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Log Date:	February 19, 2000
Logged By:	Rennar
Location:	Sitting Room: Rennar's Apartments, Tiras Lorn and The Queen's Gardens: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn
Summary:	House Hune hosts a lawn party for the nobles and notables of Andor. Invited guests include various members of the noble society, the Royals and visiting dignitaries. Current topics of discussion revolved around the happenings between Andor and Murandy, and the visiting Aes Sedai, who were noticably not on the guest list that evening. Other notables included members of the Illuminators guild, who presented a magnificent display of night flowers.

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Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

Ashe casually walks onto the manor grounds looking and waiting for the festivity to take place here.

Demonder opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Some of the servants and staff of House Hune have elected to work this time; having had the option of taking the day off and enjoying themselves. A buffet table can be seen in the center of the yard, filled with various varieties of food and delicacies. A separate, smaller table is off to the side of the main buffet table, holding various beverages; wines, liquors and juices for younger children or those who do not drink alcoholic beverages.

Aeliss opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Ashe looks toward all the people who are starting to come and smiles.

Harika, along with nearly a dozen other people start exiting the two wagons that just rooled through the gates. Harika steps a little distance from the wagons to take a look around, while the rest of the people start unloading all sorts of things from the wagons.

Ashe turns to look at the wagon and wonders who the woman is, and what all that stuff is that is being unloaded from the wagon.

Rennar stands off to the side, nearest to the manor, speaking to one of those liveried in House Hune clothing. She seems to be an elderly woman, though looks alert and attentive to the young Lady's words. "And watch young Hansen, Genette," Rennar speaks to the elderly woman, "He seems to be lazing off in his duties again. He's welcome to enjoy himself, but he is also here to work." Rennar sighs faintly, smiles at Genette, then turns her attention to the first of the arriving guests. "If you'll excuse me..." The elderly woman nods her head, then moves off to oversee the various servants and staff.

Borric opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Ashe continues to stare and then realizes that he is staring and turns his head to look for something wllse to look at.

Borric slowly walks out of the building, looking around.

From out of the main doors of Tiras Lorn arrives young Aeliss, Bard for the Lady Rennar. A pleasant smile curves her lips as she stands upon the stairs leading to the door, taking a glance at the crowds gathering.

Ashe looks toward the Borric and smiles slightly at trying to remember where he saw the man last.

Some of the servants and staff of House Hune have elected to work this time

Ashe steps lightly towards Borric and smiles as he approaches him.

Some of the servants and staff of House Hune have elected to work this time: having had the option of taking the day off and enjoying themselves. A buffet table can be seen in the center of the yard, filled with various varieties of food and delicacies. A separate, smaller table is off to the side of the main buffet table, holding various beverages

Some of the servants and staff of House Hune have elected to work this time: having had the option of taking the day off and enjoying themselves. A buffet table can be seen in the center of the yard, filled with various varieties of food and delicacies. A separate, smaller table is off to the side of the main buffet table, holding various beverages: wines, liquors and juices for younger children or those who do not drink alcoholic beverages.

The young Lord dressed in his usual dark purple cloak is hanging by the entrance of Tiras Lorn. Rennar's husband seems to be leaving her alone for the time being, which could be a good thing. Demonder seems content to watching the activity, having stood there for a little time, though as Aeliss makes her way through, he pushes off and matches steps with her. "Mistress," he notes with a light wink. Though he follows Aeliss for some steps, its clear he'll be heading for his wife next, already spotting her out near the manor within the estates.

Borric smiles to the man approaching, "May the Light grace your path, good sir," he says.

As the young Bardess begins to gracefully descend the stairs, taking a goblet of wine from a circulating servant, her gray eyes are drawn--as if by force of magnetism--to a particular figure in the crowd...the young man approaching the Lord Borric. She stops dead in her tracks, and fiddles nervously with a thick golden bracelet wrapping around one thin wrist--nearly spilling the ruby-amber liquid in her movement. "Uh..." she says, at Demonder's greeting...definately -not- her usually calm and composed urbane self. "My Lord. Greetings." She rights herself quickly, and attempts an air of casual indolence. "My Lord...er...Demonder."

After taking a good long look at the way things are set up, Harika points the people she came with to start carrying their things to one of the corners of the courtyard, which they start doing without hesitation, leaving two of their numbers with the wagons, while Harika moves towards Genette.

Ashe smiles at Borric offering his hand, "Peace favour your sword, and May the Light grace your path. I am Ashe from Shienar."

Borric smiles, "It is an honour to meet you, master Ashe."

Genette glancse over at the woman who approaches her, a brow lifting slightly, "Ah! Mistress Illuminator. We've been waiting for you." A broad smile touches the elderly woman's features. "How might I help you?"

Ashe smiles "thank you my lord." Ashe then adds in "It is an honour to meet you too."

Ashe thinks to himself where he saw Borric last and smiles and says aloud.."ahhhh Sorry my lord, but I recall seeing you at the Rose and Lion Inn I believe." Ashe shakes his head."sorry if I bring any offense to you."

Rennar starts to step in Harika's direction, having noticed the wagon and the others bringing in supplies of the wago. Yet, when Genette starts to take control of the situation, she smiles in the direction of her must trusted servant then sets about greeting her other guests. She has yet to notice Demonder has entered the courtyard, head still swimming from the earlier preparations she had to take care of. Her steps take her toward Borric and Ashe as well. She nods her head in the direction of them each, murmuring in a soft, gentle voice, "Cousin." That was directed to Borric. Her eyes then fall on Ashe, "Welcome to House Hune. I am Lady Rennar. Feel free to have some food and drink, and to enjoy yourself. The fireworks will not be starting for a few hours yet."

Ashe looks past Borric and smiles at the crowd, then at the women Aeliss whom is walking with Demonder. He wonders if he had ever seen either before.

Harika inclines her head to Genette, smiling easily, "And a g'd day to you, Mistress. I was merely wondering if it were allright that we put our things up over there in the corner..." she points to where the other Illuminators have already begun to set up their things, "It does seem to be the safest spot, yes?"

"Something the matter, Aeliss?" Demonder asks in that casual tone, his eyes briefly going to this point of interest that seems to have her in a stumble. Still, he moves across her where she stands, catching sight of Rennar though lightly twisting in Aeliss' direction still. Next he looks, he's already lost Rennar, though he picks her up again ahead.

Ashe turns his gaze from the two walking and smiles at the beautiful woman speaking to him "Thank you my lady."

Genette glancse in the direction indicated by Harika, then nods her head, "That seems to be a fine spot. Please, feel free to use what portion of the manor grounds you need. If any of the staff give you problems, let me know and I'll personally deal with them." She may look old and fragile, but there's a stern stubborness about her which might not leave anyone guessing that she can actually take care of the problems she says she can.

Ashe then realizes he was rude to Lady Rennar and adds in "I am sorry my Lady, I am Ashe from Fal Moran, in Shienar. May the Light illuminate your home, and those in it."

Ashe bows gracefully to Lady Rennar

Ashe's words are answered with a gracious nod of the head, "My thanks, Master Ashe." There is a brief pause before Rennar lifts a brow in curiosity, "From Shienar? I must say I was not expecting someone from so far to make my party." And truly, there is surprise showing within the young Lady's eyes; though a smile graces her lips.

Tilting her head charmingly to one side, quickly regaining her smooth and practiced air of refinement, Aeliss smiles pleasantly to Demonder. "Wrong, my Lord? No, there is nothing...wrong." She raises the goblet to her lips and takes a small sip, before lowering it again. "It does promise to be a pleasant day for this festivity, does it not?" Her low, murmuring voice can barely be heard beyond the immediate circle of her vicinity. "The Lady has done a beautiful job in preparing the Gardens. They are absolutely breathtaking."

Harika smiles again as she inclines her head to the woman, "Thank you, Mistress." with that she turns and walks over to the indicated corner, one of the men there approaching her and after few whispered words nods, and starts ordering the rest to open up the boxes and sacks, Harika only putting her hands on her hips as she watches in silence.

Ashe smiles at the young Lady, "Yes, I am long away from home, and the fight along the blight."

Demonder has likely taken some notice to the breathtaking appearance of the gardens, though he seems more concerned with insuring the area is guarded. At least a part of him does. Demonder does keep an eye on Rennar from the distance, briefly turning to Aeliss as he speaks. "Indeed. Breathtaking. I do hope Lord Turail makes an appearance here this afternoon," he goes on, particularly curious on her reaction to that comment.

Ashe turns his attention briefly to a passing servant and takes a goblet of wine. He then looks toward the man and woman who have stopped walking and tries very hard to hear what they are saying,but with all the noise he doesn't catch anything.

Borric smiles at Ashe, "You might have seen me at the Inn," he says, before bows slightly and smiles to Rennar, before looking around, as if searching for someone.

Jureim pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Alwyne pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

No apparent reaction out of the ordinary at this comment. The young minstrel simply bows her head at this remark, nodding her assent. "Indeed. I was chagrined to hear of the Lord Turail's plight. I am sure he could use some distraction from his circumstances." She takes another sip of her wine, her eyes drifting at intervals to various faces in the crowd.

Ashe takes a swallow from his goblet and then takes it from his lips.

Rennar tilts her head to the side curiously, "I have heard that the Blight has been quiet for a great many years. Is this true?" The young Lady's eyes take in the form and shape of Ashe, as if assessing whether or not he could be one of those fighters capable of keeping the Blight, "But do forgive me. I must speak with the Mistress Illuminator, to make certain all is well." She smiles pleasantly at Borric and Ashe, then starts to make her way for Harika.

Jureim steps through the gates, a faint trail of rock dust sweeping off his shoulders and clothes as he moves. Large steps carry him to an unobtrusive place in the gardens from which to watch.

Alwyne steps in through the gate and off to one side, watching the people.

Ashe bows to Borric "pardon my lord, but I feel the need to walk and listen to the music. May the Light shine on you always."

Borric smiles and bows slightly back, "We will meet again, I hope."

"A terrible turn of events," Demonder states, attempting to find one of those servants carrying a tray of wine. "I do not think Lord Paedrig is popular within the House. Certainly Lord Turail was the favorite to hold the standing of Duke." A frown forms on his features. Demonder begins to take a few more steps forward, his dark-purple cloak trailing behind as he heads toward his wife and the others.

Ashe smiles "We will the Light willing." Ashe then turns and swallows the rest of his wine.

The young Duchess of Hune stops not too far away from the Illuminator who has come so far for this event. Rennar waits patiently to be recognized, eyes calmly watching the other Illuminators working to put the items for the display in a corner of the Hune grounds. When there is a lapse, she murmurs, "Mistress. I am glad to see that you could make it for the event."

Ashe looking towards the wall around the courtyard he finds a spot and decides to go and rest a bit and think.

Borric looks around, slowly, still seemingly looking for someone...

Harika does not notice Rennar untill she is nearly upon her, but then turn and curtseys, it being smooth and gracefull, though she smiles as he rises from the curtsey, seemingly not to intimidated by the presence of nobility, "Ofcourse we showed, my Lady. The Illuminator Guild does allways keep it's contracts, yes?"

Ashe sees the man,a very tall man, and realizes he saw that man in a crowd not to long before. Ashe decides to walk towards Jureim, hoping not to disturb him.

Ashe realizes that the crowd is gathering, and smiles, for he has never seen a gathering so large in some time now, especially since he has been away from the blight.

Jureim stands silently, watching the people, and the Illuminators especially.

Turail pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Ashe snatchs another goblet form the passing servant and replaces his empty one for a full one.

"In truth, this is my first time holding such a display within the grounds of Tiras Lorn, so I did not know what to expect." Rennar replies smoothing to the Illuminator. Her emerald gaze turns to carefully regard Harika, her head tilting just ever so slightly to the side as curiosity burns within her eyes. "This is an exciting time for us, and I hope al goes well."

Ashe approaches Jureim and smiles at the large man. "pardon my lord, I am Ashe from Fal Moran, in Shienar."

Jureim lowers his gaze slowly to look down at Ashe. His only response is a raised eyebrow and a 'huff' of a noise.

Ashe disregards the 'huff' and smiles up at Jureim.

Jureim waits patiently for the conversation he knows the little one is going to start up.

Harika smiles to the young noblewoman, almost as if reassuring her, "It will go quite well, I can assure you, my Lady." she even allows herself to wink to her, "We have been doing this for quite a little while now, yes?"

