Soft laughter drifts along the spring breeze within the Queen's Garden. There is an edge to it, though, almost nervous. Elyse J'equel Sylia Kamikatsu is seated among some flower bushes, her skilen skirts fanned out around her as she converses with one of the gardeners tending to the rose bushes nearby. Sohai is not present, for once, but Elyse has her standard contingent of two guardsmen in accompaniment.

The approach of The First Prince is followed by a couple of his own Queen's Guard, although those trail back and then stop some distance away. Theowyn's eyes settle on Elyse, a longing clearly visible within him, as he watches her giggle, her skirts fanned out around her... Using the Void as a matter of distraction from the sight is the most affective way to avoid the obvious wanting in his eyes. He will not be silly in love, at least not too silly, while in public. Though he may be determined on this fact, Theowyn is facing a losing battle. "Princess Elyse..." he greets after several steps away, his approach still clear by the sound of his feet against the ground. "Please, no need to rise. I believe we are past formalities?" he suggests with a slightly amused tone. Light, he wants her.

Elyse does indeed start to rise, but is forstalled by the Prince's words. She smiles warmly in the direction of his voice, and lowers herself once more back into the settled position she had been in, "Indeed, my Prince." Her guardsmen bow respectfully, "Especially so since our Courtship is now public knowledge." Her smile warms at the thought, her heart skips a beat and her expression seems one of hope--hope that he will join her on the lawn, and hold her as he did the night before, as inappropriate as that would be. "All is well, I trust, my Prince?" She asks, pulling herself from that fantasy.

The Prince does make his close approach, all but forgetting about everyone else as he bends forward to place a kiss on Elyse's cheek. Well, he intends a cheek, though he is to tempted by those lips. A hand reaches about the back of her shoulders, and he draws her into a sweepingly warm kiss while slowly settling down to one knee near her. Then the next, the kiss continuing until he lowers himself further, drawing her closer to him with each motion of their lips and tongue. Inproper indeed! Was something asked? He forgets.

Elyse gasps for breath as she finds herself pulled within the Prince's bold and warm embrace. She returns it deeply herself, her arms wrapping around him as much, and blindly, as possible, clinging to him as he bends to her. Her heart racing, breath coming in short gasps through the kiss. The guardsmen avert their gaze, but they look to the Prince's guards with somewhat of a plaintive expression like 'can't you do something about him?'. The gardener, well, probably has long since shuffled off to another rosebush, letting the couple have their moment, semi-alone. Finally, reluctantly, Elyse starts resisting, trying to push Theowyn away, but gently. More wanting to part the kiss than the embrace.

The kiss is most inappropriate, and does end with reluctance from the Prince. Though not without understanding, and as he lifts his lips away, the embrace is still well maintained, leaning Elyse more toward himself then she would be sitting erect. "All is well with you here, my Princess. Less is well otherwise," he admits quietly, a finger coming across her lips so she speak no further on that. Theowyn takes another kiss, this one more calmed though still hinting of his need. Somewhat satisfied, he sighs contently. "Tonight might prove enteresting, Princess. I have had reports of the Ogier approaching the city. We will likely meet in the Courtyard soon." A few Queen's Guards making their way toward the pair from a distance might be indication of that message.

Elyse frowns slightly, starting to speak and the is hushed by Theowyn's finger and then his kiss. Then brightens at the prospect of Ogier, "Indeed? Oh how fascinating!" she remains clinging to you, then blushes and starts to pull away, "Oh, of course," her tone soft, "I'll not impose, my Prince."

"Impose?" Theowyn asks with a slight hint of wonder. "Will you stand beside me in the welcoming of the Builders?" Theowyn asks, his eyes hinting on hopeful as he threatens with another kiss if she does not comply. Well, he will likely take the other kiss regardless.

Elyse smiles warmly, and nods, "I will since you ask, though I'm not certain I will be of any use," she hasn't been quite the same since learning of her sister, and this is likely what she is referring to, "I don't want to perform any transgression of Andor propriety or etiquette." She admits reluctantly, her face clouding over with thoughts of her dressing down Deleamar.

Theowyn begins to rise, one of those princely strong arms moving around Elyse's waist to aid her in the action. "You have shown yourself to be the proper, beautiful, and strong Princess of my wildest expectations, Elyse. Last evening you demonstrated that repeatedly." The words are quiet as the rise. "Come Princess..."

Elyse smiles uncertainly but does rise as bidden and with yuor aid, "Yes, my Prince," she intones softly, shyly.

Theowyn contently leads Elyse the long path of the Gardens toward the courtyard where they are to meet the Ogier.

