Entrance Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You are in the foyer, or entrance hall, of House Hune. The walls around you are made of white stone, and the floor is made of marble. Set into the middle of the floor is a stone mosaic of the House Hune sigil. Doors and archways lead off of the foyer into other parts of the building. But the most predominant feature here is the staircase. It stands opposite the doors to the courtyard, and is made of marble. It is in a horseshoe shape, with the two ends beginning on the floor, and the height of the crescent reaching the second floor. There is a small landing at the climax of the staircase, so it is possible to go from one end of the stairs to the other without actually leaving the foyer. The small landing area leads into the upstairs hallway, but is also useful as an area from which to address large crowds in the foyer. Under the landing area is the door to the kitchen. In the south wall is the door to the Steward's Office, and the north wall contains the entrance to the Grand Hall. A large fireplace also rests in the north wall, and gives heat to the main floor during the winter.

Borric

Stepping into the foyer followed closely by Trigorin, Garaint takes only a brief moment to look around before bowing deep to the Lady Rennar, his bow echoed by Trigorin, though the son stays silent as the father speaks, "Good evening, and Light shine. Lady Rennar, if I do not miss my guess?"

And just behind follows the tagalong Alysande, appearing more like a child invited to dress up and visit the others then any adult, though she carries herself like a grown-up. She doesn't say anything, but adds her own gesture to those from Trigorin and Garaint.

Standing within the Great Hall, speaking to Mistress Genette about a few things, is the Duchess of House Hune. "And please be certain to make sure the cream is chilled. Last time, one of the servants brought it out warm." A coughing sound over her shoulder catches her attention; one of the servants signalling to the Lady that she has guests. Rennar turns around and smiles, nodding her head to each who have entered. "Good evening."

Borric slowly walks down the stairs, looking around, before he stops, almost in the middle of the stairway, bowing to the various people he sees.

Demonder descends the staircase from the second floor and joins you in the entry hall.

Rising from his bow, Geraint looks faintly apologetic as he looks over his shoulder at his rather meager escort, "I apologize for any delay, but one of our wagons, threw a wheel on the way here, and my wife was a little shaken, by the event. I hope she will be joining us soon."

Mialyn enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

"Aye, I am Lady Rennar." The young Hune Duchess speaks, finally realizing a question had been asked of her. She nods her head in an ever elegant manner. "I've had dinner held a touch. If you'll follow me, it will be served momentarily." She smiles gently, motioning with her hand toward the Grand Hall. Catching movement on the stairs, she smiles at Demonder and Borric both as they appear.

Trigorin seems not quite as calm as his father, letting his eyes flicker from one corner of the room to the other, seemingly only by force of will to be keeping from chewing on his fingernails.

Geraint nods his thanks to Rennar, while letting his gaze follow hers to the two lords entering the hall.

Alysande doesn't move. Anywhere. She just stands after she returns to her position, just staying almost motionless and watching.

Borric moves down the rest of the stairs, and then looks around, at the people present.

Demonder makes his way down the steps near Borric, having already set his sights on Rennar from near the top. Navigating through the room, he makes his way toward Rennar while inclining his head to the others in welcome.

"This is Lord Demonder of House Roesone, my husband." Rennar first introduces Demonder; of course. Then, motioning with a delicate wave of her hand to Borric, she continues, "And Lord Borric of Hune. Likely, they and others of House Hune will be joining us as well." Her eyes do flicker over the other members of the Tarien party. Once more, she states, "If you'll follow me..." And with that she starts into the grand hall, the doors held by one of the servants.

You walk through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

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.

Jaelana

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

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

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

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

"A pleasure," Demonder bows to each as he is introduced, and then moves into the Grand Hall. His gaze settled on Rennar with a touch of curiousity, though he says nothing more for the moment.

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

"Please, make yourselves comfortable." Rennar states. Already the table has been set, and small glasses filled with some water to start off for the evening. Servants come out of the kitchen bearing trays of wine, both white and red, from the Roesone collection. She goes to stand by her own seat and waits politely as the others start to sit before taking her own seat.

