(1865-09-03) Darnis Banquet
Darnis Banquet
Summary: The banquet and Awards ceremony.
Date: 09-03-1865
Related: The Archery, Melee, and Joust logs, as well as the other two Four Corners contests.
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Gabriel  Tavi  Tristan  Alina  Alessa  Jaren  Henric  Emilia  Raelyn  Kira  Julieta  Bryad  Bethany  Kaicee  Letholdus  Claire  Jarret  Brennart  Lianna  Kylier  Leof  Sebryna  Elrick  Talia  Eisen  Corvin  Marcus  Elettra  Cathrynn  Amadeus  Myrana  Sorcha  Anjin  Adelaide  

Darnis Fortress Palace

Unlike the fabulous manses of the Nobility of Aequor and Galenthia with their portraits of consanguine royalty lining the halls and the smell of vaunted history oozing up out of the walls and floors, the palace of Four Corners gleams with new, dangerous vigor. Polished ironwood floors from Galenthia, silk wall hangings from Fiorello, intricate wool rugs and embellishments of milky ivory from Parthia, beautiful green glass from Kentaire, furnished lavishly and with no thought to expense… The colours are rich and dark, and the smell of rich dark tobaccos, amber and vetiver, chocolate and salt tug at the senses. Meals are served on plates of gold-painted porcelain and drinks in crystal cut in diamond patterns, and everywhere there are vases of dripping red roses and bowls of sweet strawberries and portyguls.

Servants dressed in white move silently about their tasks, waiting faithfully on local Senators and council members, wealthy merchants and favoured guests. Banquet rooms and private chambers, halls softened from echo by thick carpets and doors with well-oiled hinges and polished brass fittings. Thick velvet curtains and alcoves to share a word in private. From outside will call the toll of the hour bells, but they seem a distant thing, muffled and alien to the luxurious hush… but despite all of this, it manages to somehow be just a little chilly in the Palace, as if the omnipresent green glass windows were leeching heat from the fireplace and bone alike.

09-03-1865

The Tournament is over, and during that time the holiday of Emperor's Day has come and the City fo Four Corners, with much to celebrate postponed it. To today. Streamers in the fiery colors of the First Emperor of the Vir Sidus Empire, the father of the Civilized West, Darius Firebrand, line the walls, and elegant candles all spout exotic colors. Greens, Blues, and the traditional fires dot the tables from teh candles, while the torches blaze high and merily in vibrant oranges, reds, and yellows.

An incredible sideboard is laid out consisting of three long tables covered in swags of flowers and fragrant herbs and fanning greenery. Platters are raised on stands so that they stand in attractively staggered layers among all the colour and fanfare.

Here is a mountainous platter of cast iron still smoking and bordered in blonde wood where enormous grilled prawns in shells of cherry red splashed by white and gold markings sizzle in a sweet, spicy chile sauce garnished with bright green ganbel melon.

Capons roasted a mouth-watering golden hue stuffed with apricots and peaches are arranged on a bed of deep green kale. Saffron rice studded with fruits and nuts catches the juices and sends its delicious fragrance out through the chamber.

Above all these is a magnificent sword-fish that takes up much of the central table, baked in a flaky pastry skin with slivered white almonds for fantastic scales and decorated all along its length by sprigs of rosemary like the grasses of the sea.
On either side there are candied apricot gems and fresh portygul slices and spiced wine to make a refreshing temptation. Pitchers of new dark beer are here as well, decanters of summer wines and brightly coloured coolers for those who would rather not imbibe.

Frederick Tyres, the Chancelor of Four Corners sits in the high seat, over looking the entire scene. He puffs on a Pipe, and fragrant tobac drifts down from his seating. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Nobles and Knights, welcome! Today we celebrate Emperor Day! Today we celebrate both the Darnis Tourny Champion and the Senatorial Champion!!" He waits for an applause to die down and smiles, taking a few elegant puffs on his Pipe. "So! Come. Eat. Be merry. Dance, and enjoy! Today we celebrate!"

And with that, the banquet has begun.

The younger Cassomir brother, Sir Henric Cassomir, arrives (wait for it)… on time! Amazing right? Not only that, but the Royal Lancer has a young lady on his arm, that of Lady Kira Romante. They're dressed to match. Lady Kira Romante has her lean frame wrapped in a deep forest green dress, with her hair bound up and wound with glossy black ribbons. Henric's dressed in a black formal uniform of the Royal Lancers, wearing an overcoat slashed with green on the sleeves and boasting studs and embroidery of silver on the hem of the overcoat and on the black tunic underneath. They carry a light conversation inside to the ball room, Henric walking with his one arm behind his back, the other offered so that Kira can hook her arm around and through it.

Henric turns a glance to Kira, "I'm certain there will be a table reserved for the… winners of the tournament… and I do believe, that is where we'll be going, unless they didn't do that this time." He nods to the servants that attend to the ball and welcome them in, further remarking to Kira, "Are you partial to wine, or perhaps a cider? I'm not anxious to sit yet until we have to, for dinner." Assuming that she'd be interested in the lighter varities of drink offered, though he does amend, "Unless of course you would prefer a stout ale or fine brandy. Whatever you like, I'm here it is here." A pause as he notes the welcoming from the Chancelor, offering a polite and subdued clap for the most part, once it's obvious they must.

Elettra may not be technically a noblewoman and is not a knight, but wealth and even illegitimate family connections go a long way, she prowls the crowd and, after offering a deft bow toward the announcement, secures herself a glass of wine. This is sipped from as she halts and shifts her weight to one foot, considering the other attendees as she lifts and contemplates the contents of her glass.

Leof is entering quietly with her arm twined with the man who escorted her, quietly and self conciously checking her silk gown - a gift beyond her normal means. Her fingers smooth her silk, her hands going together to clap for the announcement, her weight leaning in to quietly talk to the person beside her. "I am so glad we were on time. I'm so sorry for taking so long to exit my room. I got quite nervous, you have my gratitude my lord." she offers up to Marcus, bowing her head to him and gently moving towards the drinks, the crowd, the importance? A little alcohol is needed to ease her nerves!

Tristan Romante is wearing an outfit that could be considered downright scandalous. An ensemble of a black doublet and hose are worn, made from the finest fabrics. These are worn underneath a knee-length coat that is black in color that is fastened at the front by a series of silver buttons in the shape of roses. Embroidery can be found along the cuffs, and on either side from the collar and down the front to the end of the coat, and then all the way around in two colors: purple and blue. Purple roses are spaced in even patterns, with blue stems (and thorns) connecting each of the roses. Attached to his chest is a silver brooch with the sigil of House Romante on it, around this brooch, the favor of a Lady of House al'Sylenthar has been folded and styled into a large black, purple and blue rose.

If the scandal of the Romante lordling wearing the colors of the al'Sylenthar wasn't enough, the addition of the woman on his arm— herself the heir to House al'Sylenthar might be worse. Alina is dressed elegantly and suitably as fashionable as her escort: in a gown of the richest emerald-colored cloth, with full skirts, layered sheer over solid; flowing out from underneath a tightly-fitted emerald-green bodice of silk with whirling embroidery of gold in the fluer-de-lis and lightning bolts of her house. The gown is sleeveless, so to speak, leaving her decoutage and shoulders bare, though a pair of cuffs on her biceps hold flowing sheer fabric that creates a false 'sleeve' over green lace gloves. Between her breasts is pinned an emerald, ruby, and silver brooch in the shape of a rose, a trinket she had worn quite often in the past several weeks. A trailing necklace of silver set with black, violet, and sapphire stones graces her neck, with matching haircomb holding her hair back from her face… though her hairstyle is not as elaborate as it is generally known to be, actually mostly down, long blonde locks flowing down her back and giving her a someone girlish look.

Alina has her arm firmly in Tristan's, her other hand resting on top, a brilliant smile on her face as if the world could not be better. "Should we get wine, or find a place to sit?" she asks him cheerfully. "Or perhaps both?" Not waiting for his response, the girl continues vapidly, "I am so looking forward to dancing later, as well. What about you, my lord?"

Kira looks around unesaily as she's escorted into the ball, her body leaning close to Henric, perhaps as a show of initimacy though more likely out of her desire to hide behind him. She puts on her bravest face and nods, "Wine, please," she breaths. She dips her head to the Chancelor herself as her hands lightly pat againct eachother, her fingers quickly finding Henric's arm again.

This evening, for once, Emilia is not dressed up in such a fashion to simply blend in like she usually opts to do. She simply could not look so plain upon her date's arm this evening, it would be such a diservice to the wondereous person who has escorted her this evening. Raelyn. Thus the young Cassomir has taken to a rather elegant silken number of a silvery color. There is a subtle turn of burgendy to the boning within her bodice that draws out her subtle curves, and matches to that coloring within the dress Raelyn wears.. The soft silks and subtle starshine to the dress only aid in accenting the young woman's ethereal grace, and with the way the silver fabric pools about her feet, it is almost as if she glides upon a the surface of a moonlit pond. Her dark brown locks of hair have been drawn up and are held into place by delicate silver combs that contain small starfire opals, save for two loose curls that frame the smoothly sculpted features of her face. A single fire opal rests against her throat, held by a thing blue and silver twined ribbon in the fashion of a choker. Needless to say, Emilia looks everything like a proper young Lady of House Cassomir, and army candy for the Mistress of the Hunt. After all, what are little sisters for then to be the finest of accessories?

Emilia's hand was lightly rested upon Raelyn's arm as the pair arrive to the banquet in properly fashionable time. A mild clap occuring after the announcement was made, Emilia glancing to her sister as they make way to whichever place amongst the tables has been set for those of their House,"It is of looking like they have been of outdoing themselves once again." A faint motion of her hand to the fine pread that has been laid out for this particular banquet.

Tristan offers Alina an indulging laugh, "Of course my dear lady, what sort of fellow would I be if I did not look forward to joining you in a dance?" The smile he gives her is one of his most charming. "For now, shall we go and get some wine and find a place to sit? Perhaps we can run into some friendly company?"

The most unlikely of duo's enter, Brennart dressed in blacks and red escorting Bethany into the ball, "Sir Bethany, I'm very happy that you agreed to attend the ball with me, and I must say seeing you in a gown was quite worth it, still a very imposing figure in your armor as well though." He glances around and all the festivities, "So would you care to go dancing or hit up the drinks and food first?"

Entering, Kylier has his arm out, all right and proper, so that the Lady Kaicee Romante can rest her hand on upon it. A cut of his eyes to the Noble woman on his arm and the hint of a smile comes and goes fairly quickly. For she is not the squire he is used to seeing. Not tonight, she is of Noble birth and her attire shows it. Kylier has on his formal Royal Lancer uniform, save the tunic underneath that has the colors of House Langer. He can't help but to keep glancing at Kaicee. Conflicting thoughts dance across his features as he pauses "I am not really sure where we are to sit." She, a noble, he a hedge Knight but her escort for the evening.

The Lady Raeyln Cassomir is dressed in a rich dress of dark burgandy; the same color that is highlighted in her sister's own otherwise silver dress. Her hair is pulled back in an elaborate fashion as to reveal her face entire and give her a noble look that graces her House's name. Upon that face, a rather warm smile. She looks at her escort, her lovely sister, "Yes, they have," she agrees warmly. And she does not let her sister off her arm; they are each other's escort for the evening and as far as Raelyn is concerned, it is to remain thus. Her eyes sweep the room, "Ah. There is Henric. He asked me for a dance," she tells her sister. "I told him my escort would have to approve."

Marcus does -not- want to be here. Even he, in his eternal expression of flatness, can't help but look constantly annoyed. Too man people. -Far- too many people. The ranger is dressed in all leather. Well, it's hunter leathers, but they are -nice- hunting leathers, finely tailed and while they look like the kind you might see him in the field wearing, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing them while he was actually traveling. These leathers are used solely for occasions like this. So, he's probalby used them all of twice. "It's fine." he states evenly to the woman on his arm, which happens to be Leof. "I cannot say that I blame you. Just get award so we can leave as soon as possible. It smells strange in here. The air feels stagnant."

Dressed in relatively simple, yet stylish clothing, with the colors of House Sokar rather prominently featuring on them, Jarret look around at the people present so far. "Looks like quite a crowd," he remarks, before he smiles to Sebryna as he escorts her further into the room now. "I think this will be quite an evening, don't you agree?"

Henric glances over at Kira as she seems to be sheltering behind him a little, not unexpected but not ignored either. "Remember the few words I told you before and having something to drink will lessen the ordeal." He gives her a pointed wink, before guiding her over toward the choice wine selections - plenty to choose from. Once over at the tables bursting with numerous pre-poured glasses, he selects one that might not be too harsh for the lady, offering it to her, "Try this one. It's a light cherry red. It's not heavily bodied and is sweeter." He'll find a glass of a different and stronger variety, a red, though deeper in hue and taste. He spots his sisters, "Ah, there are my sisters. Shall we go join them? I have asked for a dance from one and I assume the other wouldn't mind it in the least. Of course, saying hello would be paramount to our evening." Wine in hand, he'll offer his arm to Kira again and have her drawn over toward Raelyn and Emilia.

A lovely woman dressed in deep, sapphire blue with brilliant silver boning in the bodice arrives on the arm of a huge, imposing man. The Countess Talia D'Gerou, on Lord Eisen's arm looking utterly pleased to be here. After the two enter, however, she smoothly retracts her arm, and with a curved smile tells the Lord, "Do try to enjoy yourself, Lord. It is a time for celebration, afterall." Smoothly the woman steps away from her escort, to perhaps give him privacy to do as he himself wished, and her time to socialize, mingle.

Dressed in a cream ivory and green dress, a pointed crystal necklace spanning her slender neck, Kaicee Romante is on the arm of a rather dashing Lancer. The squire has put away the armor for the evening and the waster she was known to carry around with her at odd times and is now walking beside the taller man. The questioning of the seating arrangements is met with a quiet smile and she leans in to speak softly to him, her red hair a vibrant splash of color tipped towards his darker one. A gold ribbon is threaded throughout the locks piled atop her head in an attractive and deliberate disarray. "I believe you were a tie in the champion with Sir Henric, perhaps you will be at the Champions table, if not, we will find a seat where you like. My family is here, some of them, and we could sit there. Perhaps a drink first?'"

Perhaps not the most unlikely but close to it, yes. Normally Bethany does not come to a ball with anyone save her family but this time she actually comes on the arm of someone, Brennart of House Sokar which makes them quite an unlikely pair. Dressed in the same green gown that bears the black and red accents, the colors of House Tarris, that she always wears to functions like this, Bethany has gone out of her way to look nice for him which includes having her hair done nicely in little braids that are pinned up to make a crown, of sorts, the hairstyle added to by little seed pearls woven into the twined locks. "Tonight's not the night for titles, Brennart," she implores gently. "Call me Bethany, please?" Her arm is slid though his, as is proper, her hand sttled by his wrist. "What would you like to do while we're here?"

Kira nods faintly, "I do." She reaches readily for the wine, and it's blessed relief from her social anxiety. "Thank you." She looks over across the room to her escorts siblings and nods, "They look beautiful don't they, make sure to tell them so." She notes quietly, offering a nervious smile to both Cassomir women as they step closer.

Leof gestures, quietly at the brandy for the server handling it "Ah my lord, what would you like to drink?" she asks, voice quiet and polite towards Marcus. "I'll have a brandy, please." she watches the man pour the drink in the goblet, holding it in her free, bandaged hand. "They'll make an announcement, we have some time. You have my eternal gratitude for attending with me and easing the stress of the night, my lord Marcus." she offers, gently squeezing her escort's hand with a slight smile.

