Grand Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

This is indeed a Grand Hall. Like the rest of the house, the walls are of white stone and the floor is marble. In the south wall is the fireplace whose companion hearth is in the foyer. A long wooden table stretches almost the length of the hall, with chairs set all around it. At the most eastern end of the hall is a dais with a stone table upon it. This is where the lady of the manor, her family, and honoured guests would sit for meals. The hall itself is two stories tall, and windows in the north wall are at the second story level. A long pole with a hook at its end rests in the corner until it is needed to open or close a window. Large tapestries hang from the walls, to add some colour and feeling to the room. The odor of good food is coming through the door in the southwest corner which leads to the kitchen.

Sitting alone within the great hall is Lady Rennar Hune. She appears to be going over some papers at one of the larger tables.

Lok studies this seemingly young woman. A second, more crucial analysis reveals she is a hard woman, wise beyond her years. He approaches. "I have word that you wanted to meet with me, if you are the Lady Rennar, of House Hune? I am Lok Cire Tiamaro, of Tear. I relize that an appointment was not made, and I apologize for the intrusion." He makes a slight bow, unsure of her station.

Hard? Rennar? Hardly. She is young, indeed; having had the position thrust upon her well before her time, at the ripe young age of eighteen years. Hearing the approach, Rennar glances up. A curious look comes to her eyes as she regards the strange man approaching. "No intrusion at all," she offers quietly, motioning to a chair not too far away from herself. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Indeed, I had sent a request to meet with you. I trust you know what this meeting is about?" She lets the question linger a touch at the end. She seems amiable enough, her emerald eyes softly watching Lok in an inquistive manner. 

VIEWING: Blood and a dagger linger around Lok's form.

Lok seats himself, seeming to relax and lounge. A closer inspection reveals that he is coiled tightly. "Yes. My proposal to Ariana."

Darayn walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

There is almost a hestitation, but not quite one, as Rennar nods her head. "Indeed. She wrote a missive to me stating that she's found someone she wishes to wed. Of course, being of one of the noble families, you must understand that I have need to look into such a request. I must see that the arrangement will be a suitable one, not only for House Hune, but for my cousin as well." There is a strange look about Rennar's manner, as she continues to study Lok, her eyes widening slightly at something unforeseeable. Clearing her throat, she pushes herself back into some sort of normalcy, and asks simply, though strangely, "Do you love her?"

Lok turns to study the newcomer, staying in his seat.

Wandering about the Hune Manor with what one could aptly describe as an infinitely bored countenance, Darayn brightens a bit as he notes the presence of other sentient people nearby. This expression narrows to something a bit more wry as he catches the very end of Rennar's comment.

Lok nods in understanding at the politics of nobility. When the question is presented, Lok's eyes burn with an intensity never seen before. "With all of my being," he whispers fiercly.

VIEWING: Also, a gold ring hands about Lok's form.

Rennar's attention is briefly distracted by the arrival of Darayn. Her emerald gaze quietly regards him, before she nods her head, "Darayn. All is well this evening?" She does not yet introduce the two to one another, instead turning back to address Lok. A hint of approval shows in her eyes, "Good. I do not want to have the misfortune of marrying her to someone that will show her no love. While, thats not how most noble Houses do business with one another, I believe there should be love within a marriage before one goes into it. Rarely do I force members of my family into such an arrangement." Revealing information about the Lady; one who married only for love herself, rather than any fortune to be had. "You will, of course, abide by the traditions of Andor, yes?"

Laughing, Lok seems to finally relax. "I will do my best, Lady. If I err, it is from ignorance, and I apologize."

"Oh, I am well enough Rennar," the blonde haired sowrdsman replies smoothly, moving aside a bit to allow the pair at least the appearence of privacy...although the turn of his head lends a clue he might be listening to what is being discussed.

Lok does no more than glance at the swordsman, but one gets the impression Lo knows everything going on around him.

Rennar's eyes turn once more to Darayn, inviting him into the conversation. "That is good to hear, cousin," she smiles easily. With a slight flick of her wrist, she motions toward Lok, "This is Lok Cire Tiamaro, of Tear." Now she starts the introductions. Turning to Lok, she murmurs gently, "This is Darayn Hune, one of the cousins." With that stated, she continues in a contemplative manner. "Good," she answers his first comment, adding, "then you shall know that the first of the Andoran traditions is that you must publically state you are going to marry my cousin, and then wait a year and a day before you are to be wed." Then, a small frown comes to her features, "Unless, of course, you've gotten around that custom around some other.... unfavorable means?" Pregnancy, she means, with disapproval hinting iwthin her eyes even as she makes that comment.