Mialyn makes her way through the arch, scarcely looking contrite, and she makes her way to join the others of her house.

"If you would allow me to introduce the Lady Alysande, and my son Trigorin." Geraint says as they arrive into the hall, nodding his head to the people mentioned, and then after taking a little look around, comments, "A pleasant place you have made for yourself here, My Lady." he then, followed by Trigorin, starts toward the table, pausing when he sees Mialyn enter, "And my daughter Mialyn..."

Jaelana slips into the hall, looks a little startled when she sees those gathered, and her golden eyes narrow slightly though she doesn't immediately leave.

As Borric enters the Hall, he glances around, slowly, before he moves towards the table, smiling to those he sees.

Geraint can not help but blink when he notes the colour of the girl's eyes, but takes care not to stare, though Trigorin seems either to have forgotten his manners, or maybe just not as adapt as covering his surprise, as he frankly... stares.

"A pleasure to meet you all. Lord Trigorin, Lord Geraint. Ladies." Rennar nods her head at each, eyes carefully running over those who presently remain within her hall. Seeing Geraint's blink, Rennar takes notice of Jaelana, whom she had not seen upon arrival, "This is also another of the Hune clan. Lady Jaelana." Her introductin is jovial enough, and without any signs that she sees anything unusual about her eyes.

Demonder stands behind his seat next to Rennar's, his light green eyes taking notice of those he hasn't met before this day.

Alysande manages to not stare, probably by virtue of having bizarre eyes herself - though she still notes it, for sure, and maybe even pays a bit more attention then she really should. Her attention is drawn again to the Hall itself, which she spends an open minute examining, and then back to the hostess.

Mialyn curtseys after a moment, more out of courtesy than anything else, and it could be a curtsey directed at anyone. As she looks over those she does not know, her face is quite calm, though her gaze lingers a little longer on Jaelana.

Alysande has not been approved to play a restricted character. Please contact a wizard or staff member if she is claiming restricted character abilities in her roleplay.

The drinks are served to everyone within the room, all invited to choose between white or red wines. If other drinks are requested they are politely retrieved and served as well. Rennar waits a moment longer, then takes her own seat, speaking softly as she does so. "Now, I don't believe everyone knows why I called this dinner, or event, between our Houses. Lord Tiamaro, I'm certain, has a fairly good idea, however."

Geraint, nods his head to all, "Lords, Ladies. Light's blessing on all." turning to focus his attention on Lady Rennar before speaking again, "I would like to thank you for your invitation, Lady Rennar."

Jaelana's mouth twists ever so slightly at the reactions, but she doesn't say anything. Indeed if anything, there is a somewhat strange look in her eyes, one that might be close to a sort of an irony, yet with more to it than that as well. She retreats, keeping to herself, but does not yet leave the hall.

Borric looks between the various people, and then slowly turns his attention to Rennar and Geraint, waiting for a moment before he takes a seat.

Demonder takes his seat, though he shifts it just enough to the side so that he can better gain sights of Rennar.

"Your thanks is appreciated and welcomed." Rennar states quietly, motioning for the others to sit as well. "As you may be aware, both my cousin Araina and your cousin Lok have approached me to ask permission to wed one another." She gets off to business rather quickly, not wasting any time.

Geraint smiles slightly at Rennar's words, nodding his head to her as he takes his seat, "I ofcourse was aware of this, but..." he glances to theother members of his family, "I do not know if the others did."

Alysande perches on the edge of the chair, feet wrapped around the legs. "I met Lady Ariana yesterday, actually, and she'd mentioned it."

By the expression on her face, it does not seem to bother Mialyn one way or another, though that look could just be carefully schooled.

Rennar nods her head a touch as she looks to the other members of the Tiamaro family present. Her own expression is thoughtful. "Well, the reason for this dinner is moer or less to discern your views and opinions of such a union, as it would join House Hune and House Tiamaro together in an alliance of sorts. As you may know, House Hune is also one of the more... upstanding Houses of Andor."

The news seem not to catch Trigorin by surprise, but he does glance to his father at the mentioning of alliances and standings...

