Roesone Stables: Roesone Manor, Caemlyn

The stables are large, even for a noble house's. Entering through either the large, horse-sized double doors on one side or a simple man-sized door set in the west wall, the first overwhelming thing that comes to your senses is the smell. It smells of hay, leather, and (of course), horses.

Stalls housing various mounts line the walls, each stallion and mare whinnying and snorting from time to time in a cacaphony of equine sounds. Against the wall, above every stall, a parchment is nailed describing a brief history of each mount in a flowing hand.

Against the far south wall is a very small door, a dirty desk just outside it. Across from the desk, in one corner where a stall may have once been are various saddles, tools, ropes, and brushes. A farrier stands back there, ready to make sure no noble dares try to check their own horse.

Demonder, Gothem, Halraid, Cloud, Onyx, Gi'tai

Rennar arrives with Demonder.

Halraid sighs and searches for Gothem's elbow "I suppose, lead the way"

Gothem takes Halraid's hand and places it upon his shoulder

Gothem takes a step forward to the doors,and states," Follow me Sir."

The eager Demonder is escorting Rennar into the stables, his sights set on the exit out. "Right through there," he notes the obvious, following the light flow of people.

Gothem goes through the dd, into the fields...

Halraid goes through the dd, into the fields...

Demonder goes through the dd, into the fields...

Rennar leaves with Demonder.

Practice Yards and Field: Roesone Manor, Caemlyn

The fields of Roesone's estate are split into basically two areas...one, close to the manor and relatively small, considering the acres outside it, are the practice yards. Here, a low longhouse serves as a barracks for Roesone House Guards, within a few hundred paces from the Manor House itself. A site of trampled grass and exposed earth reveals an area where the guards are able to spar and practice their skills, just outside the barracks. An outhouse leans against one side of the long building.

But the Guards have a glorious view. Spanning acres to the east and north of the manor house is a luxurious field, wheat blowing in the breeze, horse paths blazed out for a liesurely ride, stroll, or even a bored hunting or hawking expedition. From time to time a pheasant breaks the air, or a fox peeps from out of one of the trees that dot this vast field.

Demonder, Halraid, Calysto, Rowen, Celesia, Nanton, Fashtok, Dashel, Sam, Deanna, Tevric

Rennar arrives with Demonder.

Nanton bows deeply to Calysto. "Lady Calysto, I do hope you have little intention of using that great bow to comment on the quality of music this eve...?" Nanoton grins.

Fashtok bows respectfuly. Greetings to all!

Dashel quickly looks up towards Calysto, and smiles, "Hello," he says, before he looks down again.

Having seen this thing, Sam quietly sneaks off.

Sam moves back into the Stables proper.

Calysto smiles a little weakly, but slowly changes into a smirk. "Only if does not soothe my ears, sir.

Celesia giggles a little at Calysto's words.

Nanton taps his teeth in thought. "Well.. I suppose that is one manner in which I could gain feather for a true gleeman 's cloak... :)

Halraid tilts his head slightly as he listens quietly to the activities in the area

"Will Turail be here? Do you know?" Rennar asks Demonder as they come through the double doors and enter the party grounds. "He didn't look overly excited to be at the engagement party." It is a quiet observation.

Nanton inquires, "Now what manner of dance are we in the mood... to start?"

She looked towards Dashel, and Calysto gives a nod to his Hello.

"Turail seemed rather comfortable with Lady Carinae," Demonder points out as he leads Rennar within the practise yard. "I wouldn't think he would be here, it is a commoner dance, after-all..." There is a strong note of humor in his voice.

Nanton passes Fashtok his harp. "Can oyu hold this for a moment, my friend?"

"A stream out in the hills a ways." Tevric responds to Deanna, setting down yet another cup of wine on the table and uncorking another. "Of course I fish.. for real fish!" Tevric gives Deanna a wink and then turns as another of the house's staff, a young blond thing who works in the kitchens of the Manor offers to take over for a while. He hands over the bottle and steps from behind the table, holding out his hand to Deanna. "Shall we give this dancing thing a try, mistress?" His grin is good natured.

Fashtok says "for sure , master Nanton"

Dashel slowly looks around all of the area once more before he looks down again.

Nanton pose thanks Fashtok again, before stealing lady Celesia out to the dancing area.

Creeps slowly towards Dashel, but not really to surprise him. Calyso only wants to know what's wrong. She speaks softly, "Are you alright?

Celesia gives a little squeal and follows Nanton, laughing delightedly.

Halraid sits quietly , a small black band circling his right arm, which he touches occationally before tilting his head again and sniffing, his golden eyes flashing, avoiding most of the party

Stepping lively, they begin quick-stepping left twice, curling around, spining right, twisting arms, and left-stepping agin.

"How well can you dance, Tevric?" Deanna inquires, winking up at him as she takes his hand, pulling him towards the dancing area. Several couples are already kicking up their heels, and there is even some hooting and hollering from the far side of the bonfire.

Nanton cries, "Faster, good misntrels, faster!"

Fashtok smiles at the boyish behaviour of Nanton, and joins Nanton.

Dashel looks up, slowly, nodding slowly, as he tries to keep his eyes downwards, "I am fine, thank you," he says, slowly.

Fashtok then decides to join Dashel

Celesia lifts her skirt a bit higher to free her feet, exposing slender calves. Her eyes glitter with excitement as she tries to keep up with the dance.

As the tempo picks up, the gleeman-to-be leads Celesia through several twists, swirls, twirls, leaps, and step pattersns that border on impossible...

Fashtok smiles to Dashel, "Will you introduce me your friend?"

Rowen stands around like a fool dusting off his shirt. He glances disdainfully at Calysto, hoping he wouldn't have to spend the entire time dancing with his -sister-. Not that she wasn't attractive.. but he's young and doesn't see the fun in it.

Nanton says "And more, and more!"

Calysto stays away from all of the fast dancing.. and remains to the side where she wouldn't get hit by a flaing shoe or a waving hand or god knows what else was flying around.

Nodding to the other dancers, Nanton leads the couples into maneuvering around each other to a faster and faster pace.

Halraid sighs slightly as he listens to the people having fun,

Dashel looks to Fashtok, and then blinks, "Hmm?"

Nanton asks for pardon to toss Celesia.."

A brow lifts lightly at Demonder's words, "I had not known that Turail followed the same doctrines as, say, Cairhienin." The young Duchess of Hune wrinkles her nose a bit. "I had thought he was a bit more congenial toward commoners." Rennar shrugs her shoulders, looking about the growing party.

Maudine comes into the fields along the dirt path from the Stables.

Tevric is tugged into a trot as he follows after Deanna, pulled by the hand, and laughs as he goes. "I suppose we shall find out, Deanna! I've never tried!" This seems not to bother him in the slightest. He's in a general mood of abundant cheer which little could penetrate, and intends to give it his best shot.

As the music becomes so quick that feet blur across the floor, Nanton nods to the minstrels with a chopping motion, throwing Celesia up in the air; she lands within his arms in th dying strains of fiddle.

Nanton says "Bravo!""

Calysto was not familiar with dancing. But more over, she did not like it. Watching Dashel, and letting out a shrug, she looks to to Rowen, hoping that he wouldn't ask her to dance.

Methos comes into the fields along the dirt path from the Stables.

Not wishing to cause offence, Nanton smoothly slides lady Celesia back to her feet. and bows.

Nanton says "My thanks for the dance Celesia..."

Calysto was near Rowen again, though. And she taps him on the shoulder, whispering something to him.

