Upstairs Hallway: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You stand in the upstairs hallway. The walls here are also of white stone, and the floor is of white marble tiles. The ceiling has stuccoed geometric designs on it, and banners hang along the walls at various spots. Wooden doors, painted white, lead off the hallway into personal rooms, and one leads off to the servant's hallway. Another door leads into the nursery where the younger girls have their rooms. At the one end of the hall is the staircase leading down to the main floor.

Jeffrin enters the hallway from the staircase in the entry hall.

Jeffrin inspects the floor...

Down on hands and knees, with a bucket of soap and water not too far away, Nirema appears to be scrubbing what looks like to be the last leg of the hallway. Just as Jeffrin ordered, all but that one little spot she's working on does indeed shine - possibly enough to show his reflection.

Jeffrin walks up behind her. "You get the chimney done?"

Nirema keeps on working, not pausing her work as she speaks to Jeffrin, "Aye, that is the first thing I worked on. The paul of soot is where you asked me to leave it." Her voice is softly spoken as she answers.

Jeffrin says "You've done well Renni...I feel I owe you something in reward. How would you like to go out on the town tonight?""

Now this does give Nirema a reason to pause her work, "Out on the town...?" She keeps her voice low, and does not use the appellation 'uncle' while out in the hallway. Confusion is clearly written on her features.

Jeffrin says "Yes...Why did you not know that the festival of Roses will be going on for the next 3 days?"

"I...." Confusion remains upon Nirema's features, "No... I was not aware. I lost track of days..." A large admission for her as her eyes lower. "Nor did I have any hope to attend."

Jeffrin smiles. "Would you like to?"

Such a question to ask Nirema, and one that surely confuses her. Her mind races to come up with an answer, the expression showing completely on her features. "I..." She starts to say, unable to complete her thought. She gives Jeffrin a rather confused look, then finally answeres, "Please, yes..." She seems wary, however, of Jeffrin and his motives.

Jeffrin smiles. "I guess you had better get yourself cleaned up then no? I believe the water in the traugh was just changed. The horse have not been put back up yet so you might be able to clean yourself off there."

Nirema looks away from Jeffrin and his smile, at the comment about the trough. "When do you wish to leave...?" She asks, calculating how long she'll have to get rid of the dirt and grime.

Jeffrin says "You got round 2 hours Renni. Make um count."

Nirema nods her head slowly, "I will get cleaned after I have finished 'your' floor." Inside, she has to be screaming over saying that particular line. She dips the brush back into the bucket and goes back to scrubbing the section that still needs to be done.

But know it or not...that was exactly the thing to say to get him off her case...He nods with a smile. "I shall see you in a few dear." That said he goes to get ready

Nirema turns briefly to glance after Jeffrin, letting out a sigh of relief. Carefully, she continues to scrub the floor, making certain no spots linger. Her bandaged hands are not entirely used to such work, but she's put her will and determination in not being completely crushed.

Jeffrin leaves the hallway via the stairs to the entry hall.

Eventually, after all her work done, and she is cleaned up, Nirema (aka Rennar) ends back up in her small room, awaiting Jeffrin to leave for the festival.

Master_Jester enters the room from the hallway.

BeggarWoman appears to have gotten as cleaned up as possible, under the conditions she's been allowed. She glances at the door when it opens, her brow knitting together.

Master_Jester comes in a brass walking cane in one hand and a long leather leash in the other. "I have something to add to your costume my dear."

BeggarWoman's eyes widen as 'Jeffrin' comes in with the leash. Again, confusion touches her eyes, "A leash...?" Concern also starts to sketch a path across her features. She licks her lips, looking a bit nervous.

Master_Jester says "and why not? I am doing you a favor...maybe if you know what it is like to be a dog...you'll stop fearing them the way you do aye?" Master_Jester throws you the leash. "Put it on."

Pain creases her features at Jeffrin's remark, looking almost as if struck, "There is nothing that will make me stop fearing them..." Her comment is quietly spoken, and resolute. Her shoulders sag a bit as she glances down at the collar and leash, assuming there's a collar with it. Gingerly, she reaches down and picks up the piece of leather and wraps it about her own neck, shivering slightly as she does so.

Master_Jester smiles. "That's a good girl. The conditions of you getting to go out tonight are that you will wear it...and if anyone asks...you will like it. You got me?"

Slowly, the ragged woman that is Rennar nods her head, "Yes... I understand." Her shoulders droop once more, after finishing with the clasp and buckle.

Master_Jester says "are you ready to go out on the town my dear?"

BeggarWoman turns her eyes to the door, giving it a longing look. Careful as not to look /too/ eager, she nods her head, "If you are... aye."

Master_Jester says "remember dear...no funny stuff. I am an evil man afterall."

Master_Jester winks from behind his masque as he takes hold of your leash and leads you out

Master_Jester opens the door and walks into the Hallway.

Jeffrin, or Master_Jester, leads Rennar the BeggarWoman out of the house and into the streets...

Crown of Roses Avenue: Inner City, Caemlyn

This portion of the Inner City is filled with large structures of gleaming white stone, roofed in tiles of purple, red and azure. White walls divide small expanses of lush lawn, and golden domes and tall spires rise to the heavens.

The sounds of crickets chirping and laughter from a nearby inn interrupt the quiet of twilight. Leaves of gold, red and brown are blown through the streets of the Inner City by chill autumn breezes. The fragrant scent of a fire burning fills the air. White Lion Way, a narrow street paved in white stone, leads off to the southwest, and Crown of Roses Avenue, also paved in white stone, leads to the west.

Contents:
Master_Jester
Halice

Master_Jester comes walking out of Tiras Lorn...dog curiously missing. However on this particular occassion, he has a new pet which he is currently walking on his leash

BeggarWoman carefully and quietly moves along beside, or not far from,

Master_Jester. The hood on her outfit seems to be pulled up enough that most of her features are obscurred.

Demonder pulls open the carved oaken doors leading from Roesone Manor and enters the avenue.

Master_Jester heads along down the street, beggar woman in tow.

A Lord that has seen better times, Demonder makes his way out of the Roesone Manor in a storm. His purple cloak lifts high with the speed of his strides, there is no custome on him. The air of danger is clear around him, however, Demonder's hand on the shaft of his axe as he walks. Red, tired and angry eyes search the street.

BeggarWoman only gives Demonder and Halice cursory glances as she moves along beside, or not too far away from, Master_Jester. She dares not lag behind, her legs moving as quickly as his strides make her.

Master_Jester continues to lead the BeggarWoman, arriving at the....

The Queen's Plaza: Inner City, Caemlyn

A large, oval-shaped plaza, paved with pristine white stones faces the tall gates of the Royal Palace. Spires and golden domes can be seen from over the walls.

A few Queen's Guards, clothed in red undercoats with long white collars, patrol the perimeter of the Palace. The red, yellow and browns of autumn blanket the patches of lawn here in the Queen's Plaza. The first chill breezes of winter bite at your cheeks. The tall, gilded gates of the Royal Palace are guarded by a group of Queen's Guards. White stone-paved roads lead to the south and to the northeast.

Contents:
Master_Jester
Falco
Sara
Kirsten
Mr.Wolf
TheCrow

Sara continues to play the tune for a few more beats, then winds it down to a triumphent finale, ending it in a "thud" kind of note. Much to the pleasure of the crowd, which is clapping their priase, Sara bows with a flourish of her gleeman's cloak before weeding her way through the crowd towards Mr.Wolf and Kirsten.

Falco takes off silently and lands apon sara's shoulder.

Mr.Wolf laughs and smiles as Sara returns "Well done, Mistress Gleeman."

Kirsten watches Sara with a soft expression, though not overly warm. She seems keep on keeping tabs on the 'Wolf', or the person in the wolf's costume.

Master_Jester comes walking into the plaza at a brisque pace with the Beggarlady in tow. He seems intent on one of the nearby novelty shops and stops there to browse for a little while

Sara's smile turns to a frightful expression as the large bird lands on her shoulder. Instinctively she bats a hand at the bird and ducks back and away from it, "Shoooo! You crazy bird!"

Mr.Wolf can't help but laugh at Sara and the bird's antics!

TheCrow chuckles slightly from his secluded corner in the plaza.

Falco squaks then lands just a couple of feet away. And cockes it's head back. It dosn't seem to be in malace but it almost looks like it wants to dance also.

BeggarWoman's eyes are open wide at all the various costumes and things. She walks as Master_Jester walks and stops where he stops. Her features are cowled behind a hood, partially concealing her features.

Sara sniffs at the bird, brushing off her shoulders and checking her cloak for tears. "Whoever in the world owns that bird outta make it into stew.. or maybe.." she gets a devious glint to her eyes, "I found dinner for tonight.. its been a long journey to Caemlyn from Fal Moran." she says, turning those eyes to the bird.

Falco seems to understand and takes off into the sky.

Elara walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Master_Jester selects a leather hat from one of the racks and turns to the Beggar he has on a leash. "What do you think of it dear? Worth buying?"

Mr.Wolf grins at Sara "Mistress Gleeman... I think I'm on to the secret of your identity... we knew each other in Tar Valon... you were a child then."

BeggarWoman's eyes move toward the bird insisting on taking part in the festivities. A brow raises slightly toward it. Carefully, she looks about the streets, taking in those taking part in the festivities. A soft sigh escapes her lips, then her attention is taken back to the Master_Jester and whatever it is he points out. She narrows her eyes slightly, tilting her head to the side to get a better look at what it is he points out.

Kirsten quirks a brow at the Wolf, "Who is she...?" Her voice holds quiet question.

Israfel leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Queen strides to the Songbird.

Kragar walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Master_Jester says "I think I shall buy it."

Decklar walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Master_Jester proceeds to purchase the thing from a nearby vendor. It is put into a small sack which Jester promptly hand to the Beggar woman to carry. "On to the next store shall we?"

Decklar walks in and glances at the sky.

Mr.Wolf grins down at Kirsten sitting next to him... "Havn't gotten that far yet... but I'm getting closer.... A child in Tar Valon, which narrows it down. The riddle mentions a doll. taken by a cloak....

Sara laughs gleefully as the bird flies off, brushing her hands off at a job well done. Her attention turns back to Mr.Wolf and she nods to him, a kind of bow, "Aye, that we did. You are one step closer." she admits, only to ask, "How about another song then? Your choice..." she says to Kirsten sitting there next to Mr.Wolf

Decklar then moves to the side of the festivites and tells the people close by that they might want to move about 2 yard away.

Queen blinkblinks. "Sara? Little Sara?"

*****

DESC OF RENNAR'S COSTUME:

BeggarWoman

This odd seeming figure has an indiscriminate age, its features marred by dirt and grime. A bald head, shaved recently, shows an oddly shaped crown - it too marked with dirt and grime as well. Haunting green eyes peer out beneath all that filth, expressing a deep inner sadness, and keen knowledge of something come to pass - or a sense of doom.

Ill-fitting rags hang losely off of this ragged form, sex indisguishable from inside the filthy shroud. A hood sometimes can sometimes be seen perched over its head, hiding its eyes from those about it. There are no coverings upon its feet, also covered in dirt and filth, and there is an indiscriminate stench which permeates the air whenver the figure looms too closely to anyone nearby. Currently, that odor seems to be mixed with some sort of mild soap, making the smell a little less on the nostrils than before. Its hands are wrapped in dirty and grimy bandages, looking as if it were recently injured. A collar appears wrapped around its neck, and snapped on a ring is a leash which is held by Master_Jester.

*****

ButterFly enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

BeggarWoman blinks slightly as the sack is thrust in her direction. Before it drops from Master_Jester's hands, she takes it and carefully holds it, following along after him, leashed as she is.

Kragar shakes his head at the festivites, not feeling festive and moves on.

Kragar is provided with an armed escort while on the Palace grounds, and any weapons are taken.

ButterFly merrily trips into the Queen's Square, her eyes wide at all of the sights. She self-consciously adjusts her wings and mask, before moving further into the thick of things.

Decklar pulls out a long leather rope about 5' in lenght. And looks back up into the sky.

Queen nearly runs to the glee.. person?

Sara turns at the sound of her name mentioned, eyes falling on the Queen. She tilts her head to the side a moment in ponderence, then smiles as recongnition dawns, "Elara? Is that.. really you?" she asks, somewhat in disbelief.

Queen says "You're sooo big! When did you grow up on me? I must seem positively ancient..."

Master_Jester does indeed move on to the next store. This one selling assorted forms of tabac. Jester is a big smoker so he decides to see what's available to him...begaar lady in tow of course.

Mr.Wolf blinks "I've got it! "

Decklar wistles loudly and the hawk in the sky lets out a screech.

Mr.Wolf says "SARA!"

Almost absently, BeggarWoman's eyes move to the crowd at a familiar voice being spoken. Her eyes unobtrusively follows the woman who runs toward the gleeperson, a brow lifting behind a her hood. From stall to stall she moves, never really getting to see much of those about her except in snippets.

