Dinara> Satira is currently in what appear to be that state of enthusiasm that only old children can manage. She moves between the guests, greeting the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and basically enjoying all the action and excitment that are somehow connected to herself.

Dinara> Reslaric enters the Grand Hall without a Lady at escort, the older man taking a few steps within the room before he moves to the side and watches those already gathered. Observant gray eyes lay perched on his high shoulders, and those that catch a few words might notice his strange Cairhienin accent, a certain contrast to his height. He does greet a few that enter which he recognizes, and then heads for a seat somewhere in the middle.

Dinara> Dinara paces back and forth, looking about the room. She seems to look a little impatient, yet she never was one much for frivolty when it came to weddings and the like.

Dinara> Theowyn walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Dinara> Elyse arrives with Theowyn.

Dinara> Reslaric takes a seat somewhere midway in the rows of chair, and conveniently on the outside.

Dinara> Arriving on the arm of The First Prince of the Sword, Elyse is lead into the Grand Hall wearing a pleasant smile which detracts from the otherwise distracted expression she might display. A small handful of the Kandori guardsmen that arrived, follow her into this room and station themselves so as to have a good vantage point without being a distraction or obstruction.

Dinara> Dinara stands at the front of the room with a look of impatience on her features. She glancse around at the others within the room, eyes scrutinzing each and every attendant. Likely, she is looking for the bride to be and her cohort in this function in order to start. She does manage a smile and seems to nod to a few people in passing as time goes on.

Dinara> The Tower Training shows, Theowyn's eyes both attentive to Elyse and the remainder of the room as though the Princess at his arm was an Aes Sedai he is sworn to protect. Recently, though, he has been more protective of the Princess then before, receiving some word of warning that she is in danger. Theowyn sweeps forward down the center of the rows of chairs, and selectively takes a seat on the side typically dedicated to the bride. "Lady Rennar is the Daughter-Heir of Andor," he points out in a near whisper, carefully leading Elyse through the row of chairs.

Dinara> Spotting the arrival of the First Prince and the foreign Princess, Dinara displays that she does have some marginal experience in etiquette. She lowers herself into a half-curtsey bow, enough to show deference to the royalty. Once she is recognized by at least one of the royals, she goes back to her normal pacing.

Dinara> Momentarily distracted by some whispers of comments regarding how close she and Theowyn have grown lately, Elyse doesn't seem to answer right away, and when she does she seems intrigued, arching an eyebrow and tilting her head in the direction of the Prince's voice, 'Indeed?' she murmrus back, cautiously being lead to a seat. After settling in, she comments more, "All the more sensational a prospect, my Prince." She lapses into a contemplative silence.

Dinara> Shalayne walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Dinara> Deveran walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Dinara> Shalayne steps quickly into the room, tugging Deveran along behind her, a slight look of disbelief on her face. "Well, this is Tiras Lorn. I suppose its best to be prepared for the unexpected here," she murmers softly to her husband.

Dinara> Deveran also seems quite surprised as he enters with his wife. He keeps glancing back at the Entrance Hall. "Yes..but still, I believe that is a bit too much, no?"

Dinara> "Prospect?" Theowyn questions briefly as he leads Elyse into a seat. He takes to the Wisdom at the front, nodding lightly to her before leanding to the side for more whispers. "I do hope the bride is not as nervous as the Wisdom. At least the groom seemed in light spirits. Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar live as husband and wife, having been married informally." Theowyn quirks his lip as he goes on with less knowledge and more stereotype. "I am certain Lady Rennar finally convinced Demonder to an appropriate wedding. Though I hear it was Lady Rennar that dragged Lord Demonder and claimed him as her husband in an unrelated event in the Roesone Manor."

Dinara> "I only wish I had my paper and charcoal here with me," Shalayne replies with a wry smile. "What a picture that would have made. Aiel and Ogier.." she shakes her head, dismissing the thought. "I'm sure they can't be planning on letting such a savage into the wedding though. I mean, it didn't sound as if they'd invited him." She steps to one side of the entrance, looking about at the arranged seats, wondering where is the correct place to sit.

Dinara> Dinara's head jerks up at the mentioning of Aiel and Ogier, her eyes widening deeply. Looking about the room quickly ensures her that no such figures are in the room. She mutters as few words to herself

Dinara> Dinara's head jerks up at the mentioning of Aiel and Ogier, her eyes widening deeply. Looking about the room quickly ensures her that no such figures are in the room. She mutters as few words to herself - a prayer to the Creator no doubt, then goes back to her pacing.

Dinara> Deveran chuckles softly and shrugs to Shalayne. "I doubt they did as well. But I am sure that the house guards can handle one Aielman.." He pauses for a moment. "Even if they do lose half their numbers doing it."

Dinara> Elyse smiles slightly, amusement readily registered in her features, she murmurs softly, 'It would seem the Lady Rennar is quite capable of managing a House if she is so adept at managing a husband.' Her eyes are cast forward vaguely, on some unrecognized point ahead of her. A small, lilting chuckle, She mutters to Theowyn, "... with distinguished... operating the... including... own,... of national security... perhaps." Even though she is seated, she keeps her hand on Theowyn's arm, until he removes it.

Dinara> Saramis walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Dinara> Saramis walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Dinara> Satira's eye fall on someone, and her face light up. She quickly makes her way toward Shalayne and her husband. "Shalayne! Hi!" she greets the woman as she reaches her, not really checking to make sure she's not interrupting something.

Dinara> Shalayne continues to look about at the rows of chairs and the tables, arranged for the guests, taking a couple of fairly directionless steps further into the room. Turning to Deveran, she breathes softly, "Where do we sit? Anywhere? I've never been to a wedding quite like this.." her words break off as she is interupted by the young lady, a slight sigh of relief coming from her lips. "Lady Satira," she greets warmly. "We were just wondering where we should sit. Perhaps you could tell us."

Dinara> Deveran hmms to his wife and shrugs lightly. "Honestly, I am not sure.." He falls off as Satira approaches. He turns to look at her and smiles faintly. "Greetings Lady Satira."

Dinara> Satira smiles back at Deveran and offers him a quick curtsy. Her eyes then glance toward Dinara as she answers Shalayne's question "There's probably something arranged... but you don't have to follow it. Sit next to me!"

Dinara> Reslaric is seated on the opposite side then which Theowyn and Elyse would sit on, but as he does gaze in that direction, something catches his sights. "Not again..." the Advisor whispers quietly to himself, seeing the unseen over Elyse. He stands ever so slowly, and as he moves toward the center of the Hall toward the front rows, his dark gray eyes do not depart the royals. The last time he had a Vision of the sort it came all too quickly for the Advisor to help. He ignores the Wisdom, looking like a man taken by something, as he moves around to the front of the room and then turns toward Theowyn and Elyse. "Prince Theowyn. Princess Elyse. Advisor Reslaric of House Roesone bids his greetings." He greets both with an appropriate bow, Reslaric being a commoner, which sets him to the floor and then a slow rise. He is about to say more, and then he simply doesn't, his eyes vague as they look around Elyse. Reslaric, surprisingly set in concern, begins to move back toward his seat.

Dinara> Shalayne chuckles softly at Satira's words, giving a little nod of her head. "Of course, we will. Just lead the way," she replies, ready to follow the young Lady and finally take a seat. She casts a quick glance up to her husband, giving him a fond smile, seeming slightly more at ease now.

Dinara> Satira pulls Shalayne's dress, leading her to what is probably a well calculated spot near the table. Well calculated by the child, that is, taking into account the countless variables that most grownups are oblivious to.

Dinara> Elyse remains seated, inclining her head to the voice she's only encountered a scarce couple of times, but one she recognizes, "Peace favour you, Advisor Reslaric," her smile charming and generous and unwitting of any pensive demeanour in the advisor.

Dinara> Deveran chuckles softly and follows after Shalayne. He waits for her to settle herself before sitting himself down next to her. Quietly he speaks to her and Satira. "Well, that was certainly easy.."

Dinara> "Light Illume..." Theowyn's voice trails as he watches the Advisor's odd reaction. The Prince leans over to Elyse as Reslaric begins to walk away. "The Advisor of House Roesone, though his accent might be Cairhienin, is much taller then most," he explains in a slight whisper. "Andoran by birth, I believe." Theowyn continues to offer Elyse some insight to those that are within Andor.

Dinara> Shalayne follows Satira, having little choice as her dress is tugged along by the girl. Settling quickly into the chair, she spares a moment to look about the room, noting a few faces with which she is vaguely familiar, but on the whole her expression suggesting that she feels a little out of place. "Yes. Now I suppose we just wait and watch. I just hope everything goes smoothly," she replies to Deveran, recalling the last time she sat in this hall, at the couple's engagement party. Her hand slips from her husband's arm, reaching down to his hand, her fingers lacing between his.

You descend the staircase, into the entry hall.

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.

Deleamar, Bruadhin, Marith, Kaliel, Borric, Alwyne, Sev, Demonder

Pushing through the throng of girls supposedly meant to attend to her, Rennar glances about hall, a brow lifted in concern, "What is going on here?" Her tone is pratically demanding. Dressed in a gown of white, with embroidedred decoration, it is not hard to tell that she is the bride to be.

Deleamar then turns to face the, dare he hope, departing Aielman. "No sin is worth that many deaths. What your people did was an act of savagry, not retribution or civility."

It is then that Kaliel starts to direct Marith toward the Grand Hall, excusing himself and the Eldest from the events going on around them. "Do excuse us, Lord Roesone..." He addresses Demonder, assuming him to be the groom. "If it pleases you, the Eldest and I will be seated now."

At the sound of his wife's voice, Demonder takes a step back and turns toward the stairs. Short of seeing Rennar, he stops, the turn of his neck and shoulders, in favor of viewing the Aiel in hopes of not breaking with custom. Then again, they are already married... "An Aielman wishes to guest at our wedding armed with his spear," Demonder explains in a voice vocal enough. At Kaliel's words, Demonder also nods. "Of course, Kaliel. Thank-you." Demonder's voice is strained, but he manages.

Bruadhin ignores Deleamar's latest reply. He hasn't completely turned away and his eyes come to rest upon Rennar making her way into the room. He pauses a moment and taking a guess by her manner he intones. "I see you Roofmistress." But then he continues to turn away. Even with his back exposed to the lords, he does not stiffen in the slightest.

