Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

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

Sadi
Chade
Calisa

Sadi says "nah not really, just the trial and all. Been kinda quiet round here now dat Jeffrin's been sent on his way."

Quietly exiting the building is Rennar Hune. She seems withdrawn, almost as if caught up within her own thoughts. She nods to those present without really seeing them, continuing on her way toward the gates.

Calisa stands near Chade and Sadi, eyes fixed on the other women. As Rennar passes within her line of sight, Calisa's gaze swings to her, and she steps towards her sister.

Chade inclines his head politely to Lady Rennar, though a look of concernn crosses his face as his eyes follow her.

Rennar pauses her steps when Calisa moves toward her. A brow lifts in a delicate manner, and only then does she fully take in the others present. Her gaze rests quietly on Sadi a moment, unreadable, before it turns back to Calisa. "Sister." She greets, a single word and non-commital.

From her expression, one might think Rennar had just slapped Calisa. She replies in kind, bewilderment evident even in the single word. "Sister."

Chade watches the exchange curiously but says nothing, rather deciding to listen and watch.

Perhaps reminiscent of a time when Rennar had just returned home herself, and received such a greeting, or almost such a greeting. With nothing more to say, already knowing that Calisa is well, at least in body, Rennar starts her walk again to the exit, nodding once as she does so. She still seems withdrawn, and in her own thoughts. No doubt the matters of the last evening, and those other things she managed to reveal plaguing upon her mind.

Calisa draws in a deep breath, anger slowly building in her. She starts after her sister, step controlled.

Chade glances at Sadi briefly before turning to watch the 'sisters'.

The High Seat continues moving, unaware that Calisa has decided to follow after her. She pulls her cloak about her to ward off the cool spring air, still threatening to be wintry. She pauses just at the gates, looking out into the street with quiet, unreadable eyes.

Sadi moves over towards Chade. "Wonder what's gotten into dem?"

Calisa stops just behind Rennar, watching her in much the same manner Rennar watches the street. "I thought perhaps you might like to talk, sister?"

Chade shrugs slightly at Sadi's comment.

Hands come out from inside Rennar's cloak, then draws the hood up over her shaven head - just now starting to get some real growth back, "I have nothing to talk about." So closed is she, so reserved. Tension must coat the air like pea soup.

Calisa's word is more of a cry, control slipping away from her. "Why?!"

A quizical expression touches Rennar's features at Calisa's cry. She turns her head and carefully observes Calisa, tilting her head just slightly to the side, angling it to get a better view of the young girl. "Perhaps, because I do not wish to share my thoughts with anyone at this particular moment. Not with the jumbled mess that they are in."

Chade almost starts to wonder if he should even be watching this, if anybody should evenn be watching this but he makes no move to leave, rather he stands and watches.

Calisa calms quickly, but for her eyes, still reflecting the hurt that evoked her outcry. "You've not...I did not treat you this way after you were rescued...Why, Rennar?"

Sadi decides she doesna want any part of this and goes into the manor house

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

"You were too busy interrogating me, sister, to seek revenge upon our uncle, to really notice how you were treating me, which was certainly not like a sister." Rennar responds, her emerald eyes carefully registering Calisa's reactions. Her hands disappear back into the folds of her cloak after pulling her hood up.

Stiffly, "I would thank you to call me Calisa - or had you forgotten my name?" She's lashing out now, trying to return hurt for hurt.

No hurt registers in Rennar's reserved expression, her emerald eyes glinting in the afternoon light. "I have not forgotten your name, though I do believe you have forgotten who you are." Her tone is gentle, "Far forgotten..." Is there a touch of sadness there? Perhaps not. "The Wheel Weaves as the Wheel Wills." Strange how she says those last words. She turns her gaze back to the streets once more. Just before she did, there was an uncanny sense of knowledge showing in Rennar's eyes - this seems to be creeping up amongst many of the people she speaks with lately.

Chade seeing things starting to get personal and perhaps a little touchy, quietly sneaks off.

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

Calisa's hands contort into claws as Rennar turns away from her. "Forgotten who I am, Rennar? You will not speak to me unless I approach you; how can you know this?"

"I've known this since the very night I returned. Just in the way that you conducted yourself. Demanding rather than asking. Full of anger and hatred. You are no longer yourself." Rennar speaks in soft, quiet tones. Her hands draw the cloak about her, "Calling /me/ High Seat as if I had no name, nor was your sister any longer." All these things did occur. "However, why I do the things I do now have nothing to do with our relationship. I do out of survival."

Calisa has no answer to any of that. "And leaving the city while the Questioners still had me, and not returning for weeks? Was that for survival?"

"I did not leave the city." The words are quietly spoken. "In fact, I tried finding you, but no one wanted to give me aid. The Captain-General flat out /refused/ to give me any information about your whereabouts, even though the Queen herself ordered him to. He stormed out of the Palace in a tamtrum, and I had not seen him since until last evening at the trial. And, then when I tried searching on my own I nearly got killed." Rennar keeps facing the street, though only speaks quietly enough for Calisa to hear her. "I was in Caemlyn the whole time I was missing."

Calisa flinches back. "I'm sorry."