Rolling on a lazy breeze, a small scrap of paper flutters along the paving stones.

Sara curses softly under breath as Mr.Wolf behind her shouts out her name, not making her look overly happy that the mystery was given away to him. Yet she puts on a bright, warm smile to Queen, "Aye, I've grown up on a lot of people recently." she then waves aside the Queen's comment about being ancient, "Not any more so than Mr.Wolf over there." she jams a thumb in his direction.

Mr.Wolf grins at Kirsten proudly "I figured it out love... that's little Sara, ward of Neri's. The cloak in the riddle is a Child of the Light, or White Cloak who took a doll from her for some reason or another. caused a bit of a rucous if I remember rightly..."

Decklar starts to swing the rope in a circle parralell to his body. You notice a ball of something at then end.

The falcon turns and does what almost looks like a back flip and dives after the bait.

Decklar smiles as he sees Falco comming down.

Mr.Wolf grins at Kirsten as he calls to Sara "I heard that!"

Kirsten winces as her husband speaks up loudly, "Rashan, must you really yell...?" She chuckles lightly at the Wolf, glancing askance to Sara, "A pleasure to meet you, Sara'

Mr.Wolf grins wolfishly "sorry, Love"

Sara turns so she can address Mr.Wolf and Kirsten, smiling, "It is good to see you again, Ras.. um, Mr.Wolf." then to Kirsten, "The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Litare." she offers with a bow fit for a queen.

Master_Jester looks to the beggar woman as he selects the brand of tabac he is in the mood for. "You ever smoked any of this stuf my dear?"

Mr.Wolf grins, obvoiusly having a good time. "That's a song you owe us, lass"

Kragar walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Kragar leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

BeggarWoman glances away from looking longingly toward the festivities and away from the merchant stalls taking advantage of this happy moment. "No, I have not...." She answers Master_Jester.

Queen says "Rashan? You too?"

Decklar picks up the speed of the spinning rope. As falco dive bombs the end his talons out looking razar sharp.

Sara nods and winks to Mr.Wolf, "A bet is a bet, however, we never said /when/ I'd sing you that song. I shall play one for you before the festival is done."

Queen says "Light. At least it won't be dull..."

Just at Falco hits the bait Decklar tugs on it and falco turns and tries to fly higher.

Mr.Wolf grins at Sara "done!"

Decklar booms "Falco release." The bird drops the bait and start to regain altitude.

Mr.Wolf turns to Queen "Aye, me as well, Elara... " he indicates his wife "I believe you've met my wife, Kirsten...?"

ButterFly makes her way over to the wine stall, taking a goblet of wine into one hand, and sipping, while curiously watching the falconer at his work.

Master_Jester laughs as he pays the vendor for the puch of tabac and proceeds to hand the bag to the beggar woman to carry. "Well maybe that is yet another thing I shall have to take care of during our time together." That said, he gives the leash another tug and it is off to the next store.

Queen says "I seem to recall a bet about a dinner..."

Decklar reaches into his pouch and pulls out a piece of meat.

Kirsten nods her head graciously toward the Queen, murmuring quietly as she rubs her protruding belly. "Aye, we have met once or twice."

Mr.Wolf laughs "Yes... dinner... well, I lost that bet. Though, I think I won in the long run."

The falconier tosses it into the sky and the bird turns back and snaches it before the meat even begins it's fall back to the earth.

Mr.Wolf grins and gives Kirsten's shoulders another gentle hug

The pennant of the White Lion waves briskly in the breeze.

a small crowd begins to gather around the falconier but still giving him plenty of room to work.

It might be something imagined, but the BeggarWoman seems to have flinched at the words of the Master_Jester. Reluctantly she moves along as she's tugged along, dragging behind as much as she possibly can with that damnable leash. Again her eyes skirt those along the streets, a mixed sense of hope and dire resolution in her eyes.

Queen says "I should think it will not be a happy occasion for us all. A lordling on my spear I do intend."

Mr.Wolf blinks at Elara. "uh... riiight...." glances sideways at Kirsten in question.

Kirsten chuckles lightly at the Wolf's words, murmuring gently, "I think we bo-." Her words suddenly cut off and a cry is let out. Her face crinkles in pain.

Master_Jester stops at yet another store. This one selling dining room tables...ok ok that's a joke beggarwoman. It is a toy store actually...a most intriguing little shop. He loosens the leash a bit to allow the beggarwoman better access to the shop and its delights.

Queen says "Good eve."

Queen strides off towards teh Palace.

Mr.Wolf blinks at Kirsten, with a suprised expression on his face under the mask "What is it?!"

Queen is provided with an armed escort while on the Palace grounds, and any weapons are taken.

The young woman who cried out continues to wince in pain a few moments more, then her face goes pale. The pained expression is replaced by that which loks ot be surprise, "I... I think we're going to have a baby."

ButterFly sips at her wine, still watching the wheeling falcon, as she moves further into the crowd of revelers.

Mr.Wolf uhs and kind of stutters a bit before finnally getting out "w-w-w-we are?"

BeggarWoman continues along with Master_Jester. She takes no interest in the shop at all. She blinks, eyes moving toward the noise that was cried out, her expression of concern hidden behind the recesses of the hood of her rags.

Decklar chuckles "Let me introduce my self. My name is Decklar and i will be your falconier for the evening.

Mr.Wolf grins stupidly and turns to the croud "Hey, we're going to have a baby!"

Decklar points to the sky and my feathered friends name is Falco.

Kirsten gives a very slow, and very calculated nod, "Very soon...." Her eyes widen slightly as the sudden realization o fit all hits her.

Master_Jester moves quietly through the shelves and displays...searching for a good gift perhaps. he doesn't seem to be paying attention to much else at the moment

ButterFly glances curiously over to the Wolf man, yelling out festively, "Congratulations." She then takes a closer look at the woman who accompanies him, and somehow realizes that the event will be a bit sooner than she previously thought.

Decklar starts to swing the bait over his head this time.

Mr.Wolf turns his stupid grin back on his wife and then starts to look a bit paniced "We're going to have a baby! "

Mr.Wolf blinks "But... I don't know anythign about birthing a baby!"

The falcon turns back and screeches charging the bait.

Mr.Wolf says to Kirsten "How soon is soon?"

An orange tabby cat finds a spot on top of the gate where he can laze in the sun.

Decklar reaches into his pouch and produces and what looks to be a bolt <ammo for a cross bow> and throws it as hard as he can in the birds direction.

Kirsten blinks up at the Wolf, "This is our first, how should I know...?" She nearly snaps that out. Hormones, you know. She breathes in a labored fashion, and then the color seems to return to her features a bit, "At least... that passed. I hope there are going to be no more lik-...." But before she can finish her words, another cry of pain escapes her lips.

Suddenly you relize that is if your watching the the falconier that he has much more rope then you thought.

Mr.Wolf looks a bit more paniced as Kirsten hits another contraction. "Can you make it back to the Inn, Love?"

Just as the bolt hits the ground Decklar lets the bait fly forward. Falco turns and fold his wings back and extends his talons.

Falco nails the bait with his talons this time and brings it to the ground. As he lands he raises his wings and seems to be puffing himself up at the same time concealing his catch.

Kirsten winces slightly, shaking her head back and forth, "I don't htink so..."

Decklar commands the bird "Falco return."

The Falcon takes the bait in his talon and flies it back to his master droping the bait in his master's outstreached hand.

Mr.Wolf says "Oh.... Blood and ashes" He calms himself and tries to think. He glances about the square at all the people walking by "a healer... we need a healer... " He raises his voice to the croud "Does anyone know of a Wise Woman close by?""

BeggarWoman starts to take a few steps toward the couple having problems, but is stopped when she reaches the end of her 'leash'. She worries her lower lip with her teeth and simply watches, helplessly.

Decklar chuckles and lifts his right hand and lets the falcon land.

Master_Jester says "you would like to help them my sweet little bag lady?"

Decklar drops the bait and reaches into his pouch and pulls another piece of meat from his pouch and tosses it to the bird.

A small child starts to come out of the circle that has formed around Decklar but his mother stops him.

"There is nothing that I could do to help... even if I wanted." The BeggarWoman's voice is soft, almost imperceptible to any but the Master_Jester. Her eyes still follow the course of what is going on, however, taking in everything carefully.

Kragar enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

Decklar chuckles as he see's the boy and walks over to him. He kneels down and says "It's alright lad. Would you like to see falco closer."

Master_Jester says "good then you won't mind me keeping my distance...You may watch though. I'm feeling generous"

Master_Jester goes back to looking at the toy soldiers...

The pennant of the White Lion waves briskly in the breeze.

BeggarWoman glances back at the Master_Jester. Something of an annoyed expression touches her features as he turns his back. She looks as if she /might/ dare stick her tongue out at him, but she does not.

"Rashan... can you lower me to the ground, or help me...?" Kirsten's voice comes in an almost urgen manner, "I do not want our child to drown should I fall in the fountain!"

The boy turns and shy's away.

Mr.Wolf can't help himself... he starts to chuckle. "Good thinking love..." he gently helps her to the ground, trying to make her as comfortable as possible.

ButterFly blinks at the spectacle, making her way over to the wolf man and his wife, "Is there aught that I can do for you?"

Mr.Wolf glances up at the beutful butterfly and says slightly shortly "If you're a healer, yes. If not, then finding one would be nice."

Decklar chuckles "With the crowd gathering it will make my falcon here a little skitish so I will not demostrate much more. But if you have any questions or such or would like a closer look i'll be glade to oblige.

ButterFly shakes her head, "No...I can try to find one, though?"

Mr.Wolf nods "I would appreciate that." he holds onto Kirsten's hand, to comfort her through the contractions.

Decklar looks about at all the shy people. "Well i guess not. Then i will take my bird home." Nods and heads for the palace.

Decklar is provided with an armed escort while on the Palace grounds, and any weapons are taken.

Falco leaves with Decklar.

Paendrag enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

KRAGAR'S VIEWING: He is a sneak and a spyH. e's probably doomed to die betrayed. Or, to step into some dark trap very soon that will nearly gobble him up.

ButterFly slips off into the crowd, her wings fluttering behind her.

ButterFly leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

The young woman, now helped on the ground, clutches at her stomach, "Please. find someone..." She gasps in a husky breath, then lets out another sharp scream. With this one, she reaches out a hand and grips the Wolf's arm in something similar to a vice grip.

Mr.Wolf winces at the grip "Hold on love... the nice butterfly lady has gone to find us one..."

Kragar notes the way the young lady is acting and begins to move in her direction.

Dressed in simple clothes, a couple with a small child close to hand peer awe-struck at the shining Palace.

As the BeggarWoman travels along with Master_Jester, she suddenly stops in her tracks, the leash likely tugging at her a small bit until the Jester sees that she's planted in one spot. Her eyes appear to be on Kragar, something glinting inside the hood that she wears. As he moves, they travel along with him, a strange mix of curiosity and fear touching her features.

Bottom walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Bottom walks in very happily.

Bottom dances around with a couple of the people as he walks though the crowd laughing.

Kragar notes the odd womans attention and stops...watching her. his mannerism becomes slightly defensive and his sword seems to fit a little better now while before it seemed to just get in the way.

Paendrag comes thumping down the street, cloak pushed back over his breastplate. He blinks at the commotion, however.

Bottom walks up to the flashy man and neighs in his face.

Paendrag blinks at Bottom. "Hello, ass." he cocks a grin at him.

Bottom chuckles "Greeting sir... Let me guess you came as a peacock?"

Mr.Wolf grasps Kirsten's hand as he crouches by her side, and glances nervously into the croud, searching for sign of the butterfly's return.

Paendrag hmphs jokingly. "How dare you speak to the High King like that. Bah."

Bottom says "You know flashy but about as dumb as a turkey?"

ButterFly enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

Bottom laughs out loud.

ButterFly flutters back into the Plaza, an old, wizened woman in tow. She leads the woman quickly through the crowd, and toward where Kirsten and Mr.Wolf are.

Kragar has lost the fact that he's in a crowd and is watching the BeggarWoman intently...wondering at her actions.

A middle aged woman follows the butterfly and makes her way over to Kirsten and Mr.Wolf's side. Dressed in a sencible skirts and blouse, she has the air of a mother about her... and one who takes no nonsence. "I hear there's a baby comming... My name is Louisa. " She glances at Mr. Wolf "Move aside man, let me through..." She practicly shoves Mr.Wolf out of her way as she crouches beside Kirsten and begins to examine her.

ButterFly trots over to the Sweetmeant booth, demanding in dulcet tones, "Water, man! We need water, and lots of it!"

Louisa smiles down at Kirsten as she looks her over, gently feeling her forehead for temperature, feeling her stomache to check the tenceness of the muscles "It'll be allright lass. I'm here to help you... what's your name?"

Kirsten continues to claw at Rashan's arm, her face now going red instead of pale, "It hurts!" She speaks through clenched teeth. "Why'd I /ever/ come up with that silly bet, i'll never know."