Alwyne notes Rennar speaking with the Illuminator. She makes her way towards them, but stops a polite distance away, speaking idly with other nobles while waiting for the two to finish their conversation.

Turail enters among the flux and flow of people joining the lawn party and leaving it and stands off to one side for a moment. He could almost pass for a foreigner or commoner, having toned down the decoration on his attire to about nothing. There's not a shred of embroidery on his coat anywhere, in fact. Finally he begins to mingle himself in with those present, and wander further into the area of the party with measured steps.

Ashe offers his small hand to Jureim, who has a monster hand by comparison, and rpeats his name " I am Ashe friend Ogier, from Shienar.

Ashe offers the formal greeting "Kiserai ti Wansho."

Jureim looks at Ashe for some time, before he gives a slight sigh. "I am Jureim, son of Mathaer, son of Pedrum."

Demonder is beginning to head down more into the gardens, having been standing near the Hune Bard Aeliss. Though Demonder is still dressed in the House Roesone colors, his dark purple cloak trailing behind him, Demonder is clearly well set within House Hune. He seems to be heading for Rennar, of course.

Borric stands not far from the Main Doors of the Manor, looking around, slowly.

Ashe smiles at Juerim "I am pleased to meet you, I was just wondering what an Ogier is doing in Caemlyn? Have you come to study some books from the library?"

Jureim idly flicks a tiny piece of rock that was stuck under one of his coat buttons. "I am rebuilding the wall."

Ashe turns his attention for a brief moment to take a swallow from his goblet of wine.

Rennar can't help but laugh lightly at the Illuminator's words, "Yes, that you have. Again, thank you for coming. If you are in need of anything, please feel free to ask myself, or Genette." Delicately, Rennar makes a small motion toward the very busy elderyly woman - who is speaking to young Hansen once more about the importance of his duties to House Hune. "If all is well, then I will attend to my other guests." She seems to wait politely for Harika to respond before turning her attention to any others.

Ashe smiles "And how is that going Jureim, son of Mathaer, son of Pedrum?"

Ashe looks at the crowd and shakes his head with a slight frown.

Harika curtsies again as the Lady prepares to leave, smiling, "Ofcourse, my Lady." she then turns to watch how the preperations are going, and they seem to be going allright under the guidance of her assistant, who walks from one man to the next, ordering where each and every thing should be placed.

"It is going well, Ashe of Shienar." Jureim replies in his slow, patient tones, but a slight creep of condescension could be heard for but a moment.

Ashe looks at Jureim with that slight frown on his face "I would like to ask of you , have you heard any news of Fal Moran?"

Jureim's ears twitch slightly. "No, I have not."

Alwyne, seeing that Rennar has finished her conversation with the Illuminator, begins making her way towards the Lady once more.

Turail wends his way towards Demonder, following the purple of his cousin's cloak through the crowd, and consequently, towards Rennar as well. His measured pace doesn't change at all, making him seem persistently weary somehow.

Ashe nods his head..and bows "Thank you Jureim, may you walk in the Light and may it shelter you always."

Borric slowly moves into the crowd, looking around, slowly.

Young Aeliss does not decide, apparently, to follow the Lord Demonder further into the crowd. She halts her steps where she is, choosing to perhaps stay upon the stairs so that she might have a better view--for now--of the crowd.

Jureim merely gives another 'huff' in reply as the little one seems to wish the conversation ended.

As Demonder approaches closer to Rennar, he would be near oblivious to Turail, the Lord being less then observant. Though when he is nearly upon Rennar, Turail does come into view, and for that Demonder shifts slightly. His hand grazes across Rennar's shoulder as he walks by, and seems to be almost needy in his addressing of Turail. "Cousin. Thank-you for coming. I was just telling Mistress Aeliss how I had hoped you would arrive."

Ashe smiles slightly and moves throught the crowd, not really caring at the moment about any tradition, for he seems lost in thought. Ashe notices the woman Aeliss standing on the steps and moves towards her, not really noticing people smiling at him or bumping into him.

"A good day to you, Mistress." Rennar bids to Harika, then does indeed start to move away from the other woman. She pauses when she notices Alwyne not too far away from her, "Good day, Cousin." She smiles plesantly at the noble Sedai standing not too far away from her. "I trust you are finding all well?" A servant happens to walk toward Rennar, bearing a tray of beverages. She selects a glass of white wine, noticably one of the Roesone stocks, and holds it in her hand.

Ashe finishes the wine and hands the goblet to a servant.

Upon seeing Ashe approach her, Aeliss smiles pleasantly, and nods her head politely, though she does not speak.

Ashe continues to walk toward Aeliss with a fixed look in his eyes.

The Illuminators start to place all sorts of objects on the ground, everything from thin tubes that are as high as the tallest man, to something that looks more like cakes, just over a foot in diamiter and only several inches high...

Ashe smiles at the young woman bard and upon reaching her, bows " I am Ashe from Fal Moran, in Sheinar."

Alwyne smiles in return to Rennar's greeting. "I find it to be a delightful gathering, but as to whether I find all well, I would have to say that I am not certain."

"Aeliss al'Dia," the young woman responds, bowing from the waist in an elegant manner, her voice its usual quiet murmur. "Er. From Whitebridge, in Andor."

Ashe a slight flicker of a frown crosses his face when he say his home city.

Genuine surprise does touch Rennar's eyes, "There is something within my party that is not to your liking?" There is also concern which touches upon the Lady's features. Feeling someone place their arm about her shoulder, Rennar turns her attention briefly away from Alwyne, tensing slightly. Noticing who it is, her husband, a warm smile comes to her lips and touches her eyes. There's a sort of healthy glow about her. She nods her head to Turail as well, that concern deepening upon her features, "Lord Turail. I, too, an glad you could make it."

Ashe smiles at Aeliss "I was wondering who that man is that you were walking with?"

Ashe turns his head in the direction of the man he means and then turns back to Aeliss. "Also, will you be playing some music soon?"

Turail smiles wryly at Demonder, but then nods, swallowing whatever it was e had been about to say, or may have been about to say. His voice never loses that sandpaper sound, "Thank you for the invitation Cousin. I am honored to remain on the Duchess's social list." He folds his hands together behind his back and glances around the crowd. "I have not had the pleasure of conversing with Mistress Aeliss for some time. I hope she is well." His glance shifts to Rennar and he bows at the waits slightly, "Thank you for inviting me, Duchess Hune." There's something very formal, moreso than normal, about his demeanor.

Taking a sip from her wine, Aeliss nods at Ashe's question. "Perhaps, Sir. But it will be a bit later in the evening, I should think."

Rennar bites her lower lip, her brow knitting together to show her concern. "Please, Turial... just Rennar..." There is absolute insistance in her voice. "And you are always welcome within House Hune. I do hope you know that." Briefly, her eyes move toward where she last saw her Bard, not as imperceptive as she might seem. "And, if I know Aeliss, she'll be more than happy to have your company. Perhaps you can coax her to play something for this evening."

Alwyne glances at Turail and Demonder, then returns her gaze to Rennar. "It is not within your party, exactly, cousin..."

Alwyne says "Though it is, perhaps, something best not discussed with so many around."

Ashe then decides that bards are usually good with getting information. Ashe disregards the fact that Aeliss didn't answer his first question. "I was wondering if you ever heard of a man who came from Shienar. He would have come through Caemlyn, and he may still be here. He killed my father, aunt and uncle."

Rennar turns her attention back to her cousin as she starts to speak once more, "It's not?" Rennar asks, tilting her head to the side curiously, "Then what is it?" The curiosity within her eyes only continues to grow as she regards Alwyne. a slight frown touches her lips, "You've already brought up the subject." Her eyes briefly pass between Demonder and Turail, "And I trust both of these men with my life, so if that's not enough..." She shrugs her shoulders a bit. There are, indeed, few people around where Rennar still stands, so near to the Illuminator's display being set up. Mistress Genette is doing a good job of keeping most of the curious away from the display preparations.

Seeming somewhat distracted, Aeliss replies, while idly swirling the remaining wine in her goblet: "That was the Lord Demonder of House Roesone. He is my Mistress' husband." She blinks at the next question, quickly shaking her head, "No, good Sir. I have heard of no such a man as that. I am also sorry to hear of your unfortunate loss."

Ashe continully looks through the crowd waiting for a servant to come and bring some more wine.

Demonder's hand goes to Turail's shoulder, lightly urging him further within the group. As he slips away from Turail, he does over Rennar a comforting squeeze of her shoulder. "The arrangements are stunning," he notes as his eyes briefly graze at the gardens. "I've already heard compliments to that affect." Being the good husband, he gives credit where it is due, and then continues on. Demonder does bow more formally to Alwyne, wanting to speak her name, but then pondering which title to use, and so settles simply for that respectful bow. He turns to the half Shienaran at his side. "Indeed, Aeliss might do well with your inspirations, cousin." There is a hint of teasing in Demonder's voice. Though his features do touch on concern with the last of Rennar's words, his gaze returning to Alwyne.

Having set up those... things, the Illuminators the start attatching strings of various length to them, each being mesured precicely by the overseeing man, while Harika now moves closer, watching him intently, but seemingly sees no faults in the way he does it, for she nods to herself, and steps a little distance away again.

Ashe nods "Thank you..if you ever hear of a man from Shienar, who boasts, cause he will, about killings he has done while in Fal Moran then please tell me."

Jureim's ears twitch as he overhears Ashe's conversation.

Aeliss inclines her head politely to Ashe, "Of course I shall, good Sir."

Turail bows again slightly to Rennar acquiescing to her voiced preference. "As you wish, Rennar. Thank you. I shall remember that." He does glance around, following Rennar's gaze as she looks for Mistress Aeliss, and then back as Rennar begins to speak of trust to Alwyne.

Alwyne inclines her head towards Demonder and Turail, then glances back at Rennar. "I did not say that I mistrusted either Lord Demonder or Lord Turail," she says calmly. "I was referring more to casual ears."

Ashe smiles at Aeliss and leans close to her ears..whispering "he is a darkfriend..don't look surprised. And please don't shout."

Ashe leans back from Aeliss and grabs a glass from a passing servant causing the servant to almost drop the tray. Ashe then takes a long swallow from the glass of wine hoping to drown the pain.

Aeliss smiles with faint bemusement...not so much for the content of Ashe's words, but for the way in which they are conveyed. The admonition to 'not shout' is mildly ironic considering the low, murmuring tones the young Bard is accustomed to using. She simply nods at this, and takes another sip of her wine. She returns the whisper, murmuring: "I shall keep my ears open, Sir."

Ashe smiles at Aeliss, and looks around the crowd, and decides to stand by the young bard for a moment while he drowns the rest of his pain emptying his glass and yelling for another.

Ashe blushes at his own yelling, but doesn't seem to care.

Ashe waiting for a servant to come, turns back to Aeliss" I was wondering if you could play someting from Sheinar, if you know any songs?"

"Perhaps, then, we can speak at a later time. For now, my time is better spent here, tending to my guests." Rennar states in an honest tone of voice. "WHich reminds me, I also need to speak to Master Jureim about a few things he's doing with my wall." It had come to some surprise when the Ogier just started rebuilding her /entire/ wall, rather than just the gates as they had agreed. Rennar sighs lightly, looking over in the direction of Jureim. It's not hard to miss a being that's nearly ten feet tall.

Borric looks around, slowly, and then moves a little around, keeping his senses ready to pick up what he can.

Ashe looks back at the crowd and spotting Jureim, nods his head and smiles. Ashe looks towards Lady Rennar, after searching the crowd for a bit, and wonders how such a lovely looking woman can have a cousin like Borric..

Aeliss blinks at the shout, looking somewhat annoyed by the lack of manners the young man is displaying. At his next question, she simply nods again: "I believe I do. I would have to sort through my notes, however. I did spend some time in Shienar a few years ago." Her attention strays from the man, now, and her gray gaze peruses the crowd, as she smiles and nods to several gathered there that she seems to know.

Alwyne notes the thinness of the crowds in the immediate vicinity, and continues in her quiet voice, "I was wondering if you were well, being that you seemed rather...distant...last I saw you, at the welcome reception." Distant indeed, the Duchess ignored her.

Jureim turns and pokes a finger against one upright of the portico.

Ashe looks back toward Jureim and wonders why the Ogier didn't acknowledge his smile.