Despite the lack of any formal announcement, rumors had begun to fly in the last couple of days before the Tournament. It is, after all, hard to hide a large party of Blue Cavaliers and assorted servants coming and going from a certain manor presently being occupied by (most of) the Cassomir Clan. Thus, it may not precisely be a surprise for quite so many when the Champion of the Rose Queen, The Viscount Jaren Cassomir arrives with no less a personage than the Princess Alessandra al'Ramar on his arm. Jaren is certainly in some of his finest, the black doublet he wears slashed with the forest green that gives the combination the colors of House Romante. A White Griffon brooch is fastened upon his breast, but it has a unique addition of being superimposed over a bejeweled rose not altogether dissimilar from what Alina wears. It is, more or less, the badge of his position as the Rose Queen's champion. For those that look closely, they might notice the brass buckle that encircles his waist is artfully engraved with the symbols of House Cassomir, matching the armband that bears that' family's crest wrapped around his upper right arm. Of course, Winterthorn hangs from his belt…he is almost never without it.

Sadly, being accompanied by a royal personage such as Alessa…means that their seats are at the Chancellor's table. He was not terribly keen on the fellow last month, and time has not softened his opinion of the man. Ah well…matters of state.

Whatever Jaren's feelings for Frederick Tyres, he seems quite happy with his companion, giving her a glance and an encouraging smile, before starting to move through the ballroom, catching sight of Raelyn and Emilia, and after a brief moment of perplexion on his face, he simply laughs softly and shakes his head bemusedly at the pair….and gives Raelyn a subtle "come rescue me later" signal while lightly tilting his head towards the long-winded and frankly pompous Chancellor. Oh look here he is. Jaren bows formally and notes with a perfectly polite smile, "Good evening, Chancellor Tyres. You've outdone yourself with this celebration."

"I wouldn't give me too much permission to enjoy myself, m'lady. I'd hate to be a poor guest." Eisen watches as she wanders off before simply turning to wander off into the crowd, taking note of those present and whom they are with. Always entertaining to see which sheep were paired with which wolves. Alas. He acquires a goblet and pours some clear liquid from a flash he procures from somewhere on his person, sipping at the beverage quietly as he 'mingles'.

There is a faint tug at the corners of Emilia's lips that might hint towards a smile at Raelyn's words. The young woman's usually solemn expression otherwise settled upon her features. "I am of sure, that I can be of allowing him of one dance with you. " Her dark eyes looking towards said brother and his date, to whom a incline of her head is offered when the draw near enough,"Of a fine evening to you, brother-mine, and Lady Kira, it is of pleasant to be of seeing you again. You are of looking most lovely this evening."

Dressed in gold and an off white color with a few accessories to create splashes of color, Sebrya is at the side of Sir Jarret Sokar, her hand holding his arm as he properly escorts her into the ball area. "It does look rather busy, my Lord. Perhaps it will be an evening to remember. Thank you for escorting me." If the words are hesitant, it would be brief.

"Whatever you wish," Alina replies to Tristan with a grin. Probably not the best turn of phrase with him, but given the look on her face… a rather pleased one but not an overly intelligent one… she liekly doesn't even catch the potential double meaning there. "Well, or wine first." There's a bit fo playfulness to her grin now.

"There are the two most beautiful women I've ever seen-" Henric boasts as he approaches Raelyn and Emilia, a notable krinkle in his gaze for the tone he uses, he will move to kiss them both on the cheek in order of age, before he steps back and offers, "My sisters, Lady Raelyn and Lady Emilia, and this, is Lady Kira Romante, which, I'm sure that my eldest has already met."

On the heels of a few happy couples, Cathrynn follows. Close enough that it might not be noticed that she is without escort and even if it is noticed, her chin is up and her eyes cast ahead, on nothing and no one in particular. Light dances over the shimmering satin of her gown, the pale cream hue taking on a golden cast, offset by the amber detailing and black lace trim. While her hair is often pulled back in a braid, the long sable locks are drawn up in a loose chignon tonight, softer. She looks immediately for the food tables, one must find the necessities, perhaps not to eat now but when it is time, there shall be no wasting time searching for the sweets.

There's a non-verbal noise Marcus that might qualify as a grunt in acknowlegment of Leof. "Same." he says in request for what he wants to drink. "Then they need to hurry up and get it over with." he glances at the archer. "You deserve your recognition for winning, there just donesn't need to be such a -fuss- about it." That said, he shakes his head. "I delbt with this when I was younger. I'm not a fan of it now just as much as I was then. Whatever you owe me for this favor, I will think of at a later time."

Gabriel al'Callenta enters the banquet alone. He had given some consideration to asking a lady to accompany him, but he had a number of things plaguing his mind right now, and the last thing he wanted to do was become sour company for someone else. A large part of him wanted to head back North and prepare for whatever was to come, but words were exchanged and promises made and now he must stay in Four Corners for a while longer. Perhaps he would run into Ramius here, or another one of his Northern comrades-in-arms and they can share drinks. A man could hope. Grabbing a glass of wine from a server, he then moves to take a seat.

Baron Artos d'Acuto arrives in the hall wearing something he rarely does, very formal clothing. His doublet is black with silver edges. A coat of light grey and black embroidery covers it. He is escorting his wife, Lady Lucia, formerly of al'Sylenthar. The baron scans the room and blinks at the number of people, but he continues walking with his wife, looking around at the various people, until she departs to go speak with some of her friends who came for the tournament.

Tavi is only here for the food.

Well, that and the Queen's orders. He sighs and the Cavlaier looks around, walking the perimeter of the area and looking over every face his eyes cross over. His dark eyes searching as he walks. He finally ends up near the bar, unsure how that might have happened, and gets a glass of rum, much to the distaste of the man behind the counter. Then he circles back to near Alessa, the Princess and the Cavalier leans ina nd whispers. "I have good news Your Majesty. They have Rum. The better news is, nobody appears vicious. Yet." He sips the Rum. "Though this second rate rum might drive a man to viciousness." He peers over to his charge and raises an eyebrow, "Did…. Did you want some?"

Tyres smiles broadly at Jaren and claps the man on the shoulder. "If only you had competed Cassomir!" He says happily as he removes the pipe from his mouth. "The revenue for the feast would have been even grander!" He laughs happily and looks around. "But. We did well this Circuit, I can not complain."

Kira nods to Emilia, "It's good to see you again Lady Emelia, and you huntress," she notes to Raelyn. "Especially outside of armour. I hope you're both enjoying the Tourney well and putting all the gentlemen to shame…"

Elettra, absent a partner, takes another sip of her wine as she watches the arriving couples, studying people in turn with a certain intensity though she breaks off her attention at intervals to instead take minute sips from her glass.

Kylier looks to the Champion's table then to the Romante table before he says "Yes, a drink." That's an easy choice, much easier than where to sit. "I do have to say, My Lady," Kylier says to Kaicee "What would you have, wine?" For him a tankard of the dark beer. One that should last him the entire evening.

Leof chuckles, taking a long draw of her Brandy, waiting for Marcus to get his before moving to a window. "I heard a rumor, my lord, that you can see an Osprey's nest from the height here." she offers, scanning the country side with curiousity, trying to be polite and get fresh air at the same time "Well, the smell is from too many things mingling. Would you like to sit down with me at the champion's table for a bit until they announce?" she asks, politely, a bit less nervous than she had been her first time.

It was to be their first public appearance and despite there being no announcement made, there are perhaps rumors circulating about the Cassomir Viscount and the al'Ramar Princess. Dressed quite elegantly, Alessandra wears some of the inherited jewels of her station, though not in full regalia. Notable absent are the fur lined cloak bearing her house sigil, though blue seems to be the more dominant color of her clothing choice.

The attire of the princess is well made, tailored to fit her frame, An royal blue silk thin strap gown, leaving her shoulders mostly bare. The gown is encrusted with precious gems around the bodice all glinting and glittering with each reflection of the candlelight. Aside from the gems there are minimal decorations, a small amount of dark blue and silver beading at the waist with a corset fastening in the back.

Finger-loop gloves are worn as accessories, a pearlescent white, a gold, diamond and pearl choker necklace with a large sapphire centered at the base of her throat as the only jewelry to be seen save for a gold, diamond and sapphire tiara tucked delicately among the silky tresses, a testament to her station. As they approach the table of the Chancellor, a proper dip into a curtsy is given, head lowering demurely. "Good evening, it is a pleasure, Chancellor." Like Jaren, she seems quite happy with her escort and turns to offer a smile after rising.

Raelyn, as if she and Emilia were indeed a couple, perhaps enjoying the humor she at least finds in it, as well as the sisterhood with her sister by it, seems reluctant to let Emilia off her arm, enjoying the curious, questing eyes that watch the offsetting pair. She smiles at Henric, "Congratulations again, Henric," she says warmly. Her eyes shift to Kira, and she nods. Politely cordial, now, her words. "Lady Kira," she greets the woman. "I hope you will enjoy the evening with a fine a man as my brother is."

Tristan glances over to Alina, his brow raising ever so slightly. Yes, such words were indeed dangerous to say to such a man as he, but not right now at least. "Lady Alina, shall we find some conversation perhaps? Oh, by the way, I ADORE your outfit, I daresay you are the most beautiful woman in this room, if not the entire city. The colors, they just work. That is not to say that your normal colors do nothing, mind you." He speaks quickly, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a way that would sound utterly stupid to anyone who heard him.

"You know, maybe I will run into my cousin tonight, and if not him, another… oh look!" Tristan gestures excitedly towards Kaicee and Kylier. "That is my cousin Kaicee Romante. Do you know her?" Another gasp and he points to Bethany, "And that is Duke Tarris' daughter. We are in fine company this night, Lady Alina." As they pass a server, he plucks two wine glasses up, handing one to his companion.

In pale cream trousers and hose with a stunning cinched doublet with long vertical panels of soft black velvet blocked out with an intricate golden brocade, Lord Brother Bryad Arkanin has managed, somehow, to outdo the outfit he wore to the previous ball, and all on a budget, as well. The black and cream, highlighted as they are by the gold, serve well for a fine but rather muted palette against which the woman on his arm stands out in brilliant shades of emerald, toward whom he angles his head with a brilliant smile to murmur some comment about the decor, or the crowd, or the company, how fine they all are, while he escorts Julieta Scuderio, the Pearl of Four Corners, merrily along through the entry hall and into the ball proper.

There is a touch of a half hug from Emilia as Henric gives that kiss to her check, though she is content to stay firmly attached to Raelyn's arm this evening. There is just a brief incline of her head towards Jaren when his entrance is made, or more so that procession to Chancellor's table, she'd really not seen much of him, even with staying at the same manse. Noting softly to Henric,"You are of looking most of dashing this evening." A quiet response comes for Kira,"I was of not arriving til the events were of finished, I am of afraid."

Taking his glass, Marcus stands with Leof near the point of fresh air. "Likely. It's disconcerting." He's almost never on edge, but he is here, even if it's just slightly. And it makes him want to keep his back to any wall he happens to be near, perhaps an unconcious thing he does. "Yes, let's do so. I'm not here to draw attention to myself if at all possible."

Alina's attentions, though seemingly pointed at the Romante on her arm, subtly note who all is in the room, whom they are speaking to, whom they seem to be there 'mingling' with. She sips the wine Tristan had chosen for her, beaming at him… and catches a glance of her younger brother actually attending one of these functions though… ugh… what is he wearing? She almost chokes on her wine in shock, though she manages to cover it up with a soft cough and a swallow. "Mm? Oh, no, I had not met lady Kaicee," she replies with a tilt of her head. "But Sir Bethany I have made the acquiantance of."

Sorcha al'Mordran enters alone dressed in a flowing gown of a deep purple silk. The gown is is fitted at the top and the sleeves but the skirt is loose and practically floats down to the ground around her. A heavy silver necklace with black stones is worn about her neck just above the collar of the dress. The pale haired lady knight's grey eyes sweep the room taking everyone in with a calm gaze. She will take a glass of wine staying out of the way and watching the crowds carefully. She actually looks a bit nervous, and it shows slightly in her stance. She spots a few people she recognizes and yet she doesn't approach anyone just yet.

Julieta enters, her arm lightly resting on that of Bryad Arkanin, as her hazel brown eyes scan the hall with a tinge of excitement. Today her pleasing physique is wrapped into adress of emerald green silk, falling loosely about her slender frame and adapting to every movement she makes. Moderately cut out at the front hinting at her comely curves rather than revealing them, with a bodice of a lighter shade of green showing off vines, embroidered in a darker green thread. The skirts are slitted at the front, revealing a dark green skirt below, that matches the colour of the long sleeves that leave her shoulders bare, as they start five inches above the elbows, the fabric slightly thinner and of an almost gauzy quality, making those slender arms below visible, at least to some degree.

Julieta's dark brown tresses fall for once almost openly about her shoulders, with only a small portion at the top having been pulled back and tied with a ribbon of emerald green colour at the back of her head. The only piece of jewelry she wears is a necklace, a fine chain of silver that holds a silver pendant of rectangular shape, inlaid with malachit stones representing petals of a stylized flower.

Smiling to Sebryna as he hears her words, Jarret looks around at the various people for a few brief moments. "Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of your company, my lady," he replies to her. "It will make what would surely be a good evening into a great one." A brief moment as he looks to the various people present now, then back to the lady on his arm. "Where would you like to go first, then?"

Kira smiles to Raelyn, "Your brother has been a fine escort thus far and I have no doubt he'll continue to be." She squeezes Henric's arm lightly. "Thank you." To Emilia she nods, "I was thinking about hosting a hunt for those lingering after the tourney, perhaps you'd care to join?"

Seems to be a little fussy about her white gown, adjusting it as she leads Marcus towards her assigned seat, nervously holding his arm "I apologize my lord for clinging if I am, the crowd really does make me feel uncomfortable and on edge." She pulls out Marcus' chair, politely inviting him to sit first. Well, she's trying to be polite. She watches those she knows and those she does not mingle, keeping an eye on who is and is not talking out of casual curiousity. Poor Leof is most out of place in a crowded loud place.

"Thank you, my dear sister, for your words," see Henric can totally do this lordly thing from time to time. He will even offer a smile and a nod, while nudging Kira just a bit to hint at how he's handling the reception at the ball. Like he said. Easy as pie. Though too, is the encouragement he offers Kira, "I am honoured by her acceptance to join me this evening," he tells his sisters, turning to take a sip of his wine. Briefly. He snorts a little at Emilia's softly noted compliment, "You're too kind sister. You both steal the lime light anyway.

Perhaps a dance later, Em?" An offer, since well, last time they had left on awkward terms. He was doing his utmost to act as he is relegated to. He listens with some interest now as Kira suggests a hunting party, letting the women amuse over such things, since well, they were Huntresses and all.

Brennart hmmms as he glances around the ball room, "As you wish Bethany, and I'm thinking we should get some of the food and drink while it's still hot and cool respectively… And before the good stuff is gone but I would most definately like to dance while we're here."

"I've had my time in the sun, Chancellor. It is time for other knights of great skill to make their name on the circuit." Jaren smiles proudly, "My brother, for example. But I am glad to hear the affair turned out a profitable one for you, nonetheless." He inclines his head to Tyres, then glances amongst the crowd, "And I'm sure you have plenty of other guests to attend to, so we won't keep you." Jaren inclines his head to Frederick once more, smiling politely, then moves to usher Alessa away, back over towards where his family seems to have gathered for the moment. As they walk, he leans over and murmurs something quietly to Alessa, looking a bit bemused.

Kaicee hears the whispered words of her companion and blushes before responding to the question of the wine. "I would love some." And then there is Tristan and his date. A proper curtsy is give the two along with a brief duck of her head. "My Lord, My lady." Straightening, she indicates Tristan. "My cousin, Lord Tristan Romante and his escort." She is at a loss there, so she introduces herself. "Lady Kaicee Romante, my lady." A tentative and friendly smile is offered.