Demonder leans over to Rennar, his tone a little more conspiratory, "I was teasing, Renni. I'm not sure if he has plans to be here this evening," Demonder corrects himself quickly. His eyes do brighten at the sign of life, however, especially that of dancing couples. "I'm sure if he has any sensibility of a good time he would be here. Far more active then our average noble party..." his voice trails, as he swings Rennar a bit playfully as they round a corner.

Celesia squeals again as she is tossed into the air. Falling into Nanton's arms, she blinks rapidly and tries to regain her equilibrium. Her breathing is a bit fast as she curtsies to Nanton and replies, "My pleasure, Master Nanton."

Fashtok wonders about trying the harp, but decides not to break it, by playing it.

Celesia giggles and blushes at the thought of herself trouncing about the dance floor like (as her aunt would say) a silly hoyden.

"Never?" Deanna laughs and twirls about the tall Roesone guardsman, eyes only for him. "Really now? "Well, in truth, I'm not the best dancer, Tev..just try to feel the music, and move to it.."

The doors to the stables waver slightly as Methos enters the practice yard. His sharp gaze travels around the yard, a small amused smile upon his face. He walks along the wall of the stable, slowly.

Nanton calls outpose escorts Celesia back to the friends.

Rowen gets rather impatient when it comes to waiting around. And why wait when there was a perfectly lovely lady right beside him, whispering into his ear? Visibly ignoring the question, he held his hand to her. By golly, he was going to dance - with his sister or not. "Would you like to dance?"

A light chuckle escapes from Rennar's lips, "Indeed, quite lively." Her eyes widen a touch as she's swung about, a blush coming to her cheeks. "Demonder!" She exclaims softly. "Can we wait to get into the throes of things before dancing?" She lightly tickles a her husband's side as she moves further into the Roesone grounds.

Halraid sits quietly, his head tilted, his eyes close for a moment and a hand raises to the black band on his arm again, how he would have much more fun with she were here

Nanton detaches lady Celesia onto the arm of Rowen. "And who might my next partner be?....Lady Calysto?"

Calysto's eyes widen with almost of a look of terror. Words were chocking in her throat. "I.. I.." ...Did she really have to? A solemn nodding of defeat. "Alright, but I warm you. I'm not very good.

Celesia blushes and removes her arm from Rowen's. After all, she doesn't even know him! She smiles and turns back to Fashtok and Dashel, her eyes shining and cheeks flushed.

Rowen opens his mouth to protest, only to have a woman suddenly thrown into his arms. Well, make the best of a situation right? Unable to really move.. he didn't know any dance steps.. he smiled. "I take it you don't want to dance with me?"

Fashtok grins at Celesia, "Quite a show, my lady"

Maudine seems to be following Methos towards the lively party, but in fact, it is mere coincidence of her arrival. The Mistress' face reflects hard planes, that are somewhat softened by the aid of the torchiers and the bonfire, should she move that direction. Though hardly likely, as her steps are apparently taking her to the food and beverage table---oh yes, lots of wine. Very good..She wastes no time in filling up a cup of good Roesone wine and polishes off nearly a third of it at first gulp.

Celesia blushes more deeply and shakes her head. "Oh, no, sir! I just... I don't want you to think me forward!"

Dashel looks around, and then notices Halraid sitting off to the side. He then looks at those others around, "Excuse me," he says, before he slowly walks in the direction of Halraid.

Nanton quips, "But as the wheel always turns forward, are not we all? My apologies lady Celesia for my jest.. :)

Celesia watches Dashel walk away, her brow furrowed a bit with concern for her new friend.

Halraid lifts his head slightly as he hears someone approch, his golden eyes open for a moment and they turn towards Dashel

Rowen glances towards the dancing couples, thinking perhaps he could figure out how to do it.. if they weren't just doing their own things. "Well, would you like to? I'm asking."

Celesia turns back to Nanton and smiles brightly. "Forgiven, sir!"

Demonder shifts away from his wife's tickling fingers, enough so that he twists his shoulders toward her while he takes at her opposite shoulder to close them off toward eachother. "Into the throes of things, my love?" he ponders the saying lightly, satisfied with a kiss after his hand moves to capture her cheek. "Really..." Amusement.

Fashtok holds the harp dramatically. "Tell me, my lady, do I look like a Gleeman?"

About to call back Dashel, Nanton catches something and stifles the comment.

Dashel stops a few paces away from Halraid. "Hello, sir," he says, quietly, adding, "How are you?"

"No, Never!" Tevric confesses, still unashamed of it, "Hope I don't fall over my feet or some such." He laughs, as Deanna twirls around him, and turns to try and keep up with her, and make his feet do that thing she's doing, though his eyes are consistently caught by the beauty of her unbound hair, warmed by the influence of the bonfire's light as she dances.

Calysto moves back into the Stables proper.

Calysto comes into the fields along the dirt path from the Stables.

Celesia laughs at Nanton and nods. Turning back to Rowen, she ducks and smiles shyly. "OH! Well, in that case... I'd love to!" She places her hand on his arm and waits for him to lead her onto the floor.

Nanton claps for the new duo of dancers.

Calysto wonders how well her brother can dance...

Halraid nods once and in a even voice answers "Hello, Sir, i am well.. thank you, call me Halraid.. please"

Fashtok returns the Harp to NAnton."Here it is, unharmed."

Methos comes to a stop, his hawkish eyes travelling over the various people in the crowded yard. He glances over to the side as Maudine follows him in, one of his eyebrows arching at the woman's sword. After a brief moment, he looks back onto the dance floor.

Dashel nods slowly, "I think we have met, sometime, si... Halraid. Am I right?"

Nanton receives his harp and stows it carefully besdie the stage, requesting the good-hearted minstrels watch over his prized possession... and one of his only possessions.. :)

Calysto pulls herself a little away from the others, in an attempt to be unnoticed. Leaving her bow and dropping her quivers beside what looks like a statue, she sat against a table.

Rowen did so; a quick lead, perhaps a lil too eager.. but he was willing to learn. SFootsteps attempted to be mimiced, after his second stumble he gives up with a laugh. "I've got two left feet." Doing his own thing and taking Celesia with him, a very simple line of twirls and grins, he hopes she doesn't fall or anything.

Nanton says "Thank Thank you my friend..."l"

A tapis felt upon Calysto's shoulder.

Fashtok says "my pleasure."

Halraid nods to the man named Dashel "Yes, once before, you are well brother?" not taking the sibling word as a direct meaning

Calysto turns quickly to whoeever was tapping her shoulder.

Deanna grins and twirls one more time, then nearing Tevric, whispers to him laughingly, She mutters to Tevric, "... you don't... which of course she knows he doesn't... believe... better together."

Celesia smiles warmly up at Rowen and laughs softly. "All is well, sir. After the last dance, I could use something a bit... more tame." She follows his lead, smiling sweetly at her partner and determined not to notice any missteps.

Dashel nods, slowly, "I am, si... Halraid."

Nanton stands, hand held out, and asks, "Would the divine lady Calysto grace a humble minstrel with her presence on the dance floor?"

Rennar smiles warmly as Demonder kisses her cheek, "I do believe you are up to some mischief this night, my love." Her eyes carefully scan the grounds.

Wors remained a bit studdered in her throat. She nods forcing a smile. "I'll try, sir. Thank you." Lifts a hdn to grasp his own.

Halraid sighs and stands slowly his scent flowing with sadness and regrets, "That is good.. You are friends with people here?"

Rowen bites his lip, as though that could prevent mistakes, and speeds up his steps in time with others.. even if still a bit slower. "I've never been to a dance like this before!"