The Queen's Gardens: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

For those that enter the Courtyard, the preparation for the arrival of the Ogier would be obvious. The Queen's Guard is in full attendance, standing wide apart in two rows leading a path from the gates of the Courtyard to the entrance of the Palace. All are set in attention, their uniforms well pressed and well dressed for the occassion. Other men, some Guards, some servants, others simply Andoran's that have gained entrane to the Palace, stand watching the entrance. At the steps of the Palace, some distance away, stand a man and woman of royal descent. The First Prince of the Sword has spared no detail ni this rich clothing, those brilliant blue eyes watching the entrance as the Ogier's enter the Courtyard. A sword well demonstrated in hints of jewelry and gold (and likely not one used for battle) is an obvious feature on his hip. At Theowyn's arm is Princess Elyse Kamikatsu, visiting Kandori Princess and dignitary in residence with the palace. Her held tilts towards the various noises of the courtyard entrance, and a pleasant smile of welcome is fashioned across her borderland features.

Lothinnor enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Kaliel enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Sev enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Emos arrives with Sev.

Sev slips in carrying Emos and looking a bit disheveled.

Marith enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Noamall enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Kellian enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Methos enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Kellian stopped at the gate to insure the First Princes orders about who to allow in and who not to allow in where carried out with alacrity. He rides into the Courtyard atop a gray mare.

A rather strange and odd procession can be seen walking within the Palace gates, rather tall, strange figures that some might mistake for Trollocs if they did not know any better. They mill about in a small crowd, though with the guards generally not panicking it could only mean that they are not hostile beings. The last of them to walk into the area is a tall female Ogier; only deigned to be such from the long dress that she wears, covered in intricate embroidery down the length and sleeves of the gown, fashioned in leaves and flowers of all sorts.

For those that enter the Courtyard, the preparation for the arrival of the Ogier would be obvious. The Queen's Guard is in full attendance, standing wide apart in two rows leading a path from the gates of the Courtyard to the entrance of the Palace. All are set in attention, their uniforms well pressed and well dressed for the occassion. Other men, some Guards, some servants, others simply Andoran's that have gained entrane to the Palace, stand watching the entrance. At the steps of the Palace, some distance away, stand a man and woman of royal descent. The First Prince of the Sword has spared no detail ni this rich clothing, those brilliant blue eyes watching the entrance as the Ogier's enter the Courtyard. A sword well demonstrated in hints of jewelry and gold (and likely not one used for battle) is an obvious feature on his hip. At Theowyn's arm is Princess Elyse Kamikatsu, visiting Kandori Princess and dignitary in residence with the palace. Her held tilts towards the various noises of the courtyard entrance, and a pleasant smile of welcome is fashioned across her borderland features.

Sev carries the boy to one of the guards, and, says in quick, hushed tones something to the effect of "See to the boy," then dabs his chin with a handkerchief, straightens his clothes, and slips around to stand to the side of the Palace dignitaries as if he'd been there all along.

Once all the Ogier are inside the palace gates, Marith makes her way to the front of their procession. Staying closer to her at all times is another Ogier; who seems to dodge at her heels like a besotted fool who can't realize she does not recognize his attentions for what they are - Elder Kaliel. Marith glances back at him, somewhat grateful for his presence, then seeks out Noamall as well. That moment of seeking is brief before she finds him as well. She motions with a hand for him to come to the front, waits a moment, then proceeds down the path, taking her slow, Ogier time to get to the other end. No need to rush and hurry things, particularly not when they look so travel worn next to the pristine suits the Andoran's wear in contrast.

Noamall takes to the free side of Marith, opposite that to that annoying Kaliel. He is rather wide-eyed and bushy-eared at all this attention, receiving far more hear then in Fal Moran, that for certain. "It seems Andor was well prepared on little notice..." he comments in a volume that's far too loud, but he did attempt at a whisper. He does continue in that casual pace. What hurry for an Ogier that's lived well over three-hundred years.

Kellian will stop by the gates now, not wanting to overstep his bounds in this matter.

Methos stops as well, pulling up beside Kellian. He exhales a bit, looking to the superior officer with relief, being out of the crowd now.

Kellian nods to Methos. Saying softly so only the Guardsman can hear him,"What next? The Amyrlin?" Refering of course to the number of guests from beyond Andor's borders that have graced the palace with their presence in the past few weeks.

Travis walks into the courtyard from the flagstone path to the northwest.

Methos grins slightly, shrugging. Imagine his suprise, being cornered by Aiel, Ogier, and Whitecloaks in the city square.

