Sev enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Sev has arrived.

Reslaric enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Reslaric has arrived.

Alwyne enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Alwyne has arrived.

Shalayne enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Shalayne has arrived.

Deveran enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Deveran has arrived.

Alwyne steps inside and looks around.

The Lord that is about to be more officially married is standing by the main entrance to the manor. He's, surprisingly enough, not wearing his purple cloak but instead he does wear a rich black coat with a silver silk shirt and dark pants. Demonder shakes hands and offers kisses to the ladies, inviting each in turn as they move into the man hall. "To the Grand Hall," he directs with a charmed smile. For a man about to get married, he is all too casual.

Deveran enters with Shalayne. His arm is held out slightly from his body for her hand. He pauses to be announced before more fully leading her into the room. His eyes travel about the room, looking for the couple to be married.

The tall Advisor of House Roesone enters, nodding slightly in greet to Demonder. Reslaric would offer the young Lord a reassuring gaze, but decides Demonder seems to be handling this all too well. Concluding that the Roesone Lord must be insane, he heads for the Grand Hall.

Reslaric walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Reslaric has left.

Sev trots down from upstairs, alone, and offers a grandiose bow to the first person he sees, with a smile, and approaches the little receiving line.

The first indication of Royals approaching would be the rather uniformed marching of the dozen Honor Guards, an even mixture of Kandori and Andoran. As they move in first to formally secure the area, whether necessary or not, they peel off, making a short line on each side as the First Prince of the Sword escorts Princess Elyse Kamikatsu into the Entrance Hall, coming in only moments after the Herald announces their arrival. Elyse and Theowyn enter, the Prince guiding the Princess down to the end of the guards' formation before the Kandori guardsman officer in charge of this contingent calls out an order in a deep rumbling voice which carries easily given the acustics of the Hall. And the Kandori guardsmen break formation, to take up positions around the couple which permits them the best vantage point. And the Queens Guard do similar, perhaps with a few of them surrepticiously rolling their eyes at the rigidity of their Borderland counterparts.

Shalayne steps gracefully alongside Deveran, looking slowly about at all the other people gathered in the room. There is a slight air of unease about her manner, as though such a formal gathering is a little overwhelming. Clinging to her husband's arm, she seems determined not to let him out of her sight.

Borric enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Borric has arrived.

Kaliel enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Kaliel has arrived.

Marith enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Marith has arrived.

Borric quietly slips in through the doors, looking around.

Demonder's eyes go a touch wide at the sight of the Prince and Princess. That's two events in less then a month. Standing near the entrance to greet guests, he does greet a few more guests before goind down to one knee in a formal bow. "First Prince Theowyn. Princess Elyse," his tone holds a hint of curiousity even before the royals. Demonder does attempt to hold back a knowing grin, however. "Right that way," he notes the Grand Hall.

Ducking beneath the doorway in order to get in are two rather large and rather unusual sights. Creatures which stand almost the height of the room, with fur covering parts of their body stand within this room. Some might depict them as mere fairy tale or legend. Kaliel, the one who looks like a man out of the two, helps Marith into the door. "Now... Eldest... duck your head good. We don't want you clogging it." His manner is a gentle teasing that borders on chiding.

Marith does duck her head, and her ears as they flicker down against the sides of her head, as she enters the room. "Are you certain this is a good idea Kaliel. We fit neither the description of noble nor commoner within this culture." Her rumbling voice is loud to human ears, though she does lower it enough not to be overwhelmingly so.

Deveran guides his wife over to join in the receiving line to greet the groom. His eyes flicker over to the Royals and their guards upon their entrance.

The First Prince greets Demonder with a near smile of his own that manages to fill part of his rough features. "Good luck this day, Lord Demonder." Theowyn's voice hints at humor, though his attentions turn to Elyse as he begins to lead the Princess toward the Grand Hall. "Perhaps your sister will be joining us at this event, Princess?"

Elyse tilts her head in the direction of Demonder's voice, kneeling, by the lowered direction, "Peace favour you this felicitous day, Lord Demonder." She greets in a warm tone. 'Right that way' means little to the blind Princess, but she feels confident that Theowyn understands. And allows him to lead her to the Grand Hall when he is ready and not receiving pleasantries from other arrivals.

Shalayne maintains a position by her husband's side. She blinks at the sudden appearance of all the guards, dropping into a deep curtsey as she notes the arrival of royalty, assuming it to be the right thing to do, her skirts pooling about her on the floor. Head bowed, she doesn't notice the arrival of the other two tall creatures until she straightens up, her eyes widening as she stares at them, nudging Deveran in the side to draw his attention.

Sev straightens from his own bow and offers a hand to Reslaric as they stand in the receiving line.

Alwyne takes in the presence of the ogiers without so much as blinking.

There is a barely perceptible tightness at the corners of Elyse's eyes as she is lead to the Grand Hall by Theowyn, but the pleasant smile remains, as she says softly, "I would like that, Prince Theowyn." Though she doesn't think it likely, by her demeanor.

"I'm certain all well be fine, Eldest. Afterall, we are under the First Prince's protection are we not?" Kaliel makes an attempt at calming his fellow Ogier's worry, doing a poor join of it from the looks of things. "If they wish for us to leave, we will do so without a fuss." From the way he carries himself, Kaliel does not believe they'll be asked to leave, his ears flickering only slightly to betray some small worry he holds.

Ogier too? Demonder looks up, and then higher up still before he concludes it would be best to take a step back, and then another. Although the Lord has seen the Ogier before, he certainly decides to ignore much of everything else at the sight of these two large creatures. Demonder, rarely so, goes quiet.

Borric still stands off to one side, looking around, before slowly moving in the direction of all the others.

You walk through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Grand Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

This room is decorated appropriately for the wedding. There are several pink and white ribbons made of silk hanging from the ceiling in a twisting pattern. There is a large cake sitting in the corner, waiting for the couple, that is elegantly decorated, not to mention there is every kind of red, white and pink flower lining the walls and tables. There are several rows of chairs for guests to sit in as well as several tables.

Contents:

Reslaric

Satira

Dinara

Obvious exits:

Entrance Hall

Elyse has arrived.

Elyse arrives with Theowyn.

Reslaric takes a seat somewhere midway in the rows of chair, and conveniently on the outside.

Arriving on the arm of The First Prince of the Sword, Elyse is lead into the Grand Hall wearing a pleasant smile which detracts from the otherwise distracted expression she might display. A small handful of the Kandori guardsmen that arrived, follow her into this room and station themselves so as to have a good vantage point without being a distraction or obstruction.

Dinara stands at the front of the room with a look of impatience on her features. She glancse around at the others within the room, eyes scrutinzing each and every attendant. Likely, she is looking for the bride to be and her cohort in this function in order to start. She does manage a smile and seems to nod to a few people in passing as time goes on.

The Tower Training shows, Theowyn's eyes both attentive to Elyse and the remainder of the room as though the Princess at his arm was an Aes Sedai he is sworn to protect. Recently, though, he has been more protective of the Princess then before, receiving some word of warning that she is in danger. Theowyn sweeps forward down the center of the rows of chairs, and selectively takes a seat on the side typically dedicated to the bride. "Lady Rennar is the Daughter-Heir of Andor," he points out in a near whisper, carefully leading Elyse through the row of chairs.

Spotting the arrival of the First Prince and the foreign Princess, Dinara displays that she does have some marginal experience in etiquette. She lowers herself into a half-curtsey bow, enough to show deference to the royalty. Once she is recognized by at least one of the royals, she goes back to her normal pacing.

Momentarily distracted by some whispers of comments regarding how close she and Theowyn have grown lately, Elyse doesn't seem to answer right away, and when she does she seems intrigued, arching an eyebrow and tilting her head in the direction of the Prince's voice, 'Indeed?' she murmrus back, cautiously being lead to a seat. After settling in, she comments more, "All the more sensational a prospect, my Prince." She lapses into a contemplative silence.

Shalayne walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Shalayne has arrived.

Deveran walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Deveran has arrived.

Shalayne steps quickly into the room, tugging Deveran along behind her, a slight look of disbelief on her face. "Well, this is Tiras Lorn. I suppose its best to be prepared for the unexpected here," she murmers softly to her husband.

Deveran also seems quite surprised as he enters with his wife. He keeps glancing back at the Entrance Hall. "Yes..but still, I believe that is a bit too much, no?"

"Prospect?" Theowyn questions briefly as he leads Elyse into a seat. He takes to the Wisdom at the front, nodding lightly to her before leanding to the side for more whispers. "I do hope the bride is not as nervous as the Wisdom. At least the groom seemed in light spirits. Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar live as husband and wife, having been married informally." Theowyn quirks his lip as he goes on with less knowledge and more stereotype. "I am certain Lady Rennar finally convinced Demonder to an appropriate wedding. Though I hear it was Lady Rennar that dragged Lord Demonder and claimed him as her husband in an unrelated event in the Roesone Manor."

"I only wish I had my paper and charcoal here with me," Shalayne replies with a wry smile. "What a picture that would have made. Aiel and Ogier.." she shakes her head, dismissing the thought. "I'm sure they can't be planning on letting such a savage into the wedding though. I mean, it didn't sound as if they'd invited him." She steps to one side of the entrance, looking about at the arranged seats, wondering where is the correct place to sit.

Dinara's head jerks up at the mentioning of Aiel and Ogier, her eyes widening deeply. Looking about the room quickly ensures her that no such figures are in the room. She mutters as few words to herself

Dinara's head jerks up at the mentioning of Aiel and Ogier, her eyes widening deeply. Looking about the room quickly ensures her that no such figures are in the room. She mutters as few words to herself - a prayer to the Creator no doubt, then goes back to her pacing.

Deveran chuckles softly and shrugs to Shalayne. "I doubt they did as well. But I am sure that the house guards can handle one Aielman.." He pauses for a moment. "Even if they do lose half their numbers doing it."

Elyse smiles slightly, amusement readily registered in her features, she murmurs softly, 'It would seem the Lady Rennar is quite capable of managing a House if she is so adept at managing a husband.' Her eyes are cast forward vaguely, on some unrecognized point ahead of her. A small, lilting chuckle, She mutters to Theowyn, "... with distinguished... operating the... including... own,... of national security... perhaps." Even though she is seated, she keeps her hand on Theowyn's arm, until he removes it.

You sense Elyse smiles slightly, amusement readily registered in her features, she murmurs softly, 'It would seem the Lady Rennar is quite capable of managing a House if she is so adept at managing a husband.' Her eyes are cast forward vaguely, on some unrecognized point ahead of her. A small, lilting chuckle, "With such fine nobles with distinguished reputations operating the Houses in Andor, including your own, my esteemed Prince Theowyn, I daresay that the concerns of national security of late seem superfluous, perhaps." Even though she is seated, she keeps her hand on Theowyn's arm, until he removes it.

Saramis walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Saramis has arrived.

Saramis walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Saramis has left.

Satira's eye fall on someone, and her face light up. She quickly makes her way toward Shalayne and her husband. "Shalayne! Hi!" she greets the woman as she reaches her, not really checking to make sure she's not interrupting something.