Mr.Wolf just hovers over Louisa's shoulder, probably being more of a nuisence than anything else...

Paendrag just sort of looks at Bottom, then grins and shakes his head. He looks toawrds the woman having her baby, though, and just stays well out of the way. Very much so.

Kragar is oblivious to the entire spectacle.

ButterFly rushes back through the crowd from the sweetmeat both, having a hard time carrying two large buckets of water, sloshing most of the hot liquid upon the cobblestones.

Louisa continues calmly "I know it hurts lass... it'll be ok... just try and relax... " She speaks automaticly in a calming tone, the words not really important just so long as she keeps talking. She says to Mr.Wolf "You, Wolfie... we'll need some cloths or something to go with the water Madam Butterfly is bringing... preferably something clean?"

Bottom chuckles and starts to walk to the birthing sesion but decieds he is the last thin a new born should see.

Osbourne walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Paendrag's just peering. Hopefully, they'll get the woman of the street and somewhere comfortable in time. He winces a little, then glanecs around, adjusting his cloak.

Bottom walks over to the emerging guard and looks right into his face his nose almost touching the guard Osbourne

The soothing words seem to start taking effect. Kirsten's grip on the Wolf lets go a bit, allowing him to move away if necessary. She closes her eyes tightly, a soft whimpering coming from her throat.

A small flock of birds peck at a handful of seed that someone has scattered on the stones.

Bottom neighs loudly.

Mr.Wolf glances at Kirsten and hesitates before hurrying away towards a vender selling cloths.

A group of festively clad men and women dance through the Plaza, hands linked into a chain, singing at the top of their voices.

Bottom stares at Osbourne waiting to see what he will do.

Mr.Wolf grabs some rather expensive scarves and cloths, tossing a fair amount of coins at the merchant, not even bothering to haggle! He rushes back to the wise woman, handing her the scarves and cloths...

Kragar stops in his tracking noticing this..attention. He tenses. Any who know him notice a sharp change in his posture and the way he carries his sword he seems like he can use that blade now unlike before when it was merely an ornament. His hackles are up, so to speak.

Master_Jester stops as his little beggar woman seems to find something interesting. Eyes scan the crowd for the source of her interest

Osbourne seems to be fixed in stone so the ass goes on to flirt and tease with more lively people

Mr.Wolf returns to grasping Kirsten's hand, while Louisa continues to speak calmingly to Kirsten.

Another howl breaks the current mood of the festivities, as Kirsten lets out another scream with her contraction. Sweat starts to bead on her brows, though she tries to keep herself calm at Mistress Louise's whisperings.

A rather good size crowed gathers around the woman that is in labor crowding around her and her helpers.

Songbird glides through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Paendrag winces at the next scream, though he stays away from it to let the owman do her thing. He looks around again, then grins and wanders further away, arms at his sides.

Nicodemus walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

BeggarWoman's attention continues to remain on Kragar, then she breaks it off, lowering her eyes and stepping toward where the leash was being pulled - though every now and again she manages to glance over her shoulder at him.

Louisa situates Kirsten on the ground in a more comfortable possition, and one slightly more conductive to child birthing. "All right now lass... you're doing fine... doing fine. When the next one comes, I want you to push... can you do that? Can you push for me?"

ShepherdBoy wanders over towards the birth crowd and with a demanding tone, and a judicious push or poke of his Shepherd's crook, "Give the woman some room, for Light's sake."

A young woman with a basket of roses on one arm walks slowly through the plaza, singing a soft song that hawks her fragrant wares in a delightful way.

Songbird leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Mr.Wolf grabs one of the scarves he brougth and uses it to whipe the sweat off of Kirsten's brow.

Nicodemus keeps his attention focused on the one he follows. From time to time he will spare a glance to the way ahead, or of to one side or another.

Bottom leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Nicodemus leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Kragar now follows BeggarWoman with his eyes wondering what she recognizes in him. He slowly begins to move in her direction. Oblivious to the child birth, the costumes and the crowd.

Kirsten nods her head slowly, yet emphatically, "I... I can try..." She glances toward the Wolf for a bit of support, eyes locking on his a moment.

Greydon strides through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Master_Jester pulls the beggar woman closer to him. The 2 of them head for a nearby saddle shop. Once there he stops and speaks quietly to her.

Mr.Wolf nods encouragingly to Kirsten and grasps her hands "I'm here love... we can do this..."

Master_Jester whispers "What do you see in him dear? Tell your old uncle will you?"

ButterFly stands off a ways from the birthing couple, although clear curiosity shines in her eyes.

BeggarWoman pulls her attention completely away from Kragar as she's pulled along by the Master_Jester. She blinks at him, eyes widening slightly as they travel around the corner.

GreyOwl leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

A couple of young children, one dressed as a cat and the other dressed as a mouse, chase each other playfully through the Queen's Plaza. The cat meows playfully and grabs an apple off of a fruit vendors stand, and takes off when the Vendor, dressed like a Cairhien dancing woman shoos him off kindly.

Master_Jester senses "BeggarWoman shifts slightly where she stands, "See...? How do you mean...?" A haunted expression enters her eyes though, showing she may have 'seen' something."

Kragar stops some distance from Master Jester and the BeggarWoman but he's watching them now. And unlike his usual watching of people he is fairly obvious. He thinks to himself, what could of brought frtha reaction like that from this woman?

Master_Jester looks to Kragar. "Something we can help you with sir?"

Master_Jester whispers "Ah come on...tell your old uncle before he sicks the dogs on you dear."

Nature is a cruel and hard master, particularly on women who get expect to bear children. The next contraction comes and as it does, Kirsten bears forth which she can, pushing as asked of her. Again, another howl echos from her lips, though this one with less umph behind it as she concentrats on another task.

Kragar looks back at the Jester, "Yes....your companion seems to have recognized me or something to that affect I was wondering if we knew one another.

A eye-wrenchingly dressed Tinker woman, standing near a band of her folk, stands up, and begins dancing the Tirganza, to much applause by the menfolk.

Master_Jester shakes his head. "No, you don't know her...now be a good fellow and get on about your business."

Louisa nods encouraginly to Kirsten "that's right lass... that's right. A few more good ones like that, and you'll be a mother... " She grabs a few of the cloths Wolf bought, and puts them to use.

BeggarWoman's eyes widen at something Master_Jester says, though the complete reaction is hidden within the folds of her hood. She remains facing Jester for a few brief moments, enough to get herself composed.

Kragar looks at the Jester and raises an eyebrow, at this rather blunt dismissal, "It is good that you feel the need to speak for her...friend. You may want to exercise a more polite tone with people. You are the one dressed like a Fool after all." He then turns on his heel and walks away. For such a little man he actually seems somewhat intimidating the crowd at some points parts for him.

You whisper "Pure fright enters the BeggarWoman's eyes at those words, her eyes widening just a bit. She takes a moment to get composed, and looks briefly in Kragar's direction, enough to get another glimpse at him. She licks her lips before beginning, "He is not one to be trusted. As you believe that I am a rat, a nuissance, he is a rat in another sense, a sneaky sense, and perhaps dangerous to certain groups." Her voice is shakey as she reveals this informatin to her uncle." to Master_Jester.

A couple of large Miners from the Mountain of Mists get into a heated argument over who is the strongest. Honeybee, passing by at the moment, suggest that the two of them settle their differences with an arm-wrestling match. The two miners clasp hands like best friends and wander off to do just that.

The wise woman remains a calming force during the birthing process as she skillfully guide Kirsten with calming words and hands.

Kirsten heaves a few deep breaths, pulling her strength together, and gives another good push, grunting more this time than screaming.

A street sweeper comes by to keep the streets their pristine white.

Mr.Wolf continues to offer his own encouraging words of support ans he mops Kirsten's brow.

Master_Jester smiles and pets the Beggar woman on the shoulder. "It would seem I was right not to let you go afterall. Is there anything here...in this festival that you would like?"

Osbourne strolls up the street, and into the Plaza, then freezes. "Ooh. Uh. Oops." He says to himself, looking down at his clothes. "I ... uh oh."

BeggarWoman closes her eyes briefly, composing herself a bit more, she counts to ten. Afterwards she opens her eyes again, shaking her head at the Jester's words, "No, thank you..." She keeps her tone polite, and her voice to a whispering tone.

Kragar wanders through the crowd stopping at a vendor here and there but occasionall keeps his eye on the odd (even for this crowd) couple. The fact that he is uncostumed doesn't seem to bother him for some reason.

Master_Jester smiles from behind his masque. "Well dear...you may have the pleasure of leading us about for a few minutes."

Louisa checks on things and says to Kirsten "Come one lass... one more should do it... I can see the little one's head... come on... give me one more good push...."

At Louisa's encouragement, Kirsten takes another breath then sits up a bit in a position that better helps her 'push'. Another little grunting sound of a mother giving birth can be heard in her direction.

ButterFly enters the Striped Tent.

Kragar wanders around and finds a toy amongst the vendors. Assuming Mr.Wolf is..ahem connected to this child he absently hands it to the man, more to help distract Mr. Wolf than anything else. He then continues his walk/watching that he was doing earlier.

ShepherdBoy leans closer to get a good look at the birthing process in humans. He shakes his head slightly, out of surprise, when he notices it isn't much different from the procedure that sheep follow. He still pokes and prods with his crook if the crowd threatens to get to close to the howling woman.

BeggarWoman gives Master_Jester an odd look, then murmurs quietly, casting her eyes downward, "There is no place in particular that I would like to go. I am happy enough simply following you about, if you don't mind."

Feylan walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Joiram arrives with Feylan.

Feylan glances about the plaza, wearily eyeing the costumed patrons.

Master_Jester smiles and leans down to whisper.

Master_Jester whispers "The pet shop perhaps?"

One of the guardsmen at the gates gives a rather ragtag young boy a suspicious look.

Louisa makes soothing comments as she helps to birth the baby.... as the end of the last contraction from Kirsten, she starts smiling "Ah... there we go... there we go...." She rises up with a newborn child in her arms. "wolfie, a cloth for the child, if you please..."

BeggarWoman crinkles her brow at Master_Jester at his question, pressing her lips together. She gives a small shrug of her shoulders, She mutters to Master_Jester, "... is... would... go, though... would... to... I... to... you... me... stand."

Master_Jester senses "BeggarWoman crinkles her brow at Master_Jester at his question, pressing her lips together. She gives a small shrug of her shoulders, "If that is where you would like to go, though I would like to remain outside. I promise to stay wherever you wish me to stand.""

Feylan mutters to Joiram, "... people..."

Mr.Wolf starts and grabs one of the expensive cloths and helps the woman wrap his newborn child in the cloth. While the wisewoman sees to cutting the life cord to the mother, he smiles down at the little child.

Ladycat walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

ButterFly stands and leaves Striped Tent.

A faint look of relief washes over Kirsten's features as the child shows itself finally. Then, something odd occurs... Kirsten lets out another scream, almost like the contractions were still occuring.

Feylan peers intently through the crowd.

Ladycat wanders into the plaza and peers throught he crowd at the mayhem.

Paendrag's definately staying away from the child and mother, yep. He's somewhere else a ways from her, talkingwith some festive youths.

Master_Jester frowns behind his masque. She's not being any fun. "Have it your way." That said he tugs on that leash and the 2 of them are off. This time seemingly headed for a clothes shop

Mr.Wolf blinks at looks at the wise woman "What's happening? I thought it was done?"

Kragar though in all black and unmasked in this garish crowd manges to blend with it using others flash to cover him. He seems to be watching now. He's been put on alert by the BeggerWomans reaction to him and is still curious...and intends to find out why she reacted that way.

Feylan, looking about for the source of the scream and finally finding the birthing woman, walks calmly towards her.

Louisa glances at the Wolf like he's stupid "she's having another... now hush and let me see to her. This may be hard on her." The child in Mr. Wolf's arms begins to cry out with rather strong lungs.

BeggarWoman follows along, glancing only once toward the couple who are birthing the child... or children. She chews on her lower lip and moves with the Jester, keeping her eyes mostly lowered as if she didn't particularly want to look at anyone.

ShepherdBoy starts to move off, to give the new family some privacy, but turns back as the screaming commences again. A somewhat worried look in the set of his mouth. He keep his shepherd's crook handy to encourage those who get too close to decide to move on to other attractions of the festival.

"An... another...?!" Kirsten gives the healer woman an astonished look, "But there's just one right...not two.. surely your mistaken...?"

Ladycat , trying to move sinuously but really managing to look self-concious, moves to stand by Butterfly.

Feylan reaches the side of the birthing woman. Bending down, he asks "Need any help? I helped me da birth some horses once."

The colorfully clad ButterFly glances sidewise at Ladycat, peering into her face, as if to see who hides behind the mask.

Louisa chuckles "'Fraid not, lass... there seems to be another one on the way.... best bear down. Just like the first one... ok? you'll be fine, you've had practice... do it just like the first one..."

