor where it was warmer.