"Oh… we must remedy this then, let us make some rounds. I am sure we can drum up some interesting conversations then." There is a glint of something in Tristan's eye, something to indicate that he is up to something. He leads her over towards where Kaicee and Kylier are seated, and says, "Cousin Kaicee! It is so good to see you this night. Might I inquire who your companion is?" He glances over to Kylier with a smile on his face. "Oh wait, I think I remember you. Did we meet recently?" Some might think it odd he is wearing the colors of House al'Sylenthar, but equally odd is his companion in the colors of House Romante. "Might I introduce you two to the Lady Alina al'Sylenthar?"

"…have a drink and then be on our way." The poorly modulated voice cuts through a lull in the conversations. As a few heads turn Duke Xavier Arkanin pulls back a corner of his mouth into a grin. "Ah, with my plan well known that should save me from the trouble of finding excuses to end conversations." He waves off the majority of his escort, "Go and enjoy yourselves, you need only look sober."

"You're not clinging." Marcus grunts, sounding rather impartial. But he sounds impartial with just about anything. "I do not much like the size of the crowd either, but there is little we can do about it. So let's just down, drink, and get through this as quickly and painlessly as possible." He nods at her pulling his chair, the tilt of the head in thanks. In an attempt to pass the time, he asks, "What do you plan on doing with your prize?" he asks, then drinking.

"Then food and drink it shall be although I don't think I can eat too much while wearing this damn gown." It isn't the most tightly laced dress to be found in this room but it is still so tight against her stomach that Bethany barely feels like she can breathe, let alone consume much in the way of supper. Quickly clancing here and there as she prepares to lead her companion towards the food-laiden tables. One glance has her noticing Jaren and Alessa while another has her noticing Alina and her date, Tristan. And yet another look has her noticing the Brother, Bryad, and a woman she doesn't recognize. "I think we should retire after a while and go to the inn for some drinking."

The Huntress Cathrynn slips from behind one person to the next as she moves toward the buffet then she has to smirk at herself, "This is not the forest, Cat, stop stalking," she says under her breath to herself. She's not exactly uneasy in this setting but she's not at ease either. She's at ease in the shadows of tall trees with leaves beneath her booted feet, a bow on her back, moonlight shining in her eyes, not so much candles and sparkling crystal. She looks over the desserts then hrms, no cake, one thing to mark off the list of possibilities, then she looks up and around, spying Raelyn and the others of Cassomir. Her dark eyes sweep the room and she sees other familiar faces, matched pairs, like sets of figurines on a shelf, her mouth curling up in a half grin as she simply stands, people watching for the moment.

"I am of thanking for the invitation, and if I am of about, would be pleased to be of joining," Emilia giving a faint look to Henric in that for a moment. A flicker of something, guilt perhaps, before she looks else where for a few moments. But Emilia's dark eyes do come back when the matter of a dance comes up, giving a small bow of her head,"I would be of liking that, aye. And I have given Raelyn of permission to be of accepting the dance you were of asking of from her." That faint tug occuring at the corners of her mouth, that vague action that tries to be a smile, but just quite isn't.

"Sir Letholdus Romante, Viscount of Alicante and Lady Elisebet Claire Tarris of Griffon Point, both of the Kingdom of Galenthia!" Calls the doorwarden, who presumably has been announcing everyone's arrival, singly or in pairs all evening. (No, there's no nifty floating chandlier - what's up with that?) The Romante is dressed predominately in silvery grey jacarded with griffons and roses in paler and darker shades. Accents are in black with very suble use of green for his House, carefully chosen to go well with the green of Claire's gown. The Viscount looks particularly well tailored this evening, forgoing blades but not boots and spurs. Two Royal Lancers and two Alicante knights discreetly arrive behind them (likely in company with a few from House Tarris) to keep a watch on the couple.

Dus glances to Claire on his arm and smiles a little to her as they enter into the vast palace chamber. He keeps his baritone low, "Are you ready for the hoard this evening, my lady?"

Off to the side of the gathering, not exactly "cloaked in shadow" but clearly holding themselves apart from much of the crowd, stand two folk of the North. Master Corvin Fremont, the bastard son of the Duke of Alasce, and the Lady Adelaide d'Augustino both watch the crowd with goblets of the finest wine available in hand, occasionally sipping and exchanging quiet snippets of conversation. Corvin has a perpetual sardonic smirk upon his face, not uncommon from him, as he watches the various comings and goings. He forces his eyes to slide right off of Tristan and Alina for the time being, though a touch of curiosity does reach his eyes as they sweep over Marcus and his escort for the evening.

"Well, if my brother decided to bring a commoner to the party, and least he chose a winner, I suppose." Corvin asides to Adelaide, grinning over the rim of his winecup before taking another gulp.

"Perhaps we may join, you, Lady," offers Raelyn to Kira, "But, as you can well imagine we've other duties as well." A polite smile, "If duty allows, perhaps my sister and I will join you." Her eyes drift, noting Alina and Tristan Romante. Her lips move into a frown, but she makes no verbal commentary on it, especially considering they're in a Romante's presence. She lifts her free hand towards Cathrynn, and gives her Huntress a warm smile. Then, Emilia's words cause Raelyn to turn her attentiveness back to Henric and Kira, her lips pushing into a smile. "And I suppose I shall be giving you permission to dance with Emilia. But not before I shall, on either count." Yes. Raelyn entirely intends to dance with her sister. She looks aside to Emilia. "And we must 'save' Jaren at some point." She caught the hand signal, "When he's in over his head." Her tone suggests that probably won't be long.

Idly wandering in the direction of the Romante and the al'Sylenthar who seem to be thoroughly entangled with each other, the dour giant of the D'Geroux stops nearby them, offering a nod of his head. "Lady Alina, Lord…Tristan Romante, I presume. A pleasure to see you both in such fine health and so full of energy. It speaks well to the recuperative powers of youth on stamina." He didn't smile, his tone deadpan in its delivery. "I hope that you found the reading material to be to your liking, m'lady…but I seem to be interrupting, my apologies. We can speak more on the matter later." A nod of his head is given to Kaicee before the man takes another drink and makes his way back into the crowd, seeking something else to amuse him.

Bryad seems all well with the crowd the size it is, though he remarks upon it with a knowing nod to Jules, stretching his neck toward her without breaking the pristine and comely posture with which he bears her through the crowd. "Much more well-attended than last month. Though last month, you remember, there was that supper Mister Giennes was throwing— it went so terribly late that some people decided not to go at all. When the Viscount Romante and Lady Tarris are announced not far behind them, he glances over their paired shoulders, lifting one hand from where it tenderly braces Jules' to his other arm to wave his fingers at them merrily."

"It is my pleasure, Sir." Sebryna warms to him slightly and smiles. "I look forward to the evening together, most assuredly." The question brings her pause and she glances around the room. "Shall we try the drinks? Get a little bit of a head start on the evening, good Sir." She notices the other familiar faces and will nod to anyone in the general vicinity.
Leof considers a bit "I plan on putting the purse into savings. I want a better tailored jerkin or better armor if possible, although, I may hold off on it. I also was thinking into savings for when I am ready to make a home for myself. You know when I marry some poor sod who smells of horses or pigs." she offers with a slight grin. "I was thinking I should take another bow so I have a spare to break in and practice with. My injuries changed my stance and I feel I need further practice, I am surprised I placed, let alone won, my lord." she settles into her chair, hands folding in her lap, the flowing white silk adjusting to her frame as she takes another long draw from her brandy.

Wine is gotten and Kylier is about to move towards a seat when Kaicee speaks to Tristan and Alina. About to bring his beer to his lips, Kylier puts the mug down bows slightly as Tristan and Alina arrive. Once family has greeted one another Kylier says "My Lord, My Lady," he greets them both. A smile is given to Tristan "I am not sure, My Lord. Oh, yes, the Inn back in Firen I do believe?"

Adeliade is attired in soft, red silk that hugs and slinks along her petite buile suggestively. She smirks a little to Corvin as she moves along at his side, reaching a jewel laden hand over to snatch a glass of wine off the tray of a passing servant. "I suppose she's alright… You have managed to find yourself the most interesting companion of all the women in the room if I do say so myself though Corvin…."

"And so modest about it, too." Corvin replies, his tone laced with genuine rather than mocking humor at that.

"Adelaide, -Corvin-," Talia's voice is warm, pleased, even, as the woman in the lovely sapphire blue dress approaches the pair. "How utterly delightful to see you both, together. You, Corvin," she says with a hint of amusement to her tone, "Are an especially hard man to track down." And, on the heels of Adelaide's comment? "At least one of the most interesting, at the very least, Lady D'Augustino, to be sure." Humor, laced in her words. Talia's in good spirits.

Tyres bows his head to Jaren, "As you say Viscount." A small twinkle in his eye says he thinks otherwise, but he remains silent. He moves to the center of the stage and holds up a hand, waiting for people to quiet down, to at least a dull murmer before he speaks.

Tavi, duly ignored by the Princess Alessa shrugs an armored pouldron, "Suit yourself Princess. It's not bad after the third sip." He shakes his head, but hsi eyes still scan the guests, resolute in his duty.

Once the crowd dies down a touch, the Chancelor calls out. "And now, I believe we have some winners!" He laughs and gestures to a table that holds the rewards. "The Archery Competition was, as usual spectacular. This time it was won, once again by Leof the Peasant. I believe this is her second win!" He lifts a bundle from the table and calls outm "A masterful Quiver for her arrows, lined in snakeskin amd masterfully stiched." He bows. "Congratulation Leof the Peasant!"

Arriving slightly late, Elrick is dressed in the proper formal attire of a nobleman along with the colors of House D'Tremaine, predominantly black with green and silver. When he enters the main room though, there is a pause in his steps as a slightly astonished look fills his expression. The D'Tremaine Knight has certainly been away from events like this for too long. It takes a moment for him to return to formality though his lips can't help hide the grin of amusement and eagerness in participating in tonight's festivities. It appears that Elrick is without escort tonight, no one to ensure that he remains on his best behavior.

Alina grins winningly at Kaicee and Kylier, leaning against Tristan a bit. "I am pleased to meet you both," she says, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She squeezes Tristan's arm a bit, looking utterly infatuated with the Romante of rather ill-repute.

When Eisen makes his way up to the small group, she opens her mouth to greet him— but before she can say anything, he is commenting. On the damned book he left under her pillow while she slept. The slightest twitch is all the reaction she gives to reflect the annoyance she feels, the sunny smile not leaving her lips. "Of course, Lord Eisen. Tristan…" yes, she used his name quite informally, "Lady Kaicee, …Sir Kyrier? This is Lord Eisen d'Geroux, who has such wonderous taste in books."

Entering alone, Myrana D'Armaz seems to appear practically out of nowhere— when in fact she simply arrived behind a taller couple from Galenthia who had for quite some time eclipsed her entirely. Dressed in an elegant kirtle of bloody velvet with undertones of indigo and lined in gold silk, the young woman is pale as milk with her dark hair down in loose waves about her shoulders and face and falling down her back like charcoal to brush at the skirts of her gown. The dark-eyed young woman walks with her white fingers wrapped loosely about the cover of a slim volume, holding it before the pearl buttons of her kirtle. There is a faint frown on her lips as she looks around searchingly. Inside it is a glut of colour and bright laughter, with the elite of Four Corners and elsewhere moving about like a flock of incredible birds.

The announcement alone finds Claire's fingers tightening briefly on Letholdus' arm, timed right with the deep breath that finds itself taken afterwards. Attired in green silk, the color is deep enough to match that of the Viscount's easily. An attempt on both of their parts. "As ready as possible, my lord," comes the reply softly, tilting her head towards him while her eyes scan the immediate area for familiar faces. Spotting Bryad, there's a smile in his direction while lifting her free hand to briefly wave. It's really a wave of her fingers.

Julieta will lean into Bryad to offer him some words as they walk. "It seems to be even grander than the last ball," she murmurs, as her eyes scan the various faces, from which a great number does look familiar. "And indeed, so well attended." she chuckles softly, no at all intimidated by the crowd. "Just look at those dresses!" When the prize for the Archery contest is presented she looks up, pausing for a moment.

Bidding farewell to the Chancellor, Alessandra wears a friendly smile, though once they depart she glances up at the man whose arm she holds. Tipping her head towards his as he speaks quietly to her, there is a soft laugh and an echoing look of bemusement is given him. She softly returns a reply even as they near his family members, though the gesture brings her shoulder in contact with his as she speaks.

Henric smiles to his sisters and is drinking lightly of his wine, letting his eyes finally start to roam over the faces. Kylier and Kaicee. A Romante over there with a Northern noble lady. Letholdus and Claire. Bethany and Brennart over there. And Leof with someone he didn't know. A smirk for her and then onward, until he spotted his brother moving in their direction. He shifts a little, reverting his attention to his sisters, "Of course later, since I must take my lovely lady here for a tour of the dance floor itself, if she will be amiable to it." He says nothing of the hunt however, knowing that somewhere along the way he'd be busy again. He'll try to capture Letholdus' attention with a head nod if the pair come near, otherwise, turns when the winners are starting to be announced. He claps strongly for Leof and the prize that she claims.

Leof stands, slowly, using Marcus' shoulder to stand, shifting from her chair to offer a true curtsy with her small frame, moving foreward "My gratitude to the tournament and his grace Duke Tarris for allowing my participation in this tournament." she offers in a voice that has trouble cutting the noise of the crowd. At the last ball the crowd had been polite enough to be quiet when the announcments occured. "Again, my deepest and sincerest thankfulness." she extends both hands with the palms up to recieve her reward.

Another pair that arrives and slides in as the chancellor speaks, able to avoid announcements, be it on purpose or not, are Sir Amadeus and on his arm is lady Lianna. Whispering something with a wry smirk on his lips as they slip to find somewhere good to be.

Brennart nods as he glances over the dress, "It looks fantastic on you but I don't know how you ladies manage to move let alone breath in them. Just drinks for now maybe food and drinks at the inn later then?" He glances around at the folks gathering at the ball and hmmms, "Should we go mingle at some point? Or just loot the food and drink and run for it?"

Tristan brightens as he seems to remember, "Oh, yes, yes. Well then, good to meet you again. It warms my heart to know that a member of my family finds herself under your protection good sir." He offers Kylier a bright smile as he looks over to Eisen, offering the man a nod. "Dearest Alina, Lord Eisen may be a fan of books, but perhaps now is not the time to talk about books, there is food and drink and women to be had here, some of them perhaps leading to interesting 'discussions' after the ball. " He says the word 'discussions' as if he totally means something else. Something not to be openly spoken of in polite company. "Oh, they are announcing winners." He claps softly for Leof for winning the archery competition.

"You need to consider a brace if your stance has changed." Marcus replies to Leof on the matter of bows. But it's never bad to have a spare should you need it. I think more than anyone else here, you will appreciate your prize most." the ranger comments with the constant frown on his face. "And use it to it's fullest. It's only when you have little is that you use what you have to it's fullest potencial." Another drink. "I could be hunting…" he shakes his head."

Cathrynn catches sight of Raelyn's wave and returns it in kind, smiling, then her eyes shift as the announcements are made. She grins at the announcement of the winner, Leof, a familiar name, and she nods her head, applauding along with the rest of the crowd. She turns and plucks up a glass of wine, sipping it as she spies around the room again over the rim of her goblet, the wine lowered to be held lightly in her hand, the other hand idly folded in her skirts to tug or smooth the glistening satin.