Shalayne continues to look about at the rows of chairs and the tables, arranged for the guests, taking a couple of fairly directionless steps further into the room. Turning to Deveran, she breathes softly, "Where do we sit? Anywhere? I've never been to a wedding quite like this.." her words break off as she is interupted by the young lady, a slight sigh of relief coming from her lips. "Lady Satira," she greets warmly. "We were just wondering where we should sit. Perhaps you could tell us."

Deveran hmms to his wife and shrugs lightly. "Honestly, I am not sure.." He falls off as Satira approaches. He turns to look at her and smiles faintly. "Greetings Lady Satira."

Satira smiles back at Deveran and offers him a quick curtsy. Her eyes then glance toward Dinara as she answers Shalayne's question "There's probably something arranged... but you don't have to follow it. Sit next to me!"

Reslaric is seated on the opposite side then which Theowyn and Elyse would sit on, but as he does gaze in that direction, something catches his sights. "Not again..." the Advisor whispers quietly to himself, seeing the unseen over Elyse. He stands ever so slowly, and as he moves toward the center of the Hall toward the front rows, his dark gray eyes do not depart the royals. The last time he had a Vision of the sort it came all too quickly for the Advisor to help. He ignores the Wisdom, looking like a man taken by something, as he moves around to the front of the room and then turns toward Theowyn and Elyse. "Prince Theowyn. Princess Elyse. Advisor Reslaric of House Roesone bids his greetings." He greets both with an appropriate bow, Reslaric being a commoner, which sets him to the floor and then a slow rise. He is about to say more, and then he simply doesn't, his eyes vague as they look around Elyse. Reslaric, surprisingly set in concern, begins to move back toward his seat.

Shalayne chuckles softly at Satira's words, giving a little nod of her head. "Of course, we will. Just lead the way," she replies, ready to follow the young Lady and finally take a seat. She casts a quick glance up to her husband, giving him a fond smile, seeming slightly more at ease now.

Satira pulls Shalayne's dress, leading her to what is probably a well calculated spot near the table. Well calculated by the child, that is, taking into account the countless variables that most grownups are oblivious to.

Elyse remains seated, inclining her head to the voice she's only encountered a scarce couple of times, but one she recognizes, "Peace favour you, Advisor Reslaric," her smile charming and generous and unwitting of any pensive demeanour in the advisor.

Deveran chuckles softly and follows after Shalayne. He waits for her to settle herself before sitting himself down next to her. Quietly he speaks to her and Satira. "Well, that was certainly easy.."

"Light Illume..." Theowyn's voice trails as he watches the Advisor's odd reaction. The Prince leans over to Elyse as Reslaric begins to walk away. "The Advisor of House Roesone, though his accent might be Cairhienin, is much taller then most," he explains in a slight whisper. "Andoran by birth, I believe." Theowyn continues to offer Elyse some insight to those that are within Andor.

Shalayne follows Satira, having little choice as her dress is tugged along by the girl. Settling quickly into the chair, she spares a moment to look about the room, noting a few faces with which she is vaguely familiar, but on the whole her expression suggesting that she feels a little out of place. "Yes. Now I suppose we just wait and watch. I just hope everything goes smoothly," she replies to Deveran, recalling the last time she sat in this hall, at the couple's engagement party. Her hand slips from her husband's arm, reaching down to his hand, her fingers lacing between his.

Reslaric does return to his seat, though his mind is already beginning to plot on the matters that have suddenly given him great concern.

Deveran looks over at Shalayne and smiles as he fondly takes her hand in his. "Let's do hope. I do wonder just how long this will last though."

Kaliel walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Kaliel has arrived.

Marith walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Marith has arrived.

"And remember Eldest, duck your head." Those words are spoken by a rather large creature dressed in oversized clothing. Fur can be seen on his hands and head, ears long, pointed and tufted. Kaliel, too, ducks as he leads Marith inside the hallway, taking great care about her as he gently urges the rather surprise struck Ogier into the room.

Elyse tilts her head to better offer her ear to Theowyn's murmured words. She seems to listen closely, though her gaze remains unfocused to a point in front of her. The information is absorbed easily and quickly filed away in that keen mind for future reference. She tilts her head so that her lips are closer to Theowyn than her ear, She mutters to Theowyn, "... increase... foreign... or taking... within... been... political... think, Prince..." including herself in that crowd, as a visiting foreigner.

You sense Elyse tilts her head to better offer her ear to Theowyn's murmured words. She seems to listen closely, though her gaze remains unfocused to a point in front of her. The information is absorbed easily and quickly filed away in that keen mind for future reference. She tilts her head so that her lips are closer to Theowyn than her ear, "Has the increase in foreign dignitaries visiting or taking up residence within Caemlyn been the result of political interests or merely coincidence, do you think, Prince Theowyn?" including herself in that crowd, as a visiting foreigner.

Shalayne shrugs her shoulders slightly in response to Deveran's words, but makes no other response. Her dark eyes gaze about at the others gathering in the room, noting the arrival of the Ogier. Slender fingers squeeze about her husband's hand, as she watches their entrance, waiting to see who is going to follow through next.

Satira's eyes are, of course, immediatly drawn to the tall creature that just entered, simply staring for a few long seconds. "What's that?" she whispers a question to the woman next to her.

Dinara is no longer listening.

Theowyn's arm does not depart his hold from Elyse, the two sitting a touch too close within their seats. He mutters to Elyse, "... though Cairhien... had... The last... some... ago from... age,... replacement... arrive until... Illian... that is... expect... will... mass war... another... aid Murandy.... mean Andor will seek alliances."

Elyse senses "Theowyn's arm does not depart his hold from Elyse, the two sitting a touch too close within their seats. "Perhaps, though Cairhien has traditionally had an Ambassador within Andor. The last died some while ago from old age, but the replacement did not arrive until recently. Illian... now that is new. We can expect something will come of this, as some nations will likely fear mass war if another nation decides to aid Murandy. It will mean Andor will seek alliances.""

Deveran smiles once over at Shalayne and then looks over at the Ogier curiously. No longer is he as startled as he was before. Quietly he speaks to Satira. "They are Ogier."

Satira aaahss, nodding. Of course she knew it.

Shalayne turns to Satira with an amused smile, seeming about to make some addition to her husband's words, but she decides not to. She settles for simply nodding her head instead.

Deveran looks over at Shalayne and grins before he again looks at the Ogier curiously.

Marith sighs deeply at Kaliel's insistance she enter, "This is all our fault. The wedding is going to be ruined. We were too hasty in coming and now we've brought the Waterbrothers with us." She is quick to lay the blame for this on themselves. "The Aiel would have never come here if we had not entered."

Reslaric follows the low rumbling noises and the likely quickening stares back toward the entrance of the room. The Advisor's eyes settle on the high creatures, his reaction holding little more then a slight surprise, all else is hidden beneath that mask he wears. "Interesting..." he comments to himself, acting unaffected by the entrance of Ogier.

Kaliel pushes Marith forward, "Come, let us find a seat where we'll be comfortable." He sighs as well, though more in exasperation at the Eldest, "Stop getting yourself so worked up. You've been like this since we got to the city." He tsks and shakes his head from side to side. "You'll make yourself ill." His voice is surprisingly gentle for his rather gruff demeanour outwardly.

Elyse lowers her chin a bit, listening to the Prince's reply, her expression remaining contemplative, even a bit pensive, She mutters to Theowyn, "... will... Perhaps this is just... distraction... and Kandor needed... Gages, and... aid to... cause. We will... answer..." An admission that the Prince might find interesting, considering this is the first Elyse has spoken of it.

You sense Elyse lowers her chin a bit, listening to the Prince's reply, her expression remaining contemplative, even a bit pensive, "Perhaps more kingdoms will come to ally with Andor. Perhaps this is just the distraction Arafel and Kandor needed to retract their Gages, and offer aid to a more worthy cause. We will find an answer to my request in the missive I expect from my father." An admission that the Prince might find interesting, considering this is the first Elyse has spoken of it.

Alwyne walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Alwyne has arrived.

Theowyn leans even closer still to the Princess, as the topic of conversation becomes all to secretive. He mutters to Elyse, "... Kandor... and... this may... I... both... show... and... however,... a... your..."

Elyse senses "Theowyn leans even closer still to the Princess, as the topic of conversation becomes all to secretive. "I had similar thoughts of Kandor and Arafel, and the distraction this may offer. I would think both nations would show Andor their favor. Illian and Cairhien, however, I have concerns over. You have made a request from your father on this?""

Alwyne steps inside, and glances about for a suitable place. Those who have seen her before would, perhaps, be slightly surprised at certain aspects of her attire today.

Bruadhin walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Bruadhin has arrived.

Deleamar walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Deleamar has arrived.

Demonder walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Demonder has arrived.

Spotting Demonder entering the room, Marith seems to grow a touch more relaxed, "I will be fine, Kaliel." She states as she takes a place by the wall. "I do not think we should sit. We will break the chairs."

Moving ahead of a small group of people, Lord Demonder has his shoulders set broad and his back straight, as he moves up toward the Wisdom. Some might gather his expression less then thrilled, and he moves as though some unseen forces insures that he does, though his will moving him elsewhere. Its not for his cold feet, another matter, though none of that might appear obvious. Not until the Aiel enters behind.

Bruadhin finally finds his way into the Grand Hall. He glances about curiously, for this 'table' holding the presents. In his hand he holds a silver honey pot, from a tea service. His spears have been shoven into the space between his body and bowcase.

Borric walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Borric has arrived.

Sensing attention turning to the entrance, Shalayne looks over that way, her eyes widening in surprise as she sees the Aielman enter the room. "I guess they decided to let him in after all," she murmers to her husband, edging just a little closer to him, as she eyes the tall, Aiel waryily. "Asking for trouble, surely," she adds under her breath.

Jureim walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Jureim has arrived.

Jureim slowly enters to room, a snail's pace of motion.

Deveran glances back towards the Aiel and shakes his head slowly. Quietly he murmurs to his wife. "I'm sure there is nothing to worry about.." However his eyes stay upon the Aielman.

Kaliel first recognizes when another of his kind enter the room. He nods to Juriem and waves hom over to where they stand along the wall, "You should still sit, Marith." His voice is surprisingly gentle as he calls her by her first name now, rather than by her title. "Be comfortable. You are a woman of import."

Bruadhin turns at Jureim's entrance. As he is still near the entrance, his voice is lower. "I see you Treebrother, may you find shade and water today." He seems slightly uneasy, but takes some comfort in the presence of the Treebrothers.

Borric looks around, and then moves over to one side, where he can see most of the happenings. It seems like some of his old habits still is there.

Elyse nods, her expression betraying her speculation on the murmured conversation between herself and the Prince, She mutters to Theowyn, "... I have,... same missive... which... my sister... . I believe... and... of... my... with... First Prince... Sword is not... to... learning that... long-lost... daughter resides... will... motivation..." there is a tug of a frown to the Princess' lips, as apparently the comment she made to the Prince is not quite as pleasant to think about as it is to think about the wedding ceremony for which she is here. At the entrance of the Aiel, the Kandori guardsmen stationed discreetly about the room for the protection of Princess Elyse go rigid with alert attention--but their gaze do not linger on any one person or thing. They are smarter than that.

