Caeringil arches a light smile in Oriana's direction, his eyes flickering once to take in the final position of the Children, before settling more finally on the young girl at his table. "How many /small/ soldiers have you seen, Mistress?"

Oriana shakes her head "A few..but what does that have to do with anything really?" Obviously she doesn't talk to soldiers. she moves a bit in her seat to make herself more comfortable. Her dark gaze settling fully on Caeringil.

It is when Inarin calls attention to himself that Rennar finally looks in his direction. When she does, her features seem to pale slightly and her eyes widen. She gives pause to her words, almost getting them out before stopping herself. She closes her mouth and swallows. To most people, it would seem a normal reaction for a commoner - though Rennar is normally more reserved than that. "I.. I am well." Though her voice nor her features sound as such. There is a murmured, "Oh Light" that can be heard by those sitting near her.

Inarin blinks at Rennar, quietly. "Are you all right?" He seems concerned, honestly, leaning forward as if he's about to stand and move closer to her. "Lady Rennar?" His lips have drawn into a worried frown.

The other two Children just blink, quietly, and take a look at each other. One of them is eyeing the noblewoman in a mucn more suspicous fashion now.

Engest glances up from his small book of psalms as the Innkeeper departs, leaving a spread for fully three men on the table before him. Sighing, Engest gives a wry shake of his head before sipping slightly from a brim-full goblet of wine, nibbling on a cheese-bedecked piece of bread. As he refreshes himself his gaze floats about the Inn.

VIEWING: There are a few images about Inarin. One of him holding a widebladed spear, like the kind the Aiel use, but he's holding it in his hand, by the blade. Another shows the golden sunburst, pierced from behind by a dagger, a betrayal of some kind. The last one shows the White Lion and the Sunburst at odds, though you could get the feeling that this more of an internal problem than an external one, a conflict between his loyalty to Andor and his loyalty to the Children of the Light."

Caeringil leans back in his chair, with the quiet confidence of a point proven. "Exactly. Such brutish pursuits are exactly what the Creator reserved for such large, /tall/ fellows... " His words slightly trail off as the small disturbance on the other side of the Inn commands his attention, his fine black brows furrowing lightly as he straightens, sitting up and leaning forwards to train intent eyes on Inarin and the noblewoman. Suspicious eyes, even, as if he suspects the Child of some wrongdoing.

It takes a few moments for Rennar to regain her composure and her color to return to her cheeks. "I am well..." She manages once more, trying to reassure the Children. Yet, she gives Inarin an odd look. "Might I speak with you..." She pauses a moment, a touch uncomfortable, "Privately?" Her eyes go to the other Children, then back to Inarin.

Inarin looks to the other two Children, then blinks at Rennar again, nodding to her, "Certainly." His puzzlement, though, is easy to see. He starts to stand up and pushes his chair in, heading towards Rennar.

Oriana looks towards the noblewoman and the child but then shrugs softly. "Well i think tall men look nice." She emphasizes the tall. "and not all of them are dull witted either."

Calmly, or as calmly as possible, Rennar waits for Inarin to be seated at her table. She folds her hands before her after pushing away her small tray of cheeses and fruits, now unable to eat much.

Inarin sits down at Window Table.

Expression quirking curiously once he spies the odd pairing near the Window, Engest resumes his repast.

Caeringil's retort to Oriana is mild as he looks away from the noblewoman, apparently satisfied, "And I prefer /petite/ women-- " He breaks off, appearing to remember something, a minute flush marking his features as he abruptly rises. "I am required elsewhere, Mistress Oriana." Amusement lightens his expression, "My best wishes, in learning how to be a 'proper' Domani woman, Mistress."

Inarin settles into the seat, quietly, chainmail clinking as he attempts to get about as comfortable in it as he can. In other words...not very.

Oriana inclines her head "thank you lord caeringil and may the light illumine you and your betrothed." she smiles at the man.

Rennar waits for a moment for Inarin to get settled, her expression turning almost grave, and a holding a touch of fright within her eyes. Most people would attribute that to her speaking with a Lord Captain. Some might know better, knowing her usual fiesty demeanor. She mutters to Window Table, "... things... to... before I... your... not act on... that I... you..." There is almost desparation in her eyes for a brief moment before she wills it away.