Nanton bows and escorts the lady Calysto to the dance floor.

Calysto follows after Nanton with keeping a small distance apart from themselves. "What was your name again, sir?"

"I hope so," Dashel says, slowly. "I have never had that many friends," he says, sadness in his voice.

Celesia blushes and giggles at Rowen. My, she seems to be doing that a lot, lately! "I've never been to anything quite like this either! I've only been in the city for a few days. This is such a grand adventure!'

There is no way in all of the region of Andor that Maudine is going out into the midst of the dancers. Just look at all the -couples-. Nope! She is single once again and has no personal desire for frivolity. One hand goes to stroke the sword at her side in a reassuring manner as the other tips the wineglass to her lips once again.

Nanton apologizes to Calysto. "My dear lady, my humble and sincere apologies for not reminding you of my name, one Nanton am I, a minstrel new to the city.

Halraid nods Dashel in agreement "We are much the same in that area, though there are a few that accept us.. are you enjoying yoursef?"

Tevric's mouth turns up in boyish appreciation of the whispered words shared with him by Deanna, more of a quick grin really, and draws Deanna a bit closer so he may lay one hand on her waistand attempt to dance with her in a more synchronised fashion. He manages not to lay his heavy boots on her feet.. somehow, his eyes frequently turning down to look at his feet, the mark of a novice.

Calysto looks to Nanton's face calmly, "A minstrel? Oh." Pleasantly she nods.

Demonder shakes his head lightly in response, moving back to escort Rennar on through. "I'll be as good as always," Demonder insists, his eyes lightly playing from a few people he casually nods to as they walk by. At a few more vocal groups, Demonder's head turns left and then ride. "Not our average noble gathering," he reaffirms. "Some wine, my love?" Demonder asks, as though waiting for a servant to walk right by and offer him a few glasses.

With the giggling in the air, Calysto's jaw had slightly tightened from being slightly annoyed.

Nanton nods to Calysto. "A gleeman someday.. if the wheels so wills it, but, for now, a simple musician...

Dashel shrugs slightly, "I don't know," he says, slowly.

Nanton steps back from Calysto's expression. "Have I offended the lady so?

Calysto says "Certainly..! One still has to experience much of what life has to offer to find the stories and the music of nature's heart."

Rowen turns his head to get a glimpse of Calysto and Nanton somewhere through the throng and whirlwind of dancers amid his own twirling of Celesia. "So have I! I've just recently come with my sister. And look! She has a partner! "

Calysto shakes her head. "Oh no, I'm sorry. Just something else I have overheard.

Rennar shakes her head, "No thanks. For now, I'd just like to find a table and claim a spot for ourselves." She carefully scans the room, "I wonder how most of these people would react, if they discovered the Daughter-Heir within their midsts." This, she speaks in a low voice to her husband.

Halraid raises an eyebrow slightly and turns his head towards Dashel "and what is holding yourself back from having fun?"

Nanton nods in respectful agreement. "Well spoken lady Calysto, well spoken indeed.

Nanton leans his head in closer to Calysto..."If you are ready?"

And speaking of frivolity, here comes Methos. He sidles up beside Maudine, a slight smile on his lips. "I see you share my same attitude regarding this party, miss." He says in his smooth voice. He smiles sardonically out at the dance floor, his eyes falling on one certain couple now. His lips quirk in amusement.

Dashel looks down, slowly, "I'm a bit afraid of too big crowds," he admits.

Fashtok moves back into the Stables proper.

Celesia laughs with delight. "How wonderful! I find myself meeting so many people new to Caemlyn, I'm beginning to wonder if anyone actually LIVES here!" She shifts her head to glance at Nanton and Calysto and then turns back to smile again at Rowen. "She doesn't seem to be completely thrilled with her partner, though."

Nanton thinks to himself, ""Methinks the lady is not completely thrilled with her patner..."

Halraid nods to Dashel in agreement "I believe thats common.. but it is something we must often face.. something i have learned to control.." he touches the black band at his arm again and his scent renews its sadness

Nanton leads Calysto to the centre of the dance floor. "Copy what I do; mirror me."

Dashel nods, slowly, "I see," he says, after a little while.

Rennar's words send Demonder into a light chuckle. "It's not often that I hear you call yourself that, love." While pretending a simple look of disappointment at Rennar's insistance of sitting down, he does scan through the crowd to find a group of benches that are relatively untaken. He also seems to make a point of flapping the one side of his dark purple cloak over his shoulder, exposing that axe that he's suddenly far too aware of. "I'm sure they would react just fine," Demonder notes with less humor, and even with a hint of concern. Demonder offers Rennar a place at one of the benches.

Borric comes into the fields along the dirt path from the Stables.

Rowen doesn't think that's the case at all. Then again, he knows Calysto a little better than the others, naturally. "She'll open up. I think it's the whole dancing thing she's not fond of." Rowen spins Celesia a bit faster as he nears the position of his sister and Nanton.

Halraid tilts his head slightly and lowers his voice over the crowd "hae you made any friends in the woods lately?"

Tebrya comes into the fields along the dirt path from the Stables.

Calysto nods in ompliance and she quickly looks down to her own booted feet; two left booted feet, by the way she figures. But she was going to try. As nanton had began to lead, she tried her best to copy. And for the most part, many of the steps were actually well placed.

Maudine quirks a brow at this one who has addressed her, her eyes automatically scanning for armor, then smiles slightly. "But you should--you are a young man yet..why aren't you out there dancing with some young thing?"

In slow flow compared to the wildness of the rest of the crowd...

Dashel nods, with a low voice, "A few," he says.

Turail comes into the fields along the dirt path from the Stables.

Celesia nods and smiles with sympathy at Calysto's discomfort. As the pace picks up, she lifts her skirt again, freeing her feet for the faster movements, and prays she doesn't stumble.

Calysto and Nanton began a shadow dance, one person mirroring the actions of the other. While the other dances spin and bounce aroudn them, the gleeman-in-training leads (or follows?) Calysto through slow, stately half-turns, claps, and short, measured steps.

Tebrya walks beside Borric, smiling slightly as she looks around, taking n the party.

The musicians continue with their uptempo songs--truly, just right for dancing..keeping warm in the chill autumn evening. Very nice indeed.

Gently, Rennar lays a hand on Demonder's shoulder. "I just do not want any sort of special treatment. If the Prince manages to find his way here, I'll be very harsh of him if he starts using that title." There's a delicate firmness to her voice.

Borric looks around, slowly. His eyes scans those that he can see, cautiously. It seems that a certain old habit never dies...

In the middle of the high energy, it creates a sn island of calm, a feeling of two times existing side-by side, a dream within the franticness of daily life.

Halraid sighs slightly and nods at Dashel's words "You wish to join the party again?"

Dashel looks out into the party, "Perhaps for a little while," he says.

Nanton questions with his eyes if Calysto is enjoying the ance or not...?

There was one turn where she went through the wrong way, but other wise she follos Nanton very well. "My, sir. You're a very good dancer.

The rough pants Rowen wears were not meant for dancing. Nonetheless he made due, trying to mimic Celesia.. although he had no skirt to lift!

The seamstress laughs merrily as she notes Tevric's concern with his feet. "No no..if you look at your feet, you will surely trip--or step on mine! Truly, love, just--well just feel it!"

Halraid nods and turns his head towards the dancers "I will follow.. you know my leading is never that good,"

Nanton, quick to recover, mirrors Calysto's move to minimize the misstep. "The dance leads a sthe feet will it lady, unlike most these days.

