(1866-11-14) Queen Takes Knight - The Wedding Feast
Queen Takes Knight - The Wedding Feast
Summary: The Royal Wedding Feast of Queen Alysande and her new husband, King Jaren.
Date: 1866-11-14
Related: Queen Takes Knight - The Parade and Queen Takes Knight - Wedded
Players:
Adrienne  Aidric  Alina  Alysande  Ania  Artos  Bartolo  Bella  Broderick  Clara  Darman  Dawn  Destrian  Elaida  Elrick  Emilia  Eva  Gabriel  Gawain  Ghazi  Giorgio  Graham  Gwendolyn  Hashim  Jaren  Jean-Paul  Johanna  Joffrey  Jordan  Kabede  Leander  Louisa  Marcel  Martyn  Michael  Quentyn  Raelyn  Raimond  Rashad  Rosana  Samwell  Samuel  Stephen  Thaddeus  Tristan  

Main Hall - Sunsreach Castle - Rivana
The Main Hall of Sunsreach Castle is a large, sprawling banquet hall setup for formal occasions and the business of the kingdom. Large spinnerets go up to the heavens, and intricate stained glass patterns are mixed over with numerous banners showing the houses and duchies of the kingdom. Large windows allow the sun to come in and shine off the stained glass, architecturally designed to have te sun focus upon various banners depending on the time of day to be moving clock that follows throughout the year. The main banquet table is long, with the rulers designed to sit at one end of it, and various other places set aside for visiting nobles, knights, church officials, or those whom the rules do business with. It is setup quite efficiently so that the servants can move back and forth quickly with ease of access to the kitchens. The minarets are setup to use the high ceiling as almost an amphitheatre, and are designed to maximize the acoustics, and many a bard has fashioned a breathtaking performance within here.
1866-11-14

With the wedding of Alysande Tracano and Jaren Cassomir concluded, events shifted to Sunsreach Palace. The meantime has been spent by most of the guests in a state of relaxed leisure and idle socializing, though some did depart for their manses to change into clothing better suited for feasting and dancing (not least of which being Jaren, shifting from the champion's armor to the lancer black it his his privilege and honor to wear, only now for the first time bearing the armband that marks him as part of House Tracano rather than Cassomir). Many have been arriving over the several hours between the wedding and the feast, and the servants of Sunsreach Palace have diligently seen to their needs, along with a dozen and a half courtesans from the Sunsreach Academy, doing their best to keep everyone entertained and in high spirits.

Then the time came for the feast itself, and as might well be expected the repast was every bit as extravagant and sumptuous as one could imagine. Wedding Wine and Tracano Red flow in abundance, along with a smattering of other wines from across the Edge (though perhaps as a bit of a tongue-in-cheek rebuke…no Couvieri wedding wine), and plenty of spirits, ales, and beers for those that might have a taste for stronger or more earthy libations. At the main table, a pair of (well-preserved) bottles of 150-year old Tracano Red are opened and shared between the royals present, though once those are gone they'll have to settle for merely 80 year old bottles (though equally well-preserved). The horror!

As far as foodstuffs, virtually every delicacy one might imagine can be found, «someone insert a paragraph of Food Porn here, because the scene-setter is not so good at Food Porn. Pizza and beer for everyone!».

Now, in all truth, the "feasting" portion of the night has largely come to a close, and what remains to sup upon are largely finger-foods (which are quite prized in Rivana, where it is popular to "dine lightly" through much of the day with moderate-to-large meals at breakfast and dinner) and desserts of varying richness, though the beverages certainly keep flowing freely. A large dance floor is cleared, and a robust ensemble of musicians takes up a position to play music suitable for dancing. As is traditional in Rivana, Jaren and Alysande begin the next phase of the festivities with their first dance as a wedded couple, but it seems there is indeed a bit of a twist to that particular proceeding. The first dance is indeed a typical, traditional, fairly staid affair, but as it comes to a close, Princess Clara gives a subtle signal with a wave of a hand, and the original ensemble lowers their instruments as the song comes to a close. A much smaller group comes out, clad in the same new-looking Tracano livery that the Goldhollow Foreman wore in the wedding ceremony, and bearing instruments far more common to rural villages than royal courts: Guitarras rather than lutes, castanents rather than drums…and so on. It's only four men and one woman, and all save one of the men look to have quite a few years on them, and all bear the roughened features of hardworking peasants.

Alysande actually looks a bit perplexed for a moment, but Jaren leans over and murmurs something to her, gesturing in the direction of the new players. Alysande looks at them more closely, and a hand briefly covers her mouth as recognition dawns in her eyes, soon to be followed by the beginnings of joyfully surprised tears. Jaren briefly looks back towards Clara, giving her a nod and a smile, before murmuring to Alysande, who throws her arms around him and kisses him quite unabashedly, before he offers her a handkerchief with which to dab away the tears, and she nods, smiling at him as they take up the beginnings of…another type of dance altogether.

The peasant music and more so the accompanying dances of Rivana are renowned, or perhaps infamous, for lively steps and movements, driving rhythm, and an earthy sensuality that borders on being scandalous. They are an openly emotional and passionate affair, reflecting in their own way the spirit commonly ascribed to the people of Rivana. While it is something of an open secret that a great many nobles in Rivana are quite familiar with such dances, it is rarely acknowledged so publicly, much less in the midst of a formal affair of state (even a celebratory one), but Alysande Tracano has never been one not to forge her own path in things, and it seems this evening is no exception to that. While the players who take up the music might have been Jaren's own little surprise for his queen and now-wife, it is rapidly clear that the dance that follows is anything less than well-prepared and even rehearsed…but that doesn't make the emotion unfolding on the dance floor any less sincere. Quite the contrary…there's a familiarity in the steps for both of them…this is a dance they've shared before. Ten years ago in a small village, during a summer solstice celebration in the midst of the Succession War, to be precise. An evening that quietly and irrevocably changed both of their lives (for the better, in the long run). The steps are more practiced now than they were then, but the feelings behind them look to be evergreen. It's quite clear to whoever may be watching that not only are the both of them highly skilled dancers…but that they're also greatly enjoying themselves, both for the dance itself and for the humor of the not-so-subtle turning of convention on its' ear. It's quite a spectacle really, all the more so for the venue it's being performed in. After a few minutes though, it does conclude, and the pair moves over to briefly acknowledge the musicians (who are in fact, the very same who performed for them all those years ago, or close relatives or descendants of them, as the case may be), before the dance floor opens to all, and the dancing and snacking and socializing portion of the evening begins in earnest.

And what a cast to choose from…a virtual who's who of the Edge is now seated in this great hall, and even a contingent of Alhazred envoys, distinguishable by their vibrant colors, save for one clad in simple blacks, rumored to be no less than a Prophet of the Alhazredi church. The leader of the Alhazredi delegation, however, sits at the Royal table along with her husband, and seem to be conversing easily enough, for the moment, with Princess Johanna Tracano. Despite standing out, the Alhazredi don't seem uncomfortable for it. There's also a table bearing several Councilors of Pacitta, and their Chancellor, who despite being seated far from the Royal Table, seems altogether pleased to be here, even with the Vice Chancellor enjoying a seat near the royals, thanks to his daughter's betrothal. And all this says nothing of the Dukes, Duchesses, and multitude of heirs from both sides of the Couviere/Rivana border in attendance, though in the case of the Couvieri, it seems the Dukes and Duchesses have sent their children rather than themselves (this is not at all any sort of snub or breach in protocol, to be clear). In any case, now the real fun begins….

—-

Lord Joffrey t'Synclarre is seated at the same table as many of those representing the Duchy of Murnord, including the Ducal heir Lord Michael l'Corren and his wife Lady Bella. Of course, the main reason for this particular honor, or even his own presence here at all is his lovely wife Lady Gwendolyn, who happens to be the sister of that same Ducal heir. Joffrey and Gwen have generally been carrying on pleasant conversation and enjoying the atmosphere of the feast for much of the evening, and when the new Royal Couple put on their little show on the dance floor, both of them are clearly both amused and impressed, applauding lightly along with many others when the dance completes. Still, after a few moments, Gwendolyn whispers something in Joffrey's ear, and he glances to her with a touch of concern that's met with a reassuring smile and slight shake of his wife's head. She rises from her chair, placing a hand upon her belly, which is now well into the stages of beginning to show the child growing within, and moves off for a breath of fresh air to quell a mildly upset stomach, leaving Joffrey at the table for now. He glances towards Sir Elrick, seated not far from him, and grins just a touch, before speaking, "I can't quite say what I was expecting when I travelled down here, but I think whatever that expectation was, it's been well and truly exceeded. Our hosts have put on quite a show, I'd say." He glances about, taking in the room and noting, "From what I've heard, the Tracano once had quite the reputation for their celebrations and parties. I can see why."

—-

The ceremony was fine, the feast splendid, or that's Broderick's take on the day anyway. Bedecked in the lavish green and gold of his house he is not going out of his way to be modest, or retiring in appearance. Freshly shaved, and with a new, precise haircut h eooks every bit a solid, respectable man. With no wife on his arm he is instead accompained by a young teenager who is himself sporting the rarely seen colours of House Sorez. Mingling slowly as the first dance(s) come to an end his eyes roam the crowd fist for familiar faces, and second to see if he might not be able to steal a moment with his regal cousin.

—-

Lady Dawn of Bazan has taken a seat over at the table. WIth family, with friends, tonight is an evening of celebration. She sits back, watching up and listening to the music that starts the feast, her eyes looking throughout the crowd then, at the attendees present, at the people from throughout all of the known world. Her lips gentlyquirk upwards in a smile as she just is content for now to talk with friends and family and to those present. Wearing a simple but formal gown colored in silks and in the colors of Bazan, Dawn's outfit is very quiet and subdued, which fits her as far as she minds as she looks at things and peoplehere on this night of rejoicing.

—-

Aidric grins broadly at Clara's little allusion to the past of Rivana's Queen and her new husband. Having spent these last months delving into the story of their romance, the significance is not lost on him and he raises his cup to Clara in salute when she looks his way, mouthing "Well done." A sip of wine follows before he turns to exchange a few words with his family, who look mildly scandalized by the peasant music being played at a royal occasion, explaining it all. Though as he moves to depart those close enough to hear might catch his parting remark to his father as he backs away to join the festivities, "Welcome to the new Rivana." Then, he's off prowling the edge of the dance floor saying hello to this noble or that noble, clearly enjoying himself.

—-

Being one of the newly raised houses of Rivana, the contingent of House Giraldi is seated well away from the Royal Table, and likely their presence here is as much due to their relation to Duke Darren Haldis as anything else. Truly, in the eyes of many they are little more than commoners who either lucked into their current position or somehow seized it through nefarious means (depending on who you ask), and yet…here they are, in the presence of a great many other nobles, and many of them are seated just as far from the Royal table as they are.

As if to add salt to the wound, once the festivities settle into the more informal part of the evening, Lord Raimond Giraldi, who recently gained some notoriety after a strong performance at the last Circuit Tourney, beckons over not some other noble, but rather one of the contingent from Pacitta. Specifically Councilor Samwell Marchette. He grins towards the other man with considerable familiarity, gesturing for him to take an empty seat near him. "Well Sam, what do you think?" He gestures broadly, indicating the room, "Living the good life, eh?"

—-

The dancing has Bella's attention almost at once and Michael is nearly yanked from his seat by his young wife as she makes for the dance floor, "They certainly seem to," Michael says in passing to Joffrey before he and his wife take to the floor joining in the celebration.
Raelyn has arrived.

—-

Food had been had, Emilia having sat where ever she had been so directed in the course of things, as a mainline Cassomir. She had done her part in partaking in the idle chatter at the table, though been more than content to let most other carry the ocnversation with adding only a word or two when required, if a nod of the head did not suffice. The first dance watched, and if it were even possible, the second part drew an even more stoic look and her eyes drifting away from the display put forth upon the dance floor by the newly married pair. When there is a round of clapping for it, Emilia does bring her hands together to add to the applause. Though she is taking leave of her table after as others begin to rise and make for the dance floor, yet that is not where she aims to go herself. More the fringes of the banquet itself, a place she was used to. The young woman yet within the splendid Cassomir blue dress seen earlier by many at the wedding (see desc if desired).

—-

Adrienne has been seated with the other lower branch Cassomirs during the meal, she obviously in good spirits despite the fact that she once again has had to submit to the requirement of wearing a dress. The one she wears a quite impressive affair of wine red fabric, embroidered with vines in a silver thread, and tiny tulip like flowers in a shade of crimson, joined with black samite that mostly covers the sides and back and the upper portion of the dagged sleeves. A necklace of silver complements the dress, sitting below the collarbone, a chain of a floral theme that somehow echoes the pattern on the gown, while her dark brown hair has been mostly left to fall freely about her shoulders and beyond, with the exception of a few strands of hair that have been braided and laid out in two circles about the upper part of her head, held in place with hair pins of silver there, the ends tied at the back of her head with a ribbon in the same wine red color.

The spectacle of the shared dance of Royal bride and groom Adrienne has observed with cheerful attentiveness, supplying one or the other comment to any who was standing in her vicinity. A smile is offered to Clara Tracano should she catch her gaze, then a glance shared with Emilia as Adrienne follows along to the side of the dancefloor in a casual stroll, green eyes darting here and there.

—-

Among the few commoners in the room, Samwell is enjoying himself thoroughly in the festivities. The invitation from Raimond is heard and Samwell laughs and takes his cup with him as he fills the empty seat. "It is a wedding, and everybody loves a wedding. The Tracanos do not disappoint by any measure, in this case. What about you? What have you been up to?"

—-

Dawn lightly and almost quietly hums along to the music then, watching about so many people - nobles, royalty, everyone of importance. She is content to just smile and watch then, her face lightly crinkled upwards then as she almost subconsciously moves her fingers over in a quiet beat as she listens to the music and watches as many of those congregating as she can. Looking over at the dance floor.

—-

Having been one of the more quiet people present, Samuel is finishing his meal as he watches the merriment. Leaning back a bit as he does, he smiles at the various people, watching them a bit thoughtfully. Taking another sip of wine too.