Demonder can't help but be amused at the comment of 'my wall' and the work that the Ogier is doing. At least Demonder is not wide-eyed about the Ogier any longer, simply accepting his size. Well, somewhat anyway. One would note he doesn't go too near to the Ogier. He watches Rennar skip to her next thought and parting away, stepping forward to Turail and then turning toward the manor so he can spot of Aeliss. "Everything well within the Roesone manor?" he asks, tone more quiet now.

All seemingly ready, the Illuminators relax a little, and allow themselves to take a better look around, though they don't actually seem to -mingle-, more like observe.

"It was not an event that I had wished to attend." Rennar speaks rather plainly and bluntly, though she gives her husband's hand a gentle squeeze; he being the one who forced her to go to that particular event. She gives a small shrug of her shoulders, "I had no specific invitation to go, nor did I feel it my place to be there."

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Alwyne gives a slight nod. "I can see how that could have made you upset...but, truly, I would not say that you were out of place to have been there."

Ashe continues to observe the crowd having missed what Aeliss said to him, for his wondering of Jureim. Ashe begins to think there is something more to Jureim then he appears to show, which is outright quietness to most humans.

Ashe looks towards the illuminators and smiles wondering and realizing the fireworks when they are going to be used.

Alwyne adds, "After all, House Hune has always had close relations with the Tower, being that so many of its members have trained there at one time or another." Her eyes are slightly searching as she says this.

Turail tilts his head, his steeled blue eyes searching over his cousin's expression, lingering before he answers, "As well as can be hoped." He gives no more details than this rather cryptic comment. He turns to watch the bard for a moment now remarking quietly, "I had considered asking your hospitality for a few days."

"In affect it was my fault," Demonder steps forward into this conversation. "I was rather insistant we go. Though Renni's announcement at the door was rather," Demonder ponders, and then shrugs. "Well, not necessary. I believe it set us both in a fowler mood." But at Turail's words, Demonder spins to face him. "Really?" The initial surprise sets in, and he simply nods. "I do not believe there would be a problem with that cousin, for any length of time. Though that surprises me."

Jureim taps the portico upright again, sending a shiver into it. He nods to himself, looking at its support beams and craftsmenship.

Borric looks around again, nodding slightly in Jureim's direction as he sees the Ogier.

Ashe turns his attention back to Aeiliss and smiles "well I must be going..so please tell me if you hear anything. I am staying at the Rose and Lion Inn." Ashe bows "peace favour your sword, and may the Light illumine you."

Alwyne glances at Demonder and nods in response to his statement, then turns her attention back towards Rennar, waiting for the Duchess's own answer.

As Ashe makes his good-byes, Aeliss nods, smiling warmly to him. "And Peace favour you, as well, Sir," She gives a little wave with her fingertips, and finally descends the steps, mingling into the crowd.

Ashe turns away from the crowd and heads toward the Crown of Roses Avenue, not really caring whether or not he offends anyone by leaving, for he is in a hurry. As Ashe passes through the crowd he bumps a servant causing wine to spill on the servant. All Ashe does is curse the servant, but then helps the servant to his fet.

Ashe pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

"I am well aware of House Hune's relations with the Tower, cousin." Rennar responds in a quieted manner. "Afterall, Naya was Keeper there for a brief time. However, I still feel it was more important for the royal members of the Palace to do the greeting. I support the Queen in her endeavors." Or most of them. This recent event with the Queen's Bounty is rather odd indeed, "And that should be all that's needed." She glances to Demonder, "Do you not agree, my love?"

Harika glances to the disturbance as the man leaves, some of the Illuminators sticking their noses together and murmuring something as they point at this and that, but Harika and her assistant stand a little distance from the rest, engaged in conversation, which seems to be more like a speach from Harike, the man only managing to utter an occation yes, or no.

Turail seems indisposed to speaking of the situation too very much in the midst of a crowd and replies to Demonder, "I believe i may need to remove myself for a few days. Some of the servants are still coming to me for decisions... which I am no longer entitled to make." There may be more to it than that, but that is a valid reason which needs nothing further to be needed.

"If you need a place to stay, as I said before you are always welcome here in House Hune. At least I know I do not need to make special arrangements for yourself as I did for Lord Daric when he took refuge here." Rennar turns her attention briefly to Turail as she hears his words, offering him a warm look of compassion.

Demonder blindly accepts Turail's reasoning as the complete truth, and simply nods in response. "We will have chambers prepared for you then, cousin. Perhaps we can spend some time training in the courtyard? When is the last you trained with someone that wielded an axe?" he asks, a challenging look in his gaze, foolishly so considering Turail is a Blademaster. There is that jest in that, of course. To Rennar, he produces a broad smile. "I have learned my lesson on not dragging you into the Palace." Well, if that's the case, why did he do the same thing a few nights later?

Alwyne glances at Demonder, then says, "Ah. Then it is merely your wish not to infringe upon the royal family's social...responsibilites." She nods again. "Still, I will say that I find myself quite curious as to why my Sisters in the delegation seem to have been overlooked in the invitations..."

"My reasons are my own, cousin. I do not have to explain my actions." Rennar answers back; no chill in her voice, just a matter of fact manner. "If you will excuse me, I do need to at least pretend I am being a good hostess." This time, Rennar does indeed break away from the grouping, and start walking toward the Ogier.

Jureim finishes his examining of the protico, and wanders over to the partially dismantled wall.

Shalayne pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Deveran pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Turail laughs softly at Demonder's challenging tone. "Many turns of the wheel cousin, many turns. Thank you, cousin, Rennar. Your kindness is appreciated." He glances around the crowd to where Aeliss was, and not finding her, bends towards Demonder, "Now where did your charming bard disappear to? Perhaps I ought to pay my respects and try to convince her to favor us with a song."

Alwyne raises her eyebrow, a cool expression on her face. "Close relations indeed," she murmurs softly. "It would do her well to explain these actions, should she desire to keep the goodwill of the Tower."

Stepping in slowly through the gates, Shalayne holds onto her husband's arm as she looks about the gardens. "Well, there are certainly plenty of people here," she says softly to him, seeming to grow a little uncomfortable by that fact. She stops not far into the garden, uncertain of where to head, allowing Deveran to decide and lead the way.

Borric looks all around the courtyard, eyes scanning the crowd.

What use would Rennar have for the Tower, what with all the other Hune Members being sent there? She smiles at Jureim, bowing her head in an elegant amnner to the Ogier, "The Blessings of the stillness and Light, upon you Master Jureim." With the Ogier spending so much time around her manor, it's hard not to pick up on various sayings and addages from their culture.

"I do believe that was your delegated assignment for this evening," Demonder agrees with a slight nod, looking up to see that the top knot has returned above Turail's head. He is amused, though briefly. "If the mistress sings by the end of the evening, I will assume you have gained your intended goal." With a light tap on Turail's shoulder, Demonder steps back, deciding this may be interesting to watch. He does turn to Alwyne. "The Tower has an interest in attending such casual social arrangements?" Demonder asks, his tone rather quiet as he watches Rennar part.

Deveran turns slightly to Shalayne and smiles. "That it does seem.." He turns to scan the crowd for a moment, finally he spots their hosts. "Perhaps we should go great our gracious hosts first, dear?"

Alwyne glances at Demonder. "The Tower has an interest in many things," she replies calmly.

"Of course," Shalayne replies to Deveran with a slight nod of her head. She makes no immediate move in that direction though, remaining stood where she is until he actually begins to move. Her hand on his arm squeezes a little tighter, a sure sign of her ill ease with the social occasion.

Jureim turns around, as he is addressed, moving his attentions from the wall down to the Lady Rennar. It seems to take him a moment to realize he is supposed to respond, then finally "Lady Rennar." He says slowly with a nod.

Deveran smiles lightly to Shalayne once before starting over towards Rennar. As he approaches he clears his throat lightly before speaking to her. "Greetings Lady Rennar. We wish to extend our gratitude to you for inviting us to this splendid event."

Turail uses the opportunity to walk through the crowd at that same measured clockwork pace, scanning for Aeliss. He does stop near the table of food and select a single piece of fruit from one of the trays before conitnuing on. Finally finding where she has disappeared to he walks up to her from the side and slightly to the back, halting at her elbow. He remarks softly from next to her, "Peace Favor you Mistress Aeliss. I believe you and I have a debt to settle." His tone is mildly humorous for a moment.

"I am sorry to disturb your work, Jureim, but I thought you might like to join in some of the party. If not, I can have a servant bring you something to eat or drink." Ever since Jureim has started his work with House Hune, Rennar has taken pains to get utensils and eatting dishes large enough for the Ogier to use comfortably. "There will be music later, and a fireworks display to night."

Aeliss circulates through the crowds, pleasantly chatting with this one here, and that one there, as is her accustomed, socially facile manner. From time to time she takes small sips from her goblet. As her lips curve in pleasant smile in preparation to strike up a conversation with a minor Silverthorn lordling, the voice at her elbow stops her in her tracks. She seems to recognize it. Bowing her head and turning to drop a stunningly elegant curtsey, Aeliss murmurs quietly, "My Lord Turail. The Light illumine you this day." She remains looking at her feet until told to rise. Incongruous, really: the elegantly clad bard making obeisance to such a one clad as is Turail.

"Intriguing," is Demonder's brief response to his Aes Sedai cousin-in-law. He, of course, wishes to avoid the subjcet and so breezes over it. "I'm certain there are more important matters in Andor for the Tower to look too. I mean, this party is rather not too politically involved." Well, ignoring the Lord that was only until recently a Duke. And the Ogier. And the "Daughter-Heir" being here. Demonder ignores those.

Jaelana pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Rennar turns her attenion away from and to the newly arrived guests. She nods her head graciously toward Deveran and Shalayne, "It is nice to see you both again. Please be welcomed and make yourselves comfortable."

Daric pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Shalayne can't help but stare slightly at the Ogier as they approach Rennar, his presence seeming to only add further to her nervousness. "My Lady," she manages, as she finally turns her eyes to the hostess. "Thank you." She drops into a graceful little curtsey, looking to Deveran for the next move.

Alwyne raises one eyebrow, her expression becoming wry at Demonder's attempt at evasion. "Common courtesy, Lord Demonder."

Jureim looks from Rennar, whom he was about to reply to, towards Shalayne and Deveran.

One of the Illuminator approaches Harika, and whispers something to her, and after a moments thought she nods at whatever it was, but adds a few whispered words to the said Illuminator, who nods, and shortly there after some of the Illuminators... about half, start mingling with the other guest, the rest standing vigil over the rows of fireworks on the ground..

Deveran smiles his thanks to Rennar. "Thank you My Lady." He offers her a simple bow before turning to regard the Ogier. "Greetings Master Jureim." He smiles apologetically as he speaks. "I'm afraid I am not familiar with your customs, please forgive any transgression."

All these people, and it only serves to make Jaelana even more nervous than she usually is, as she slips in. After a moment, though, she comes to some sort of inner conclusion and looks more relaxed.

"Lady Shalayne, this is Jureim, an Ogier from Stedding Maotai." Rennar casually introduces Shalayne. She glances to Jureim, then further adds, "And this is Lord Deveran." Delicately, Rennar motions to both the Lord and Lady with a simple motion of her hand.

Jureim only gives a slight 'huff' in response. The little people rarely know Ogier customs, too caught up as they are in their hectic lives.

Turail bows slightly after Aeliss drops into that impeccable cursey, murmuring softly at the lowest point of the bow, "It is good to see you again.. but you need not be so formal with me Aeliss. I am no longer... of a station that I feel requires it." then louder, he remarks, "I am pleased to see you again. It has been many months and I still have not had the pleasure of sampling your music as I had hoped. Among other things." She might recall she owes the half Shienaran Lord a dance as well.

Genette makes her way through the crowd toward Harika. She holds a large wooden spoon in her hand; an odd sight that. Though, from time to time some of the party gooers could see her waving it at one of the servants and they quickly got back to work without so much as a squeak. "Mistress..." She comments, "Is there anything you or your group might need? Food, drink? I can have a servant bring it to you."

Finally, Demonder gets a class of wine from a passing tray. Now he can contently sip at it and avoid any further conversation on this matter. He slowly attempts to step away from the Aes Sedai, and then spot ssomeone he knows. Or something like. "Hope the arrangements are well enjoyed, cousin." This to Alwyne, as he heads away.

Turning towards the Ogier, Shalayne hesitates before bobbing a quick little curtsey. "A pleasure to meet you Master Jureim," she offers, trying her best to remain composed. She opens her mouth as if to speak again, but no words come out, so she settles for a tentative smile which wavers on her lips instead.