Methos's lips quirk again, as he fills himself a glass of wine. "Young things are over-rated, miss." The man's dark eyes flicker up to her sword once more, as he stands back up straight. He turns once more to the dance area, sipping the wine. "They seem to have little attention span, you see."

Walking out of the stables, his clothing of a dark hue, though well tailored, otherwise unmarked, Turail is unhurried, remaining near the stables, just outside of the circle of light for a few moments, eyes surveying the revellers before moving in his smooth rolling gait through the gathered masses.

A pleased smile flickers upon Nanton's lips. "I am honoured you think so, my dear lady."

Nanton winks at Rowen and Celesia as they pass by...

Ged wanders off elsewhere for a while.

Celesia smiles encouragingly at Rowen. "Why, sir, you've told me a fib. You are a wonderful dancer. Two left feet, indeed!" She gives a little twirl and glances up into his eyes, laughing.

Dashel nods, slowly, and then looks around, slowly.

"excellently done... beutiful.. very nice... steady... there...." Nanton praises...

Celesia notices Nanton's wink and returns it rather ostentatiously, laughing all the while.

Calysto catches the small wink Nanton gave to her brother, but she made no notion that would show that. While passing Rowen, she raised an eyebrow to him and continued to dance with Nanton.

Knows Rowen has quite a taste in women.

As the dance wound down, Nanton bowed to Calysto. "Much thanks for the dance lady.... I think I will see if my good misntrel friends up front will be so inclined as to allow me a moment to try a new song of mine...

Rowen's feet aren't the only part of him dancing; his eyes are as well. With a quick glance at Nanton, spotting that wink, it was impossible for him not to grin. "Maybe not, but I've definately never done this before!"

"Overrated, hmm?" Maudine's sharp eyes do catch Methos' somewhat furtive glance to her sword at her side. "Is it so odd for you to see a woman with a sword, man?" The wine has relaxed her somewhat so that she can loosen her smile.

A thought strik

es Nanton and he tilts his head towards Calysto.

Nanton says "would you care to accompany me on the harp?"

Halraid tilts his head and follows slowly behind dashel, using his ears and scent of smell to lead him

"The Prince, here?" Demonder questions Rennar with a concerned look. He shakes that away quickly enough. "He's chosen to advertise the title well." As his hand slips around Rennar's waist, he takes advantage and holds her closer against him. Captured by Rennar, Demonder is unable to shake his eyes of here, until he reminds himself that he's there as much as her protector as her husband. And for that reason, he does slowly turn away to watch the others around them. "I would say nobility here is pretty rare on its own, my love."

Celesia widens her eyes in mock surprise. "Oh, I hardly believe that! You dance divinely, sir. It must be a natural gift." She is drunk on excitement at being in such a lively atmosphere, and is unable to control her giggling.

Borric looks around, slowly.

Tevric looks up at Deanna's chiding, the grin continuing to sit on his lips, and in the process, nearly does trip over his feet. He mutters to Deanna. he exclaims rather laughing, though his gaze settles on Deanna, softening from overt merriness to warmer fondness, perhaps having picked up a certain word in her chiding. A quick stroke of her cheek and he bends to murmur something in her ear. "As you say, my lovely... and beloved... mermaid." His dancing is a bit improved, but still rather uncoordinated. He doesn't care.

She nods to Nanton with another small smile. Calysto was actually glad the dance was over; she was stiff throughout the entire dance. She backs away from the dance floor to continue her moping and her observing.

Dashel looks at Halraid, "Is there anyplace special you want to go, si... Halraid?" he asks.

Tebrya snatches a glass off wine from one of the tables, winds her way towards the bonfire, hoping to ward off the night's chill. She scans the area for familiar faces, sipping at her wine, the backlighting oif the flames creating a halo about her hair, spoilling free down her back.

Nanton slides Caly

"Perhaps, Demonder. But it is an event sponsored by House Roesone, so that in itself would dictate that some nobility arrive." Rennar states mildly. She lifts a hand and pushes a few strands of hair out of her emerald eyes. She sighs lightly, allowing her gaze to move out across those who share the dance area. "To think, at one time I was as carefree as most of them."

sto towards the stage.

Calysto was now being brought closer to the stage? Secrectly protested. "Uhm, Nanton, what are you doing?"

"Not odd, just different." Methos replies in an easy manner. His own smile is easy, as he rolls the wine in his mouth. His eyes note the sudden prescence of a superior officer, and he offers a small salute to Turail as he passes.

Not minding Celesia's laughter at all and becoming slightly enthused himself, Rowen lets out a quiet chuckle. He's nearly out of breath at the quickness of the pace, but continues it, simply because it's fun. "I don't think I caught your name.." A smile was aimed at Celesia.. now he's curious.

Halraid shakes his head at Dashel "No, anywhere is fine.. you could even introduce me to the people you know"

Nanton says "why having a lovely lady accompany a new minstrel to the satge... if you wish, do take your seat, if not, I would love to have a fine friend of Rowen's besdie me..."

Calysto doesn't mind either. But she shrugged to herself. "Okay, will you sing something..? Or what sort of tale will you speak of?

Maudine follows the direction of Methos' salute to the Captain and she grins. "I didn't think Lord Turail would come..hmm. Good for him."

Calysto sits herself slowly, watching the leather.

Nanton hums and haws.... " A bit of a ribald tune... but one the nobles woul dnot catch..."

Calysto says "Hmm.."

Celesia smiles and blushes as she realizes she's been dancing with the man without having been introduced. A bit flustered, she manages to stammer, "Umm.. Celesia.. It's.. very nice to meet you." Then she bursts into laughter at the ridiculousness of introducing herself while dancing.

Borric slowly walks through the area, looking around, slowly, nodding to the people.

Nanton whispers to the minstrels in the corner.

Dashel looks around, slowly, trying to find some of those people he knows.

Turail smiles, his weathered features almost at ease in the bon fire's light, and salutes rather loosely as he silently passes Methos in response. He seems not to be drawing attention to himself overly much, dressed down into sharp, yet undecorative black clothing. Maudine too receives a nod of his head, his black topknotted hair shifting slightly forward at the nod. Spotting a pair he believes may be his cousin, and his wife, he heads that direction.

Demonder's arm brushes across Rennar's waist, urging her closer as he turns on the bench with one forearm resting ontop of the table. "When Andor settles, perhaps it will be that simple again?" Though hopeful, it is just that. "And if not, we will make the best of it." Demonder's fingers curl beneath Rennar's chin. "Like we always do, right?" he asks quietly.

Conjurs up a little of specilation and wonderment if all the laughter was actually from opium? Many rich people around here were into that, she had figured. Looking up to Nanton once again, she rested her chin upon a slender hand. "Do you play the flut?"

Rowen catches a bout of the contagious laughter and among snickering and quick dancing, he figures it's better late than never to say his name. "It's a pleasure to meet you, lady Celesia. I'm Rowen."

Nanton nods affirmatively to Calysto and passes her his flute. "If you wish to accompany me, please feel free... tis a simple beat..."

Halraid sighs as he follows Dashel, his golden eyes blink a few times as his head turns, though they can't see anything

Celesia pauses in her dancing just long enough to bob a quick curtsy. "The Light Shine on you, Rowen," she says in a mock-formal tone. "I do hope we shall be friends."

Tevric is just close enough, and there are no beetle-browed, sour-looking matrons nearby, AND it is growing dark..so Deanna leans up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek in response, flashing a warm smile in acknowledgement of his words. "You are doing quite well, my guardsman. Just don't get any ideas of dancing with anyone else, and you'll be perfectly safe." She laughs then and spins about, fanning out that redgold curtain of hers that he so admires.