—-

Darman is among (indeed, likely lost among, for lack of particular notoriety) the wide variety of visiting Couvieri nobles familiarizing themselves with local custom, and while he seems about as out-of-water as most, he also looks to be enjoying it quite thoroughly. A lack of more familiar wines is obviously more than made up for by the variety and novelty of the local offerings, and when the royal couple starts their unusual second dance, he seems well entertained by it, a foot idly tapping along the rhythm once he picks it up, and offering some light applause when it is done. "Well, that was quite something, wasn't it?" he will ask of whoever randomly happens to be standing nearest to him, or just of the nearby crowd in general. "One of those 'secret' dances? Now probably among the worst kept secrets in history, after being put on display in that fashion. But I do like it. Quite passionate." Looking around, one could imagine him sizing up local Rivanian women to try and ask for a lesson in these 'secret' steps, although that same glance may linger just briefly on the Giraldi-Marchette rendezvous.

—-

Sitting at the table of the main Cassomir line with Emilia, and also with Stephen Greycen, Raelyn watches the first dance, murmuring a few quiet words to Stephen that go unheard by anyone else, before glancing to her sister. Emilia gets a brief smile, despite the stoic look that the youngest of the Cassomir line puts on. She, too, smiles at Clara once the Princess' gaze wanders her way, and seems mostly content with how things are going. Which is quite splendidly as far as she's concerned.

—-

Raimond grins towards Samwell and pours him a cup of Tracano Red, emptying the bottle that rests on the table and beckoning for another. "Learning to navigate the Court of Rivana. Quite a bit different from Pacitta, but the same in some ways, as well. Though certainly a lot less screaming and open threats of violence." Raimond's expression takes a turn for the ruefully humored, as both men are well-aware of the…divisive…politics of Pacitta's Councils, both High and Low. "How was your journey? I almost expected to see your father here, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad he sent you along in his stead."

—-

As one might expect two people who are each walking the edge of the dance floor might run into one another and sure enough that is what happens with Aidric and Adrienne. Almost literally, as Aidric nearly walks into the huntress. Though he steps from her path at the last moment offering a mirthful smile and an appreciative gaze before teasing, "Forgive me my lady, have you perchance seen a huntress around? You know, those savage women who have spend all their time in the woods," he sniffs. "Quite unlike us civilized people."

—-

Gawain had been seated at.. whatever table he might have been assigned at, but with the floor opening and things starting in earnest, the squire rises up and starts to make his way towards the dance floor, letting a bit of a smile come to his lips as he looks across the various lords, ladies and others starting to mill and chat about.

—-

Graham has stuck close with his family as per usual. He's dressed finely of course perhaps more so than many have seen him do before. He's all cleaned up and set for a nice evening. The royal wedding of course is a grand affair and the ceremony itself now transitioning into the first dance and all that going on. "This is all so unreal, but wonderful."

—-

Keen dark eyes watch the festivities from the grinning, bearded visage of Sir Destrian Rosendal, seated at his table and dressed in a fine tunic of dark purple. Although fostered by the Cassomirs, the knight sits with his birth family - at least those who were able to make the wedding and reception. Leaning over to whisper something to his brother, Baron Addam Rosendal, Destrian raises a glass of wine to his lips and scans the crowd.

Upon spotting his foster sisters, he lifts his wine-glass in a gesture of greeting and his smile
broadens.

—-

There is a slight tug at the corners of Emilia's lips as Realyn offers that smile to her, some effort made to return such…in Emilia's way. The quiet look is returned to Adrienne, a small incline of Emilia's head given as well to her cousin. The young woman slowly weaving her way to that edge of the throng of people. Her movements coming with that ethereal grace, perhaps a thing showing though a hint more with the gown worn. A small word or acknowledgement of her head given to those who might greet her in her movement…being the new King's sister, it was by and far more than would normally bother to spare a word. It also seems to have her rethinking her attempt to escape…perhaps it was safer to actually /stay/ at the table.

—-

"Ha!" Samwell laughs and takes a drink from the cup, "You have become boring since your ennoblement." He thinks and shrugs, "It went well enough, the usual gate travel problems. And Father has his own business to attend to, not that I am complaining by any measurement. How have you been spending your time, then? Just lounging about at court?"

—-

Lady Eva t'Acuto can be found in the company of her family for the earlier part of this celebration. Dressed in a fine silk gown of silver with black and white lace trim (the t'Acuto House colors), the younger of Baron t'Acuto's daughters looks mostly pleased by the festivities at hand, even if the more scandalous of dances forces her to straighten her own posture as her lips gently purse in very subtle disapproval, discomforted by it all. Still, it is the Rivana way, she supposes and the celebration has been lovely so far. After exchanging a few words with her mother, chatting about the decor and the interesting foreign dishes that were served, her bright eyes lift to scan the room for familiar faces. Perhaps hoping to find another friendly Couvieri courtier to gossip with.

—-

Their lively dance concluded, Jaren and Alysande make their way back to the Royal table (Well, Royal plus immediate members of the Cassomir family), where Jaren pauses to place a peck on Raelyn's cheek and murmur a promise of a dance in a bit. Alysande passes by several of those assembled with pleasantries and good-natured humor at the display, lingering a bit longer beside The Shahzedeh Rosana Behzadi and her husband, who both seemed quite impressed with the dance. There are smiles and laughter, and then Alysande and Jaren resume their seats even as others begin to wander from the Royal table, whether for dancing or socializing. King Jean-Paul and Queen Louisa make their own way to begin chatting with the Alhazred royals (imperials?), and for a moment, it looks like Jaren and Alysande get a few breaths of peace. Though that's certain not to last too long.

—-

Adrienne smiles when she catches Destrian's greeting from afar, and in lack of any goblet in her hand to raise in a likewise toast she merely inclines her head in his direction, green eyes glinting with recognition in her freckled face. Then there is a familiar squire and kin to Destrian that draws her attention, her head tilting slightly to the side, her smile deepening as she takes in his attire - when she almost stumbles into a certain Aidric Carling. Her smile dims ever so slightly, and her eyes narrow despite the amusement that twinkles within them. "I wish I could help you there, Sir, but why should you seek such a savage? Are you planning to assault her with your feet, to drive her back to the woods from whence she came?", the freckled Cassomir Huntress intones with a raised brow.

—-

"Yes well, nobility and responsibility both go hand in hand. And end in "-bility."" Raimond replies to Samwell with a smirk, "But no…not lounging. Making friends and allies…or trying to, at least. Sometimes pleasant work…sometimes not so much, as you're no doubt well aware." He takes a sip from his own winecup, "Progress has been slow, but I take that down more to the wedding consuming everyone's attention. Perhaps the winds will change, now, and hopefully for a more favorable direction ."

—-

Aidric snorts at her retort his smile dimming not a bit, "I thought I might actually dance with one this time, as assaulting their feet has not been the most effective of tactics," he remarks. "Though as there doesn't seem to be any around, perhaps you'd dance with me instead?" he offers.

—-

Still with half an eye on the newlyweds, waitings for an opportunity, Broderick spends a few minutes pointing out the great and the good of the kingdoms to his young squire, or at least, those he himself knows by face. Introductions to a few will likely happen at some point, but first there are other things to see to. His aunt is spotted, as is Destrian, but more importantly, there's that window of opportunity with the Queen. His next move is one he's rehearsed in his head often enough, moving over to where the pair are seated he offers the pair a bow, going just slightly deeper to Alysande giving she is monarch. "Your Majesties," he starts, going with both respectful and traditional, "I hope you have enjoyed this day as much as your guests, and trust that the One will spend you many more as joyus. I would however, if you are so inclined, introduce my squire, Lord Andrew Sorez, who has a gift he wishes to present to yourselves on this day."

—-

Catching the movement from Destrian, that lift of his wine glass, Emilia inclines her head towards him. A minor tugging at the corners of her lips given. Though it also gives her a new direction to go in. Though before she manages to go to fair, she is crossing paths with Gawain who had not long since departed from the table. Offering a bow of her head to him as she offers greeting,"Lord of Gawain, I hope you have been of enjoying of the evening."

—-

Draining the rest of his wine, Samuel gets to his feet a bit slowly. Seemingly realizing he hasn't been very social so far, he looks around, trying to figure out where to go. Shaking his head a little, he just moves a bit away from the table, waiting to see where he'll end up.

—-

Dawn gives a light nod of acknowledgement over to her nephew as she catches him going through the crowd then, but it is somewhat quick then as she returns her attention to sweeping through and looking throughout the rest of the crowd. Dawn is content to just sit and watch then, looking at faces, familiar and not, just enjoying the revelry and quietly sipping over at her wine.

—-

"I see, and understand," Samwell takes another drink, "Though it cannot be /that/ bad. You do not have to wrangle with the old group of people, or deal with Mancini. I earn my keep, thank you very much!" He grins and laughs, "But yes, yes. Try not to make any enemies, it's busy enough getting allies let alone dealing with enemies."

—-

Darman spends another moment or two idling about and perhaps not even terribly subtly eavesdropping on the Pacittan pair. But that seems to lose his interest soon enough, and with no large family contingent here with him as many of the local guests are able to boast, he takes to wandering the edges of the dance floor like some of the other more shiftless sorts. Catching sight of Aidric 'bothering' some as of yet unfamiliar lady, he slinks up behind him and clears his throat. "Hmm, it certainly is hard being a foreign noble visiting an unfamiliar court for such a grand a celebration as this. If only I had befriended one of their ilk, who might help me make some introductions… if he was not too busy chasing gowns already!"

—-

Thaddeus has taken to the festivities like a duck to water. A child of the court and a good friend of both parties, he is in his element and enjoying every moment of it. A cup in hand, Thad is speaking to some nobles from Seaguard, but is surprisingly in a good mood, despite having to deal with business. Artos, on the other hand, is as bit as stony as his expression, sticking to his table and his barely-touched wine.

—-

Michael and Bella conclude their dance and after a brief smile and a kiss part ways for some mingling. Spotting a familiar face from Rovilon, Michael makes his way towards where she sits, "Eva," he greets warmly before bowing to her mother as well, "Baroness. Good to see some of our court here in the south."

—-

Adrienne inclines her head to Aidric's words. "Not the most effective of tactics, I would agree with you there," she allows. "Though… if I get you right, you are asking me to act as replacement for a savage?" She chuckles. "You are lucky though, that this here…" her hand makes an all encompassing gesture of her apparel, "is merely a Huntress in disguise, so I won't take any offence in your remark, and I'll accept your offer… with the caution that seems well advised from previous experience."

—-

"Lady Emilia!" Gawain says with a smile at the woman, "I've been enjoying it quite well, infact, how about you?" He asks, casting a bit of a glance towards Aidric and Adrienne, grinning just a bit more before looking back at Emilia, "Would you care to dance, M'lady?" he asks, "It seems the thing to do at these sorts of festivities, afterall!"

—-

Tristan sits at the table with the other royals and dignitaries, seated next to his betrothed, Lady Elaida Toulan. So far he has done very little speaking, as he has felt the need to listen to the others around him. Still he has had his share of fine wine and after a bit of murmuring to the young woman who is seated next to him, he smiles and stands up, offering her his hand.

The pair make their way to the dance floor, where Tristan hands his cane off to a servant before waiting for the music to start up once again. When it does, he leads Elaida in a far more restrained dance, preferring to spend the time murmuring things into her ear. Whatever he's saying, it is causing her to blush.

—-

Raelyn, on the other hand, decides to play nice and greet some people she doesn't know, instead of associating with those that she more oft sees. Departing from Stephen with a few words, she makes her way towards some of those from further North, inclining her head to Michael as well as those he is speaking with. "Welcome to Sunsreach," she greets. "I do hope you are enjoying yourselves with all we have to offer?" She smiles, warmly. "Lady," Pause. Jaren's married, now. She clears her throat, "Viscountess Raelyn Cassomir. A pleasure." Briefly, her eyes glance towards the man asking her sister to dance. And, the … man … asking her cousin to dance.

—-

Dawn lets her eyes wander the room then, finishing her wine then and putting the goblet over to the side. SHe carefully rises them from her chair then, to get a better vantage point from which to watch the comings and goings throughout the room then, otherwise watching people go by and by, enjoying being around so many cheerful people as she identifies the nobles from where.

—-

Seated at the Royal table, the princess Clara hasn't said much in the way of socialization for the evening. At least, for the moment. She had been giving hand gestures and cues during the feast, keeping the event running smoothly without detracted from the newlyweds. However…at this moment, it seems that things are well and truly at hand. And…with that, Clara rises from her seat, taking a sip from her rose crystal goblet before she leaves the safety of the table. After all, there are guests to greet.

—-

Jaren and Alysande both turn their attention to Broderick, looking a touch surprised, but likely enjoying the day too much to feel any ill towards the gesture, even if gift-giving was largely handled in between the wedding and feast. It's not exactly a breach in decorum, and no doubt others will have waited to make their gifts known later.

"Lord Broderick." Jaren greets succinctly but not tersely, offering the main a faint smile, while Alysande's is more open, though perhaps a touch more on the practiced side than the entirely genuine, "Cousin…you needn't have done so, but we are grateful for your consideration nonetheless." She looks now to the young Sorez and nods, "By all means, Lord Andrew, you may approach." She does at least look curious.

—-

In her new vantage point, Lady Dawn suddenly feels a hand on her shoulder. A hand bearing a black gauntlet, attached to a black suit of armor, worn by none other than her son, the Royal Lancer Lord Quentyn Bazan. Who leans down and does give Dawn a brief peck on the cheek, even if there's a certain distance to his tone and expression, though his words do not carry any bitterness or venom when he speaks:

"Mother. I'm glad to see you here, and I hope you're enjoying the festivities in your own way." He flashes his infamous grin and notes, "Sadly, I'm on duty or I'd certainly be doing so." His eyes do linger a moment on several of the Couvieri ladies present, though not so long as to be impolite before they return to his mother, waiting for her response.

—-

Lord Stephen Greycen glances towards Raelyn with a bit of a chuckle, "I can't promise that I won't crush all your toes, but given all those glances at the dance floor, my keen skills of deduction tell me I had best invite you there." He rises to his feet, offering a hand towards Raelyn, "Shall we, Your Excellency? Or would you prefer to wait until after you get a moment with your brother?"

—-

"I am of glad you have been of enjoying of yourself." Emilia offers,"I have been finding it of pleasant. The kitchen of staff has of certainly outdone of themselves with the banquet this evening." A mild glance is given Aidric and Adrienne's way, but it does not linger as those dark eyes drift back towards Gawain,"I would be of honored by of a dance, Lord of Gawain."