Jureim nods in response to Shalayne, still silent.

Daric arrives through the western gate, making himself known to Rennar's guards before venturing further into the white-walled area. His expression seems serene and pleasant enough, his blue eyes seeking out familiar faces. One of Rennar's servants is the unfortunate recipient of the lordling's cloak, despite the heat of the summer afternoon.

Leila makes her way through the crowd of commoners, reaching for a glass of cool punch from a table. She takes in the sights and sounds, smiling quietly.

"No matter your....title..." Aeliss begins in a quiet voice, rising from her curtsey now, "..you are still owed a small measure of...." She breaks off her sentence as her eyes now happen upon the man for the first time this day--going at once to the top-knot. She idly fidgets with a bracelet on one wrist, and looks away, covering up her nervousness by bowing her head again--her formality nearly tripling. "Excuse me. I had a catch in my throat. As I was saying, Lord Turail....." She blinks, and colour suffuses her cheeks. "What was I saying?" She takes a long drink from her goblet, hiding part of her face, to cover up her uneasiness.

Deveran frowns lightly when no response comes from the towering Ogier. He turns his attention again to Rennar. "If you will excuse us Lady Rennar, we will leave you to your distinguished guests and partake of your hospitality today."

"Mistress Aeliss will be playing some music later this evening, which means you'll get to enjoy some dancing. And, we'll also be having a display of fireworks." Rennar nods in a very slight manner toward the display which has been set up and is now guarded. She lifts her own glass of wine, forgotten until now, to take a small sip.

Harika smiles to Genette, and shakes her head, "No thank you, Mistress Genette. They are helping themselves to something, and are quite good at that. You might even see to that they don't finish up everything before the guests have time to get anything, yes?"

The elderly woman, Genette, smiles in the most gentlest of manners. "I've made certain there is more than enough and then some for after the party." She leans toward Harika in a conspiratorial manner, "That husband of Lady Rennar's, Lord Demonder, you never know when he's going to sneak into the kitchen and gobble up all my food!" There's a playful tug of a smile at the woman's lips as her teasing words come out in a warm manner.

Alwyne replies, "That would depend upon the arrangements, would it not, cousin." She allows the lord to make his retreat, however, as in her mind his behavior merely emphasizes her comment on common courtesy.

The smile settles a little more securely on Shalayne's lips at mention of dancing, as she turns quickly to Rennar's, nodding in response to her words. "I look forward to it," she replies, turning then to follow her husband to wherever he leads. Her gaze wonders over to where the fireworks were indicated, eyes widening slightly. Obviously something she hasn't seen in a long time.

Leila smiles herself as she hears mention of dancing. She enjoys her plum punch, and makes her way about the edge of the prepared area, looking to see the people of importance who have attended.

Quietly, Rennar watches as Shalayne and Deveran move off into the crowd, then she turns her attention backto Jureim, "Now, there was that matter of my checking up on you." She smiles pleasantly at the Ogier, "I would not be a good hostess if I at least did not offer you the hospitality of my House."

Deveran leads his wife towards the refreshments table first, giving her a chance seek liquid refreshment. Quietly he murmurs to her as they walk. "Is there anything in particular you wish to do, or someon with who you wish to speak?"

Borric slowly moves around, quietly listening to what people says. It still seems like his old habit is there.

Jureim looks at Rennar as she once again delves into conversation with him. "It is no matter, Lady Rennar. I am content to work on the wall and gates."

Succeeding in his escape, Demonder heads toward the table with all the food layed out. He finishes the glass of wine, placing it down, and begins to rummage through for a meal. His plate hastely begins to fill.

Turail allows the stone embracing of his expression to break away a bit and smiles at Aeliss. "You were remarking on my title I believe." he supplies quietly. But giving no quarter for the topic to arise again, he adds, "It is a pleasure to see you again. I trust you have been well?"

Rennar nods her head respectfully in response to the Ogier's words. Her eyes do go to the walls with a curious manner, though she holds off on speaking to him about their reconstruction just yet. "Very well. Do feel free to join in when you can, though. You should get some enjoyment out of this as well." She smiles warmly at the Ogier, not at all bothered by his presense, "If you will excuse me, it seems I have new guests to greet." She does seem to be taken a little by surprise when she notices Daric. Briefly, her gaze goes to Alwyne, then back to the Hand of the Light.

Harika flashes a wide smile at Genette's words, "Well, it's allways best to keep them well fed, yes?" she shakes her head as she takes a look around, "Quite a work however to get all those fed as well... One man can hardly eat -all- that much."

Jureim shrugs slightly, and as Rennar turns away he steels himself to stride across the courtyard to where the servants are maintaining the table of refreshments.

Aeliss inclines her head to Turail's question, quickly gathering her armour of social refinement about herself once more. "Aye, my Lord. I have been away from Andor for quite some time...but have recently returned. I must admit, I am glad to be home." She takes another sip of her wine.

Shalayne seems quite content to make her way to a less crowded area, quickly reaching out and selecting a glass of juice from the table. Taking a little sip, she seems to gain some comfort from the presence of the glass in her hand, something solid to cling to, though that doesn't lessen her grip on Deveran. She turns back to face the crowds, her eyes darting about, trying perhaps to locate a familiar face. "I'm sure Lady Satira must be around somewhere. Perhaps I shall have the opportunity to speak with her later. And maybe some of the other.. members of the house."

"Oh, you do not know Lord Demonder at all..." Genette comments, her tone still warm and fond. "He could eat this House out of food very easily." Or is it her cooking that he enjoys more? She hrumphs, "Well then, if all is well, i will leave you to your work." She smiles lightly, then starts to move off to go check on the servants again.

Deveran turns to regard Shalayne and nods lightly. He takes up a glass of wine for himself. "Alright. I am sure we will encounter her at some point this evening." He smiles warmly at her. "Did you want to dance today, hmm?"

Daric approaches the Duchess of Hune after spotting Rennar beside the towering Ogier. He doesn't seem to have noticed Alwyne at all, though he seems to seek out the House bard for a quick glance. "Your Grace." the lordling murmurs as he bows his head before Rennar.

Rennar pauses in her retreat as Lord Daric returns. The young Lady schools her expression into something of a warm smile, "Lord Daric." She bows her head in an elegantly regal manner to the retired Hand. "It is good to see that you could come." There is no false honesty within her voice. The Lady has never had an issue with Daric.

Paedrig pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

"Ah, that /would/ explain your invisibility in Caemlyn in recent months, Mistress. If I might ask, where have you been travelling? Somewhere pleasant?" Turail reaches out to lift a glass from the tray of a passing wine bearer and then turns his attention back towards Aeliss.

Harika shakes her head, an amused exspression on her face as she watches Genette walk away, and turns to her assistant, "We could use someone like her back in Cairhien."

Spying the bench by the fountain, Shalayne nods her head that way, looking questioningly at Deveran. "I look forward to dancing later. It has been far too long since the last time. I just hope I can recall the correct steps," she replies with a soft smile. "As I hope you can. Is your memory for dance steps better than it is for faces?" she asks with a touch of amusement entering her voice.

Kyriele pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Deveran chuckles softly and begins to lead Shalayne towards the indicated bench. "Well, your feet will certainly find out, won't they?" He stops next to the bench and waits for her to seat herself before joining her. "But I believe I shall do just fine."

Shalayne sits down at the Fountain Bench.

Borric still walks around the crowd, idly looking around.

The next man that enters Tiras Lorn would likely come in second only to the Ogier if one were to look at height. The tall and broad Warder enters in partly noble clothing, though of a more practical nature. Paedrig scans the the surroundings before taking a few more steps into the courtyard.

"Your invitation was equally kind, my lady." Daric responds, smiling gently. "I have naught but pleasant recollections of Tiras Lorn." His eyes drift away from Rennar towards the manor itself as he continues. "Our last conversation was very interesting, and I had hoped I would have the pleasure again today, yes?" His eyes rest on Demonder. "Please pass on my regards to cousin Demonder when his appetite is sated?"

Jaelana weaves her way through the gathering, perhaps trying to escape it, perhaps not.

Deveran sits down at the Fountain Bench.

Alwyne wanders off elsewhere for a while.

Demonder continues moving down the line, rather happily filling his plate and basically ignoring all else. By the time he is at the end of the line, the plate is over-filling. Peices of ham fall to the ground, no surprise as the axe-handling Lord is far from graceful. He does manage to find a bench to sit on, as he begins on the food.

Shalayne settles down quickly on the bench, her attention held briefly by the fountain, as she gazes into the cascading water. "I know you can dance well. I have witnessed it on a couple of occasions now. You remember when Xavier played for us at the Palace?" She chuckles softly at the recollection, obviously a pleasantly amusing one. "The look on your face. I wish I had drawn it."

Another enters through the gates, looking around quickly as she does so. It seems as if Kyriele is looking for someone in particular, and there is a slight hesitant manner about her.

Leila settles down on the Rosewood Bench, smoothing her skirts as she watches goings on.

Leila sits down at the Rosewood Bench.

Deveran turns enough on the bench to face Shalayne. He grins broadly at her. "Thank you then, and yes I do remember dear." His grin at her grows even larger. "Only you know why you didn't. Didn't I even suggest you do when you mentioned it?"

Graciously, Rennar nods her head. "I enjoyed our conversation as well." She pauses briefly, looking over in her husband's direction. Its no surprise to her that she would find him at the food table first. A warm smile touches her lips as her emerald gaze lights upon him, "And I will forward your regards, indeed. Please be welcome, and make yourself comfortable."

Borric looks around the crowd again, eyes scanning the various people, as he moves over towards the Main doors.

"Quite pleasant, indeed, my Lord," Aeliss replies to Turail. "My path took me to Illian, where I was fortunate enough to be present for the second Blessing for the Hunters of the Horn. It is a very beautiful country, were it not for its sweltering heat during the summer months." Her goblet empty now, she allows a servant to take it and replace it with a full one.

"Well, its an expression I can recall quite clearly," Shalayne replies with another light chuckle, her gazing meeting Deveran's. "Perhaps I shall draw it and hang it for all to see.. in the studio at the Palace perhaps? That would be appropriate wouldn't it?" she teases gently.

Still looking, Kyriele carefully makes her way through the gathering. Given the way she hardly stops to look more than fleetingly at the others around her, it's almost certain that she has some other purpose in mind.

Deveran laughs softly at Shalayne. "Perhaps.. perhaps that might not be a bad place for it after all." He then winks at her. "I could hang my paintings of you right next to them, no?"

Turail lifts his chin slightly, having not noticed the arrive of his brother, the apparent final winner of the power struggle in the house. "Really? You must tell me of the blessing some time Aeliss. Perhaps you will compose a saga?" He seems to be relaxing a bit at last, though it may only be a temporary peace of sorts.

Paedrig's arm is placed on a servant before he has a chance to step by. "Excuse me, could point me to the hostess of this event?" His shoulders are significantly slumped down as he tries to talk on level with the servant.

Aeliss shakes her head at this, not noticing any new arrivals, being engrossed in her conversation. "I am afraid that there will be no sagas forthcoming from me. That presupposes that I would be able to attach myself to and follow a Hunter...and my first duty is with the Lady Rennar."

With another respectful bow of his head, Daric takes his leave while intending to accost Rennar later with his 'conversation'. As Paedrig appears, Daric's lips twist into a less pleasant and more secretive smile as he looks again at Turail. Things appear to be very interesting to the blond lordling.

After some time watching the crowd, the Ogier, Jureim, starts to head towards the partially dissassembled gates.

Shalayne arches a dark brow slightly at her husband's words, amusement dancing in the depths of her warm brown eyes. "You haven't painted any pictures of me," she replies, the smile on her lips increases as she appears to begin to relax somewhat. "Trees were quite enough of a challenge for you, I believe. Though in time, if you practise enough, perhaps you'll be ready to move onto portraits."

Borric turns around slowly and looks through the crowd again, smiling slightly to himself.

Jureim pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Deveran grins at Shalayne. "I know I haven't yet, but I said I would. Perhaps I should start right away, no?" He continues to grin at the thoughts. "Yes, I would think that would be the perfect place for them."

Turail chuckles softly, "Perhaps we can convince her to become a hunter of the horn then." The implication being the sage from Aeliss's hand would likely be intersting enough to merit it. He's joking of course. "I confess with recent events.." Turail pauses as a servant passes by and then resumes speaking quietly, "It had crossed my mind that Hunting the Horn might be... something of interest." His lordship is somewhat at a loss to explain his place in Andor now... or so he feels.