There is a faint crack in her composure, a flash of bitterness in Mialyn's eyes though it only lasts for a moment before quickly disappearing. Some might think they had only imagined it, but others who know Mialyn well....

Geraint nods his head at Rennar's words, not showing much reaction still, "You are undoubtedly aware of my House's current... problems, so I will not be recounting those, but I am aware that they might well influence your decission in this matter."

"Problems?" Rennar's question is enough to show others that she's not quite aware of any 'problems' that may exist. "Unfortunately, the only Houses that I keep up to date on are Andoran Houses, Lord Geraint." Rennar comments faintly. "I would be appreciative if you could please enlighten me." And while it is a request, it's more of a strong suggestion taht she should be come aware of any such problems.

Mialyn grimaces faintly, the hint of bitterness showing in her eyes again as well as a certain determination that shines through if again for only a moment.

Alysande is probably not the best person to say anything - so she doesn't, looking around at the architecture and keeping a quiet perch on the chair.

Jaelana continues to hover in the background, perhaps not caring at all for what probably seems petty to her. Of course, she never really fit in anywhere after... certain things happened, and she is more than happy with the way things have turned out for her so far.

Borric shrugs a bit to himself. He then looks at the other people, studying each and every one for a moment.

Geraint arches an eyebrow, showing at least some surprise to the fact that Rennar does not seem to know all the facts... He does however choose his words very carefully as he speaks, "The House has split..." his voice seems inordinarily level as he continues, "... My brother took it upon himself to try to depose me from the Seat, and I thought it better to remove my family from Tear, untill I can take back what he has seized."

Trigorin does almost slump a little in his chair, and starts to chew on his fingernails, eyes somewhat unfocused as he seems to be miles away from this place...

A hardness comes to Rennar's eyes as Geraint states his house has been seized. "Indeed, this will affect my decision. I must know, truthfully, whether or not he had a rightful claim to the seat, or if it was yours legally." There's a need to know which rests within Rennar's eyes. Absently, she reaches out and takes Demonder's hand.

Mialyn glances at Trigorin, but she doesn't seem to be as worried as her twin. More bitter than anything else, though of course she understands.

Now it is Geraint's eyes that grow hard as diamonds, his voice not far behind, "The Seat was, and is mine, by all rights. On that you can have my word." he takes a deep breath, calming himself a little, his voice again becoming more level, "My... brother..." that voice is more than little tinged with bitterness, "... bribed and bought his way into the position where he was able to strike at me and my closest."

Alysande starts to say something, but visibly thinks better of it, especially when Geraint speaks. She stares at the table for a couple moments, then back up.

Giving a nod of her head, Rennar relaxes a bit. Sympathy touches her eyes. Even her grip on Demonder's hand loosens, having whitened a touch. "I have been through a similar situation myself, Lord Geraint. Only, in my case it was my uncle who tried to seize my holdings, and in doing so he also seized my person and put me through a great amount of turmoil in the process. As long as you have a legal claim, nothing changes. I am confident I am speaking to the right person." And, surely, Rennar will be looking into that situation herself to confirm Geraint's standing.

For a moment, Mialyn's eyes grow distant, then they flick quite suddenly to her twin as if assessing something before she looks away again.

Geraint inclines his head to Rennar, careful not to look -too- grateful for her words, "I had not heard of your troubles... And I sympathise. I now how it is to be betrayed by one close."

You sense that Lok is looking for you in Common Room: Rose and Lion Inn, Caemlyn

Trigorin meets Mialyn's gaze, and sinks even further into his seat for some reason...

Sitting at one of the tables with members of House Tiamaro and Hune present, is Duchess Renanr Hune. Already, servants are starting to bring out platters filled with chicken, pork, some rare seafood specialties and some sort of mixed vegetables. Rennar nods politely to her servants, regarding Geraint quietly for a few moments, "Jeffrin was hardly someone I was close to. He coveted the High Seat of Hune for quite sometime, and finally found opportunity. Had it not been for the Queen's intervention, I may still have been his prisoner."

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

Lok enters the room,and looks around with a careful eye, looking for his betrothed, Ariana. Not seeing her, he approaches Rennar.