"At least like we attempt to do. I would not say that it always works." Rennar states quietly, nestling into Demonder a bit more comfortably. With so many people at this event, it's lucky for Rennar that she has yet to see her sister. A light sigh escapes her, almost happy sounding. "You know, I received a strange box yesterday,..."

Borric walks around, smiling to himself, slowly.

Looking over the flute Nanton gives her, she sighs. Calysto had not picked up a flute in a long time. Holding it gingerly to her side, she lifted it to her lips, with fingers positioned... and lifted a pinky along with a fourth finger, a high C.

The minstrels abruptly take a break and make for ale some rascal had set to one side of the dancing. Nanton, smiling widely once more, proceeded onto the small stage area and handed Calysto his flute. "Friends, I wish to share a new song of mine with you.. tis a might naughty for those of you with too delicate an ear, but tis filled with fun for the simple folk of you and I, beyond that of the average noble :)"

Celesia's curtsy is matched by Rowen's bow, briefly, as he takes her back into his arms and continues the dance that he was just now getting used to. "We shall!"

Tebrya wanders back towards the tables, passing near the Lady Hune and her husband, a tight smile coming to her face, eyes narrowing. She pauses, watching the pair dance.

Celesia abruptly stumbles to a stop as the music cuts off. Her movements carry her forward and she bumps lightly into Rowen. Blushing, she murmurs an apology and turns to see the reason for the pause in the music.

~"A trifling song you shall hear, begun with a trifle and ended: all trifling people draw near and I shall be nobly attended. Were it not for trifles, a few, that lately have come into play Could not fathom what kind of naughtiness a flute could produce music wise. A questioning brow raises to Nanton. He wanted -her- to preform?

Calysto stood with the flute positioned, wondering if she could pull it off.

~"The men would want something to do and the women want something to say!"~

A humorous quip immediately leaping to his mouth, Tevric turns his face to steal a kiss onto Deanna's cheek in light hearted retaliation before having to lean back out of the way of her fanning long tresses, or get lashed in the face with them. "Is that so? Because no one else would put up with me like you do, my good mistress?"

A couple laughs from the men are shushed by the women, though more than a few smiles exist.

Rowen takes a step back to allow Celesia to stumble without too much embarassment.. but a hand to her elbow helps her straighten. Rowen removes the hand to pay attention to the stage, where he sees.. his sister? Blue eyes widened and he wonders if she's gone crazy.

~"What makes men trifle in dressing? Because the ladies (they know) admire, by often possesing - if you catch my drift, that eminent trifle...a beau.~"

Insane indeed! Calysto began softly with the flute music, smooth but melodious tones drifted through the air from the stage, though perhaps not loud enough for everyone to hear.

The Mistress polishes off her wine and as she rises to refill her glass, blue eyes catch sight of Tebrya Vocer. "Tebrya dear!" Maudine calls out to her, motioning her over with her free hand.

Demonder and Rennar are seated on a bench off by a tree in a quieter area of the event. Though Demonder's eyes remain active on the field from time to time, currently focus is on Rennar. "A gift from someone?" in asks quietly, eyes seeking out hers as he holds her tighter.

Borric stops, looking towards the stage, smiling to himself.

~"When the lover, his moments has trifled, the trifle of trifles to gain, no sooner the virgin is rifled but a trifle shall part 'em again!" Nanton waves his arms in a swooping motion and laughs with the crowd.

~"What mortal man, would be able at the White Lion's youngest to sit, or who could bear a tea table, without talking of trifles for wit!"~

Celesia notices Rowen's sister standing near Nanton and apparantly accompanying him on a flute. She leans forward a little, straining to hear the melody, but is unable to in the laughter of the crowd. She giggles at Nanton's antics and blushes hotly at his words.

Halraid smiles just slightly and shakes his head at the song, he stands quietly

~"The court is from trifles secure; gold keys are no trifles, we see: White rods are no trifles, I'm sure...whatever their bearers, may be!"~

Calysto breaths a little more into the flute with the notes, so that it became louder to the ear. It was a sort of repeating refrian, but it suited his tale well.

Methos makes a fluid bow to Maudine, and sets down his own wine. "If you would excuse me, Miss, I should be running along." His smile quirks again slightly, and he strides into the stables.

Methos moves back into the Stables proper.

Halraid sighs slightly and leans on his spear "I just wish to moing again, hopefully back home"

Too caught up in her conversation with Demonder, Rennar does not notice Tebrya nearby, not even when she's called away by Maudine, what with all the noise of the dancers and musicians and the like. Smoothing over her skirts, she shifts herself on the bench she's been sharing with Demonder. "I would suppose it's a gift..." Her brow crinkles, "But I can't fathom who would send one. It's log past by naming day."

Dashel stops, slowly, and looks towards Halraid, as he sees Methos leave, "I guess I will have to leave," he says, adding, "Sorry."

Finally able to hear the lovely sounds emitting from the flute, Celesia turns to smile up at Rowen. "Your sister is quite talented, sir! It seems to run in the family."

Lashed in the face? Well, a man could not ask for a more pleasant whip, now can he? Deanna turns about to face her beau and smirks lightly, continuing the banter they are both so accustomed to. "Why of course, Tevric! for no one else could but me, and that you know right well! Besides, there's still the matter of a certain bucket?" Hazel eyes twinkle in the firelight as she laughs at herself, then glances over to the new musicians.

~"But if you will go to the place, where trifles abundantly breed, the levy will show you his Grace makes promises trifles indeed!\~"But with peoples' malice to trifle, and to set us all on afoot: the author of this is a trifle, and his song a trifle to boot!"~

Nanton stands and bows to the assemblage, hoping his presentation went well.

Celesia laughs and applauds Nanton and Calysto's performance.

And so, with Nanton ending, she had ended on a long low note, and placed down the flute; still flustered.

Tebrya glances towards Maudine, nodding to her, but instead braves the lions, moving towards her sister, placing herself in plain of the other woman.

Nanton calls out loudly, "For the delightful accompanyment of the lady Calysto, I ask you to give her a round of applause.

Rowen is lucky enough to get a good view of both Calysto and Nanton. He had no idea she could play the flute.. and so well. Quiet laughter, faded into slight snickering from bellowing laughs, is still obvious in the redness of his cheeks as he smiles to Celesia. "Thank you, but I do believe my sister is better at the flute than I am at dancing."

A rousing bevy of cheers and claps serenade the stage-bound duo.

Kragar comes into the fields along the dirt path from the Stables.

Demonder curiousity over-takes him, arching his eyebrow with a light urgency to know. "What sort of gift was it? Sounds rather mysterious then..." his voice trails, a light look on his features.

Halraid nods to Dashel "that is fine.. i shall run into you later"

Calysto delivers a curtsy minus the dress as for apparel. She gives Nanton back his flute and lowers herself promptly from the stage.

Nanton bows to Calysto. "I must be off, lady, but much thanks for your kind efforts."

"until then, si... Halraid," Dashel says, hurrying off...

Dashel moves back into the Stables proper.

Calysto says "You welcome, sir."

Still laughing, her applause trailing to an end, Celesia turns to Rowen and swats him playfully on the arm. "You do yourself an injustice, Rowen," she murmurs.

Nanton bows once more, escorts Calysto back to their friends, and bid adieu to them.

Nanton says "I must be off...pressing matters to which I must attend, but I do hope all will enjoy the evening..."

Celesia waves brightly to Nanton, wishing him a pleasant evening.

Calysto nods to Nanton with a small sigh. "Good Eve, Nanton."