Borric mutters to Sev, "... I... how... know... those Aiel?"

Dinara> Reslaric does return to his seat, though his mind is already beginning to plot on the matters that have suddenly given him great concern.

Sev smiles to Borric, "I *asked* them, good cousin Borric."

Dinara> Deveran looks over at Shalayne and smiles as he fondly takes her hand in his. "Let's do hope. I do wonder just how long this will last though."

If seeing the Ogier were not enough to shock her, seeing and hearing of the Aiel wanting to be in her house is. Rennar's eyes pop wide open, "Ogier... /and/ savages, here?" She involuntarily takes a step back when Bruadhin speaks to her, a puzzled expression coming to her features at his words. She glances to Demonder for help on this matter. "I am Lady Rennar Hune...." As she speaks, she falters with her words, her face turning more than a few shades pale at their current 'guest'?

Kaliel nods his head to Demonder, then quickly goes about ushering the Eldest into the other hall, "And remember, Eldest, to duck your head." He seems to be overly protective of the woman he arrived with.

Kaliel walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Dinara> Kaliel walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Marith walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Dinara> Marith walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Borric looks at Sev, and nods, slowly, with a slightly amused expression on his face.

Dinara> "And remember Eldest, duck your head." Those words are spoken by a rather large creature dressed in oversized clothing. Fur can be seen on his hands and head, ears long, pointed and tufted. Kaliel, too, ducks as he leads Marith inside the hallway, taking great care about her as he gently urges the rather surprise struck Ogier into the room.

Seeing that the situation has gone out of his hands, if it ever was, Deleamar shoots glares between the Aielman, Sev, and anyone else who might wander into that gaze.

Dinara> Elyse tilts her head to better offer her ear to Theowyn's murmured words. She seems to listen closely, though her gaze remains unfocused to a point in front of her. The information is absorbed easily and quickly filed away in that keen mind for future reference. She tilts her head so that her lips are closer to Theowyn than her ear, She mutters to Theowyn, "... increase... foreign... or taking... within... been... political... think, Prince..." including herself in that crowd, as a visiting foreigner.

Alwyne says smoothly, "Lady Rennar...you would be the person referred to as a 'Roofmistress' by this Aiel, to grant or deny entrance into your house."

Sev says "My lady cousin," Dev says to Rennar, "Bruadhin of the Broken Spires sept, First Spear of..." Sev fumbles over the name, and glances to Borric to see if he caught the foreign word."

"And he was just leaving..." Demonder goes on, happily watching the savage make his departure. Even with the Aielman's back turned to Demonder, the Lord has yet to really part his gaze away from Bruadhin.

Dinara> Shalayne shrugs her shoulders slightly in response to Deveran's words, but makes no other response. Her dark eyes gaze about at the others gathering in the room, noting the arrival of the Ogier. Slender fingers squeeze about her husband's hand, as she watches their entrance, waiting to see who is going to follow through next.

Bruadhin turns back again to face Rennar. He speaks her full name, including title. "I see you Lady Rennar Hune. If you will grant me, I seek shelter under your roof." He reaches into his coat, ignoring the men and if the action might unsettle them. In his hand he produces a silver honey holder, from a tea service. He extends his hand towards Rennar, holding out the item. "Please accept this small token from me in gratitude."

Sev says, wryly, "It may be that there as an oversight in the writing of invitations, ...Though perhaps my lady might allow him to pay his respects on your wedding day. "

Dinara> Satira's eyes are, of course, immediatly drawn to the tall creature that just entered, simply staring for a few long seconds. "What's that?" she whispers a question to the woman next to her.

Jureim enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Jureim steps slowly, for an Ogier, in. Eyes moving around, noticing all the shorter folk, then skimming up the walls and taking in the architecture. His ears twitch slightly, and he definitely looks like he feels out of place.

Rennar blinks a few times over, her eyes continually growing as wide as they can get as she watches Bruadhin. She steps back once more as he makes his offering, though a touch of curiosity does come into her eyes. She glances to Demonder, cat having gotten her tongue, then glances back to the Aielman. "My husband has stated that we wish for no weapons to be within our house. If you abide by those rules, I will consider allowing you entrance... though shelter is out of the question." She, of course, misunderstands the Aiel traditions, having not been exposed to them before. "We have had troubles in the past with 'guests' attempting harm upon my family."

Bruadhin nods lightly to Rennar. "I do not wish to stay. I am merely curious as to what has attracted the Treebrothers and what the gathering is. I would prefer to keep my spears, however, I give you my oath that I will bring no harm to this hold, and will protect it if need be."

Sev nods to Rennar, and approaches her.

Bruadhin's words seem to bring a touch of shock to Rennar's eyes, almost as much as his appearance. Once again she glances to Demonder for some sort of hint at supporting her; even in minor ways. "I am getting married... though why Ogier have attended I'm not entirely certain." She casts a questioning glance at the others, as if seeking some kind of explaination.

Sev says "Why, to share in the festivities, of course, M'lady cousin.""

Jureim takes another few steps in past the door, staying near the walls, though his height makes it hard for him to remain inconspicuous.

Borric glances at the tall figure near the door, but keeps silent, like he has done most of the time since he entered the building.

Sev whispers "I'm given to believe that to tell an Aiel something to the effect of, "I offer you water and shade beneath this roof," or some such, would make him feel the more welcome. I'd be inclined to, just to spite Deleamar, but many of the guests might take alarm.""

Demonder is very specifically standing in between the Aiel and Rennar. To say he's being protective is an understatement, though on this day he is not wearing his axe, and what defense he could offer Rennar would be in sheer brute strength, and with a spear through his body if the Aiel truly wished to attack. Demonder stands in that defiance, his expression masking over.

Looking more than a bit nervous and wary, Rennar speaks in a wry voice, "Of course, cousin." She answers Sev first. "Though, I do not recall having Ogier on the list, they are indeed welcome... builders are a rare sight." And maybe they could be sought out to reinforce the gates the Queen destroyed in her rescue attempt over a year ago; the new ones really not as good as they ought to be.

Bruadhin hmms softly and looks at Rennar and then over at Demonder curiously. "You laid a wreath at his feet?" He sounds a bit surprised at that. "I have never seen a Wetlander wedding Roofmistress. If it is your wish, this shall be my first. You have my oath, that no harm will come to his hold from me on this day."

Sev mutters to Rennar, "I trust to their word, for my part. At least, it is most solemnly given."

Jureim looks over, at the mention of his people. He begins to slowly approach the group.

"Solemnly given," Demonder mutters while shaking his head. "Forgive me if an Oath of not being harmed for a single day is not of great reassurance," the Lord outbursts without raising his voice. "And with who knows how many of them about..." Demonder shakes his head. "Let us continue with the wedding. If the /Roofmistress/ wishes you here, it is her choice..." Well, at least there the cultures would agree.

Bruadhin is what most would call a bear of a man that seems to be in his early thirties. He stands easily seven feet in height if not more and his broad shoulders easily fill out his cadin'sor. While he is a large man by any standard, his mass seems to consist of muscle and bone as little body fat can be seen, typical of almost all Aiel warriors. His dark blonde hair has been closely cropped, with only a thin tail extending down into his shoufa. With his viel currently hanging loose, his light blue eyes look out onto the world. Tiny lines, caused from squinting into the sun and worry surround the corner's of his eyes, aging his face some. His face is dominated a large nose and thin lips, yet both seem perfectly sized for his face. As with all Aiel, his exposed skin has been deeply tanned from the constant beating of the sun.

Just like all Aiel men, he is dressed in the cadin'sor. The cut and pattern of it indicate that he is from Sun Ridge Hold. A shoufa is wrapped about his head, leaving only his face exposed and a veil hangs to one side, ready to instantly cover his face. An encased short horn bow is strapped to his back. In his left hand he grips a round hide buckler and three short spears tipped with long points. About his waist rests a quiver full of arrows and long knife.

Rennar glances sidelong at Sev, "That is all well and good cousin, but all know of the damage they caused during the Aiel War. How do /I/ know tha-" She stops her words, glancing back to Bruadhin as he speaks once more. Puzzlement touches her eyes, "A wreath? I'm not certain what you are talking about...." She sighs deeply, glancing back to Demonder, "We've delayed long enough.... if allowing him will stop the delay, we might as well." She glances to Bruadhin, "But, could you please at least put the spears away or something. I do not want my guests intimidated by your weapons. They'll be disturbed enough by your presence alone."

Bruadhin glances once at Demonder, disgust coloring his face. "As I told you, if I wanted the Fifth from this Hold, I would already have it." He then looks back at Rennar and nods. "As you wish Roofmistress." He reaches behind him to slip the spears into the space between his bowcase and his body. "You have my deepest apologizes for delaying your wedding."

Borric still looks around at how the situation might be solved. Aiel and Ogier, is, after all some of the few kinds of people he never have met on his travels, and he is curious to learn about them.

Sev shrugs to Rennar as though that were all he could offer, and he nods approvingly to Bruadhin. "My lord Demonder, they have not come to make war, and if they had, doubtless there would be a merry dance indeed, but instead, today, letr us greet all in the spirit of true merriment. It does nor us nor the occasion credit to do otherwise. "

Demonder does not have a clue what this fifth that Bruadhin keeps mentioning. That likely best, as Demonder could be all too stubborn at anyone challenging his capabilities in defending the manor that he believes himself to be in charage of. That stubborn nature shows on his features, that reluctance to give an inch on anything, though perhaps to compromise with his wife, as is also demonstrated when he says no further words on the issue. "Insure Lady Rennar is well escorted," he tells the guards, trusting them with her life, and as he heads toward the entrance of the Grand Hall to take his place. He ignores all else, which is likely for the best to.

Looking only slightly relieved, which is to say not much at all, Rennar relaxes a small bit, glancing to Demonder and his words, "We will follow shortly after you are settled inside." She softens her words as though to soften the edge to his own manner.

Sev descends the stairs again. Yes, he's too young to remember the wars, and rarely greets any with less than a smile, but he, for one, has been seen to greet a rock-throwing mob with smiles and flowery words, so maybe he's just naive.