A young girl finds herself standing before the beggar woman as Jester takes an interest in a silk shirt...She seems lost and utterly confused...dazzled by the crowd

Kragar is till walking through the crowd and noting to himself peoples reactions and mannerisms....especially a certain few people. But this time he manages to hide his looks with some skill and has kept his distance. He allows himself to be momentarily distracted by the multiple births but not for long.

BeggarWoman nearly runs into the young girl, blinking a bit. "Pardon me..." She speaks in nothing higher than a whisper, attempting to side step the young lady to walk with the Jester.

Mr.Wolf blinks and holds his first child in his arms and holds onto Kirsten's hand with the other.

Fear starts to creek into Kirsten's voice, "But I'm so tired... i don't think I can..."

Ladycat moves so Butterfly can see behind her mask, then replaces it quickly. "My goodness," she says softly to Butterfly, "This is a bit of a surprise... " She stands on her tiptoes trying to see what is happening.

The little girl starts to walking along with the Beggar woman now. She's lost clearly and scared. Before she knows it she finds the little girl who could not be more than 5 holding onto the bottom of Beggar woman's torn clothes...

"I'm afraid you don't get much of a choice, lass... and you can do it. Just bear down and push when they come.... you can do it..." Louisa coaxes on the tired woman on the ground.

An orange tabby cat finds a spot on top of the gate where he can laze in the sun.

A colorfully cloaked Gleeman pulls out four balls, each a different color and starts to juggle them playfully in the air. He get an anxious look upon his face as though the task is too difficult, but before you know it he is juggling eight balls in a constantly varying pattern.

Kragar seems to have remembered something that must be done and speeds off.

Feylan stands and walks towards the QUeen's Guard, Osbourne. Perhaps there is something we should be doing right now?"

Kragar leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

ButterFly inclines her head politely to Ladycat, briefly raising her own mask so that her friend can see who she is. "Yes...it is quite excitiing, is it not? Festival babies!" She also stands on tiptoe, watching the happenings curiously.

BeggarWoman worries her lower lip with her teeth once more, reaching out to tap Master_Jester on the shoulder, no matter what it might cost her. "Umm... pardon me for bothering you,but we seem to have gotten a tag along." Her eyes go to the small child, now following her by holding onto her ragtag clothing.

Kirsten closes her eyes tightly and 'bears' down, teeth clencing once more as she does so. This time she emits a scream, loudest of them all, as she tries to expell the child from her body.

Ladycat , leaning toward Butterfly, nods. She winces as the woman screams. "I hope she'll be alright - this is rather a difficult place for..."

Master_Jester turns around to look at the beggar woman and her...tag along. "Hmm. What have we here? You know this child dear?"

Mr.Wolf glances worriedly at Kirsten "you're ok... you're doing ok, Love.... You're doing good... the wise woman says you're doing good..."

ButterFly nods in agreement to Ladycat, "Aye, that it is. That it is, but she looks to be doing fine. I have heard Louisa there," pointing to the Wisdom, "is quite competent. One of the best in the city."

BeggarWoman gives a small shake of her head, "She's not one I recall seeing before." Again, her voice is really no louder than a whisper.

Louisa nods at Wolf's words "That's right... you're doing just fine lass. One or two more of those, and you'll be done. This one isn't taking it's time..., that's for sure..."

Kirsten merely nods absently at the Wolf, her attention intent on her next child. She takes another few deep breaths and attempts to push again, this tine on her own, with the contraction. This is a long and hard push, one that's likely expelled alot of energy from her.

Master_Jester has a look around as if trying to come up with a quick csolution to this problem. After a moment he actually lets go of the leash. "Be a dear and take the child over to that older fellow over there. I am sure he can figure out something to do with her. I haven't the time." he points out one of the shopkeepers.

A vibrantly clad young reveler dressed up as a flourishing peacock steps up to Ladycat, making an elegant leg, before kissing her full upon the lips and then darting off into the crowd.

An obviously intoxicated reveller climbs up on a barrel and toasts the Queen of Andor. Boldened by cheers he starts to sing one of the Ballads of the Rosethrone. His singing voice is that of fingernails scraping across shale and the crowed quickly shifts to booing. The man falls off the barrel when the booing turns to a barrage of thrown food.

Ladycat looks towards the woman Butterfly points to and nods. "I'm glad of that... and surely these children will be lucky, born at Festival!"

A street sweeper comes by to keep the streets their pristine white.

Ladycat jumps, startled. "What...!!!"

ButterFly nods to Ladycat, "Yes, I'm sure---" she breaks off as the youth runs off into the crowd, and then covers her mouth with her hand, laughing merrily.

Songbird enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

Scarecrow enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

GreyOwl enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

BeggarWoman gives a brief moment of pause at Jester's actions, then nods, not waiting to be told twice. She reaches down to the little girl, attempting to coax the child to take her hand instead of holding onto her rags.

Kragar enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

The wise woman calls out some encouragement "Here it comes... I can see the head lass... one more good one hun.... you can do it... come on lass..." She waits to recieve the child with the comming of the next contraction...

Trying not to giggle, Ladycat turns to Butterfly with rosy cheeks. "The nerve of him!" she exclaims, but doesn't look displeased.

Spring enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

Kragar once back into this large crowd. Begins his blnding with the crowd and watching again. This man has a bug up his you know what for some reason.

A long chain of dancers weaves its way into the Plaza from Caembarin Blvd. A gaily dressed SongBird is in their midts, her hands clasped with a man in front of her and a woman behind, idly following the chain, although a hint of apprehension tinges her face--what you can see of it beneath the opulent masque.

The little girl does take the beggar woman's hand and seems to be very thankful for it

ShepherdBoy grabs a passing woman dressed as a Lioness and twirls her playfully in his arms. He dips the lady who screams, surprised. After lifting the woman back up he receives an unceremonious slap to the face. Chuckling mischievously he tweeks the woman's nose and then darts off into the crowd.

Kirsten's brow knits together, "I...." She starts to speak, then stops. Rather than expending her energy this way she simply takes her last bit of breath and pushes as directed, a low grunting cry of pain escaping her as she does so.

ButterFly chuckles merrily at Ladycat, shaking her head in amusement. She gently tugs at her friend, moving toward the Wine seller's booth, in search of drink.

Ladycat , laughing, follows her friend.

BeggarWoman smiles slightly at the child holding her hand, and carefully moves through the crowd, and away from Jester, toward one of the shopkeeper's boothes. She pauses a moment, murmuring quietly, "I have a young lady who seems to be lost..." Her voice again is a whisper. Her hood carefully conceals most of her features. "Might you be able to help her, or help me help her?"

GreyOwl pursues the winding line of dancers doggedly, trying to gain on Songbird.

Paendrag folds his hands together behind his back, looking relaxed, wlel...as relaxed as any man can in that heavy armor he's wearing.

Spring enters in on the tail end of one of the dancing chains, half-dragged, half spun by a partner looking quite pleased with himself. Despite near-fear in the gilded-emerald eyes, her movements are instinctively graceful, someone who knows dance well. With a deft duck to the side, though, the raven-haired maiden manages to extricate herself from her partner's grasp, sending her swirling into the crowd...

Mr.Wolf holds onto his wife as she makes this (hopefully) last push

Kragar moves towards the shopkeepers booths, idly buying things. Occasionally almost pocketing things but at the last minute remembering to pay.

Phantom enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

ButterFly enters the Wine seller's booth, trying to order drinks for herself and Ladycat, while keeping an eye on the festivities that are occurring on all sides. She hands the proprieter a handful of coin in exchange for two goblets of wine, and thanks him, before turning to give one to Ladycat.

The shop keeper just sort of looks at the Beggar woman for a moment and then hesitantly takes the child's hand. A child who oddly enough does not seem to want to leave. "I'll see what I can do." Is the man's reply. "Thankyou."

Ladycat deftly avoids a wildly spinning couple as she follows Butterfly into the booth.

Scarecrow having had enough of this dangerous situation, moves to take up a spot in the train behind the songbird. His eyes dart from side to side. Is he the only one here not enjoying this?

Kragar radiates a similar sentiment.

Kerissa stands unobstrusively to one side, an amused smile playing across her lips. Seemingly unwilling to join the throng, she watches the crowd intently, studying all and sunder.

Louisa calls out "that's it... that's it.... here it comes..." and comes up with the second child in her arms. She passes this child to Kirsten after cutting it's cord and wrapping it in a cloth... "There lass... now, was that so bad?"

A large crowd of unruly revelers rushes into the Plaza, breaking the line of dancers much to the dancers' dismay and shouts. Songbird is caught up in the swirl of the crowd, buffeted and jostled by the crowd.

Paendrag seems to be enjoyin himself. He adjusts his mask and begins wandering through the crowd, not tryig to get in the dancers way or anything. He could crush someone's foot with his heavy boots,a fter all.

Whitecloak enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

BeggarWoman nods her head quietly at the merchant. She gives the child a comforting look, or what is meant to be one. "He will take good care of you..." Her whispered words murmur. She blinks and glances up as the revellers start to become unruly. Carefully, she looks through the crowd to see where Jester might have gone.

Ladycat takes the goblet Butterfly offers, grins her thanks, and laughs merrily at the festivities. She blinks confusion though, at the not-so-merry-seeming dancers... Nudging Butterfly, she directs her attention to them...

Dorn enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

An officious looking man steps up to the Palace gates and speaks briefly to the guards. They nod, and apparently satisfied, the man steps off into the night.

Tiredly, ever so tiredly, the new mother reaches out her arms to take the swaddled babe. Kirsten smiles down on the child, gently cradling it, while her husband, Rashan, cradles the other.

Kerissa sidles further out of the main throng, trying to avoid the rush of shoved bodies.

ShepherdBoy follows the example of the intoxicated man and climbs up on a barrel, "Long live the Queen of Andor! May the Rose always lend her sweet scent and pleasant sight to the People of Andor!" He jumps down amidst several cheers of "Long Live Queen Aislynn."

Phantom ducks in and out of the crowd like a madman, running when there is room, dancing around people when there isn't. Every time he passes an unescorted young lady, or evan an escorted one, he pauses long enough to offer a single rose, then darts off again.

Master_Jester seems to have disappeared in all the revalry for the moment

Raising the cup to her lips, ButterFly glances in the direction in which her friend points. "Well, that -did- look like fun." She grins.

Scarecrow darts into the crowd, trying his best to keep an eye on the songbird.

Louisa smiles at the couple "There... you should be fine now... I think that's the last of them." She washes her hands in the water provided by the Butterfly, and cleans up a bit before gathering her things and heading off.

Paendrag looks towards Shepherd Boy as he makes the call, then cocks another grin, bobbing his head. He adjusts his chainmail coif, keeping it up on his head.

Mr.Wolf smiles down at Kirsten happily

Kragar whispers "What did you see?"

Looking across the plaza through the ebbings and partings of the crowd, Ladycat can see the new family, and she smiles at the sight of the radiant mother and lovely children. Spying Dorn, she nudges Butterfly. "I remember him," she says softly. "Do you?"

Songbird glances back over her shoulder, as she is caught up in the maelstrom of the crowd. Her expression, what one can see of it behind her brilliantly plumaged masque, seems wary...almost as if she is being pursued. She turns back around, and almost trips as she collides with Paendrag.

Not seeing the person she was looking for BeggarWoman starts to bring up her hands to take off the collar, and the leash. Some funny notion hits her then. She lowers her hands, leaving in it in place. She jumps, starting as Kragar sidles up to her and whispers something to her. "Please, leave me alone." She speaks kindly enough, but her words are firm. "You were mistaken in thinking I was looking at you."

Paendrag reaches out, quickly enough, to try to catch Songbird as he's collided into, "Madam? Are you all right?" he peers at her, blinking in surprise.

ButterFly glances over at Dorn, tilting her head to one side in a curious expression. "Ah, yes. I do remember him. He was at the library that night, was he not?" ButterFly speaks to LadyCat.

Kragar steps back and begins to disappear into the crowd but says something that doesn't carry very far...

Whitecloak strides along the street like an irritated father come outside to find his boys fighting. He walks silently and purposefully through the throng, looking at everyone as if they are unaware that the world ends tomorrow.

Kragar whispers "You look distressed.....Rose and Lion...Kragar."

ShepherdBoy wanders off elsewhere for a while.

Kragar slips nack into the unruly throng.

The masked Phantom pauses in his rampant flight, brushing off a reveler to steal his dance partner, swinging her into a slow, moderate dance that could be considered nothing less than comical amid the fast aced festivities.

GreyOwl, seeing his opportunity, sprints for the Songbird's side. He draws up as she regains her balance, his breath coming hard. He barely gasp out, ".. please.. Ais.."

Dorn finds himself a nice spot from where to watch the crowd.

Ladycat shivers. "Oh, yes, that's where..." She breaks off as she sees Whitecloak striding through the crowd. She fights a giggle, hiding a smile behind her hands.