Jarret smiles, nodding at Sebryna's words. "That sounds like an excellent idea," he replies to the part about the drinks, while also nodding in greeting to those he knows. "I'm all yours tonight, my lady." It's offered with another smile, as he watches her now.

Sorcha continues to stay away from the majority of the crowd. When the archery winner is announced she will clap politely and watch as Leof steps up to accept her prize. Staying near the wall the al'Mordran lady watches the crowd with a calm and one might say carefully controlled expression. Grey eyes flit from person to person quietly observing everyone.

What is taken in of the others presents, who's come with whom, and just what she might think of it all, is hidden easily enough within that solemn expression of Emilia's. But then most might wonder if the batty Cassomir even gives much mind to any of it. Dark eyes flicker to draw her gaze back to Raelyn,"We? I was of saving him of last banquet, it is of your turn to be of saving him of this time." Though surely, shouldn't his date be the one saving him? With announcements of winners occuring, Emilia's hand does shift upon Raelyn's arm in order to clap appropriately! A bwo of her head going towards Leof when she finds her friend amongst the crowd.

Kira nods to Raelyn, "Of course though we all deserve some reprieve from duty, isn't that what the festivities are about?" She asks thoughs he sounds a little uncertain herself. She nods when she spots Letholdus and Claire, her head tipping towards Henric, "A dance, yes… a dance I suppose we should." Her wine is poured past her lips quickly so she can surrender her glass to a passing servant.

With her arm linked lightly with that of Lord Amadeus D'Lario, Lianna has her head tilted slightly toward Amadeus to hear his quiet words and shares a smile of amusement as he leads her deeper into the room. They make a rather amusing comparison, the D'Lario healer so tall and fair and the Sokar healer who is not at all tall and equally dark of hair. She sweeps a look over the crowd, trying to spot her brother and his date for the evening along with any number of other people she is hoping to see.

Letholdus smiles a little at Claire and gives her arm a gentle squeeze back. He keeps his voice low, "You better get used to that. I think it will be announced tonight." So many faces here he knows. If Claire isn't going to take the lead right off and choose to whom they will go and speak first, Dus begins to guide them towards Sir Henric, especially as he is near to several others they knowm including Kira.

Applauding politely with the others to congratulate the winner of the archery contest, Myrana comes up behind Gabriel al'Callenta, her book tucked neatly under one arm. Reaching out, she taps his shoulder. "Sir Gabriel?"

Addie lifts a brown when she hears Talia's voice and she allows a smile to unfurl upon her pale lips. "Thank you Countess, it's so lovely to see you as well. I hope those cuttings from my garden helped liven up your chambers the other evening?" She asks, a tug at the corner of her mouth. "Certainly one of them Countess."

Kylier bows his hed to Tristan "It is my good fortune, My Lord, to be honored with the task of protecting you and your family. If you need my service you have but to ask." The book reference is caught and he lets it go for now. But when Alina makes the introductions he watches her intently before shifting to Eisen. "Sir Kylier, My Lady," he tells her with a smile then bowing his head to Eisen "My Lord," he says in greeting.

Gabriel jumps slightly, amost spilling his wine. Turning he spots Myrana and he offers the woman a smile. "Lady Myrana, it has been to long since we last spoke. Here, sit down. How have you been?" He gestures to the seat next to him with a graceful gesture, his smile remaining. Indeed it had been some time since he last saw this woman. What, two months now?

Henric's clap draws to a fade when Leof moves to collect her prize for her skills in archery. That's when he catches Letholdus moving toward them. There's a broad smirk for the Viscount, "Lady Kira, I believe your cousin is coming to pay us a visit first. I would like to say hello before I swing you around the dance floor. And of course, after the announcements are made." When Letholdus -does- manage to get over to them, Henric will dip his head, "Your Excellency, Viscount Letholdus, it is well to see you here. And Lady Claire," a nod to each of them, "How are you both fairing tonight? You of course, know Lady Kira?" Of course. He was being respectable to his date.

Bryad spots Claire returning his wave and beams at her happily, then turns back to continue strolling the length of the ball with Jules. "Well, I suppose it stands to reason, it being the senatorial ball," he chatters with her aimlessly, mere conversational nothings, but the pleasant, polite ones it's sweet to indulge in at a ball. He applauds well and loudly for Leof, though his face shows a little bit of disapprobation for the manner in which she is introduced, and he leans toward Jules. "Is it really needful to introduce her in such a way at an event such as this? I had thought Four Corners more enamored of worth than title, and she's certainly proven herself worthy."

Raelyn gives a clap for the announcement of Leof's win, "She is, if nothing else, a skilled archer," to the small group she is with. Yet, once such clapping is finished, her arm returns to Emilia's arm. "I do not think," Raelyn tells Emilia, with some humor, "That his escort knows how to save him. It is, afterall, something one must practice at." Yes, she's teasing Jaren. In front of Henric. And without Jaren there. She looks towards Kira, "Were you in particpation of the archery contest, Lady? I did not attend for I first had to see my Huntresses home. And I needed rest." Her eyes trek to Cathrynn again, to see if the young woman is having difficulty interacting with anyone, or finding her niche within the giant celebration. She remarks to Letholdus, with perfect sincerity, "A fine escort you have, Sir Letholdus. A pity that mine is so much finer." Meaning Emilia. Yet, her tone is light.

"I think I'd rather wear armor," Bethany confesses to Brennart with a wink. "Personally, sitting in plate is much more comfortable." Something she found out during her visit with the Queen of Galenthia a few days ago. As the announcements are made she pauses and claps. "So tell me, Brennart. Why did you decide to ask me to the ball?"

Myrana smiles, blue eyes sparking with restrained merriment at how she accidentally startled the knight, though she raises a hand to cover her lips almost apologetically. "It is very crowded," she says, and then takes the proferred seat, her skirts whispering. "I saw you in the melee, Sir Gabriel; you did magnificently, I thought. It reminded me that I really ought to thank you for your kindness on the road to Gendiel."

It'll come. That guiding about the room. For now, Claire's gaze shift sideways as they set off towards Henric and Kira with a short laugh. Nerves. It truly has to be. "You have not seen me run away to somewhere quiet, have you? I should be well adept in dealing with this," she whispers before smiling more warmly to the pair they've approached. "Sir Henric. I am fairing well, thank you. Lady Kira and I are well acquainted, however," she says, looking to Raelyn and Emilia - both happy to see. "Good evening, Lady Raelyn. Lady Emilia. I am so glad to see that you are in attendance."

"And now! The Reward for the Melee!" Tyres calls out with a smile. "This year's Darnis Melee was QUITE spectacular, with an unforseen double knock out." He nods happily and takes a sip off his wine goblet before he continues. "However. One knight managed to stnad above the rest in terms of Kills. Sir Henric Cassomir of Galenthia, claims the Melee!" He cries out and then lifts Henric's reward. A beautifully crafted Lightsilver Dagger with inlaid gold and a ruby in the pommel catches the light. He draws the weapon and shows the room the clearly functional lightsilver blade, then returns it into the finely wrought sheathe and offers it to Henric.

Kira smiles a little to Claire and Letholdus from Henric's side, dipping her head to each. "You both look exemplory this evening, though that's hardly a suprise. Congradulation on your first real public outting," She tells the two, though her voice drops a little. "Are these things always so crowded?" She asks Claire. A blink and she lifts her voice again to answer Raelyn, "No, I wasn't here in time unfortunately. But I hear it was exciting."

Leof bows again, ducking to return with her item in her arms to examine it, she pauses, whispering something to Marcus, smiling "My stance will correct as I finish the healing process. I took a heavy sword to the draw arm, that is all." she pauses to show Marcus her left arm - still stitched but looking far better. "I wear a brace most of the time, but, I don't really need one, I very, very rarely hit myself with the string." she admits, sitting back down, tucking the quiver beside her chair, out of the way.

Sipping His Rum Tavi keeps an eye out on the room, and one on the Princess. He sighs and shakes his head. "I can't believe I paid to enter that tournament." He sips the Rum. "I just wish I hadn't bet FOR myself." He sighs and takes a Looooong sip off the Rum.

"Well, it was good to see you both." Tristan says to Kaicee and Kylier. "We will leave you be so that you may speak amongst yourselves." He takes a sip of his wine and scans the room. "Oh my. It appears my cousin has arrived. My Lady, I must insist that you meet him at once. Come, come." Offering Alina an excited smile, he leads her in the direction of Dus and Claire. His gaze mees Bethany's for the briefest of moments and he offers the woman a smile. Tristan offers both Dus and Claire a smile as he nears them, his gaze taking all around them in.

"\Cousin.\ \Lady Claire.\ My congratulations to you both, and so good to see you both here. I do hope you are both enjoying yourselves. Might I introduce the Lady Alina al'Sylenthar?"

A soft chuckle comes from Julieta at Bryad's remark. "A threatening thing perhaps to nobility to find one beneath their status manages to snatch a prize at a tournament," she smirks, as the fingers of her free hand move to smoothe her skirts - not that they actually would need it. When the winner of the melee is announced there is a flicker in her hazel brown eyes and the courtesan looks up, scanning the crowd curiously. Can it be that her breath has picked up just a tad?

With so many nearby, Kaicee looks between her cousin and the Lady on his arm as well as Kylier. "Yes, Sir Kylier is a Royal Lancer." Though most of the greetings had been made, as well as the introductions by now. "It is a pleasure Lady Alina al'Sylenthar. It is good to see such a smile upon his features." Watching as the man comes by to greet Alina and Tristan, she nods in return as he wanders back off, though she watches him a moment. Her attention is brought back to the beautiful lady at her cousins side. "Well met, my lady." A cheeky smile pointedly to Tristan. "Are you treating her well?" Nodding to Eisen, she curtsies again. "A pleasure Lord Eisen d'Geroux." So many names she will never remember. Ever.

Talia smiles, warmly to Adeladie, setting a hand on the other woman's arm briefly, "Your gardens are the finest in all the lands, or I am no Countess." As yet another announcement is made Talia pauses to clap, politely, shaking her head briefly and muses, "It was a rather brutal melee. A pity you could not have seen it, either of you. A fine display," she tells Adelaide and Corvin. Her smile sharpens, briefly, as she aspies someone across the room. "Ah. There's the Lady D'Armaz."

Moving through the crowd, Elrick had managed to track down one of the various servants that were carrying a tray of wine, plucking a glass for himself with a quick word of thanks to the commoner. Taking a sip, he applauds very lightly and briefly for the first winner that was announced, apparently some commoner peasant. Next winner that was announced receives the same congratulatory motion, since he recalls the Galenthian Southerner's victory. It also requires Elrick to take a longer, deeper drink of wine, before his eyes slowly look through the crowd, knowing most, if not all nobles who are in the Four Corners would be present.

Standing off somewhere close to Gabe is his baby sister, the Lady Genoveffa. Like many of the women present, she is wearing the colors of her house's crest with the primary color being blue. She looks excited to be able to be here but is a bit nervous over the crowd so is trying very hard to be a presence for her knightly brother while also staying out of the way. The winners get polite applause from the skittish girl.

Marcus raises an eyebrow at the annoucement of the title, a light snort the only acknowlegement of it. He doesn't speak for some time, until Leof returns to her seat. "A decorative quiver is highly useful." Is he being sarcastic? Hard to tell, but he might be. "Fairly certain you can do something with that." he says. Yeah, like selling it the moment you can, that's probably what he's thinking. "You're going to tear up your arm if you don't wear a brace enough. A little cocky, I might think."

Alina gives Letholdus and Claire both a winning smile, seeming to be quite happy on Dus's cousin's arm. "I've met them," she admits to him, "but I am pleased to see you both this evening," she directs to Letholdus and Claire. "Viscount Romante, Lady Tarris."

Emilia notes to Raelyn,"It is still of making it of your turn." When it comes to the matter of saving Jaren. The Queen Championn with endless titles, needing saving by his siters. With Letholdus and Claire joining their small grouping, Emilia does bow her head to each in turn,"A good of evening on to you, Viscount Letholdus, Lady Claire."

Brennart nods towards Bethany, "Armor is a bit more natural to wear although I wouldn't know how comfortable plate is haven't ever worn a set of it. But I do know my coat of plates (brigandine) is very comfortable.. And natural much more natural for me…" He glances around the ball room and ummms, "I ahhh… Because I find you to be an honorable person, and an attractive and good woman. But the question is why'd you agree?"

Adelaide winks to Talia and nods, "I'm glad they could brighten your day My lady. I was going to demonstrate to Corvin here the bounty of said garden later this evening if you grow tired of feasting and would like a diversion," she offers, barely glancing to Corvin to see what he thinks.

Gabriel waves a hand at Myrana, a smile on his lips. "My Lady, you don't need to thank me, we were companions in arms on that trip, it is what any knight of Aequor would do for one of his fellows. You fought bravely then, I almost wish we had had you fighting along side of us in that melee. I must say though, Lord Elrick put in a fine performance towards the end. A fine performance. He may not have won, but I think the show he put on was the real winner for the people watching."

"Of course you would be acquainted, many of us were in front of Rook Keep," Henric does remark to Claire, "It is good to see you on Letholdus' arm." A glance to Letholdus, the respect for the man evident, but before he can say anything further, he hears the announcement of the melee. His brows twitch at the remark about the double knock out, "I will need to find a way to split the prize with Sir Kylier…" and off hand remark, before he clears his throat, "Excuse me," a squeeze to Kira's arm, "I'll be right back." He heads toward the front, a hand straightening his collar as he approaches Tyres. He offers a half bow to the chancellor, "It was an honour to enter your fine tournament once again." He had made all three Four Corner tournaments after all, though the second he didn't score so well. He takes the dagger and bows his head again, not wanting to make too big a deal about it.

Leof blinks a bit "I'm not cocky, I have decent stance, you shouldn't be hitting yourself with the string unless your stance is wrong." she gestures with her hand, tilting it to show him what she means "You also shouldn't be torquing your arm, my lord." she isn't sarcastic nor rude. "I wear harden leathered braces that double as guards for falconry." she admits "I only wore a rabbit lined leather brace this tournament because my normal pinkish ones rubbed my stitches something savage." she admits to Marcus, keeping her words very soft and looking just a touch jumpy

Sorcha watches the mingling crowd carefully but rather shyly. The al'Mordran seems a bit skittish and she takes a glass of wine sipping it slowly to try and ease her steadily building nerves. Perhaps crowds make her nervous but either way she watches as the melee award is given before her eyes wander the room once again. She lets out a soft sigh and takes another sip of wine.

Doing similar to his companion for the evening, Amadues does let his gaze sweep the area in search of people, in quite a bit of a crowd. Leading Lianna a bit though as they try to find people. "Find anyone, or anything, interesting?" He asks Lianna with a smirk over to her.

"He did," Myrana nods, smiling at the aforementioned Sir Elrick as she spies him through the crowd. Now that she is not being pressed upon on all sides by taller nobility, she seems a great deal more at ease. "As did Sir Ramius. I'd hoped we might all have a chance to find one another— it cannot be long before Her Majesty wishes us to return to the wall…" Pausing, she peers past Gabriel and looks curiously to the nervous girl standing near him. She can spot a sibling with unerring accuracy, it seems, for she smiles. "Good evening, Lady al'Callenta," she greets Genoveffa.

Letholdus stops with Claire on his arm as they arrive to where there are a throng of people they know. "Sir Henric, what a very fine woman /you/ have on your arm tonight. Good taste." He smiles, "And a good evening to you, Lady Kira." Raelyn makes him chuckle, "One should always praise their partner above all others on such an evening. You do look splendid, Lady Emilia. I am pleased to see you here tonight." And of course, Raelyn always looks good to him. So many people! The Viscount inclines his head politely to each.