Alwyne inclines her head to Lady Rennar, then continues onwards, into the hall.

Alwyne walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Bruadhin still holds the silver honey pot in hand as he starts to approach Rennar now. "Roofmistress, if you would please accept this small token?"

Borric looks around, and then slowly moves over to Sev, saying something He mutters to Sev, "... seemed... turn... after..."

Backing away from Bruadhin once more, not wanting to get closer than needed, Rennar states a bit nervously, "You may leave it in the hall, with the other gifts." She motions to the room beyond, where Demonder is heading himself. "THere is a table set up for such items inside." Which could mean a few things to Bruadhin, all equally confusing considering his culture.

Demonder's manner is not near softening, though that will change. He looks back to Rennar, offering her a hint of that smile that holds his fondness for her. And that all but retracts at the sight of the Aiel. It is with every bit of his will that he forces himself inside without as much as looking back.

Sev says "All to the better, cousin. But I fear I keep my lady-fried waiting, we'll raise a glass anon." With that he slips out the door."

Sev opens the door and leaves the foyer, entering the courtyard beyond.

Bruadhin shrugs lightly as it seems he will never understand Wetlander customs. He turns and moves towards this other room everyone seems headed forward.

Bruadhin walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Deleamar walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Demonder walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Jureim is still slowly making his way along. Noticing the knot of people moves towards the stairs, brings a huffing-sigh, and a change of course in the same direction.

Borric looks around, and then shrugs before slowly moving in the direction of all the other people.

Borric walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Rennar moves to the door as the others enter into the Hall, looking very much upset at the happenings surrounding her wedding. "Something always has to go wrong, and people wonder why I host so few events." With a sigh to herself, she glances about ther rest of the room. She starts at seeing the other Ogier finally, her attention having been on Bruadhin the whole time. Swallowing, she manages to mumble, "Please, feel welcome in House Hune. The ceremony will start as soon as everyone is seated."

Jureim nods, without saying a word, and continues a long.

Jureim walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

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

Grand Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

This room is decorated appropriately for the wedding. There are several pink and white ribbons made of silk hanging from the ceiling in a twisting pattern. There is a large cake sitting in the corner, waiting for the couple, that is elegantly decorated, not to mention there is every kind of red, white and pink flower lining the walls and tables. There are several rows of chairs for guests to sit in as well as several tables.

Jureim, Borric, Demonder, Deleamar, Bruadhin, Alwyne, Marith, Kaliel, Deveran, Elyse, Theowyn, Reslaric, Dinara

Demonder watches the Wisdom with a look that offers some reassurance. Reassurance at the face of the Dark One's army behind, or at least that is how some might react to Ogier and Aiel alike. As he turns to the room, he once again offers a bow to the First Prince and Princess, and then watches Deleamar make his entrance as well. Patiently, he waits for his wife, manner going somewhat less strained, though not without effort considering he needs to ignore that tall Aielman.

"I see you, Waterbrother." Juriem says, as quietly as an Ogier can, to Bruadhin. He then starts making his way towards Kaliel and Marith.

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

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

Sev enters with Erienna on his arm, and glances around the room, any previous tension apparently forgotten.

After the rather mixed and mingled gathering of guests finally get through the doors and into the hall, a string of girls enter first; all dressed in crimson gowns gilded with tiny silver hearts up and down their length. There are four in all, corresponding with the four groomsmen standing at the front of the room. Each walks slowly down the aisle, after having arranged the Bride's gown to trail along behind her in just the right fashion. As soon as all of the girls make their way to the front, one by one, does Rennar move forward; alone. With her father dead, there is no one to formally 'give' her away.

With her arm looped through Sev's, Erienna quietly enters the Grand Hall. Her blue eyes timidly look about the room. She nods to those her murmur their greetings with a soft whispery voice

Bruadhin glances about the room fully. Slight contempt crosses his face each time his eyes come to light upon one of the sword-armed guards. Finding these 'chairs' filling the room, he moves towards the back way and remains standing.

Sev finds a place for himself and his lady-friend and ducks in with aplomb.

Deveran remains in his seat with his wife. He holds her hand tenderly in his as he turns to watch the bride enter the hall finally.

Deleamar meets anyone who happens to look at him with a defiant gaze. After all, it is his cousin who is being married, and he has every right to be here. Not that anyone is challenging his right, but he seems to think so. However, that gaze softens slightly as he gives a polite if short nod to Demonder.

Alwyne quietly seats herself and watches the bride enter the hall.

Music strikes up in the background, musicians hidden behind a blind, as the Bride walks into the room. It is then that she proceeds further forward, a bright, nervous smile upon her features. No one can know for certain if its due to wedding jitters or the case of unusual guests showing up at her door unexpected. In her hands she carries a pink bouquet of roses, augmented by a few white ones as well. She nods to those who greet her, a warm smile showing upon her features. Her eyes turn to Demonder and light upon him, causing her face to almost glow.

Sev beams at the proceeding, though frequently admiring the decor, as well.

Whatever agitation the Aielman cause, evaporates at the sight of Rennar. Demonder's features do lighten, as she walks toward the 'altar' unescorted. The Lord stands tall and proud, eyes soon becoming lost in Rennar's, and as she approaches him, Demonder offers his arm. His own light eyes play on hers briefly, and while he attempts to turn toward the Wisdom, he fails, and simply sets on his charming smile that hints at a playful grin.

Mere mention of the Aiel and the Ogier were enough upset Dinara's common senses, but now the 'Mother' of the city is openly staring at them, her eyes wide as saucers. Before, when she was impatiently waiting for the bride and groom, she could occupy herself with her annoyance at the delay enough not to notice them, but now that they are all standing in various sections of the room, its not easy to just ignore them. She nods to Demonder as he stands near the front of the room, just barely noticing him. It takes her a few moments to register what is going on, blinking a few times in the process, before she snaps out of her own worried excitement. She turns her eyes on Rennar and starts to focus on the events of the evening.

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

Enduna arrives with Patreine.

Gise arrives with Patreine.

Bruadhin renames standing near the back wall. Curiously he watches the proceedings, the entire ceremony totally unfamiliar to him. He glances once over at the Treebrothers, trying to determine what he should do.

Jureim stands near the wall, not seeming to pay attention to the proceedings. It is the walls, and intricate architecture of the room that has caught his attention.

Worriedly, Marith watches as Rennar moves down the aisle and to the front of the room. Her ears continue to flicker back and forth and her hands wring together once more showing her discomfort at all that has started this event off so badly. She murmurs a few whispered words to Kaliel, then grows quiet once more. Oddly enough, this time her murmurings are low enough that humans nearby don't catch much of it.

With her hands neatly place upon her lap, Erienna watches the proceeding with a bit of awe. She smiles even though she has not met the majority of those gathered, including the bride and groom

It does not take long for Rennar to proceed forward, not when her eyes continue to remain fixed on Demonder. They are to be truly husband and wife now, even if legalities already say it is so. When she gets to the front of the room, she bows her head respectfully to the one marrying them, "Mother Dinara." She comments lightly, then takes her place by Demonder's side now oblivious to everything else; for the most part.

Dinara looks around the the room with an air of authority. It glances at Demonder and Rennar. It smiles ever so faintly at them before looking about the room once again. After a few moments it speaks in a loud and clear voice. "Today we are gathered to celebrate the union of Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar in vows of marriage."

Elyse lapses into silence, and her demeanour returns to a pleasant expression as she senses by both the silence of the guests' chatter, and the musicians striking up the processional music, that the ceremony is beginnnig. She settles back more straight in her seat, no longer leaning to whisper to Theowyn, and listens along to the ceremony.

A brief smile takes to Demonder's features, though soon enough he turns a more serious expression on the Wisdom. Or at least he tries. Ever so often, though, his eyes fall to his beautiful wife, and soon to be more official beautiful wife.

Theowyn follows the bride up toward the Wisdom, and while he does so he whispers a brief description of Rennar's dress. The conversation of politics has ended, and for now he settles to hold Elyse's hand and to watch the ceremony.

Dinara looks around the the room with an air of authority. She glances at Demonder and Rennar. She smiles ever so faintly at them before looking about the room once again. After a few moments she speaks in a loud and clear voice. "Today we are gathered to celebrate the union of Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar in vows of marriage."

Kaliel absently reaches out and pulls one of Marith's hands away from the other, to stop her from overwringing her hands. He murmurs a few quieted words back to her, what might seem to be those of comfort. He continues to motion to Jureim, once in a while glancing over at the Aielman.

Dinara smiles at the couple, expression soft, then speaks in a clear and commanding tone to them. "Lord Demonder, Lady Rennar, please kneel before me, clasping together your left hands." She waits for the two to comply, with a cool expression upon her features.

Jureim continues towards Kaliel, after his attentions on the architecture swing in that direction. Respectfully, for him, he tries to move quietly so as not to disturb the proceedings.

Bruadhin stays where he is. He glances occasionally over at the Ogier and nods politely to the Elders. He then looks back towards the bride and groom. He raises a brow when they are asked to kneel.

Borric watches the seremony intently, though he glances all around the room at occations. It most definately seems like an old habit dies hard.

Patreine looks around, discreetly, mentally taking notes.

Alwyne steals a glimpse at Patreine's pearl pendant.

Pareine's eyes flicker down at her pendant, and she runs a slim finger down the chain.

Demonder does kneel as instructed, his body turning to Rennar as he reaches for her left hand. The hold is tight, and warm, and now with the excuse to look to her, Demonder's eyes search Rennar's own eyes. A hinting smile takes to his features. The remainder of the room, at least for now, is forgotten.

Alwyne steals a glimpse at Patreine's pearl pendant.

Pareine's eyes flicker down at her pendant, and she runs a slim finger down the chain.

Rennar glances sidelong at Demonder, a warm smile now managing to come to her lips and match the expression of her lighted eyes. She moves down to her knees as asked and waits for her groom to do the same, eyes never leaving her husband nor the Caemlyn Mother.

Elyse tilts her ear a moment toward Theowyn's whispered description of the gown, smiling brightly with sensations of what her own bridal gown may one day feel like, and appear like to others, one day. Involuntarily, she gives a wistful sigh, her auditory attention returning once more to the ceremony.