Though she weaves and half-dances through the revelers, each time Spring's jostled or bumped, she seems to swallow a cry of pain. One delicate hand moves out before her, trying to ward off any more accidents, though it's only moderately sucessful. She bites her lower lip, hard, shedding more petals as she struggles to reach shelter.

ButterFly grins at Ladycat's amusement, leaning in to mutter to her. She mutters to Ladycat.

Kragar moves through the crowd with a practiced ease. Several guards actually note this ease suspiciously but after awhile realizes that he's done nothing at least not yet.

Master_Jester is out there somewhere...

Paendrag certainly didn't make out the words exactly, himself, and he's right there. He peers at Sonbird, waiting for a response to his question.

ButterFly lifts a brow at Ladycat, "Oh? That -is- something. I would never have guessed -their- type would go in for such."

Ladycat shaking her head, whispers to Butterfly.

BeggarWoman starts to move back through the crowd, back where she left Jester, attemping to weave a path right through the revelling throng.

Songbird turns to smile defiantly at the GreyOwl pursuing her, and then looks back to Paendrag. "Of course, Sir," she says, before lightly grasping his hands, and swirling him into a merry dance.

The guardsmen on duty at the Palace gates argue in hushed tones on the relative merits of two different taverns.

Paendrag blinks placidly, but stumbles forth. He's not exactly all that speedy or graceful at the moment, with all that armor...but surprisingly enough, he *does* manage to maintain his balance and actually dance in that stuff. It's a sure sign that he's spent qutie a bit of time in it. He probably won't be dancing for too *long*, but it *is* armor.

Master_Jester smiles from behind his masque as he spots the beggar woman. He's behind her now...following at a distance, wanting to see where she will go

Ladycat points discreetly to the tall man in the chain mail and golden crown. "Look, you see?" she whispers to Butterfly

BeggarWoman continues making her way through the throng of people, back to the clothing shop where she was at when the child took hold of her rags. She pauses, every now and again, to let dancing revellers pass by her, or to try avoiding getting caught up in the revelry herself by being swept off her feet and into a dance.

Scarecrow finally manages to catch up to the costumed woman he was following. He breaths a bit heavily, feeling as if he fights an undertow to reach her. Just as he did, she swims away again. His temperature begins to rise.

Kirsten continues to cradle her child, then glances up at the Wolfish figure, "I think now would be a good time to go home. I am so very tired and they need their rest as well." Not even a mother ten minutes and she's an expert on who needs rest.

Ladycat nods. Then she looks unsure. "Well, maybe not... but I thought for a minute..." She giggles. "Who cares anyway!" She tosses her head at Butterfly. "Lets go find some mischief!" Maybe the wine is getting to her.

Whitecloak decides suddenly that he will stand and survey things from where he is. Unfortunately, the person behind him was not forewarned of his sudden pause, and stubles into his back. The Whitecloak spins around, scowling, "Watch where you go, reveler. Too much drink allows the Dark One to find you." Spoken more of a threat than a warning.

Dorn suddenly grabs a young boy running past him, and whispers something to him, handing him what seems like a coin. The boy looks at him for a moment then swallows and darts away, returning shortly there after with a glass which he hands to Dorn, recieving instead another coin.

Phantom breaks off from the crowd, then vanishes. Some moments later, he re-appears on the rooftop of a building, laughing madly as he sits on the edge, pulling his overlarge sack into his lap.

ButterFly chuckles and nods to Ladycat, grasping her cup in her hand, and weaves her other arm through that of the cat-clad woman, making her way further into the crowd of partygoers.

Kragar slips in and out fo the dancers and revelers. Not particularly gracefully and finds an open spot to survey the surroundings.

Ladycat skips merrily beside Butterfly, her movements anything but cat-like.

BeggarWoman nearly runs into Whitecloak, as he happens to stop right in front of her in her own path. A blush creeps on her cheeks as she stops just in time, cut off by another group of revellers as well, "Please pardon me..." She attempts to sidestep the Whitecloak.

Mr.Wolf smiles at Kirsten and hands off the first born child to her "Here love... I need to see to getting you three home... I'll return in a moment."

ButterFly trips off gaily with Ladycat, headed toward a group of young men who are colorfully clad.

Kragar spirits an apple away froma vendor and tosses a coin at him as he continues to watch this crowd wishing to himself that he was still a pickp.....well nevermind that it was a long time ago. he shrugs to himself and keeps on watching.

Kirsten nods absently after Wolf, cradling now two children. A quaint, motherly smile touches her features as she regards both babies.

A low growl of frustration escapes the man clad in grey feathers as he watches the colorful Songbird skip away. His fists clench at his side, but that is the only apparent motion he makes.

Songbird continues to dance with Paendrag, although does not seem to be very merry. She inclines her head to him, murmuring, She mutters to Paendrag, "... me,... I..."

Paendrag shakes his head at Sonbird, murmuring back to her as the dance continues. He seems a little confused, and the smile on his face is vaguely, well, plastic. But such things don't exist yet, so it could just be called 'fake'.

Whitecloak glares at the beggar and drywashes his hands as if he's reached into a full latrine.

Phantom opens his bag, dipping a hand into it. Chuckling, he flings a handful of roses into the crowd.

Songbird shakes her head, trying on a small smile, She mutters to Paendrag, "... Sir.... am... trying to..."

Mr.Wolf heads off into the cround

BeggarWoman flinches at the glare, stumbling back a bit, though not overmuch. She moves to make a wide berth around the Whitecloak, tripping over her own two feet - and, well, a pebble in the road as well. SHe falls with a clumsy 'oof'.

Paendrag continues the little dance, managing along nicely in his armor. But only barely. He mutters to Songbird, "... understand that.... a better dancing... costume... for dancing,..."

Kragar closes in on the edge of the crowd but doesn't cross the invisible barrier between reveler and spectator.

As the Butterfly and the Ladycat pass by the Songbird and the mail-clad man, Ladycat drops her goblet. She pulls Butterfly's arm so she can stop and pick it up.

Phantom pauses, examining something from his bag. Odd, it seems to be an eg. One might wonder why an egg would be in a bag of roses, and it seems the man in the porcelan mask wonders this as well. He shrugs, then casually tosses it at the whitecloak.

Mr.Wolf returns after not too long with a litter, and a young lad to help him carry it. Placing the litter beside Kirsten, he aids her onto it.

Kirsten carefully makes her way onto the litter, precariously balancing her newborn children. She smiles warmly at the Wolf, though never takes her gaze from the two babies overlong.

Songbird chuckles lightly at the words of her dancing partner, "Pray, do not apologize, kind S---" she breaks off as Ladycat drops the goblet. In her surprise, she drops Paendrag's hands, and is promptly snapped up by another reveler, a peacock-clad young fop.

Kragar notes the passage of an unborn bird, obviously a child prodigy flying so early in life.

Kerissa hurries over to help BeggarWoman up. She does not look at Whitecloak though her eyes do flash in supressed something.

Reaching for her goblet, Ladycat notices the new family being placed in the litter and smiles.

Paendrag glances down at the goblet as it's dropped next to him, but then finds that his dancing partner has been stolen away from him. He goes after her, though, to try to catch up and get rid of that fop that's snuck her away from him.

A small group of revelers pass through the plaza, shattering the relatively quiet night with their laughter and talk.

Mr.Wolf and the lad pickup the litter with Kirsten on it and gently make their way through the croud, returning to the Inn...

ButterFly pauses at Ladycat's behest, quickly moving out of the way as the man clad in heavy armour passes by her into the crowd.

Ladycat runs to catch up with Butterfly.

Mr.Wolf leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Kirsten leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Sipping from his glass, Dorn continues to watch the crowd, and is in turn watched by that boy and some of his friends, untill he turns to look at them, scowls a little, and then watches them scatter, chuckling softly as he shakes his head, turning his attention back to the crowd.

Whitecloak is hit in the back with an egg. The egg breaks... easily. Apparently, the figure is wearing more than costume armor. He doesn't recognize the object, but only turns and snarls at some passerby, whom he assumes had bumped into him.

Ladycat nudges ButterFly. "He certainly chose an attention-gathering costume, didn't he," she says as she sees an egg lobbed in Whitecloak's direction.

Phantom laughs at the whitecloak as he springs to his feet, precariously balancing on the roof. He takes a moment to observe the revellers, then shouts something unintelligeable before bounding off the roof to perform a midair somersault, landing neatly in a scant clearing of the crowd. Good thing it wasn't a tall building.

Scarecrow watches the songbird as she is passed form one partner to the next. He thinks to himself how 'convenient' a trolloc raid would be right about now, as she dances off. He begins to form a long thesis in his mind. It begins -How to attend those who would not wish to be attended to. Chapter the First: Manacles.

BeggarWoman glances to Kerissa, murmuring softly, "Thank you..." As she is helped to her feet. She dusts herself off as best as she can, though does not help with all the dirt and grime already caked onto her.

ButterFly chuckles merrily to Ladycat, although her brow furrows at the rudeness directed toward Whitecloak.

Songbird finds herself once again dancing with Paendrag, as he pushes the fop out of the way. A merry reveler has put a cup of wine into one of her hands, and in the commotion, she is slipped away from Paendrag once again.

Kerissa smiles, She mutters to BeggarWoman, "... pleasure to help good lady..Any... the... downtrod." Her eyes flash again, more muted this time.

You sense Kerissa smiles, "A pleasure to help good lady..Any whom the Whitecloaks think they can downtrod." Her eyes flash again, more muted this time.

GreyOwl's form is perfectly motionless as his eyes trace the woman he has been pursuing.

BeggarWoman flashes a faint smile, though mostly hidden behind her hood, She mutters to Kerissa, "... your help...." As she asks this question, her eyes carefully search the crowd for someone she's not been able to find. The leash dangles from it's little hook on the collar about her neck, without anyone holding one end.

Kerissa senses "BeggarWoman flashes a faint smile, though mostly hidden behind her hood, "I will not forget your help. Might I know your name...?" As she asks this question, her eyes carefully search the crowd for someone she's not been able to find. The leash dangles from it's little hook on the collar about her neck, without anyone holding one end."

The guardsmen on duty at the Palace gates argue in hushed tones on the relative merits of two different taverns.

Falco walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Falco flys high overhead. And screeches.

Phantom leaps from his point of landing to re-enter the crowd, merrily dancing from one partner to the next, giving out a rose to each partner he passes through, no matter how brief the dance.

Decklar walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Kragar deftly dodges bird poo.

An elderly looking gentlemen is busy preaching against the excesses of frivolity to a group of youngsters he has cornered. A Court Jester and a AllyCat sneak up behind him and dump a bucket of dirty Dishwater over his head. The youngsters scatter, tittering mischievously.

Decklar walks into the festivitiers with a smiles on his face. Although he is not dressed in costume his has a mask of a falcon he wears on his face.

Ladycat laughs and claps at the odd, limber, white-masked figure dancing through the crowd.

ButterFly claps gaily, too, and watches the antics of the Jester and the Allycat.

BeggarWoman catches sight of the prank against the elderly man. For a few moments, she forgets herself and actually chuckles, raising a hand delicately to her lips. Odd actions for a BeggarWoman, though on tonight of all nights, perhaps not.

Paendrag blinks after Songbird as she's stolen out of his grip once more. He sighs, sahking his head, "So much for keeping once dance partner in this mess," he cocks a crooked little grin, eyes following that woman as well.

The falcon flys low skimming just a foot above all the masked heads.

Kerissa smiles, causing the butterfly wings to flutter on her face, She mutters to BeggarWoman, "Names... little..."

You sense Kerissa smiles, causing the butterfly wings to flutter on her face, "Names are of little consequence this night. But I am Riss. And you good lady?"

Whitecloak's attention is caught by a movement overhead. Looking up at the screaching creature, he notes the man on the rooftop and scowls. Yanking on a passing guard's coat disrespctfully, he points to the phantom on the rooftops and demands to know, "Just how much of this city is open to revelry? What is stopping that man from breaking going through windows and breaking into the empty houses of peace-going revelrs?"

Decklar chuckles as he watches his bird join in the fun. Then moves into the crowd dancing and twrilling differnt ladies around.

Decklar happens to be close by as Whiecloak makes the comment.

BeggarWoman turns her attention away from the pranksters and starts to answer Kerissa's question, then gives pause, shaking her head a bit. She murmurs quietly, "I am naught but a simple beggar, who shall reminder the kindness of a Lady."

Eyes bright with merriment and torchlight, Ladycat motions for Butterfly to wait for her. She makes her way to the sweetmeat stall and purchases some dainty snacks for herself and her friend. Deftly avoiding the press of the crowds, she makes her way back to Butterfly, looking longingly towards the dancers.

Dorn continues to sip from his glass, seemingly having found himself a good spot, as he is not just justled around by the crowd, much, being able to sip on his glass without risking spilling it over himself or others, as he continues to watch the festivities.

ButterFly notes her friends look, and grasps her arm gently, leading her through the throng toward a line of dancers that is once again forming. ButterFly takes the hand of the last person in line, and lightly grasps Ladycat's hand, as the line weaves off throught he crowd.