Kellian moves forward then. "A moment, Guardsman." Riding back to the head of the group of Ogier, he remembers a lesson Rio Sedai taught him about etiquette. His responsiblity was not finished it seems. He stops between Marith and the first Prince,"First Prince Theowyn, May I present Elder Marith of the Ogier and her party. They have come seeking shelter for a time here in the city."

Sev looks, well, up, at the Ogiers with the smile with which he seems to greet anything novel.

Marith continues to walk forward with Kaliel and Noamall on either side of her. Stopping just before Elyse and Theowyn she pauses and nods her head graciously to each one. "The blessing of the Light and stillness upon you." She greets in a rather formal voice, the words sounding almost musical - like birdsong, "I am Marith, daughter of Paloa, daughter of Altar, Eldest of Stedding Maotai. We have come to Andor at the request of Duke Barydar, but thought first we would approach the Palace and make the Queen aware of our presence in case there might be need to speak with us as well."

Lothinnor finds himself trotting along just behind Marith, Kaliel, and Noamall, still with saucer eyes, watching all the human's with their fancy toys, his ears very animated. He digs in one of his voluminous pockets for a rather long thin book of empty sheets, and begins to sketch as he follows. He nearly runs into the back of Marith as the guardsman stops the procession.

Using Theowyn's arm for support, Elyse dips into a polite curtsey to Marith. She holds her tongue, however. This is not her homeland to welcome them to.

"Thank you Captain Kellian." There is a familiar tone to Theowyn's voice at mention of the Captain. Theowyn presents himself with a deep bow, one fit for a Queen of visitting nation. "Builders, your names sing to me. On behalf of the Queen of Andor, the First Prince of the Sword Theowyn Lancelyn Versyr welcomes." The tone is formal, attempting to show some royal training in the matter of introduction. Those brilliant blue eyes take to the tall figures, and even he can takes to a certain sense of wonder at the Builders that stand before him. Theowyn begins to feel very small near these great figures of legend and mystery, and so a brief cough is meant to distract his thoughts. Looking to Elyse, he presents her by raising the hand. "Princess Elyse J'equel Sylia Kamikatsu of Kandor was equally delighted to make aquantence with the the honored guests of Andor." There is a brief fondness in his eyes as he turns toward the blind Princess, but the expression fades as he maintains a more proper composure.

Travis stops dead in his tracks, blinking a bit at all the royalty and Ogier. Royalty he is used to... Ogier, he is not. After a few moments he recovers and then moves forward once more. Offering a bow to the group, Then stopping and watching the group intereact. Studying this new situation he may have to handle in the future.

Greydon enters the courtyard from the Palace.

Marith continues to walk forward with Kaliel and Noamall on either side of her. Stopping just before Elyse and Theowyn she pauses and nods her head graciously to each one. "The blessing of the Light and stillness upon you." She greets in a rather formal voice, the words sounding almost musical - like birdsong, "I am Marith, daughter of Paloa, daughter of Altar, Eldest of Stedding Maotai. We have come to Andor at the request of Duke Barydar, but thought first we would approach the Palace and make the Queen aware of our presence in case there might be need to speak with us as well."

"Thank you Captain Kellian." There is a familiar tone to Theowyn's voice at mention of the Captain. Theowyn presents himself with a deep bow, one fit for a Queen of visitting nation. "Builders, your names sing to me. On behalf of the Queen of Andor, the First Prince of the Sword Theowyn Lancelyn Versyr welcomes." The tone is formal, attempting to show some royal training in the matter of introduction. Those brilliant blue eyes take to the tall figures, and even he can takes to a certain sense of wonder at the Builders that stand before him. Theowyn begins to feel very small near these great figures of legend and mystery, and so a brief cough is meant to distract his thoughts. Looking to Elyse, he presents her by raising the hand. "Princess Elyse J'equel Sylia Kamikatsu of Kandor was equally delighted to make aquantence with the the honored guests of Andor." There is a brief fondness in his eyes as he turns toward the blind Princess, but the expression fades as he maintains a more proper composure.

There is a rather large group of Ogier milling about the courtyard of the Palace, standing between two long lines of honor 'guard' greeting them. By the Palace steps are Theowyn and Elyse who are about to greet Marith, Kaliel and Noamall - all Ogier.

"Your names sing in my ear, First Prince Verseyr of Andor and Princses Kamikatsu of Kandor." Marith returns the formaloties, somewhat surprised pleased that Theowyn used the traditional Ogier greeting when introdocuing one another. "We are welcomed and honored to be guests of this magnificent city. We do hope that we will not cause too much of a problem with our presence. We are not the easiest of creatures to...." She pauses, trying to find the right words for what she means to say, "... accept, at first. Yet, I assure you most Ogier are as gentle as a butterfly passing through the wind."