Kragar enters the yard, looking more than a little nervous. The burly man makes a beeline for the refeshment table, snatching up a glass of wine already there. The very one Methos had set down.

Only a brief glance shows Rennar that Tebrya is close by. Yet, the Lady does nothing to acknowledge her presense. "Perhaps we can talk about it later, when in more private chambers?" She suggests, shrugging her shoulders a but, "Such a strange event, I only want to share with those I trust are within the Light." She seems to stress the last few words.

Borric looks around, slowly, and then sighs to himself.

Rowen leans to the side with a flashing grin to avoid the swat. "Maybe.." And Rowen waves to Nanton.

Nanton waves to his friends and walks quickly towards and through the doors.

Nanton moves back into the Stables proper.

"Two buckets in fact." Tevric grins, leaning forward a bit, his warm chocolate eyes like coal in the dark, only occasionally caught by a stray scintilla of firelight, and managing to continue limping along like a novice dancer.

Calysto returns to searched for her brother through the crowd. And with the slight glint of blue in his hair, he was not hard to find. She nudges herself near him. "Oh, I'm so glad that is now over..." she told him quietly.

Celesia looks around and notices that all of her friends have left. Blushing hotly, she wonders what her aunt would think of her attending such an event... Unescorted, no less. Smiling sweetly at Calysto, she says, "You played so beautifully!"

Rowen sends a playful punch to Calysto's arm. "You never told me you played the flute."

Wide sapphire eyes met Celesia as she commented. Calysto had turned a bit pink at the face. "Well, thank you m'lady."

"Lady Hune." A smile pulls at Tebrya's mouth, nothing pleasant about it, as she steps closer, into conversation range. "I trust you have been well...?" The forbidden word, 'sister', hangs in the air, unsaid.

Calysto smiles to Rowen a bit hidden. "There is still alot to know about the each of us, Rowen."

Seeing that Tebrya is headed for the Hune Duchess and Lord Demonder, Maudine shrugs and simply moves over to refill her wine, though she does hear Celesia's comment to the flautist. It is just as well that no one here knows she is a musician. Probably whey she wears the sword..All the better..and her glass is now refilled with the numbing liquid.

Celesia chuckles a bit at being called a lady. "Oh, please, don't mistake me for a lady!" she murmurs, a bit embarrassed. Noticing the byplay between the siblings, she retreats a bit to allow them privacy, saying, "But your performance was truly lovely!"

The unobservant Demonder seems not to take notice of the stressing in Rennar's words. "Of course. Though you will have me twitching in curiousity for the remainder of the evening." Demonder frowns a touch, still holding that playful edge. "This isn't a ploy to have us leave early, is it?" That playful manner fades a hint at Tebrya's entrance, and though Demonder does spare her a look, he turns back to Rennar. "Ah right, I see your concern. I will have a talk with Duke Paedrig," he states rather plainly.

The Duchess of Hune continues with her conversation with Demonder as though Tebrya were not even there, pointedly ignoring her presense. "Indeed, please do." A warm touch of a smile comes to her lips as she gazes upon her husband. "I wonder if Aeliss will be in attendance as well." Her eyes search out Turail briefly, "The last time she was at such an event, I hear it was quite... amusing."

Borric looks in the direction of Tebrya and Rennar, then, shrugging to himself.

"Two buckets, you say?" Deanna continues the teasing with her guardsman, but the smirk on her face turns more into a fond look as she aways from him to twirl once again, the full spin then bringing her in closer to him and she captures his waist with her arm. "Getting easier is it, love?" she asks. Definitely getting used to the term.

Kragar looks at Maudine as she moves near him, and takes a large sip of wine. Hopefully these women are not like that other one, Oriana. He would not want to run out of here...

Rowen tilts his head towards Celesia's retreat and says, "Ah, well you aren't leaving us so soon, are you?"

Calysto tightens the glove on her right hand, and also adjusts the shirt that touched against her neck. A bit tired, as well as hot.

Demonder is about as effecient at ignoring Tebrya, though he's held in a lighter mood by Rennar rather then by personal will. He does turn around again, pondering if Rennar had spotted someone they knew. "That would be the Hune event, or another? She was rather good at the Hune event," that smile broadens. "Why, between Turail, that other Shienaran, and Daric competing for her attention..."

Celesia stops her retreat and smiles brightly if a bit uncertainly at Rowen and Calysto. "Oh, not at all! I.. didn't want to intrude."

Tebrya continues standing there, watching Rennar and Demonder. At the least, they'll have to do a neat dandce around her when they stand to go - she's quite willing to wait.

Calysto didn't see if there was anything to be an intrusion upon. A small nod to the lady. "It's all right. "

Maudine tosses back some more wine, then catches the look of the burly young man nearby. "Light shine," she addresses him pleasantly enough. He IS a strapping young man...

Rowen shoots a mild glance of appreciation towards his sister and says to Celesia, "Even though you said you were new to the city, I was hoping maybe you could help us out anyway, that is, if you weren't too busy."

Calysto nods in agreement, seeing as she did not know this area well at all.

Her smile growing more certain, Celesia rejoins Rowen and his sister. "Oh, I shall try. I'm not sure how much help I can be, though." She gives a little laugh and turns to Calysto. "I am Celesia," she says, holding out her hand.

Rennar chuckles lightly. "Yes, well... I do believe she was in a bit of a... quandry that night." She shakes her head, still remaining light-hearted, despite the Dark shadow which stands over her and her husband. "Trapped more like."

Calysto says "Oh, Hello."

Calysto takes a firm hold of Celesia's hand, giving it a quick shake before letting go.

Kragar has a hard time meeting the woman's gaze, but smiles well enough. "Light shine, m'lady." He replies, tossing back wine of his own. Maybe it will help him ignore all these people. So many!

Nearly invisible in as he passes through the edges of the crowd, furthest from the bonfire, in his black coat, and with his black hair, the ex-Duke passes Tebrya from behind, and thus, does not notice her. He's made a round past the table and picked up three glasses of wine on his way. Stopping before Demonder and Rennar, his back now to Tebrya, he smiles pleasantly, an odd look in the dancing shadows, his blue eyes gleaming intermittently out of shadow. "Cousin, Rennar." He rasps softly. Its clear the extra glasses are likely intended for Demodner and Rennar.

Rowen adjusts the sleeve of his shirt and smiles hopefully. "We just got into town; we don't even have a place to stay.. temporarily or otherwise."

Celesia smiles at the siblings and says, "Oh, that's an easy one. The Rose and Lion Inn is a lovely place. I even know where it is!"

Calysto looks to Rowen quickly, qetionably, and then to celesia with a hint of gladness. "Really? That's good then... I don't want to think about sleeping anywhere else.." her voice ffaded quietly.

"Going to get out there and dance?" Maudine smiles, gesturing to the many dancers already enjoying themselves.

Rowen nods slightly, "Could you show us where it is?"

Celesia smiles brightly. "Oh, yes. I found it to be quite a warm and inviting place. In fact, I've been spending quite a bit of time in their common room, lately. I've met lots of interesting people there."

Tevric smiles as Deanna's dancing carries her into a position with an arm around him, his chin tilted down at her, "Seems to be, beloved.." Tevric picks her up and whirls her around, the darkness indeed making him an Andoran bolder than usual.

Celesia nods and turns to head to the stables. "Just follow me!"

Kragar shakes his head, looking out at the dance floor with a shudder. "Was'nt planning on it, no. Just heard all the voices through the wall." He gestures with his thumb to a squat building with a large smokestack.

Calysto nods and then looked to Rowen one more time..