A contest of skill and dexterity has started in front of the Grand Pavilion. At least 10 couples are spread out. Each person is at least fifteen feet from their partner and they are tossing eggs back and forth to each other. One couple drops out of the contest with one man dressed like a Stallion gets an egg splattered across his cheek while turned to rattle one of his competitors.

Decklar spins around as has a good time laughing and makeing a fool of himself but he obviously cannot dance.

After being passed from Paendrag to a youth got up in a really poor Aiel costume, the fluttery Songbird finds herself right in front of Scarecrow.

BeggarWoman gestures to Kerissa.

Kerissa senses "BeggarWoman gives Kerissa a sheepish look as her stomach rumbles rather loudly and hungrily. She pauses, casting a glance around the revelers once more, ignoring the growling inside."

A small group of revelers pass through the plaza, shattering the relatively quiet night with their laughter and talk.

BeggarWoman gives Kerissa a sheepish look as her stomach rumbles rather loudly and hungrily. She pauses, casting a glance around the revelers once more, ignoring the growling inside.

Phantom twirls out of the crowd to a stop next to the LadyCat, laughing as he tucks a rose stem into her hair just in time for her to be swept away. With another laugh, he twirls back into the press of moving bodies.

A careless man sticks his foot out and trips Decklar who falls forward and almsot lands into the fountain.

Elara walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Leaving her plate of snacks on a nearby bench, Ladycat skips delightedly after Butterfly.

Decklar catches himself and looks back with a wierd smile on his face.

Decklar whistles twice very loudly then points at the "assalent's" hat.

Scarecrow bows to the songbird. "This is my dance I believe." He takes her hand in his, and places the other upon her waist." He tries to start off a reel with her. Destination... The Palace.

The falon turns and see's his masters signal and swoops down and snaches the mans hat.

Falco then turns and drops the hat into his master's hand.

Paendrag watches Songbird get reeled by Scarecrow. He looks curious, really, and maneuvers his way closer, pausing for a moment to dance with a drunken woman who throws herself on him.. as politely as he can, though, and as quickly..well..he puts her aside.

BeggarWoman's eyes seem to catch on Elara and follow her a brief moment, someting odd in her expression. She shakes her head, then turns her attention to the others, pressing her lips together thinly.

Decklar Laughs very loudly. "You should think twice before you trip a man good sir."

Decklar tosses the hat back to the as you now notice bald man.

Decklar moves back into the crowd dancing and laughing.

Songbird smiles faintly at her current partner, and does she seem to look somewhat abashed? Perhaps so, but she places a slender hand upon his shoulder, letting him pull her into a dance.

Kerissa suppresses an amused laugh, arm still on BeggarWoman's own, "Perhaps we should attempt to find repast, I myself feel the effects of a long day with little food. Though at this late hour..."

Ladycat sees the falcon-masked man almost take a drink of the fountain. She starts to smile and her smile quickly turns to a look of panic as she almost stumbles herself! Regaining her balance, she grins as she sees the falcon's trick.

Decklar moves his way around danceing near the woman dressed as a cat.

BeggarWoman turns her gaze back to Kerissa at the mentioning of food, a longing look in her eyes for something real. "Unfortunately, I have not the money to buy anything on my own, Mistress... nor could I take any offered." A sadness enters her green eyes.

Once the guard pulls his coat from the Whitecloak's grip and informs him that they'll keep an eye on the rooftops, the cloaked figure turns aside, dismissing the man. He narrows his eyes at the man in brilliant armor and even moreso at the drunken state of his fleeting dance partner.

ShepherdBoy cavoles through the crowd. He finds himself in the vicinity of the Scarecrow and the Songbird. He offers the obviously joyful couple a pleasant nod. A look of mischief enters his eyes and he kisses the Scarecrow on the cheek, and then gooses him on the rear, and then with an almost feminine giggle disappears into the crowd again.

ButterFly throws back her head and laughs merrily, her feet moving intricately in the dance, as she follows the line, pulling Ladycat behind her.

Phantom seems to be everywhere at once in the crowd, zigging this way, then zagging that. He vanishes, then reapeAars moments later elsewhere in the crowd. Then, of a sudden, he is at the Scarecrow's elbow, cheerily asking, "Mind if I cut in?" Wihout waiting for an answer, the SongBird is presented with a rose, and the masked phantom attempts to whisk her away.

Ladycat grabs Decklar's hand as she passes, pulling him into the dance.

Kragar watches. He tries to watch everything being a paranoid and all but surely he'll miss something important its just his luck after all.

Scarecrow doesn't seem to take the boy as a threat once he moves away, but there for a moment he seemed ready to tense. He pays no mind to the pinch, for all he has a mind for is the songbird, and her safety.

Decklar swings around into ladycat's arms. "Good evening." He say's with a rather larg smile. His hands just seem to fling around until on finds her hand and the other the small of her back while he begans to dance... well at least attempt it.

That barrel near the grand pavilion seems to be a main attraction. Now it boasts a young lady, dressed elaborately as a Mouse. She dances a jig atop the barrel, and then lifts her shirt, flashing all and sundry.

Kerissa laughs, a low and rich sound, She mutters to BeggarWoman, "... beg... preference. I... fussy." She winks, grinning mischievously.

You sense Kerissa laughs, a low and rich sound, "Then I shall buy, and you may beg or steal, whichever your preference. I am not fussy." She winks, grinning mischievously.

BeggarWoman glances about, almost worriedly, nodding her head, She mutters to Kerissa, "I... grateful... something... even... crust of bread.... it..."

Kerissa senses "BeggarWoman glances about, almost worriedly, nodding her head, "I would be grateful for something to eat... even a crust of bread.... it has been awhile.""

Two men in the back start arguring rather loudly. As one of them say's something about "She's mine..."But it is hard to hear them over everything else.

Ladycat looks startled as she is pulled out of the line and into a dance with the stranger in the falcon mask. She flashes a grin at Butterfly and turns towards the falcon-masked man. "Good evening," she replies merrily, with a toss of her head. She deftly holds her mask in front of her.

Elara moves toward the arguement.

ButterFly watches her friend lead off with amusement, and continues to follow the chain of dancers.

One of the men starts to turn away but with out warning turns back with a fist into the other mans chest.

Kragar watches the beginnings of an altercation.

The lady atop the barrel smiles widely at the argument, calling out merrily, "But Sirs, there is enough of me for everyone!"

A scuffle breaks out in front of the Wineseller's tent as two women, One dressed as a Baker and the other dressed as a Tinker, argue over who will dance next with the ShepherdBoy. Shaking his head wistfully, he gives each kiss on the lips and pulls them both into a frivolous and bawdy dance.

The guardsmen on duty at the Palace gates argue in hushed tones on the relative merits of two different taverns.

Scarecrow dances with the songbird to the strange din of sounds that rise from the crowd. He attempts to at least make it to a less crowded area.

Paendrag's stared at by the WHitecloak. He doesn't notice, not immediately, but he nudges the woman still trying to cling to hima nd murmurs to her. Eventually, she gets set away from him again and goes on her overly merry way, bouncing about.

Startled by the commotion, Ladycat stumbles a bit in her dance.

Elara inserts herself between teh two men.

Songbird blinks as Phantom attempts to jostle her away from Scarecrow.

Kerissa frowns in concern, "Ah yes. Lead on then good beggar. I myself am newly arrived here and don't know my way around." She waves an airy hand.

Decklar smiles widlely. "You have the nible feet of a cat madame" He say's to his partner. "I must say this is turning out to be quite fun"

The two men at hearing the lady's coment turn and look at each other then start to laugh. Slaping each other on the back.

Kragar frowns at the ending of what could have been a good fight.

The lady in question lowers her top and hops down off of the barrel, rushing through the crowd to give one of the men a kiss full on the lips.

BeggarWoman gives a half-bow, half-curtsey to Kerissa. One might get the impression it may have been mocking noble life, though there was an easy and grace to the way she did it that seemed a little out of place. Again she looks around nervously. A hand lowers and her fingers move around the length of the leash. "This way...." She now leads Kerissa toward one of the booths selling breads, and meat pies.

Ladycat giggles behind her mask. "I thank you for your kind words, sir, whether I prove them true or not. I've heard that the Festival is generally thought to be fun." Her eyes sparkle through the mask as she moves more deftly into the dance.

Dorn looks into his, by now, empty glass and then around, spotting and capturing again a boy willing to run and fetch him a refill and again hands out a coin for the effort, turning towards crowd afterwards, continuing to watch the revellers.

An attempt at building a human pyramid ends with a pile of semi-intoxicated men and women tangled in a heap on the ground. Peals of laughter roll off of the boisterous group and from the friends gathered round them.

Ladycat can't help looking around her at all the crazed revelers, but as she does so, she seems to forget her dance steps and stumbles again, much to her dismay.

Decklar tries to help keep Ladycat on her feet but in the prosses trips over his own and they both fall into the fountain.

Elara growls. "I do not like this miserable holiday.

Kragar walks around the edges of the spectacle. catches the ladies growl and nods in agreement.

A little girl standing next to Elara looks up and say's "My mum always say's that people like you should be aloud in the city." THe little girl then sticks her toung out at Elara.

Kerissa's lips twist mockingly as she returns the half-bow half-curtsey with a serviel bob of her own. She follows BeggarWoman's lead, sniffing appreciatively at the smells emanating from the booth she is led to. "What tickles your palate this fine eve good Beggar Woman?"

Ladycat screeches with shock at the cold drenching and struggles sputtering out of the fountain. Her dress clings to her, the pale silk not _quite_ opaque.

Decklar begins splashing around in The Fountain.

Elara looks down at teh c hild. "She's right. A woman like me might choose to cook you in the ovens.."

Decklar bellow out in laughter. "I am sorry my dear... I think i should trade in one of my left feet for a right one." Smiles and winks as he say's this.

ShepherdBoy happens to be close enough to Elara to hear her growl and statement. He walks in a perfectly gentlemanly fashion by the young woman, then suddenly leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek. He darts away, chuckling, and finds shelter amidst the crowd.

Hands on her hips, Ladycat glares at her former partner, then breaks into a peal of laughter and holds out her hand to him. But her look says that he'd darn well better _not_ pull her back in.

BeggarWoman keeps her voice low, obviously hungry, She mutters to Kerissa, "... make do..."

Kerissa senses "BeggarWoman keeps her voice low, obviously hungry, "I will make do with a simply piece of bread, nothing more...""

The little girl turns and runs away crying.

Songbird joins the party in Grand Pavilion.

Songbird decides to leave Grand Pavilion.

Decklar tries to get back out of the fountain but slips and falls right back in.

Scarecrow joins the party in Grand Pavilion.

Kragar laughs to himself at the crying child because its just funny. He then wanders towards the Grand Pavillion.

An orangish cat chases something in the shadows.

Phantom joins the party in Grand Pavilion.

A gleeman notices the little girl crying and conjures a candied apple out of thin air and hands it to the girl with a wink. He strolls off looking for

others who need his particular form of magic.

Songbird joins the party in Grand Pavilion.

Scarecrow decides to leave Grand Pavilion.

Songbird decides to leave Grand Pavilion.

Phantom decides to leave Grand Pavilion.

Ladycat shakes her head at the now bedraggled falcon-masked man and offers her hand once again, this time bracing herself on the edge of the fountain.

Songbird looks sidewise at Phantom, preening her feathers, and then back to Scarecrow.

Decklar reaches up and pulls ladycat back in the water yelling "Come on it the waters greats."

Kerissa pinches her lip and nods, waving at what the booth displays, "I'll have one of everything you have here good man." The man tending the booth nods and spreads out a painfully white cloth, carefully setting one of each selection onto the cloth. Tying up a neat bundle, he bows slightly, extending the bundle to the BeggarWoman, assuming she would be carrying the burden. Riss does not bother correcting his assumption and pays for the bundle with a few coins she tugs out from her..well from somewhere.

Decklar booms out with laughter then turns back to ladycat. "I am sorry i couldn't resist.

Scarecrow looks to the phantom for a brief moment. He says not a ward, but makes it clear that he's not going to let the man cut in.

Ladycat manages to avoid going in entirely and pulls herself back by gripping the edge of the fountain. She frees her hand with an insulted look and starts to stalk off with an almost feline disdain.

Kragar on his way by the Scarecrow plucks some straw away and uses it to pick his teeth.

Decklar jumps out of the fountain and catches up with Ladycat.

ButterFly disentangles herself from the line of dancers, making her way over to the bedraggled Ladycat.

Decklar mutters to Ladycat, "... am sorry it... that... couldn't... forgive."

BeggarWoman's widen at the selection. She backs away from Kerissa, eyes going about the crowd nervously once more, She mutters to Kerissa, "... can't take so..." Her voice hints, even pleads at something. For a brief moment, even fear touches her eyes.