Noamall's years take a moment of twitching before he settles them tightly against his head. They did perk up at Theowyn's formal greeting, and insures to turn to the other Ogier as though pondering if he were the only surprised. Ogier's are difficult to surprise, after-all.

Greydon slowly walks in from the Gardens to the east, alone. Upon seeing the entourage, he hesitates a brief moment.

Elyse speaks for the first time, now that Theowyn has introduced her, her vacant stare falls before her, not seeming to ergister any who present, yet she seems to face the voice of Marith as she speaks in a rich soprano voice, "With the Light's Blessing, neither wind nor butterfly will be molested within the borders of our fine hosts, Eldest Merith."

Travis scans the area spotting Theowyn, he maneavers around the party and up to Greydon, giving a bow.

"Should I hope it so, Princses Kamikatsu." Marith returns formally, nodding her head once more. It is a gesture she would normally do, even if the young girl cannot see. She does not notice the Prince Consort walking into the grounds, her attention fixed tightly on the First Prince and his escort. "I will say that we have simply arrived at the request of Lord Barydar. If, while we are here within Andor, you would like to speak with any of us, please feel free to make a request and we will but comply. You will find that there are a great many scholars among this group, and quite a few builders."

Theowyn sets for another bow, this one less then he offered earlier, and meant for the other Ogier within the sea of tall figures. He watches the Princess briefly in her words, a hint of a pleased smile coming to his expression before he addresses the Ogier once more. For those that have seen Theowyn tense and uneasy of the last few months, he has, at least briefly, settled for a lighter mood this evening. "Builders, your efforts have produced the very Palace that serves as the home for the royal family of Andor." There's a slight pause then. "Of House Barydar?" Theowyn shows a brief set a surprise, but not a displeased sort. "Please, do feel welcome within the Palace. It is offered to be your home as it is ours, during your welcomed stay in Caemlyn."

Kellian raises a brow at the mention of scholars. Pleasantly surprised. He looks at Marith again with some keen interest. "When your people are ready ELder Marith it will be our honor to escort you to your rooms."

Of course, the Eldest will protest at first, and so she does, "We would not wish to impose upon the courts of Andor. It may make your staff and guard uneasy to have such as we housed here. And, there may not be enough beds of our size within your home to house us." At least the last is a more practical protest.

The scratching of a pencil can be heard quietly somewhere behind Marith, in the group of ogier. That absentminded Lothinnor is busy sketching the things around them as royalty and Ogier exchange greetings and discuss accomidations.

Greydon watches the group a moment longer before snapping around on his heel and returning to the gardens.

Kellian studies the man he has never met before. But his dress might tell the Captain who he is.

There are likely no beds to house the Ogier within the Palace. Well, perhaps a few rooms meant more for demonstration and wonder. Ogier are a thing of legend and wonder, after-all, and likely as much expected here as an army of Trollocs. Though less feared, for the most part, which is well enough. Theowyn does show to be familiar with them. "Eldest, as you wish. We are pleasantly surprised by your arrival." The Prince intends to set a tone for Andorans, whether it is followed or not is another matter.

Greydon strides along a white stone path, to the east.

Greydon has left.

Elyse smiles a little encouragingly, giving Theowyn's arm, on which her own hand rests, a subtle squeeze. She remains quiet and attentive for now, as attentive as that blank blue-eyed stare can make her seem.

"Thank you, First Prince Versyr. I do request that we be ablet o at least freshen up before we arrive out our scheduled destination, if that is permissible?" Marith asks, her tone questioning. "We will take very little of your time."

Travis sighs, then moves to post at the palace doors, for the time being.

In the background, next to Marith, Kaliel remains quiet to let the Eldest speak. He reaches out to squeeze her arm in an approving manner, offering his silent support. Meanwhile he watches the Prince and Princess, studying them at great lengths, as though commiting them to memory.

The doors of the Palace open up, a few giggling servants head out after a day of work. They come to a sudden stop, eyes wide as they see the scene before them. One faints into the arm of the other. "By the Light..." the whisper is heard, this time more of terror, as the other tries to hold down the first. A few Queen's Guard head to better the situation.

Theowyn offers a pleased smile, carefully leading the blind Princess to the side so that the rather large Ogier can pass through if they wish. "As said, Eldest, you are welcomed within." Theowyn tries to ignore the fainting and terrored servants as best he can, though sighs briefly in a sign of realization. "The Palace will be better informed on the Ogier, Eldest. It was a group of Ogier's in Tar Valon that have showed honor in my heart, their efforts in repairing peices of the city." His blue eyes sparkle in a hint of wonder still.