As he scans through the crowd, Borric slowly moves closer, seeing a face he has been looking for for a while. He quickly moves in Kyriele's direction.

Kyriele is still looking, yet does not manage to, seemingly, find whatever it is she is looking for...

Looking at the half-Shienarin with concern and sympathy, Aeliss gives a small nod. It would, of course, be quite rude to make one of those inane commends such as "I know how you feel," or the like, so she simply commisserates silently. "I am sure you would make a fine Hunter, my Lord," she says, with a small smile. "Worthy of stories in your own right."

"Well, the studio is for.. artists to display their works," Shalayne responds slowly, a little unsure of just how intent on this course of action her husband might prove to be. He does like to follow some stringe ideas at times. "I think there are more important things for you to be thinking of at the moment. Like.. perhaps you should speak with your parents about coming to visit," she suggests, hoping to change the subject before he becomes too attached to it.

There is a bit of impatience written on Paedrig's features as he waits for the servant to find Rennar, but sure enough the Duchess is pointed out. If Paedrig notices anyone else, for the moment it would not be obvious. He does nod in thanks to the servant, and then head in that general direction.

Deveran grins and winks at her. "Are you implying that I am not an artist?" He continues to grin as he glances about the courtyard. "As to your question, I'm not sure they would be too keen at the moment."

Jaelana dropped Miriel.

Daric intercepts Paedrig a few steps away from Rennar, his expression quite pleasant and seemingly open. "My lord Paedrig." the blond lordling says obsequiously, bowing his head slightly. "I am Daric Roesone, of your House. I believe we did meet once before in not so pleasant circumstances. Perhaps I should apologise for my behaviour and that of my cousins, yes?"

Borric looks towards Kyriele, and then slowly sneaks closer to her, before he soflty says, "Hello."

"Of course. Sometime soon then.. when things have calmed down a little." Shalyne speaks those words with a little less enthusiasm, still clinging to her hope that current matters will be resolved peacefully. "Have you written to them since.." She pauses in what she was about to say, changing her words,".. recently?" Lifting her glass to her lips, she takes a welcome sip of the cool liquid.

Turail takes a pause to lift the glass of wine which is as of yet untouched in his hand to his lips, and then shrugs slightly, "Perhaps. A good many do Hunt the Horn already I am sure however." His glance does catch sight of his brother finally however which seems to make his features harden over a bit, as well as some surprise at noticing Daric behaving so pleasantly towards the Warder. This distracts him from the conversation for a few moments, his glass poised for a sip not taken while he observes.

Kyriele whirls around, then smiles as she sees Borric. "I was looking for you," she says, even though that much might have been obvious.

Leila goes home.

It would be difficult to miss Daric's blonde hair, as he moves to intercept Paedrig. The tall Warder produces an arched eyebrow in response, and then a slight quirk of his lips could possible reveal a smile. "Lord Daric," he inclines his head casually, not seeming specific on protocol. "The time of our previous meeting was under less then proper circumstances. I would not read much into it, nor judge you based on those events. Though I could not say these times are any more pleasant, considering."

Noting the erstwhile Duke's distraction, Aeliss follows his line of sight, and her eyes happen upon the new Roesone High Seat (though she seems to not show any sign of recognizing the man as such) and the young blond lordling, Dairc. She takes a sip of her wine, murmuring quietly, so as not to distract Turail too much from what he observes: "Aye. There are a great many Hunters, to be sure, my Lord. But skillful ones? Those who possess knowledge? I would say few of those. Therefore, you would be on equal--or better--footing."

Deveran pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Borric smiles to Kyriele, "I have been looking for you, too," he says, "When did you arrive?"

Harika keeps an eye open for the wandering Illuminators, clearly making certain that they do not get into trouble, or cause any scandals.

Rennar does notice Paedrig moving in her direction. A touch of surprise comes over Rennar's features, however, as Daric intervenes. This might be a small blessing, as it does near the time for the display to be set off. Rennar leaves Paedrig to a member of his house, and instead makes her way to where Harika stands. She nods her head to the Illuminator, smiling warmly, "We are ready, whenever you are." She comments quietly.

"Only just now..." Kyriele looks around again, and this time, it seems that she is looking at various members of House Roesone, before she turns back to Borric.

Miriel does not seem at all fazed in the current company she's keeping, though she does keep to herself, mostly. Which means that she could hardly get into any trouble, unless she were to knock over any number of those present.

Borric nods, slowly, to Kyriele, "Well, I'm glad that you're here," he says, slowly.

Aislynn pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Cronus pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Guards arrives with Cronus.

"Is that so, your Grace?" Daric inquires, smiling up at Paedrig from his much shorter height. "I do hope you and your woman are settled in comfortably now at the estate." He tilts his head for a moment then continues, "Speaking of which, since Master Kael Vocer left us for your home city of Tar Valon, House Roesone has been without a Head Steward now for some time. Perhaps then I might offer my services to you, your Grace, as Head Steward? I am well schooled in literacy and organisation, and would be of immense service to you, yes?" he asks contritely.

Anluan pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Turail seems to break out of whatever he may have been thinking on when Aeliss speaks and he turns back to her taking another sip of wine. He mutters to Aeliss, "... but..... has been... from... wheel that... all... to... horn." then softer he adds, "What it wills for me.. I do not know. Perhaps it is finally finished with me."

Rennar is off in the far corner of the courtyard, speaking to Harika about the evening's entertainment.

Remaining seated on the bench by the fountain, Shalayne continues to converse quietly with her husband, sipping occasionally at her glass of juice. She seems a little uncomfortable by his words as his gaze falls upon a figure in the crowd. He rises up from his place beside her and makes his way over to the man, ambling off with him to discuss something presumably of import. Shalayne sighs softly, her gaze falling to her glass as she sits quietly by herself.

Cronus enters at Aislynn's flank, surveying the scene 5 guards following suit and doing the same. All are dressed in the livery of the the Andoran guard. In their best formal Uniform. To any watching another 20 guards seem to be taking up positions outside the manor walls. Daric seems to grab Cronus's attention first off but then it moves on to Rennar and Demmonder to whom he offers a polite nod as he stays near his Queen, no matter where in the field she maybe heading.

Aeliss shakes her head at this, a sad look coming into her eyes. She mutters to Turail, "... cannot... that, my... Because you have... this... which... of... does not mean that... bodes... for... about... you... in... are newly wed, and... accounts... heard.... so... to... my Lord. If... speaking... of... upon this..."

The Warder's features are relatively unchanged as Daric makes his suggestion. Not quick with the wit, Paedrig is how-ever good and insuring little of his feelings shows on the manner. In truth, having a Children of the Light sympatherise taking the position of Head Steward while House Roesone is leading away from is dependency on the Children would be rather suicidal in that cause. Paedrig does how seem to consider the idea, though shaking his head. "An wise offer, Lord Daric, though I am afraid you will not have the time for such a role. It is, for the most part, a matter that can be handled by Kael and his staff. Not a position for a Lord." There is a pause as this flows out, his eyes briefly touching on Rennar, before his attention returns to Daric. "I will, however, recommend your appointment to the High Court. This place, Lord Daric, would be of better benefit to a man of your obvious talents. And your representation would be well appreciated, as House Roesone does not wish to ignore any views that might present itself from within."

Xavier opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Demonder is off to the side eating his meal. The plate had originally been rather full, though slowly begins to lesson. He would seem rather ignorant to much of what is going on around him, eating away.

Aislynn sweeps in gracefully, flanked by the 5 Guards and Cronus, her Warder Anluan following not far behind. As she enters the site of the soiree, she holds up a pale hand, gesturing for the Guards to hang back. Surely, Tiras Lorn is safe enough without having a gaggle of accursed Guards following her every move. She wears no regalia of her royalty, seeming much like a typical Noble of perhaps the Hune or Roesone rank. However, her somewhat unusual hair colour attests to her true lineage.

Xavier exits the house and seems somewhat surprised to see all the people there. Seeing an old friend at the fountain bench, he walks over to join Shalayne, his lute case on his back.

Xavier sits down at the Fountain Bench.

Harika curtsies to Rennar, and rising from that, smiles, "We will be preparing at once, my Lady." with that she turns and claps her hand on the shoulder of her assistant, telling him to go gather everybody, and then turns back to Rennar, "Do you want to que the start, or shall we just do it at our own pleasure, my Lady?"

Eyebrows raising a small fraction at Paedrig's refusal of his initial offer, Daric seems more than mollified by the tall Duke's counter-offer. "I serve House Roesone as always, my lord." Daric replies. "I shall endeavour to represent the House as best I can. Thank you, your Grace." He glances at Rennar, then at Paedrig as he steps to the side to unblock Paedrig's path. "Do excuse me, my lord." He gestures toward Rennar.

Staring into the interesting depths of her glass as she is, Shalayne doesn't notice Xavier immediately, jumping a little as he makes his approach. Surprise registers on her face as he sits down by her, it having been such a long time since she last saw him and now with so many questions to ask him. She lowers her voice as she speaks with him.

Behind Aislynn, Cronus, and the five soldiers of the Queen's Guard, Anluan flows through the doors into the party. As the Queen motions for the Guards to stay back, so to does Anluan melt away into the crowd, trusting Aislynn's immediate safety to Cronus. Any look at his face shows his eyes are constantly flickering back to her though.

Rennar blinks slightly at the questions Harika directs at her. "Erm..." She falters slightly, "Do it at your own leisure." She smiles gently, blushing a bit. "I must admit, as I said before, I am rather new to these things, so don't exactly know how to go about them. I'm sure as long as it is enjoyable, everyone will love it."

Cronus does give leave to Aislynn, the 5 guards dispersing throughout the crowd so that if trouble should arise one would be able to easily reach the Queen's side or the point of trouble. Cronus however follows Aislynn at a distance of about 10 feet as he keeps watch, if the distance between the two should become crowded. He shrinks the distance down to a few.

As it is noticed that the Queen has arrived, even without her finery, various guests within the Hune manse start to bow and curtsey toward Aislynn, each having their own elegance and flair of grace.

Paedrig seems to wish to comment further on the subject, though as it becomes obvious there is a matter at the front of the gates, he too turns in that direction. Producing an appropriate bow, he does hold it for some length of time, not having the fortuntes of capturing the Roesone Lord that seems to part.

Aislynn inclines her head politely to those she passes, her lips curved into a warm smile, as she makes her way further into the gathering, intent, perhaps, upon seeking out the hostess of this event. Her eyes finally seem to locate Rennar, and she begins to make her way toward her, stopping every now and then to exchange a few words with someone from the crowd.

Kyriele looks towards Aislynn for a moment, then after a moment's hesitation, curtseys, but there is a faint frown marring her brow as she does so.

Demonder does place the near empty plate down as he takes notice that something has changed. The Queen's appareance becomes obvious as he stands, sipping at his drink. He estimates the time it will take to approach Rennar, hoping to have a chance to do so before Aislynn does, and then realizing he'll be too late short of running. So he stands in the distance near a bench under a tree, finishing the glass of wine before slowly beginning to head in that direction.

Borric quickly bows in Aislynn's direction, then, before smiling to Kyriele, "May I be your escort this evening?" he asks, softly.

Having given her final instructions to the Illuminators, Rennar starts to move away from the remote place where the fireworks are being held. She starts to make her way through the crowd once more, hesitating as she notices the new arrival. It is hard to miss the Queen's entrance with so many who are paying her homage. True surprise does register on her features, and there's even a touch of nervousness. She, too, curtseys low like those around her, keeping her eyes cast downward in a respectful manner.

Turail turns back to Aeliss as she replies to him, some glimmer of old emotions flashing to the surface. He does note the somewhat sad expression her eyes take on and shakes his head, He mutters to Aeliss, "You... meaning... I... but... through... life... for... cannot... in... my... Would... purpose... ended for... a... sorts." He does seem internally lost without that mission to perform somehow. As Aislynn's entry becomes more obvious from the stirring in the crowd, Turail leaves off speaking and turns towards the source of the stirring.

Harika smiles to Rennar and nods, "We will try to do our best, my Lady." she then turns to see if everyone of her people has gathered, her assistant arching an eyebrow to her, she nodding to him, and then after dipping his hands into some of the pouches at his side, walks towards the fireworks, raising his hands high in the air, then bringing them together sharply there is a loud clapping sound that echoes over the courtyard, and flames engulf his hands...