—-

Aidric contrives to gasp, "Truly?" he asks. "Well, it is a very good disguise, I had no idea," he remarks lightly, before that tall figure behind him clears his throat and he turns, eyebrow raising. Seeing Darman it lowers and he smiles, "And if I'd truly befriended you as you say, you'd not interrupt me while I was, 'chasing gowns' as you called it," he retorts with a grin. "Not that I am, this is Adrienne Cassomir, a cousin to the soon-to-be-king, and a huntress, a thoroughly dangerous sort of woman," he turns back to Adrienne, dispensing with their little game for now as he introduces the Couviere, "Lady Adrienne, this is Lord Darman t'Corbeau, a recent friend."

—-

Graham looks to Emilia and to his sister and smiles warmly he glances around perhaps looking for Cathrynn though she's not in sight for the moment he looks concerned a moment, but it smooths out when he looks back towards his family. "I think you are next cousin." and sure enough she is asked and he smiles though will hold down the table as it were.

—-

"It's probably worse than you think," Raimond notes ot Samwell, "We appear to have come with enemies already stacked against us. Or at least rivals." He shakes his head and sips his wine again, "Bah, now's not the time to be sullen about it though. A worry for another day." He looks out over the crowd and grins, "Me? I think I may just go see if I can do my part to advance relations between the two Kingdoms…"
—-

It's sometimes difficult to notice anyone in such a vast sea of faces, though from Eva's vantage point, her chin lifted so that she may get a better view of the perimeter surrounding the dance floor, she does make out a good number of familiar faces. Even those that she did not care to see. However, it is Michael's arrival, along with his bride, that captures her attention and she quickly rises to grace the pair with a curtsey, "Lord Michael and Lady Bella, I hope that you both are having a wonderful evening. And yes, I must say that this experience has been a fine one. I had only visited Sunreach once in the past and nothing has prepared me for such a grand celebration such as this. The Rivanians are full of hospitality." She then turns to Raelyn, lowering herself into yet another curtsey in polite greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet with you, I'm Lady Eva t'Acuto of Garfana." She then makes introductions for the whole of her family!

—-

As she rises up from her seat and looks around, Lady Dawn is caught by surprise as she's approached. And then she stops as the hand comes on her shoulder and she turns around then, and decorum is what prevents her from giving him a hug as she goes to take her hand down to her skirts and rises up to give a formal curtsy to him. "I am of course." Her words are quiet then as she takes in her son.

Looking about the area then, "And you fill your duties well and honorably. And I am enjoying myself. It is good to see so many people enjoying themselves. And.." She lightly catches where his eyes are going then, her own expression difficult to quantify then, but she maintains her half smile at her roguish son. "And will you be on duty throughout the evening then?" She quietly looks up at him, "For if not I might not mind a chance to talk later if I would not be keeping you from said duties."

—-

"I see," Samwell notes and takes a drink and leans back in his seat as he ponders, "Well, it is the nature of things." Samwell raises a brow at Raimond's final bit, "And how do you intend to do that? I do not see the Couvieri taking kindly to a once-commoner trying to rub elbows."

—-

Lounging at the table with his brother and Samwell, Leander Giraldi looks, for all the world, almost bored. Of course, that is hardly the case…it is just his way. He is watching the mingling with an interested eye. He leans over, murmuring to Rai even as Rai speaks to Sam. "Am I to assume your definition of advancing relations is harmonious with mine? Because, if so, I saw her first, brother. Whichever one you choose…it doesn't matter which." It is a quiet remark, really only for Raimond and Samwell's ears only.

—-

Excusing himself from his table, Sir Destrian drinks the last of the wine in his glass and places it back down before stepping back and pushing in his chair. The knight of Rosley then walks the length of the table - occasionally pausing to greet other guests - then crosses over the table of House t'Acuto.

He stops a few feet away so as not to crowd Michael and Bella, smiling over at Eva t'Acuto, and bows formally once the others have finished speaking. "I hope I am not intruding. 'Tis a blessing in vibrant hues to see you again, my lady," he tells Eva as he stands in order to bow to Eva's mother as well. "Blessings upon thee also, Baroness, and welcome to Sunsreach. I am Sir Destrian Rosendal. I trust the celebration finds you all well." He glances briefly at Michael and Bella to politely include them in his greeting.

—-

Tonight, Elrick has chosen to be a bit more careful and guarded when it comes to festivities and celebrations. It appears that he is taking everything in moderation, from the feast to the drinks, though luckily for him, the latter can still be imbibed to a large amount. Once the first dance was completed between the newly wed royal couple, the t'Tremaine Heir has left his assigned seat with proper decorum of departure offered to his neighbors and slowly begins to mingle with a drink in hand. Repectful but quiet greetings are offered to those in passing who chooses to greet him first, but the representative of House t'Tremaine is certainly doing what he can to blend into the nobles present.

—-

Raelyn turns to Stephen, "We shall dance," she tells him, taking his arm. "But first, let my brother enjoy some peace? As much as he can. He's enough attention already. And, I think we should not have such opportunity to speak to those of the North." The new Viscountess of Ironhold cants her head, smiles, warmly, and unlatches herself from Stephen to briefly squeeze Destrian's arm. "You are never intruding, Destrian." Raelyn also may not want a very large crowd watching her dance.

—-

"Then it's settled, to the dance floor, my lady!" Gawain says, offering out an arm to the Huntress, "It looks to be a great start to a night of dancing and revelery!" He says, "Isn't the music wonderful?"

—-

Adrienne's brows furrow a bit at the Couvieri's wording of 'chasing gowns', even so she will incline her head in greeting to the t'Corbeau. "Lord Darman," she intones, all politeness. "Sir Aidric here tends to exaggerate." Maybe. A slight glare is shot Aidric's way either way, before her green eyes find Darman again, and she offers with a faint smile: "I've left my bow in my quarters, so I daresay there's no danger of anyone getting shot by me tonight." A light quip, offered in sort of deadpan Cassomir humor.

—-

Odd it may be yes, for Broderick's own gift was given at the more usual time, but with only two Sorez left, and both children, he had wanted the lad's gift to be remembered, even if only briefly amongst the grand festivities. Stepping aside a little to give Andrew a touch more space he watches as the squire steps forward and offers his own bow to the royal couple. "Your Majesty," the lad starts, fiddling in a pouch on his belt for a moment before producing a small velvet bag. "I know my house is much reduced, but we have stood with the Tracanos since before the slaying of the dragon. I know I do not yet have my majority, but I wanted to give you this, as token that what I do have, will continue to stand by you and your house. However little we can give, we give freely." The ,reaching into the velvet pouch he pulls forth a signet ring, a tad battered perhaps, but still clearing bearing the arms of Sorez. "Please, accept this that was once my Lord Father's, as token of that, but more so, as a token of my hope for your happiness and long reign."

—-

Quentyn chuckles a bit, glancing to where Elaida and Tristan are dancing and noting, "I'm not sure how well I'm doing my duty, given that my present charge is dancing with a thorough rogue." His tone is warmly-humored rather than biting, though, clearly said purely in jest. "But…" He glances to Dawn, perhaps pensive for a moment, before adding, "I…may have some time later. After she retires and before I do."

—-

"Pft. You must have much… kinder, and I'd daresay -tamer- friendships here in the south, if friends never trouble each other with the occasional good-spirited challenge," Darman replies easily, in a jesting tone that suggests no actual concern for giving offense in any of it. "But I'm a kind friend, and with perhaps some kind words and good advice on your part, you will send me off on some of my own chasing, that I might leave you, at least briefly, to yours." Of course, once actually introduced he turns toward Adrienne, dipping to flourish a bow. "A great pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady." Still, amidst that formality, Aidric's manner introduction causes him to smirk a little as he rises again. "And a dangerous woman, you say? People tell me my sister is one of those, so I suppose I am well-inclined toward their kind. Now please, I wouldn't want it to be said I was -actually- getting in the way of anyone trying to have a dance. I see," and he cranes his neck slightly, "That Lady Eva is here too. Maybe I'll go and ask her, until you find me a Rivanian partner. Or," and his look returns to Adrienne, "We can switch partners after that."

—-

Emilia gently dips her head to Gawain, "It is of decided." Her hand lightly settling onto that offered arm from Gawain. Yes, Raelyn….Emilia is going to dance with a boy that isn't one of her brothers. "The music is quite of grand, and I do of agree, it has been of a fine of start to the night." A mild tugging occurs to the corners of her lips,"I shall try not to be to clumsy and step upon your of feet, of either." As the pair make their way to the dance floor to join the others already there.

—-

Dawn nods gently up at her son, "In that case, your charge can likely enjoy herself. I doubt anything will happen tonight and they will enjoy the moment to relax some and enjoy time and companionship, so you have nothing to fear." Her tone softens some then and she gives a nod, "Yes, I would enjoy that if your duties permit you later then, of course." She gives another glance to the dancing couple that Quentyn was looking at and dips her chin back at him once more.

—-

"It is something," Michael remarks of the festivities, "I hope Jean-Paul's people are taking notes, we'll have to out do them at some point," he smiles before they are beset by Rivanans. "Your Excellency, my lords, well met, may the One smile on Rivana this happy night," he says lifting a newly acquired cup to them before he adds himself and Bella to the introductions, "I am Michael l'Corren and this is my wife, Bella," he says.

—-

When the one song nears its end, Tristan slows his dance with Elaida, finally halting it has the music finally ends. Leaning in, he kisses her cheek lightly before begging forgiveness for what is to come next. The next song begins, and Tristan, being the renowned rogue that he is, leads Elaida into a Rivanan style dance. Oh, he may hear quite a bit about this later on, but for now it's fun and exciting!

—-

"Well, for starters, Sam, the Couvieri don't know me, and I've often found that a lack of high station can be overcome with the application of a little charm and a good smile." Raimond grins towards Sam, "Have you forgotten everything I tried to teach you?" He looks to Leander, making much of being put upon, "You see this brother? All my hard work for naught." He shifts to a mischievous grin and notes, "No doubt you and I are of an accord, little brother, except for the fact that I did see her first, whoever she is. The privilege of being the elder and all."

—-

Baroness t'Acuto looks both pleased and content to see old and new faces alike and after exchanging several many warm words, she resettles herself down amidst the rest of the t'Acuto clan at their table. Eva, however, remains standing to continue on with this pleasant chatter, even looking surprised that Destrian had made his appearance at their table. "Lady Mother, this is Sir Destrian, one of many friendly faces that I had met just yesterday during my tour of the city. I wish you could have come to see the city with me, but I understand that you had to make a few preparations of your own." Turning back to their new visitors, she then intones, "I truly have been enjoying myself today. There is just something so uplifting and beautiful about a wedding."

—-

Aidric cranes his neck, to see where Lady Eva, tiny thing that she is, is surrounded by Rivanans of varying stripe and a vaguely familiar Couvieri in blue and silver. "Looks like she might need a rescue," he concurs, before adding "And since you're such a kind friend Darman, I'll introduce you to our hostess, Princess Clara," he says. "She's from your part of the world but at the same time Rivanan," a smile then. "I'll leave you with that riddle for now," he looks to Adrienne and extends a hand, "I hope that bit about not being shot extends to me?" he asks.

—-

Finding guests is no difficult task, as Clara makes it out to the floor. And…one of the first things she overhears is Michael commenting about outdoing the Rivanans. With a soft chuckle, she steps up, addressing her cousin with a smile. "Well, dear Michael, it may not be possible to outdo me, but I am sure that, if asked for politely, I could offer some assistance for just as grand of an affair." She finishes with a tip of a wink, then offers a nod of the head to Bella, treating her with a smile, before pausing in her steps for a moment.

—-

Leander chuckles, nodding slightly. "Of course. Elder by barely a year or so. You can have her, then, Rai. A good knight always has a backup plan." Then, with a wry grin, he finishes. "I may not be a good knight…but I always have a backup plan."

—-

"That is a fair response," Sam snorts in amusement to Raimond and barely is able to get his wine down before laughing at the banter between the two brothers. "Seeing first means nothing if you lack the stones to even try talking to the woman."

—-

Destrian smiles widely.

"I look forward to visiting Garfana soon, Your Excellency," he tells Baroness t'Acuto, then turns his smile upon Eva, Michael and Bella. Lifting his chin, the man replies: "And it is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Michael - Lady Bella. Lady Eva, I may steal thee for a dance ere this celebration is over… if it should be thy pleasure also. For now, ahh…"

He glances around the room.

"So many faces, so little time."

He glances aside at Baroness Raelyn and his smile turns into a smirk, his eyes gleaming impishly. "Is that my little sister I spy, dancing with someone other than her brothers? May the Edge beware - Your Excellency."

—-

Darman's remark about 'dangerous women', even if it is merely an echoe of what Aidric said about her, makes Adrienne's brows furrow, if only slightly. Still, she will incline her head to his vague suggestion of 'switching partners'. When Aidric references Clara, the freckled Cassomir lady's gaze will drift over the hall, trying to glimpse the Tracano Princess. Until her hand is taken, and her attention drawn back towards the Carling, and his initial offer of a dance. "Of course," she replies to his hope of not getting shot, a bit of amusement there in her gaze and tone of voice.

—-

Alysande's curiosity turns to a considerably more pensive expression as the "gift" is revealed. Even the notoriously stoic Jaren takes in a breath as he leans over to get a look at what has been offered. Not in shock or distaste or horror, but in surprise and a sell of unexpected emotion. Still, after a moment, Alysande smiles, even if there's a tinge of sadness underlying the expression, of remembrance.

"We thank you for this gift, Lord Andrew, and for your wishes. We accept this gift in the spirit with which it is given." She pauses briefly, rising from her chair, and briefly reaching to touch Andrew's cheek, before she extends her other hand, and places the ring back in the young squire's hand, "And now we ask that you shall keep it in trust for us. For I can think of no better guardian for it…"

A pause and a brief glance towards Jaren, with a touch of humor entering her voice, "Well, perhaps save one, but hold this ring and let it remind you that your noble family is not forgotten by your King and Queen, and as I vowed just hours ago, and have vowed to myself each day since the crown was placed upon my brow, we will not allow their loss to be in vain. In their honor, and the honor of all those who were lost for their loyalty, we will rebuild a peaceful, stronger Rivana, and do all we can to insure that such tragedy never again occurs upon our soil."