At your table,Rennar waits for a moment for Inarin to get settled, her expression turning almost grave, and a holding a touch of fright within her eyes. Most people would attribute that to her speaking with a Lord Captain. Some might know better, knowing her usual fiesty demeanor. "There's a few things that need to be said, but before I do so, I must have your promise that you will not act on any information that I am about to tell you..." There is almost desparation in her eyes for a brief moment before she wills it away.

Caeringil nods to Oriana, smiling lightly, before padding quietly towards the main door on slippered feet.

At your table, Inarin nods slightly. "I can do that, Lady Rennar, so long as it does not come into conflict with my Oaths as Child of the Light. Do you know the Oath we swear?"

Rennar pauses briefly, She mutters to Window Table, "My brother, Jerad, was once... Child of... She... something... the... looks none... keeping her... then allows them... return... going on." What are your personally beliefs on people who are different? I don't mean those who are Aes Sedai. I'm already aware of what Children think of them, but I mean others... those who have other abilities or things surrounding their lives?"

At your table,Rennar pauses briefly, "My brother, Jerad, was once a Child of the Light.' She affirms something spoken at the table, though looks none too happy at that particular admission, keeping her features painstakingly neutral as she mentions it, then allows them to return to normal before going on. "What are your personally beliefs on people who are different? I don't mean those who are Aes Sedai. I'm already aware of what Children think of them, but I mean others... those who have other abilities or things surrounding their lives?"

Rennar pauses briefly, 'My brother, Jerad, was once a Child of the Light.' She affirms something spoken at the table, though looks none too happy at that particular admission, keeping her features painstakingly neutral as she mentions it, then allows them to return to normal before going on. She mutters to Window Table, "What are... who... think of... but I... those... abilities... lives?"

At your table,Rennar pauses briefly, 'My brother, Jerad, was once a Child of the Light.' She affirms something spoken at the table, though looks none too happy at that particular admission, keeping her features painstakingly neutral as she mentions it, then allows them to return to normal before going on. "What are your personally beliefs on people who are different? I don't mean those who are Aes Sedai. I'm already aware of what Children think of them, but I mean others... those who have other abilities or things surrounding their lives?"

Inarin blinks towards Rennar, but he looks completely confused as to the line of questioning that he's seeing.

At your table, Inarin creaks forward a little. "Other abiltiies? Like what? There are stories and legends, and I've heard rumors of people with golden eyes. Even seen one, myself. But I don't know much of anything about anyone with 'other abilities'."

Rennar crosses her arms before her as she regards Inarin, pressing her lips together. She seems almost uncertain and unsures of herself, second-guessing inviting him to her table. After a sigh, she continues. She mutters to Window Table, "... are... or threads... the pattern... bend... whether..."

At your table,Rennar crosses her arms before her as she regards Inarin, pressing her lips together. She seems almost uncertain and unsures of herself, second-guessing inviting him to her table. After a sigh, she continues. "There are those that are considered able to see the future, or threads of the pattern... and those who bend the threads, whether they will it or not."

Engest sighs contentedly, pushing back what remains of his meal and brushing at his mouth with a napkin. Shifting a bit uncomfortably in his chair, Engest takes advantage of the motion to glance back at the young woman so previously ensconced with the Ildevwyn Lordling, a weighing aspect to his expression as he does so.

At your table, Inarin nods slightly, "The latter I've heard of. Ta'veren. Everyone's heard of that." He smiles a little, though he still looks puzzled. "As for the future... The Wheel weaves as the Wheel will."

Rennar slowly nods her head, eyes now intently resting upon Inarin, and holding more than a touch of sureity within them, 'Indeed, I know what they are called.' She pauses again, pressing her lips together before continuing, She mutters to Window Table, "... say were I to tell you that... are one..."

At your table,Rennar slowly nods her head, eyes now intently resting upon Inarin, and holding more than a touch of sureity within them, 'Indeed, I know what they are called.' She pauses again, pressing her lips together before continuing, "And what would you say were I to tell you that you are one such being?"