Oh my. There is Tristan in the most … outlandish getup. It's bad enough that House al'Sylenthar has eyebleed atroucious heraldic colors, but to see his cousin dressed in them… Letholdus only blinks for a second. He registers that Alina is wearing Romante colors, and then it makes a bit more sense to him what is going on. The Viscount inclines his head politely to Alina, "My, what a surprising combination to see you wearing this evening, Lady Alina. You are lovely in it."

There's the announcement for the Melee winners and prizes. Letholdus pauses to clap lightly for /both/ of them, "A welcome surprise, that."

"I just prefer extra precautions. Just in case." Marcus shrugs. "Though I suspect that your stance is better than mine. I wouldn't assume I could win a tournyment. You're the expert, I'm just…good enough." Another drink, finishing off his brandy and setting the glass aside. He has nothing really to say. It's clear that he's waiting for the first chance to get the hell out of here.

Cathrynn has found her niche, over by the food. She finally decides it's been long enough and she plucks up something that looks sweet, now having both hands full, and soon her mouth as she takes a bite. She can't applaud the melee winners but she does look on to see who it is then takes a sip of her wine.

Kira watches after Henric as he steps away, pulling herself a bit straighter once she's abandoned to her own devices how ever briefly. She claps along when others do, smiles about, wishing she hadn't give up her wine so quickly.

For a moment all of her attention seems to be focused on the winner of the melee. Seeing Henry as he accepts the dagger brings a smile to Julieta's face, and her gaze lingers for a moment longer on him, before she remembers Bryad at her side, and she gives his arm a squeeze. "Oh sorry," she breathes, with a slightly aplogetic glance. "I fear I was distracted for a moment. What did you just say…?" Her gaze goes roaming among those present again. "And, by any chance, have you spotted her yet?"

Claire smiles, leaning forward slightly towards Kira to murmur, "I think there is a greater turnout this banquet than before. Are you managing well?" It's not a secret what the two women discuss, not when she sounds good-natured and smiling. When hailed again, she straightens with Tristan's greeting while her hand remains comfortably on Letholdus' arm - without squeezing it beyond the one time earlier on their arrival. "Lord Tristan. Lady al'Sylenthar. I would say a pleasure to meet you, but we did make such acquaintances before. Are you enjoying yourself this evening," she asks, even on the heels of the announcements finally registering.

Tyres smiles to Henric and motions that the young man should stay near by. Then he calls out, "And finally, our Champions!" He lets the crowd applaud then says with that loud room covering voice of his, "In the Joust, we have a man from our mother Nation, Sir Gabriel al'Callenta, the Red Knight of Aequor!" He claps loudly here and bows to Gabriel, the winner of the Joust. "Sir Gabriel is also your Darnis Tournament Champion. For him, we have these wonderful items!" He then presnets first a finely made and ornate Saddle bag, finely tooled t=leather that leads to an interior made of Partharian silk. The envy of any knight on the road. And then, to match it, he gestures and a man leads in a very fine looking animal. "I know you are of house al'Callenta sir, but this animal is a rare one indeed. Parthian steed, and breed, she is all yours Knight, as our Tournament Champion!"

As Tristan - whom Raelyn has not met, yet, and Alina approach Letholdus and Claire, thusly her, Emilia, and Kira as well, Raelyn's eyes turn on them. She inclines her head to the couple, "A pleasure to meet your aquiantence," she says, cordially, given the fact they're wearing colors of a house Raelyn may have reasons to have some animosity towards. "I am the Lady Raelyn Cassomir. Mistress of the Hunt of Ironhold. I do not believe I've had the pleasure? And this, my sister the Lady Emilia." The beautiful young woman on her arm, that is.

"That there are this many people in one room and so far I don't see that anyone has indulged in a fist fight or a food fight?" Lianna suggests in return to Amadeus's question, a quick grin of amusement aimed upward as he leads her through the room. The smirk on his face nets Amadeus a brief, but light, swat, "Don't smirk. It makes you look like a smug stork," since the stork is part of his house logo she clearly thinks this is a amusing comparison.

When the announcment for the Melee is called, Kylier only smiles before clapping for Henric. He leans his hed to Kaicee "He fought well, he deserved the win." Though it's apparent that he doesn't feel comfortable about hearing the double knockout and some of the attention is turned to him.

"Why?" Bethany looks at Brennart and smiles allmost bashfully. "Because I… because…" This is where things get awkward for her and she looks down, almost missing that look Tristan gave her a moment before. "I do not have many men wishing to have me as an escort for such affairs as this," is eventually confessed. "Actually, Lord Brennart, you're the first. And it would have been horrible of me to say no." Claire and the Templar Romante are seen but she stays put for now, not wanting to interrupt. The prizes that Gabriel receive as do the others has her slightly green with envy. "Goodness. They go all out with the prizes, don't they?"

Kira nods to Claire, "Well enough I suppose. I haven't the urge to run away or stab anyone yet?" THat's a hopeful thing. "Though it occurs to me I was far more comfortable at battle and the camp than here. Is that odd?" She looks over Tristan and the stunning Alina and blinks a few times before dipping her chin, "Good evening Sir, My Lady."

Myrana applauds, her eyes widening at the incredible partharian horse that is brought in.

Henric notes the motioning of a hand that suggests he shouldn't go back to his group and linger up near ther front. He finds a place for the dagger on his belt, fixing it there, since he had only worn his ornate broadsword from the Nylan tournament on his hip. Now, securing that, he listens to the awares that Sir Gabriel lands. He smirks and offers applause for the skillful work of the Red Knight.

"Mh," Bryad moves his head in a short, inconspicuous nod, lips pursing slightly to demonstrate his agreement with Jules' comment, no matter how facetiously it may have been offered up. "Oh," he applauds for Henric, as well, and seems surprised to hear that Gabriel is named Tourney champion. But not poorly surprised, by any means. "Oh, gosh," he smiles impishly as the horse is brought into the ball. "I hope it won't leave a mess on the dancing-floor."

With the meeting of the Chancellor over, Alessandra can almost visibly be seen to relax and she finally glances up from the words she had shared with Jaren. Noticing the Cavalier keeping an eye on her, she suddenly remembers he had spoken her her. With a blush rising in her cheeks, she offers an apologetic smile. "Forgive me Sir." She does attempt to keep her voice low. "I have been meaning, the next time I saw you, to thank you for what you did back home." Of course the assassination attempt is to what she refers, though it is not directly referenced by name. "How are you finding Four Corners?" A smile is given to Jaren just then at the tournament announcement of the melee winners, though she seeks Henric with her gaze, a smile and nod of congratulations.

Leof blushes, bowing her head. "You flatter me my lord." she touches Marcus' arm politely. "I think fairly soon we can task ourselves with allowing you your solitude and me my return to the tower unwise before I ruin my gown." she offers, honestly towards Marcus. Her hands rest to fidget with the quiver, appraisingly. It is pretty.. She stays seated, for now, although she looks visibly nervous.

Ah, and Sir Gabriel for the Joust Champion! Letholdus claps for his cousin, the al'Callenta knight, "Well earned."

Gabriel turns and smiles back at his sister before returning his gaze to Myrana. "Indeed, I had hoped Sir Ramius would be here, I wanted to speak with him more on the situation back North. I will be heading back North in a week or two, if you need a traveling companion, I will happily ride with you. There are some others who plan on making the trip too I believe." He blinks as his name is called and he offers Myrana a nod. "Please excuse me for one moment."

Standing, Gabriel makes his way up to the front to claim his awards, his eyes taking in that Partharian horse, utterly impressed by that animal more than anything else that has been given as a prize for this tourney.

Hearing Kylier's name, Kaicee nods, though as it is accompanied by Sir Henric's, she looks towards him as well. "Well done, Sir Kylier." She would tell Henric later when he was not so surrounded. She has wine. Yes, lovely wine and she lifts it to her lips in a sip.

Alina beams happily at Letholdus and Claire, as well as at Raelyn and her sister. "I'm likewise galddened to make your acquaintances," she says to the Cassomirs, glancing over at the giving of the prizes with a moderately interested look.

"Distractions are most welcome, at times," Talia conceeds to Adelaide. She looks impressed, at the presentation of the horse, "A fine animal, for an exceptional Knight. You should have seen his performance in the joust," the Countess maintains. She watches Gabriel's own impressions on the matter, "But nevertheless, a fine turnout. And some interesting things, to note, to be certain." Like Alina and Tristan, among others. And Alessa, and Jaren, too.

The announcement of Henric's melee win does have Emilia clapping a touch more loudly, and a smile actually dares to show upon her face, a right and proper smile. It is fleeting, but it was there! And then the solemnity is settled back into place. Emilia does give an extra bow of her head to Letholdus when he gives such a compliment,"I am of thanking, Viscount, you are most of kind. It is of pleasing to see you once again." And oh, even more people seem to be joining the group, Emilia giving a polite incline of her head to Tristan and Alina, but nothing more in not being familiar with them. Just that quiet solemn look for a moment, til Raelyn offers up introductions, a soft and gentle,"It is of a pleasure to be of meeting, my Lord, My Lady."

Brennart just shakes his head sadly as he looks at the prizes, "Just… Yeah they go all out for these prizes." Then he blinks, "Wait I'm the first? I find that hard to believe and I thought we were doing away with titles tonight remember just Bethany just Brennart?" He just looks at the horse and the saddlebags and if it was a cartoon he'd be droolling right now…
Kira has connected.

Amadeus chuckles and nods, "Indeed, I'll have to agree with that." He offers to her. Looking down though as she swats, laughing. "Ah, well fine then." Grinning at her instead, a wry one. "Though a smug stork is most likely a happy stork."

"I don't flatter." Marcus states bluntly. "Speaking honestly is not flattering. That's just something wilting violet women like to assume when they're being spoken to." There's a glance at the winner being announced and he looks a bit more comfortable. "Good, we can leave shortly, I was wondering how long this was going to take." Looking back at Leof, he shrugs. "You are the best archer, that quiver is proof of that, until the next tournment. You skill cannot be denied. It is as simple as that."

Sebryna leans into Sir Jarret and smiles. "Perhaps we could have our seat while all of the announcements are being made?" Somehow having a wine in hand, she nods to appropriate tables.

A glance to the Parthian horse and a blink is all the reaction that Eisen has towards the animal before making his way in the direction of a certain D'Armaz, stopping beside her. He speaks quietly enough as to not interrupt the announcements, but loud enough to be heard. "Lady Myrana, the D'Geroux would be honored if you would come speak with the Viscountess for a few moments…I trust you are willing to attend her?" The grave man gestures with an arm towards Talia.

Corvin glances briefly between Talia and Adelaide, that light grin still affixed firmly to his face, "Well, I've certainly found the Countess to ever be the most pleasant of company when partaking of nearly any leisure that could be imagined." He smiles a touch more brightly towards Adelaide, "And besides, what sane man would -not- wish to add to the allure of a beautiful and interesting companion with -another- beautiful and interesting companion? Surely fate smiles upon me this evening." He adds, "And I do wonder if perhaps we shouldn't make our retreat as soon as we're able. I can't imagine anything here will be remotely so entertaining."

Artos has been rather quiet, having grabbed a glass of wine and listening to the announcement of the winners. He smiles for once when it is announced a man of Aequor walked away the victor of the joust and the entire tourney! He sets his glass down to applaud and nod in approval as the award is announced.

Julieta chuckles in response to Bryad's comment, it is a light melodious chuckle, but she watches the steed in the middle of the ballroom, her eyes widened a little. "An odd sight this is indeed, and I am sure there will be some, ahem, reminders left of such a spectacular entrance." A glance is shot Bryad's way. "Are you up for a bet, Brother Bryad?", she asks, mischief dancing in her eyes. "And you haven't given me an answer to my question yet. Is she here?"

Alina glances over her shoulder at her half-brother and his escort, giving Adelaide a quick smile and a lifted brow, before returning her attention to the Galenthians she seems to be in midst of. She leans a little bit towards Tristan, going up on her toes a bit to murmur something in his ear.

Adelaide yawns a bit looking around, her voice dipping towards her companions, "I was ready to go before we got here Corvin, you're the one who promised me you would keep me entertained this evening, and so I put myself and my attention at your mercy." She lifts her glass towards Alina when she spots her.

Lianna claps one hand lightly against her upper chest, "Be still my heart, he grins!" she teases of Amadeus in return, laughing. "You're right, I'm sure. A smug stork is a happy stork, but try to limit your smirks to a handful per evening. Try to keep it under double digits," she suggests with another quick grin. "So," and with her arm still linked with Amadeus's, standing somewhere in the crowd, she turns slightly left then right and back with a glance upward. "Who should we try to find first? Your sister or my brother? Or make a successful raid of the banquet tables before all the good stuff is gone?"

Myrana gets a chill up her back as a shadow looms over her, and she turns to look up— into Eisen's face. "Eh!" She startles, and then puts a hand over her heart, letting out a breath. "Of… of course." She stands, and with a glance after the winners where they stand together with Chancellor Tyres, slips her arm politely through Eisen's, keeping her book tucked under her right arm.

Jarret nods as he hears Sebryna's words, as he reaches out to get hold of a glass of wine as well. "Sounds like an excellent plan," he offers, with a smile. "Much better to be seated, after all."

Talia concurs, "I think I've seen quite enough, myself," she conceeds. Having shown, and seen what she came to see, or perhaps for lack of true escort, she seems prepared to leave. Until, of course, she sees Eisen and Myrana headed her way. She tells Adelaide and Corvin, "Though, one moment. It appears that the Lady D'Armaz and my cousin wish to speak to us." Or, to her. She looks positively intrigued.

There's a pause and then Bethany shakes her head. "No, I am sorry. Brother Bryad and I did attend together… several months ago." She feels horrible for having forgotten but with how much bad things happen to her fairly recently, she really has not had the keenest of memories for things that happened more than a few weeks ago. "But you're the first knight to ask me." The horse is given a looking at and she sighs, her smile fading slightly. "Maybe someday I'll be good enough of a knight…" Shaking her head, she tugs slightly upon her escort's arm. "Let's say hello to my aunt and her betrothed and everyone else." For some reason she lost some of her appetite.

Tristan offers Dus and Claire a rather mysterious smile, and then he glances over to Raelyn and offers the woman a nod, taking in her attire and smiling. "Lady Raelyn, it is such a pleasure to meet you, and your sister." Another nod is offered to Emilia. "This is the Lady Alina of House al'Sylenthar." He introduces Alina to the Cassomir women, since it appears Dus is familiar with the woman. "Cousin, if you have some time, we should speak soon."

His attention is grabbed by Alina who is whispering in his ear. Turning to her, he smiles. "If you will excuse us, My Lady wishes a dance from me, and I cannot disappoint her." He offers the party a small parting wave as he moves towards the dance floor with Alina beside him, leaning towards her to whisper in her ear.

Leof looks relieved "Yes, but, I can't see this quiver as replacing my every day quiver. I think next time I will wear a dress tabbard and new trousers." she offers to Marcus, getting quiet as she stands up slowly, taking a glass of wine from one of the plates circulating, very carefully draining it before setting it down. "Shall we be off my lord?" she asks, quietly to Marcus.

Letholdus smiles warmly to Emilia, "I'm tempted to ask you to dance, such fine sisters, it's hard to choose. But first, I must dance with my lady Claire. I think however, with so many crowding in here, we might prefer the Darnes gardens." Dus looks to Claire, "If it pleases you, that we might dance and strole beneath the moonlight in the gardens, where we may yet hear the music more softly?" (Because Dus's player is dying of spam and is too tired to keep up)

The Romante Viscount looks back to Tristan, "I should like a chance to speak with you, cousin, aye. Will you seek me at the Tarris Manor tomorrow for luncheon or do you prefer elsewhere?"