You sense Elyse nods, her expression betraying her speculation on the murmured conversation between herself and the Prince, "Humbly, I have, my Prince. In the same missive in which the pronouncement of the discovery of my sister . . . I believe strongly that Kandor has considerable interest in the affairs and security of Andor. If my own courtship with the First Prince of the Sword is not enough to move my father to action, perhaps learning that his long-lost eldest daughter resides here as well will be motivation enough," there is a tug of a frown to the Princess' lips, as apparently the comment she made to the Prince is not quite as pleasant to think about as it is to think about the wedding ceremony for which she is here. At the entrance of the Aiel, the Kandori guardsmen stationed discreetly about the room for the protection of Princess Elyse go rigid with alert attention--but their gaze do not linger on any one person or thing. They are smarter than that.

Rennar walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Rennar has arrived.

Demonder watches the Wisdom with a look that offers some reassurance. Reassurance at the face of the Dark One's army behind, or at least that is how some might react to Ogier and Aiel alike. As he turns to the room, he once again offers a bow to the First Prince and Princess, and then watches Deleamar make his entrance as well. Patiently, he waits for his wife, manner going somewhat less strained, though not without effort considering he needs to ignore that tall Aielman.

"I see you, Waterbrother." Juriem says, as quietly as an Ogier can, to Bruadhin. He then starts making his way towards Kaliel and Marith.

Sev walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Sev has arrived.

Erienna walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Erienna has arrived.

Sev enters with Erienna on his arm, and glances around the room, any previous tension apparently forgotten.

After the rather mixed and mingled gathering of guests finally get through the doors and into the hall, a string of girls enter first; all dressed in crimson gowns gilded with tiny silver hearts up and down their length. There are four in all, corresponding with the four groomsmen standing at the front of the room. Each walks slowly down the aisle, after having arranged the Bride's gown to trail along behind her in just the right fashion. As soon as all of the girls make their way to the front, one by one, does Rennar move forward; alone. With her father dead, there is no one to formally 'give' her away.

With her arm looped through Sev's, Erienna quietly enters the Grand Hall. Her blue eyes timidly look about the room. She nods to those her murmur their greetings with a soft whispery voice

Bruadhin glances about the room fully. Slight contempt crosses his face each time his eyes come to light upon one of the sword-armed guards. Finding these 'chairs' filling the room, he moves towards the back way and remains standing.

Sev finds a place for himself and his lady-friend and ducks in with aplomb.

Dinara is now listening.

Deveran remains in his seat with his wife. He holds her hand tenderly in his as he turns to watch the bride enter the hall finally.

Deleamar meets anyone who happens to look at him with a defiant gaze. After all, it is his cousin who is being married, and he has every right to be here. Not that anyone is challenging his right, but he seems to think so. However, that gaze softens slightly as he gives a polite if short nod to Demonder.

Alwyne quietly seats herself and watches the bride enter the hall.

Music strikes up in the background, musicians hidden behind a blind, as the Bride walks into the room. It is then that she proceeds further forward, a bright, nervous smile upon her features. No one can know for certain if its due to wedding jitters or the case of unusual guests showing up at her door unexpected. In her hands she carries a pink bouquet of roses, augmented by a few white ones as well. She nods to those who greet her, a warm smile showing upon her features. Her eyes turn to Demonder and light upon him, causing her face to almost glow.

Sev beams at the proceeding, though frequently admiring the decor, as well.

Whatever agitation the Aielman cause, evaporates at the sight of Rennar. Demonder's features do lighten, as she walks toward the 'altar' unescorted. The Lord stands tall and proud, eyes soon becoming lost in Rennar's, and as she approaches him, Demonder offers his arm. His own light eyes play on hers briefly, and while he attempts to turn toward the Wisdom, he fails, and simply sets on his charming smile that hints at a playful grin.

Mere mention of the Aiel and the Ogier were enough upset Dinara's common senses, but now the 'Mother' of the city is openly staring at them, her eyes wide as saucers. Before, when she was impatiently waiting for the bride and groom, she could occupy herself with her annoyance at the delay enough not to notice them, but now that they are all standing in various sections of the room, its not easy to just ignore them. She nods to Demonder as he stands near the front of the room, just barely noticing him. It takes her a few moments to register what is going on, blinking a few times in the process, before she snaps out of her own worried excitement. She turns her eyes on Rennar and starts to focus on the events of the evening.

Patreine walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Patreine has arrived.

Enduna has arrived.

Enduna arrives with Patreine.

Gise has arrived.

Gise arrives with Patreine.

Bruadhin renames standing near the back wall. Curiously he watches the proceedings, the entire ceremony totally unfamiliar to him. He glances once over at the Treebrothers, trying to determine what he should do.

Jureim stands near the wall, not seeming to pay attention to the proceedings. It is the walls, and intricate architecture of the room that has caught his attention.

Worriedly, Marith watches as Rennar moves down the aisle and to the front of the room. Her ears continue to flicker back and forth and her hands wring together once more showing her discomfort at all that has started this event off so badly. She murmurs a few whispered words to Kaliel, then grows quiet once more. Oddly enough, this time her murmurings are low enough that humans nearby don't catch much of it.

With her hands neatly place upon her lap, Erienna watches the proceeding with a bit of awe. She smiles even though she has not met the majority of those gathered, including the bride and groom

It does not take long for Rennar to proceed forward, not when her eyes continue to remain fixed on Demonder. They are to be truly husband and wife now, even if legalities already say it is so. When she gets to the front of the room, she bows her head respectfully to the one marrying them, "Mother Dinara." She comments lightly, then takes her place by Demonder's side now oblivious to everything else; for the most part.

Dinara looks around the the room with an air of authority. It glances at Demonder and Rennar. It smiles ever so faintly at them before looking about the room once again. After a few moments it speaks in a loud and clear voice. "Today we are gathered to celebrate the union of Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar in vows of marriage."

Elyse lapses into silence, and her demeanour returns to a pleasant expression as she senses by both the silence of the guests' chatter, and the musicians striking up the processional music, that the ceremony is beginnnig. She settles back more straight in her seat, no longer leaning to whisper to Theowyn, and listens along to the ceremony.

A brief smile takes to Demonder's features, though soon enough he turns a more serious expression on the Wisdom. Or at least he tries. Ever so often, though, his eyes fall to his beautiful wife, and soon to be more official beautiful wife.

Theowyn follows the bride up toward the Wisdom, and while he does so he whispers a brief description of Rennar's dress. The conversation of politics has ended, and for now he settles to hold Elyse's hand and to watch the ceremony.

Dinara looks around the the room with an air of authority. She glances at Demonder and Rennar. She smiles ever so faintly at them before looking about the room once again. After a few moments she speaks in a loud and clear voice. "Today we are gathered to celebrate the union of Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar in vows of marriage."

Kaliel absently reaches out and pulls one of Marith's hands away from the other, to stop her from overwringing her hands. He murmurs a few quieted words back to her, what might seem to be those of comfort. He continues to motion to Jureim, once in a while glancing over at the Aielman.

Dinara smiles at the couple, expression soft, then speaks in a clear and commanding tone to them. "Lord Demonder, Lady Rennar, please kneel before me, clasping together your left hands." She waits for the two to comply, with a cool expression upon her features.

Jureim continues towards Kaliel, after his attentions on the architecture swing in that direction. Respectfully, for him, he tries to move quietly so as not to disturb the proceedings.

Bruadhin stays where he is. He glances occasionally over at the Ogier and nods politely to the Elders. He then looks back towards the bride and groom. He raises a brow when they are asked to kneel.

Borric watches the seremony intently, though he glances all around the room at occations. It most definately seems like an old habit dies hard.

Patreine looks around, discreetly, mentally taking notes.

Alwyne steals a glimpse at Patreine's pearl pendant.

Pareine's eyes flicker down at her pendant, and she runs a slim finger down the chain.

Demonder does kneel as instructed, his body turning to Rennar as he reaches for her left hand. The hold is tight, and warm, and now with the excuse to look to her, Demonder's eyes search Rennar's own eyes. A hinting smile takes to his features. The remainder of the room, at least for now, is forgotten.

Alwyne steals a glimpse at Patreine's pearl pendant.

Pareine's eyes flicker down at her pendant, and she runs a slim finger down the chain.

Rennar glances sidelong at Demonder, a warm smile now managing to come to her lips and match the expression of her lighted eyes. She moves down to her knees as asked and waits for her groom to do the same, eyes never leaving her husband nor the Caemlyn Mother.

Elyse tilts her ear a moment toward Theowyn's whispered description of the gown, smiling brightly with sensations of what her own bridal gown may one day feel like, and appear like to others, one day. Involuntarily, she gives a wistful sigh, her auditory attention returning once more to the ceremony.

Bruadhin turns slightly and takes notice of the Treekillers for the first time. His eyes narrow slightly, but remembering his oath, he does nothing other than stand there.

Fidelio walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Fidelio has arrived.

The wisdom Dinara nods approvingly to the two, smiling fainly, then looks to the gathered group of people. She waits a moment, then says, "It is typically tradition in most marriages for both parties to have witnesses who have observed the two together, and who will stand for the belief that marriage is an opportune matter for those about to be wed. This is especially important in noble marriages, should a couple be wed without the will of their family. I ask now for those who were asked to stand as witnesses to this couple's union to stand forward between Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar." She waits patiently to see who will step forward

Sev looks to Erienna and steps forward.

Sev gives the Wisdom a bow as he approaches.

Erienna smiles up at Sev as he steps foward, her hands still remain daintily upon her lap

Dinara nods her head to those who stand for Lady Rennar, then glances to Demonder and his side of the family, and/or friends. A brow lifts in question as thus far no one has shown their support for the Roesoen lord.

Reslaric stands up from his place somewhere midway through the rows and heads for the front to stand beside Demonder. He nods to the Wisdom in greeting, his intense grey eyes settling on the young couple with a hint of curiousity, which is about the only emotion that Reslaric shares freely.

Dinara nods, smiling faintly to those who came foward. She gazes about the room, pausing slightly before going on. She says clearly, "Let it be known that marriage is not a light step to take, as it is the joining of two hearts, souls, and minds into one through the combining of spirits and life. And, in the case of noble marriages, it is the joining of two houses amongst one another. These two, Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar, come before me with support and proper witnesses. I now ask that they state their vows of joining to one another." She glances to Demonder, "Lord Demonder, please speak your vows to Lady Rennar."

Sev is all smiles at this point.

Janeva walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Janeva has arrived.

Alwyne merely watches, glancing about the hall from time to time.

Patreine gives a meaningful nod to Gise.

Gise slips away to the back of the chamber.

Fidelio steals a glimpse at Patreine's pearl pendant.

Pareine's eyes flicker down at her pendant, and she runs a slim finger down the chain.

Marith watches quietly from the sidelines, nodding to Jureim as he makes his way closer. Her ears flicker back and forth, though with less worry as she slowly starts to calm down. It's not every day you get such a mangled mix of people together in a room with no bloodshed; particularly with Bruadhin present as a member of the Aiel community.