—-

"Cousin Clara!" Michael greets with a grin, before, he bows deeply to her with an exaggerated flourish. "You do fine work, but I do not know, we Couvieri are a clever sort and may be able to manage it, we'll have to invite you up north to give you a chance to judge for yourself," he says making room for Clara to join their little group while Bella, smiles in return, "The finest party I've seen, especially stuck in Murnord as I've been," she says with an exasperated sigh at Michael.

Michael looks about the group, "I suspect you know everyone by now?" he asks his cousin.

—-

Gawain laughs softly, "I don't think I'd risk the wrath of a Huntress by insinuating she was clumsy, no matter how my feet must suffer!" he replies to Emilia, moving to adopt the stance whatever the current music might require, grinning a bit more, "I couldn't imagine you not being a fine dancer though, I've heard nothing but good things about the Cassomir's dancing skills!"

—-

Darman laughs aloud, for whatever reason, at Aidric's particular phrasing. "Oh yes, a rescue. I should not let one of my countrywomen flounder in want of aid." Then, brightly, "Oh, a Princess of all things? You see, I knew you were the sort of friend I would be wise in making. Well! I will leave you, for at least the moment, to your task of trying not to give the lovely lady huntress cause for shooting you. Lady Adrienne, again, a pleasure. Hopefully I shall find you again before you are beset by other such rogues as this." With that, he leaves the pair to it, and turns neatly to go off weaving through the crowds toward the t'Acuto family contingent and those who have gathered near… which seems a rapidly expanding list. "Ah, Lady Eva, there you are…" he prefaces his arrival, all smiles as ever.

—-

Just continuing to move about at the edge of the gathering, Samuel's gotten himself another glass of wine, sipping it as he looks around at the crowds. Once in a while greeting someone, and then moving onwards.

—-

Raelyn leans in to kiss Clara's cheek lightly, "Princess. You've outdone yourself. And thank you, for helping my sister." She practically beams, then she inclines her head to Michael, "Well met again. We're all honored you could attend, and leave your own lands and duties aside, if however brief a time." She then moves back to Stephen's side, to take his arm, telling Destrian, "You should dance as well, Sir." Teasing her foster-brother warmly. She looks back to Michael and Bella, querying, "Will you be staying long after the festivities are concluded?"

—-

"I am indeed the very best sort of friend Lord Darman," Aidric agrees without a drop of humility before adding a smiled "Good hunting," before he turns his attention to Adrienne. "Well if you must shoot me wait until the dance is done, I have enough trouble with it as it is," he says, before he leads her onto the floor with a chuckle and a shake of his head, "Chasing gowns, the more I meet these Couvieri, the more I think I got more than my share of their blood from my grandmother, we're entirely too alike."

—-

"Murnord isn't that bad, Michael." Yes, the l'Corren heir's brother-in-law is on a first-name basis by now, thankfully, as Joffrey gives him a touch of good-natured ribbing when he approaches, "And I don't think I've had the honor." He speaks towards Clara now, bowing from the waist formally and intoning, "Lord Joffrey t'Synclarre, Your Highness, at your service." He looks about a moment, and seeing Gwen is still away for the moment, adds, "My compliments on the celebration. My wife and I have never seen the like." He chuckles, "And she'll likely be cross she missed you." He pauses then, and bows to those others present in this cluster, such as Raelyn and Stephen, and the Acutos as well, though many of them are likely at least familiar with his name. "And a pleasure to meet you all, as well." He adds with a smile.

—-

Having acknowledged Raelyn's comment on dancing later, Stephen has fallen into his typical fashion, which is generally remaining quiet unless spoken to, though he offers all the proper pleasantries and introductions as needed in between his stretches of quiet observation…and smiling towards his betrothed when she returns after her temporary departure.

—-

"Let of us of hope then, that I am not so of clumsy, to there is not of need for wrath or suffering of feet," Emilia managing one of her little corner tugging smiles. Drifting into counter position to the dance being taken up with the given music. "I have heard of similar, though I have long of learned, one must take of care in believing of everything that is being of heard." In this case, it is soon proven to be a moot point, for Emilia proves to be more than a fine dancer, the steps are effortless to her. The movement of her feet light, that unearthly grace the young woman seems to have shining through even more.

—-

Hearing Destrian's request, Eva turns her attention to the dance floor and then back upon the man. Having much pride in her own dancing, she still humbly states, "I believe that can be arranged, good Sir. Though, I must confess that I may feel a little out of place with some of these steps, but I will try to not slow you down any." Once these words are spoken, she realizes that others have joined them, both very familiar to her. With a curtsy, she muses, "Oh yes, I know Princess Clara. I remember seeing her very often at our royal library and then at the Rovilon Court. But, yes, this wedding and all that went into it has been incredibly brilliant. Wonderful work." She would say more if not for a sudden presence that she did /not/ expect to see here, though with Darman's arrival now, she puts on as pleasant a smile as she can, "Ah, Sir Darman, what a surprise. I'd expect you would be busy mingling and dancing the night away."

—-

It looks for a moment as if young Andrew Sorez is perhaps overawed by Alysande's response, he certainly doesn't move when she reaches for his cheek and returns the ring. Her words after seem to focus him though and he bows respectfully before replying, "I will your Majesty, I give you word, I will." Not perhaps as eloquent as before, but then this quite obviously wasn't the outcome he was expecting. "Thank you, " he then adds, clutching the ring tight in his hand, "and the blessings of the One upon your marriage." Then, stepping carefully backwards he rejoins Broderick, the pair incline their heads respectfully, then move off to leave the king and queen in peace.

—-

Quentyn nods to Dawn, "If not tonight, then soon. The lady doesn't dema-Ha!" Quentyn can't help but laugh as he sees Tristan lead Elaida into that "traditional" dance. "I knew there was a reason her majesty wouldn't let me be on his detail…." He murmurs, then looks back to Dawn, grinning once more, "In any case, I should go back to looking like I'm working. Until later mother." And this time when he gives her the peck on her cheek, he does embrace her briefly, and allow the same in turn, before he heads back off into the crowd to surreptitiously (as surreptitiously as black-armored knights can, anyway) circulate among the crowd, being both social and watchful. Despite his jesting, he's never stopped keeping alert, even if it seems unlikely any trouble will arise tonight. But that's always been his way…dedication married with mischief.

—-

Gawain is certainly as talented a dancer as one might expect from the Squire of Sir Thaddeus, perhaps even better, though it's soon evident who the better of the two is at dancing. "I shall try not to rush to conclusions, then, M'lady!" he exclaims as he dances with Emilia, "And my toes do seem to be in good hands!"

—-

Michael chuckles as Joffrey approaches, "That was your future duchess maligning our homeland not me," he says before he glances to his wife, "I would never do such a thing," he says. Then as he makes room for his brother-in-law in their little group, he says, "Everyone who doesn't already know, this is my brother-in-law, Sir Joffrey t'Synclarre, the knight every boy in Couviere dreams they will grow up to be." A slight pause there, "Well either him or my brother."

Then to Raelyn he says, "We'll be here to the end of the tourney at least," he promises. "What of you your Excellency? Do you remain or do you head straight off to your new lands?" he asks, before Darman joins them. "Clearly the guards just let anyone into this place," he remarks to his fellow Circle member before clapping him on the shoulder. "Having fun I hope."

—-

Dawn nods quietly over then as she scans and cranes her neck some then over as the quick 'Hah' from her son has her turning and then as she catches sight of it a look of amusement passes through her eyes as well, "But fo course. And a good evening to you. And if your services permit I would enjoy the chance for.. Talk, later." The quick peck on the cheek is returned with a tighter embrace than Dawn traditionally gives, before her son slips away to maintain his vigil of the hall once more, and her hand goes up to gently rub the spot on her cheek then with a faint pink look.

—-

There is a soft chuckle, politely hidden behind a hand, as Clara nods to Bella's remark. "Well, I did have a year to plan, so I did have some time." Then, a wink as that smile of Clara's gains a sly tilt…holding up her fingers an inch apart. "Just a little." Then…with a nod towards her cousin Michael, Clara responds affirmatively. "Yes..I believe that I am acquainted with most everyone here." A slight incline of the head to Eva, allowing her to provide the details of their past meetings. "I always did enjoy myself within Garfana." There is a slight bow to Joffrey as he joins the throng…then a friendly smile and a nod to Raelyn, a rather familiar reaction from Clara for the Cassomir Viscountess. About the only one that Clara doesn't seem to recognize immediately is the recent addition of Darman to the mix, though he, too, is offered a gentle bow and a greeting.

—-

Fortunately, it does not seem that Dawn will be bereft of young, male relatives for long. Not having seen his aunt in a while he heads over just in time to see his cousin's back as he seeps back into the crowd. "And how is my favourite aunt finding the festivities?" Broderick asks as he sits himself down, gesturing for Andrew to do the same if he desires, "Cousin Clara seems to have excelled herself I think." Pouring himself a wine he tilts the bottle towards her to ask silently if she wishes any, then adds, "and a fine turn out it would appear."

—-

There is a laugh from Destrian.

"Viscountess, I shall try to do as you suggest — I have already expressed interest," he tells Raelyn regarding the notion of dancing. The man then effects a mock-forlorn expression and releases a sigh.

"There is so much from which to choose, and the scene itself is more than beautiful to watch. Ribbons in the air…" He peers past people, glancing at the spaces in between them, looking almost wistful. He glances back at Raelyn. "I shall dance, but perhaps after more wine."

—-

Adrienne offers a polite smile to Darman, whose easy charm is met with a hint of sceptical caution. "Indeed, it would seem I shall be out of luck, in that regard," she remarks with somewhat good-natured dryness to his comment, and watches him head away from them. To Aidric she smiles a bit more pointedly. "I shall wait and see how you fare this time, but the shooting may have to wait till tomorrow," she replies as she follows him onto the dancefloor. "What an interesting remark of someone who does not wish to get shot?", the freckled Huntress quips with a raised brow, when Aidric speaks of his similarities to the Couvieri. "Or do you think this is the appropriate way to recommend you to your dancing partner?"

—-

In having seen Sir Thaddeus dance, Emilia would easily judge Gawain's skills fair greater. No toes had been bruised yet after all. "It is always wise not, though sometimes it is much of hard not to. " The corners of her mouth actually holding a brief moment in that upwards tug. "I am glad your toes are feeling of safe, my Lord."

—-

Dawn gives a light smile to Broderick then as she gives him a curtsy, her hands going back down to her skirts then as she formally dips once more, "I am enjoying them. And the PRincess seems to have done a splendid job.. I believe the musical arrangement.." Then she nods, "Yes, everyone from the Edge seems to be here. It is a sign of a revival of the kingdom." Her eyes glance over at Quentyn vanishing in his armor back to the crowds, before turning her attention back over to Broderick and his companion. She gestures at Andrew to introduce himself while she smiles and takes the offered wine.

—-

Broderick pours another cup for himself, then a half one for his squire which is then watered given the boy's age. Noting he guesture he says quickly, "my apologies, I forget that you have not yet met. Aunt Dawn, this is Lord Andrew Sorez, head of his house, and as of the past month or so, my squire. Andrew, this is Lady Dawn Bazan, the sister of my father and a fine healer. Her son, Quentin, is a Royal Lancer."

—-

Of course, Darman's arrival puts him, maybe inadvertently, in a larger gang of important faces than he'd recognized from further off, and he's distracted from his initial banter with Eva both on the point of offering Clara a more polite and deferential "Your highness", and then by the more exuberant greeting from Michael. "I am cautious of having as much fun as is my natural inclination, for I would not wish to distress our fine foreign hosts or cause any sort of diplomatic incident," will be his reply on that latter count. "But any deficit in my enjoyment is on that alone, as our hosts throw a marvellous party. And the wine is very good." But this answer answer seems to flow nicely into one of similar sort for Eva, as he resumes his initial chitchat. "There will be dancing I am sure. I have put in an appointment with a young lady being swept off for the same by that nice fellow we met the other evening, and indeed I have some inkling he might come to claim the opportunity with you as well. We shall have to share a dance as well, I think, though I imagine there must be a queue forming up already."

—-

"That's always been more your problem than mine, Sam," Raimond was hardly lacking in companionship during his days in Pacitta, but the combination of Rich + Handsome (yes, with Capital "R" and "H") rarely does, does it? He polishes off the last of the Tracano Red in his cup, and grins towards Leander and Samwell, "In point of fact…I'm about to make quite the spectacle. And I'll either be the talk of Court or end up horribly embarrassed, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, hmm?" With that, he rises to his feet, dusts himself off a bit (the perils of your families' primary color being white), and starts to traverse across the room, but not towards any of the Couvieri…but rather the table where the Alhazredi are gathered….

—-

Dawn gives a curtsy over to Andrew, "An honor to make your acquaintance. And you have a wonderful trainer in my nephew. And I am sure that if your apprenticeship is any like most of them, you will teach him just as much as in turn he teaches you, and that it will be fruitful for you both then." She rises up then and gives a nod to Broderick, "Aye."

—-

"Well in our previous chance encounters I've been nothing but myself and it has saved me from being shot thus far. Why should I think tonight would be any different?" Aidric chuckles lightly. "Besides your frustration adds credence to the idea you are merely too polite to refuse me our occasional dances," he reasons without much seriousness in his words, he turns with her then and when their dance brings them together he says quietly, "As to our other plans, let me know if you're still interested."

—-

The younger Giraldi sits up…for this is going to be very interesting. And…Raimond walking towards the Alhazredi?! That…was certainly not expected. And, as such, Leander is very curious. He leans over towards Samwell, while his eyes never leave his older brother. "Now…how is that for having the stones, Sam? Never would have thought he go for that."

—-

"As am I, M'lady!" Gawain says with a bit of a smile as he continues to dance with Emilia, "And sometimes we do unwise things, for many a reason, but you're right of course, we should strive not to as often as we can, hmn?"

—-

"Mostly your brother. I've never won the Circuit and likely never will." Joffrey replies good-naturedly to Michael and adds, "And after this year you may well charge to the top of that list, if you keep scoring as highly as you have been." He grins towards his brother-in-law. "In any case, I hope you're all enjoying the festivities." He includes Bella and the t'Acutos and those Rivanans nearby in that, before adding, "But in the spirit of that, I think I'll go make sure Gwen is all right. If you will all excuse me?" He smiles with both warmth and politeness, and bows slightly to those assembled before moving off and away from the main hall, briefly chatting with a Royal Lancer (Sir Dixon Rosendal, if one must know) to get directions on where his wife would have been directed if she needed a bit of air, and following them to go find her.