As the winners are continued to be announced, Elrick continues to move through the room and past people, shaking some hands and receiving pats on the back for the way he had performed in the melee, even if he did not agree with their praises. When Sir Gabriel was announced as the winner of the Joust and also the Tournament Champion, the D'Tremaine Knight does applaud without reservation this time. He offers a salute by raising his glass of wine in the direction of the winner, most likely not the only one to do so, before draining the contents in the vessel. He then takes another glass from another passing servant before heading towards the food table and on the way there, he would near Catherynn. Pausing in his steps, he offers a proper bow of head in greeting to the Lady.

Alina blushes darkly at whatever it is Tristan whispering in her ear as he escorts her to the dance floor, where the pair are quick to join the others that are dancing.

Sebryna glances over to Gabriel when he is announced the winner of the tournament, she gives him a knowing smile even as she has a seat at a table with Jarret, though she sips her wine awaiting the announcenent of the entire tournament. She notices Elrick, the fellow northerner she had spoken to and with a sweeping gesture invites him to join her and Jarret at the table if he wishes.

"A bet on droppings?" Bryad chuckles. "It hardly seems a proper thing to wager on in such fine company," he goes on, turning subtly away from Jules, not dislodging her, only drawing his arm out from hers and along her forearm until his hand reaches her hand and he subtly pulls her closer to him again, his hand skipping from her hand to her hip and drawing her along with him in an easy figure of the dance. "Is who here?" he wonders, less because he doesn't know who she means and more to allude to the fact that he's here with her. (Jules, that is.)

Brennart nods, "I was planning on asking you to the ball the last tournament but I wasn't quite able to make it. Then I got injured in an ambush and spent a bit of time recovering." He glances around and shakes his head, "Before that I do believe we need a couple of…" And two glasses of wine are grabbed from one of the servers as they walk past handing one to Bethany, "Glasses of wine. You look like you could use it." And off towards the gallows…. Err to meet the Tarris's and betrothed… "And you're a good knight Bethany, don't ever doubt that."

Eisen nods. "Thank you." He leads Myrana over towards the assembled trio of Talia, Adelaide, and Corvin. Once he arrives, he gives a nod. "I believe that you wished to speak with the Lady D'Armaz, m'lady?" He allows Myrana to slip her arm free of his before the dour man nods to Corvin. "I hear you've been promoted. I see your skills have improved since our time in training, Corvin. Congratulations."

Rip follows Lianna's gesture to her chest and then laughs. "Oh, there's more where that came from!" He teases in turn and just laugh as they wander. Noddding his head about smirks. "Fine, though now I might cause some on purpose." He continues teasing, letting his gaze search the area. "Ah well, meet one, force them without to raid the tables and then onwards with drinks to the latter?" He suggests with a bright smile.

Adelaide pauses to look over to Myrana and Eisen, offering each a nod. "It's a pleasure to see you again Eisen. I hope you're enjoying the event. Have you had an opportunity to dance?"
Sorcha claps politely for Gabriel and sends a warm smile in his direction. Finishing off her wine she glances around and starts heading for the exit. Her steps are slow as if part of her wants to stay but another part does not. Quietly she will take her leave unless someone stops her first.

Could't of said it sooner. The moment Leof mentions getting the hell out of dodge and away from all the stuffy nobility, Marcus is on his feet. "If you're done here, I am ready to depart this place."

Henric looks over at the Chancelor, shifting his feet as he looks over the faces of the crowd, folding his arms behind him, settling the wrists over the small of his back. He was lingering there because Tyres wished it, but doubtless he would rather get back to the group he was with, his family and… friends. He does spot a few familiar faces from up front that he'd like to say hello too, but who knows if he can in such a crowd. He takes a deep breath and waits, waits for what? He once again eyes the front stage.

Myrana curtseys politely to the D'Geroux Countess, sweeping the skirts of her kirtle as she does so and bowing her head so that a fall of charcoal waves slips forward from her white shoulders. "Madame," she says, and looks curiously at ADelaide and Corvin, with whom she isn't familiar. "Good evening, she says to them."

Curious. That's the expression which Claire gives Tristan, the smile fading slightly before the suggestion of escaping to the gardens reaches her ears. "It would." Not that she's leaping at the chance. Only, the amount of people here would be the hugest draw for her to do so. But, not until she spots Bethany and a man slightly familiar. As of she should know 'who'. Lifting her free hand to indicate exactly where she and Letholdus are, she notes to him, "I think I see Bethany and her escort coming this way first. Can we wait that long," she asks, taking in Emilia and Raelyn in her words.

Cat is reaching for another little treat when a person draws near for the same and she pulls her hand back to keep from poking him. She blinks a little then sees Elrick nod and she inclines her head in return, "These are good.." she says, pointing to a little candied fruit, "Not quite as good as almond cake but it will do," she says. She's an expert, after all, on party treats.

Leof extends her arm for Marcus, afterall, they both are pretending they belong here and need to act casual about leaving. The little archer isn't positive but she is fairly sure bolting like a bat out of hell is frowned upon. She waits for Marcus to begin walking for the entrance, which is conviniently the nearest exit.

Emilia does blink at little when Letholdus speaks such a thing, but she does give a demure bow of her head,"I shoul dnot be of wishing for Lady Claire to not have such dances. Perhaps of another time, Viscount." The young Cassomir giving a small hint of a smile, though delayed fashion, as if remember she shouuld do such a thing, as she adds,"As I am of promised to be of dancing with Raelyn, and of Henric as well." Her hand being on Raelyn's arm as it were, cause sisters make the best dates! Her eyes do drift back to Henric as he is made to linger up by the Chancellor.

Letholdus also notices Kaicee and Kylier, so the Viscount speaks up to add, "Good evening, and Sir, congratultions on your placement in the melee. I told you that you did very well." Dus looks to Claire and nods, "Of course. Would you like for me to get you a glass of wine, ere we slip out?"

Corvin looks to Eisen, inclining his head slightly, "Why thank you, Lord Eisen. High praise, given the source." Oddly, there's no real mockery in the tone, but then dark eyes slide to Myrana, and he makes no attempt whatsoever to disguise the fact that he is eating the proverbial eye candy, "Well, I can certainly see why your father seemed so intent on keeping us from meeting for so long." Corvin bows a bit, "Master Corvin Fremont, Milady d'Armaz. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Talia bestows and absolutely warm smile on Eisen, "So considerate, cousin," she says, pleased. And that warmth of a smile is turned to Myrana, "You are an elusive woman to track down, Lady. And you look so lovely this evening." Humor, in her voice. And sincerity "I would ask you to join tea with me, tomorrow afternoon. In regards to our particular business venture you proposed." And before Myrana can say no, she continues smoothly, "I won't take no for an answer, either. I do not wish to be denied your pleasant company, and the matter -is- of import. You'll come, won't you?"

The wine is accepted with a grateful sigh and a nod of thanks, the drink sipped from. Bethany does make sure to angle herself towards where Julieta and Bryad are, hoping to greet them in passing. "Brother… my lady? If you'd like, perhaps later we could meet at the Inn for drinks and conversation." In other words, with as busy as it is, she is most likely going to flee the crowd, taking Brennart with her. That done, she does indeed approach her aunt and the knight. "Good evening, Auntie. Viscount. I am sorry it took so long for us to greet you both." As it is, she probably won't be able to greet everyone, shame that it is, but a function of this size makes it all but impossible to visit with everyone.

Smiling as Gabriel is shown his mount, and then letting the oggling go for a moemnt, Tyres turns to make the big announcement. "Finally. As the Senatorial Circuit comes to a close, we have a man who has attended each of the rounds of this Tournament." He turns to Henric and claps. "Congratulations to Sir Henric Cassomir. This year's Senatorial Champion!" He then presents Henric with a chest. Which is made of sandalwood and contains silver tableware for five; plates, cups, bowls and knives. All finely crafted and made of the highest quality silver.

Emilia has a nod from Letholdus, "If you prefer, though there is great friendship between House Cassomir and House Romante. All of your siblings have my highest esteem, but I know of you least of all. I should like to correct that in time, if you will allow."

Marcus knows how to act in these kind of situations, he knows to leave without attracting attention. Done it enough as a kid and he coudln't stand it there either. Taking Leof's arm, he assists in weaving through tables and chairs, nevermind swiftly getting by fellow patrons of the gallah. The grim-looking ranger walks towards the doors, leading the babarian in tow. Cannot be far get out of there fast enough.

Lianna considers Amadeus's plan then nods, "A good plan, my lord," she agrees and eyes the flow of the crowd then nods decisively. "If i know my brother, he's near the tables, so lets start in that direction and see who we run into first." She gives a light tug on his arm and sets the course this time. Granted, she doesn't clear a path as fast as he does, but then with those long legs of his he can set a faster pace too!

Letholdus adds low to Emilia while Claire is distracted by Bethany coming over with Brennart, "There are things I should like to ask your advice about, sometime."

Kylier watches the Viscount approach. When he nears he dips his head "Your Excellency, that is very kind of you to say so. You did as well."

"I have not had the opportunity, no. I find that I have little time for such things, m'lady." As Corvin introduces himself, Eisen looks down to Myrana. "Be careful, Corvin. Her aim is as precise as her fathers ability to find coin and I'd hate for you to lose an eye." A small smirk graces his lips for the barest of moments before it fades.

Amadeus follows Lianna's gesture to her chest and then laughs. "Oh, there's more where that came from!" He teases in turn and just laugh as they wander. Noddding his head about smirks. "Fine, though now I might cause some on purpose." He continues teasing, letting his gaze search the area. "Ah well, meet one, force them without to raid the tables and then onwards with drinks to the latter?" He suggests with a bright smile.<Fixed name>

Jarret has also been applauding the various announcements, but otherwise keeping quiet. Sipping his wine, although a bit slower than he has been drinking earlier in the week. There's a glance towards Henric as the man is announced, applauding politely as he offers a brief grin to him. Probably lost in the crowd.

"Good God, Eisen…you made a joke. Truly dark times must be upon us." Corvin ribs the large man about as good-naturedly as Corvin does anything.

Gabriel claps as Henric is announced as the winner of the Championship, though a part of him feels sympathy for the man. The Horse was a much better prize for any knight. Maybe the fellow could sell the prize and purchase a new mount or something.

Julieta will not resist of course, when Bryad leads her towards the dance. Quite the contrary, she will follow with an eagerness of her own, as a dance will certainly allow her to find out how her new emerald green dress will feel when worn during a dance. Will it hamper her graceful movements? certainly not, as it flows about her slender figure in a most charming way. The reply has her look up though and shoot Bry a glance. "So you are over her already? That went rather quick, quicker than I would have thought…" These words are murmured into Bryad's ear, before she finds their way barred suddenly by Bethany. A surprised nod is given, when Julieta studies the woman and shoots Bry a sideways glance, before she offers a grateful curtsey. "Certainly, my lady."

Raelyn smiles towards Emilia, pleased at her sister, "Perhaps, Sir. We shall see what the night holds. I am already beholden to dance with my lovely escort, and she has given me leave to dance with my brothers, and I her. If the evening has time, perhaps we may dance." She's not opposed to the idea at all, but tonight? For her, tonight is Emilia's night, more than her other siblings. That may be apparent to those that know her quite well.

"Are they, I will certainly have to try one then, My Lady. Though I will have to admit I have not had too many candied fruits before." Elrick says as he looks from Catherynn to the tray of treats she was reaching for. Plucking one from the tray, he samples it with a half bite before nodding his ehad slightly, "Not bad at all, didn't think anything dried could be this full of taste." The D'Tremaine Knight does catch sight of a wave from Sebryna's table and he inclines his head in that direction in return to acknowledge that he saw, but currently unable to join her table. His focus returns to Catherynn after he swallows the first bite of the dried fruit, "Have you been to many of these events?"

Kira glances across the floor and spots Julieta dancing. She lifts her hand to wave a bit to the courtesan before looking for more wine. A paniced look is darted towards Henric, how long does he have to wait up there?

Spotting Elrick moving through the crowd, Kylier moves his arm slightly to get Kaicee's attention "There is Sir Elrick. I need to say something to him. Care to join me?" Kylier asks Kaicee before he moves off towards Elrick. As he nears the Knight he slows a bit, waiting for Kaicee to join him. "Sir Elrick," then waits a moment for the Knight to turn and if he does he nods his head to the man "It is good to see you this evening." But is apparent that there is more to be said.

Around and around the dance floor go the figures of Tristan Romante and Alina al'Sylenthar. There might have been a time, or two, okay three when Tristan's hand slipped down from her lower back to pinch her backside. He couldn't help himself, and perhaps he may pay for it later, but a smile of delight plasters itself on his face the entire time. Once they finish the dance, he laughs and leans forward to kiss her on the cheek. "What fun, what fun. Shall we go get some air? I find this room is becoming too loud for my tastes, and I could use some quiet." When she says yes, he leads them towards the gardens.

Leof is quiet, eager to leave and content to follow so as not to draw attention with her prize in hand. She tilts to whisper to Marcus "I do believe we have made a clean escape my lord. We are free now." she jokes, quite happy to be out the door and departed it seems! The little scuffle of silk slippers and smell of lavender the only thing left of her appearance.

Having been waylaid by other guests, well-wishers, and hangers-on, Jaren manages to applaud and cheer profusely for his brother when he's announced at the Tourney champion. Before he's again swamped. He's thankful for Alessa's escorts, though…because they at least manage to keep the crowds at a respectable distance when they start to press in. It was all so much easier when he just had to be the one marking the cordon rather than being in the midst of it.

"Good." Marcus grunts at Leof. "Let's find something better to do than be falsely nice to people we don't actually like."

"Sir Letholdus!" Her cousin! Kaicee greets with a smile, excited for the winners. She beams a smile to Henric at the final announcement and offers a thumbs up sign. "Well done!" Careful, she is likely to break out in 'He's a jolly good fellow' at any time!

Letholdus's words do grab Emilia's attention, there is actually a touch of surprise upon her face to hear them. Dipping her head, she murmurs softly,"I will be of offering what advice I can be of doing, when you have wish to speak, my Lord." A brief curious look, whoever asks /her/ for advice? But….Tournament Circuit winner..and the reason for Henric being made to linger! And Emilia is clapping loudly for the win, her brother!

With no one to stop her Sorcha slips out unnoticed. Once she reaches the doors she lets out a breath of relief, or is that a sigh of regret. Either way the al'Mordran knight is gone now.

And then the Senetorial Champion is named! Letholdus claps and raises his baritone, "Sir Henric!" Not so much to get the man's attention as to get a few of them to chant his name in congratulations. As several knights around the palance chambers take it up, it is repeated in shouts several times, a few stomping while clapping or smacking the scabbards of their blades to pay their respects.

Claire catches a glimpse of the stage where Henric stands, hands lifting and poised to clap but there's Bethany and Brennart. "Bethany. Sir." Because she might not have met him yet. Familiar looking, still. Even at this distance. "You look beautiful, niece. You should wear dresses more often." That, would be a tease at her best before looking to the knight beside Beth. "And I think we have not had the opportunity to meet." It does give Letholdus ample time to speak as it were to the Cassomir sisters. Or shout.

"I've been known to make them from the rare time to time…and yes, dark times for certain. At the very least, we are among such luminous company to make up for the darkness, no?" Eisen turns to cast his gaze to the announcement of the winner, casually observing before his attention returns to those before him.