Inarin gives Rennar a blank look. "Huh?" Such an elegant, intelligent response from a Lord Captain. Really. It is.

Engest rises from his seat, nods a polite withdrawl and heading towards the exit.

Reynard comes down the creaking stairs, and enters the common room.

Reynard pushes through the wooden door and heads back out to the stableyard.

Engest pushes through the wooden door and heads back out to the stableyard.

Rennar oddly enough gives Inarin a dead pan look. She mutters to Window Table, "... am... to... you... one... who... the... or not.... it... way... since... surrounds you." There is a brief pause as Rennar starts to ramble, either on a roll or too frightened to stop.

At your table,Rennar oddly enough gives Inarin a dead pan look. "I am sorry to say... you are Ta'veren. You are one of those who bends the weave to your will, whether you wish it or not. And, it may never bend the way you exactly wish for it to, since it is chance that surrounds you." There is a brief pause as Rennar starts to ramble, either on a roll or too frightened to stop.

Inarin just stares at Rennar, an incredulous look on his face. He gestures with her with a gaunlted hand while saying something to her quietly.

At your table, Inarin says "And you know this because you can see the threads of the weel forming? The future? A seer? Who put you up to this? Is Aislynn trying to get me ready for the Feast of Fools?"

At your table, Inarin's lips twitch into a small smirk.

At your table, Rennar's expression is dead serious, with no hints of humor about the edges of her features, "You also have some sort of internal struggle." She seems to look beyond Inarin briefly. "Between your loyalties to the Throne and the Children. There may possibly be some sort of betrayal... and at one time or another, you may go to the Aiel Waste..." She looks back to Inarin, eyeing him quietly. "I am such a person who sees the threads. It is not something I advertise, nor like, but it is what I am."

Inarin just sort of blinks at Rennar, quietly. He pales slightly, staring at her openly. Apparently, *something* she said struck a chord in him.

At your table, There is a touch of sympathy within Rennar's eyes. "I felt you needed to be warned. Otherwise, I would have said nothing at all. If you knew Maggae, you know that strange things happened around her. She is Ta'veren as well. Though..." She smirks, "Light wills that she stay away from here." It might be known that Rennar has no love for the Social Secretary of Tar Valon, after being snubbed during her first and only trip to the city. "The pattern will bend around you, and things will be... unpredictable."

At your table, Inarin just keeps staring. He doesn't seem to have the vaguest clue what to say to that. Finally, after making a little strangle sound of exasperation, he manages to say, "Now hold on a bloody minuite!"

At your table, Rennar visibly winces at Inarin's exasperation, though does not turn her gaze from Inarin. "I have no reason to lie to you, and bare myself before you."

At your table, Inarin holds his hands up, quickly, "I didn't say that. In fact, I don't think I've been able to say much of anything. What in the Creator's name am I supposed to say to *that?*"

At your table, Rennar sighs lightly, that sympathy still held within her eyes, "There's not much to say, any more than there was much I could say when my own abilities started coming to me."

At your table, Inarin's brow arches at that. "When *did* they start coming to you?"

At your table, Rennar continues, back in ramble mode, "They can be considered either a boon, or a curse.... for the longest of times, I considered them a curse... and I'm not sure I've changed much from that impression..." She shivers slightly for a moment, then looks back to Inarin. "What you choose to do with the information is your business... I just ask that you please..." There's a pleading in her voice as she tries to meet Inarin's eyes, "... not reveal my own abilities. My uncle already gave me more reason as to why I should believe that are a curse."

Apparnetly, Rennar isn't the only one who can fall into rambling. "Your uncle?" He shakes his head, "I just don't understand, at all." His gaze flicks down towards the table and he runs his hand through his hair. "There's something wong here. I just.." He gives his head another shake, then turns his gaze towards you and licks his lips.