—-

With the introductions dealt with, Broderick takes a moment to scan the dance floor, "I hope so. Mostly when I'm learning is that I'm not as young as I once was, nor do I have the same energy as the young." There's a grin on his face as he says that, then he sips his wine and asks, "tell me, do you think I should do as Lord Aidric, and go converse with the guests of a female persuasion, or do I simply watch tonight, and identify those who might tolerate me if the Queen is still set on my remarriage?"

—-

"One can never go too far without running into another from within the Circle." Eva comments in light amusement, having seen such an exchange between the members of that affiliation, her brother being a member himself! Quietly, yet attentively, she listens to the exchange between men before Darman returns his attention upon her once more in all of his usual friendliness. And while she may arch a brow, as she tends to do whenever in the presence of the t'Corbeau, her attention does turn towards the dance floor to try and make out just the man that Darman now speaks of. "There are plenty of women here to dance with and many opportunities to dance. If time permits, Sir Darman, perhaps you will have that dance."

—-

Samwell blinks, "Well, that changes a bit." He looks to Leander and shrugs, "He apparently has stones, but let's see if he has any brains." He takes a sip, "Besides, this will only lead to a good story at the worst."

—-

Dawn looks over at her nephew and then sips over at her wine, using the opportunity to try and think then, "Being not as versed in courtly affairs, I would not be sure. There are the manners of the court but also sometimes there is a benefit to taking things more directly then. But, the rituals of courtship are as much important as any other." She muses, taking the time while sipping. She does, however, take a moment to smile, "But, you are at the wedding that is a once in a generation arrangement. You will have no better opportunities in which to make your acquaintance then and there are Ladies from all over the Edge that you will not get the chance to meet again. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. While I am not properly versed in such things.. I would think you would have far better opportunities and excuses to make yourself known here than others. Though take that with a grain of lustre given it is from an old woman who has spent little time at the court."

—-

"Maybe you've been just lucky so far, and I've been too polite," Adrienne quips back raising a brow, as she completes a figure of the dance, only to find herself in closer proximity to the Carling and the recipient of a murmured remark, to which she, after a fraction of a second, inclines her head. Then the steps require a bit more of distance brought between them, and the Cassomir lady remarks, in a conversational tone: "Your family is here tonight as well, I suppose? I trust they are enjoying their stay in the capital?"

—-

Raelyn answers Michael, "We'll be here awhile yet. There shall be shortly another wedding to attend," this is said quietly. "Far less festive, or impactful. A quieter affair." She smiles, but does not give clues as to whose it shall be. She looks warmly to Stephen, then tips her head back to Michael. "I shall watch for you in the Tourney, however. I wish you well. Just not better than my cousin, the Lily Knight. He's fared well against those of the North in the past," she maintains, good-naturedly. She smiles warmly at Bella, "You're of course invited to sit with us. As our guests, should you like." She looks at Clara, "And yourself, Princess. I'd like your company as well. As would my sister. Sir Graham will need all the support he can get, against Couviere's finest."

—-

The rather deadpan humor of the Cassomirs shows up as Emilia gently notes,"In being of a squire, I believe your knight ensures you are never doing of an unwise thing. Or you dare to of, you hear about it endlessly and learn not to be doing of it again." It might be a thing Emilia has paid witness to a time or five with all those brothers. Her movements within the dance continuing quite gracefully. Though when the song reaches it's conclusion, she does offer a bows of her head towards the musicians and then her partner. "Of perhaps a bit of wine, or have you of wish to risk of your toes to another of dance?"

—-

"I suspect you may be right," Broderick replies, "which I suppose should come as no real surprise." He turns to relieve Andrew of any remaining squirely duties for the night, then pushes himself back to his feet. "If you will forgive for abandoning you so soon then, I should go do the rounds. A good evening to you, and I hope the rest if as enjoyable as the start." Then, with his wine in one hand, he moves to circulate through the crowds.

—-

Quietly, Destrian excuses himself from the table to go retrieve another glass of wine and mingle further in the crowd. Oddly enough, he appears more interested in the atmosphere between guests, rather than the people themselves - although he does greet various folk as he passes them by.

When he nears Gawain and Emilia, he comments: "Watch for her feet, cousin," to Gawain with a smirk. "Lest they strike unawares." He chuckles and raises his glass to the dancing couple.

—-

"Lucky, well I am that," Aidric allows with a faint upward turn of his lips. "Look at who I am dancing with," he says. "As to the rest, I suppose I will have to take my chances," he says. The nod is noted and as they continue the dance he nods, "Yes, they're still here and they seemed to enjoy it fine until this morning, weren't expecting the reception that Normont got during the procession this morning," he says not quite able to hide his pleasure at that. After all while the crowds had briefly pelted the men of Normont, his men, those who had fought for the Queen were cheered along with the rest. "One hopes it speeds them on their way. And you? Are you here until the tourney or are there festivities in Ironhold awaiting the return of the Cassomirs?"

—-

"Oh, I don't think anyone could accuse me of too great a lack of wisdom, or Sir Thaddeus at that!" Gawain says with a smile, "Perhaps we should get some wine and socialize a bit, m'lady. Though if you'd like to continue dancing, I am yours, M'lady!" He says, "And should we break, you can always come fetch me again for another song!"

—-

"Ah, I am cautioned patience," Darman declares, feigning some despairing tone at Eva's subtle rebuff by means of delay, "And of course I would not rush a lady to the floor. Though," and this thought gives way to an overly-emphasized show of him turning to glance around the hall a bit. "It does seem they have quite the love of dance here, and that love all the more inspired tonight, what with that performance by none other than the royal couple. Even I myself, not even knowing their songs and rhythms, do find the mood of the gathering quite infectious. Do you not agree? Who will you take to the floor first, I wonder? There is mo more a lack of good young men here than entrancing young ladies, I do think."

—-

Michael grins at Eva. "We are ubiquitous," he remarks of members of the Circle before he turns to bid Joffrey goodbye with a, "Give my sister my love for me," he says. Then as he sips his wine he watches the others speak. "Ah, so there are more weddings to come for the Cassomirs then?" he asks, "Who is the next lucky party?" he asks, not quite knowing all the players in that family besides Raelyn and Jaren. At the talk of tourneys, Michael smiles and Bella rolls her eyes, though it is Michael who speaks first, "As if the Lily Knight would need me to lay back, I will look forward to facing him again," he says before Bella interjects with a pleased, "I'd be most happy to join you," she says and glances up at Michael, "And I may even cheer for this Lily knight of yours," she says still speaking to Raelyn.

—-

"Of course, your Excellency." Clara smirks just a bit, using the proper title for Raelyn, when they both know Clara's usual attitude about titles. "I shall make it a point to join you all. One knows that my dear cousin and her newly minted husband wouldn't mind having the Royal box a bit more to themselves." A pause. "Though I would have to disagree with you on the pending wedding. Yes, it will be a quieter affair…but no less festive. For…I have seen how Cassomirs throw parties." There is a slight wink at that comment. Darman gains a bow from Clara and a formal Couvieri greeting…an unusual reaction from a Rivanan. But…then again, Aidric did mention that Clara had spent time in Couviere. A glance towards the dancefloor catches Emilia dancing with a certain squire…which brings a smile to Clara's features. She is rather glad to see her friend at least seemingly enjoying herself.

—-

As her nephew departs, Dawn Bazan turns her attention back to gently sweep the room. Her refilled wine goblet in hand, she moves quietly over to the side then and to a position where she can observe the comings and goings then and the interactions, watching over at those she knows then and those she does not and just enjoying the hustle and bustle.

—-

"Much of true on of that," Emilia agrees easily enough with Gawain and the matter of wisdom. "It would be of expected, and I of imagine I would hear of it." A glance is shot towards the passing Destrian,"That would be of wholly of unproper, and you are never of going to let me of forget of that one of time." Shaking her head just a little bit, though there is some glimmer of amusement to her eyes at the tease from her foster-brother. Though it would seem Gawain's feet are saved from potential attacks as her hand lightly settles to his arm again in courtly fashion. "The dance floor does make for a fine of escape, though of surely there are others you are wishing to have of a dance of with?"

—-

Aside from the Shahzadeh Rosana and her husband Rashad at the Royal table, the Alhazredi table itself has four other guests seated at it…or had, at least. The man in black, who by rumor is the Prophet Hashim Nejem, has excused himself, but perhaps surprisingly, or alternately perhaps granting some degree of hope, he has gravitated to speak with the Archbishop Alpin Langford, and despite the Prophet's forbidding appearance, he seems to be engaged in an entirely pleasant conversation with the man. That leaves a tall, dark skinned man with greying temples in his short dark hair, and an infectious smile, who has been watching the proceedings with considerable interest. Rumor places him as some kind of Alhazred Duke or the like, by the name of Shah Kabede Aman, a second, shorter man who seems less comfortable in his surroundings sits next to him, his intense gaze often straying towards the royal couples of both nations, and while it's not exactly carrying malice, there is certainly a degree of weighing and measuring in that look. By all accounts his own name is Mirza Ghazi Demir, and he is the equivalent of a Ducal heir. Which leaves the one that is no doubt the intended target of Raimond Giraldi's attention…The Mirza ("Lady") Ania Khare, who is known to be the companion and effective lady-in-waiting to Rosana. It wouldn't have been hard to guess in any case, as a great many men (and a few women) have been watching her all night, because regardless of national borders and odd titles, there is a certain degree at which beauty transcends such distinctions. All three look upon Raimond when he approaches with varying degrees of interest. The intense man has a touch of wariness. The tall one curiosity, and the woman is more difficult to read, though there is a glimmer of knowing to her expression that speaks of her likely anticipating what comes next, and a touch of that "weighing and measuring" as well…albeit in a different tenor from the man that shares her table.

To Raimond's credit, he shows no nervousness whatsoever when he draws near, and bows deeply from the waist towards those gathered, "Forgive my interruption, honored guests of our Queen and Kingdom, but I fear I could not remain still and silent any further."

Raimond's attention turns to Ania, and he smiles warmly towards her, "Milady, my name is Lord Raimond Giraldi, heir to House Giraldi and Knight of Rivana. I fear I know little of your Empire, its' customs, or its' language, but if your beauty is any indication of the wonders such things hold, then I fear my education has been most sorely remiss." He extends a hand towards the woman, who regards it impassively as he asks, "It would be my deepest honor if you would allow me the pleasure of a dance, should your customs permit." He glances between the two men and notes, "And I offer my apologies should this gesture have offended you. If so I assure you it was solely from my own woeful ignorance than any intent at insult."

Ania's expression remains cold a moment, before she replies, in a Common tongue that carries strong traces of what would be known to those versed in such things as the "Imperial Alhazred" accent: "My name is Mirza Ania Khare." She pauses a moment, her expression seeming on the verge of anger…but then it breaks into a warm and very inviting smile, laced with just a touch of mischief as she lifts her hand and places it in Raimond's own, "And the pleasure is all mine."

And with that, she allows Raimond to lead her to the dance floor, though for the sake of avoiding a major international incident, he does restrain himself to the more staid "noble" dances of Rivana.

Back at the table, Kabede Aman looks both pleased and amused, but does not comment. The man with the intense gaze, Ghazi Demir, now watches Raimond, and there's something a little darker in his eyes now, though also a glimmer of…something else. Grudging respect? It's hard to say, but the former sentiment is most certainly colored green, so to speak, at least before Kabede draws his attention away with some more conversation in their native tongue.

—-

Artos has been distracted for a little while. Partly because he has drifted over to speak with some individuals from Summerseat, including the Viscount. While the baron is known for his piety, the two most scholarly houses in the Edge are taking advantage of the situation to exchange words and ideas, though not straying into religion for the sake of both parties' sanity.

—-

Adrienne nods to Aidric's reply about his family, not commenting on his flattery even if there is a slight twitch of her brows. "Ah yes, the parade… It was a quite… interesting experience." She rode there as well. "It feels odd to be so much in the public focus, but…", and here her smile deepens. "It was nice to see the common people cheer." Green eyes drift to where the Royal couple stands. "Such a grand day…" A hint of wistfulness there in her tone. After all her famous cousin is no longer part of her House. Aidric's question draws her attention back to him, and she nods again. "Yes… I believe I shall be here for all of the Tournament." This said as the dance reaches its end and she offers a curtsey. "Thank you for the dance, it has been a pleasure," intoned with the required formality.

—-

Aidric follows Adrienne's gaze towards the royal couple. "It was quite the day," he agrees, lost in his own, separate thoughts on the whole matter. It felt like an end and more than that, but he'd yet to have the time to work out the rest. When the dance comes to an end he bows in response to her curtsy, "The pleasure was mine," he assures before he adds quietly, "When you leave I'll catch up," before he lifts his voice some to say, "Well until the next celebration then," before he bows once more and then, escorts Adrienne off the floor before going to find a drink.

—-

"Oh, I am sure that you would not." Eva retorts mildly to Darman's mention of rushing a lady to the dance floor or otherwise, but the smile on her lips remains polite, nevertheless. With Darman's gesturing about the large room and her eyes taking in the splendor of it all, the music and dancing included, she does state, "The same infectiousness that one would get from a winter ball or masq? The music is there to draw you in and the melodies played here have been quite inviting. Still," she half-turns to Darman now, a hint of wariness in her gaze as she cranes her neck gently to look up at him, "That is something that will be seen." Is her answer to his comment on who will be the 'lucky' one to be the first to draw her to the dance floor. She does wonder as to how long the t'Corbeau will hover about, continuing with her pleasantries still, all the while her gaze remains on Aidric in the distance, waiting to see when he will release his partner and it just so happens that the moment finally arrives. "It would seem that your intended is now free for the asking, Sir Darman."

—-

Dawn sips her wine, gently watching along the crowd then. The members of the Church talking with the rumored Prophet has her attention, though far as she is from it she can but merely passively note their existence, and not able to pick up anything at all of what the interactions is. But it still holds her attention then, until she merely gives up on being able to decipher any of the contact as her eyes go back to wandering to watch the couples on the dance floor.