Janeva walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Janeva has left.

Bruadhin does his best not to look over towards the Treekillers again. Instead he lets his attention focus upon the couple being married. If anyone is nervous about his presence, he seems to take no notice of it.

Erienna absently mindedly plays with the platinum bracelet about her wrist as she listens to the proceedings

Demonder's eyes have never left Rennar, and so when asked for the vows, he speaks without pause or hesitation, though the words do not seem practised. "Your glance on me from a distance that lasted a little too long had captured my heart, that almost four years ago. Each day from then on has been for you, and for our love and the life that we build together. I vow to be the husband of the Duchess, holding both the honor of your position and of House Hune. You have my heart, my love, my protection. Whether in sickness or in health, through the rough and through the pleasant, I will be with you just the same until the last breath of my body." Demonder's eyes are far from playful now, with the last of his words the Oath of sorts is set, his eyes looking to her with as much passion as they do with honor.

Dinara smiles faintly when Demonder finishes, then she turns to Rennar, smiling to her as well, "Lady Rennar, please speak your vows to Lord Demonder." She eyes the girl cooly as she watches her.

Elyse sighs wistfully a bit, a warm, charming smile across her Kandori features.

Elyse senses "Theowyn squeezes your hand in support, tugging at you to leana little closer to him."

Borric eyes the ceremony completely now.

You sense Elyse smiles, blushing slightly, and leaning a bit in your direction, at your urgings.

As with Demonder, Rennar does not hesitate in answering the call for her vow to her husband. Her eyes seem to soften somewhat more, and her smile widen as she takes in his appearance. "I don't know whether it was dumb luck or a twist of fate through the pattern that brought us together. Circumstances surely tried to pull is apart on many an occassion; failing." There could be more meaning in her words than what's spoken; a hidden message between the two of them, "But, in either case I am grateful for each day that you have been there to support me, protect me, and discover the love we hold for one another." She pauses a moment, her smile growing brighter by the second. "I vow to be your wife, and to bestow upon the respect and honor that you duly deserve; that which was passed over you time and again previously. You have my heart and love, as I do yours, and in that we protect one another in more ways than one. I will be the wall that holds you up when you fall, the guiding hand which helps you along, whether in sickness or in health, through the rough and through the pleasant, I will be with you the same until the last breath of my body." She mimicks the ending of his own vows, though they seem to fit together nicely.

Jureim returns his attentions to the rafters, and walls.

Dinara nods slightly and smiles, "Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar have both expressed their vows of marriage to one another, and their proposed promises to one another... and we have witnessed the vows that they have said to one another. I now ask that the maid of honor and best man to step forward and place marriage ribbons around their necks as I tie their hands together." She glances to Demonder and Rennar, "You both may stand so that they may tie the ribbons."

Lessa, the young woman a few met within the Entrance Hall earlier, steps forward. She blushes as she does so, smoothing over the crimson folds of her dress. She reaches out to take one of the ribbons from Dinara, eyes scanning the rest of the crowd as her cheeks try to match the color of her dress.

Sev offers a smile to Lessa, taking the opportunity to glance at the observers.

Demonder stands at the direction of the Wisdom, his eyes still not parting with Rennar. The smile at Rennar's vows is still set, and for that he might find it easier to ignore some of the stranger parts of the Andoran wedding custom.

Reslaric takes the marriage ribbon from Dinara before turning to Demonder, and beginning the custom of setting it around the Lord's neck. He still holds a hint of surprise as Demonder added vows to House Hune, and that perhaps sets concern in his expression as well. It is brief, as he continues with the marriage tradition.

Rennar stands as Demonder stands, turning herself slightly so that she might face Demonder more. Her emerald eyes sparkle in the light, showing the happiness she feels within. Only briefly does she turn her attention away from things when Lessa moves forward. She nods her head to her best friend, smiling widely, then glances back to Mother Dinara and Demonder, simply waiting.

Dinara pulls out a red marriage ribbon from inside a small pouch then walks to Demonder and Rennar. She efficiently ties the ribbon around their hands and takes a step back. When everyone is finished she smiles faintly and turns the couple around, "I now present to you Lord and Lady Roesone-Hune." She smiles warmly at the couple.

Taking her cue from Dinara, Lessa moves forward and places the other ribbon around Rennar's neck; as the ribbon around their hands will likely come off during the reception ceremonies. She kisses Rennar on the cheek briefly, then does the same to Demonder, stepping back and beaming proudly at the two just now formally married.

Erienna smiles at the happy couple though she remains in her seat ever so quiet, more like a mouse

Elyse senses "Theowyn's other hand comes around to yours, his fingers starting to stroke at your arm with the light motions of his fingers."

Alwyne smiles pleasantly at the happy sight, though her gaze flickers around the hall every so often.

Sev smiles, and begins applauding. "Hurrah,!" he says.

Reslaric places the ribbon about Demonder's neck at the indicated time, offering his brief congradulations before also stealing a kiss on the cheek from Rennar. Reslaric takes a step back and gives the pair time for their moment.

Elyse smiles warmly in the direction of the voices of Rennar, Demonder, and Dinara. The pronouncement made, she's not sure if she should applaud in this culture, so she remains quiet until someone else begins.

Turail walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Turail has arrived.

Janeva has arrived.

Janeva arrives with Turail.

Still casting quick looks around the hall, as if trying to find out what happens everywhere, Borric looks at the newly-wed and smiles, and as Sev applauds, he follows in the applauding.

Alwyne notices the odd man looking at her and cooly returns his gaze, but only for a moment. Then she is once again apparently watching the newly-wed couple.

Erienna slowly rises from her seat and follow suit by clapping her small hands for the newlyweds

The Kiss. Demonder does wait patiently for the ribbons to be set in place and all formalities to pass, accepts the kiss on the cheek from Lesse, and the other motions by Lesse and Reslaric. And when the time is right, he does take advantage of the moment, taking Rennar into his embrace with a pull that is far from gentle. The embrace of their lips would be inappropriate in public, and forgivable for a wedding kiss, as a hand falls to her cheek and tilts her just enough to widen the depths of their moment. He will likely not stop until his wife baps him in the head, continuing the kiss.

Bruadhin glances about curiously as the ceremony seems to come to an end. He notices those clapping and he tries his best to mimic the action, although it is quite unfamiliar to him, he does try.

Jureim's ears twitch with the clapping. His frown setting itself firmly.

Alwyne applauds politely.

You sense Elyse's skin is warm and soft to the touch. With the hand still resting on your arm, she gives your arm a gentle squeeze, then lifts her hands to begin applauding along with the others. Her smile is dreamy.

Elyse seems wistful, as is her smile, and she lifts her hands from where they had been--one onf Theowyn's arm, and the other resting in her lap--to join in the applause.

Having slipped in at the rear of the group with his wife, very late, for who knows what reason, Turail joins in applauding the pair, glancing at his wife with a slight grin.

The young Lady Hune's smile widens a great deal more as her eyes sparkle with warmth and pride. A light gasp escapes her as she is taken by surprise by Demonders ferocity in passion, then a chuckle can be heard as she returns the kiss with just as much warmth and impropriety - the only chance she'll get to have such a public display and have it forgiven. When the moment passes, she does indeed stop, making certain Demonder does as well, reaching up to bap his nose lightly with a single finger. "Ready to be greeted as husband and wife, my love?" She asks, her voice touching on playful.

Sev bows with an almost childish smile to Rennar, and fades back to rejoin Erienna.

In the background, the musicians strike up once more, touching on more traditional Andoran wedding marches. The music is light, airy and holds a hint of warmth and happiness to it, attempting to help spread the mood amongst those who are in attendance as guests.

No doubt the suspect of why exactly the High Seat of the groom's House was late Janeva slips in with Turail, just in time for the highlight of the evening. Black eyes take in the study of the kissing bridescouple before her glance darts to her husband's and a sly smile, just short of being a grin, folds around her lips.

Bruadhin stops clapping suddenly at the kiss. He turns on his heel and starts back out of the hall and then the House.

With his mind elsewhere, he half nods to the qeustion asked, his eyes still rather hungry as they look unto his wife. But Demonder does set his shoulders straight and attempts this concept of self-control in the eyes of those watching. "We will be brief, right?" he whispers back in a level of amusement. The hand slides across Rennar's cheek and to her chin, taking enough of a hold on her to take another kiss, though this one mild in comparison. He turns to the crowd then, realizing he's rather thirsty.

Sev snags a pair of wineglasses, and puts one in Erienna's hands. "They are wed! Let there be wine and dancing, as we toast the noble couple's felicity!"

Bruadhin walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Bruadhin has left.

As Sev hands Erienna a wineglass, she smiles up at you before taking a slow slip of the liquid

Borric looks around, and as he sees that the Aielman has left, he frowns slightly.

Alwyne rises from her seat, a considering glance taking in the exit of the Aielman. That glance shifts around the room, studying the occupants, before returning to Rennar and Demonder.

A light laugh catches Rennar once more as Sev calls out for drinks and dancing, "First we must at least be polite and stay with our guests for a few dances." She mentions to her husband, eyes dancing slightly as she glances back to Demonder. "It would be rude to just leave." She nods her head to a few who start toward them as they go down into the masses.

After clapping the kiss on, Theowyn once again retrieves the hand of Elyse and begins to stand. "Shall we mingle?" The question comes after he begins to scan the room briefly. He's been surprised in the past by those that would be invited to such events.

Patreine rises from her seat and gracefully walks over to a small tapestry.

Sev looks do Borric, "Cousin Borric! Tis so long since we've seen you, will you be the first to raise a glass?"

Jureim looks out at the mingling humans. He stands where he is, frown etched, and ears twitching.

Borric looks to Sev, slowly, smiling slightly, still casting quick glances around the room.

"Kaliel, I think now would be a good time for us to leave. As much as I like dancing.... there's little enough room in here for us as it is." Marith's worried voice can be heard travelling across the room, even in the din that's already starting to pick up.

Reslaric offers his congradulations to the newly married couple, and begins to step away from the head of the Grand Hall in favor of a quieter observation point. He chooses one to the side, watching those that stand and greet Demonder and Rennar, though he also spots out Turail and Janeva make their entrance after several sweeps of the room.

Elyse smiles obsequiously towards Theowyn's voice, and nods, "Yes, of course, my Prince," using his clasped hand to help her rise gracefully, slowly. Her quiet could be taken to indicate her attention to the growing voices of the guests along with the music. She endeavours to keep up with her surroundings, tilting her head this way and that, trying to absorb everything as she stands beside the First Prince of the Sword.

Eyeing the door the Aiel disappeared out of curiously for a moment, Turail nonetheless turns back towards the couple as they decend into the gathering of guests, and slips his arm around his wife's waist, leaning to enquire of her softly concerning her choice of wine.

Borric looks over to Sev, before quickly moving in the direction of the Ogier, shrugging to himself.

Sev undaunted, looks to the Eldest, "Or M'lady Eldest, farthest traveller to these fair proceedings, prithee, see us merry."

Jureim looks around, and then down at Sev.