Geraint looks to Lok when he sees him enter, watching him as he approaches Rennar, falling silent now for a moment.

Lok bows first to Geraint, then to Rennar. "The Light shine on you this evening, M'Lord, Lady. Have either of you seen the Lady Ariana?"

Looking away from Geraint, Rennar turns her attention to Lok. "No, Lord Lok, I've not. She may be about the manor somewhere, but she has yet to come to the dinner."

Demonder's eyes visibly darken at the mention of Jeffrin. He does continue to keep quiet on the subject though, until he looks up from his glass of wine. "Those were not good times..." his voice trails faintly, then his eyes flicker across the room.

Geraint's eyes shift to Demonder, watching the Lord for a moment, his exspression serious as he nods his head, "I can imagine." his voice turns then questioning, "And the Queen herself involved herself in the matter?"

There is a moment of pause as Rennar now chooses her words carefully. It is not a matter she likes to admit to much, not with so much riding on her shoulders. "Indeed, she did. I am also the Daughter-Heir to Andor, designated so by the Queen. She is young yet and has no heirs. Her only child is a son, but he can hardly rule Andor, as she's ruled by a Queen."

Mialyn keeps her head down at this turn of conversation, and one can only wonder what she is thinking.

This seems to catch Geraint by some surprise, and he blinks his eyes, at least once, if not twice, "I was not aware of that..." he adds with a slight smile, "That you were the Daughter-Heir. I knew of the peculiarities of Andoran inheritance customs, though."

"I am." Rennar states simply, pressing her fingers togther and leaning into the table a bit. "As I said, House Hune is one of the more favorable Houses within Andor, so you can understand why I'd want to work out the particular details of such a union." She smiles pleasantly enough, looking to Lok in a contemplative manner. "My curiously over Lok and Araina has already been subsided. My intentions now are to discover your own views upon their request."

Lok smiles as his lady is brought up. A slight frown crosses his face, and he sweeps his eyes over the crowd again.

Garaint takes his time to think over the matter, his eyes resting on Lok for most of the time while he thinks, and then he looks back to Rennar, "I am not opposed to their union, but I understand your reserves in the matter, as it might have more than just implications for our two Houses."

Lok frowns. This doesn't sound possitive. "What kind of implications, M'Lord?"

"My only condition is that they follow Andoran traditions when they wed, at least in terms of finding if they are compatible with one another. I am willing to shorten that time, to allow them to marry sooner." Rennar pauses a moment, tilting her head to the side a bit in an inquisitive manner. "I am not worried about the status of your House. As I said, I've been through a similar situation. You would have House Hune's full backing and support."

Nodding, Lok's chest untightens only slightly at knowing that he has the Hune's support, but his face shows not even that.

Trigorin inclines his head respectfully to Rennar, "You honour us, Lady Rennar." he then turns his head to Lok, smiling faintly, "And you have my as well, Lord Lok."

Geraint inclines his head respectfully to Rennar, "You honour us, Lady Rennar." he then turns his head to Lok, smiling faintly, "And you have my as well, Lord Lok."

Lok smiles, and a huge tension lifts off his back. What is it that the Sheinarans say? Ah yes. Duty is heavier than a mountain. For once, it appears that mountain is getting lighter.

Rennar inclines her head gently in Geraint's direction. "We would, of course, require backing for some matters within Tear. I've a project working with horses going on for House Hune. Unfortunately, through some rash decision I sold most of my own Tarien stock. If you know of others within the horse trade, I would welcome information on such, and perhaps a lead to an honest trader."

Lok coughs behind his hand, suspiciously hiding a smile.

Geraint nods in return. "House Tiamaro deals mostly with olive oil, but we have been looking into other areas, including horses. I am sure we would be able to aid you in that at least a little."

A pleased smile crosses Rennar's features. She looks ot the others about her, then blinks faintly. A blush comes to her cheeks, "Please do pardon my rudeness. Eat... eat... please eat."

Geraint glances around as well, though he then does a second study as if trying to assess reactions on the spot.

