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Even by Serennian standards, the summer evening couldn’t have been more perfect. Dusk had only just fallen over the capital of Serenno, transforming the cloudy sky into a mosaic of orange and purple hues. The air was crisp and refreshing after a warm day, manifesting as the gentle breeze that carried across the streets and canals of Carannia. Providing an exquisite setting as guests only just began to arrive at the Malvern estate grounds.
Months had passed since the last soiree hosted by the Malvern family - one that had been unceremoniously interrupted by some rogue Force User. It was only due to the timely intervention of a certain Savior of Serenno that things hadn’t escalated for the worse. With tightened security and a more exclusive guest list, there was little concern that their summer evening would go anything but smoothly.
Naturally, Alistair Winchester would be amongst the first to receive an invitation to the party. His was a name making waves throughout the Serenno social scene, and one that Lady Malvern had begun to favor personally.
The waterside Malvern Villa - their Carannia residence - stood as an impressive feature to the Carannia skylight, structures capped with domed towers and slender cypress trees that dotted the grounds. The private dock and gardens had been transformed for the evening, decorated with lights and exotic topiary. All manner of food and drink was laid out upon the tables, ferried by staff to service the scores of nobility and wealthy elite that had begun to arrive. Just beyond the docks, the canals were filled with lantern-tipped gondolas - providing lazy rides across the water, just before it poured into the Belsallian Sea beyond the city.
Amongst the revelry and festivities, Marec had casually made his way to the nearest table of drinks - treating himself the finest wine placed out for the guests. The younger Malvern was dressed for the occasion, sporting black slacks and button-down, coupled with an expensive chrono on his wrist. His brown hair was combed neatly into place, with only the faintest stubble left to line his sharp jaw.
Over a year had passed since his forced exit from the Sith Order and return to Serenno, and none of that time had given the Malvern a higher tolerance for the listless smalltalk or socialization - pointedly avoiding any attempt to be placed before a potential suitor or business partner of his family.
Instead, Marec enjoyed his own corner of the party - his amber gaze lingering upon a particularly attractive Twi’lek member of staff that passed his field of vision.
Months had passed since the last soiree hosted by the Malvern family - one that had been unceremoniously interrupted by some rogue Force User. It was only due to the timely intervention of a certain Savior of Serenno that things hadn’t escalated for the worse. With tightened security and a more exclusive guest list, there was little concern that their summer evening would go anything but smoothly.
Naturally, Alistair Winchester would be amongst the first to receive an invitation to the party. His was a name making waves throughout the Serenno social scene, and one that Lady Malvern had begun to favor personally.
The waterside Malvern Villa - their Carannia residence - stood as an impressive feature to the Carannia skylight, structures capped with domed towers and slender cypress trees that dotted the grounds. The private dock and gardens had been transformed for the evening, decorated with lights and exotic topiary. All manner of food and drink was laid out upon the tables, ferried by staff to service the scores of nobility and wealthy elite that had begun to arrive. Just beyond the docks, the canals were filled with lantern-tipped gondolas - providing lazy rides across the water, just before it poured into the Belsallian Sea beyond the city.
Amongst the revelry and festivities, Marec had casually made his way to the nearest table of drinks - treating himself the finest wine placed out for the guests. The younger Malvern was dressed for the occasion, sporting black slacks and button-down, coupled with an expensive chrono on his wrist. His brown hair was combed neatly into place, with only the faintest stubble left to line his sharp jaw.
Over a year had passed since his forced exit from the Sith Order and return to Serenno, and none of that time had given the Malvern a higher tolerance for the listless smalltalk or socialization - pointedly avoiding any attempt to be placed before a potential suitor or business partner of his family.
Instead, Marec enjoyed his own corner of the party - his amber gaze lingering upon a particularly attractive Twi’lek member of staff that passed his field of vision.