Near the back of the room, double doors open to the adjoining kitchen. A trail of servants and staff start to enter, under the watchful guidance of Genette, the trusted head of most of Hune's staff. For most of the event she stayed hidden amonst the staff, though that does not mean she missed the event entirely. Pride is seen on her features as she tells the servants and staff where to place the various foods and dishes meant for the buffet. A large cake is also wheeled out, five teirs in all and each elaborately decorated in rosey pink color.

Demonder shows his amusement all too clearly as he begins accepting congradulations from those that head their way, and does indeed seem eager to push past formalities. "A few dances, you say." At the sighting of Turail and Janeva, he leans over to the side. "You will have opportunity to meet Lady Janeva, perhaps," he notes with an amused smile, as though some hinting meaning is spread between them.

Marith shakes her head at Sev, "As much as I would like, there are other things we must attend. Perhaps we will speak and meet under better circumstances another time." She glances to Kaliel as he comes to her side, glancing absently at her arm which he takes in his own as if to escort her out of the building.

Borric moves in the direction of the Ogier who he knows entered last, and speaks some quiet words, He mutters to Jureim, "... have... and... so... might... to... you Ogier?"

Jureim looks to the Eldest, then down to Borric. "What would you know?" His voice gruff as he asks.

"Yes a few dances, and eatting, and cutting the cake." Rennar just happens to keep piling up the various things that are done at such events. "Though, I could just skip cutting the cake and have a few things sent to wherever it is you have us staying this evening." This is the first that Rennar's tried to niggle that particular bit of inforamtion out of Demonder, those things usually kept secret from the bride until they happen. "I don't mind that some others cut it for us."

Sev says "The Light illume you always, then, Eldest." With that, he decides to raise the toast himself. "Then to the Lord and Lady of our House, I say, may the Light shine on you hereafter; in felicity, prosperity, good fortune, and ...whatever it is meet for newlyweds to wish.""

Sev beams.

Borric smiles slightly before answering the Ogier, "I would have said everything, but I realize that that probablty would have taken very long time, so I think I might keep it to what you think is the most important to know," he says.

Kaliel nods his head in Sev's direction, "Thank you..." With that he starts leading the Eldest out of the area, carefully directing her through the crowd and into more open space.

Kaliel walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Kaliel has left.

Marith walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Marith has left.

That Aiel is watched with a widening of Janeva's eyes. The Domani even turns her head around so she may witness the savage's departure and the grip of her hands upon Turail's arm appears to be stronger than strictly necessary, as if she cluthces to her husband's strength to protect her from the savage from the east. This posture is relaxed however as time passes though she does not loose the duke's grip around her waist but rather moves fluidly as her eyes look across the room. Her dark gaze rests upon the advisor and she inclines her head to Reslaric in a greeting, letting her eyes linger upon the tall man.

"The most important to know?" Jureim says, midly surprised at that. "There is nothing /most/ important to know."

Borric looks at the Ogier again, and nods slowly, "I can agree with that, but what do you think people should know of the Ogier first?"

"Oh, right, this evening..." Demonder teases the words out as though he had nothing planned. She would know the very opposite. He begins to guide his wife down toward a table. "Yes, I suppose that would do well. I will let a servant know where it is to be sent once we have entered the carriage." He leans over. "I would rather not have a servant accidentaly slip the surprise for you, my wife."

Jureim's ears twitch. "-- of the Ogier first?" He pauses to think. "A most interesting question."

Noticing his wife's seeming proccupation, first with the Aielman, and then with his own advisor, Turail uses his arm around Janeva's waist to gently lead her towards Demonder and Rennar, recalling Rennar's recent mention of not having met his wife. He leans again to murmur as they walk, "Let us go greet the happy couple, my wife. Lady Rennar did chide me recently for not having introduced you, Janeva."

Theowyn guides Elyse out from the row of chairs with the aid one would offer the blind. Though once they are free from obvious blocks in their path, he sets Elyse at his side like he would a woman free of disability. Theowyn's brilliant blue eyes do play on hers, and on her features, and then to the newly married couple. "A good turn out," he tells her in a quiet whisper. "It may be a long night still, though I am not certain if I will be permitted the luxury of staying till the ball ends. But for now, let us enjoy," he tells Elyse in reassurance.

A note of disappointment forms on Rennar's features at Demonder's words. It might even be said that she's pouting. "But hints are /good/ things love..." She has never liked surprises. She sighs reluctantly, glancing about the room as though to find another who might know of Demonder's plans for the evening; a plotters gleam entering her eyes. "Who do you wish to greet first?"

Sev raises his glass and drinks deep with anyone who takes the cue. After that, he sets down his glass and turns his attention to Erienna.

Demonder leans over to his wife, saving her a quiet whisper that might keep her quiet on the matter for a little longer, though when he straightens he catches sight of the approaching Duke and his Domani wife. "I would be pleased if we met with Duke Turail and his wife, would you not say?" Demonder does take an observing note of the Prince as well, which was seated just behind the first row on Rennar's side of the family.

Erienna just watches everything and everyone with so much curiosity. She remains rather quiet being as shy as she is. Her blue eyes move back to Sev and offers him a smile, "This is a lovely wedding Lord Sev"

Jureim turns his thoughts back towards Borric. "I would suppose, the answer would be that we don't live near humans."

Borric nods, "I see," he says, eyes quickly scanning the room again.

"The lady's appaerently quite wise.

Jureim continues on. "We live in the peace of our stedding."

Borric nods, asking, "Can you tell me about the stedding?"

Sev says "Aye, and with the happy duties of the day discharged, would you favor me with a dance, m'lady?"

Elyse smiles, nodding, "So my ears determine, Prince Theowyn. It pleases me to know that such a felicitous occasion is able to be enjoyed by so many." To the latter comment she nods once more, now standing regally beside and on the arm of the First Prince of the Sword, away from the seats that they had just occupied, "I understand, my Prince, and will leave by your leave, of course."

Jureim says "They are were the Ogier dwell. They are far from the works of man, great groves of tranquility. We rarely leave them, and when we do it is usually to fix our great works that humans have torn down."

Alwyne makes her way over towards the Kandori Princess and Prince Theowyn.

Borric nods, "I have heard about that," he says, "Although not much."

Rennar nods her head to Demonder's words, "I suppose greeting the Duke first would be the wise thing to do." In that she defers to Demonder's judgement, grinning a bit, "Though we do know each other well enough." SHe winks at Demonder and then falls into step with him, allowing him to lead her to the place his cousin stands.

Jureim's ears twitch. "You have heard about the destruction of our works?"

Erienna blushes as she looks up at Sev, "A dance...you wish to dance with me my Lord?"

"The lady's appaerently quite wise." Janeva answers with just a touch of ice in her otherwise smooth voice and and she looks at the happy couple for a moment. Those close observers around her may notice how her normally black eyes darken somewhat as if she is displeased, though whatever reasons one can only judge. Suddenly she stops and turns around in an attempt to free herself from Turail's arm as her gaze follows the departure of a young girl clad in as close to a scandalising Domani dress one can wear as possible for one of that young age. "Oh no" she sighs and sends Turail a knowing look with raised eyebrows, "Please give the lady and lord my excuses."

Shaking his head, Borric replies, "No, but much of the famous works themselves. I have even seen some of those works, in Tear and Cairhien."

A woman with startlingly blue eyes and long, reddish-blonde hair that is pulled away from her face by way of intricate weaving of the long strands with strings of sapphires, she carries herself with an inborn grace. Her skin is pale, with a faint undertone of pink. She is a little above average height, though not quite tall, and is slim without being thin. A sky blue silk dress, the full skirts slashed with white, is her chosen attire for this event. Silver thread is mixed with that of ivory, incorporated into delicate embroidery of knotwork that lines the sleeves and the square neckline. At first glance, she appears to be young, however, at a second glance, perhaps she has simply gracefully aged, being that despite her smooth cheeks her eyes seem old with knowledge. On the fourth finger of her right hand is a gold ring, a serpent biting its own tail.

Sev smiles to Erienna, "And who would not?"

Theowyn's eyes spot Alwyne's approach near enough as he continues his conversation with Elyse. "There is no need to leave by my side, though it would bid my honor to escort you home as well." Theowyn's tone hints at being protective, though he has reason to with matters that have been shared with him. Theowyn's eyes almost naturally pick out Alwyne's ring as they would her features. "Aes Sedai."

Erienna lowers her eyes, "I would like to have a dance with you my Lord Sev"

Sev extends a hand, then, to lead the lady to a spot cleared for dancing.

Janeva simply breaks free from her husband and begins to dart out of the chambers to the hallway.

Janeva walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Janeva has left.

Turail halts, his eyes following Janeva's to the younger domani. He lets his arm drop, and a slight crease mars his brow, "Will you be returning Janeva?" He can only imagine what trouble Janeva's daughter is up to this time.

Alwyne inclines her head at the prince's recognition. "Yes." She smiles slightly, though it does not completely reach her eyes. "Princess Elyse, Prince Theowyn." She gives a nod of acknowledgement for both of them, though she is aware that the girl will not be able to see.

Jureim rumbles slightly at the mention of Cairhien. "Cairhien. Yes."

Place sher small hand into that of Sev's Erienna is lead to the dance floor

"Do not start with that again!" Demonder chuckles with the statement, leaning enough forward to kiss her cheek in reassurance that his words are of jest. "Well, until the Prince is not occupied any longer, anyway. Though I grow eager for the first dance." Yes, he's already skipped the meal and the cake cutting, so why not hurry past the first few dances? Demonder's eyes beam of amusement.

And apparently, the matter is too urgent for him to receive a reply. Effectively dropped abruptly by his wife, Turail shrugs and turns back towards Demonder and Rennar's position. He sighs slightly and makes his way the rest of the distance to them.

Borric looks around, "It is a fairly built city," he says to the Ogier.

Jureim's brows lower, darkening his eyes. "Fairly built?" He says, voice slowly edging louder "Fairly Built? It lies in ruin."

Elyse offers an appropriate curtsey for an Aes Sedai, while remaining on the arm of the Prince. She smiles gently, "Peace favour you, Aes Sedai," not having a name to put to a voice. Demurely, she merely waits for further introduction, or comment.

Sev stays to the edge of the dance floor, seeing that the bride and groom might dance, and they should go first.

"It seems as though we are being received anyway, Demonder." Rennar nods her head in Turail's direction, though her expression sours slightly at the mention of Theowyn. She glances toward the Prince, eyeing him in a quiet manner. "When the Prince is free, we can certainly approach him." She comments quietly, subdued briefly. When Turail gets closer, Rennar dons a warm smile and nods her head in his direction, "Duke Roesone. It is a pleasure meeting with you."

"Alwyne Sedai will do," she replies in a smooth voice. "I hope this day finds you well."

Borric looks at the Ogier, with a perplexed impression, "Well, it was fairer than many other cities I have seen," he says, quickly. "The city, that is," he adds after a moment."

"Cousin. Your wife is in a hurry to avoid meeting my wife?" Demonder teases in tone as he bows his bead briefly to Turail in the greeting. "Peace favor." Demonder gives Rennar that 'behave' look that he knows will insight all the opposite, and hopes that it will remove any hints of frowns on Rennar's features.