Lok smiles broadly, pleased that not only does he and his love have the support of both families, but that each can help the other.

Mialyn simply keeps her head slightly lowered as if she isn't paying much attention, just keeping quiet and acting as the proper Tairen lady.

Lok leans in and whispers to Mialyn, smiling as he does so.

Lok smiles at her startled look, and makes a soothing gesture.

Mialyn looks up, frowning slightly, but one eyebrow is raised incredulously at the last statement though she doesn't say anything.

Mialyn smiles wryly at Lok, then shrugs and returns to her sedate pose.

Lok sighs, and whispers again to Mialyn.

Rennar tilts her head to the side curiously, watching carefully. "I hope everything is enjoyable?"

Geraint frowns slightly in Lok and Mialyn's direction, and his expression is certainly disapproving. There is a warning look in his eyes, and though he does not say anything, he hardly needs to.

Lok nods his head in submission to Geraint, an apology, the gesture says.

Mialyn glances at Lok again, almost glaring, before she catches sight of her father's expression. Quickly recomposing herself again, she then looks up. "Everything is all right, Lady Rennar," she says quite calmly, again back to her previous facade.

Interestingly enough, Rennar watches the reactions of all those about her table as they eat. She chooses for herself some of the roasted chicken and mixed vegetables, taking small, demure bites of the food. "Gennette is our cook. One of the best within Caemlyn." She smiles proudly at that, "And her desserts.... Mmm."

Geraint smiles faintly, disapproval now diverted and, to some extent, appeased. "I can believe it," he says in return to Rennar.

Rennar glances to Mialyn, studying her in a quiet manner, then to Alysande. "Do you ride?" She asks this of both girls.

Mialyn glances surreptitiously around the hall for a moment, then nods. "I do, Lady Rennar."

Rennar nods her head a bit, her smile warming, "Perhaps you'd like to go for a ride sometime?" It is a suggestion, nothing more. And, the Lady's attempt at disarming all the stuffiness about the room. "That is, if you enjoy such things."

Mialyn glances around again, quite quickly, so quickly some might not even notice the look, but then she nods once again. "That would be very nice, thank you..." She hesitates as she glances this time at her father.

Geraint nods almost imperceptibly at the unspoken request, not seeming to have the problems with it that his wife might.

Alysande n ods, slowly. "I would be interested in such. Provided I wouldn't be in the way, I would enjoy it."

Mialyn sends a reassuring smile in Alysande's direction at that point.

Rennar chuckles lightly, "Light, in the way? I hardly get a chance to go out. I'd welcome the opportunity ride again, and with others with me."

Lok walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Alysande grins after a moment. "Then I'd be pleased to ride."

The servants come into the room, clearing away any dishes that seem to be finished. Rennar, herself, managed to finish her food while keeping up friendly banter. SOme wait on the sidelines until others are also complete with their courses. "Then I'd love to have you along. There's a small course not too far from here that my father had set up, complete with hunting jumps and everything."

Mialyn smiles, unable to help herself, and this time, she doesn't worry about glancing around.

A small frown does come to Rennar's lips at the little bit of responses she receives. Looking to Geraint, she gives the man a long, hard, considering look. "And, perhaps I can tease Demonder into going as well. He's quite the rider himself."

Alysande nods. "I'm no expert, but I'd be glad to accompany you, as I've said. Woods near?"

Geraint looks up, calmly meeting Rennar's gaze, though with another faint smile before his eyes go to Alysande and Mialyn, his expression now unreadable.

Demonder chuckles, "That might not be too difficult..." Demonder admits with a playful side-long glance in Rennar's direction.

Rennar smiles fondly at Demonder, then turns to look back at the Tarien family once more. The servants clear away a few more plates as they are finished. "Is there any other business you feel needs to be conducted, Lord Geraint?"

"Not at the time being, no, Lady Rennar," Geraint returns. "Unless there was anything else you feel needs to be spoken about?"

"Nothing comes to mind. I think that concludes business. All that's needed is a formal announcement of ties being attained. Which, I think can be done easily enough." Rennar sits back in her chair.

"Indeed." Geraint inclines his head slightly.