—-

There is a stifled laugh, as Leander elbows Samwell gently in the ribs. "Will you look at that?! That devil pulled it off!" There is certainly a deep respect in Leander's voice as he watches Raimond lead the Alhazredi guest to the dancefloor. "You know what this means, don't you? There will be no living with him unless I do something equally as daring, if not moreso." A shift back towards Samwell…"So, what do you suggest? How would you try to top that?"

—-

Destrian appears satisfied to wait out the dancing for now, and finds a spot in the room where he can listen to the Prophet, a curious expression on his bearded features as he stands to the side.

—-

After finishing off his first drink in hand, Elrick had taken a new glass of wine from a passing servant and departed the main hall for a bit, with the proper guard escort as the night's decorums dictated. He had decided to take in some fresh air and only when his glass of wine is nearly empty does the t'Tremaine reappear through one of the doors. His gaze appears to be searching, no doubt for another servant to appear, but also to see how the nobles are currently situated.

—-

Samwell gives a quiet applause to the Giraldi knight. "Honestly? I do not know. That was a bold move, and while luck and success are the only things that separate the stupid from the brave, it did work." He then shrugs, "However, out of principle I have to say that it was luck on his part!"

—-

Pleased, humored even, at Bella's response, Raelyn warmly tells Michael, "My own. Lord Stephen Greycen and I shall be wed, after the Tournament. And then for some time we shall return to Ironhold to accustom ourselves to our new titles, and duties." Though she's certainly been training for such.

Briefly, her eyes trek to follow Raimond, watching with curiosity the man's bravado in approaching the foreign visitors. "That is one country I would dearly love to visit. I hear such wonderful things," she says to those about them.

—-

Adrienne's eyes meet the Carling's gaze after his quieter addition, that smile of hers deepening for a brief moment in acknowledgement of it. "Many days of celebration are ahead of us," she remarks politely, as he escorts her off the floor and then leaves her standing there. Green eyes drift about for a moment until they find Emilia. "A grand feast," the freckled Cassomir remarks to the touched one. "Marking the beginning of new times." Her expression slightly pensive, as she accepts a goblet of wine from a servant, her attention still on Emilia.

—-

If there is anything unusual or odd in Clara's manner of returning his greeting, Darman does not seem to note it, or acknowledge it. Of course from his perspective, the oddity is in familiarity! Whatever the case, and though he is, generally speaking, always a man of ready smiles, the Princess is offered one that is a little more muted and yet somehow more sincere. "You've done a most amazing job here today, your highness. Though I can only speak for myself, I am confident that it is quite inspiring to all." Whatever the reason for those particular kind words, his attention soon falls back to Eva and then, in turn, to where Eva makes an effort to direct his own focus. Darman glances over at the woman newly freed of the dance floor, but then comments, "Ah, but she is with some family now, it would be more unseemly to go butt in on that I think, than to rush you. So I might. Well, at least if her former partner does not show up here first, to claim the spot - surely it must be he you are waiting on, if you are waiting so diligently, rebuffing all others?"

—-

"I'm not entirely sure there are any waiting for a dance, M'lady." Gawain says with a bit of a grin, "But, I could use a glass of wine before another dance, I've decided, if none have hauled me off we could go for another song." He says with a nod, he gives a smile towards Destrian. "So cousin, is there a story about Lady Emilia wounding your feet I haven't heard?"

—-

Michael smiles at Raelyn's admission, "Then may the One smile on you both," he offers with a raise of his cup. Bella too adds her own, more secular, congratulations putting a hand on Raelyn's arm and giving Stephen a look before she adds in a false whisper, "You could have done much, much, worse," she winks the, and smiles winningly up at Stephen. "You as well Count Stephen." Then the l'Corren couple's eyes turn to the dance floor and that particular couple dancing. "Is that Sir Raimond? Never met the man without a helm on his head?" he asks Raelyn. "As bold on the field as he is off, it seems, if so," he shakes his head. "And yes, I'd enjoy a visit to Alhazred," he says before Bella nods in agreement, "I've met a few of their traders, they have very nice things, though my father says their empire is utter chaos."

—-

Dawn goes to watch about the room,quietly sipping at her wine then before finding a somewhat stable place to stand over to the side where she has a good vantage point and can listen to things, picking up the occasional net of gossip and of politics, listening attentively as snippets of conversation go back and forth, seeming content.

—-

"Some of wait or some do not of know they are of waiting," a minor turn of her hand going towards Raimond's having successfully plucked the woman from the table of the Alhazred delegation. Her dark eyes drifting between Gawain and Destrian as the question is raised. Though Emilia is soon accepting a glass of wine from one of the passing servants, shortly after Adrienne. There is just a slight tug at the corners of Emilia's lips as she looks to Adrienne,"It is, Princess of Clara has done of a splendid of job with of everything." Giving a small nod,"It is of a time of new of beginnings." A small motion of her hand proceeds a bit of introduction,"Adrienne, this is Lord of Gawain, squire to Sir of Thaddeus. Lord of Gawain, mine-cousin Lady of Adrienne."

—-

Aidric scoops up some wine to refresh himself, pausing to chuckle to himself as he sees Raimond dancing with the Alhazred, animosities of old and new blood aside, he raises his cup to the man for his boldness, before moving on. As he moves through the party, he nods to this noble and that noble, spotting Thaddeus he nods towards the group around Princess Clara, an invitation to meet him there if he wishes, and then he approaches them, "Fine evening isn't it?" he asks by way of greeting knowing all but a few of those assembled here.

—-

Speaking from the sidelines, but near enough to be easily heard for casual conversation, Sir Destrian tells the Prophet, Hashim Nejem, "Thy graciousness humbles us, Your Holiness." And he offers the man a solemn bow, including the Archbishop in his greeting as well.

"Your Excellency, 'tis an honour. Sir Destrian Rosendal, at your service. Forgive me, but I could not help but overhear your conversation. These words of thine have such colour as to be noticed." Destrian speaks as one giving a compliment, in his own fashion.

"We are the better for it."

—-

While it takes a little bit for Ania Khare to become familiar with the steps of a foreign land's dance, it's clear she's had plenty of practice at dancing in general, as she quickly picks up on it, and before long is gliding along the dance floor with Lord Raimond, with the occasional murmured words between them, at one point causing Ania to look at him with a bit of surprise, and whap his shoulder lightly, though it scarcely interrupts their dance, and whatever it is seems to have her laughing. All-in-all, it seems like it's not a diplomatic crisis in the making, especially since Rosana and Rashad look amusedly surprised at the turn of events when they notice the pair on the dancefloor. Not that they're the only ones, as plenty of tongues are set to wagging after the Giraldi Lord's bold move. He is, after all, likely the first Rivanan to dance with a noble of Alhazred in recorded history.

—-

As Darman echoes similar compliments to Clara's work here for the wedding festivities, Eva listens in silence, her own gaze spent wandering about the room, though she does return her attention, wondering if Darman will ask for the Princess' hand to guide to the dance floor. Instead, his attention is back on her and to his accusations, she looks mildly surprised, placing a gentle hand to her collarbone to express this, "I'm afraid that you misunderstood, Sir Darman. I have yet to rebuff anyone, but truly, the night is young and now that you're original intended partner is freed, I would hate to hold you back from what you had originally planned." Her gaze, too, now follows his to view Adrienne in the distance, but as she does this, she does note Aidric's approach to this little gathering. "Sir Aidric," She offers with a curtsy and a faint smile upon her lips. "It's clear that you've being enjoying yourself this day. Finally hearing your poem set in song, it truly is a lovely piece."

—-

Adrienne smiles to Emilia's comment on Clara's efforts. "Yes, she did a remarkable job. She helped me as well…" The dress matter. "New beginnings, meaning we have a new Viscountess." Her gaze shifts briefly to where she spots Raelyn and she smiles. "And a new King." Her eyes find Jaren, standing beside Queen Alysande. She looks to Gawain when Emilia makes introductions. "Oh, I am already acquainted with Lord Gawain Rosendal.", the freckled Cassmir admits. "We came across each other briefly at the tourney grounds." Adrienne tilts her head a little to the side as she regards the squire. "Are you enjoying yourself so far? My lord?"

—-

"Lady Adrienne! I almost didn't recognize you!" Gawain says, flashing a smile, "You're looking lovely tonight." He says, bowing his head, "I met your cousin briefly a week or so ago, she was showing off her archery skills, quite impressively infact." he turns his attention back on Adrienne, "Quite well, M'lady, the wine is wonderful, and your cousin is quite a great dancer!"

—-

The Lords, the Ladies, the royalty all about and the nobles have Dawn smiling then as she watches the interactions as best she can while staying off to the side, just content to observe and enjoy herself as she tries to keep track of who is with who. Finishing her wine, she just takes a few more steps back.

—-

The Prophet Hashim turns his attention to Destrian, and a smile touched by warmth appears on his well-weathered features as he bows slightly to the man, making a gesture of touching his forehead with the fingertips of his right hand before lowering it to a position perpendicular to his torso, then lowering it. A form of salute or greeting? Perhaps a mix of both. His voice is…powerful. Calm and measured, but touched with the same warmth as his expression, and carrying the accent of Alhazred, though a different variant from that spoken by Ania and Rosana. "You do me honor with your words, Sir Destrian. I do not know if it is grace so much as long since having learned that we are all but travelers upon the same sea, whether it be sand or saltwater, and it would be far better for all were we to join hands and traverse the dunes and waves in harmony, recognizing those things that bind us, rather than permitting the small differences to hold us apart."

—-

"Alas. Would I have reason, and proper, to address them," Raelyn opines casually to those about her. She shakes her head, "But I am no diplomat. I am a Huntress, learning to be a Viscountess." She laughs a little, warmly, and murmur quietly, "And all I know of the Alhazred are the stories we were told as children, of the tales and stories. Much, I fear, which are like most other things. Exaggerated." Though this last sentiment gives her pause, as some memory or some thought comes to mind, just then. "But perhaps not," she says. "In time, maybe we shall learn." Her eyes then fall to Destrian, to watch him engage with the Prophet.

—-

"Well, if it was a bold move that won Raimond his dance, then my actions need to be as equally bold, and perhaps more than a little stupid on my part. Stupid to assume I even stand a chance." Leander slowly rises to his feet, taking a quick draw from his glass before nodding to Samwell. "Well, this is going to be wildly successful or a hopeless wreck. Either way, you will get a show." A somewhat similar comment that Sam offered. Then, adopting his most charming and casual self, the Giraldi knight strides forward to claim his own dance.

And…the direction his feet carry him? Straight towards the Tracano princess.

With all the supple grace of a feline, Leander offers a low, sweeping bow, nearly bent over double from the effort. "Please, forgive my intrusion, Your Highness. I apologize for the intrusion. I am Sir Leander Giraldi…and I have but one wish. I have heard rumours that you are superbly graceful upon the dancefloor. And, it seems to me that it would be a waste to have such a talent present such delightful entertainment without having the opportunity to enjoy it for herself. Would you do me the tremendous honour of escorting you to the dancefloor and seeing for myself if your grace is as storied as they say?" Leander, to his credit, seems quite sincere in his request…and, remaining focused upon the princess, spares himself spying any glances of reactions from any other.

—-

A calm walk allows Jordan to sidestep a few, offering a few quiet hellos to those he recognizes before quietly heading over towards where his family stands. He offers a brief nod towards though crowding around Eva. He remains rather quiet though, offering just a smile while he whispers something to Eva quickly.

—-

Emilia nods a little,"She did of a fine of job in of that of well, you look quite of lovely, cousin." Another nod simply given on the matter of a new Viscountess, a new King…offering simply,"And of a new of Count of soon," upon the matter of the changes to be wrought by her siblings marrying. Sipping upon the wine as it is explained the pair have been acquainted already,"Of aye, she is quite of impressive with of a bow." Though Emilia is soon giving a mild shake of her head,"I merely of avoided of your toes, my Lord."

—-

Green eyes shift between Emilia and Gawain, and Adrienne smiles. "I am glad you're enjoying yourself." His praise is met with a slight twitch of her brows, "Ah… that…" Her lips curving even more at the memory. Her eyes shift to Emilia, a bit of surprise flickering there at her praise. "All of us Huntresses are," she states, "impressive with a bow, I daresay. Emilia is rather stunning as well… She won the archery contest in Pacitta," the latter offered in an aside to Gawain.

—-

Stephen Greycen glances towards Michael as he stage-whispers to him, and grins in good humor, glancing towards Raelyn and noting, "I could have, but I don't think I could have done better." He replies to his good-natured teasing, before looking back towards the Alhazred, and to Raimond and Ania upon the dancefloor, "My family trades with them often. We hear a lot of stories as well, but they are fair in their dealings with us most times. Every so often things can get a bit tense between the Red Sails and their own warships, but it hasn't actually turned violent for centuries."

—-

Despite near overflowing graciousness for Clara, when Aidric arrives, Darman much less politely points a finger at him. "Ah, you see?!" he declares, as if his prior prediction was some bit of magical oracular knowledge. "He appears, just on cue." And then to Aidric in turn: "Lady Eva has been waiting patiently on you, refusing all others, a sight of true devotion." Some or all or none of this may actually be true, but the man does an excellent job of selling it regardless. And then, whilst Eva is pondering his intentions toward the Princess, someone actually charges over to just that. Maybe it's a night for prophetic visions! He probably looks as startled by the suddenness of it as anyone, but fairly promptly turns his attention back to Aidric. "It was, the song that is, well and bards for that matter, hah! But yes, it was all very impressive. Well done."

—-

"I've no doubt you're all impressive." Gawain agrees with a smile at Adrienne, "I've gotten the pleasure of seeing some of you girls in action first hand not so long ago, infact." He cants his head a bit towards Emilia, "I'm curious which one of you will place higher in the archery contest, though. I couldn't make up my mind if I were forced, I don't think."

—-

There is polite acceptance from Clara for the compliments from Darman. The princess remains gracious, choosing not to dwell upon her efforts for the night's festivities. But…then this knight approaches her. Of course, Clara is aware of who it is. She had even defended the right for the Giraldi ennobling…and she has seen the younger lord knight within the Pacittan tournament. But now, here he is…asking for a dance from the Princess? The offer is certainly a daring one, for all manner of Rivanan nobility has seen it…and is watching how the foolish knight's proposal is going to turn out.