Durnik enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

At your table, Rennar sighs lightly, going back to the other question asked of her, "I was of age enough to understand something strange was going on, and yet young enough to be frightened by the realization of what I could do. My first visions were of the death of my father, and the act which commited it, though I did not put two and two together until too late. I do not always know the meaning behind what I see, just know that sometimes... they happen." It is then that she looks at the table. "Again, a curse." And may seem to click with some of the rumors that might have been heard about her in the streets - odd reactions, fits of madness- when really she was just troubled by her visions.

Inarin shifts a little in his seat, apparently quite uncomfortable with his conversation with the Lady of Hune. He shakes his head at her again, face scrunched a little in confusion. He speaks to her in low, urgent tones, leaning forward and resting both his hands on the table's edge.

At your table, Inarin says "You know the future? But you're not able to change it's course?"

At your table, Rennar slowly shakes her head, "I only know what I see, the snippets of the pattern that I am able to glimmer. It's nothing as large as a foreteller might be able to do... and has nothing to do with channeling at all. it's more invidualized... for each person that I see."

Durnik enters the room and pauses at the door, as always. His eyes narrow slightly as they adjust to the light. He seems tired, yet alert...and besides the two guards he always travels with more than make up for any lapse in alertness. Though they seem to have been left outside this time. He isn't wearing his customary longsword either, though his dagger remains at his side. He scratches at his neck lightly, and finally moves into the room. Though he moves slowly as if he hasn't decided where to go quite yet.

Inarin peels his gauntlets off, then lifts his fingers and pinches the bridge of his nose, just lightly. He slumps back into his seat as far as he can without getting pinched by his armor in a bad place.

Rennar shifts a bit uncomfortably and starts to rise, She mutters to Window Table, "... leave... alone to digest... you've been... is... have... accusing you... out..."

At your table,Rennar shifts a bit uncomfortably and starts to rise, "Perhaps I should leave you alone to digest what you've been told. It is better you have time to prepare yourself, than have people accusing you of it out of hand."

Inarin stares at Rennar again, then gives his head a quick shake, like he's trying to clear it. He speaks to her again, his tone of voice kept low, though he's obviously a little tense.

Demonder enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

Durnik decides it's the bar he wants to head to, but on his way he notices Rennar as she begins to get up. He hesitates momentarily, not quite certain how to react to her presence. The pair has not been happy with each other lately, but they haven't fought about anything recently so perhaps it's safe?....then again perhaps not. He continues to the bar, but makes certain to take up a position where he can watch the window table. Looking over to the barkeep, he orders a water quietly.

At your table, Inarin says "Yes. I'd hate to be accused of something out of hand. Why did you decide to risk yourself like that, though, to tell me? There are probably some in my order who would think your 'gift', or 'curse', however you choose to look at it, a manipulation of the Dark One."

Rennar half-stands near the window table, watching Inarin with quieted eyes and a serious expression. She seems to be considering something spoken, pressing her lips together, with a vaguely worried expression moving through a neutral mask.

With that purple cloak trailing behind him, Lord Demonder enters the common room. That axe sways heavily on his hip, but it barely bothers him as he pushes through and scans the common room briefly. It's not until he enters the common room further that he takes notice of his half-standing wife. Eyes touch on a matter of concern, though it only brief, until he also notices the Lord Captain with her. Taking a relaxing breath, he calms his features and heads toward the two.

Rennar places her hands upon the table for a bit of support. She mutters to Window Table, "... killed... brother... my... would somehow... and... my... someone... my... came true,... was... Perhaps... you,... that... formed... our abilities... from... The... me... least... in... that you were... what..."

At your table,Rennar places her hands upon the table for a bit of support. "My father was killed by my brother... I knew that my father would somehow die, and I knew that my brother would kill someone... those were my first visions. When they came true, I was terrified. Perhaps I told you, because this is something that just formed with you... and in a sense it makes is kindred spirits; though our abilities are far from the same. The worst you could do is arrest me and try to bring me back to the Light... but at least I could rest in knowing that you were warned, where I was far from warned at what I might go through."

Inarin blinks at Rennar, then shoots her a sympathetic look at what she tells him. He shakes his head a little, then carefully reaches over and pats her on the shoulder, speaking to her quietly.