Bruadhin turns slightly and takes notice of the Treekillers for the first time. His eyes narrow slightly, but remembering his oath, he does nothing other than stand there.

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

The wisdom Dinara nods approvingly to the two, smiling fainly, then looks to the gathered group of people. She waits a moment, then says, "It is typically tradition in most marriages for both parties to have witnesses who have observed the two together, and who will stand for the belief that marriage is an opportune matter for those about to be wed. This is especially important in noble marriages, should a couple be wed without the will of their family. I ask now for those who were asked to stand as witnesses to this couple's union to stand forward between Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar." She waits patiently to see who will step forward

Sev looks to Erienna and steps forward.

Sev gives the Wisdom a bow as he approaches.

Erienna smiles up at Sev as he steps foward, her hands still remain daintily upon her lap

Dinara nods her head to those who stand for Lady Rennar, then glances to Demonder and his side of the family, and/or friends. A brow lifts in question as thus far no one has shown their support for the Roesoen lord.

Reslaric stands up from his place somewhere midway through the rows and heads for the front to stand beside Demonder. He nods to the Wisdom in greeting, his intense grey eyes settling on the young couple with a hint of curiousity, which is about the only emotion that Reslaric shares freely.

Dinara nods, smiling faintly to those who came foward. She gazes about the room, pausing slightly before going on. She says clearly, "Let it be known that marriage is not a light step to take, as it is the joining of two hearts, souls, and minds into one through the combining of spirits and life. And, in the case of noble marriages, it is the joining of two houses amongst one another. These two, Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar, come before me with support and proper witnesses. I now ask that they state their vows of joining to one another." She glances to Demonder, "Lord Demonder, please speak your vows to Lady Rennar."

Sev is all smiles at this point.

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

Alwyne merely watches, glancing about the hall from time to time.

Patreine gives a meaningful nod to Gise.

Gise slips away to the back of the chamber.

Fidelio steals a glimpse at Patreine's pearl pendant.

Pareine's eyes flicker down at her pendant, and she runs a slim finger down the chain.

Marith watches quietly from the sidelines, nodding to Jureim as he makes his way closer. Her ears flicker back and forth, though with less worry as she slowly starts to calm down. It's not every day you get such a mangled mix of people together in a room with no bloodshed; particularly with Bruadhin present as a member of the Aiel community.

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

Bruadhin does his best not to look over towards the Treekillers again. Instead he lets his attention focus upon the couple being married. If anyone is nervous about his presence, he seems to take no notice of it.

Erienna absently mindedly plays with the platinum bracelet about her wrist as she listens to the proceedings

Demonder's eyes have never left Rennar, and so when asked for the vows, he speaks without pause or hesitation, though the words do not seem practised. "Your glance on me from a distance that lasted a little too long had captured my heart, that almost four years ago. Each day from then on has been for you, and for our love and the life that we build together. I vow to be the husband of the Duchess, holding both the honor of your position and of House Hune. You have my heart, my love, my protection. Whether in sickness or in health, through the rough and through the pleasant, I will be with you just the same until the last breath of my body." Demonder's eyes are far from playful now, with the last of his words the Oath of sorts is set, his eyes looking to her with as much passion as they do with honor.

Dinara smiles faintly when Demonder finishes, then she turns to Rennar, smiling to her as well, "Lady Rennar, please speak your vows to Lord Demonder." She eyes the girl cooly as she watches her.

Elyse sighs wistfully a bit, a warm, charming smile across her Kandori features.

Borric eyes the ceremony completely now.

As with Demonder, Rennar does not hesitate in answering the call for her vow to her husband. Her eyes seem to soften somewhat more, and her smile widen as she takes in his appearance. "I don't know whether it was dumb luck or a twist of fate through the pattern that brought us together. Circumstances surely tried to pull is apart on many an occassion; failing." There could be more meaning in her words than what's spoken; a hidden message between the two of them, "But, in either case I am grateful for each day that you have been there to support me, protect me, and discover the love we hold for one another." She pauses a moment, her smile growing brighter by the second. "I vow to be your wife, and to bestow upon the respect and honor that you duly deserve; that which was passed over you time and again previously. You have my heart and love, as I do yours, and in that we protect one another in more ways than one. I will be the wall that holds you up when you fall, the guiding hand which helps you along, whether in sickness or in health, through the rough and through the pleasant, I will be with you the same until the last breath of my body." She mimicks the ending of his own vows, though they seem to fit together nicely.

Jureim returns his attentions to the rafters, and walls.

Dinara nods slightly and smiles, "Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar have both expressed their vows of marriage to one another, and their proposed promises to one another... and we have witnessed the vows that they have said to one another. I now ask that the maid of honor and best man to step forward and place marriage ribbons around their necks as I tie their hands together." She glances to Demonder and Rennar, "You both may stand so that they may tie the ribbons."

Lessa, the young woman a few met within the Entrance Hall earlier, steps forward. She blushes as she does so, smoothing over the crimson folds of her dress. She reaches out to take one of the ribbons from Dinara, eyes scanning the rest of the crowd as her cheeks try to match the color of her dress.

Sev offers a smile to Lessa, taking the opportunity to glance at the observers.

Demonder stands at the direction of the Wisdom, his eyes still not parting with Rennar. The smile at Rennar's vows is still set, and for that he might find it easier to ignore some of the stranger parts of the Andoran wedding custom.

Reslaric takes the marriage ribbon from Dinara before turning to Demonder, and beginning the custom of setting it around the Lord's neck. He still holds a hint of surprise as Demonder added vows to House Hune, and that perhaps sets concern in his expression as well. It is brief, as he continues with the marriage tradition.

Rennar stands as Demonder stands, turning herself slightly so that she might face Demonder more. Her emerald eyes sparkle in the light, showing the happiness she feels within. Only briefly does she turn her attention away from things when Lessa moves forward. She nods her head to her best friend, smiling widely, then glances back to Mother Dinara and Demonder, simply waiting.

Dinara pulls out a red marriage ribbon from inside a small pouch then walks to Demonder and Rennar. She efficiently ties the ribbon around their hands and takes a step back. When everyone is finished she smiles faintly and turns the couple around, "I now present to you Lord and Lady Roesone-Hune." She smiles warmly at the couple.

Taking her cue from Dinara, Lessa moves forward and places the other ribbon around Rennar's neck; as the ribbon around their hands will likely come off during the reception ceremonies. She kisses Rennar on the cheek briefly, then does the same to Demonder, stepping back and beaming proudly at the two just now formally married.

Erienna smiles at the happy couple though she remains in her seat ever so quiet, more like a mouse

Alwyne smiles pleasantly at the happy sight, though her gaze flickers around the hall every so often.

Sev smiles, and begins applauding. "Hurrah,!" he says.

Reslaric places the ribbon about Demonder's neck at the indicated time, offering his brief congradulations before also stealing a kiss on the cheek from Rennar. Reslaric takes a step back and gives the pair time for their moment.

Elyse smiles warmly in the direction of the voices of Rennar, Demonder, and Dinara. The pronouncement made, she's not sure if she should applaud in this culture, so she remains quiet until someone else begins.

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

Janeva arrives with Turail.

Still casting quick looks around the hall, as if trying to find out what happens everywhere, Borric looks at the newly-wed and smiles, and as Sev applauds, he follows in the applauding.

Alwyne notices the odd man looking at her and cooly returns his gaze, but only for a moment. Then she is once again apparently watching the newly-wed couple.

Erienna slowly rises from her seat and follow suit by clapping her small hands for the newlyweds

The Kiss. Demonder does wait patiently for the ribbons to be set in place and all formalities to pass, accepts the kiss on the cheek from Lesse, and the other motions by Lesse and Reslaric. And when the time is right, he does take advantage of the moment, taking Rennar into his embrace with a pull that is far from gentle. The embrace of their lips would be inappropriate in public, and forgivable for a wedding kiss, as a hand falls to her cheek and tilts her just enough to widen the depths of their moment. He will likely not stop until his wife baps him in the head, continuing the kiss.

Bruadhin glances about curiously as the ceremony seems to come to an end. He notices those clapping and he tries his best to mimic the action, although it is quite unfamiliar to him, he does try.

Jureim's ears twitch with the clapping. His frown setting itself firmly.

Alwyne applauds politely.

Elyse seems wistful, as is her smile, and she lifts her hands from where they had been--one onf Theowyn's arm, and the other resting in her lap--to join in the applause.

Having slipped in at the rear of the group with his wife, very late, for who knows what reason, Turail joins in applauding the pair, glancing at his wife with a slight grin.

The young Lady Hune's smile widens a great deal more as her eyes sparkle with warmth and pride. A light gasp escapes her as she is taken by surprise by Demonders ferocity in passion, then a chuckle can be heard as she returns the kiss with just as much warmth and impropriety - the only chance she'll get to have such a public display and have it forgiven. When the moment passes, she does indeed stop, making certain Demonder does as well, reaching up to bap his nose lightly with a single finger. "Ready to be greeted as husband and wife, my love?" She asks, her voice touching on playful.

Sev bows with an almost childish smile to Rennar, and fades back to rejoin Erienna.

In the background, the musicians strike up once more, touching on more traditional Andoran wedding marches. The music is light, airy and holds a hint of warmth and happiness to it, attempting to help spread the mood amongst those who are in attendance as guests.

No doubt the suspect of why exactly the High Seat of the groom's House was late Janeva slips in with Turail, just in time for the highlight of the evening. Black eyes take in the study of the kissing bridescouple before her glance darts to her husband's and a sly smile, just short of being a grin, folds around her lips.

Bruadhin stops clapping suddenly at the kiss. He turns on his heel and starts back out of the hall and then the House.

With his mind elsewhere, he half nods to the qeustion asked, his eyes still rather hungry as they look unto his wife. But Demonder does set his shoulders straight and attempts this concept of self-control in the eyes of those watching. "We will be brief, right?" he whispers back in a level of amusement. The hand slides across Rennar's cheek and to her chin, taking enough of a hold on her to take another kiss, though this one mild in comparison. He turns to the crowd then, realizing he's rather thirsty.

Sev snags a pair of wineglasses, and puts one in Erienna's hands. "They are wed! Let there be wine and dancing, as we toast the noble couple's felicity!"