Lok laughs heartily at the implication. "No, Lady. I have not used any. . .unfavorable means. At least, not that I am aware of. As to the year and a day, I would wait forever for her."

Lok just now manages to score a few more points with Rennar. Lightly, a smile forms on her lips, "I would not make you wait that long." There is a brief pause as Rennar further considers, "But there is a matter between Houses. Yours is of noble lineage as well?" She is unfamiliar with Tarien society, and is not afraid to ask questions. She casts a glance in Darayn's direction, observing his reactions to the conversation.

Lok nods solemnly. "The oldest House in Tear."

Choosing silence, Darayn merely watches the conversation between the two with something aproaching mirth as the lad fields the Dauther-Heir's sallies. Catching Rennar's glance, the irascible Hune winks.

"And the members of your family.... the are amenable to this sort of union? One made out of love, rather than gain?" Rennar inquires, pressing her lips in thought. Tariens are usually stingy about those sorts of things.

they are amenable, rather

Lok laughs bitterly. "For the most part, yes. Those who aren't, well," he reaches a hand over his shoulder to grip the hilt of his longsword for a moment.

When Lok reaches for his longsword, there is a distinct look of disapproval which comes to Rennar's features. "I would, of course, need to check with the head of your House. If I may be so bold, I'd like to be supplied with that name so that I might entreat them with a formal request for an alliance between the Houses."

Lok thinks for a moment. "The person to contact would be Mialyn, or Geraint. If you would like, I will talk with Mialyn myself."

Rennar smirks slightly, "I'd prefer to do the talking myself, thank you. If only to ensure that the information shared and gleaned is the same between ourselves, and to make certain a proper alliance can be arranged." She lightens the expression on her features lightly, "Please, tell me a bit about yourself." She waits expectantly, looking toward Darayn once more in a contemplative manner.

Lok stands. "I am truly sorry, but I must go. I have a previous appiontment." HE turns to go. "The LIght shine on you."

Lok goes home.

Darayn 's brow furrows a bit, his first negative reaction, as the Tairen fondles the hilt of his blade...

Rennar blinks faintly as Lok jolts out of his seat and starts for the door. "Well, that was certainly interesting." With that done, for now, she turns her attention to Darayn. "What do you make of the boy, cousin?"

Moving a bit closer to Rennar, Darayn also peers at the Tairen's departing figure, "He seems a decent enough lad...if a bit impetuous and reckless-seeming. I can't say I approve of cowing one's family with a sword, though." he adds at alst, somewhat reluctantly.

"I don't say that I approve of his threats either. I do not employ such tactics within House Hune, and would expect him to abide by our etiquette, if and when he marries into the family." Sighing softly, Renanr shakes her head. "Do you know of this Mialyn he speaks?"

Finger to lips Darayn ponders for a long moment before replying, "I do not...believe so." he says, hesitantly, "Although I know little enough of...certain parts of Tear."

"Certain parts of Tear?" Rennar asks in an inquisitive manner. Darayn would know that Rennar's only been to Tar Valon, and that was a brief stint to get the Queen back from her training. She has not travelled anywhere else in her lifetime; bordering on being sheltered almost.

Running a hand through his hair in what could only be described as an uncomfortable gesture, Darayn's cheeks color ever so faintly as he fashions his reply, "I have never been over proud of my youth, Rennar. Cheif among those less than pleasnt years to recollect is the time I spent in Tear in tutelage with a particularly, forceful, swordsman." Falling silent, Darayn appears a bit discocnerted.

Slowly, Rennar nods in understanding. "I will not force the subject with you, but if there is anything you feel I should know, I would welcome any information you could give me. I am unfamiliar with Tarien customs and ideals."

Darayn nods, "Of course, although I can't imagine I would be of much help. As I said, I had little experience with the circles a nobleman would find themselves in within Tear."

"I trust your judgement, Darayn." Renanr states simply, shrugging her shoulders a tad. She then turns her attention more upon her cousin, watching him quietly, "How are you finding life within Caemlyn?"

Clearly relieved to be discussing smoething else, Darayn's countenance resumes some of it's usual joviality. "Well enough, I'd say. Although," he adds wryly, "I would imagine I might have been a good bit better had not a certain Daughter-Hair saw the need to get a bit of air at a certain table at the Rose a night or two hence." he says in good humor.