At your table, Inarin says "Either you're telling me just what I want to hear or you believe that. I'm inclined to thin and hope for the latter. Thank you."

Demonder doesn't relax in the length of his stride as he walks toward the table with Rennar and Inarin. Though he does nearly run over a server, and needs to make a few apologies before heading toward the table away. He's still about a dozen steps away, having to travel most of the common room.

There is something of a brief smile that comes to Rennar's lips, though it is only brief through her own, unhidden worry. "I really do believe it, Lord Captain." Her voice is softly spoken, her eyes soft. "And I do wish you well." She fails to see Demonder coming in her direction, still too caught up in her own conversation.

Inarin bites at his lip again. He hasn't seen Demonder either. He nods to her. "Thank you," He says, quietly, gaze lowered towards the table.

Adventurer enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

Demonder finally reaches Rennar and Inarin, stepping to their table hiding any hint of surprise. He does look relieved, however. "Lady Rennar, Lord Captain," he greets both in turn a touch formal. Though to Renni, his strong hands move across her closest shoulder and stretch across her back to the far shoulder in affection.

Adventurer orders Cider.

A server scurries over to Adventurer and sets the Cider before it.

"Lord Demonder..." Rennar greets her husband formally, though seems to be much relieved that he is now at her side. "If there is nothing else, Lord Captain, I would leave you to your thoughts. Surely, you have much to think on and consider now."

Adventurer sits down at Fireside Table.

Inarin shakes his head at Rennar. "feel free." He says it quietly enough, "Walk in the Light."

"Light Illume," Demonder responds to Inarin, his eyes moving to Rennar briefly before locking on the Lord Captain. "Are we on our way out then?" he asks Renni.

Adventurer stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Adventurer pushes through the wooden door and heads back out to the stableyard.

"Light shine." Rennar answers back, offering another soft, sympathetic smile to Inarin. She glances back at Demonder, "I think that would be best, yes.... or to the Aboretum."

Demonder's lips into a forced smile as he continues to have his arm around Rennar's shoulder. "A good idea," he isn't specific to which idea as he begins to lead Rennar away from the table. "An interesting conversation, I'd imagine?" he asks.

Inarin nosd towards Demonder again, politely. "The Light shine on you as wlel," he offers to the Lord, then turns away quietly, looking down at the table.

The two Children are watching the nobles and their Lord Captain with unbridled suspicoun, but are waiting before they do anything.

"Indeed. I will tell you about it later." Rennar speaks in a quieted voice, meant mostly for Demonder. Those she ends up passing by might catch snippets of it. She is aware of the other two Children in the room, but does not make her awareness known. Instead, she busies herself with Demonder, as any wife should.

Demonder's arm takes Rennar's in his, as he leads Rennar out of the common room without other words.

Demonder pushes through the wooden door and heads back out to the stableyard.

You push through the wooden door and head back out to the stable yard.

StableYard: Rose and Lion Inn, Caemlyn

A wide, lightly paved path of stones leads in a small circle from the road, to the barn, to the inn. A large area in front of the barn is cleared out for those that would be leave their wagons or carriages outside. There are several places to tie lone horses, if a rider just came in.

Lamps are lighted to provide illumination during the evening hours. As the sun sets a steady stream of people can be seen entering the inn, perhaps for a meal. Stable attendants stand ready in case any may ride in, to care for the horses. A light breeze billows around the area, not too hot yet not too cold. All around trees appear to be losing their leaves, bringing telltale signs of the season's change. A few steps lead up to a small door, opening into the large building before you which can only be the inn. A large sliding door can be seen opening up into the stables. If you follow the path, you will find yourself back on Caemlyn Road.

Demonder

"That could not have been good?" Demonder finally asks when they are free from prying ears. "Are you alright?" Demonder's concern is honest, as he leans forward to look over Rennar to confirm that she indeed is visibly unhurt.

There is a light note of reassurance to Rennar's voice, "I am fine for now... and whether or not it was good can be answered in a more quiet setting."

Rennar and Demonder travel through the city until they arrive in the....