A look of confusion and concern graces the Princess' features, and Elyse tilts her head in the direction of the noise.

Sev offers a little bow if any Ogier looks his way, not wishing to be conspicuous.

Marith starts to move forward at the invitation, but stops as she notices the terrorized servants. A small frown, for her, touches her lips, though seems bigger to the humans. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I think we shall reconsider. I am certain we will find other areas that might be more accepting of our presence. We do not wish to disturb your staff or your household." With that Marith starts to back off and away from the steps, her ears drooping sadly.

Sev steps bforward and bows deeply. "Eldest, on behalf of Andor, I beg your good forgiveness.

A soft, sad frown tugs at Elyse's lips, but does not speak.

Sev says "I observe that we are all but young, and it has been too long since your peoples' presence has graced us. If you would allow us some time," he pauses, "To make proper introductions, I'm sure all of our people would be most glad of the meeting."

Kellian moves forward to sit upon his mare before Elder Marith,"You name sings to me, Elder. Your presence here in these walls will sing to people of Andor as no legends can. Your presence shall forever forge a truth in their minds about you and your people. But if you should turn away this day, then our people and yours shall forever be apart."

"One moment, Princess," Theowyn whispers to the woman he had been escorting. He does slip away, moving with that Gaidin grace down the few steps he had been standing upon, and around in time to catch the much larger Marith. In comparison, he is a man nearly half her size, and certainly one that would very flat on his back if Marith does not hault in her motion. "Eldest, you are welcomed to do as you wish, and I feel it inappropriate to insist on what has already been offered in genuin well-being for the Builders," he begins, eyes sparkling still in that hint of wonder. "Though please, on behalf of the Queen of Andor, I do welcome you within the Palace at your choosing. The staff will function well enough, and will be no further challenged then the staff elsewhere in Caemlyn." Theowyn manages a smile, though really he's not accustomed to looking exactly that high to view a person's eyes. "Reconsidering would greatly please myself and the Queen." Theowyn nods with the others that have made their thoughts known to the Eldest.

Glancing at Noamall and Kaliel, Marith's ears still remain drooping. She does pause at the words being spoken, listening to them. Normally, she is not one of hasty decisions, but when faced with so many people reacting so, it is hard to react contrary to the manner she is now. "I do appreciate your hospitality, but I fear that in the face of reality, First Prince Versyr, very few will accept us as we are. There are too many stories within this world which describe the foul monstrosities out there, and we too resemble those fearsome creatures. How can you be so certain that your staff would not faint upon sight of our beings each time they had to deal with us?" It is a well posed question, and likely something that /has/ happened in their travels.

Elyse stands alone at the top of the steps where Theowyn politely left her to tend to matter of Royal business and propriety. The smile returns, and her head tilts once more to the voices in front of her: Marith and Theowyn. Unlike the Andorans, she remains politely quiet, merely offering an encouraging and charming smile. Her hands folded neatly in front of her.

Sev smiles again. "If you will not stay here, Eldest, allow me to invite you on behalf of House Hune to stay with us... Of course, I don't doubt you should find yourself deluged by other invitations as well... "

Sev says "Perhaps it would be most politic.""

"Change starts with a beginning, Eldest," Theowyn presents the words, taking a few steps back so that he may better face the Ogier. "As the Ogier have touched my spirit in Tar Valon, so you may others in Andor. Without the effort no ground will be gained." A hint of a frown shows as he spies out the Lord from House Hune.

Kellian regards Theowyn as he speaks.

"I have made my show of effort, as will the staff of the Palace," Theowyn regards quietly, his eyes briefly moving to Elyse before he clears the way for the Ogier to do as they wish.

Sev motions for one of the frightened servants to come to him.

Sev maages to coax the girl over, and says to her, "See? There are no monsters here, These are Ogier, who built this very inner city... We are friends!"

It takes several moments of regard for Marith to consider the words that Theowyn bestows upon her; and in that she shows the Ogier's true regard for not making too hasty decisions, as the time time seems to spread out further. "We will accept your offer. However, if the sitaution remains uncomfortable, we will be attempting to find lodging elsewhere. I am certain Duke Barydar will want at least a few Ogier staying at his own residence."

At Sev's outburst, Kaliel does manage to glance in his direction. His ears twitch about back and forth as he watches the interaction between the noble and the servant. He shakes his head, then glances back to Noamall, lowering his voice a bit, but speaking in an unrecognizable language.