Jureim gives a mighty huff. His voice has lowered in tone, but carries like Ogier voices do. "Al'caira'ahien'allen. The towers that reached the sky, and graced the clouds? You did not see them in their glory, you did not see them before the fires. You did not aid in their construction, or labour for their maintenance."

Theowyn leads Elyse a touch ahead of him as he handles introductions. "Alwyne Sedai, Princess Elyse J'equel Sylia Kamikatsu." The name is beginning to sound more natural on his tongue, not as vaguely set as it was the first few times he had introduced the Princess.

Rennar gives Demonder one of those all too innocent looks, but then takes on something of worry when the Ogier's voice rises louder than norm; which is pretty loud for human ears. Distracted away from those receiving herself and Demonder, Rennar turns her attention to Jureim and her cousin, a brow lifting in quiet question.

Elyse smiles, inclining her head towards the voice of the Aes Sedai, "Indeed, it does, Alwyne Sedai. An honour and a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm sure," she offers formally in a rich, eloquent soprano tone.

Borric looks to the Ogier, "I didn't," he says, slowly, with a hint of regret in his voice, "But I surely wish I could."

Alwyne murmurs in response to Elyse, "A pleasure, indeed."

Turail bows perfunctorily, "Peace Favor... and congratulations once again, Lady Rennar, Lord Demonder." A slight frown settles on Turail's mouth as Janeva's quick exit is noted by his cousin. "I appologise Lady Rennar, she did wish to make your acquaintance, but I do believe there was some issure of her daughter she needed to take up. Turail's tone has just a slight tinge of weariness. One might assume Devaki is difficult with him.

Jureim locks eyes with Borric, his ears twitching this way and that. "All you humans do, as you run here-to-there, is burn and destroy your heritage. All you do is make war on one another. All you care about is bloodshed."

Borric looks at Jureim, and then quickly looks away, "It is not in our intentions, I think," he says.

Jureim says "Then tell me why it is that every year heralds more?"

Demonder is also showing signs of being distracted by the loud Ogier. He attempts to set his sights on Turail, nodding as though he shared a hint of understanding in Turail's meaning. "Lady Janeva has you looking years younger, cousin. Her return would greatly compliment you," he teases a hint, though his eyes move to the Ogier once more.

There is, perhaps, a bit longer pause between Alwyne's response and Elyse's next comment as the Princess ponders something appropriate to say and offers, "Have you enjoyed the ceremony and celebrations, Alwyne Sedai? I do hope so," her tone seems sincere, though cautious at the same time. The perceptive might spy her grip on the Prince's arm squeeze slightly and then relax.

"A pleasure to you as well, Duke Roesone..." Rennar speaks, though with the back of her head turned toward him. She turns back to the two men she's speaking with and kisses Demonder on the cheek as she starts to untie the marriage ribbon binding together their hands, "Will you excuse me a moment?" It looks as though she' sabout to go diffuse a potential disasterous situation; Ogier tempers, afterall, are not good things to have.

Borric looks at Jureim again, "I'm afraid I don't have any explanation for that, master Ogier," he says, trying to sound calm.

Sev looks to Erienna, "We may have a time to wait, perhaps you would like to mingle a while, first? "

Jureim nods, again with a huff. "That is what I thought. It is in your natures, that is why there is no explanation."

Borric nods, slowly, and then smiles slightly, "There you might have found the only explanation," he says.

Jureim silently watches Borric. Maybe he hasn't finished yet?

Erienna nods up at Sev, her eyes darting about the room, "If it pleases you Lord Sev" she says softly

"Of course, Renni," Demonder responds quickly as the ties between them are removed. A note of concern shows as he looks to Turail and then the Ogier. "A good mix of guests..." his mind is elsewhere, as he will likely insure Rennar is kept safe.

Borric looks at the Ogier, "The nature of things," he says.

Alwyne again smiles slightly, the expression carrying somewhat into her voice, "The celebration was indeed a beautiful occasion. It has been some time, I believe, since there has been one so. I do recall another gathering that was, perhaps, a bit more...distressing...if that is the word." She glances at Theowyn, then back at the young woman, a flicker of eyes, then asks smoothly, "How fares your sister?"

"Andor is turning its odd corners," Theowyn states away from the topic of conversation as he catches some words of the Ogier that speaks with Borric.

Rennar kisses Demonder on the cheek once more, "I'll be but a moment." She smiles at Turail, then moves off in the direction of Borric and Jureim. She manages to place a sincere, warm smile upon her features as she approaches them, "Greetings, Builder, Cousin." She glances between the two of them, that worried note touching her eyes, "I trust all is well?" She asks, testing the waters first.

Jureim turns his gaze from borric lady Rennar. "The blessing of light and stillness upon you." He says, looking at her.

Tension. Oh yes. Elyse does not have the luxury of disguising her emotions as well as a fully trained Aes Sedai. But she does make the attempt at displaying outward calm. The smile fades, marking the tension at the topic, but it does not disappear completely. In a somewhat cool, though polite voice Elyse responds to Alwyne, "I am told she fares well, Alwyne Sedai. Thank you," gratefully, she tilts her ear toward Theowyn, arching eyebrow and grasping his change in topic rather desperately, "Indeed, Prince Theowyn? In which sense?"

Sev slips on up to Demonder, with Erienna on his arm.

Sev says "M'lord, may I present the lady Erienna Vanderode?"

Borric nods and bows to Rennar, "May the Light Shine on you on theis happy day," he says, before continuing, "It was a rather interresting discussion, I think."

"The Ogier, for one," Theowyn notes the volume of the voice, and indicating the direction of its travels. He does not go into more detail then that, though he does offer a reassuring hold on Elyse's hand when the topic comes to the other Princess within Andor.

Demonder watches his wife steal a kiss and head over to handle another matter, and so he does his thing by nodding lightly to Sev and the woman he presents. "Lady Erienna Vanderode, welcome to the Hune Manor, and thank-you for coming on this important day in our personal lives." By our he means Rennar and himself, obviously. A pleased expression centers, though his eyes continue to watch the direction his wife has gone.

Alwyne raises one eyebrow slightly but allows the topic to be changed, apparently seeing no purpose in pressing the matter.

Erienna dips into the most gracious, the most elegant curtsey as she is being introduced to Demonder, "Tis a pleasure to meet you my Lord Demonder, my warmest congratulations to you and your lady wife, may the light illuminate and protect you always"

Sev smiles.

Gently, Rennar turns her gaze to Jureim. Her eyes manage to widen something; likely at his size. A blush comes to her cheeks, and she nods back to him, "The blessings upon you as well, Builder." Rennar greets the Ogier once more. "I just wished to make certain all is well... as hostess of this event." Worried fringes touch Rennar's eyes, concern showing for Jureim for whatever reason. "I have a small matter that might interest you later, if you are of mind to discuss it and... willing to hear me out."

Jureim's ears twitch again, and after a few breaths has appeared to calm slightly. "All is well, my Lady. A matter? What might this be?"

Borric nods at the Ogier's first words, "All is well, m'Lady," he says.

"Well met, thank-you, Lady Erienna," Demonder produces a bow more specifically for Erienna. "Forgive me, but I do not recall seeing your beauty grace Lord Sev's arm my past meetings with him?" he asks the question, his eyes shifting with a light amusement as they look between Sev and Erienna.

A genuine smile comes to Rennar's lips, in part because some of the situation around Borric is diffused and in part because the Ogier seems calmer. "I've recently had my gates repaired after an unfortunate mishap in which they were destroyed." She crinkles her brow a bit, thinking over her words, "Or, rather, mishap is not the word to use. The Queen used the Power to break into Tiras Lorn to save my life. I was being held captive in my own home by my uncle." She might rival an Ogier in getting to the point on this, or not, "In short, I'd like to ask one of the Ogier to look over the gates and see if they can make suggestions on how to fortify them better. Those who replaced them did a well enough job, but with the events that have happened in my family, I'd like to take extra precautions. But, I'm also uncertain if that would be seen as insulting..." She waits, watching Jureim with a quieted expression.

Alwyne glances at Theowyn. "The Ogier?"

Elyse nods, tilting her head now to better receive the rumbling voice of the Ogier that Theowyn mentions. She does not seem as quite pensive or surprised by the presence of the Ogier, other than the fact that they are rare to encounter. But having no basis with which to determine their startling appearance, it seems more an intriguing novelty than something by which to be startled, or with which too terribly absorbed. "They are very interesting people to listen to, I should say. I imagine they have an interesting bass singing voice," she comments.

Sev sighs, "More's the pity, m'lord," and smiles, betraying a fondness for the shy lady.

Alwyne nods absently. "I would not be surprised," she says.

Nervously, Erienna tucks a lock of auburn hair behind her ear blushing deeply on what Demonder has said. She looks up at Sev, her eyes sparkle and shine before she turns her attention back tot he bridegroom, "I have been ill of late my lord Demonder and have not ventured forth from Vanderode Manor here in the city. Lord Sev has been kind enough to have been escourting me about since we meet just recently"

Jureim nods slowly. "Yes, I saw the gates as I entered. I saw the cracks that line the walls." His eyes become thoughtful. "The gates could be fixed, but it would be easier to remove them entirely and have new gates built with a new housing."

Borric looks around, and then slowly says, "I think I'd better leave the two of you to your conversation," he says and moves away with a bow, "Thank you for enlightening me, master Ogier."

Jureim looks at Borric a moment, before uttering another 'huff'.

"There is something of singing in their culture," Theowyn agrees, taking Elyse's words further. "Perhaps we should entertain the Eldest and that crumpy Ogier that seems insistant for her side? The pairing would almost be amusing, if not so large." Theowyn offers a slight smile, though his expression goes wary at the sight of the large creatures. He still holds a friendly note toward them.

Rennar turns her attention first to Borric, nodding her head to her cousin. "Good evening, Borric." She offers him another smile before turning her attention back to Jureim, "So, you would not consider it an insult for me to ask one of you to work on the gates?" That seems to be her major worry, "I'd be more than willing to pay whatever price needed. It would also be an honor. House Hune has long understood the importance of history and traditions, and the work would not go to waste as long as we can help it." Helping it is the problem, often times things cannot be helped.

"How fortunate for Lord Sev," Demonder responds, holding back the tone that would make his entertainment over the matter too obvious. "I have only met Lord Sev a few times, but he certainly has not smiled as much as he does this day. Thank-you for your good wishes, Lady Erienna. And I offer the same to you and your loved ones."

Jureim looks at her a long time, almost too long, before speaking. "I would consider it an honor to bring artistry to this city. But I do not do so lightly. I have seen my works torn down, by thoughtless men. Fires ravaged my work in Cairhien, and for that I do not forgive. You, and your family, must swear that the gates shall be protected. That any work I bring to this place must be preserved."

Elyse smiles brightly, the tension previously noted receding, "Oh I should say would like that, Prince Theowyn, though I would not wish to inhibit the responsibilities with which Eldest Marith may be occupied. How now, Alwyne Sedai? Have you had much opportunity to receive the Ogier?" She smiles gently.