Arboretum: Inner City, Caemlyn

Though not exactly busy, the Arboretum's well kept grounds manages to keep it a popular spot in Caemlyn: a quiet escape from the chaos of the streets always ready to welcome any and all that should seek her out.

Not far off, couples walk hand in hand, threading their way through the garden's winding paths. All around, leaves and flowers alike are responding to the onset of autumn, the garden filled with warm reds, oranges and yellows. Every now and again, cool breezes blow through, stirring stray leaves across the small pond and nearby paths as the Creator cleans up the world for the coming winter. Small stone-lined paths creep off the park's main path, offering visitors a chance to slip away and find their own 'private' spot to sit and enjoy the greenery all around. At the western most end of the park, a high wrought-iron fence is surrounds three large trees, their crowns rivaling the nearby towers of the Inner City. Nestled amidst the ancient giants is a small gatehouse, nearly obscured with creeping ivy.

Demonder

After a lengthy walk in casual conversation, Demonder leads Rennar into the Arboretum and toward a distant and quiet corner of the area. There's a light level of concern on his features as he leads them toward a small group of trees. "Has trouble found you once more?" Demonder asks, his body more toward her as they stand beneath a tree.

Demonder breaks from the main path and ventures forth to find a place somewhere in the Shady Trees.

You break from the main path and venture forth to find yourself a place of your own in the Shady Trees.

"Perhaps... perhaps not... that remains to be seen." Yet clearly there is worry on her features, "The Lord Captain is Ta'veren."

Demonder stops in his motion. He had been about to reach an arm around her, but now he simply stands there silent for the longest of time before lowering his arm. "He is Ta'veren?" Demonder's question needs to answer, though his eyes continue to look at Rennar with wide surprise. "Did you react well to this viewing?"

"Not exactly, but I did not run screaming either... He was concerned..." Rennar lets her voice trail, her eyes moving to Demonders, "He knows." When she says he 'knows', she means everything. "I asked him not to tell. What he promised and what he does are two different things though."

Demonder's lip quivers at that. That concern grows suddenly thick, until his skin begins to pale. Demonder turns away briefly, taking a breath and gaining strength so that when his eyes return to Rennar they are gaining in strength. "I see. You told him he was Ta'veren, and that you can see such things? He did not name you....?"

"He did not... though he did warn me that others might..." Rennar reaches out a hand and quietly caresses Demonder's cheek, "I find him much like the former Lord Captain Commander, Alrik... though, not entirely."

"Not exactly, but I did not run screaming either... He was concerned..." Rennar lets her voice trail, her eyes moving to Demonders, "He knows." When she says he 'knows', she means everything. "I asked him not to tell. What he promised and what he does are two different things though."

Demonder's lip quivers at that. That concern grows suddenly thick, until his skin begins to pale. Demonder turns away briefly, taking a breath and gaining strength so that when his eyes return to Rennar they are gaining in strength. "I see. You told him he was Ta'veren, and that you can see such things? He did not name you....?"'.

Demonder's features soften at Rennar's touch, but it would barely be noticable. At least the comparison to Alrik is of agreement to Demonder. "If he swore Oaths not to tell others," Demonder's eyes look hopeful. "If he says anything, he will do so within the next day. Otherwise, hiding such truth might be as damning to him as it would be to you."

"If he told of me, he'd have to also tell of himself. It would be hard to explain why strange things kept happening around him... one might suspect him a channeler." Rennar points out quietly, "Though, I did not mention that when I spoke with him."

Demonder isn't completely convinced, but still hopeful on the matter. "How are we to handle this? A Lord Captain that is Ta'veren," Demonder's voice is barely a whisper. A finger slips beneath Rennar's chin, lifting her more to him as he brings her in closer to a hug. The embrace attempts to bring comfort.

"There is nothing that we can actually handle. There's no way to 'handle' a ta'veren that I'm aware. Things just... happen." Rennar sighs, taking her hand from Demonder's cheek to rub at her own temples. She seems rather distressed at all this herself.

"Is it better to stay away from one, or to be close to them?" Demonder's question is vague of curiousity, and thicker with concern. "That is the one that had asked Lord Turail for aid on the shelter, is it not? On my last visit to the Roesone Manor I had heard the Lord Captain's name involved."