The two servants are half standing, half fallen. One servant holds the other that had fainted, and a few Queen's Guard are aiding them up. The unconcious one is layed on the floor. With all the noise, they are more confused then anything, and at Sev's urging the concious one does hesitate in her steps, and then settles back once again as Marith makes her choice.

Kaliel speaks in Ogier, ".... ... ... .... ..."

"Thank-you, Eldest," Theowyn offers a polite bow of his head, having that matter solved, he hints at being relieved. Though he seems more the midget at the side of the Ogier, he does raise his hand up and toward the entrance of the Palace. "At your convenience, you are welcomed within. I will show no insult if you do not find the accomodations inappropriate," he furthers. The Prince takes the few steps up to where he has left the blind Princess, turning to the Ogier from the slightly higher perch. "Andor welcomes..." The announcement is made.

Noamall shifts where he stands, and shakes his head lightly. Whatever words were said to him, he does return a few more. Though now that it has been decided, he seems pleased, ears perking up a hint though the droop down once more as they take the fainted servant into regard.

Elyse seems slightly relieved to have Theowyn's guiding arm once more at her disposal, and at the announcement, she bows her head a bit, reverently.

Sev bows as well, inducing the hapless servant to show respect as well, and then fade from any attention she can escape.

"The Ogier are thusly welcomed." Marith returns, her note of voice sounding more formal. At Kaliel's foreign words, a note of a frown does come to her lips. It /might/ be imagined, but she seems to look in Sev's direction thoughtfully for a brief moment. "Again, thank you." WIth that, she starts to lead the procession of Ogier once more into the Palace.

Theowyn leads Elyse a few more steps back, and offers the doors of the Palace with the motion of his hand. It is the Queen's Guard that step forward and pull open both doors of the Palace.

Elyse follows cautiously and gracefully beside Theowyn, with him as escort. Her hand gives him another subtle, encouraging squeeze.

Kaliel walks through the gleaming white double doors, into the Royal Palace.

Kaliel has left.

Noamall's one large shoulder lifts in a slight shrug, though he does follow Marith up the stairs. "Thank you, First Prince," he offers a well toothed smile, as he does Elyse and the others near. Then he sets sights on the building that holds his curiousity.

Sev bows to the First Prince and said dignitaries, and fades back himself.

Without much of anything else to do, Marith turns to follow the Prince into the palace, despite her senses screaming against hits particular action. She sighs, keeping her ears lowered. Maybe they'll take pity on her and not overreact? Well, its worth a shot anyway; already expecting the worst of the staff. She glances briefly at Kaliel, who offers her a small look of support, then walks into the Palace with as much stately presence she can muster.

Marith walks through the gleaming white double doors, into the Royal Palace.

Marith has left.

Noamall walks through the gleaming white double doors, into the Royal Palace.

Noamall has left.

Lothinnor follows with the rest of the ogier, his book of sketches still in hand. His eyes are everywhere. Mostly upwards, as if appraising the work and estimating how difficult it would be to do. Finding himself falling behind again, he trots to catch up.

Lothinnor walks through the gleaming white double doors, into the Royal Palace.

Lothinnor has left.

Brayd-al'Ford enters the courtyard from the Palace.

Sev sits on a low terrace, as the big party passes through the gates into the palace, looking thoughtful.

Theowyn seems confident in allowing the Ogier within short of a royal or guarded escort. Lifting Elyse's hand politely, he counts the steps before heading up and into the palace with the Princess.

Servants and guards bustle past you as you walk into the Royal Palace.

Entry Hall: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

A wide, circular entry hall with a high, vaulted ceiling greets you as you enter the Royal Palace of Andor.

You can hear the sounds of the evening meal being prepared from somewhere further in the Palace, the smells of freshly baked bread and roasting meat filling the air. Vases of fine Sea Folk porcelain sit upon rich wooden tables around the hall, holding arrangements of freshly cut flowers. A grand circular staircase curves up to the higher levels of the Palace. A long, straight corridor runs to the southwest, and a winding corridor tiled in white leads off to the east. Atop a couple large steps, A great, arched doorway of gleaming white stone faces the high main doors and leads further into the palace.

Contents:

Lothinnor

Noamall

Marith

Kaliel

Obvious Exits:

Palace Courtyard Grand Hall Common Sitting Room

Servants' Wing Dining Hall Up to Nobles Sitting Room

Elyse walks up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

"If you'll have a servant show us the way, we will get ready." Marith speaks behind Theowyn, "Preferably one known to be stout of heart, if you do not mind?" There is a hint of timidness to her question. She may be a ruler of her particular Stedding, but that does not mean she hasn't her own inhibitions, worries and fears.