What a captivating smile the Lady Erienna makes upon the kindness of Demonder's words to her. She literally seems to glow, a soft illumination about her delicate features, "I thank you for allowing Lord Sev to escourt me to such an esteemed and important event my Lord"

Borric bows once more to Rennar before looking around the Hall again.

Alwyne raises her eyebrow again at Theowyn's choice of words. "It seems, Prince Theowyn, that the pair you have mentioned has left..." She glances about briefly. "One Ogier remains, but it appears he is busy speaking with the Lady Rennar."

It is Rennar's turn to take a long time in considering the words put before her. After those long moments, she finally nods her head, "Nor would we take such an undertaking lightly. Were you to work on Tiras Lorn, we would swear to preserve your work to the best of our ability. I would no more want to see it torn down than yourself." Her words hold genuine as she watches the Ogier before her. "Might I know your name?" She asks, tilting her head upward to look more directly at the Ogier before her.

Alwyne looks back at the Kandori princess for a moment. "Tar Valon has an Ogier grove that many enjoy."

Theowyn can't help but smile at Alwyne's obvious observation. "I did mean another evening. I am certain that my Tower training would have been a waste if I did not realize the ten foot pairing of Ogier have left for the evening." There's an amused tone on his voice. "But yes, certainly interesting, these Builders. Princess Elyse and myself had the pleasure of welcoming them to Caemlyn un behalf of the Queen."

Sev smiles to Demonder and Erienna in turn, "And the more graced I am for the saying of it, m'lord.

Jureim says "I am Jureim, son of Mathaer, son of Pedrum."

A warm smile comes to Rennar's lips, "Your name sings in my ears, Jureim, son of Mathaer, son of Pedrum." An impish look almost enters her eyes, their emerald green catching in the light once more. "It would be an honor and a pleasure if you would work on our gates. We can, of course, discuss the fee at anther time. For now, feel welcome within Tiras Lorn, and have some fun." She glances over her shoulder at Demonder and the others surrounding him, "If you will excuse me..." Her voice grows warmer as she speaks, "I must return to my husband now."

Alwyne inclines her head slightly to the prince, her manner somewhat frosty for some reason. "Of course. That is well."

Jureim nods, slowly, looking towards Demonder.

Borric looks at the people everywhere, and then shrugs to himself slightly.

An odd answer to her question, but Aes Sedai have always been too cryptic for Elyse's tastes, her father's Aes Sedai Advisor to the Throne of Clouds included. She remains polite and pleasant in demeanour, her vacant gaze still settling on some distant and unrecognized point ahead of her, "Truly? I was unaware, Alwyne Sedai, that a grove existed there." She lapses into silence at the interchange between Theowyn and Alwyne.

Demonder chuckles, unable to hold back his entertainment over the matter, though as he catches sight of Rennar's approach he does brighten. "Indeed, I will introduce you to my beautiful wife, now that she has settled another matter that required her attendance." Leaning forward, his whisper would be loud enough to be heard by Rennar's approach. "She was responsible for the guest list, you should note, Lady Erienna."

Sev smiles, and moves with Erianna to greet Rennar.

Gise has left.

Enduna has left.

Patreine has left.

Alwyne addresses the young woman. "Yes, there is a grove. Perhaps one day you will visit there yourself."

Having amused himself by merely watching everyone, Turail finally goes out from the great hall. One might assume he is looking for his wife.

Turail walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Turail has left.

Jureim looks about, then mutters to himself, in his loud ogier voice. "I should take a look at the gates."

"A Grove, not a Stedding," Theowyn insures there is no confusion. "The trees remain, but no Ogier live within." The Warder sets his sights on Demonder and his approaching wife. He is always hesistant about escorting Elyse through a larger group of peoeple, but he does consider it. "It is beautiful. And one feels very small at the sights of trees that tall."

Rennar smiles once more at Jureim then moves away from his side and starts back toward her husband. She nods a few greetings to those who come up to her on her way back to Demonder, a polite smile touching her features. "Demonder, it seems as though we might have an Ogier helping out with the problem of the gates." They have been showing some wear lately. She lifts a brow gently as Turail wanders from the group and exits the building, "Duke Roesone not feeling well?" She observes with some worry.

Jureim walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Jureim has left.

Sev says "Rennar, if I might present the lady Erienna Vanderode... M'lady, the High Seat of my House, Rennar.""

Alwyne murmurs, "Indeed."

Elyse doesn't move her head between the direction of the voices of Theowyn and Alwyne, being that they are not across the room, after all, but closer. She nods to the clarification, but adds, "I'm afraid I won't have the pleasure of visiting Tar Valon, Alwyne Sedai. More's the pity," she doesn't seem genuiney upset about it.

"The Duke likely is showing his concern for having his wife leave his side for too long," Demonder notes, a slight teasing warning in his voice before he reacts to her news. "Really? An Ogier aiding us with the gates? How briliant of you, my love." At the introduction Sev mentions, Demonder leans over to Renar. "He failed to properly complement her with the introduction. I should have a few words with your cousin." Demonder's tone is, of course, loud enough to be heard by those immidiately around.

Rennar glances to Sev and looks to Erienna, nodding her head briefly. A warm smile comes to her lips, "Ah, yes. We've been introduced before. The day I was returning from the Palace, there at the Prince's request." She glances briefly to Demonder as she makes mention of that, " You were on the road escorting her home as I was returning."

Sev nods, and says to Demonder, "But had I words to do justice, I beg pardon, I should be acclaimed a poet for sure."

Erienna upon Rennar's approach Erienna again dips into a gracious and elegant curtsey. "Tis a pleasure to meet you again Lady Rennar, your wedding ceremony was breathtakingly beautiful as well as yourself my Lady"

Rennar's smile warms at Erienna's words, "Thank you." A blush actually comes to her cheeks. She places an arm around Demonder's waist in a smooth motion, then glances to him, "I think we should get our first dance over with before the crowds become restless..." She winks at her husband, glancing around at all the mingling couples.

Theowyn watches the Aes Sedai make her departure, and then begins the escort of Elyse to around the rows of chairs and toward Demonder and Rennar. He does take on a predatory sighting of Rennar, one that hints at a hidden purpose he might have for the woman, and likely something that involves her position as heir-apparent. But with a slight nod, he concludes to be good this evening. "Had we considered it further, we could have suggested to Lady Rennar that request the services of your sister for the purposes of musical entertainment. A note for the next event, though I am certain she will come to the Palace by then." Theowyn's voice holds warmth and comfort over the situation.

Speaks up rather quietly, "I have written a small poem in celebration of your wedding My Lady to Lord Demonder if you so wish me to recite?"

"An excellent idea," Demonder chuckles, his own hand moving around the waist of Rennar. "Do enjoy your evening, Lord Sev, Lady Erienna." Demonder is oblivious to the approaching Prince, and gives Rennar chance to react after her words as he begins to lead her toward the dance floor. "And the crowds are not the only that ar erestless..." he manages, though at some other words he turns his head around to the source of the voice.

Sev bows as they go, and says to Erienna, "THen soon we shall have our dance. Oh, here comes the Prince."

Elyse doesn't like the notion of her sister, royalty by blood, even if she has yet to recognize it, performing at any event. And the slight frown expressed on her features indicates that displeasure, though she does not comment one way or another to Theowyn's suggestion as he leads her around toward Rennar and Demonder, not quite certain where he is leading her but trusting him implicitly. As she hears approaching voices, or rather herself approaching those voices, she schools her frown away, striving, instead, for a more calm and serene expression.

Rennar does manage to answer Erienna before she is swept away to the dance floor, "I'd love to hear your poem, Lady Erienna, as soon as we are finished our first dance." Her words sound as though they were a promise. "We shall return." She smiles a bit impishly, then allows Demonder to lead her toward the floor to start their dance.

Erienna smiles warmly at Renna then again dips into a curtsey

Borric looks around and slowly walks over in Sev's direction.

At the mention of the Prince by Sev, Demonder does turn in the direction indicated. He looks between the impish features of his wife and then the approaching Prince. One could almost see the frown on his features that Demonder tries, with some success, to hide. "Prince Theowyn, Princess Elyse," he greets both with a pause, and an appropriate bow. "We were just heading for our first dance."

Sev bows deeply as Theowyn and Elyse approach, getting ready for another round of introductions.

Theowyn could almost feel the strain from Elys eat his selected topic, and finds the distraction of Demonder and Rennar good enough to take both his and Elyse's mind off matters. "Lord Demonder, Lady Rennar. You have met Princess Elyse?" he asks in a brief question, ignoring the notion of their dance for the time being. "Congradulation of your marriage. It is good to see some tradition being followed in House Roesone, even when it comes at the influence of House Hune." The poke is meant more in jest, though a hint of truth rings in the words.

Letting Demonder do the greetings, Rennar keeps on walking to the floor, pulling her husband with her in a determined fashion. That impish look does not lessen any as she grins at her husband. "Aye, our first dance, and a dance I mean not to delay any further." She nods absently to the Prince and Princess, "A pleasure." Her reply to the introductions is rather hasty.

Elyse smiles rather pleasantly, though her thoughts distracting her enough to be apparent. Politely she nods in the direction of their voices, "Indeed. Congratulations." Then lapses back into quiet.

Demonder does, and in a rather hury, escort Rennar toward the dance floor hoping for no more interruptions. They do make it there without a hint of any more interruption, who would after Rennar just hastly parted with the Prince to capture this dance? When their choosen first song begins to play, Demonder's eyes show love and hints of passions as he looks to her, both arms taking in an embrace that settles them for the dance. As he settles into the first notes of the dance, an amused smile comes to him, hinting at some words that he whispers to her ear. He mutters to Rennar, "Perhaps... take... Hall and into... love?"

Theowyn watches the couple make their escpae, shaking his head lightly, and placing the matter behind him. "Lady Rennar seemed eager to dance with her husband," he tells Elyse, half reasoning out the sudden disappearance of the two. "Lord Sev," he greets the other Lord that had been standing with Demonder and Rennar. Theowyn's free hand moves around to the hand of Elyse's that he holds, his fingers briefly brushing against the fabric of her dress in a note of comfort.

Borric looks around, smiling slightly, before he begins to say something to himself. He mutters to himself, "I... the... was... rather... totally, this arrangement... as... Aiel..."

Rennar chuckles warmly at Demonder and shakes her head, reaching a hand up to place it upon his lips, She mutters to Demonder, "... a few dances.... not... rude... our guests,... we?" Smiling eyes gaze upon her husband as her voice takes on a light chiding note. "Besides, I might not want this dance to end." She winks at him, and lays her head on his shoulder in a comfortable manner.

Sev smiles. "Your Highnesses. Have you met the sparkling Ladt Erienna of the Vanderodes?

Elyse nods to acknowledge the Prince's explanation of Rennar and Demonder's rather sudden departure, then tilts her head in the direction of Lord Sev's voice, offering a cordial smile and dip of the head, "Peace favour your sword, Lord Sev," and a heartbeat later, after the introduction to Lady Erienna, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Erienna, I'm sure."