Using his shorter height to his advantage, Daric slips away between Rennar's guests towards the rear of those witnessing the Queen's arrival. By moving discreetly between those bowing and curtseying and those who have already straightened up, Daric manages to avoid bowing or showing any deference whatsoever to Aislynn.

Miriel has by that time managed to work her way back to where the other Illuminators are gathered, but the import of the Queen's entrance does not seem to have struck her yet.

Paedrig's eyes do briefly follow Rennar as she parts from near where he was standing, in preference to a point more obvious within the crowd. There is a moment of obvious thought before he begins to follow Rennar, maybe five to seven paces behind, though as they approach Aislynn he does fade to the background.

At the Lord's words, Aeliss unconsciously reaches out to pat his arm sympathetically with her slender hand, turning at the commotion caused by the arrival of the Queen. As she makes a courtly curtsey as the Queen enters, she murmurs quietly to Turail, by way of reply: "Be in your -own- service, my Lord."

"Of course," Kyriele returns, the slight frown easing into a faint smile as she looks around once more.

Anluan's meanderings bring him next to Lord Daric, "Standing in the shadows at the rear, Daric?" His tone is not mocking, in fact, rather friendly, though his sunken eyes dart about constantly still.

Borric smiles, then, "That is good," he says, "Is there anything you would want to do?"

Upon reaching Rennar Hune, Aislynn makes her own courtesy to the hostess, dropping a graceful curtsey, spreading the panels of her gown elegantly. "The Light illumine you, Rennar." As she rises, she reaches out to gently take Rennar's hands in her own--if allowed. "I am glad to see you again. It has been too long." A brief look of sadness flickers across the Queen's alabaster features, but a gentle smile of friendship curves her lips when she looks at Rennar. Her eyes only stray briefly, as if keeping track of Anluan.

The Illuminator, his hands still bathed in flames then kneels down to the fuses, touching first one, then another, his mouth moving silently as he seems to be counting under his breath, sweat starting to run down his forhead as he walks after the line of fireworks... THem suddenly the first streak of fire shoots up into the sky with a loud booming sound.

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The young Duchess certainly does not resist the Queen's efforts to take her hand. Rennar rises from her own low curtsey as the Queen calls her name. "The Light illumine you, your Majesty." Rennar speaks in a quieted voice, yet there's a touch of hesitancy about her. Daring to look upward, she takes note of the sadness within Aislynn's eyes, and this seems to further surprise her. Too long, indeed, it had been. "Please be welcome within House Hu-" Her words are drowned out as the first of the fireworks goes off for the evening.

Turail smiles briefly to Aeliss, and then the fireworks spring into life, and his eyes turn upwards in wondering awe.

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Kyriele looks about to say something, but even as she does so, she stops as she looks up at the display. Her eyes widen slightly, and her expression is one of rapt attention, mixed with fascination.

Borric looks upwards towards the fireworks, really impressed, "Fantastic," he mumbles...

Somewhat should really warn Demonder. As he's making his approach toward Rennar and Aislynn, the sudden explosion from behind has him turning around and still walking forward. Those broad shoulders do get in the way, as he smashes right into a Hune servant and nearly topples over the man. There would be notes of apology, though Demonder is still staring skyward trying to figure out what the heck his wife had been planning this long. Demonder does reach down to offer the man aid, as the second set of explosions ring through the night. Having pulled the man up a little too violently, he shakes his head. The servant's eyes are wide, his arm nearly pulled out of socket. Demonder heads to find that wife of his.

The Queen's attention is turned away from Rennar for the moment, her icy blue eyes gazing up at the display taking place against the darkened heavens.

Startled out of her quiet conversation with the bard, Shalayne turns her gaze up to the sky, gaspig with delight at the spectacle. She sits spellbound, all other thoughts temporarily banished from her mind.

At Anluan's tone of voice, Daric expression wavers for a moment. He finally decides on his 'priests' gentle smile as his fair features shine in the light of the fireworks. He glances once at the Illuminators in the distance, then turns to reply to Anluan. "I see the sickness in your eyes, cousin Anluan." he says. "By binding yourself to a powerful witch, your soul is being eaten away, manifesting itself in a consumption of the body. If you are in need of healing, we will go now to my laboratory where I will treat you how I can, yes?"

Saramis pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

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Jumping slightly, apparently -not- expecting such a loud noise, Aeliss' attention is diverted from the top-knotted half-Sheinaran to the Illuminator's display above. She smiles in awe, witnessing the beauty of the exploding colors.

Xavier's attention is finally drawn to the fireworks, and the worry on his face is wiped away for a brief moment as he stares at the Illuminator's spectacle.

Cronus snaps his head to the sound along with most of the other guards then they go skyward at the display. Then Cronus's eyes are amoung the first to be resurveying the crowd for any that may want to take a swipe at Aislynn during the distraction and soon all but the newest of the file is doing the same. He takes a bit of prodding from the crowd to return to the truth of the matter.

Fires continue to stab into the sky, as the show continues...

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Rennar's own attention is definitely pulled away from the Queen as each of the firecrackers goes off. a touch of a smile comes to her lips, each magnificantly styled and beautiful in their own manner. For a moment, she forgets of all her problems, allowing herself to get caught up in the wonder of the lights against the sku.

Miriel keeps her post, just making sure no one gets too close, but now and then, she does look up at the fireworks. Even though she's seen them before, they still hold a beauty of their own, one she will probably never tire of, but the more common response of pure wonder is not in evidence.

Anluan smiles kindly, "Perhaps next week, cousin. I am merely tired now, no longer what once was." Changing the subject like a turning wheel, he idly mentions meeting with Child Inarin while staring at the sky exploding in color, fireworks displaying above what could have been below.

And just as Rennar is forgetting of her problems, Demonder manages to slip in beside her, his hand moving around hers, attentions still focusing skyward as he watches the show.

One man has been standing in the outer parts of the crowd, watching it all. Saramis looks up in the skies, nodding appreciatly but still remains far away from the person he knows..he seems to avoid large masses of people

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Aislynn still holds one of Rennar's hands lightly in her own, their conversation having been interrupted pleasantly by the sky pictures above.

Rennar starts slightly as Demonder sidles up to her. A blush of crimson comes to her cheeks. However, his entranve by her side does not deter her long from turning her attentions back to the heavens to watch the light show.

Kyriele keeps her eyes fixed on the firework display, her expression almost wondering.

With the latest burst from the fireworks, Daric misses the last of Anluan's comment with the gasp of the people around him. He too seems quite impressed with the fireworks display. "Excuse me, cousin?" Daric asks. "I could not quite hear what you did say after... a meeting?"

Even if she was slightly nervous and feeling out of place before, Jaelana forgets all that as she stares at the fireworks. She's most certainly never seen them before, and her eyes are wide.

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Paedrig might not take that same interest at the fireworks as others would. He does look upwards, but with no real specific passion or wonder. Paedrig does take these moments to ponder over matters, taking the break between fireworks to look for his brother, which he would expect would be here.

Finally the last embers of light fade from the sky.....

The Tairen Lord the last lights from the fireworks wink out and his gaze returns to the crowd, still keeping to himself. If someone looks at Saramis, they should notice that he stands as if he is in some pain

When the last embers fade from the sky, Rennar once more begins to realize the position she's in. Grateful for Demonder's presense by herside, she gently squeezes the hand which he holds. "Be welcome to House Hune, your Majesty." Those are the words that she was about to speak before fireworks distracted her. Still, she seems nervous and uncertain of herself.

Turail reaches over to pat Aeliss's arm as the night flowers continue to blossom overhead, his fingers barely brushing the back of her wrist, and leans to murmur his farewells softly. He mutters to Aeliss, "... would... to... some... night,... leave.. but... you..." With that the half Shienaran ex-high Seat begins to wend his way through the crowd towards the half dissembled gates of Tiras Lorn, not another word spoken.

Anluan nods to Daric, watching the sky fade to its normal color and repeats what was drowned out in the earlier explosions and murmurs of delight, "Child Inarin was in the Plaza yesterday, witness to the debacle there. He seemed truly sorry it happened." He looks at Daric, whether to judge a reaction or just to see if he was heard clearly this time, isn't clear.

Aislynn gives Rennar's hand a little squeeze of friendship at this, as the last brilliant explosions fade from the sky, and smiles to her gently. "I thank you for having me here this night, Rennar. The display was breathtaking." She takes a glass of wine from a servant bearing a tray, and turns back to Rennar. "But tell me, Rennar, how have you been?"

Borric smiles to Kyriele, "It was an amazing display," he says, and then looks around, slowly, noticing Saramis, and nodding in the direction of the Tairen.

Saramis turns to the side, whincing in pain as he does so. His eyes look for someone he knows, and he finds quite a few of them

Aeliss nods to Turail's words, watching him leave, before she turns her eyes once again skyward, perhaps expecting more wonders to emerge there.

"Your Majesty," Demonder murmers quietly, as he moves away from Rennar enough to appropriately bow once more. That odd uncomfortable feeling sets in, losing on his usual confidence just a touch.

"And which debacle was this, cousin Anluan?" Daric inquires politely, clasping his black gloved hands before him as he looks into Anluan's sunken eyes without flinching. "Of late, there have been a number of events which could only be described as 'debacles'... the Queen's Guard cutting down good Andorans to save a few Aiel savages for one, yes?"

The young Queen inclines her head to Demonder, by way of greeting, as she patiently awaits Rennar's response to her question.

"It was.... I have not seen such before," Kyriele admits as her eyes now go to where the Illuminators are gathered.

You say "Thank you. Though I can hardly be accredited for the display, your Majesty. I did nothing but ask the Illuminators to come." Rennar casts a small glance toward Harika and her assistants. "Very rarely do we get a chance to see such occassions, so I thought I'd treat my guests this evening." She offers something of a feeble, uncertain smile, "I am well.""

Once the fireworks have all been spent, Harika holds up her hand, and waves her people to come closer... It seems she is yet to notice the Queens arrival, but that is corrected when her assistant points to her Majesty, and she blinks as she looks in her direction, shaking her head wryly.

Demonder folds his hands behind him, the display still lingers on his mind as he simply listens to the conversation, all too willing to have Rennar do most of the talking.

Borric nods to Kyriele, and then points in Saramis' direction, "Haven't you met him before?" he asks.

Sighing softly as the display ends, Shalayne turns her attention to the crowds of people, attempting to locate her husband, but failing. With a little shake of her head and a wry smile, she returns her attention to Xavier, sipping slowly from her glass before speaking with him once more.

Turail pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

"I am glad to hear it, Rennar," the Queen says, sincerity in her quiet tone. She follows Rennar's gaze to Harika and her assistant, and raises her glass in toast to the two. "A wonderful job," she says to them, before returning her attention to Rennar. "I have not seen you around the Palace of late. I have grown much concerned..."

Laressa opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Kyriele looks towards Saramis, then nods slowly. "Once or twice...."

Anluan does not react to Daric's mention of the Aiel, just says, "I was not witness to that event. The one I refer to was someone impersonating Queen Aislynn and throwing an innocent man in the stockades. Have you not heard of this?"

Saramis bites together as he tries standing up, trying not to show the pain in his face. With a slight nod he greets Borric, smiling for a second

"Shall we move over?" Borric asks Kyriele, slowly.

"Yes..." Kyriele heads towards Saramis at that, with another glance in the direction of the Illuminators.

Akwardness cannot even begin to describe the emotinos moving through Rennar at this particular moment. In truth, she had been avoiding the Palace as she has been avoiding many things of late. The young Duchess lowers her eyes, clinging to Demonder's hand for support. "I was not entirely certain I would be welcome there, aside from matters of business, your Majesty." It might be noted she still uses the formal; something that had never been an issue, even in public displays, with Rennar before. This shows how insecure she must feel. Yet, she does not withdrawl from Aislynn's side, or attempt to avoid her as she does Theowyn.

With a glance the lord looks at Kyriele and Borric, his eyes flashing in the light. He tries to relax slightly as they starts to move up to him

Laressa comes out of the Manor and freezes, she is not sure she is ready for an affair such as this and took the day off to see. She looks around and only sees one or two faces she remembers. She spots Aislynn and stares as she remembers that face, the woman on the horse, the woman at the Arboretum. She manges to spot Rennar and gives her a curtsey and a shy smile before slipping into the background to watch and listen in hopes to remember more.