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

As Sev hands Erienna a wineglass, she smiles up at you before taking a slow slip of the liquid

Borric looks around, and as he sees that the Aielman has left, he frowns slightly.

Alwyne rises from her seat, a considering glance taking in the exit of the Aielman. That glance shifts around the room, studying the occupants, before returning to Rennar and Demonder.

A light laugh catches Rennar once more as Sev calls out for drinks and dancing, "First we must at least be polite and stay with our guests for a few dances." She mentions to her husband, eyes dancing slightly as she glances back to Demonder. "It would be rude to just leave." She nods her head to a few who start toward them as they go down into the masses.

After clapping the kiss on, Theowyn once again retrieves the hand of Elyse and begins to stand. "Shall we mingle?" The question comes after he begins to scan the room briefly. He's been surprised in the past by those that would be invited to such events.

Patreine rises from her seat and gracefully walks over to a small tapestry.

Sev looks do Borric, "Cousin Borric! Tis so long since we've seen you, will you be the first to raise a glass?"

Jureim looks out at the mingling humans. He stands where he is, frown etched, and ears twitching.

Borric looks to Sev, slowly, smiling slightly, still casting quick glances around the room.

"Kaliel, I think now would be a good time for us to leave. As much as I like dancing.... there's little enough room in here for us as it is." Marith's worried voice can be heard travelling across the room, even in the din that's already starting to pick up.

Reslaric offers his congradulations to the newly married couple, and begins to step away from the head of the Grand Hall in favor of a quieter observation point. He chooses one to the side, watching those that stand and greet Demonder and Rennar, though he also spots out Turail and Janeva make their entrance after several sweeps of the room.

Elyse smiles obsequiously towards Theowyn's voice, and nods, "Yes, of course, my Prince," using his clasped hand to help her rise gracefully, slowly. Her quiet could be taken to indicate her attention to the growing voices of the guests along with the music. She endeavours to keep up with her surroundings, tilting her head this way and that, trying to absorb everything as she stands beside the First Prince of the Sword.

Eyeing the door the Aiel disappeared out of curiously for a moment, Turail nonetheless turns back towards the couple as they decend into the gathering of guests, and slips his arm around his wife's waist, leaning to enquire of her softly concerning her choice of wine.

Borric looks over to Sev, before quickly moving in the direction of the Ogier, shrugging to himself.

Sev undaunted, looks to the Eldest, "Or M'lady Eldest, farthest traveller to these fair proceedings, prithee, see us merry."

Jureim looks around, and then down at Sev.

Near the back of the room, double doors open to the adjoining kitchen. A trail of servants and staff start to enter, under the watchful guidance of Genette, the trusted head of most of Hune's staff. For most of the event she stayed hidden amonst the staff, though that does not mean she missed the event entirely. Pride is seen on her features as she tells the servants and staff where to place the various foods and dishes meant for the buffet. A large cake is also wheeled out, five teirs in all and each elaborately decorated in rosey pink color.

Demonder shows his amusement all too clearly as he begins accepting congradulations from those that head their way, and does indeed seem eager to push past formalities. "A few dances, you say." At the sighting of Turail and Janeva, he leans over to the side. "You will have opportunity to meet Lady Janeva, perhaps," he notes with an amused smile, as though some hinting meaning is spread between them.

Fidelio has reconnected.

Marith shakes her head at Sev, "As much as I would like, there are other things we must attend. Perhaps we will speak and meet under better circumstances another time." She glances to Kaliel as he comes to her side, glancing absently at her arm which he takes in his own as if to escort her out of the building.

Borric moves in the direction of the Ogier who he knows entered last, and speaks some quiet words, He mutters to Jureim, "... have... and... so... might... to... you Ogier?"

Jureim looks to the Eldest, then down to Borric. "What would you know?" His voice gruff as he asks.

"Yes a few dances, and eatting, and cutting the cake." Rennar just happens to keep piling up the various things that are done at such events. "Though, I could just skip cutting the cake and have a few things sent to wherever it is you have us staying this evening." This is the first that Rennar's tried to niggle that particular bit of inforamtion out of Demonder, those things usually kept secret from the bride until they happen. "I don't mind that some others cut it for us."

Sev says "The Light illume you always, then, Eldest." With that, he decides to raise the toast himself. "Then to the Lord and Lady of our House, I say, may the Light shine on you hereafter; in felicity, prosperity, good fortune, and ...whatever it is meet for newlyweds to wish.""

Sev beams.

Borric smiles slightly before answering the Ogier, "I would have said everything, but I realize that that probablty would have taken very long time, so I think I might keep it to what you think is the most important to know," he says.

Kaliel nods his head in Sev's direction, "Thank you..." With that he starts leading the Eldest out of the area, carefully directing her through the crowd and into more open space.

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

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

That Aiel is watched with a widening of Janeva's eyes. The Domani even turns her head around so she may witness the savage's departure and the grip of her hands upon Turail's arm appears to be stronger than strictly necessary, as if she cluthces to her husband's strength to protect her from the savage from the east. This posture is relaxed however as time passes though she does not loose the duke's grip around her waist but rather moves fluidly as her eyes look across the room. Her dark gaze rests upon the advisor and she inclines her head to Reslaric in a greeting, letting her eyes linger upon the tall man.

"The most important to know?" Jureim says, midly surprised at that. "There is nothing /most/ important to know."

Borric looks at the Ogier again, and nods slowly, "I can agree with that, but what do you think people should know of the Ogier first?"

"Oh, right, this evening..." Demonder teases the words out as though he had nothing planned. She would know the very opposite. He begins to guide his wife down toward a table. "Yes, I suppose that would do well. I will let a servant know where it is to be sent once we have entered the carriage." He leans over. "I would rather not have a servant accidentaly slip the surprise for you, my wife."

Jureim's ears twitch. "-- of the Ogier first?" He pauses to think. "A most interesting question."

Noticing his wife's seeming proccupation, first with the Aielman, and then with his own advisor, Turail uses his arm around Janeva's waist to gently lead her towards Demonder and Rennar, recalling Rennar's recent mention of not having met his wife. He leans again to murmur as they walk, "Let us go greet the happy couple, my wife. Lady Rennar did chide me recently for not having introduced you, Janeva."

Theowyn guides Elyse out from the row of chairs with the aid one would offer the blind. Though once they are free from obvious blocks in their path, he sets Elyse at his side like he would a woman free of disability. Theowyn's brilliant blue eyes do play on hers, and on her features, and then to the newly married couple. "A good turn out," he tells her in a quiet whisper. "It may be a long night still, though I am not certain if I will be permitted the luxury of staying till the ball ends. But for now, let us enjoy," he tells Elyse in reassurance.

A note of disappointment forms on Rennar's features at Demonder's words. It might even be said that she's pouting. "But hints are /good/ things love..." She has never liked surprises. She sighs reluctantly, glancing about the room as though to find another who might know of Demonder's plans for the evening; a plotters gleam entering her eyes. "Who do you wish to greet first?"

Sev raises his glass and drinks deep with anyone who takes the cue. After that, he sets down his glass and turns his attention to Erienna.

Demonder leans over to his wife, saving her a quiet whisper that might keep her quiet on the matter for a little longer, though when he straightens he catches sight of the approaching Duke and his Domani wife. "I would be pleased if we met with Duke Turail and his wife, would you not say?" Demonder does take an observing note of the Prince as well, which was seated just behind the first row on Rennar's side of the family.

You sense Demonder's warm breath is felt on her ear, the whisper quiet enough to be unheard by others. "We will be alone, my love. What else matters but a night without troubles?"

Erienna just watches everything and everyone with so much curiosity. She remains rather quiet being as shy as she is. Her blue eyes move back to Sev and offers him a smile, "This is a lovely wedding Lord Sev"

Jureim turns his thoughts back towards Borric. "I would suppose, the answer would be that we don't live near humans."

Borric nods, "I see," he says, eyes quickly scanning the room again.

"The lady's appaerently quite wise.

Jureim continues on. "We live in the peace of our stedding."

Borric nods, asking, "Can you tell me about the stedding?"

Sev says "Aye, and with the happy duties of the day discharged, would you favor me with a dance, m'lady?"

Elyse smiles, nodding, "So my ears determine, Prince Theowyn. It pleases me to know that such a felicitous occasion is able to be enjoyed by so many." To the latter comment she nods once more, now standing regally beside and on the arm of the First Prince of the Sword, away from the seats that they had just occupied, "I understand, my Prince, and will leave by your leave, of course."

Jureim says "They are were the Ogier dwell. They are far from the works of man, great groves of tranquility. We rarely leave them, and when we do it is usually to fix our great works that humans have torn down."

Alwyne makes her way over towards the Kandori Princess and Prince Theowyn.

Borric nods, "I have heard about that," he says, "Although not much."

Rennar nods her head to Demonder's words, "I suppose greeting the Duke first would be the wise thing to do." In that she defers to Demonder's judgement, grinning a bit, "Though we do know each other well enough." SHe winks at Demonder and then falls into step with him, allowing him to lead her to the place his cousin stands.

Jureim's ears twitch. "You have heard about the destruction of our works?"

Erienna blushes as she looks up at Sev, "A dance...you wish to dance with me my Lord?"

"The lady's appaerently quite wise." Janeva answers with just a touch of ice in her otherwise smooth voice and and she looks at the happy couple for a moment. Those close observers around her may notice how her normally black eyes darken somewhat as if she is displeased, though whatever reasons one can only judge. Suddenly she stops and turns around in an attempt to free herself from Turail's arm as her gaze follows the departure of a young girl clad in as close to a scandalising Domani dress one can wear as possible for one of that young age. "Oh no" she sighs and sends Turail a knowing look with raised eyebrows, "Please give the lady and lord my excuses."

Shaking his head, Borric replies, "No, but much of the famous works themselves. I have even seen some of those works, in Tear and Cairhien."

Sev smiles to Erienna, "And who would not?"

Theowyn's eyes spot Alwyne's approach near enough as he continues his conversation with Elyse. "There is no need to leave by my side, though it would bid my honor to escort you home as well." Theowyn's tone hints at being protective, though he has reason to with matters that have been shared with him. Theowyn's eyes almost naturally pick out Alwyne's ring as they would her features. "Aes Sedai."

Erienna lowers her eyes, "I would like to have a dance with you my Lord Sev"

Sev extends a hand, then, to lead the lady to a spot cleared for dancing.