Slowly, Rennar nods her head, murmuring in a quieted voice, " It is the same, I believe. And for the rest, the farther away you are, the better. THe weaving only bends around him."

"Then that will be our course of action," Demonder concludes. "Though a Ta'veren of his rank and power in the Children will be difficult to ignore." A frown forms, as he shakes his head in disbelief. "If what I know on Ta'veren is not exaddurated, Inarin may have random people believe they need to be recruited for the Children without any rational thought. And have the Queen bend...." Demonder's thoughts trail there. There's almost a hint of terror in his train of thoughts.

"Or, just as likely change her mind and want the Children out of Andor. What happens is as equally bad as it is good." Rennar murmurs soft reassurances, placing her hands around Demonder's waist and settling herself in beside him.

"Still..." Demonder's voice trails. "I do not want to be affected by some ta'veren in my choices," Demonder's fear continues to spin on this subject, holding Rennar near for as much for her as he does for himself. "You say he is like Alrik? Alrik I could trust."

"A bit yes.... I can't vouch much more than that... he is also torn between his loyalties to Andor and to the Children, so I believe he actually wants to do what is right and best." Rennar murmurs quietly, "I saw that, in an image, his torn loyalities."

"Torn loyalities," Demonder murmurs the words as he ponders that. "Of course, this may mean he will drag conflicts around him as well." Managing to turn it into a negative, he holds Rennar for a few more moments before pulling away just enough to find Rennar's eyes. "You bring me constant troubles, and I'd not trade anything for that, my love. My eyes are open to a new world with you so near. My thoughts striving for hire insight."

Gently, Rennar hugs Demonder to her, "I would not worry on the Lord Captain. Just continue life as we know it. I'm not suddenly going to sprout wings and change my own loyalties to the Children, afterall."

"You won't...." Demonder agrees with a hinting smile. "And if you do sprout wings I'd love you just the same. Or if you changed loyalties, we'd likely start on a /small/ argument." Demonder kisses his wife briefly on the cheek. "It is unfortunate we can not warn Lord Turail."

Rennar lifts a brow lightly, "You would let him go to the wolves?" She tilts her head to the side a bit, regarding Demonder, "Or simply let him be influenced without knowledge of it?"

"And how would we explain to Lord Turail that we know?" Demonder asks quietly, though finally nods his head. "You are right, he is too close to the Lord Captain not to know."

"You might be surprised." Rennar states quietly, eyes carefully watching Demonder.

"You would tell him?" Demonder asks, his eyes growing distant for a moment before focusing on Rennar. There's a hesitation in his tone, even at that question, as he ponders all the consiquences of such an action. But all too quickly he answers his question, at least partly. "He can be trusted, of course."

"I would, especially if he were to be the next Head of your House. I trust him. Pitor I do not." Rennar murmurs in a quieted tone of voice.

"Yes, indeed. I suppose we will tell Turail." Demonder concludes then, seeing that this is the direction that Rennar is pulling toward. The embrace deepens, his arms holding her tightly against the broad body. "It would be unwise to allow House Roesone be influenced by a Ta'veren. Even if we can not help them, at least a warning to what the man can do."

"Exactly, but I only wish to tell Lord Turail, no others within the House." Rennar speaks, her voice holding a warning note. "I told the Lord Captain in confidence what I knew."

"Understood," Demonder agrees, moving his arm around Rennar's in a looping type fashion. "We do not need to mention the images if we do not want too, I suppose. That knowledge could have been gained in other ways. Lord Turail would take our word for it, would he not, simply based on the source."

"I would hope." Renanr speaks, "Though Lord Turail is a man of many resources. Likely, by the time we tell him, he may know already." She points out in a quiet manner.

"Certainly possible. Was the Lord Captain aware of what he was before you told him?" Demonder asks, his fingers finding amusement in her growing hair as he tries to distract himself, at least a touch, from the topic of conversation.

Rennar shakes her head lightly, "He was not." Her response is softly spoken, "And he was genuinely surprised.