A light smirk comes to Rennar's features, "Must I be reminded of that title?" She sighs lightly, sitting back heavily into her chair. "I fear I am hardly fit to be the Daughter-Heir." In truth, she hardly even attends the court sessions, and is kept out of a lot of the court procedures. "If you wish, cousin, I could choose other tables, and ignore you if that would make you feel more comfortable during my evening jaunts?" There is good humor in that comment at least, attempting to alleviate any heaviness of her initial reaction.

Darayn snorts, "Indeed? Just sit at a table all alone, with only your guard for company? Now what kind of Hune would I be if I imposed such a harsh punishment on you?" After a moment's pause he continues, "And besides, like as not you simply saved me from another romance doomed to leave indelible marks on the poor maiden left in my wake. At least, that's what I keep telling people."

A soft smile graces Rennar's lips at Darayn's words. "Well, still. The offer is there, should you ever wish to not be associated with me." She gives a small shrug of her shoulders, eyes glancing at the papers laid before her. Those, alone, are enough to elicit a sigh from the young Lady; who acts as her own steward for the House as well. "Do you ever wish that you could just escape from it all, and put things behind you?"

Darayn's laugh is honest enough, "Put /what/ things behind me, Rennar? I don't have any particular duties here, I divide my time fairly equally between drinking, dicing, and flirting, and I haven't been to a Court function in...well, I don't think I've /ever/ been to a court function. If I had any less to put behind me, I believe I'd be dead."

Looking up, Rennar considers Darayn more seriously. "Have you a desire to get more involved in the House politically?" It is a serious enough question, and one which she genuinely seems to want an answer to.

"I think the question might be: Would you actually want /me/ responsible for more significant matters, Rennar." Darayn responds quickly. "While I'm admittedly no dolt, there are certain traits I possess which make those types of endavors...difficult...for me to succeed in. Can you just imagine?" He adds with a laugh, "You sending me to a COurt function and I miss fully half of the session because I can't stop flirting with some minor Lady or another? If you're looking to make Hune's reputation a bit less respectable, I'd suppose I could be quite a tool."

"I think there's more to you than flirting." Rennar states in a quiet fashion. "Demonder used to be much the same way, and was not taken seriously at all. He's become more and more recognized since we took an interest in one another." She shrugs her shoulders a touch, sighing softly, "I simply think they did not wish to see his true potential because of his heritage, and how far down he was born within it." She pauses, regarding Darayn in a quiet manner, "Is there a way within the family that you'd like to put your skills to use? Surely you know something that could be of aid to House Hune?"

Darayn thinks carefully for a span of seconds, "I...do not know, Rennar." he answers simply. "I know my blade, and perhaps that is all I truly know about myself. Perhaps that is all there is to me," he notes with a resigned tone and a shrug. "Had you an idea in mind, rennar, or is this just idle wondering?"

Darayn has reconnected.

There is a faint pause as Rennar sits up a bit, considering Darayn's words. "I simply wish to make more use of the members of my family, and allow them to excell at their talents and skills." There's a faint pause, as Renanr sits back again, tilting her head to her side a bit, "If flirting, gaming and drinking are all you wish to do in life, I'll not stop that. But, isn't there a time when you even wish you had something of significance that called to you?"

"A difficult question, Rennar," the Hune Blademaster says softly. "For some it might even be a dangerous question. Even so," he says, posture softening slightly, "I can only say it is not something I've ever put my mid towards. You see, my childhood and adolescence were so focused on this," he says, touching the hilt of his blade, "That when I finally achieved what some call the pinnacle of this weapon's possibility I think perhaps I felt I had done as much as I could do, had achieved as much as I could achieve."

Nodding slightly, Rennar considers further Darayn's words. "Well, if you find you wish to achieve more in life, simply speak with me when you've decided what you would like to do. I'd like to encourage growth and development." She shrugs her shoulders a bit, "Consider me teetering on the edge of insanity for even thinking this, but I feel it would bring us closer together as a House."

A soft chuckle slips from Darayn's lips as he offers Rennar a formal bow, "Indeed," he remarks as he straightens, "I will endavor to keep what you suggest a secret, for should it become common knowledge I daresay you might find yourself the target of a physician's interest." With that, Darayn glances toward the door, "If I am to have a revelation, I'd imagine I should go to where I do my best thinking..." and he trails off slyly.

Rennar chuckles faintly at Darayn's words. "I will not hold you if you mean to go off for the evening."

"You are a wise and kind Duchess, Rennar," Darayn replies with a laugh as he turns off towards the door, moving into the evening with a jaunty stride.