Celesia turns back to glance at the siblings again. "Unless you wanted to stay here for a while, that is?" She is a flighty thing, and tends to rush off without thinking.

"It is all rather amusing," Demonder agrees with a chuckle. "And to think that Turail had managed to find the eye of Lady Carinae." It is then that Turail manages to squeeze through Tebrya, Demonder's smile broadening as he looks up. "Cousin, you have the most excellent timing as always." Lifting up one hand away from Rennar, he reaches for both offered glasses, giving the first to Rennar. "I was just telling Renni my confidence in seeing you here this evening."

No way did she! She was tired, and thuroughly embarassed for one night. She followed after Celesia.

Celesia nods again and starts off for the stables.

Borric looks around, slowly, once more, studying the people he could see.

Calysto moves back into the Stables proper.

Celesia moves back into the Stables proper.

Maudine laughs then and nods. "Sounds a bit like me. Though I did hear the cook discussing this event with a few of her staff."

Rowen is normally the same way, equally spontanious. "I'm ready to go if Calysto is." And seeing she was, he follows also.

Rowen moves back into the Stables proper.

Turail cocks an eyebrow, overhearing his name being mentioned in association with Lady Carinae as he took those last few steps by Demonder. He gives up the glasses rather easily, remarking, "Really? And what confidence is that, if I may enquire, cousin?"

Kragar nods grimly, wincing as he swallows an especially large gulp of wine. "Are you a noble in the house?" He asks Maudine a slight bit fearfully. He has brought out a strange reaction in most of the noble ladies..

It is not until Turail comes to Demonder and Rennar that she actually turns her attention away from her husband. Gladly, she accepts the glass of wine, "Turail." She murmurs in a warmed voice. "We were just speaking about you..." She manages to get out, just at the same time as Demonder.

Yes, the darkness, the music, and the wine all have a way of making one bolder. But Deanna hasn't touched a drop of the wine yet; she is merely reveling in the company of this handsome young guardsman who has just recently begun to court her. "I'm glad.." she smiles once she has been set back upon her feet. "Let me know when you are getting tired.."

"The boring married folk have nothing better to do with their time then to gossip," Demonder admits, taking a quick sip of the wine. "We were curious on whether we would see you here," the pause is brief as Demonder dramatically looks to Turail's either side as those pondering out-loud if someone was hanging off of it.

Borric slowly walks over in the direction of Kragar and Maudine, stopping a little distance away from the two...

Tebrya isn't, has moved away as desired, towards the gates out.

"So I gathered." Turail's remark has that amused dryness to it. "Should I be concerened on the specifics of this gossip?" He adds, lifting his wine to his lips, eyes remaining on the seated pair as he imbibs a bit of the house's liquid fruits.

A short laugh comes from the Mistress; Maudine shakes her head in reply to Kragar's question. "No..I am-I am the widow of the House Steward.." her voice grows soft and her laughter fades quickly as she must continually face this painful fact. She quickly downs more of the good wine.

Kragar looks at the woman through his glass as he drinks, continuing even as he lowers the glass. "I am sorry, m'lady." He says in a quiet voice. He shuffles his feet slightly.

Tevric's dark face is beginning to gleam a little with the continued dancing though he's reluctant to cry uncle, he nods, "Aye, I... " he gulps a breath of air, rather thankful Deanna's brought it up so he can confess to being ready to take a seat for a bit, "Could use a bit of a rest I think.. Whooo!" He grins then, "I never knew dancing was so much work."

"The Wheel weaves as it will, blacksmith," Maudine notes drily, lips thinly compressed. "Some choose to hasten its turning for others.."

Kragar nods, and sighs. "Yes, indeed it does, m'lady." He fills his glass again, holding the pitcher out to fill hers as well.

"You should've said something sooner.." Deanna gently chides Tevric, eyes noting his breathiness. She did mention sitting for her own sake as well, as her cheeks are flushed. Dancing can work up quite a sweat, and with the addition of the heat from the nearby crackling bonfire..mmhmm..time to sit out a few. Her arm remains about his waist as they move towards the sidelines where there is a big log to rest upon.

Ah yes..this young blacksmith knows the score--good for him offering her more of an out of her pain. It was either this, or whip out her sword again. Captain Roesone *did* come, after all--perhaps another sparring match..? No, not after she's been drinking as she has been; no besting comes /that/ way.."Thank you.." she murmurs to Kragar.

Demonder's smile broadens into a smirk. "Not at all, we were simply contemplating your social calendar. How did you manage to find Lady Carinae in Caemlyn? She is not down here very often." The curiousity of the young Demonder is far too obvious.

Shaking her head, Rennar chuckles a bit, "Not at all." Her eyes twinkle in a bit of mischief however, "Care to join us? I think there's room enough yet for a third on our bench." With that stated, Rennar already pulls off to the side a bit, tugging Demonder with her, to make room for Turail.

"I hardly noticed with you near me." Tevric retorts with a laugh, drawing a sleeve across his brow, and taking another deep breath. He lets Deanna lead, his arm around her shoulders, her arm around his waist, giving a soft hoot, and adding, "I'm gonna have to try that again sometime. Wow." As they are seated on the log, he glances around rather furtively and kisses her cheek again.

Kragar nods to the woman, setting the pitcher back down. He slugs back more of his own wine, and looks at her for a moment. "I must go back to my work soon, m'lady, but feel free to come to the smithy of you need to talk ever." His words hold only innocence.

Maudine smiles briefly and nods. "That's kind of you..I do not know how long I will remain in Caemlyn..perhaps.."

Borric looks around again, slowly, before he finds himself a seat, somewhere, relaxing.

"My social calendar?" Turail's eyebrow cocks upwards again, as he seats himself in the place provided by Rennar's rearranging of herself and Demonder. "Ah.. the Lady Carinae.." he swirls the wine in his cup, eyes glancing down into it, a sly expression stealing onto his features. "I merely bumped into her on the street.." This said rather too innocently, and contradicted by the crafty glint of his eyes. "Seems she lost a young man, a Master Alcoran who's run off to do some adventuring." This said, Turail raises his glass again. Is that a satisfied smirk on the good man's lips?

Kragar smiles slightly, laying a hand on the table. "Allright, m'lady. Perhaps.." He nods, offering a, "Light shine." He then moves into the stables, back to his work.

Deanna leans against the guardsman, eyes looking out to the ones who still dance. "Well of course you should!" she chuckles softly. "The more you do it, the better you will become. And really, you didn't step on my feet once..though you did come close.." That hand attached to the arm about his waist tweaks him gently.

"Light shine.." Maudine numbly repeats, smiling after the blacksmith. They didn't even exchange names...but no matter.

Shifting his weight, Demonder does make room for Turail. A satisfied grin is expressed at some insight gained, though clearly not enough. He doesn't push it. "Interesting. Her and I go back a little ways," he expresses. "I've yet had the opportunity to congradulate you, Captain. The Queen's Guard treating you well?" He briefly looks to Rennar, teasing tone in full force, "He obviously has /some/ spare time on his hands."

There is a light teasing within Rennar's eyes as she observes Turail and Demonder sparring verbally with one another, "Perhaps.' She comments quietly. She glances about her particular area of the party, tilting her head a bit, "I see the Dark shadow has left us."

Tevric jumps a little as he's the vicitim of a tweaking, retaliating with tickling fingers on Deanna's neck. Quite frisky behavior for Andorans doubtless. "Well, I could try harder next time.." is teased to the seamstress. "Or I could simply take up mermaid hunting.. swimming will doubtless be a less sweaty pastime." The guardsman's brown eyes gleam impishly.