Listening to the speaker offering all of the congratulations to the winners, Alessandra remains silent though there are acknowledging smiles given each. It is when the Senate Championship winner is announced that she offers a kind smile in his direction. There is no move to interfere in those accompanying him, though the look of happiness is unmistakable. He had deserved it and he had won. The look is brief, here then gone before she turns to seek her betrothed and finds him wishing his brother the best as well. She smiles when she sees the pride on his features for his brother, though there is a start of slight frown that mars her features ever so briefly so that she seeks the reassuring gaze of Alina, though in the crowd is unable to find it. The troubled look is there.. and then it is hidden behind her wine glass she had been handed.

Catching Kira's wave as Julieta casts another glance about the crowd, her lips will curl into a smile. She has not quite managed to reach the dancefloor yet as she is speaking with Bethany. Her gaze follows Kira's, and her smile dims momentarily. Although she does join in the wave of applause for the Senatorial Champion, and her smile returns with its former lightness.

Cathrynn nods, "I usually just eat fruit, not candied," she says with a wry grin. "I'm Huntress Cathrynn DeSalvo," she says, clarifying her position and her name. And perhaps why she'd just eat fruit with no candied bits! "Oh one or two, hence my hoping for almond cake, it's usually the highlight of the evening," she says with a smile. Her eyes follow his nod and she smiles, "If you are needed.." she starts, then takes a drink of her wine. Seems the knight is quite in demand tonight!

Myrana's shoulders draw up a little and colour touches her cheeks. "I-I'm sure my father had no such intention, er…" she replies after a flustered moment, as if not knowing what to say to Corvin. What Eisen says only rachets up her discomfort, and has her stiff as a board. When Talia speaks therefore she turns her attention to the Countess utterly, eager to escape the double embarrassment. Some things are simply less terrifying. "Madame I— ah, I of course, accept," she says, a bit lamely, swallowing. May I ah… perhaps treat you at one of my favourite cafes?"

Letholdus gives a nod to Emilia, confirming that she did infact hear him right. But alas, there is too much going on and more people come to meet and speak. No chance to get Claire a glass of wine even if she wanted it. A polite incline of his head to Brennart and Bethany both, "Good evening, Sir Sokar, Sir Bethany. You make a fine couple. Claire and I were about to slip out into the gardens for a spot of fresher, less crowded air. Would you care to join us?" They might even be able to hear one another without having to raise their voices.

"No, Auntie. I should not wear gowns more often. But thank you. You look lovely as always." Beth gives Claire a kiss on her cheek and then she even goes to give Letholdus one as well, if he allows. They will be family, after all. She begs Julieta's pardon as well as that of Bryad's. Time to visit with the kin. "Have you both met Sir Brennart Sokar?"

Giving a nod to Elrick to acknowledge the nod, Sebryna looks back to her date for the evening. "The announcements are made, would you like a walk in the gardens? I have an early morning tomorrow and we could perhaps wind down."

Adeliade lifts a brow to Eisen, "Well at a ball you have all the time in the world for dancing." She reaches to curl her hand around Corvin's arm, turning a glance up to him that says, 'Can we go now?'

The Viscount's invitation has Bethany sighing in relief. "I think I can safely accept that offer for the both of us. Please lead on." The introductions can be concluded somewhere a lot more peaceful.

Bryad was giving a terribly good impression of it, at least, while moving through the dance with Jules. Nothing ostentatious, but he knows well the steps and the way to guide a lady through them with the gentle decisiveness of his arm about her person. And then they're stopped mid-figure by Sir Bethany and his escort, and he loses every ounce of eloquence about his form, nearly stumbling to a halt with his eyes fixed rather flatly on the pair of htem as they issue invitation. Or, at least, Bethany does. Fortunately, she takes her leave before he has much of a chance to reply, so all that's left up to his dancing-companion until she's gone.

A nod and a smile on Deus' face as he let Lianna lead him towards the tables. Helping her avoid any people wandering by. Leaning in to whisper again as they close in to the tables.
Henric takes a moment to stand near the Chancellor when he's received and presented as the Senatorial Champion. The chest is regarded and when opened by those who heft it, he cannot contain a smirk that almost breaks into something else - something with a little more mirth behind it that would surely be inappropriate. He does well to hold it though and turns to Tyres, "It was an honour to compete in your fair land, Chancellor. Thank you. Perhaps you can come visit and share a fine meal with me sometime. Enjoy your evening." He cannot haul the crate of plates with him now, though he does amuse over them as he takes his leave of the stage, with a final bow to the Chancellor and nod to those who are cheering for him. Thank the One for friends.

He smirks at Letholdus and maybe even Jarret, giving a shrug like gesture as he comes back in their direction. He's making sure to stop at the drinks and find himself another glass of wine, heading back toward Kira with a bold grin, "I have plates. I'm half wondering how far I can throw them-" he winks to Kira as he tells her that in a low tone, trying to ease her panick that he noticed on his way back over, "But I should think this means I must have dinner parties now. You'll come, when I host one, won't you Lady Kira?"

Talia looks towards Myrana, "Business, Lady. I do not conduct personal business in public. It's," she pauses, wrinkling her nose, "Distasteful. And crude." She shakes her head, "Business ought to be behind closed doors, between friends. I will expect you in the early afternoon." She smiles, charmingly then towards Myrana, and looks to Corvin and Adelaide. "Shall we?" A pause, and a glance to Eisen, "You ought to see the Lady home safely, when she's ready to leave, cousin. It would be rude to let the Lady wander home alone."

Kira claps for Henric rather enthusiastically, relieved greatly when he rejoins her. "It seems you very well might have to have a few parties. I would be happy to attend, though happier if they are smaller than this. Such a crowd…"

Brennart offers a bow to the viscount and his betrothed, "Your excellency, and my lady. Good seeing you again your excellency and a pleasure meeting you my lady."

Jarret smiles at Sebryna's words, "A walk sounds quite wonderful now," he replies, as he looks around the room for a few moments.

As introductions are started by Cathrynn, Elrick takes note of the title she chose, recalling that Huntresses are usually from the south, so this is a Galenthian Lady. He does incline his head respectfully again though, the proper courtesies given of course and his own name is also introduced in turn, "Sir Elrick D'Tremaine, pleasure of making your acquaintance, My Lady." The words are spoken properly, almost too properly as if it was more for show.

That is when Kylier approaches who Elrick recognizes as one of the Galenthian Lancers he had to fight against in the melee, with the red headed squire in tow. Surrounded by southerners! "Good Evening Sir," The D'Tremaine nods to Kylier first, and then to Kaicee, "Lady Romante." His attention remains on them, as it appears the Lancer has words.

Addie nods to Talia, her head leaning lightly against Corvin's arm, "Of course, lead the way countess… please."

"If I had any interest in dancing, perhaps I would, however, I generally do not find such things interesting, despite proficiency." When Talia speaks to Eisen escorting Myrana home, he nods. "As you wish. Lady Myrana, kindly inform me when you wish to leave…unless you have another escort, that is."

Like Kylier, Kaicee nods to Elrick, green eyes resting on him with a smile. "Sir D'Tremaine. It is a pleasure seeing you again." Standing at the side of the Lancer, she studies the northerner. "I do hope you are still finding the facilities agreeable." A half smile plays over her lips and she does not clarify the confusing statement.

"Indeed, Countess. Let's see what mischief we might find." Corvin inclines his head to Myrana, smiling brightly, "A pleasure to meet you, Lady d'Armaz. Do enjoy the party." He glances at Eisen and notes, "You couldn't be in safer company."

Leaving the wine on the table, Sebryna stands and reassures herself her twin brother was having a good time before she nods to the southern knight. "Shall we?' And she will lead him out into the gardens."

Julieta's hazel brown eyes turn to Brennart once he is introduced. "Indeed, I have not," she replies, incling her head, before Bethany and Brennart move off with the rest. Her attention now returning to Bryad beside her, she will exhale. "Now, what was that…?" Before her feet start tapping impatiently on the ground, in beat with the music. "And where were we?" The sparkle in her eyes unmistakable. "It seems I got lucky, and went to this banquet with the best dancer available, hmmm?"

"Sir," Kylier begins "I had to take the time to say that you fought well and with honor in the melee," there is a slight pause "You had two of us Lancers to fend off and you held your own. I do look forward to the next meeting we have." He grins "And perhaps it would an ale for I still carry the bruises you put on me."

Of all the benefits of not wearing a gown that is both court fashion and accompanying weight of layers and flounces is the ability to move lightly and slip through those already around the tables. Lianna tips her head back to hear Dues's quiet voice and smiles up at him in return, quietly voicing her own reply just as they break through another layer of the crowd and nearly collides with her cousin Jarret at the same time.

Henric offers his arm to Kira again, "I need to speak with my brother quickly. And then a dance. I promise." He tells her and if she accepts, he'll walk them straight on over toward Jaren and Alessa. Where ever they are in the crowd.

Kira nods to Henric as she takes up his arm, "Of course it's no matter… I'm feeling some what better now that the press of the crowd has thinned some." She moves with him and offers a smile to Jaren and Alessa as she approaches.

There is that sound clapping for Henric, Emilia is proud of her brother, happy for him for both wins. The dishes might get eyed a little, they were lovely and everything. Shiney! But he'd still won! Farewells given to those departing for dancing, before Emilia seeks that dance with Raelyn, no doubt several to be had between the sisters. Pure grace and elgeance, that display! …and of course in time dances with Henric, possibly Jaren as well at some point, should he desire one!

Talia inclines her head to Eisen, and turns to leave the building and the banquet with Adelaide and Corvin both, out of the celebration and into the peace of the night beyond the walls that encompass the gathering.

Cat tilts her head just slightly at the change in tone from the Knight but she smiles just the same. Once the others arrive and begin conversing with him she does reach for that third candied apricot, nibbling lightly, giving the other a friendly nod of her head. Even if she is a Southerner!

Amadeus moves and listens, smiling quite brightly. And luckily knowing where his twin is, he does pull Lianna towards himself to try and avoid her crashing into Jarret. Glancing and whispering to Lianna before looking to Sebryna and smiles to her. Making sure she is fine as well. "Heading off already, sister?"

It is not too difficult to find them, Alessandra particularly amid the others at the ball, for there is a great entourage around and the Princess is not left alone to roam on her own. She had already offered her silent congratulations to the Cassomir knight's wins though she was almost certain he had missed it with the other ones about. At first she does not see the duo approach though when she notices, she wears a hesitant smile for the couple, for one of the two in particular. "Good evening My Lord, My Lady."
Emilia has disconnected.

Myrana curtseys politely in parting to Talia, Adelaide and Corvin. "Of course, Madame; good evening, then. It was a pleasure to meet you both." she says, not trusting herself to say much else. When she straightens again it is with a bitten lower lip and a look of mild frustration. She looks up over her shoulder at Eisen, still chewing her lip. "…I have something for you, Lord Eisen." She finally says, as if deciding something.

As Emilia slips off to get something to eat/drink Raelyn moves to follow Henric and Kira over towards Jaren. It's time to save her brother. So to speak. She wanders over there, and she nears him, commenting casually, "Yes, I do believe I -did- see the Crown Prince, over near the entrance hall," as if in conversation to Kira and Henric. "He looked quite amazing." Her words sincere, "But I fear he would have little interest in meeting me." Words designed to get the social climbers off of Jaren's back, as it were. A bit of trickery never hurt anyone.

Jarret drains the last of his wine as he stands up, before nodding at Sebryna. "Sounds like a plan," he offers. Blinking as he's almost ran over by Lianna. "Careful there, cousin," he replies, with a smile now. A nod is given to Amadeus too, along with a brief smile now.

Jaren and Alessa are still slowly wading through the seemingly endless throng of people who all want to be seen talking to a Princess of Aequor, or the Rose Queen's Champion, or hey…both at once! There are a lot of pleasantries being exchanged but very little of substance. Mostly because neither of the two are particularly familiar with most of them. Merchant-Princes, Petty Nobles, Mercenary captains. It's nigh exhausting, so when Jaren catches sight of Henric headed his way, it's a welcome respite, "Please, excuse us, we should properly congratulate my brother." Which…thankfully, is a good enough excuse to get people to back off. Well, that and Raelyn's clever little feint.

"Henry." Jaren's smile is warm, and proud, "Senate Champion. Keep this up and you'll take the entire Circuit this year. Congratulations! We should have a proper triumph for you when we return to Ironhold." He clasps his brother's shoulders for a moment, then shakes his head, looking regretful, "I just wish I could have seen the Melee myself. Too much business with the new grant to catch up on after my absence." Emilia had done an excellent job of keeping things running, but there was still plenty that was set aside in those neatly-organized little piles, a fair bit of which was even brought with her and Raelyn for Jaren's perusal.

With a quick wink to Amadeus, Sebryna blows her twin brother a kiss. "I shall return soon. Enjoy your evening, my Lady Lianna." Inclining her head for the lady with her brother. "Be well." And with that, she leaves with Jarret for the gardens. Or even the after party!

A smirk appears on Elrick's lips when Kaicee's cryptic question is asked, "Of course, My Lady, the facilities suit my needs for now. Though how long I am staying after the festivities are over, I do not know." Then the D'Tremaine's attention returns to Kylier who speaks, inclining his head to the Galenthian for his words, speaking in the same tone in return, very diplomatic indeed. "Thank you, Sir. You Lancers are certainly a tough bunch, a much deserved victory, Sir. I look forward to our next contest as well." When the ale of peace is offered though, Elrick can't help but smirk in amusement, "That is possible, though you stood up to the blows in a formidable manner."

As Myrana addresses the behemoth, he turns and looks down to her, head tilted to the side curiously. "Something for me? I am afraid to ask, Lady D'Armaz. Pray tell, what is it?" He allows his gaze to linger over those still present, awaiting the smaller womans answer, noting her reluctance.

Bryad is dazed, that's for sure. One might even say a touch sullen. So as not to get in the way of those still endeavoring to dance, he, once remembering that he, too, has legs, and can move them, begins to guide Jules from the dance floor, "I think I must catch my breath for a moment. Ah," he briefly wakes up from his daze, spotting Jaren, there, with whom he intended to speak, at some point. And he's there with Henric, who needs congratulating, anyhow, and so he begins to draw Jules back onto his arm in a manner most genteel, "Shall we go and offer congratulations?" he asks her.

Lianna rocks to a halt as she nearly collides with Jarret, a laugh sparking from her at the near collision and offers a quick nod of greeting to Jarret and Amadeus's twin sister before the two take their leave from the party. "Well, it looks like the party is going to thin out rather rapidly," she remarks in turn with a glance up at Deus then makes a little sound of delight and snags a pair of wine glasses off of a tray being passed by a server and hands one to Deus with a grin. "Alright, drinks are secured," she sounds briefly smug. But doesn't smirk.

HORRIBLE POISON! "This," Myrana takes the slim volume from under her arm and offers it up toward Eisen. It is bound in green silk with Partharian geometric designs in gold thread. Inside is a ballad in traditional Partharian form, telling a famous story.

Kylier looks between Kaicee and Elrick for a moment, puzzled. Might have to ask about that one later. But to Elrick he chuckles "Your words are to kind, Sir Elrick but I thank you for them all the same." He pauses a moment and smiles "Trust me, Sir, I wasn't standing to well the next day," and a hand goes to the ribs that Elrick seem to aim for. Another bow of his head "Till next time, Sir." He gives Kaicee a look, "Enjoy your night."

