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.

Darayn

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

Seated within the Grand Hall, Rennar is quietly breaking her fast with an arrangement of meats, fruits and pastries. She appears to be going over some reports on the business of the House as she does so.

Jaelana isn't creeping around, for a surprise, but entering from the Entrance Hall relatively calmly. Maybe she's just been going for a walk, but that's the most _likely_ explanation. When she sees Rennar, her golden eyes flicker slightly, but then she manages a curtsey which, whilst not one of the best, could pass.

Seated off in a quieter portion of the Grand Hall, Darayn looks the picture of silent misery. Head between hands save for a shuddering, lips-thinning glance at the food in front of Rennar, Darayn's mdoerately pale countenance and pinched lips speak volumes of his 'condition.'

Rennar looks up from the table, a brow lifting slightly as she catches a glimmer of Jaelana. She smiles gently. "Please, Jaelana. Don't do that." She refers to the curtsey. "You are family, nevermind the fact I don't even allow the servants that sort of thing here." Indeed, Rennar treats the servants as if they were part of the family, rather than staff, simply.

Jaelana blushes faintly, then straightens, looking down, however, to show that some of her new-found confidence may still be easily shaken. "Yes, Lady Rennar." Eyes still downcast, and still somewhat nervous now, though she shoots a sidelong glance in Darayn's direction.

There is a warm smile which graces Rennar's lips. "If you are hungry, please come in and join us." There is a warmth to her voice as she invites the young woman into the room. While she may still be a touch uneasy herself around Jaelana, she does try to do whatever she can to make her newfound cousin feel at home. "And please, just Rennar. Or, Renni. I like to be as casual as possible when home, and encourage everyone else to be the same."

Between shallow breaths, Darayn seems content enough to remain where he is and remain as still and silent as possible. He does, however, spare Jaelana a glance and nod of recognition before resuming his silent suffering.

"Yes...." Jaelana hesitates. "...Rennar." She almost stumbles over the name, but she's certainly not game enough to try the other. Looking a little less nervous, she tilts her head slightly as she regards both noblewoman and the food before her, before murmuring her thanks and taking small steps forward. She also manages to nod to Darayn, regaining a little of that former composure.

Rennar's eyes then briefly go to Darayn, regarding him slightly. She sighs faintly, shaking her head, "I see you've found your calling once more, hmm Darayn?" She speaks casually of the conversation they both had a few days prior. There's also a teasing note to her voice, knowing full well she's offered her cousin an opportunity to be more within the House.

"It wasn't my fault, Rennar," Darayn responds slowly, raising his head to open a bleary-eyed gaze out on the world, "The honor of Hune was challenged and I felt the need...oh, never mind," he trails off at last, obviously lacking the acuity and energy at this juncture to even craft a witty rejoinder.

Jaelana watches the other two in silence, but her golden eyes are slightly narrowed.

Concern then does come to Rennar's eyes. "How was the honor of Hune challenged?" The concern is more for Darayn's welfare than for Hune's sake. She offers Jaelana another warm look, but keeps her attention mostly on Darayn.

With what appears to be a herculean effort, Darayn endeavors to bend his mind back on the events of yestereve. "I can't quite seem to recall, to be honest...although I'm certain it was insulting." he says at last...as though that answered her question.

Smirking slightly, Rennar sighs at Darayn. "What am I to do with you?" It's a rhetorical question really. With a motion of her hand she calls a servant over to the table and whispers something to them. The servant nods and goes into the kitchen. "It wasn't from Tebrya, was it?" There's almost a dark edge to her voice as she mentions that name.

Darayn laughs, and pays an immediate price for his joviality. Barely stifling a groan, Darayn idly massages his temples, "Studious looking sort, pinched nose, hair in a bun?" he says in a loose description. "I believe a woman such as that might just come apart were they to linger overlong where I was last night.

"No. Tebrya is young, and while she dyes her hair, she looks very much like the others within the Hune family." There's almost a touch of steel to Rennar's voice, though she sighs and shrugs her shoulders, letting it go. "Fancies herself a swordswoman, though how she got herself that title I'll never know." Just then, a servant exits the kitchens with a glass of liquidy.... stuff. She sets it down before Darayn.

Staring at the glass with a decided amount of distrust, Darayn leans over the glass and takes a testing sniff of it's contents. Lips thinning, he leans back in his seat and slides the mug away from him with the distant touch of someone handling a live snake. "I think perhaps I should go back to bed...actually, I think it's go /to/ bed." And with that Darayn rises to his feet, a bit unsteadily, and makes his way towards his rooms.

Watching quietly, Rennar chuckles. "If that's what you wish, though I assure you that would perhaps solve whatever headache problems you have." She smiles at Darayn as he starts to move away. "Good evening, cousin, or morning rather."