Kerissa senses "BeggarWoman's widen at the selection. She backs away from Kerissa, eyes going about the crowd nervously once more, "I can't take so much...." Her voice hints, even pleads at something. For a brief moment, even fear touches her eyes."

Paendrag shifts in his armor again, finding hinself someplace to lean, against a building for once. He's taking a breather.

Elara moves to a place away from the heathens in the crowd, she keeps her eyes on the scarecrow.

Seeing her friend making her way toward her, Ladycat turns her head at the falcon man's whispered apology. She takes a few steps in Butterfly's direction, but keeps him in the corner of her eye.

Whitecloak's stalking and glowering takes him elsewhere, away from the revelry.

Whitecloak leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

GreyOwl watches the interaction between the Songbird, the Scarecrow and the Phantom. The blood can be seen to drain from what little of his face is left exposed.

Kragar is disappointed at not being able to get a rise out of the Scarecrow.

Scarecrow watches Kragar pass. If cut his eyes he would do so now.

Songbird glances around, as if looking for someone in the crowd. She flashes an apologetic smile to Phantom, kissing her first three fingers and pressing them gently against his lips.

Phantom laughs merrily, drawing another rose from his bag and jabbing the stem at the scarecrow playfully, mimicking as if holding a sword instead. "I must insiste. Duel you for here, neh?" Again a peal of luaughter.

Decklar steps up his pace enought to come to stride with Ladycat. "I am sorry my dear I had a little to much to drink... But i will leave you be now I just wanted to make it clear that i did not beleave it would anger you.

Decklar pulls out a small doll of a cat from his pouch and tosses it to lady cat. "For your understanding madam."

Kragar takes great pleasure in annoying the Scarecrow. He's hated those things since childhood.

Some small creature skitters along a wall, darting into the shadows.

Ladycat stops, glances towards Butterfly who is nearer, and turns back to the falcon man. She catches the doll with an amused glance and holds her hand out to him.

Paendrag steps away from his wall and then back into the crowd. One good thing aobut wearing heavy armor: It keeps people clear of your path, that's for sure. No one wants to get slammed into by someone wearing fourty or so pounds of metal or what have you.

Decklar bows to ladycat and smiles wide again. Takes her hand and spins her once then begins the dance again.

Kerissa blinks a little in puzzlement at BeggarWoman's reaction. Affecting a light laugh, she nods, She mutters to BeggarWoman, "Certainly... shall... my... appetite... eat..." She shrugs an elegent shoulder, "We could pick and choose, you and I. There is more than enough to do so. The remaining, we shall use to feed the strays." She grins, sounding serious about feeding the stray animals on the streets.

You sense Kerissa blinks a little in puzzlement at BeggarWoman's reaction. Affecting a light laugh, she nods, "Certainly I shall do my best to add my appetite to your own. Even big brother doesn't eat this much in one go." She shrugs an elegent shoulder, "We could pick and choose, you and I. There is more than enough to do so. The remaining, we shall use to feed the strays." She grins, sounding serious about feeding the stray animals on the streets.

Scarecrow looks down to the rose, only to look up to the phantom only moments later. He catches the songbirds reply to the man out of the corner f his eye. He begins to boil inside. He's had about enough of this day. "I rarely duel... It is a waist of time when the mind should be on other things.

ButterFly takes a step to follow Ladycat, but is instead swirled around as the ubiquitous peacock youth grasps her by the hand and leads her into the reveling crowds.

Falco lands on the roof of the sweetmeat booth and squaks for a possible treat but does not take any from the counter.

Ladycat gasps as she is spun away and grins as she sees Butterfly accosted by the peacock.

Phantom laughs again, squaring up to the Scarecrow, "Then prepare to--Oh, bloody ashes, he's got a sword out..." The last hissed out through the mask as the Phantom's point of reference shifts behind the scarecrow.

Decklar laughs "I'm sorry but you do seem to be a little wet... Did it rain?" he says with mischivous grin.

Kragar turns at that last one from the Phantom.

BeggarWoman's eyes take on a saddened palor, though still contain that nervousness from before, 'But I am just a rat on the streets myself, feeding from others should they chose to extend a helping hand.' She sighs deeply, indecision resting upon her brow, She mutters to Kerissa, "... of... ask... children... the..." She swallows a bit, and reaches out to take a piece of bread, almost looking as if she's frightened she'll get smacked down for that simple action.

Kerissa senses "BeggarWoman's eyes take on a saddened palor, though still contain that nervousness from before, 'But I am just a rat on the streets myself, feeding from others should they chose to extend a helping hand.' She sighs deeply, indecision resting upon her brow, "Just one piece of bread. That is all I ask. Though I'd ask you to feed any children that might be hungry, instead of the animals." She swallows a bit, and reaches out to take a piece of bread, almost looking as if she's frightened she'll get smacked down for that simple action."

The peacock clad youth leads ButterFly off through the crowd, dancing merrily with her, every once in awhile dipping her back, setting her butterfly's wings all aflutter.

ShepherdBoy smiles mischievously and heads into the quiet, yet curious little booth to catch a breather.

ShepherdBoy wanders into the Curious little booth.

Scarecrow backs up a step to cover the Queen from that side. He'll take a sword if her must, but he's not going to take his eyes off of the phantom.

Decklar takes a note from see the peacock and dips his partner then brigs he back up almost off her feat but not quite.

Kragar loos for the person the Phantom has mentioned.

Elara moves toward the Songbird on quick feet, along to forty or fifty otehrs.

Lowering her rather bedraggled mask, Ladycat bares her teeth playfully at the falcon man. "Really, sir, you are quite the wit..." She laughs as he almost lifts her off her feet.

ButterFly blushes to the roots of her dark hair, behind her mask, of course, as PeacockBoy gives her a big wet lickery kiss upon the lips.

Decklar bows his head and raises his mask showing his face and his bright blue eyes. "I am honared to be known for something ma' luv."

Decklar replaces the mask.

Kerissa shakes her head and tries to press BeggarWoman's hands around the warm bundle, She mutters to BeggarWoman, "... in need. Please, don't..."

You sense Kerissa shakes her head and tries to press BeggarWoman's hands around the warm bundle, "Then you feed whomever you see in need. Please, don't refuse?"

Phantom tsks, shaking his head as headresses the Scarecrow, "You, good sir, do not belong here anymore than the whitecloak." Offering a deep bow that (accidentally?) lets another eg roll free of his bag, he turns his back on the couple, vanishing into the crowd as the egg splatters on the scarecrow's boot.

An officious looking man steps up to the Palace gates and speaks briefly to the guards. They nod, and apparently satisfied, the man steps off into the night.

GreyOwl takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. With quick, determined strides he crosses to where the small group of Songbird, Scarecrow, and Phantom are bantering and interjects himself, "Pray pardon, good sirs.." he says in a stiff, formal voice, "but I would dance with my wife."

Songbird shakes her head, setting her brilliantly plumaged masque to fluttering, as she watches the Phantom slip off through the crowd. She turns back to Scarecrow, her mouth opening to say something vehement, and then turns to face GreyOwl, offering him an abashed smile. "Of course, I would gladly dance with you..."

Decklar twils Ladycat about several times then dips her again. This time whe he brings he back up he does take her off her feet and raises her all the way up then spins agian.

Paendrag adjusts his crown, it nearly falling off when someone jostles him too hard. After making sure the person *doing* the jostling is all right, he proceeds to wander through the crowd, stopping to talk to someone who mutters, jokingly, "All hail the High King," to him.

Dorn continues to watch the revellers, only sipping from his glass from time to time, still staying slightly apart from the main crowd.

Decklar climbs out of The Fountain.

Scarecrow iclines his head to GreyOwl. "But of course."

Phantom brushes by GreyOwl as he deprats, not bothering to give room. He mutters to GreyOwl, "You... have put... glad I'm..." That cryptic, muttered remark, and the man in the porceleqan mask has vanished into a crowd of colorfuil bodies.

BeggarWoman gives Kerissa an oddly curious look, She mutters to Kerissa, "... trust... as you..." Her eyes beg and implore Kerissa, "My asking for your aid was a mistake..." With that she turns, taking her hand from the bundle, and starts to move into the crowds again, working against the flow so sh emight disappear more easily.

Kerissa senses "BeggarWoman gives Kerissa an oddly curious look, "Please.... please trust me in saying that I cannot do as you ask... Please understand." Her eyes beg and implore Kerissa, "My asking for your aid was a mistake..." With that she turns, taking her hand from the bundle, and starts to move into the crowds again, working against the flow so sh emight disappear more easily."

Kenith walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Ladycat looks panicked as she is raised above the crowd. Considering what happened the last time she danced with the falcon-masked man, she's not too keen on being too far off the ground while he's holding her up...

Master_Jester is waiting at the end of the street as the Beggarwoman emerges from the crowd...

PeacockBoy swirls ButterFly through the crowd, moving toward Ladycat and her partner.

Decklar set's ladycat back down and seems to be dancing perfectly now.

GreyOwl steps back a pace and formally bends a leg to the gaily plumed songbird. He steps forward, proffering a hand to his lady.

Ladycat sighs in relief as her feet touch the ground lightly, and she moves back into the dance.

"Wait!" Kerissa calls out. Muttering, she lifts her dress skirts, hefts the bundle over a shoulder and scrambles after BeggarWoman using the most unladylike motions to try and keep BeggarWoman in sight, "Whoops, excuse me! Whoa, sorry there! Coming through!"

Songbird laughs merrily, and curtsies formally to GreyOwl, taking one of his hands in hers and placing a light hand upon his shoulder.

Decklar chuckles "A little nervous are we?"

Kenith is provided with an armed escort while on the Palace grounds, and any weapons are taken.

BeggarWoman comes to a halt face to face with Master_Jester as she exits the crowd, getting bumped and pushed about. She nearly starts, as she finds herself looking at him, though almost immediately her shoulders slump. At Kerissa's words, she glances over her shoulder briefly.

Elara steps up to the scarecrow.

Elara mutters to Scarecrow, "Are... having... yet?"

Songbird casts a frown at Elara, speaking to Scarecrow.

The Scarecrows blue eyes move from the two that dance away to Elara. "I think by your very question that you have a well informed answer to it in mind."

Decklar smiles "Why yes my dear... Would you like some company?"

Phantom leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

GreyOwl slips one arm around the plumed woman's waist and draws her nearer to him. He pauses a moment, his eyes unfocused as he times the music. Then, in a sudden burst, he whisks her away into wild reel.

Decklar slows to a stop with the Ladycat.

Master_Jester says nothing. He reaches out a hand...obviously wanting the leash

A small group of revelers pass through the plaza, shattering the relatively quiet night with their laughter and talk.

Ladycat Raises her mask shyly. "If you would like, sir," she says. She stops gratefully and makes her way to a nearby seat.

The brilliantly plumaged lady laughs as she is swept away by the GreyOwl, her feet deftly following his own movements in the dance.

Elara says "I am not in the habit of asking rhetorical questions."

Decklar follows the feline.

BeggarWoman glances back to Master_Jester, noticing the extended hand. She closes her eyes a moment, then hands it over. She takes a deep breath before opening her eyes once more.

Ladycat sits down in the Nice shady spot.

Decklar sits down in the Nice shady spot.

Ladycat collapses into the nice shady spot with a sigh of relief.

Kerissa pants a little as she catches up with BeggarWoman, "Now see here." She shakes the bundle about, almost bapping a nearby reveller in the face, "Sorry 'bout that." she mumbles, then turns to the BeggarWoman and Jester, "I simply cannot finish this all by myself. And I won't have it wasted either! So either you take one, or..or..." She blinks at Jester reaching for the leash, "I say good man, do you own her? Because if you do, you should feed her better."

Paendrag occasionally glances through the crowd, searching out Songbird, but he doesn't approach his former partner since she seems to be busy. He gets found by someone who pulls *him* into a short dance, though she's careful not to get her toes stepped on by the armored fellows boots.

Kenith walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Decklar sits down close to the cat.

Scarecrow inclines his head, his eyes moving back to the two lovebirds. "Then you have entered the arena of rhetoric wonderfully."

Master_Jester begins leading his little beggar woman back to the depths from wence she sprang casually. "So make any new friends on your little jaunt dear?" He pauses tilting his head to the side as the woman talks. He says nothing though, expecting the beggar woman to handel this appropriately

Disentangled from PeacockBoy by a group of singing revelers, ButterFly appears in front of Paendrag. Cavalierly, she makes an elegant leg, quite at odds with her appearance, and smiles broadly, "Might I cut in?"

A sight to be seen in the festivities, is it a joke? Demonder is almost recognizable by sight, though he lacks his purple cloak or his clean looks. Blood carries on his shoulder and arm, his axe bloodied by his side as he walks into the scene with wide eyes. Eyes that are red from stress, jawline that is tight from anger. He walks into the scene with determined movement, the blood already dried on his shirt.

Paendrag blinsk down at Butterfly, "I guess so, yeah." He glances at his erstwhile partner, who snorts to herself and wanders off, mumbling.