Janeva simply breaks free from her husband and begins to dart out of the chambers to the hallway.

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

Turail halts, his eyes following Janeva's to the younger domani. He lets his arm drop, and a slight crease mars his brow, "Will you be returning Janeva?" He can only imagine what trouble Janeva's daughter is up to this time.

Alwyne inclines her head at the prince's recognition. "Yes." She smiles slightly, though it does not completely reach her eyes. "Princess Elyse, Prince Theowyn." She gives a nod of acknowledgement for both of them, though she is aware that the girl will not be able to see.

Jureim rumbles slightly at the mention of Cairhien. "Cairhien. Yes."

Place sher small hand into that of Sev's Erienna is lead to the dance floor

"Do not start with that again!" Demonder chuckles with the statement, leaning enough forward to kiss her cheek in reassurance that his words are of jest. "Well, until the Prince is not occupied any longer, anyway. Though I grow eager for the first dance." Yes, he's already skipped the meal and the cake cutting, so why not hurry past the first few dances? Demonder's eyes beam of amusement.

And apparently, the matter is too urgent for him to receive a reply. Effectively dropped abruptly by his wife, Turail shrugs and turns back towards Demonder and Rennar's position. He sighs slightly and makes his way the rest of the distance to them.

Borric looks around, "It is a fairly built city," he says to the Ogier.

Jureim's brows lower, darkening his eyes. "Fairly built?" He says, voice slowly edging louder "Fairly Built? It lies in ruin."

Elyse offers an appropriate curtsey for an Aes Sedai, while remaining on the arm of the Prince. She smiles gently, "Peace favour you, Aes Sedai," not having a name to put to a voice. Demurely, she merely waits for further introduction, or comment.

Sev stays to the edge of the dance floor, seeing that the bride and groom might dance, and they should go first.

"It seems as though we are being received anyway, Demonder." Rennar nods her head in Turail's direction, though her expression sours slightly at the mention of Theowyn. She glances toward the Prince, eyeing him in a quiet manner. "When the Prince is free, we can certainly approach him." She comments quietly, subdued briefly. When Turail gets closer, Rennar dons a warm smile and nods her head in his direction, "Duke Roesone. It is a pleasure meeting with you."

"Alwyne Sedai will do," she replies in a smooth voice. "I hope this day finds you well."

Borric looks at the Ogier, with a perplexed impression, "Well, it was fairer than many other cities I have seen," he says, quickly. "The city, that is," he adds after a moment."

"Cousin. Your wife is in a hurry to avoid meeting my wife?" Demonder teases in tone as he bows his bead briefly to Turail in the greeting. "Peace favor." Demonder gives Rennar that 'behave' look that he knows will insight all the opposite, and hopes that it will remove any hints of frowns on Rennar's features.

Jureim gives a mighty huff. His voice has lowered in tone, but carries like Ogier voices do. "Al'caira'ahien'allen. The towers that reached the sky, and graced the clouds? You did not see them in their glory, you did not see them before the fires. You did not aid in their construction, or labour for their maintenance."

Theowyn leads Elyse a touch ahead of him as he handles introductions. "Alwyne Sedai, Princess Elyse J'equel Sylia Kamikatsu." The name is beginning to sound more natural on his tongue, not as vaguely set as it was the first few times he had introduced the Princess.

Rennar gives Demonder one of those all too innocent looks, but then takes on something of worry when the Ogier's voice rises louder than norm; which is pretty loud for human ears. Distracted away from those receiving herself and Demonder, Rennar turns her attention to Jureim and her cousin, a brow lifting in quiet question.

Elyse smiles, inclining her head towards the voice of the Aes Sedai, "Indeed, it does, Alwyne Sedai. An honour and a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm sure," she offers formally in a rich, eloquent soprano tone.

Borric looks to the Ogier, "I didn't," he says, slowly, with a hint of regret in his voice, "But I surely wish I could."

Alwyne murmurs in response to Elyse, "A pleasure, indeed."

Turail bows perfunctorily, "Peace Favor... and congratulations once again, Lady Rennar, Lord Demonder." A slight frown settles on Turail's mouth as Janeva's quick exit is noted by his cousin. "I appologise Lady Rennar, she did wish to make your acquaintance, but I do believe there was some issure of her daughter she needed to take up. Turail's tone has just a slight tinge of weariness. One might assume Devaki is difficult with him.

Jureim locks eyes with Borric, his ears twitching this way and that. "All you humans do, as you run here-to-there, is burn and destroy your heritage. All you do is make war on one another. All you care about is bloodshed."

Borric looks at Jureim, and then quickly looks away, "It is not in our intentions, I think," he says.

Jureim says "Then tell me why it is that every year heralds more?"

Demonder is also showing signs of being distracted by the loud Ogier. He attempts to set his sights on Turail, nodding as though he shared a hint of understanding in Turail's meaning. "Lady Janeva has you looking years younger, cousin. Her return would greatly compliment you," he teases a hint, though his eyes move to the Ogier once more.

There is, perhaps, a bit longer pause between Alwyne's response and Elyse's next comment as the Princess ponders something appropriate to say and offers, "Have you enjoyed the ceremony and celebrations, Alwyne Sedai? I do hope so," her tone seems sincere, though cautious at the same time. The perceptive might spy her grip on the Prince's arm squeeze slightly and then relax.

"A pleasure to you as well, Duke Roesone..." Rennar speaks, though with the back of her head turned toward him. She turns back to the two men she's speaking with and kisses Demonder on the cheek as she starts to untie the marriage ribbon binding together their hands, "Will you excuse me a moment?" It looks as though she' sabout to go diffuse a potential disasterous situation; Ogier tempers, afterall, are not good things to have.

Borric looks at Jureim again, "I'm afraid I don't have any explanation for that, master Ogier," he says, trying to sound calm.

Sev looks to Erienna, "We may have a time to wait, perhaps you would like to mingle a while, first? "

Jureim nods, again with a huff. "That is what I thought. It is in your natures, that is why there is no explanation."

Borric nods, slowly, and then smiles slightly, "There you might have found the only explanation," he says.

Jureim silently watches Borric. Maybe he hasn't finished yet?

Erienna nods up at Sev, her eyes darting about the room, "If it pleases you Lord Sev" she says softly

"Of course, Renni," Demonder responds quickly as the ties between them are removed. A note of concern shows as he looks to Turail and then the Ogier. "A good mix of guests..." his mind is elsewhere, as he will likely insure Rennar is kept safe.

Borric looks at the Ogier, "The nature of things," he says.

Alwyne again smiles slightly, the expression carrying somewhat into her voice, "The celebration was indeed a beautiful occasion. It has been some time, I believe, since there has been one so. I do recall another gathering that was, perhaps, a bit more...distressing...if that is the word." She glances at Theowyn, then back at the young woman, a flicker of eyes, then asks smoothly, "How fares your sister?"

"Andor is turning its odd corners," Theowyn states away from the topic of conversation as he catches some words of the Ogier that speaks with Borric.

Rennar kisses Demonder on the cheek once more, "I'll be but a moment." She smiles at Turail, then moves off in the direction of Borric and Jureim. She manages to place a sincere, warm smile upon her features as she approaches them, "Greetings, Builder, Cousin." She glances between the two of them, that worried note touching her eyes, "I trust all is well?" She asks, testing the waters first.

Jureim turns his gaze from borric lady Rennar. "The blessing of light and stillness upon you." He says, looking at her.

Jureim is looking at you.

Tension. Oh yes. Elyse does not have the luxury of disguising her emotions as well as a fully trained Aes Sedai. But she does make the attempt at displaying outward calm. The smile fades, marking the tension at the topic, but it does not disappear completely. In a somewhat cool, though polite voice Elyse responds to Alwyne, "I am told she fares well, Alwyne Sedai. Thank you," gratefully, she tilts her ear toward Theowyn, arching eyebrow and grasping his change in topic rather desperately, "Indeed, Prince Theowyn? In which sense?"

Sev slips on up to Demonder, with Erienna on his arm.

Sev says "M'lord, may I present the lady Erienna Vanderode?"

Borric nods and bows to Rennar, "May the Light Shine on you on theis happy day," he says, before continuing, "It was a rather interresting discussion, I think."

"The Ogier, for one," Theowyn notes the volume of the voice, and indicating the direction of its travels. He does not go into more detail then that, though he does offer a reassuring hold on Elyse's hand when the topic comes to the other Princess within Andor.

Viewing for Jureim

All ogier built cities of the world, Tar Valon, Tear, Illian and others, forming a great wall up around Jureim. In his eyes the image of Cairhien burning, and the loss of Fal Moran. The walls form up between Jureim and all the peoples of the world, including his own.

Demonder watches his wife steal a kiss and head over to handle another matter, and so he does his thing by nodding lightly to Sev and the woman he presents. "Lady Erienna Vanderode, welcome to the Hune Manor, and thank-you for coming on this important day in our personal lives." By our he means Rennar and himself, obviously. A pleased expression centers, though his eyes continue to watch the direction his wife has gone.

Alwyne raises one eyebrow slightly but allows the topic to be changed, apparently seeing no purpose in pressing the matter.

Erienna dips into the most gracious, the most elegant curtsey as she is being introduced to Demonder, "Tis a pleasure to meet you my Lord Demonder, my warmest congratulations to you and your lady wife, may the light illuminate and protect you always"

Sev smiles.

Gently, Rennar turns her gaze to Jureim. Her eyes manage to widen something; likely at his size. A blush comes to her cheeks, and she nods back to him, "The blessings upon you as well, Builder." Rennar greets the Ogier once more. "I just wished to make certain all is well... as hostess of this event." Worried fringes touch Rennar's eyes, concern showing for Jureim for whatever reason. "I have a small matter that might interest you later, if you are of mind to discuss it and... willing to hear me out."

Jureim's ears twitch again, and after a few breaths has appeared to calm slightly. "All is well, my Lady. A matter? What might this be?"

Borric nods at the Ogier's first words, "All is well, m'Lady," he says.

"Well met, thank-you, Lady Erienna," Demonder produces a bow more specifically for Erienna. "Forgive me, but I do not recall seeing your beauty grace Lord Sev's arm my past meetings with him?" he asks the question, his eyes shifting with a light amusement as they look between Sev and Erienna.