The reaction within the Palace is of stiff shock, and The Prince does lead the Princess through the hallway in a pace that is hinting on command. Settling near Marith, he sets his eyes on the first servant that is unfortunate enough to be standing. "Any of the Palace servants will show the Builders proper respect, Eldest. Honored guests deserve no less." That meant more for the servants, and indeed the older lady does step forward, humbly so. "This way... Eldest..." The words come with much strain, but she does begin to lead.

Marith sighs at Theowyn, unable to hide the audible sound that comes with it. "Of course, Prince Versyr." However it is obvious that Marith remains unconvinced. He may vouch for all of the staff, but that honestly does not mean they'll react in the way he expects them to. She gives the said servant something of a sympathetic look, and greets in a half-heated voice, "The blessing of the Light and stillness upon you."

half-hearted

"Light Illume the Builders," Theowyn offers all with a calming bow as he once again steps away from the larger folk so that they may move freely through the halls. The servants are...well... let's see. Ogier's are a myth. They see these big things walking about, though ones that are friendly with The Prince. That's about the best way to explain their expression, for the most part.

Sensing Marith and the other Ogier's departure to get more settled in, Elyse offers another cordial curtsey in the direction she last heard the Eldest's voice, "Peace favour your stay, Eldest," she intones softly, allowing the acustics of the hall to carry her trained soprano voice while remaining on the arm of the Prince.

Theowyn watches the Ogier make their slow departure, though soon his eyes settle on the Princess he escorts. A light grin falls to his feature, unseen by her, though the words would tell of it. "That went relatively well, Princess. Thank-you for taking my side in the welcome of the Builders." The tone only hints of formal, though considering all the problems in Andor, greeting Ogier has been more the pleasure.

Lothinnor walks southwest down a long, straight corridor that leads to the Servants' Wing.

Lothinnor has left.

Elyse smiles warmly, brightly even, and her head tilts in the direction of the Prince's voice as he speaks. She hears others present though, guardsmen and servants perhaps but for all she knows there could be some nobles in there as well, "Thank you for the opportunity to extendmy own personal greeting, my Prince. I have never had the pleasure of meeting an Ogier before," she admits. It's rather anticlimatical to her, by her easy manner compared to the servants--since she cannot see the hulking size of the mythical creatures.

Rezna walks up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Maricca arrives with Rezna.

Rezna comes walking into the palace with his wife in on one shoulder and his crossbow on the other.

"They are large," Theowyn explains as best as he can, and realizes there is only so many ways that he can paint an image for one that has never taken sight of the world. "Their ears pointed, rather then our own being rounded. And they move about, like on an animal. Sometimes they perk up, other times they drop, or sometimes twitch. It is almost amusing to watch..." Theowyn chuckles, and begins his quiet stroll toward the stairs as he leads Elyse. "I did see them before, in Tar Valon." But that part he mentioned. The Ogier can still be seen trailing down the hallway, and falling into some sort of room where they may clean-up. All twenty-five of the huge beasts. The Queen's Guard follows behind, though attempting to seem casual.

Emos limps slightly up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Elyse is attentive to the Prince's words, listening closely to the description of the Ogier and translating it into feelings of 'large' build or 'perking' ears since she has no basis of comparison of the look of such. As he leads her to the stairs, her two Kanodri guardsmen fall into step behind the couple along with the Queen's Guard. "What was Tar Valon like, my Prince?" She asks at mention of the city she's never been to, for more reasons than one.

Emos makes his way down the stairs, ever so slowly in attempt to make the descent while using the crutch he requires to stay upright. He places the crutch down on the edge of one step, which causes it to slip and fall down the stairs. Luckily, Emos falls toward the railing and latches onto it. Of course now he sees how high he is from solid ground and he latches on tighter.

Rezna heads up the stairs with his wife. Seems the 2 have been wandering about the city and the amabassador needs to get off of his feet

Rezna climbs up the spiraling staircase, to the upper levels of the Royal Palace.

Rezna has left.

Maricca leaves with Rezna.

Maricca has left.

Elyse turns her ear suddenly to the crutch that seems to be sliding down the stairs towards her. Her grip tightens a bit more on the Prince's arm, only vaguely aware of what is approaching her.

Sev walks up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Emos leaves with Sev.

Emos arrives with Sev.

Emos limps slightly through the tall double doors that lead back to the courtyard and exits the Royal Palace.

Emos has left.

Emos limps slightly up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

At the sounds upstairs, Theowyn's alert eyes look. He doesn't leave Elyse's side, but the Queen's Guard are more then quick in their response to head up the flight of stairs in aid of Emos. "A boy... he has dropped his clutch..." Theowyn explains, eyes looking up in concern as he doesn't tell the full tale. The Queen's Guard can do no better then Theowyn himself, but the Prince does recognize the boy. "Emos..."