And…with a smile that just might be flirting on the edges of a smirk, Clara offers a solidary nod of approval to Leander. "You, brave Sir, are quite right. It would be rather unfortunate if I am not able to partake in dancing as well as socializing. Come, Sir Giraldi. Let us see if my dancing is what you had envisioned." Yes…Clara probably suspects that Leander's line about her being a wonderful dancer is completely fabricated. But…she's up to the challenge. With an arm extended, it is she, and not Leander, that leads the pair out to the floor to partake.

—-

The couples dancing have Dawn's attention for a few moments. Sighing, trying to remember the last time she did such a thing, if ever. A faint and rare look of wistfulness goes over her eyes then, remembering her husband and those days long ago..

—-

Destrian smiles broadly at the Prophet, as if the man's words had had an instant… hypnotic effect upon the knight. The smile fades, but leaves serenity in its place; Destrian has perhaps found the conversation he was seeking all evening?

"The paths are myriad and ever-changing, Holiness," he tells Nejem with a nod. "The learning lies in every step… and steps taken in the company of others, I find, tend to bring the most reward."

He hesitates, frowning at himself for a moment.

"It inspires me to see the world change colour," he goes on to say with a faint shrug of his shoulders. "I regret only the places I've not yet walked - and you speak as one who travels much. Will you sojourn in Sunsreach long, Holiness?"

—-

As to be expected, there is little sign of what Emilia thinks of Adrienne's surprise to the turn of praise. Looking as stoic as she ever does. Though a brow does raise just a hint when Adrienne speaks well of Emilia's skills. But she does incline her head slightly when the archery win is brought, she can’t argue the fact. Though Emilia does note to Gawain,"It is mine-sister, Raelyn, who is usually of placing of highest. But it can make for a lively of competition, even if yet most of friendly." Her dark eyes flickering along as she catches sight of Clara going to the dance floor…No, leading someone to the dance floor.

—-

Aidric eyes Leander's boldness with raised eyebrow and a glance to his royal cousin as the Giraldi knight accosts her, at least until she accepts his invitation at which point Aidric shakes his head, remarking to Raelyn and Stephen, "Someone needs to watch those Giraldi," before he turns to the others, smirking as Darman points at him, "Seems I have perfect timing then," before he listens to the rest, "Is that so?" he asks Eva if she had been forsaking all others while waiting for him. "Well I would hate to disappoint, especially one who enjoys my work," he says before finishing his wine in a gulp. His eyes cut to Darman, "Or is Lord Darman simply telling tales?"

—-

With her brother's approach, Eva's eyes narrow just a touch, her gaze following his movement until he stands beside her now. "You are late." She speaks in quiet tones; some of it may come off as scolding, but it's done in a half-hearted way. Her lips then form a pout to what was whispered and here she lifts her chin in a dismissive fashion, "They've all been very polite and generous of their time, coming to meet with our family." Ignoring much of what Darman has to say, she then states, "You know Sir Michael and his wife, Lady Bella? And Sir Darman, of course…" Being as they are of the same Circle. "You /must/ remember Princess Clara, don't you?" She waits a moment to see whether her brother recognizes the young woman, before her attention is drawn back to Darman, or at least his words to Aidric. "Oh, when is Sir Darman not telling tales?" She speaks out with a light laugh, "I do know that you only just returned from dancing and I would hate to send you back to the dance floor so soon with only minor reprieve."

—-

Michael chuckles at Stephen's remarks before he nods to both him and Raelyn of the Alhazred, "Well I envy you for neighbours, they are more peaceable than our own," he says of the Alhazred compared to the Tirians. "Smell better too by the look of them," a smile then. "Anyhow, I am sure there will be moments to make their acquaintance, sooner or later."

When Jordan comes by to whisper in his sister's ear, Michael gives the man a nod, seems there really were men of the Circle all over tonight.

—-

"Myself and the others will be here for a time, yes." Hashim replies to Destrian, that serene smile still comfortable on his face, "At least through this grand celebration and the contest that will follow. We are tasked by the Shahanshah herself to observe the negotiations of this Grand Treaty that the Kings and Queens of the Edge now speak on. It is my honor to serve in this way." His smile grows a touch more open as he adds, "And yes, it provides the opportunity to see lands I have not yet set foot upon, which is nearly always a most welcome occurrence." He glances towards where Jean-Paul, Louisa, Alysande, and Jaren are now all engaged in what looks to be a pleasant conversation…which seems to end when the royal couples apparently decide they can't be entirely upstaged and take to the dance floor again themselves…only this time Jean-Paul with Alysande, and Jaren with Louisa. Though as with Raimond and Ania, they refrain from the "peasant" dances…though given Jean-Paul's reputation he might already be familiar….

—-

Ah yes, of course, how could Jordan not say anything to a single soul besides his sister. He offers, in return, a brief nod towards Michael, as well as Darman, "I am not late, I am fashionably.. ok yes, I am late. I had somethings tie me up and I arrived as soon as I could, clearly." Yes, he will leave it there as a reasoning, being rather vague in details. Though, a moment later he looks towards the floor to watch a moment as Jean-Paul and the rest of the dancing couples go to and asks, "And have you done any dancing just yet, or are you decidedly refraining from upstaging everybody?" A slight jest, perhaps to poke at his younger sister. After a few moments of watching he turns towards the rest, "And yes, of course I know the Sirs well enough As well as the lovely as always, Lady Bella." He offers a smile and a nod of his head in her direction.

—-

"The truth of my tales is laid out plain before you," Darman pronounces, spreading his arms before him, as Eva and Aidric debate his words. "For how else could Lady Eva be standing here, surrounded and yet truly without a companion, the dance floor yet graced by her feet? There is no explanation for the phenomenon, save for my tale, and thus my tale must be true." Now noticing Jordan joining their ever growing and shrinking but still sizable knot of a gathering, he dips his head in a friendly greeting. "Normally, I'd say turning up tardy is of little harm and perhaps even serves to enhance one's appeal… though I am afraid I must inform you that you've missed quite an unforgettable lot. Fortunately, the wine at least has not run out yet."

—-

"The outcome of an archery contest depends upon many factors," Adrienne explains towards Gawain, and she smiles when Emilia mentions Raelyn as being the best archer of them all. "Indeed." She would certainly have liked to supply more on the matter, were it not that she finds herself suddenly approached and asked to dance by another Rivanan courtier. A slight roll of her eyes towards Emilia may convey that indeed new times were upon them. With one of theirs suddenly king, any as of yet unwed Cassomir has become an even more interesting marriage prospect. Still, Adrienne offers both Emilia and Gawain a smile over her shoulder as she is dragged off for another dance.

—-

Aidric takes in Eva and Darman's words with a lopsided smile. "He does make a good point, here you stand," he reasons to Eva. "As for me," his eyes cut back to the floor for a moment before coming back to Eva. "I am quite refreshed. So, it all depends on you my lady," he says extending a hand, "Yay or nay?"

—-

Gawain watches Adrienne get taken off for another round of dancing and he laughs softly, turning his attention towards Emilia, "I have a hunch your archery contest is going to be fiercer then the joust, M'lady." He says, hmmning softly as he scans the crowds a little, taking another sip from his glass of wine.

—-

Bella curtsies, "Sir Jordan," she greets before Michael chimes in on Darman's words. "Yes, Jordan what happened? Don't tell me they let you up to the library? Eva, here will go green with envy if so," he says with a teasing grin thrown in Eva's direction.

—-

"Come, Stephen. Let us leave these good people and converse with them later." Raelyn takes Stephen's hand, and eschewing any talk she might hear about archery contests and the like, takes her husband-to-be and begins to dance with the others as well, and looking quite happy whilst she does so.

—-

The younger Giraldi might have been pushing his luck asking. But, with Clara herself leading him to the floor? It seems that he possesses the same good fortune as his brother. And, to his benefit as well as to Clara's, the pair are rather graceful together. Leander's fluid grace is matched step for step by the Rivanan princess…and it does cause some commentary to circulate. Granted, it seems a lot of it is in regards to the up-jumped lord's cheekiness in daring to ask in the first place. However, with the exhibition the two are presenting, there may be a few murmurings of respect for the brazenness of the Giraldi. After all, the two *do* dance well together, at the very least.

—-

Dawn turns to watch the Garibaldi brother that is dancing over with the Princess, watching softly for a few moments, her attention still half on the goings on throughout the room, and otherwise just lightly tapping her fingers over along to the music then, gently humming in a quiet way.

—-

Eva refrains from rolling her eyes as her brother now tries to push her off onto the dance floor too, or at the very least, goads her regarding it. Instead, she merely sighs with a shake of her head, "A few have asked, but it would seem that now is the best time to do so, I suppose." Without looking or acknowledge Darman at all now, her chin still lifted in her usual imperious manner, she steps forward to take Aidric's extended hand, allowing him to lead her off to the dancefloor… not before hearing Bella's little jest and in a faux huff, her lips purse just as she is being led away. "I hope /not!/" But soon her attention is completely drawn away and she speaks in a slight exasperated tone to her dance partner, "I hope that Sir Darman did not put you on the spot." As he did with her!

—-

Emilia inclines her head to Adrienne as her cousin gets dragged along for another dance. It was true more interest was being turned to the unwed Cassomir's given this wedding…even the 'touched' Cassomir was being considered. "The archery can be of quite of the contest, but there is still always of a smaller showing to watch of it. People care more for the of the joust and the knightly contests."

—-

Destrian nods to Hashim, listening intently.

"The Treaty is important," he remarks in agreement - with the tone of one stating the obvious, but glad to do so. "I make certain of the colour of my words when I pray for it, and those who must make decisions based on it - that their hands, mouths and eyes be guided aright." The knight falls silent for a few moments, sipping his wine.

"We live for the One." Another pause. "Will you have time to tour our lands, beyond the call your responsibilities, Your Holiness?"

—-

What had been one dance apparently segues into another, and then another for Raimond Giraldi and Ania Khare, though somewhere in that midst Leander earns a brief, hearty laugh from his brother when he spots him dancing with Clara. Still, it seems that Raimond and Ania have rather quickly grown quite comfortable with each others' company, though by the close of the third dance, they finally part, though not before the Alhazred beauty leans up and murmurs something in Raimond's ear that earns a brief look of surprise followed by another warm laugh, before he kisses the Lady's hand, and then parts, returning to the table where Samwell sits, settling into his chair and looking very much like the catlord that ate the canary. Though he's also still chuckling at whatever it was Ania said to him as they parted. He pours himself another cup of wine and sips it, still grinning.

For her part, Ania Khare returns to the table where Kabede and Ghazi remain, speaking briefly with them in the Alhazred tongue before another Lord approaches and asks Ania for a dance…only to be politely declined.

—-

"The wine is that good, then?" Jordan asks, a hand rising to rub lightly at his chin before shaking his head, "I may have some soon but at the moment, I want to see how the Lady Eva does on the floor." The briefest of pauses before a chuckle escapes Jordan and he turns to Michael, shaking his head with a bit of merry enjoyment showing on his features. "No, I doubt they would allow me, though I did try while the guards continued to decline allowing me to go. But, had they allowed it? I'd of probably tried to find Eva and drag her in with me. She'd enjoy it even more than I would, though maybe just by the smallest of bits."

—-

"Goodnight, the two of you," Aidric says to the departing Cassomir and soon-to-be Cassomir as they move off to the dance floor. Aidric is not long in following them when Eva agrees to the dance. As he departs with her, he shoots a smile to Darman, his way of saying thanks. "What? Of course not, though it seems he fairly twisted your arm, though I can't say I am too unhappy to be the beneficiary of that effort," he offers with a smile as he begins to join the dancers with careful deliberate steps.

—-

It would seem that at last all of Darman's nagging and teasing has paid off… for Aidric, at least. "You see, I never speak falsely," he calls after them in some vague triumphal fashion, and then looks to refill his cup before rounding on Jordan. "Well, it's local," he'll say of the wine. "That seems to have been some little point of pride, that while this night might be a blending of two kingdoms, the vintages were all Rivanian. Yet, still, they're not bad." And considering the long drink he takes on the fresh goblet, good enough to indulge, or even over-indulge in.

—-

"Many believe it so." Hashim replies to Destrian, and it does, as you say, have the potential to change the colour of the world. As for those making the decisions…." He looks again to the royals on the dance floor and smiles, "It seems the architects, at least, are of an accord. It is a hopeful sign. What will remain to be seen is if those who then build the structure atop that foundation they lay may find peace among and within themselves." A brief pause before he notes, "I have hope for you all. Tempered with a bit of caution, perhaps, but hope nonetheless." He considers Destrian's next question, "I do not know. I know we will be here for a time, and we will be in Pacitta for a time. Where we might wander between those remains to be seen. Would you recommend any places in particular within this Kingdom?" He queries of the younger man, looking curious.

—-

"You're probably right, though with the famed Huntresses all here, I can't imagine it will be that much of a secondary show!" Gawain insists, shrugging a little bit at Emilia, "Truthfully, I don't imagine there will be anything that doesn't draw a large audience!"

—-

Michael nods, "The wine is good," he says, as he watches the southerner and Eva depart. "Are you up to something?" he asks Darman, before he turns back to Jordan, "Anyhow, we should find you some wine to get those books off your mind. Plus, I saw Elrick about earlier, we should find him, make this a proper Circle gathering," he sips his wine, finishing his cup. "And find more wine, for the same reasons."

—-

Alina l'Saigner and her husband Gabriel have been more observing the festivities than truly being a part of them, though not so standoffish as to draw overmuch negative attention their way. That Alina has not demanded her husband join her on the dance floor yet… well, perhaps it is just a desire not to run into another couple on the floor. Or perhaps its just a lack of desire to dance due to the early days of her second pregnancy. Given that there's no discomfort in her countenance as she occasionally glances to see who is out on the dance floor, even when her eyes pass over Prince Tristan and his betrothed, it seems more likely the heir to Lonnaire is simply saving up her energy for later.

She and Gabriel will speak politely to any who come over to do so, though as of yet they haven't gone to do much overt mingling yet.

Elaida settles down in a chair at their table after Tristan and her finish dancing. At least the rogue had allowed her a couple of reasonable dances along with the scandalous Rivanan ones she could barely keep up with! But still, she regards him with obvious fondness, if not a fair amount of blushing.