Demonder grins, while his lips lightly brush against Rennar's cheek and go as far to her ear. A few more words are whispered, just to her, and when he lifts he seems pleased. "Then we shall dance all evening, if that is what you wish, my love," he shares while further embracing Rennar into his hold. The song was well choosen, one that does not require much movement, as this young couple seems in no rush in their dance.

Blue eyes blink at Sev's introduction of Erienna to the Prince and Princess, she immediately without thinking dips into a flowing and regal curtsey. Her eyes lower at once in reverence to the Prince, she is too nervous to even utter a word. Her small, dainty hands lay smoothing across the satin of her gown waiting to rise and only then with permisson by Theowyn

Borric looks around, and slowly moves in the direction of the large group, smiling to himself as he's walking.

Rushing is definitely not a thing Rennar wants to do, for that may bring her to the attention of the Prince once more, and her personal agenda is to stay out of his attention. "Mmm... well, perhaps we could leave after this dance." She speaks to her husband, her eyes holding a teasing note. "We can arrange for the servants to bring the gifts and things to wherever it is we are going, and open them together?"

Theowyn's features lighten as they turn from Sev to Erienna. "A pleasure, Lady Erienna. Light Illume." Those blue eyes look to the dance floor, pondering that troublesome heir-apparent and her husband. But he finally shakes his head clear of any thoughts, and focuses on the discussion at hand. "Princess Elyse is living within the Palace during her stay in Caemlyn. We are eager to see her stay with us for some time yet." Theowyn's words hint at more, and show the hint of fondness he holds for Elyse.

Sev says "Now, Highness, when the bride and groom have had the first dance, and with luck, more of this assemblage will see fit to join us in their honour, yes?""

"Is that not what I suggested?" Demonder wonders with a brief smirk. He does place a hinting kiss on Rennar's lips, leading their dance in the slow swaying motions of their bodies. "Though an excellent idea, all the same, my love," he agrees, unable to hold back the chuckle, as he is certain she will point out that is not exactly what Demonder had suggested. The arm around her shoulders departs just long enough so that he may trace her cheek with the softness of his touch. "I would enjoy that. On our wedding day, my love, we can be excused for anything we wish. Our guests can continue on with their celebrations, and leave us to eachother and the fondness of their gifts."

Elyse smiles, the dark clouds lifting a bit from Elyse's expression at the hint of Theowyn's fondness for her, and she replies amiably, "Kandor thanks Andor for its wonderful hospitality, as do I. Though I only wish to linger to the point where my stay would be an imposition, Prince Theowyn," her tone seems mildly teasing, and then she tilts her head a bit to better receive Sev's suggestion, the pleasant smile remaining, but she doesn't reply, thinking the suggestion was meant for the Prince and not herself.

Borric finally makes it over to the big group, standing a little while away from it. He studies Theowyn for a moment, before shrugging to himself.

Rennar mmms softly at Demonder, her eyes moving away from him briefly to examine the guests of Hune, "Perhaps we should make our escape now, while all the others are pre-occupied with the Prince and his escort?" It is a teasing suggestion.

Demonder holds back a chuckle, insuring it will not give them away, as he takes Rennar into a more dramatic dance, one that shows more swinging and such. One that elegantly swings them near the doors of the Grand Hall, and while he spares a glance to their guests, he does decide to end the dance and rush the rest of their escape. The carriage, after-all, is not far. "Excellent idea..." his voice trails, giving Rennar all the credit, of course.

Sev is making ready to bring Erienna to the dance floor, once REnnar And Demonder finish their first dance alone.

Sev raises another cavalcade of applause as the newlyweds make their escape.

Erienna looks up at Sev feeling a little out of place but then smiles as the newlyweds take their leave

A warm chuckle can be heard, not as low as Demonder's and not as hidden. Amusement touches Rennar's eye as he all but drags her off toward the doors; though she is not unwilling in going with him, not by any means. This is almost like one grand adventure for her, "You are encouragable." She exclaims, a decided note touching her voice as she moves with him easily.

"The Princess and I have practised the dance just for this occassion," Theowyn announces with a smile showing, as he sways Elyse a touch in teasing. The humor still holds in his voice, when he turns to Elyse and notes further. "And as far as impositions go, the Princess is far too kind to provide herself with her own servants and guards. I fear she is no imposition whatsoever, and I have the benefit of her pleasant company." Theowyn shows that broadening smile. "Why, I fear the King will not be e fortunate to have his daughter returned to him anytime soon." The playful note is clear.

Sev smiles, and raises a hand for Erienna to take, preparign to sidestep out onto the floor with the other partygoers as the band strikes up its tune.

Borric looks at Theowyn, before blinking slightly, He mutters to himself, "... I met him... another..." he asks himself.

Demonder is pleased at the name calling he receives from his wife. Encouragable indeed. Seeing that there surprise departure has been foiled by the curious eyes of others following them, he does turn enough to produce a bow before literally dragging his wife away with one arm around her waist. She'd be lucky to have a few feet touch the ground as they move away. Laughter follows.

Demonder walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Demonder has left.

Rennar walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Rennar has left.

Erienna moves along the dance floor as Sev leads her forth

Elyse starts at the sudden applause, all too near, and not having any notion as to what is being applauded. But she recovers in but a moment, smiling in the direction of Theowyn's voice, and his sentiments. Then she gives another start, visible, the smile fading and her cheeks flushing, "A dance, Prince Theowyn," she seems nervous for obvious reasons, "Oh, I don't think . . . I mean to say that I am honoured, of course, but . . . with all due respects, I . . . " she frowns and blushes all the more at how flustered she is in front of such company, "Perhaps another time and opportunity to dance might be better. After all, my Prince, I do not wish to draw attention from the bride and groom with my awkward footing, especially since I am unfamiliar with the steps," especially since she is blind, but doesn't say so much.

Dinara has left.

Sev bows to Erienna, formally, and begins an apropriate courtly dance.

Borric looks around, and as the others dances, he sits down in a chair near the Dance-floor.

Erienna allows Sev to lead her into the dance, her small hand placed in his as he guides her across the floor.

Sev dances with Erienna among the others that have taken the floor as the bride and groom finished the first dance and made their exit.

Borric is seated in a chair near where people are dancing, and at times he still keeps on glancing around the room.

Theowyn watches the other couple make their departure, and now his attentions more fully turning on the Princess. "All those wonderful excuses, my Princess... especially when Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar Roesone," he makes the mistake of not using the name Rennar would prefer, would would insure her Hune is not replaced. "They have already departed for the evening. The young newlyweds eager to be off, it seems." Theowyn watches as the gifts begin to be taken away from the table provided for them, and he slowly begins to pull Elyse into a slight embrace.

Reslaric had been watching matters of this evening unfold from a good watchful location, though he had the entertainment of a few nobles and such that wished to address the advisor from House Roesone. Reslaric does settle for a slight nod to a few, before beginning to make his own escape.

The slight nervous expression remains as Elyse hears Theowyn out, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration on his voice above all the other chatter and music, and then, as he draws her nearer, appropriately or not, she does not resist, and the nervousness subsides, that charming smile returning as she is more fully taken into his embrace.

Erienna just glides across the dance floor as Sev holds her in a most proper dancing embrace. Her blue eyes look up to his face with a most charming smile

Sev smiles down to her. "I must say you look absolutely ravishing this evening, m'lady."

Borric looks around the room again, then, before saying to himself, "That part is over, I think." Certainly a very odd comment, but then again Borric might have done some odd things throughout the last five years.

Alwyne gazes around the room, her watchful eye perhaps lingering for a moment on Theowyn and Elyse. She then makes her way across the room, pausing as she passes Reslaric.

It is not a dance, really, as doing such with a blind Princess can prove to be dangerous. But Theowyn does hold her within an embrace that would only be appropriate for husband and wife, and even that less so. It is necessary, though, to lead her appropriately, and the motions of their bodies are a light sweeping and with very little swing. Theowyn's hand goes to Elyse's cheek, his own feet barely moving from the ground as he leads this dance so near to the altar where a couple was recently married. "One dance, and then we too will make our departure." He did mention that matter of business, and so his voice actually holds disappointment.

Reslaric's observation skills are good to say the least, and even when Alwyne passes just by he nearly instantly takes notice of the ring on her finger, that of an Aes Sedai. He pauses then, bowing slightly in respect, though saying nothing else as he briefly eyes the exit.

Alwyne inclines her head slightly, her sharp eyes noticing the man's glance towards the exit. "If I am interfering with your leavetaking..." Her words say one thing, her tone suggests that of course she isn't.

"I . . . " she falters, her feet misstepping drastically, probably treading on Theowyn's much too frequently. Her blush deepens and she lowers her head, even with Theowyn's hand on her cheek. Her body seems so tense, its likely doing her more detriment than benefit. Perhaps if she could relax and permit Theowyn to more or less carry her through the steps, she wouldn't look or feel so awkward. But trust seems to be an issue--no matter how much she wants to, she cannot bring herself to let go so easily--at least not yet. "I'm sorry," she murmurs to Theowyn, with sincere shame in her tone.

Borric looks around the room, his eyes pausing slightly at Alwyne and Reslaric, before continuing.

Theowyn shakes his head, as the dance slows, though the caress on her cheek does not. He guides Elyse into a kiss, though the Prince saves some appropriate mannerism by placing it on her cheek. "There is nothing to apologize for, Princess." The reassurance is within his voice, as is the fondness. The reluctance doesn't show until he begins to move away, though the arm around her waist not departing. "Shall we make our departure, then?"

"Not directly," Reslaric responds, frowning a little at catching the attentions of the Aes Sedai. "Unless you intend on offering pleasant conversation that will encourage me to stay?" he suggests with a hinting grin. The man looks in good shape for his age, though mid forties would still be a good guess at his years. "Lady?"

Elyse nods gently, though she still appears embarrassed. She shows no resistance to the caress that Theowyn places on her cheek, her manner suitably subdued at what she suspects was rather a foolish display on her part, "Yes, please," she murmurs, barely above a whisper. She doesn't seem too terribly reassured, despite Theowyn's valiant attempt.

Alwyne responds, "Alwyne Sedai, if you please. I saw you the other night, I believe, in the palace...though you were not introduced to me then...?" Again her tone suggests, asking for a name.

"Practise will show us better," Theowyn whispers to her ear before beginning to lead the way toward their own departure. Admittedly, no dancing will be involved with this departure, though Theowyn's arm is nicely snugged around Elyse's waist as they head for the doors.

Elyse is easily and gratefully lead away by Theowyn before she can embarrass herself further.

Borric looks at Alwyne as he finally realizes that she's an Aes Sedai. One of them here? The second he can be sure to have met since returning to Caemlyn, and the last one wanted silence about it. This could make Borric curious, but again he tells himself that he's finished with that part f his life.

"Ah yes," Reslaric notes in a hint of memory. "You were not so obviously adourned with jewelry of the Tower then," Reslaric makes that somewhat amusing comment, "Alwyne Sedai. I am Advisor Reslaric Syravin Ziraac of House Roesone," Reslaric responds, pondering the exit once more before settling on the conversation with Alwyne.