[ at first, being torn away from his talímenios was his biggest concern. he's been through portals before, been separated from his lover before, but never quite like this. not with rhiminee falling down around him. but now he's waking up on a beach, feeling like he's been killed ( again ) and groping around him for his sword and black radley bow. when he finds his weapons, he staggers up to his feet and tries to get his bearings. it's bright, much like the sunlight at watermead but there's also smoke in the air. turning on the spot, he sees someone approaching. his nightrunner instincts kick in and he makes himself seem as unassuming as possible, which isn't that hard given his youthful looks and his bright blue eyes. he seems like an ordinary lost young man, if a bit out of place and time.

his clothes, while practically new, are a little worse for wear. still, it's clear from the fabric of his breeches and his embroidered coat that he's a member of nobility of some sort. he is, a baron even, but as far as he's concerned, right now he's just alec, a young man in need of assistance. ]

Excuse me! Excuse me, but... where am I?

[ after his rather uncomfortable arrival, alec figures the best way to learn more about the area is to do what he's often done with his lover, seregil: schmooze with the rich. he's dressed in the clothes he arrived in because he has yet to find a change of clothing, but as soon as he arrives to the party, he discards his cloak. then, with charm and grace, he begins mingling with the other party goers, comfortable in the setting despite being new to xistentia.

eventually, he'll realize the purpose of the party and while it causes some bit of blushing to color his cheeks, this too is familiar. not unlike carousing on mourning night in rhiminee. he remembers myrichia, the lovely courtesan who'd once taught him the ways of love making, but more importantly, he thinks of his talímenios, seregil, wondering what has become of him.

there's no time to dwell on where his love might be, however. grabbing a drink off a nearby offered platter, he begins sipping it before turning to the person next to him. ]

Are there parties like this often? Ah- Sorry, I should introduce myself. [ he bows politely. ] Baron Alec í Amasa of Mirrormoon, at your service.