Feathers ruffle as the owl and the songbird circle the plaza at a near dizzying pace. The musicians increase their tempo to keep up with the whirling duo as a number of other couples attempt to join the plumed pair.

ButterFly watches Paendrag's erstwhile partner trot off, and begins dancing with the armoured man.

Decklar wistles from his resting place and falco flies to him and land next to him and the ladycat.

Paendrag dances! Once again, he's not all that graceful thanks to the suit he's wearing, and he smiles apologetically at Butterfly over that. But he manages nicely enough, speaking of at least some natural grace in that respect.

Falco sits down in the Nice shady spot.

BeggarWoman swallows slightly, a nervous expression touching her eyes, "I am sorry, Mistress, for leading you to believe that I was that hungry. Please, give the food to the children that need it. I am tended for. I thank you for picking my body from the streets when that Child of the Light made me trip over my own feet...." She seems almost tense, with the Jester standing so close by - or leading her as he is. "Please accept my humble apology for causing you any unwarranted grief." Her words flow smoothly for a beggar.

ButterFly chuckles with amusement at Paendrag's attempts, but it is not a derisive chuckle. She appears to truly be having fun as the two whirl to the music, her butterfly's wings flapping gently.

Halice enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

Halice is provided with an armed escort while on the Palace grounds, and any weapons are taken.

Kragar notices Demonders odd bloodied state.

Demonder glady hands over his weapon to a palace guard, actually managing a smile. "It is but the Feast of the Roses!" Demonder declares in a voice as he takes the hat of a Fool nearby to place it on his own head. "Nothing to be taken seriously on this night! Not among the fools" He yells again, making his way through the crowd. With the way he moves you'd almost think the injuries were faked.

Ladycat glances across the plaza to see her friend Butterfly dancing with the man in armour. She smiles.

BeggarWoman's attention goes to several of the newcomers entering from not too far away. Blood drains from her face briefly, as she spies someone, or something she recognizes - or appears to recognize. Almost, she shrinks behind the hood of her rags, or would if she could. There was no missing that pained expression in her eyes though.

Master_Jester seems pleased with the beggars words. He gives her leash a tug eyes suddenly going to Demonder...he stops short...curious

Scarecrow is provided with an armed escort while on the Palace grounds, and any weapons are taken.

Paendrag stops his dancing at the sight of the bloodied fellow's shouting. He blinks at him, peering to see, for sure, whether the injuries are real or fake.

While being madly whirled by GreyOwl, the gaily dressed Songbird attempts to look around toward the sound of the shouts, her lips thinning out into a grimace as she notes the blood upon Demonder.

Kerissa takes a step back, eyes going from the Beggarwoman to the Jester uncertainly. Lips tightening, she shakes her head, "You caused me no grief. If you are certain that you what you wish I do, I shall seek out the children most needful of this food." She curtsies, "A pleasure making your acquaintence good lady."

The guardsmen on duty at the Palace gates argue in hushed tones on the relative merits of two different taverns.

Kerissa's eyes follow Jester and Beggarwoman's gaze. She is unable to hide her gasp at the realistic looking blood on the man's shirt.

ButterFly stops dancing as Paendrag does, her gray eyes traveling over to Demonder.

GreyOwl slows his wild dervish with Songbird as he picks up on her apprehension. Coming to a stop, he surveys the Plaza for the cause of the distrubance.

Ladycat gasps and moves back further into the shadowed spot as she sees the blood-covered man.

"It is the fools after-all," Demonder proclaims as he manages to find himself a higher spot among the crowd. "The Fools that turn the nights into day when the moon is still out. Or show darkness under the bright Sun." Taking to the crowd he watches and observes those within. Eyes faintly looking through everyone, and yet searching. "When the commoners play games with the nobles. Where they steal their smug smiles. The Festival of the Roses is to be enjoyed by all."

Decklar notices the man stained in blood for the first time but does not move although he waches mor closly.

BeggarWoman turns her attention back to Kerissa, "I am hardly a Lady, Mistress. I am but a rat, as I mentioned before. Again, I apologize." At the tug on the leash, she does move a bit closer to Jester, though her concerned eyes never move from Demonder's form. No emotion is shed upon her features, shrouded as they are.

Dorn continues to sip from his glass, possibly not noticing what the disturbance is all about because of the milling crowd in front of him.

Kragar moves to a better vantage point. Better to see Demonder and watch the edge of the crowd.

Master_Jester knows he should go...but he's too damned curious to know what Demonder is babbeling about...He mutters something about if you want something done the right way one should do it himself

Kerissa gives BeggarWoman a thin smile, "Forgive me my cursed eyesight, I do believe it is adamant that I views you as a lady." She tosses her locks over her shoulder, frowning at the words Demonder proclaims.

A screech is heard and if you looked for the source you see it is from the falcon that is being held by Decklar.

Decklar reaches into his pouch and produces a leather teather and attaches it to Falco.

BeggarWoman's eyes move between Jester and Demonder, her tension seeming to grow - though whether it's because of the man standing next to her, or the man who has bloodied clothing and is raving, or for other reasons, it's not all too terribly revealing.

Songbird leaves GreyOwls embrace and leads him by the hand toward Demonder.

Demonder does twitch as he pulls on the injured shoulder for a moment, head shaking a touch. "And where tales are told. Told noble houses that are taken under strife. Ones where uncles that seek for power cowardly toss dead animals in the beds of children. Stories of betrayal of ones own blood, for power that they have no grasp of understanding." A dagger falls form Demonder's belt then, and he simply kicks it away. Some fresh blood oozes from his wound. "Yes, how cowardly a man must be to betray his own neice? To take her away from those that care. It is a night for tails and celebration!" You'd almost think Demonder means it.

ShepherdBoy leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

ShepherdBoy enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

GreyOwl follows Songbird's lead, but begins casting about the plaza, looking for something.

Decklar stands taking his falcon on his arm. Trying for a better view.

Master_Jester folds his arms before him causing Beggar Woman's leash to pull tighter. Yeah he's listening.

Standing before Demonder, SongBird lifts one slender, pale hand. "Please, Lord Demonder. Not here. We can retire somewhere else and speak of this..." She wobbles a bit unsteadily on her feet, and it is clear that she has had much to drink this night.

Ladycat rises as well, looking very pale, watching the man with horrified eyes.

ButterFly watches with interest, still standing near Paendrag.

Kenith stands on the Palace Courtyard ,looking at the festivities. He wasnt normally visible ,but he steps closer as Demondor makes his entrance and holds a speech. Staying away from the crowds, he doesnt interfere and just listens.

Paendrag steps closer towards Demonder, frowning really. He looks concerned as the injured Demonder keeps babbling.

Kragar is watching all of this Demonder and the crowd this is getting interesting to say the least.

Songbird reaches up to deftly unfasten the clasps of her masque at the back of her head, removing it and revealing who lies beneath the disguise. It is none other than Aislynn, the Queen of Andor, lines of worry and despondency making creases at the corners of her eyes.

The falcon that decklar carries looks very uncomfortable in the presence of the bloody man. It screeches a couple of time but Decklar keeps it undercontrol.

BeggarWoman winces as the leash gets pulled tighter. She moves another step toward the Jester, though keeps silent. Her eyes carefully take in everyhing about her, curiosity brimming within, and perhaps a touch of fear. She casts a short, sidelong glance toward the Jester, then turns her attention to the Songbird, GreyOwl and Demonder. Still, she keeps most of her emotion concealed. She gasps slightly as Aislynn reveals herself.

Demonder points to a begger nearby. "You there! The poor and the innocent?" The begger decides to move away from the bleading Lord, and then gets into a run. Turning to SongBird he shrugs. "I speak of entertainment only. It is a night for tales, after all?" he asks the last in a whisper, perhaps only heard by those nearby. "There are tales of love, of course. Those of broken hearts. Of two meant ot be but then ripped apart. What is the price of power? I'd not say the bond ones that love eachother. What sacrifice is there larger but that of love? Perhaps of child. Perhaps the cowardly sacrifice of the child that would come from that love?" Demonder trails off on this thought, touch smiling as he moves on a little more harshly. "But the fool is the man that commits the crime so visibly. So clear to everyone. And feels he will sleep at nights.... For he is the fool in this tale. The one that may find death in the night."

A sudden hush falls over the crowd as the Lady is unmasked. The revelling comes to a complete stop, in waves as people realize what is going on. In another wave, men and women go to their knees wherever they sit or stand.

Paendrag just *gapes* at Songbird. He danced with the Queen of Andor. Wow.

A small group of revelers pass through the plaza, shattering the relatively quiet night with their laughter and talk.

ButterFly drops into a deep curtsey, bowing her head.

Decklar bows slightly but keeps his eyes on the bloody man.

Kragar wonders if Jefrin is now dead.

As the Queen unmasks herself, the man in grey follows her lead in more way than one. The owl mask is left discarded on the cobblestones as Greydon summons a pair of Guardsmen from their posts at the gate.

Kerissa looks up from her kneeling position, trying but unable to hide her extreme surprise.

Paendrag has partially disconnected.

Kenith stands quietly near the gate as the Guards rushes past him on the order from Prince Greydon. He smiles a little ,although not suprised to find his cousin under the songbirds mask..most likely he has seen her walking around in her costume before ,inside the palace.

Demonder smiles a touch as he jumps from his higher place among the crowd. Now clearly he winches in pain as he bows formaly to one knee as the Queen unmasks herself. Baring no thought to the others now, he stands after the formal bow. "If I do not amuse, I will leave, Your Majesty," he states absently in thought.

Paendrag frowns. He steps closer again, ut not too close. After all, the Queen's Guards are coming and it appears that they're going to ahve the situation well in hand.

Aislynn shakes her head, placing a pale hand upon Demonder's shoulder. "You are injured...is there aught that I can do to help?" she inquires, her voice filled with anguish.

Dorn continues to sip from his glass, not showing much enthusiasm or curiousity for the current goings on.

Master_Jester seems like he is about to speak out...but he remains quiet behind his masque. Was that a challange? He turns to the Beggar eyes seeming to burn...oh yes...it's time to go home and vent some anger.

Master_Jester pulls that leash tight and heads away from this...this childish display. We shall see who gets assaulted in their sleep. Oh yes we shall

ShepherdBoy makes his way to stand beside the Queen and look down upon his almost relative. Behind the mask a look of concern and compassion fills his eyes.

Demonder chuckles a touch at his injury, stumbling forward a touch. "My heart you speak of, Your Majesty? Or the mear slices from the villian that is among us?"

Greydon leans forward to whisper to the Queen, eyeing the injured man.

BeggarWoman does not kneel to the Queen, not with that leash getting shorter and shorter. It might be imagined, but something of a whimper might be heard coming from the BeggarWoman one she catches sight of Master_Jester's angered eyes. She yelps as the leash is pulled more tightly, unable to mask her surprise, and does the only thing she can do, follow Jester.

Elara says "Do not worry Lord, his due is coming."

Master_Jester whispers "I have had about enough of him. Come dear, enough gawking at the love you might have had."

Paendrag's eyes narrow behind his mask. He glances back at Butterfly, apologetically, but he's still watching, quietly.

Master_Jester leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Kragar watches the Jester as he leaves. This small man looks almost dangerous as he watches that man go...there is something about him....

Aislynn lifts a brow at Demonder's words, "I cannot heal your heart, Lord Demonder," she says, quietly, "However, I can vow to give you all the support you might need in order to right this wrong. Though a body was found, we cannot yet be sure that it was that of Rennar. I have my doubts."

You follow the white stone paved road to the north.

Caembarin Boulevard: Inner City, Caemlyn

The Inner City of Caemlyn is built upon the highest peaking hills, surrounded by a fortified wall built of polished granite with gleaming white marble inlays. One can look down over the gentle slopes of the rest of the city from the many vantage points along the wall. The streets have been crafted to follow the natural contours of the hills, and are paved in silver-streaked gray. A large park-like area lies to the western edge of the walled Inner City.

The pale moonlight shines down upon the white stone of the walks and the green grass, glistening with the night's dew. Dead leaves of red, yellow and brown are being swept around by mild autumnal breezes. A white stone-paved road leads to the south, winding uphill, and its twin leads off to the east. To the north lies Origan Gate, which leads into the New City.
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BeggarWoman continues to follow along, as fast as her legs will carry her at Jester's pace through the streets. Her shoulders are sagged a bit more, though she dares not stop, or even slow the man leading her.

Master_Jester stops short eyes burning with anger as he closes distance with the beggarwoman..."I will get my due aye? Any mark they put on me I shall revisit to you 10 fold!" He yanks that leash as if to reinforce. Boy did that last bit make him...angry

Again, a whimper can be heard coming from the BeggarWoman, though she keeps going, lest any show of resistance make things worse for her already bad situation.

Master_Jester walks the rest of the way back home keeping you on a very short leash...and muttering curses and ill omens to come for Demonder and his pitiful house..."I'm gonna send um all back to pick their damned grapes."