Radiant cool eyes shifted venomously over the growing crowd. He did love parties, though perhaps this one was a bore thus far. Thin lips twisted at every high-pitched giggle that erupted from the gathering, a sigh escaping his nares at every hearty belly laugh. At least they were having a lovely evening.
But he could not stand on the sidelines and observe forever.
Isopia.
Surely the Mountain that Knows was one to stick out from a crowd.
The scarf-donned gentleman traced his way lakeside in search of his partner having convinved himself to fully invest himself in the soiree and the secrets it might provide.

And soon the green beheld the gold; her eyes which were equally as ferocious were he first thing he found between the trees, soon noting her peculiar jaw markings and intricate clothing. A smile writhed its way onto his lips, the kind that his eyes ignored, and he approached.
"The Mountain that Knows" was the serpents hiss as he slunk in front of her, opalescent eyes flicking from her eartips to hooves. "my my, the stories to not do you justice"
"You may be happy to know that the Specter who thieved your dear herd-brother's bags has been replaced" The gelding announced to her with the slightest of smirks, raising his head and puffing his chest with pride.

The Mountain's puzzled queries in response only caused a short-lived cackle to fall from the serpent's tongue, a piece of his gaze catching her own once more. "Oh darling, no no no" he cooed "Alysanne would never hang one of her cheerleaders. I took matters into my own hands and challenged for the rank"
It was quite clear that the pale palomino was still ever so proud of himself, yet the fact that his herd still doubted him was a worry. For so long they semed to have trusted in dictators and chess players - apparent leaders who watched minions from afar. Not under his watch; A guild they would become.
"You did not come here to chat about politics though. This night is about pleasure, not business.
But do indulge me - tell me truthfully, why have you come?"

Toulouse spoke in the most daring of voices, his wicked eyes as enchanting as a snakes could be. Perhaps he wished to hear her admit loneliness or the need for companionship - or perhaps it was something more biological she sought. Either way, he doubted anything would come from a sober czarina (even were she a recently de-throned one at that) and so he turned his tail and motioned towards the lake. "Also, I do believe there is a lily pad out there filled with fine fermented apples with your name on it"

It wasn't as if she needed to finish her sentence for the snake to understand the point she wished to illustrate - she was as antisocial as they came this one, and as awkward as a young goose. Not all were born with the great grace and air that a doe such as Manon had, and there were a great many stags who didn't posess that certain charm one ought to. All had their strengths, and for what Isopia lacked in social skills she surely made up for in fighting or so the specter had herd.
"Social events are a rare gem in our grump-infested country. Everyone is far too serious." The gelding began, a great smile twitching against his lips. "I am glad you could accept my invitation though"

Toulouse had not really thought about who the invitations went to, and there were so many nameless faces present that he was certain the invitations had been spread by a vast number of the recipients. Why not make Isopia feel special though? He could tell her he'd sent her an invitation especially could he not? Besides, there would be no harm in telling her he was one of the hosts of this soiree.
The gelding took the apple that was offered, crushing it between his teeth and swallowing it down his throat. He allowed his eyes to seek hers, eyelashes shielding his gaze ever so slightly. With a slight grunt, eyes widening at the ferocity of the alcohol, Toulouse began to answer her questions. "I came because I am your host, dear Mountain - Lady Manon and I. How rude it would be if I did not show up to my own party"