Demonder does squeeze Rennar's hand in return, his gaze more curious though certainly not directed straight at Aislynn. He looks between Rennar and the ground, and sometimes at Aislynn. The young Lord is at a distance from his element standing before the Queen of Andor.

Aislynn blinks at this revelation, and again takes up Rennar's hand in her own. "Why, Rennar, whatever would have given you -that- impression?" She looks at the other woman with much concern, and continues: "You are welcome there as my own kinswoman. I thought you knew that. If I have done something to make you feel differently, pray you tell me, so that I might repair it."

"Mmm, yes. I did hear something of stocks and bread." Daric comments, his gaze drifting towards the huddle of Illuminators. "Yet another sign of the repressive regime I am afraid." He glances at Aislynn as he continues in 'sotto-voce'. "I did hear however that the Queen herself then did have herself bound in a rather sad spectacle. This would seem to be a sign of madness..." he glances at Anluan now and his unwell features. "...and judging from the infernal bond upon you, this sickness of the mind is spreading to other parts of her body as you can see on yourself, cousin."

Since there is no dire need to keep anyone away, Miriel turns back to assist in the packing up.

Borric smiles to Saramis as he and Kyriele approaches, "May the Light grace your path this day, Lor Saramis," he greets.

Saramis smiles slightly at Borric as he approaches. "Hello Borric and..Kyriele" he tries to keep the words short, so they wont notice anything.

Slowly, the young Duchess lifts her eyes to regard the Queen. Uncertainty still lies within her eyes, "The matter of my cousin, Sadi - your Majesty, and her matter if disgrace." Rennar does not go into the details of what disgrace was done to the Queen, but that alone should be enough to clue Aislynn in. Has it been that long since the young noble woman has been avoiding the palace?

Laressa smiles at the people around and works her way to the table for a wine. She hears the words spoken about the Queen and looks to Aislynn, memories flood her mind and she quickly looks away, shaking. Sipping her wine she slowly walks to the edge of the crowd, looking at the people curiously, she is not sure who she knows and who she does not. Sipping her wine again she remains silent.

Cronus stays near his queen for the time being watching the area as it is noting all that come and go with relative ease...

Aislynn quietly listens to Rennar's words, a pained look coming into her eyes. "Rennar, that was not your fault. I hold nothing against you regarding that matter." She lowers her voice, speaking just loud enough for Rennar and Demonder to hear her words--and anyone else in the -immediate- vicinity. "I understand your reasons for doing what you did. The woman saved your life. And it is no matter now. All is well." Well, perhaps not -all-...but at the very least in relation to -that- matter. Hopefully.

"Light illumine, Lord Saramis..." Kyriele looks at Saramis almost curiously for a moment as if she maybe senses something is not quite right, but then she shrugs it off.

Anluan's face does show a wave of emotion, something perhaps interpreted as regret or sorrow. When the waves passes and the features smooth again, he looks at Daric without expression. Glancing beside the man at nothing for an instant, he returns his gaze and says, "A sign of madness perhaps. Or a sign of despair at an injustice done." Adjusting his diamond warder brooch at his neck, he continues, "If we are on two different sides, cousin, then I feel there is a third that lies opposite both of ours playing against us. Ask the good Child Inarin about it." He seems to be finished and looks around, though already knowing where Aislynn stands.

Harika wanders off elsewhere for a while.

Saramis smiles weakly and says "A good day, yes.." before he glances to the side and then back again..this is not the way he use to talk

Borric raises his eyebrow slightly towards Saramis, "Is something wrong?" he asks.

"Do try to find the Light's path again, cousin." Daric says in farewell as Anluan finishes. Having been dismissed Daric takes the opportunity to move away among the guests. He wanders somewhat aimlessly towards the tables laden with food.

That uncertainty still remains and lingers. It seems as though Rennar has had a lifetime to disillusion herself against anything being well, ever again; part of which can be attributed to her dear, darling Uncle Jeffrin. The Duchess manages a small glimmer of a smile, yet only a ghost of one at most. Inside, emotions must me running into overload, as she tries to deal with turmoils of long ago. "I have missed the Palace, greatly." She comments in a quietly spoken voice; one that only the Queen and Demonder might be able to hear.

Paedrig takes a few steps back as the Duchess and Queen begin to go down memory lain. The frown is well hidden as he spins briefly about and moves through the crowd. His eyes scan for that blonde Roesone Lord, whom he has yet to finish speaking with. That immidiate search is not successful, however, so he breaths an annoyed sigh and faces in the direction of the Queen and Rennar once more.

The Illuminators don't appear to be having any trouble, knowing well what they are doing as they gather their things. One of the apprentices almost drops something as he carries it, receiving a few sharp words from Harika at that, but the box is safely delivered without mishap.

Demonder's features broaden with relief as this issue seems to be coming to a resolve. Turning to his more then stubborn wife, he offers a reassuring smile as he squeezes her hand.

"And you must come visit the Prince, Rennar. You would not believe how much he has grown," Aislynn adds, smiling at Rennar's admission. Her voice is very...hopeful..in regard to the Prince. Perhaps she doesn't want to startle her friend with -that- subject, also.

Laressa wonders through the crowd, her wine in hand. She has settled herself and works her way carefully around. Seeing Cronus she smiles, a familiar face in such a gathering. Laressa goes over to him and speaks softly "Light shine Cronus." her voice a bit shaky from the nervousness she feels.

"I have yet to have seen him even..." Rennar manages in a quieter voice, though she does not turn her emerald gaze away from the Queen. She presses her lips together, eyes going briefly to Demonder before she turns her attention back to Aislynn.

The young Bard, having thus been abandoned by the melancholy former Duke of House Roesone, spies out the blonde-haired Roesone lordling, Daric. She begins to wind her way gracefully through the crowds, approaching the food table, near where he stands.

Someone with keen hearing might make out Anluan's whispered answer to Daric's farewell, meant for noone's ears, "Again? What's to say I found it before?" He walks away, not paying attention to anything around him other than to move around it.

Finally spying her husband in the distance, Shalayne stands up from the bench, smiling pleasantly as she takes her leave of the Hune bard. Her gaze roams over the throngs of people, as she slowly makes her way towards him, relieved to be able to take his arm once more. After a few quiet shared words, they make their way towards the gate.

Redoubling her warm smile to Rennar, Aislynn nods, "Then all the more reason to come right away. You will be at the High Court meeting, will you not, Rennar?"

Shalayne pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Saramis looks at Borric "Oh..nothing" he says with a casual voice, but its all ruined as he bites together and grins in pain

"I should be there.

Kyriele looks concerned, but since Saramis denies it, she doesn't press the point, maybe not all that certain of it to do so.

"I should be there." The young Duchess answers her Queen, "Barring any major mishaps or distubances. Demonder will be there as well, as one of my proxies." Rennar tilts her head to the side a bit, looking to Demonder to include him in the conversation now; despite any discomforts he might have.

"It doesn't seem that way," Borric says to Saramis, slowly.

Aislynn inclines her head politely to this answer. "I will look forward to seeing you. There is much that does not bode well for future matters. The Light willing, we will be able to make it right." She takes another sip of her wine.

Saramis grins slightly and chuckles with a wry grin "I guess its no use trying to hide it.."

Glancing from one end of the table to the other, Daric seems to feel far less appetite than his cousin Demonder. He seems pleasantly diverted however when Aeliss approaches. "Aeliss!" he says warmly, reaching out for the bard's hands. He leans deliberately close to kiss Aeliss softly on the cheek. "You look very becoming, yes?"

Rennar swallows a little, then murmurs, "I do hope so..." There's a brief pause, then Rennar continues, "Aislynn." The name sounds almost foreign on her tongue, so long has it been since she's said anything but her Majesty or the Queen.

Demonder is secretly pondering whether that's Roesone wine, of course, though does not inquire. He offers another incline of his head, attempting to not be included in the conversation. But finally he does concur. "I trust the matter that will be called before the High Court will be handled to satisfaction." The tone holds a hint of curiousity, as to what that may be.

Anluan seems to finish mulling over a thought and focuses his attention on the crowd he stands silently at the fringe of. He scans faces until his gaze rests on Paedrig's, to whom he then makes his way.

Laressa sips again at her wine, after greeting Cronus and wonders around, she is hoping against all odds to see the one they say she is betrothed to. A faceless man in her mind right now, but the memories of the ring and the pond are alive in her mind. She sighs as she finds a place to stand, feeling a bit hopeless at the endeavour.

With no more mishaps, the Illuminators appear to have packed up all their things, of course that there are no mishaps being a good thing, given the possibilities of what could go wrong.

Aeliss colours faintly at Daric's compliment. "I thank you, Lord Daric." She takes a sip from her goblet, still resting her free hand in his. "I trust you are enjoying yourself this night?" The kiss upon the cheek does not seem to faze her: after all, is not such socially obligatory on occasions such as these?

Borric looks to Kyriele, and then back at Saramis, "What is it?" he asks.

Nodding to Rennar's statement, Aislynn offers a brief smile to Demonder. "And you are well, also, Lord Demonder?" Her eyes seek out her Warder, again keeping track of where he is.

Saramis grins in pain again "I got a sword trough my stomache..well, it didnt go all the way trough. I was practicing against three people at the same time, and I fumbled" he smiles weakly and nods, having spoken such a long sentence in pain

Kyriele looks somewhat horrified at the first, but then looks a little less so as Saramis finishes his sentence. "What are you doing here, then? Should you not be resting...?"

Anluan's eyes glace to meet Aislynn's at the same moment she finds his. All is well and he continues his slow movement towards Paedrig, perhaps listening to conversations as he passes by various groups.

Saramis smiles weakly "I wouldnt miss such a thing"

"I am, Your Majesty," Demonder responds in a formal tone, still clearly showing he is not in his element. But he does try. "The baby Prince is well? I hear he shares her mother's eyes."

Paedrig is standing at some distance, beyond the general circle of crowd that might be formed around Aislynn and those she addresses. Though he remains observant, he does not intentionally stare.

Borric smiles slowly to Saramis, "You should need the attention of a Healer, I think," he says.

"I am now." Daric answers, leaning back from the kiss, examining Aeliss' hand in his own. "It is too bad that you will have to play when Rennar does call the dance." He looks up at Aeliss' features. "Perhaps she would like to hear of my views later on, the ones we did discuss the other day?" He raises an eyebrow as he almost grins at the bard.

Aislynn nods to Demonder, "Yes. The young Prince does seem to have the characteristic Versyr eyes." She smiles fondly at the thought of her son. "And he is quite well, Lord Demonder." Her eyes now travel to the new High Seat of House Roesone, and she inclines her head politely to him.

Kyriele nods in agreement with Borric at that.

Saramis smiles slightly "Ah, no..I still live, dont I"

Aeliss's smile fades somewhat at the words that Daric next speaks. "Perhaps, my Lord," she says, somewhat noncommitally, in her soft voice. She shakes off her apparent feeling of discomfort, however, and smiles brightly, adding: "And as for the dance, there are -other- musicians about."

"For the moment," Borric remarks.

Saramis shrugs "Ill survive"

Anluan finally approaches Paedrig, leisurely. He opens conversation with what might be a smirk, "Should I ask if you Walk in the Light?"

Saramis winces in pain as he shrugs, muttering something

"Do not all proper Roesone Lords?" Paedrig asks quietly, slipping his sights backwards to the warder that approaches. He does return the nod to Aislynn, his features briefly breaking into a lighter expression.

Demonder stands there, uncertain of what to say, really. Though he does cough lightly into his hand, realizing that Rennar isn't saving him for the moment, perhaps teaching him a lesson in etiquette. "Your Majesty, the word of your sacrifice within the Queen's Plaza has well reached our ears. We are fortunate you did decide to find your path here, as the alternative brings through unpleasing thoughts." There, he tries that, showing his inexperience.

It is Rennar's turn to grow quiet as the Queen starts a discussion with her husband now. She still grips with the partial resolution just handed to her, and the invite to the Palace. In side, while emotions still turn, a small flicker of hope rekindles. She smiles faintly, content to stand by Demonder for now without offering anything to the conversation. Afterall, he, as her husband, will have to get used to such things as well.

"I would hope even those not considered proper do as well," Anluan replies, noticing Paedrig's expression when nodding to Aislynn. After a pause, he says, "It is good to know our House will be a strong supporter of an Aes Sedai Queen now." The statement is not a question, but still inquisitive.