Borric looks around, slowly, seemingly lost in thought.

"Lady Belmond did note she knew you, Cousin." Turail agrees, ignoring completely the remark about free time. He's not going to mention the use of his free time in sending flowers to the Lady, or chasing down clues as to Alcoran's location in order to have further reasons to meet with Carinae. However Rennar's words cause him to look around and back to the pair. Whom does she mean? He looks between the two with a querying expression.

"My sister, Turail, was the young girl you brushed passed to get to us. Her appearance has changed, but her past deeds have not." Rennar smirks more than her fair share as she looks in the direction where Tebrya stood briefly, "She goes by the name of Tebrya Vocer currently." When glacing back to Turail, she places a small emphasis on the last name.

The Mistress notes the man nearby..my he's certainly an edgy one, looking about all the time. She sips her wine as she quietly observes him a bit more, then abruptly rises from her seat and, wineglass still in hand, makes her way away from the merriment, of which she feels no part. She will undoubtedly finish off the rest of her wine before she even gains the Manor doors.

Maudine moves back into the Stables proper.

Demonder nods a bit faintly at Rennar's explination. "After her conviction she was stripped of noble titles. Apparently she found the past-away Master Kael to hold on to and inherit his good name." Demonder's displeasure for this shows.

"You cannot swim in this cold weather, silly man!" Deanna grins, shivering slightly at the tickling of her neck. "Are you thirsty? I could get us something to drink..?"

Tevric chuckles softly at being called 'silly man' though he notices the shiver and possibly attributes it to the growing chill of the evening. "Are you cold?" His brow furrowing somewhat with concern. "No, no.. I should do that for you.. not the other way around.." The guardsman smiles rather fondly.

Turail frows, his good mood all but blasted like the hoar frost before mid day heat. "Light and Salvation.. the man was a fool!" is muttered rather intensely by the blademaster. It might be notiiced even in the flickering light of a dying bonfire by the ultra perceptive that Turail's fist has tightened on his glass, the knuckles beginning to pale with the pressure.

"Cold, with your arm about me?" Deanna winks. "No, love..it was the tickle..but I will let you get me some refreshment, of course. I am a bit thirsty."

"If she thinks I will speak to her, then she has another thing coming." Rennar states quietly, "I do not speak to traitors of the Light, nor do I associate myself with them."

Borric looks around once more, and merely remains seated.

Tevric grins and after one more very furtive glance about, steals the kiss he really wanted from Deanna in haste. "All right beloved. I'll get them.. red or white?" He rises from the log, blocking out a portion of her view of the fire as he looks down at her waiting her choice. He may not be quite as stout as Demonder, but he's not a small fellow either.

"The fact that she still walks under that cheap disguise is proof enough," Demonder concludes, though doesn't finish the logic that he is obviously thinking of. "But regardless, let us not let her spoil the evening... Right?" Demonder watches the glass in Turail's hand a touch too carefully, placing down his own. "It is a matter already dealt with."

The blademaster's fury is nearly tangible, if one could wring blood from a glass, there would be red on his fingers now. Turail is literally beside himself. "It does make me wonder concerning Kael's manner of death, to know he took that /viper/ in." is remarked darkly. And then suddenly realizing he's about to smash that glass in his bare fist, he sets it down rather firmly, in one fell swoop of his hand.

Yes, the guardsman has become quite a thief, but what he steals is usually freely given anyway. Deanna smiles, eyes drinking up his standing form before her. "White would be fine.."

"The Queen would say she's paid her dues, after being stripped of rank and title. To be honest, I wish that more than that had been done to her." Rennar states blandly, but then cuts off her words, "But, I digress. Demonder is right, we should think of other things." With that she reaches into her cloak and pulls out a small box. She hands the box to Demonder, "What do you make of these?" She murmurs quietly

"All right. White it is." Tevric cant resist giving the top of Deanna's head a fond touseling before weaving off through the remaining revellers to get said wine.

Demonder's eyes gleam a hint. "The 'gift' ..." Taking the box from Rennar, he places it on the table and opens it up to reveal the two items within. He takes one out, that curious nature within him spying out each angle of the first ring under the low light of the night. "Rather stunning." He has the lapis eye ring.

Turail is still on the flashpoint of rage, even as Rennar reveals her mysterious items, but sensing himself careening out of control, clamps down the cold silence of the void around himself, and forcing the power of that anger away. He swallows and takes in one long breath, and when its released, those emotions cannot touch him.. only peer in through the glass and wish. He turns his attention to the rings then, coldly analytical.

"More so, curious." Rennar states quietly, furrowing her brow together. "I can't imagine who would give me such lovely items, without a name attached to them." She wrinkles her brow a bit. "It just had my name on them, with no note or anything attached."

Deanna pulls her shawl more tightly round her shoulders and brings her legs up closely to the log as she waits for Tevric to return with the drinks. Hazel eyes are now free to note the others about, but the darkness makes it nigh impossible to clearly identify particular faces other than male or female. The light from the slowly-dimming bonfire paints each face in an almost ethereal orangy glow. The seamstress sighs softly and hugs herself against a sudden chill breeze that blows through.

Borric looks around once more, trying to decide what to do...

While placing down one ring, and picking up the other, Demonder nods to the words previously spoken by Turail. The rings are still his focus, but hard to avoid the death of a friend. "It was a murder," Demonder confirms. "I do not know if Tebrya was in Tar Valon at the time." Moving it toward the nearest point of light, he continues on.

Tevric returns not too long away from the strawberry haired seamstress, a pair of drinks in hand, though he lingers just out of view, watching her for a moment when she doesn't know it. Mental Wow. He shakes his head and finishes his journey, reseating himself next to her and offering one glass. After it's taken, his arm slips back around her shoulders. "You are sure you are not cold?" he asks softly, brows again furrowing.

Rennar presses her lips together as she quietly watches Demonder handle the rings. She does her best to avoid commenting further on Tebrya and her associations.

"Need she have been?" Turail mutters under his breath, which is followed closely by an even softer rasping mutter, "Where the carcass is, so will the vultures gather..." Or in otherwords, where one minion of the Dark is present, there will be two.. or more.

"Well, perhaps just a little bit," Deanna admits, accepting the offered glass. "But the wine will warm me a bit..thank you." She snuggles close, taking advantage of the guardsman's arm about her, then takes a sip of the wine. "I suppose this is Roesone wine.." she comments idly.

"Fair enough," Demonder agrees, murmering that. The ring gets a tighter squeeze between his fingers as he thinks on that issue. Each 'jewel' is placed back into the box. "I am sure the Queen's Guard will watch her close while she is here." Once again, he tries to push those thoughts out, offering a reassured smile to Rennar that doesn't make it. "These are beautiful. They look valuable, at any event. Strange how they would be sent without reason."

"I can't say that it was without reason." Rennar smirks faintly. "Just strange that they were sent at all. I'm wondering if they weren't sent to the wrong place or something, but without a return address I'll never know."

An affectionate resnuggling of Deanna into him even as the seamstress curls up closer results in Tevric setting his wine down untouched and putting both arms around her, laying his chin on the top of her head. "Yes.. it is." He replies rather drowsily, finding it a bit too comfortable to have Deanna pulled up in his arms like this, with a warm fire nearby and a chilling evening to make the embrace that much more comfortable.

Turail nods, his eyes having that vacant coldness which reflects a continuing grip within the void. "Very interesting items, nonetheless." he agrees.

Rennar cannot help but yawn slightly. Rising from her seat, she glancse to the two men sitting with her, "If you both will excuse me, I think I will be returning home. The hour is growing late."