"There is nothing for you to be sorry for." The words come out in a firm tone. "You were not the one who refused me information." Rennar pauses, then adds, "Even Demonder and a friend of his attempted to find you. Like I, Demonder almost got himself killed. Ferret Run is more dangerous than I had suspected." A wry smirk can be heard in her words, even if hidden by the cloak now.

Calisa almost laughs. "Very true..." She hesitates. "I like to think I'm more who I was...before."

"You can never go back to who you used to be." Rennar speaks very quietly, "No matter how much you want or desire." This is nothing to do with Calisa's situation. She speaks from her own heart on this, from her own pains and experiences, that much can be told by the intonation of her voice. "You can only try to move forward, and accept what the Wheel has woven for you. No matter how gruesome, or the consequences."

Calisa's answer is as quiet. "No, you can't." She shivers. "I don't know I believe that last, though..." There /has/ to be an out, somewhere.

A brow lifts slightly, as Rennar turns her head to gaze at Calisa. There's that uncanny look of hidden knowledge in her eyes again, "For your sake, I hope not. Though for others." She shrugs her shoulder, "They have no choice but to believe." The last she speaks more for herself than of Calisa. Though, what can she mean by her word? "If you will excuse me, there's a matter in the House that I forgot to take care of." Without waiting for leave from Calisa, Rennar turns and heads back to the manor.

Calisa knows Rennar refers to the viewing, and clamps her mouth shut over the old question, just watchng Rennar go.

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

Calisa just stands in the courtyard, lost in thought. She wears a linen riding dress, the knees of which are as smeared with dirt as her gloves.

A young man, dressed in fairly ordinary clothing, makes his way down from the large oak door of the manor house down toward the courtyard and the two women there, obviously looking for Lady Rennar by his purposeful stride.

Xavier sees the young lady standing in the courtyard, approaches slowly, and bows. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, my Lady, but I was looking for the Lady Rennar, could you tell me if she is around at the moment?"

Rennar is just making her way across the yard, actually, head cloaked to keep the sight of her baldness from public view.

Calisa just gestures at her sister's back.

Xavier turns around to where the young lady points, to find himself confronted once more by his kind patron. As usual, he fluffs his bow completely.

"Ah, I hope I'm not interrupting you, my Lady, but I'd like to ask something of you, if I may?" Xavier asks with a slightly concerned tone to his voice.

Rennar halts her steps toward the House, lifting a brow slightly at Xavier, "Oh...?" She murmurs gently, curiosity filling her otherwise reserved expression, "What might that be?"

Calisa watches the pair a moment more, then turns to leave the grounds.

Calisa pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

"It is a personal request, my Lady, on behalf of myself and the young page, Emos." Xavier seems to be becoming more nervous by the moment, shifting his weight from one leg to the other slightly, and gesticulating slightly with hands locked in front of his chest.

That brow still remains raised as Rennar regards Xavier, "Yes...?" She tries one more time, waiting for the question, or rather request.

"Well, my Lady, for the past while, myself and Emos have been having quite a heart to heart, and I find myself greatly attached to the poor lad and his loss. I would like to have Emos adopted into my family, and I would ask your permission before taking any further steps, and indeed, your help." Xavier finishes his rather hurried sentence, obviously hoping to get it all out before his tongue ceases to operate.

A small frown touches Rennar's lips at that, "And what of the child's mother? He ran away from home. She had no idea that he was presently in Caemlyn until I sent a missive to her - one that I am currently awaiting an answer upon."

"Ah. That, I'm afraid, is a slightly different version of things than I have previously heard, and vastly more complicated. Emos said that he does not know if his mother is still alive - the last he saw of her disappeared into a burning building after his father. His father said that if he were to die, he could live with his mother, but Emos cannot remember what he said, or even if his mother escaped the flames." Xavier's face creases into worry, and a touch of disappointment.

Rennar's frown seems to deepen, "Indeed, vastly different stories. He told me that his mother hated him for the death of his father, that she blamed him because he started the fire on accident. He ran away from home, thinking she did not love him any longer."

Xavier seems now obviously distressed. "Well, my Lady, I do not know what to say. The obvious way to resolve this would be to talk to the young lad, but he finds the subject so difficult to broach that I would not distress him needlessly. And yet, if he is alone in this world, I would not have that so."

"He is not so alone as you think. There are many people looking out for him, myself included." Rennar responds, looking to the sky a brief moment, "And on top of that, Rio Sedai and Jhafir Gaidin."

Xavier winces. "I'm sorry, my Lady, but I meant no offence. Yourself, and the people you mentioned are surely more qualified than me to look after the young lad, but, well, he's never had a proper family. Not that I'm saying... ah, you know. If it is not possible, and it seems overly complicated at the moment as to the likelyhood of it, of adopting the lad, well, I'd like to take a hand in his care, if I may. Sort of a big brotherly role. And please excuse me for being so forward, my Lady."

"Doing that is particularly fine. I had set Mistress Sasha to looking after him, but if you would like to aid in that task, that is perfectly fine." Rennar murmurs, looking back to Xavier, "Unfortunately, I must be going now. I have an appointment at the palace." One that she seems to be dreading from the look of her.

Xavier nods. "Of course, my Lady, I apologise for taking up your time. And thank you my Lady!" Xavier turns, and leaves the courtyard going back into the main building.

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