"Then perhaps you will show me a few steps?" Daric asks, tilting his head to look into Aeliss' eyes. "You do seem light of foot, and most musical to the step from the bells on your slippers." he says, squeezing Aeliss' hand as he smiles at her in a teasing manner.

Borric looks at Saramis, "I think you should need some medical attention," he says.

Aeliss returns Daric's smile broadly, now that they seem to be straying away from dangerous and bothersome subjects. "Of course, my Lord," she says, still lightly holding to his hand. "It would be an honour."

Saramis smiles at Borric "It'll heal.."

A pained expression crosses Aislynn's face, shortly after one of righteouss anger. However, both are smoothed away quickly, by a rueful smile. "I acted in haste, Demonder. It pains me to admit it, but I am definately not above making mistakes." She holds the goblet of wine loosely in her pale hand now, not lifting it to take a sip. She includes Rennar, Anluan and Paedrig in her conversation now. "The matter will be dealt with. Who is truly at fault shall be--sooner or later--found out."

Borric shrugs slowly.

"Queen Aislynn was well supported with my brother as High Seat," Paedrig states, his tone briefly flowing to the drier side. "Though in truth, I would think there was little doubt to the support House Roesone would lend to its Queen. Still, there are those within our ranks that show a contrast of opinion. And with that comes challenge." There's a pause, his features showing a sense of challenge. "I do hope the Queen does not mind having Lord Daric on the High Court. As much as having a Brother from the Tower insures support for Queen Aislynn, it also poses its challenges within the people of Roesone." The next said in a tone just loud enough for those immidiately near Paedrig to hear. "So with that comes compromise, and Lord Daric's appointment. Ironic." At being addressed more by Aislynn, he does take the steps forward to enter the sphere of conversatoin, offering a eye of sympathy to Anluan likely for Paedrig's earlier statement.

Feeling a bit braver, after the wine Laressa works her way back to the table and prepares a plate of food. She feels a bit lost, her eyes distant as there is so few she recognizes. Taking her plate she finds a place to sit and nibble at the food.

Demonder isn't sure how to react to Aislynn's words, he clearly begins to fumble for thoughts. "Does the Captain-General still stand within the locks?" he asks hastly.

The widening of Rennar's eyes indicates that the young Duchess had not heard of what happened after the 'incident' with the first bounty. She presses her lips together, some concern showing upon her features. Glancing between everyone in their small circle, she alone remains quiet. There's not much she can add to the conversation, having been busy with the preparations of her event over the last few days.

About to lean closer to Aeliss to whisper in her ear, Daric pauses inches away from Aeliss as his name is mentioned. He turns to look towards the gathering about the Queen, his lidded blue eyes watching those present as his blond hair, which he shares with Aislynn, gleams in the evening light. He turns his head to look at Aeliss again wordlessly, a question on his own face.

At the mention of Lord Daric, the icy blue eyes of the Queen skim about, searching for that worthy gentleman. She finally spots him, near the food table, seemingly enjoying the attentions of some young lady or other. After a long, contemplative look at the blonde Lord, Aislynn turns back to Paedrig, and gives a nod. "Of course, Lord Paedrig. I have no argument against your kinsman serving on the High Court. Indeed, according to the Queen's writ, it is strictly up to the High Seat of each House to appoint delegates. The Lord Daric shall be welcome just as any other delegate shall be. He is, after all, an Andoran."

In offhand answer to Demonder's question, Aislynn nods. "Yes. Kellian will be there for the rest of the evening. By way of atoning for his own troops, who cannot recognize their own Queen." Although her tone is sharp, she apparently knows that it is not the Guards' fault; sympathy is conveyed in her tone. As well as a sharp hint of retribution for the culprit...once found.

Aeliss follows Daric's gaze to the illumined circle of Nobility yonder. She makes no comment, simply takes a sip of her wine, her eyes searching Daric's face as if for answers to his own apparent look of question.

As if sensing something amiss, Anluan turns to look at Aislynn. He relaxes when spying her rueful smile and catching the subject of that conversation. After listening to Paedrig's comments on House affairs, with but a glance up when hearing of Daric's impending appointment, he only says, "Ironic moves often keep differences from ripping sides apart," before stepping aside to let the Lord move closer to Aislynn. He half laughs to himself at the action and mutters, "Symbolic."

Saramis just studies Borric, nodding slowly "Excuse me if I dont talk much, Im still recovering" ( I was AFW, didnt notice window..sorry )

Borric smiles to Saramis, "No problems," he says.

"Your Highness," Paedrig inclines his head in an appropriate manner, a touch of sympathy flashing in his eyes. "It is an unfortunate incident. I would think the Queen's Guard would know better, though I suppose not all have had the honor of your sight at near proximity." His mind trails in thought. "I will expect Lord Daric to bring forth counter opinions that would challenge the traditional thoughts of an Andoran. But I do expect his attention to the High Court to be one of interest. At a time of challenge, varied views may offer insight."

Cronus watches the area a solemn look on his face at the mention of the guards in ability to perform proper but a determined look then overtakes his features as he watches the area perhaps setting a goal to find this imposter... eventually.

Saramis is listening very carefully to the conversation over there, but keeps smalltalking with Borric even if his gaze trails over to the other people once in a while

Demonder moves a little off to the side as more are included into the conversation, nodding in compliance with Aislynn's wishes and opinions to the matter. He still touches on confusion over the events, and shares that look with Rennar briefly.

Aislynn smiles warmly at Anluan, and then turns her attention back to the new High Seat of Roesone. "Perhaps new ideas would be refreshing in this climate of turmoil and hostility. Insight, as you say. A new approach." Again, her eyes drift toward Daric, and back to the group with which she converses.

Smiling inwardly at Paedrig's comments, Daric chooses to whisper something in Aeliss' ear as he rests his free hand gently on her upper arm.

Quietly, Rennar watches and listens to the countenance between the various nobles and guests in attendance to her party. She folds both hands before her, tilting her head to the side just slightly. At a few things mentioned, her brows crinkle together, concern starting to furrow her features.

Aislynn goes home.

Cronus intercepts a messenger from addressing the queen, nodding to the man and moves up to Aislynn, speaking in her ear quietly. She nods and gives farewells then makes her departure Cronus and the file of guards rallying and flowing out with her. The 20 guards outside the gate also Rally and they head back to the palace.

Cronus pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Guards leaves with Cronus.

"I've not yet have the pleasure to thank-you for this wonderful event," Paedrig turns after bowing formally to the Queen's departure. The tall man looks past Demonder and to Rennar.

Anluan watches the Queen depart, not following immediately as would be expected. He instead drifts back into the crowd, working his way around in a random pattern.

Daric looks at the ground, rubbing his cheek with his now free hand as Aeliss makes her withdrawal. He seems very disappointed and seems not sure what to do with himself. He takes up a goblet of wine and washes down a mouthful immediately.

Laressa finishes her food and watches some of the people leave, she quietly stands and places her plate for the servers to take. She sighs as she looks around and slowly walks back into the manor.

Laressa climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Borric looks around the crowd, and then smiles to Kyriele and Saramis, "I think I need to go," he says, adding "Good afternoon," as he moves towards the doors of the Tower...

Borric climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Rennar nods her head graciously toward Paedrig, "Thank you." She murmurs quietly, tilting her head to the sied a it, "I'm glad you had a good time."

There's a near predatory look in the Warder's eyes, though it flashes away all too quickly. Paedrig inclines his head once more in thanks and turns to Anluan that has already drifted away. "If you will excuse me," he states next, following into the crowd.

Paedrig's reactions to her, and actions, cause Rennar some small amount of surprise. She presses her lips together thoughtfully, regarding him in a careful manner. Leaning into Demonder, she murmurs faintly, "I do not trust that man. I can't quite put my finger on it but...." She lets her voice trail a bit, shaking her head as a shiver runs up her spine.

Demonder frowns at the big Warder-type, turning his attentions to Rennar as he parts his ways. "Better?" he asks quietly, his free hand moving to stroke at her cheek in comforting manner. Demonder does shake his head lightly. "He is of the Tower, though seems his social skills are a bit lacking," he manages quietly.

"I know people of the Tower, some are even members of my family. None before have ever given me the impression he has." Rennar sighs deeply, then looks toward Demonder, "Perhaps I am just being silly." She smiles gently, looking up at her husband. "I would enjoy at least one dance this evening."

Demonder's fingers move through Rennar's hair. "I'm certain its nothing," he encourages lightly, not giving enough credit to the percpetion his wife holds. "A dance?" The query does surprise him, pleasantly so. "Of course, my love." Demonder lifts her hand closer to his body, and begins to lead her toward a more suitable place. He does so as though certainly expects the musicians to begin their play at this action.

Anluan seems to be working his way closer to Daric, but pauses on the way. Standing still, he just surveys the faces before him again, not making any sign of moving again for now.

A soft chuckle escapes Rennar as Demonder starts to take her hand and lead her into a dance, "Umm... love? You may not have noticed, but we haven't informed the musicians that the dance is starting now..." Yet she makes no other complaint or offer to stop, moving with her husband with an elegant grace.

Demonder is rather confused by this, having the music always begin the moment he stepped on the dance floor. "Then someone should let them know," he states, rather confused. "Wouldn't they simply see us and start playing?" he asks, as though they could do so in an instance.

Paedrig flows through the crowd easily enough, his large body moving with a particular grace. It would be difficult for him to lose Anluan within the light crowd, and though he does spot him, Paedrig heads in a slightly differnt direction for the time being.

Several musicians had been sitting and standing around, talking and enjoying the party in general. When Demonder and Rennar seem to heading to a spot for dancing, they pass confused looks between themselves before scrambling to retrieve instruments and arrange themselves.

"In a perfect world, they might, my love. But this is not a perfect world." Rennar's words gently tease her husband, though at that tiem the music does start to begin. SHe continues to dance, now in time to a certain beat and rhythm, her eyes smiling warmly at Demonder as she begins to relax more fully after the larger dignitaries and annoyances have gone.

Anluan turns his head slowly, biting his lip in thought while doing so. When spying his fellow Warder, Paedrig, he idly watches him for a bit.

"It isn't?" Demonder asks, urging Rennar further into the embrace as he leads the dance to the rhythm set by the musicians. He leans forward to kiss his wife briefly on the lips, setting a slightly quicker tempo in their dance while still holding her near. Demonder's eyes do not leave her own.

The flutes are the first to make their sound heard, setting a lilting rhythm for the Lady and Lord of the House to set foot to. Soon joined by various other instruments and almost random intervals, the effect is a rather pleasant medley formation.

It would not be difficult to miss Paedrig, who seems to be going through shaking hands with a few of the other guests here. Mostly the nobles. The man carries little hope of etiquette, though he does know how to be formal in his bows and what-not. And though he carries himself with a certain confidence, the confidence a warrior might have before battle, he is not of that noble grace found with those born and raised.

The musicians, finally assembled all together and minor tune adjustments accomplished surreptitiously while keeping the melody alive, relax and let their song play forth. Adjusting to the quicker tempo Demonder desires, the feeling is light and happy.

Rennar chuckles lightly, shaking her head, "No, it's not." It almost seems as though a great weight has been lifted from her sholders; since her talk with the Queen. She moves further into Demonder's embrace, placing her head on his shoulder as they continue to dance.

"You'll have a challenge convincing me otherwise, love," Demonder begins, seemingly in agreement to the rhythm of the musicians. Though the Lord is far from graceful, he does seem at least good in the matters of the dance. "For so long as you are in my arms, it is a perfect world."

Anluan is a marked contrast to Paedrig, exacting and proper in his attire and formalities, small and lithe in body. He does not carry the hint of a warrior before battle, but certainly does not appear a softly pampered noble either. His sunken eyes seem misplaced on the otherwise primly perfect man.

Rennar smiles warmly, looking up at Demonder. Soon their dance ends. "I think it's time we go inside. Genette and the others can take care of the rest of the party, and I am growing tired."

The musicians play for more than just Rennar and Demonder now, as other couples have joined in the dance. The music maintains the quicker clip, a lively changing of seasons, and calls for constant movement. As the group brings the first song to a close, they look to Lady Rennar and Lord Demonder for direction.

Demonder's hand brushes across Rennar's cheek, and then he offers a bow of appreciation to the band, before guiding his wife toward the manor. There is a relieved air about him as well.