Sev slips in quietly, offers bows to the Frst Prince& co, and stays, for the moment, to the side.

Emos turns his head carefully, as if moving will make him fall. He sees Theowyn, glances down for a second, then panics again and closes his eyes tight.

Elyse nods once to Theowyn's explanation as her ears pick up on the noses above her on the stairs. Her eyebrow quirks up in a curious expression at the name and she asks quietly, "Emos?"

The Queen's Guard that rush up the stairs grab at Emos, two pairs of arms insuring the boy is steadied. Theowyn offers a brief nod to Sev, though otherwise he heads for the step. "A young lad that was once a guest of the Queen, and I believe had a job for House Hune. He's been around, but with no parents." Theowyn, assuming Emos will be safe, sets a chuckle. "He's always getting himself into trouble, but he did risk everything to run into the House Roesone manor when it was burning."

Emos opens his eyes again when Theowyn grabs him and carefully releases the railing to grab around the First Prince. The boy may be brave when it comes to fire, but he obviously has a problem with heights.

Elyse nods, smiling gently, "I see," she comments, "He has no guardian then, my Prince? No Benefactor?" Concern evident in her tone.

Emos opens his eyes when he feels hands on him, and looks up to see who has him, but he doesn't let go. He doesn't feel comfortable enough to.

The Queen's Guard will likely give the boy little chance in the matter of whether he will or won't let go, but as Theowyn moves with the Princess up the stairs, he raises his hand. "Carefull with the boy, insure he doesn't fall," the instructions are quiet and calming. The boy is not in danger now, though will refuse to let go, Theowyn's voice is calm as he speaks with Elyse. "No, indeed not. He has been offered shelter by both the Palace and House Hune, though someone he keeps managing to escape."

Sev slips up the stairs wth a nod.

Emos glances back at Theowyn as he speaks, then looks to the gaurds. He slowly begins to let go, and as he does, he glances down again. That didn't help, because as he looks down, he gets scared again and latches on.

Elyse nods once more, head tilted in the direction of the Prince's voice as he explains further, "More's the pity." She says simply escorted slowly up the stairs on the Prince's arm, her vacant gaze falling whichever direction her head is directed, unregistering anything seen.

Sev trots up the stairs and retrieves the crutch. "Are you headed up or down?" he asks Emos.

Emos isn't truly thinking at the moment when he hears the question, regestering down as falling, he quickly moves his head to direct up as his answer.

"Emos..." Theowyn addresses, showing a perfect calm in those strong blue eyes. "Lord Hune will help you," he assumes quietly. The Queen's Guard still have a clean hold on the boy. Theowyn even offers a slight smile. "Just let the men help you, you will be safe."

Emos opens his eyes again, looking to the First Prince. The fear is still there, but he reluctantly pulls away from the railing, not looking down a third time. Instead, he keeps his eyes up at Theowyn, which probably keeps them looking up unless he is far enough down the stairs from him.

Sev takes hold of Emos' arm and bodily guides him back from the edge of the balcony.

Theowyn's hand moves to touch Emos' cheek, the gaze attempting to share the Prince's strength of Emos. "There, Emos, there. Be careful..." his voice trails, a slight smile forms. "The Prince needs to head off for the evening, Emos, let the gentlemen here take good care of you." He revers to Sev and the guards.

Elyse furrows her brow, remaining on the Prince's arm, "Is there some reason for reluctance to be assisted, Lad?" she asks Emos, still not hearing any verbal utterance from the boy, but Theowyn's comments have her confused.

Emos lets himself get led away, hopping slightly as he goes as he can't exactly stand on his right leg unaided, even though he is slightly aided. He looks up at Elyse, then pulls out a piece of paper, wrinkled from the day's events, and starts to write on it.

Sev looks to Emos, helping him steadyt himself. "A little the worse for the day's misadventure, I see... I should be glad I found some good Queensmen, or I should have caught more than the one clout I did...

Emos writes 'I hate high places.' Holding it up to Elyse.

Elyse furrows her brow, openly confused, "Emos?" she asks, eyes unseeing the parchment before her.

Sev puts a palm before his eyes, briefly, and says. "He says he hates high places, Your Highnes."

"It reads the boy hates high places," Theowyn responds. "The boy can't speak, or refuses too..." the Prince's voice trails. "Do excuse us, Master Emos. Lord Sev." He nods briefly to the guard, and then escorts the Princess to the top level.