A genuine smile comes to Rennar's lips, in part because some of the situation around Borric is diffused and in part because the Ogier seems calmer. "I've recently had my gates repaired after an unfortunate mishap in which they were destroyed." She crinkles her brow a bit, thinking over her words, "Or, rather, mishap is not the word to use. The Queen used the Power to break into Tiras Lorn to save my life. I was being held captive in my own home by my uncle." She might rival an Ogier in getting to the point on this, or not, "In short, I'd like to ask one of the Ogier to look over the gates and see if they can make suggestions on how to fortify them better. Those who replaced them did a well enough job, but with the events that have happened in my family, I'd like to take extra precautions. But, I'm also uncertain if that would be seen as insulting..." She waits, watching Jureim with a quieted expression.

Alwyne glances at Theowyn. "The Ogier?"

Elyse nods, tilting her head now to better receive the rumbling voice of the Ogier that Theowyn mentions. She does not seem as quite pensive or surprised by the presence of the Ogier, other than the fact that they are rare to encounter. But having no basis with which to determine their startling appearance, it seems more an intriguing novelty than something by which to be startled, or with which too terribly absorbed. "They are very interesting people to listen to, I should say. I imagine they have an interesting bass singing voice," she comments.

Sev sighs, "More's the pity, m'lord," and smiles, betraying a fondness for the shy lady.

Alwyne nods absently. "I would not be surprised," she says.

Nervously, Erienna tucks a lock of auburn hair behind her ear blushing deeply on what Demonder has said. She looks up at Sev, her eyes sparkle and shine before she turns her attention back tot he bridegroom, "I have been ill of late my lord Demonder and have not ventured forth from Vanderode Manor here in the city. Lord Sev has been kind enough to have been escourting me about since we meet just recently"

Jureim nods slowly. "Yes, I saw the gates as I entered. I saw the cracks that line the walls." His eyes become thoughtful. "The gates could be fixed, but it would be easier to remove them entirely and have new gates built with a new housing."

Borric looks around, and then slowly says, "I think I'd better leave the two of you to your conversation," he says and moves away with a bow, "Thank you for enlightening me, master Ogier."

Jureim looks at Borric a moment, before uttering another 'huff'.

"There is something of singing in their culture," Theowyn agrees, taking Elyse's words further. "Perhaps we should entertain the Eldest and that crumpy Ogier that seems insistant for her side? The pairing would almost be amusing, if not so large." Theowyn offers a slight smile, though his expression goes wary at the sight of the large creatures. He still holds a friendly note toward them.

Rennar turns her attention first to Borric, nodding her head to her cousin. "Good evening, Borric." She offers him another smile before turning her attention back to Jureim, "So, you would not consider it an insult for me to ask one of you to work on the gates?" That seems to be her major worry, "I'd be more than willing to pay whatever price needed. It would also be an honor. House Hune has long understood the importance of history and traditions, and the work would not go to waste as long as we can help it." Helping it is the problem, often times things cannot be helped.

"How fortunate for Lord Sev," Demonder responds, holding back the tone that would make his entertainment over the matter too obvious. "I have only met Lord Sev a few times, but he certainly has not smiled as much as he does this day. Thank-you for your good wishes, Lady Erienna. And I offer the same to you and your loved ones."

Jureim looks at her a long time, almost too long, before speaking. "I would consider it an honor to bring artistry to this city. But I do not do so lightly. I have seen my works torn down, by thoughtless men. Fires ravaged my work in Cairhien, and for that I do not forgive. You, and your family, must swear that the gates shall be protected. That any work I bring to this place must be preserved."

Elyse smiles brightly, the tension previously noted receding, "Oh I should say would like that, Prince Theowyn, though I would not wish to inhibit the responsibilities with which Eldest Marith may be occupied. How now, Alwyne Sedai? Have you had much opportunity to receive the Ogier?" She smiles gently.

What a captivating smile the Lady Erienna makes upon the kindness of Demonder's words to her. She literally seems to glow, a soft illumination about her delicate features, "I thank you for allowing Lord Sev to escourt me to such an esteemed and important event my Lord"

Borric bows once more to Rennar before looking around the Hall again.

It is Rennar's turn to take a long time in considering the words put before her. After those long moments, she finally nods her head, "Nor would we take such an undertaking lightly. Were you to work on Tiras Lorn, we would swear to preserve your work to the best of our ability. I would no more want to see it torn down than yourself." Her words hold genuine as she watches the Ogier before her. "Might I know your name?" She asks, tilting her head upward to look more directly at the Ogier before her.

Alwyne looks back at the Kandori princess for a moment. "Tar Valon has an Ogier grove that many enjoy."

Theowyn can't help but smile at Alwyne's obvious observation. "I did mean another evening. I am certain that my Tower training would have been a waste if I did not realize the ten foot pairing of Ogier have left for the evening." There's an amused tone on his voice. "But yes, certainly interesting, these Builders. Princess Elyse and myself had the pleasure of welcoming them to Caemlyn un behalf of the Queen."

Sev smiles to Demonder and Erienna in turn, "And the more graced I am for the saying of it, m'lord.

Jureim says "I am Jureim, son of Mathaer, son of Pedrum."

A warm smile comes to Rennar's lips, "Your name sings in my ears, Jureim, son of Mathaer, son of Pedrum." An impish look almost enters her eyes, their emerald green catching in the light once more. "It would be an honor and a pleasure if you would work on our gates. We can, of course, discuss the fee at anther time. For now, feel welcome within Tiras Lorn, and have some fun." She glances over her shoulder at Demonder and the others surrounding him, "If you will excuse me..." Her voice grows warmer as she speaks, "I must return to my husband now."

Alwyne inclines her head slightly to the prince, her manner somewhat frosty for some reason. "Of course. That is well."

Jureim nods, slowly, looking towards Demonder.

Borric looks at the people everywhere, and then shrugs to himself slightly.

An odd answer to her question, but Aes Sedai have always been too cryptic for Elyse's tastes, her father's Aes Sedai Advisor to the Throne of Clouds included. She remains polite and pleasant in demeanour, her vacant gaze still settling on some distant and unrecognized point ahead of her, "Truly? I was unaware, Alwyne Sedai, that a grove existed there." She lapses into silence at the interchange between Theowyn and Alwyne.

Demonder chuckles, unable to hold back his entertainment over the matter, though as he catches sight of Rennar's approach he does brighten. "Indeed, I will introduce you to my beautiful wife, now that she has settled another matter that required her attendance." Leaning forward, his whisper would be loud enough to be heard by Rennar's approach. "She was responsible for the guest list, you should note, Lady Erienna."

Sev smiles, and moves with Erianna to greet Rennar.

Patreine goes home.

Alwyne addresses the young woman. "Yes, there is a grove. Perhaps one day you will visit there yourself."

Having amused himself by merely watching everyone, Turail finally goes out from the great hall. One might assume he is looking for his wife.

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

Jureim looks about, then mutters to himself, in his loud ogier voice. "I should take a look at the gates."

"A Grove, not a Stedding," Theowyn insures there is no confusion. "The trees remain, but no Ogier live within." The Warder sets his sights on Demonder and his approaching wife. He is always hesistant about escorting Elyse through a larger group of peoeple, but he does consider it. "It is beautiful. And one feels very small at the sights of trees that tall."

Rennar smiles once more at Jureim then moves away from his side and starts back toward her husband. She nods a few greetings to those who come up to her on her way back to Demonder, a polite smile touching her features. "Demonder, it seems as though we might have an Ogier helping out with the problem of the gates." They have been showing some wear lately. She lifts a brow gently as Turail wanders from the group and exits the building, "Duke Roesone not feeling well?" She observes with some worry.

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

Sev says "Rennar, if I might present the lady Erienna Vanderode... M'lady, the High Seat of my House, Rennar.""

Alwyne murmurs, "Indeed."

Elyse doesn't move her head between the direction of the voices of Theowyn and Alwyne, being that they are not across the room, after all, but closer. She nods to the clarification, but adds, "I'm afraid I won't have the pleasure of visiting Tar Valon, Alwyne Sedai. More's the pity," she doesn't seem genuiney upset about it.

"The Duke likely is showing his concern for having his wife leave his side for too long," Demonder notes, a slight teasing warning in his voice before he reacts to her news. "Really? An Ogier aiding us with the gates? How briliant of you, my love." At the introduction Sev mentions, Demonder leans over to Renar. "He failed to properly complement her with the introduction. I should have a few words with your cousin." Demonder's tone is, of course, loud enough to be heard by those immidiately around.

Rennar glances to Sev and looks to Erienna, nodding her head briefly. A warm smile comes to her lips, "Ah, yes. We've been introduced before. The day I was returning from the Palace, there at the Prince's request." She glances briefly to Demonder as she makes mention of that, " You were on the road escorting her home as I was returning."

Sev nods, and says to Demonder, "But had I words to do justice, I beg pardon, I should be acclaimed a poet for sure."

Erienna upon Rennar's approach Erienna again dips into a gracious and elegant curtsey. "Tis a pleasure to meet you again Lady Rennar, your wedding ceremony was breathtakingly beautiful as well as yourself my Lady"

Rennar's smile warms at Erienna's words, "Thank you." A blush actually comes to her cheeks. She places an arm around Demonder's waist in a smooth motion, then glances to him, "I think we should get our first dance over with before the crowds become restless..." She winks at her husband, glancing around at all the mingling couples.

Theowyn watches the Aes Sedai make her departure, and then begins the escort of Elyse to around the rows of chairs and toward Demonder and Rennar. He does take on a predatory sighting of Rennar, one that hints at a hidden purpose he might have for the woman, and likely something that involves her position as heir-apparent. But with a slight nod, he concludes to be good this evening. "Had we considered it further, we could have suggested to Lady Rennar that request the services of your sister for the purposes of musical entertainment. A note for the next event, though I am certain she will come to the Palace by then." Theowyn's voice holds warmth and comfort over the situation.

Speaks up rather quietly, "I have written a small poem in celebration of your wedding My Lady to Lord Demonder if you so wish me to recite?"