—-

As others come and go, Dawn of Bazan is content to just watch the dancing, humming along then as she moves over towards one of the seats then to rest and watch then. Closing her eyes and content to just listen then to the tunes and individuals enjoying themselves.

—-

Jordan shakes his head just a bit, a wry grin forming on his lips, "So a local blend then?" He asks even as he's getting a goblet of the wine to try himself. Sniff, sniff, sip. A few moments pass before nodding finally, "Ah, it definitely isn't the usual but it's not bad to say the least. And I don't have.. too many books on the mind right now, just a few I've been curious to glance at but another time, perhaps." His brow raises just slightly, "Elrick's running about too? Lead on, perhaps we'll see Adem or anybody else as well here."

—-

Elrick's own circle appears to be rather wide tonight as he is not staying in one particular area for too long, no doubt just dropping off formal greetings and exchange of necessary pleasantries with those who wishes. Also some extra words of sportsmanship received and offered from knights he may have faced off against in past tourneys, as he was a known Tourney Knight in the past. As his glass of wine disappears, his mission changes, as he tracks down a servant who has a tray of refills. Taking one without much word of thanks to the commoner, Elrick happens to be not too far away from his fellow northerners.

—-

Hearing Aidric speaking to a departing couple, out of mere curiosity, Eva has to ask, "Friends of yours?" Though she is being led off onto the dance floor, there is no hesitation here as she may have put up with Darman. In fact, she looks more relaxed, if that's even possible for the rather uptight young woman and for all of her resistance, she was looking forward to a lovely dance. The t'Corbeau was right, the music did have the power to move one's soul. When they begin their steps, it is clear that Eva is a natural on the dance floor, at least for those dances which she is most familiar with. She moves with grace and ease, her small form sweeping alongside that of her partner. "Well then, it is an honor to have this first dance with you, Sir Aidric."

—-

Darman gives a mild, slight shrug at Michael's inquiry. "I am -never- up to anything other than enjoying myself among my friends, and seeing them do likewise," he will claim with the somberness of a holy oath. "I only met that fellow dancing with her the other day, just after I'd arrived and was checking out the local inns. But I found him quite the personable chap, the sort I can only imagine would run with our little circle were his birth to one of our houses. So," and he makes a vague gesture toward the floor. "Yes, more wine and less books. Or even talk of books. It's most ill-suited to the mood." And then, echoing, "Indeed, lead on, let us take this party on our terms."

—-

"It is of just of the way of it, the joust is always drawing of more, even if the archery still draws of interest," denotes Emilia. "But I am of agreeing, I of doubt there will be anything that lacks for of audience with so many having of come to Sunsreach." Watching more moving to the dance floor, partners being exchanged. "Though I have been taking much of your time and should be of allowing you to claim another for a dance, or of allowing of another as you spoke of earlier, Lord of Gawain?"

—-

"Them?" Aidric asks glancing after Raelyn and Stephen. "It's complicated. We used to enemies, now, who knows," he says. "Depends on when you ask." He turns back to her then, and shrugs, "Welcome to Rivana," he says, knowing full well his kingdom's reputation for divisiveness. His brows raise as he finds himself working hard to keep up with Eva's fluid movements. "The honour is mine to be sure," he says. "You're entirely too good at this."

—-

Destrian hmms, and drinks more of his wine before replying to the Prophet.

"I would be biased to suggest Rosley or Ironhold, but 'tis true. I should like for you to see my home, Your Holiness." He leaves it vague as to which home he truly considers 'home'.

Destrian finishes his wine.

"In truth, for one with such a love of travel, there are… other places, wilder places methinks you would like to see, ancient places to tread. Perhaps that is my own bias speaking again, for I find more contentment amid thousand-year-old stones than in a party of unfamiliar faces."

—-

While Raimond might have charmed Ania into three dances, Clara limits Leander's dancing with her to one song. Though, she does thank him for the dance, tipping him a wink when she says she hopes the rumours were proven true. Then, with a polite excusal, Clara steps off of the floor and blends into the background…as much as she can, at least. It seems that her duties as hostess have not yet completed, as she steps towards the back of the hall, catching the eyes of the waitstaff as she relays some requests….once of which is more wine for the revelers.

As for Leander? He allows himself a wry grin as he watches the princess retreat to the shadows. He then turns on his heel and walks back for his table, offering a nod and a wink to Sir Aidric in passing as he does so. Still the show-off, it would seem. It is only upon reaching the table does Leander offer a wide grin to his brother, and the brotherly contest has come to an end. At least, for now.

—-

"They have those here?" Michael says, meaning acceptable Circle members, "Who knew?" he says before he nods about the general state of the wine and of talk of books. "Yes, lets-" he begins before he spots Elrick. "There he is," he says and leads the other two knights in Elrick's direction. "t'Tremaine, there you are, we were just looking for you, we've decided we're all entirely too sober," he waves a serving man over to help them resolve that problem as soon as possible.

—-

"Well, I did say we could dance some more, Lady Emilia." Gawain says with a big smile, "So, shall we go and enjoy a few more songs, at the very least?" He says, offering an arm out to the woman and a gesture towards the floor.

—-

Hearing the name of his House, Elrick turns his attention from idle gazing to the source and when he sees some friendly northern faces, his own lips curl up into a grin. Bowing his head in greeting to each, he adds, "Sir Michael, Sir Jordan, Lord Darman. I trust your evenings are going well thus far?" As for the words of being too sober, the t'Tremaine Heir can't help but laugh in amusement, "I believe being sober in these… formal events is a good thing, cousin. There is usually another gathering afterwards, for those who still have the liquid fortitude to continue, no?" Elrick is no doubt speaking of the after-parties that usually takes place, at least for the younger crowd.

—-

"Of aye, you of did, Lord of Gawain," Emilia have been offering a easy out for him had he wished it. Her hand lightly settling to that offered arm, dancing was an escape from the crowds in a fashion. "Of aye, I would of enjoy a bit more of dancing. Of thanking." Giving along that goblet of wine to a passing servant before Emilia walks with him to rejoin those upon the dance floor.

—-

Eva's gaze rests upon the departing figures of Raelyn and Stephen, being all the more intrigued with the way Aidric describes his relationship to them. "I would say that such complexities was merely court life, myself. It is good to remind yourself that you do not know where you stand when in the presence of others, less you lower your guard?" This is all spoken matter-of-factly, her movements never halting, as she gracefully keeps in time with the music across the dance floor. "I have had quite a bit of practice and while dancing has never been as strong a passion for me as reading is, I do enjoy the gracefulness and elegance of the art."

—-

Jordan gives a brief nod in response towards Elrick, "Sir Elrick." And then adds after shaking his head briefly, "There is nothing wrong with, at the very least, starting now and early." He points to the goblet in his hand and quickly raises it to his lips, "You don't have to be entirely enjoying the wine, just enough to relax yourself before any other festivities kick off, am I not right?" The later part directed towards Michael and Darman as everybody seems to come to rest. Though, he does glance over to check and ensure his sister is fine in her dancing before glancing back to the group. Nothing like being the big brother to ensure all is well.

—-

"I think we're all enjoying it enough for what it is," is Darman's answer as the group now moves en masse to collect its remaining member. "Which is to say, a grand, elegant affair, that… as you say, may dictate a certain level of propriety that spoils what could otherwise be a far grander time. And though I'd tend to agree that throwing up on a newly-minted King's shoes is probably a bad idea, I think we're late enough in that we can- yes exactly -" and he nods at Jordan, "that we can start getting warmed up now, and then see where the night takes us. I am always up for a good after party." In fact, given his say, he tends to lead them to the least proper locales.

—-

"Ahh." Hashim replies to Destrian with a chuckle, "I have some familiarity with old stones. And these days also with old bones, which makes traveling the former a bit more difficult than it was in my youth." He grins a touch, "So I would gather then, that you are a Gate-Finder? I most often find that young men who take curiosity and comfort in the remains of antiquity are drawn to that profession. But as for unfamiliar faces, they are only unfamiliar until one comes to know them. But a few minutes ago, we were strangers, and now we are not, and both enriched by that change, for you certainly seem comfortable enough." He glances past Destrian, where Rashad Behzadi has gestured to get his attention, "Ah, but now I fear I must leave you, Sir Destrian. Know that I have been honored and pleased by this conversation, and if the One God is kind, I will find many others in these lands who do not inherently mistrust that which is different." He makes that same gesture he did earlier, and concludes, "May the One bring you peace and joy this day, my friend. Until our paths should cross once more." And with that, the Prophet moves away, back near Rashad and Rosana to speak with them, clearly both familiar and friendly with the pair.

—-

Michael nods, "Your caution does have a place, Elrick, though just not here and now," he says with a laugh. "Though yes, we want to avoid on vomiting on any royal shoes, their king's or our own," he says, with a glance out at the dance floor where Jean-Paul is dancing with the Rose Queen still. "Though by rights Jean-Paul should be the one vomiting with us," he says remembering the good or bad old days depending on how one looked at them, when Jean-Paul was counted among the members of the Circle, "Oh well, there will be plenty of parties after this I'm told, all the Rivanan manses will be having them, plus a general revel in the marketplace, any one or all of those parties would suit me fine."

—-

"I am indeed a Gatefinder."

Destrian bows deeply to the Prophet, then does his best to mimic the same gesture that the Prophet gave to him. He smiles, warmly. "Thy words shall not return unto thee void, Your Holiness," he replies with humility. "May the One bless thee. May the One keep thee. May the One make His face to shine down upon thee and bring thee peace."

His smile widening, the Gatefinder nods once more to the enigmatic Prophet… and departs the hall.

—-

It isn't surprising that Elrick is more cautious now than he usually is at festive and formal gatherings in the north, the t'Tremaine's feelings towards their southern neighbors isn't exactly a closely guarded secret due to their past. But with the other northerners here, he is more than able to loosen up as he holds up his own glass of wine with a grin, "I'm always warmed up and ready to go, have had much practice when I was more of a tourney knight."

—-

Aidric nods, "Yes, one of our poets of old described court as 'shifting sands'," he says, "An apt analogy. Anyhow, I assume things are much the same in Rovilon, I mean, no kingdom can be as truly united as Couviere looks from outside, can it?" he says, "Well, I would be curious to see what your true passions are if dance is just a passing fancy," he says keeping up with effort.

—-

As the pair step and spin and step again in dance, Eva catches glimpses of the going-ons around them, noting her brother's retreat to follow the rest of his faction-mates, though her attention doesn't stay on him for long. She trusts him enough not to get himself into too much trouble. Moving with ease, the skirts of gown rustling and billowing about her with each step and spin, the tiny dancer takes the moment to briefly contemplate Aidric's words without missing a step, "United, certainly. Though there are still little complexities within even the most perfect of kingdoms. As for my true passions, I think it would hardly be any fun watching me go through book after book in record time? What about you, Sir Aidric, is writing your first passion?"

—-

"I suppose where would the fun be without complexity," Aidric says as they move about the dance floor. Aidric is quite proud he's keeping up, even if he is a little flushed with the effort, "Yes, that's not much of a spectator's sport. Hm, writing? Yes, you could say it is my first passion, certainly one of my earliest. There hasn't been much time for ought else. So, besides reading and dance, what else for you?"

—-

"My vote is for all," Darman echoes Michael, if perhaps quite unnecessarily. "Or at least, as many as we can fit in before we're declared missing by our relatives and they start sending out search parties, and preferably with enough time left to spare on seeing how Rivanian wenches stack up to the northern variety." Promptly he grabs another cup off a passing servant and hoists it up. "So here's to that, to the newlyweds, and getting a good head start on a proper tour of the south!"

—-

Jordan just sighs at Darman as he drains the first cup before fetching another from a passing runner. "So my bets are, half a town over and only half his clothing left to him." He turns to Michael, perhaps, offering the wager to him, "Since I've seen already, I think, three cups down in the short time I've been here. We'll never catch him either, at this rate." He nudges Elrick a slight bit, "And you have to be sure to catch up too. Or at least, let me catch up some to you all since I arrived a bit late."

—-

"Good to hear," Michael says to Elrick before he claims a cup and raises it in response to Darman's toast. "The newlyweds and a good head start!" he says before chuckling for Jordan's prediction. "I am not sure if that's a winning bet for me, I know Darman too well," he says before Prince Martyn begins the official toast, "Shhh," he says to the others, "Once this is done we can slip out."

—-

And after much revelry, and a day filled with ceremony and celebration, Prince Martyn Tracano stands at the royal table at a subtle indication from Alysande, once she and Jaren (and Jean-Paul and Louisa) have returned from their dances. When the next song comes to a close, makes a gesture for the players to pause. It would seem Darman's toast was well-timed, for when attention is directed Martyn's way, he manages not to stammer or blush as he speaks, since well, it'd be awkward for someone to give their own wedding toast, in the case of Alysande, and so it falls to her eldest cousin and present (though hopefully not for long!) heir-apparent.

"On behalf of House Tracano, and the Crown of Rivana, I thank you all for joining us this evening. But now, I suspect that our majesties are likely ready to retire." He lifts his cup, smiling and calling out more firmly, "And so I ask you all to join me in lifting my glass to them, and to a prosperous and fruitful union for not just themselves, but all Rivana! To Queen Alysande and King Jaren! Long may they reign!" And with the no-doubt following cheers and "hear-hears" and clinked cups (The cups are, by the way, a very nice and elegant souvenir for all to take home: A silver dragon's claw with gold-tipped talons, clutching a crystal goblet, the bottom of the base finely etched with the Rose Queen's personal seal and the date. One can only imagine the expense of One knows how many jewelers and glassblowers who were set to work making them (and good thing the wedding happened on time!)), Jaren and Alysande rise from the table, and proceed out of the great hall, under the swords of the Royal Lancers, who line their path and raise their weapons in salute. The pair is arm-in-arm and all smiles as they go, silently bidding their guests good night, and off to enjoy what remains their first night together as husband and wife…or perhaps equally likely to collapse into bed after a long and pleasantly tiring day. In either case, their departure marks the end of any formalities, though the musicians once again take up their songs once the royal couple has passed, making it clear the guests are welcome to continue celebrating until they've had their fill…and as is custom, once they're done it'll fall to the Palace servants to not only clean up the mess, but to bring their own families to enjoy the copious leftovers and celebrate in their own fashion….

And thus concludes the royal nuptials of Rivana.

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