"An excellent idea," Demonder chuckles, his own hand moving around the waist of Rennar. "Do enjoy your evening, Lord Sev, Lady Erienna." Demonder is oblivious to the approaching Prince, and gives Rennar chance to react after her words as he begins to lead her toward the dance floor. "And the crowds are not the only that ar erestless..." he manages, though at some other words he turns his head around to the source of the voice.

Sev bows as they go, and says to Erienna, "THen soon we shall have our dance. Oh, here comes the Prince."

Elyse doesn't like the notion of her sister, royalty by blood, even if she has yet to recognize it, performing at any event. And the slight frown expressed on her features indicates that displeasure, though she does not comment one way or another to Theowyn's suggestion as he leads her around toward Rennar and Demonder, not quite certain where he is leading her but trusting him implicitly. As she hears approaching voices, or rather herself approaching those voices, she schools her frown away, striving, instead, for a more calm and serene expression.

Rennar does manage to answer Erienna before she is swept away to the dance floor, "I'd love to hear your poem, Lady Erienna, as soon as we are finished our first dance." Her words sound as though they were a promise. "We shall return." She smiles a bit impishly, then allows Demonder to lead her toward the floor to start their dance.

Erienna smiles warmly at Renna then again dips into a curtsey

Borric looks around and slowly walks over in Sev's direction.

At the mention of the Prince by Sev, Demonder does turn in the direction indicated. He looks between the impish features of his wife and then the approaching Prince. One could almost see the frown on his features that Demonder tries, with some success, to hide. "Prince Theowyn, Princess Elyse," he greets both with a pause, and an appropriate bow. "We were just heading for our first dance."

Sev bows deeply as Theowyn and Elyse approach, getting ready for another round of introductions.

Theowyn could almost feel the strain from Elys eat his selected topic, and finds the distraction of Demonder and Rennar good enough to take both his and Elyse's mind off matters. "Lord Demonder, Lady Rennar. You have met Princess Elyse?" he asks in a brief question, ignoring the notion of their dance for the time being. "Congradulation of your marriage. It is good to see some tradition being followed in House Roesone, even when it comes at the influence of House Hune." The poke is meant more in jest, though a hint of truth rings in the words.

Letting Demonder do the greetings, Rennar keeps on walking to the floor, pulling her husband with her in a determined fashion. That impish look does not lessen any as she grins at her husband. "Aye, our first dance, and a dance I mean not to delay any further." She nods absently to the Prince and Princess, "A pleasure." Her reply to the introductions is rather hasty.

Elyse smiles rather pleasantly, though her thoughts distracting her enough to be apparent. Politely she nods in the direction of their voices, "Indeed. Congratulations." Then lapses back into quiet.

Demonder does, and in a rather hury, escort Rennar toward the dance floor hoping for no more interruptions. They do make it there without a hint of any more interruption, who would after Rennar just hastly parted with the Prince to capture this dance? When their choosen first song begins to play, Demonder's eyes show love and hints of passions as he looks to her, both arms taking in an embrace that settles them for the dance. As he settles into the first notes of the dance, an amused smile comes to him, hinting at some words that he whispers to her ear. He mutters to Rennar, "Perhaps... take... Hall and into... love?"

You sense Demonder does, and in a rather hury, escort Rennar toward the dance floor hoping for no more interruptions. They do make it there without a hint of any more interruption, who would after Rennar just hastly parted with the Prince to capture this dance? When their choosen first song begins to play, Demonder's eyes show love and hints of passions as he looks to her, both arms taking in an embrace that settles them for the dance. As he settles into the first notes of the dance, an amused smile comes to him, hinting at some words that he whispers to her ear. "Perhaps we should take this opportunity to dance away from the Hall and into the carriage that awaits, my love?"

Theowyn watches the couple make their escpae, shaking his head lightly, and placing the matter behind him. "Lady Rennar seemed eager to dance with her husband," he tells Elyse, half reasoning out the sudden disappearance of the two. "Lord Sev," he greets the other Lord that had been standing with Demonder and Rennar. Theowyn's free hand moves around to the hand of Elyse's that he holds, his fingers briefly brushing against the fabric of her dress in a note of comfort.

Borric looks around, smiling slightly, before he begins to say something to himself. He mutters to himself, "I... the... was... rather... totally, this arrangement... as... Aiel..."

Rennar chuckles warmly at Demonder and shakes her head, reaching a hand up to place it upon his lips, She mutters to Demonder, "... a few dances.... not... rude... our guests,... we?" Smiling eyes gaze upon her husband as her voice takes on a light chiding note. "Besides, I might not want this dance to end." She winks at him, and lays her head on his shoulder in a comfortable manner.

Demonder senses "Rennar chuckles warmly at Demonder and shakes her head, reaching a hand up to place it upon his lips, "No... a few dances. We do not want to appear rude to our guests, do we?" Smiling eyes gaze upon her husband as her voice takes on a light chiding note. "Besides, I might not want this dance to end." She winks at him, and lays her head on his shoulder in a comfortable manner."

Sev smiles. "Your Highnesses. Have you met the sparkling Ladt Erienna of the Vanderodes?

Elyse nods to acknowledge the Prince's explanation of Rennar and Demonder's rather sudden departure, then tilts her head in the direction of Lord Sev's voice, offering a cordial smile and dip of the head, "Peace favour your sword, Lord Sev," and a heartbeat later, after the introduction to Lady Erienna, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Erienna, I'm sure."

Demonder grins, while his lips lightly brush against Rennar's cheek and go as far to her ear. A few more words are whispered, just to her, and when he lifts he seems pleased. "Then we shall dance all evening, if that is what you wish, my love," he shares while further embracing Rennar into his hold. The song was well choosen, one that does not require much movement, as this young couple seems in no rush in their dance.

Blue eyes blink at Sev's introduction of Erienna to the Prince and Princess, she immediately without thinking dips into a flowing and regal curtsey. Her eyes lower at once in reverence to the Prince, she is too nervous to even utter a word. Her small, dainty hands lay smoothing across the satin of her gown waiting to rise and only then with permisson by Theowyn

Borric looks around, and slowly moves in the direction of the large group, smiling to himself as he's walking.

Rushing is definitely not a thing Rennar wants to do, for that may bring her to the attention of the Prince once more, and her personal agenda is to stay out of his attention. "Mmm... well, perhaps we could leave after this dance." She speaks to her husband, her eyes holding a teasing note. "We can arrange for the servants to bring the gifts and things to wherever it is we are going, and open them together?"

Theowyn's features lighten as they turn from Sev to Erienna. "A pleasure, Lady Erienna. Light Illume." Those blue eyes look to the dance floor, pondering that troublesome heir-apparent and her husband. But he finally shakes his head clear of any thoughts, and focuses on the discussion at hand. "Princess Elyse is living within the Palace during her stay in Caemlyn. We are eager to see her stay with us for some time yet." Theowyn's words hint at more, and show the hint of fondness he holds for Elyse.

Sev says "Now, Highness, when the bride and groom have had the first dance, and with luck, more of this assemblage will see fit to join us in their honour, yes?""

"Is that not what I suggested?" Demonder wonders with a brief smirk. He does place a hinting kiss on Rennar's lips, leading their dance in the slow swaying motions of their bodies. "Though an excellent idea, all the same, my love," he agrees, unable to hold back the chuckle, as he is certain she will point out that is not exactly what Demonder had suggested. The arm around her shoulders departs just long enough so that he may trace her cheek with the softness of his touch. "I would enjoy that. On our wedding day, my love, we can be excused for anything we wish. Our guests can continue on with their celebrations, and leave us to eachother and the fondness of their gifts."

Elyse smiles, the dark clouds lifting a bit from Elyse's expression at the hint of Theowyn's fondness for her, and she replies amiably, "Kandor thanks Andor for its wonderful hospitality, as do I. Though I only wish to linger to the point where my stay would be an imposition, Prince Theowyn," her tone seems mildly teasing, and then she tilts her head a bit to better receive Sev's suggestion, the pleasant smile remaining, but she doesn't reply, thinking the suggestion was meant for the Prince and not herself.

Borric finally makes it over to the big group, standing a little while away from it. He studies Theowyn for a moment, before shrugging to himself.

Rennar mmms softly at Demonder, her eyes moving away from him briefly to examine the guests of Hune, "Perhaps we should make our escape now, while all the others are pre-occupied with the Prince and his escort?" It is a teasing suggestion.

Demonder holds back a chuckle, insuring it will not give them away, as he takes Rennar into a more dramatic dance, one that shows more swinging and such. One that elegantly swings them near the doors of the Grand Hall, and while he spares a glance to their guests, he does decide to end the dance and rush the rest of their escape. The carriage, after-all, is not far. "Excellent idea..." his voice trails, giving Rennar all the credit, of course.

Sev is making ready to bring Erienna to the dance floor, once REnnar And Demonder finish their first dance alone.

Sev raises another cavalcade of applause as the newlyweds make their escape.

Erienna looks up at Sev feeling a little out of place but then smiles as the newlyweds take their leave

A warm chuckle can be heard, not as low as Demonder's and not as hidden. Amusement touches Rennar's eye as he all but drags her off toward the doors; though she is not unwilling in going with him, not by any means. This is almost like one grand adventure for her, "You are encouragable." She exclaims, a decided note touching her voice as she moves with him easily.

"The Princess and I have practised the dance just for this occassion," Theowyn announces with a smile showing, as he sways Elyse a touch in teasing. The humor still holds in his voice, when he turns to Elyse and notes further. "And as far as impositions go, the Princess is far too kind to provide herself with her own servants and guards. I fear she is no imposition whatsoever, and I have the benefit of her pleasant company." Theowyn shows that broadening smile. "Why, I fear the King will not be e fortunate to have his daughter returned to him anytime soon." The playful note is clear.

Sev smiles, and raises a hand for Erienna to take, preparign to sidestep out onto the floor with the other partygoers as the band strikes up its tune.

Borric looks at Theowyn, before blinking slightly, He mutters to himself, "... I met him... another..." he asks himself.

Demonder is pleased at the name calling he receives from his wife. Encouragable indeed. Seeing that there surprise departure has been foiled by the curious eyes of others following them, he does turn enough to produce a bow before literally dragging his wife away with one arm around her waist. She'd be lucky to have a few feet touch the ground as they move away. Laughter follows.

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

You walk through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.