Henric draws Lady Kira with him to his brother's side, where no doubt, he is currently being well wished for his rumored betrothal and the Princess on his arm is quite the sensation. He is also thankful for Raelyn's diversion! Still, Henric waits until their attention can come around, at which point he'll bow his head to the Princess and then to his brother, "You Majesty, Excellency," his tone rather calm considering, the hint of mirth having finally faded from the gift presented, "Good evening." He draws Kira forward, "May I introduce Lady Kira Romante. Lady Kira, this is of course, my brother, Viscount Jaren Cassomir and this, the Princess Alessandra al'Ramar." He turns his gaze back to Jaren, offering a nod, "Thank you. Congratulations is in order to you as well." He doesn't seem upset in the least, in fact, determined as his hand reaches underneath his undercoat and pulls out a very crumpled and weather worn parchment, protected in an envelope. "Speaking of the grant, I have made my choice." He extends it out toward Jaren, "In case we do not have time later to discuss it, I wanted to ensure this was dealt with now. I have plates to stack." Okay, so that was still humouring him, for without land, plates would've been utterly useless. Good timing, isn't it?

A bit of disappointment shows in Julieta's face when Bryad leads her away from the dancing. "Oh, a pity," she remarks. "But you have to promise me we will dance again later. You seem such a surprisingly skilled dancer! I would be wroth at you if you'd deprive me of that pleasure." His suggestion does take her by surprise as well, and she lowers her gaze briefly. "Um… sure, why not?", she says with her lips curling into a smile.

Amadeus smiles and bows his head to Both Sebryna and Jarret. Responding to his twin's blown kiss by catching it and pulling the hand to his chest, all overly dramatic. Gaze going back to Lianna then. "It does seem so." Taking the wine glass from the lady once offered. "Perfect."

When the book is offered to him, Eisen takes it and lifts it up, casually looking it over before opening the book and he blinks, looking down to the woman. "You do me a great honor with this, Lady D'Armaz. Thank you…I will be sure to add it to my library…and I shall have to find you a tome of equal worth in exchange." Pausing, the man tucks the book beneath his arm and he quietly murmurs something to Myrana that only he and she will hear and whenhe straightens, he awaits her answer.

There's another brief smile for Lianna and Amadeus, before Jarret heads out with Sebryna now. Letting her lead the way at the moment.

Cat finishes off her apricot and then the wine is gone and she sets the goblet down, letting it lightly 'tink' against another one. She sound draws her eye down and she runs her finger around the rim of the goblet, emitting a little ringing sound before taping it lightly to stop it. She looks up and inclines her head again to those who seem to be departing the immediate area.

"Well, Henric," Raelyn tells her brother fondly while looking to Alessa and Jaren, "And lovely plates at that. I'll refuse to dine on anything else, when I visit." She sounds entirely pleased. And glances to Alessa, "Your Majesty. I hope you are enjoying yourself? A lovely evening. And much to celebrate." She glances to Emilia, where her sister is off doing whatever it is Emilia's do when they aren't on their sister's arm in a setting like this, and back to Jaren and Alessa. "I hope you're not being otherwise bothered."

Myrana has been leading Eisen toward the sideboards where there are fabulous foods and drinks to be had. When he leans down to whisper in her hear she fumbles a plate in her hands and drops it back onto the sideboard with a clatter and the brief, sharply trunicated flight of an enormous red prawn. "Wh—" She looks up at him, face white, and then looooks over the crowd. "You mean like for arm wrestling?"

Kira courtsey's deeply when Henric introduces her, "Your majesty, Viscount, it is a pleasure to meet you both and as well congradulations." She glances to Henric's parchment curiously as her hand recurls around his arm. Contrary to her bloodline, some might argue, the Romante lady seems most comfortable when she lapses into silence, listening an dwatching more than speaking.

"I quite understand, Sir Elrick. It was a good melee event, I was there at the sidelines watching it. You were all so patient as you tried to kill each other." Tongue in cheek. When Kylier moves to leave, as she knew he had to, she contemplates following him.. though the food calls. Mmm food. And she is a growing squire!

Lianna takes a small sip of the wine, knowing that it's probably - and predictably - a fine vintage and therefore dry as parchment, wrinkles her nose a little at the taste then sets the challenge to Deus. "So, first round of points go to me. To you, my lord, is the challenge of acquiring food." She angles her head subtly, "Something that you haven't been served before, so bonus points for inventive cuisine," she suggests.

"No. Take a moment and logic it out, m'lady, considering my age and societal pressures." He catches the prawn out of reflex, putting it back onto the plate. "Careful, wouldn't want to spoil your dress. I'm sure it cost a small fortune."

Tavi watches the exchange of Henric and Jaren. He sips at a fresh Rum glass, idly wondering where int eh hell it came from, but shrugging an armored shoulder. His eyes watch both men carefully. He looks to Alessa and comments easily, "Really. Princess. You should try the Rum. It's off menu, but I promise you. After you manage to get throught eh first glass? It's spectacular."

A bow of head is offered to the Lancer by Elrick when Kylier turns to leave, which has the D'Tremaine Knight raise his wine glass to drain the rest of the contents. It appears that speaking that many words to the Galenthian Lancer had given him a thirst which has be justly quenched, though his eyes search for another passing servant. Finding none, his focus returns to both Cathrynn and Kaicee, "Lady Romante, Lady DeSalvo here says that the treats are quite good at this banquet, and I am inclined to believe."

Bryad cocks a brow and twists a glance aside to Jules, there, at his side. "Is it a surprise? I can dance well, if I don't have to dance too long," he murmurs with a muted smile as he takes her along with him to greet the Viscount Cassomir and his victor-brother both. "Viscount, Sir Henric," he pulls up a bright smile for the both of them. "Hello, a fine evening, isn't it? Highness," he inclines head and shoulders both in a smart, urbane manner of bow. "Pleasure to see you again. Congratulations due all about, aren't they?" he greets them with that bright-spirited, lamb-mild voice of his.

Myrana accepts the prawn back onto her plate, feeling numbly like she maybe should have applauded that feat of reflexes.

"But what on earth could Madame want you to— OH." She clears her throat, flushing, and through a little cloud of embarrassed stuttering that hardly registers in the happy sound of chatter and clinking banquet glasses, she reconsiders the crowd.

Cat turns her head when she hears her name and smiles, "Well they are good, yes, as is the wine, they have a few flavors," she says. "I don't believe we've met," she says toward the other woman. "I'm Huntress Cathrynn DeSalvo," she says, "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Romante."

"W-well… it would have to be someone of ah… f-fortitude." Myrana muses.

At the introductions, Alessandra gives a gracious bow of her head to the Romante noble lady. "My lady Romante, truly it is a pleasure. Sir Henric, I watched the melee event with the Archduchess Anca Arkanin, I must say it was a riveting event. And yet you stood until the end. It was a sight to behold, indeed." The passing of the parchment brings no further expressions to her usually too expressive features, for she is already looking towards Raelyn with warmth in her smile. "I am having a wonderful time, thank you, My Lady. It is certainly something to see so many gathered in one place." Hearing Tavi, she turns a more impish smile, the familiarity of the knight bringing her a bit more to relax. "Then since you recommend it, I shall endeavor to do so. Are you offering to get the cup for me?"

"It looks like you turned it over more than a few times…" Jaren notes with some mild amusement, He doesn't open it right away, tucking it beneath the outer layer of his doublet for now. The formalities can wait. "Lady Kira, it is a pleasure." Jaren bows towards her, smiling politely before turning a glance towards Henric, still with some amusement, "I hope my brother is keeping you suitably entertained. Don't let him persuade you to carry dishes. We'll provide men for that." He gestures to Alessa, "And allow me to present the Princess Alessandra al'Ramar…my betrothed." Which…is the first time he's described her thus in public. A bit premature of the formal announcement, but it's close enough. He glances to Raelyn and stage-whispers, "We -do- have men to carry the plates, don't we?"

And then Bryad has appeared, and Jaren inclines his head towards him, "Lord Brother Bryad. A pleasure to see you again. I hope you're enjoying the evening." The polite smile remains in place, "It seems a good time to inform you that I did receive your message. I will be in contact with you soon."

He glances to Tavi, tilting a brow, but then again, if Alessandra wants rum, who is he to stop her?

Amadeus listens with a raised brow to Lianna, about points. Laughing as he drinks some of the wine. "That so. Well, shall we?" He asks. Leading her along easily. "You know, I travel quite a bit, hard to find something I've not been served." He tries to suggest, true or not. Though he does finally find something. "I suppose I will need to figure something out." Moving to try and mix a bit. Taking a thin slice of what seems to be fish, to wrap around a slice of poultry. Dipped in a sauce or gravy and put on egg, if there is any. Offering it to Lianna. "This should not kill you." Though not saying anything about the taste. Making the same for himself so they both can test it. Just trying to hold down a chuckle.

Kira's cheeks flush slightly, "It's an honor to make your aquaintence Princess Alessandra, I hope you'll be lingering in Four Corners. I've had the pleasure of being a guest of the Tarris family and I am finding though this is my first visit to the city, it has grown upon me and I am reluctant to depart it."

"What a polite way to put it, m'lady. I am sure that it would certainly have to be someone of fortitude…and calm down. You look redder than the prawn." He looks back at the book tucked under his arm for a moment, considering if he should be more grateful or not. "I imagine it will someday be some knight or someone infirm, given the likelihood of my necessity as an heir."

Raelyn looks towards Tavi, as he speaks to Alessa, and she inclines her head to Alessa. Unmindful that introductions are not offered, she gives those of her own. Raelyn always one to be a bit strong-willed, "I do not believe I've had the pleasure," she tells Tavi. "I am Lady Raelyn Cassomir, Mistress of the Hunt." She offers the man a smile, warm. Curious. She stands near Alessa, Jaren, Henric, Kira and Tavi away from a majority of the crowd, yet facing the entrances. She might be in a dress, and here to celebrate, but you can't take all the Huntress out of her.

"Indeed, I heard there are, Sir Elrick. And please call me Kaicee. Lady Kaicee if you must, though the formality of using my last name is not required." Her smile is amused, though that invitation is given to the both of them. "I think I am to sample the food. I heard the desserts are the best and I fully intend to start with the wine and the cake. Would you both care to join?"

Tavi gestures to another Cavlaier to stnad near the Princess and bows his ehad. "At once Princess. Big or small?" He smiles that roguish grin of his and once it has been determined he heads off to fetch the Princess a glass of Rum.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

He moves through the crowd easily enough. His armor making him slightly larger and pointier than others, so easier to move through. He reaches the bar. Gets a Rum glass of the appropriate size and then begins to make his way back. He peers at his hands. Somehow…. Somehow he refilled HIS glass. "I'm not sure i should drink you…." He says to the glass he holds. Then laughs. And drinks it. He returns and relieves the Cavalier and hands Alessa the Glass of Rum. "It's a but soft, but it really does imporve with each sip." He nods sagely.

Tavi knows well the secret of Rum.

"It certainly should not be that much of a surprise, you are right," Julieta smiles to Bryad, "considering how much care you apply to your legs, and appearance." She chuckle softly, and follows along, some of the mirth fading into an appropriately respectful expression when being led to the Northern Princess and some quite handsome Southern nobility. A deep curtsey is offered, and straightening, the courtesan will offer Kira a smile. "My lady, you - in this crowded space? I am impressed with your courage." There is no mockery in her tone, as becomes even clear when a smile is offered along with the words. Her gaze brushes Henric then ever so briefly, and she greets: "Lord Henric." Her gaze will be lowered next. Leaving introductions to her companion, if necessary.

Henric looks aside to Bryad and Julieta, offering a careful smile to Julieta so he doesn't overstate the obvious, that he's pleased to see her there. "A fine evening indeed, Lord Bryad," he answers, "Julieta, a pleasure to see you again." He motions toward Kira, "May I introduce the Lady Kira Romante?" He will apparently be overwhelming Kira with introductions, though he checks on her that she is keeping with his advice to smile and nod. Of course she is. She's doing well and he doesn't mind if she holds close to him or not. To Alessandra, he nods, "Thank you for your words, Highness." And then his look is fleeting, for he's turning is attention back to his big bro. "Yes. It travelled through a few battles, I must say." He listens to the introduction from Jaren, noting, "She's too fine a woman to carry dishes, brother." He looks between the individuals there and then offers, "If you excuse us, I promised the Lady Romante a dance. I should see to that." And his arm is so offered to Kira.

Kira turns a bit, her smile warming she she spots Julieta's approach, "It is only with Sir Henric that I was able to brave it. But thank you. It is very good to see you again." To Henric she nods, "I am aquainted with Julieta though it's a pleasure to meet you Lord Bryad." She readily grips onto Henric's arm, after all he's a bit of a human life preserver to her in this sea of people. "Yes thank you Sir Henric, excuse us," she notes to those around them.

"The wine is quite good," Elrick says in agreement with Cathrynn when she mentions the flavors before his gaze returns to Kaicee, a smirk appearing when she clarifies how she prefers to be addressed, "Very well then, Lady Kaicee. And I'm afraid that I've had a head start on the wine." Though it doesn't seem like it. Yet. That is also when a servant passes by with more wine on his tray, which the D'Tremaine quickly beckons so he can fetch another glass.

Once he's handed the glass and performed his Cavlier duties, Tavi removes his hat, ridiculous ortrich feather and all, and bows to Raelyn. "My Lady Cassomir. Surely the Lands of Ironhold breed both hardy men, as your brothers are testament to, and beautiful women unmatched by any that I have seen in my travels around the world, such as, of course, yourself." He gives Raelyn the full both barrels of a Roguish Grin and a playful wink. "I am Sir Octavian Deverot of Lyioness." He names a city, marking himself a Hedge knight. He returns the hat in a flourish and then says, "It is, of cours emy honor to meet you."

"Well now, with THAT rousing endorsement 'should not kill' me," Lianna replies, head tipping back slightly as she laughs, eyeing the offered concoction of fish wrapped around a slice of poultry dipped in some sort of gravy that an egg has been introduced too. "Hmm," she accepts the 'concoction' and prudently takes a quick sip of the dry wine then makes a comical face and quickly pops the concoction into her mouth. Her eyes widen, slightly, then water, face going a little pink around the edges as she hastily chews and swallows before the concoction sets her taste buds on fire and executes them at dawn. "Spicy," she says in a hoarse voice, clearly that gravy wasn't gravy, it was a spicy (no, HOT) sauce!

Myrana blows a breath through puffed cheeks like someone preparing to quaff a huge amount of liqour before a terrible affair. "I-I-I tend not to think about that sort of thing, Lord Eisen," she says, placing another prawn on her plate. The prawns are quite large, in a spicy sweet chile sauce. A slice of sweet green melon goes beside them. "I know my father will decide my marriage for me, and it will be for quite good reasons, and that is as far as I can bear to consider it." Lofting the first prawn, she takes a bite and reconsiders the crowd, frowning as she eats its whiskery face. "…I would say her," she gestures to one of the women in the crowd with her blonde hair in a crown plait. "Or myself, since I have already proven my willingness to shoot a man. But since that is highly unlikely, I would suggest setting your aims for whomever has something your Lady wants."

Bryad : "Ah, good, I'm quite glad, Viscount." This, of course, on the matter of the letter he'd sent. "Please do feel free to come by the Tower Unwise for luncheon on any day which finds you at leisure to do so," he issues the invitation warmly enough to Jaren before inclining his head kindly toward Henric and the Lady on his arm as she's introduced , a spark of good humor in his eye that makes the gesture more than simply polite. "And to meet you, my Lady," he tells her.

Even to Alessandra, hearing herself introduced as such was still startling, for it was still something so new to her. It is with a smile of warmth that she rests her gaze upon the Viscount. "I am uncertain how long we will be remaining in Four Corners, though I believe it will not be too much longer, unfortunately. Otherwise, I hope to meet you in Firen again, or perhaps on my next journey through."

Catching the arched brow and the look from Jaren in regards to the rum, she gives him a reassuring smile. "I have never tasted it in my life, though surely a Blue Cavalier could not be wrong?" The amusement settles on her curving lips. "Small.." she replies to Tavi, looking between he and the Mistress of the Hunt, certain he had not heard the introductions. Accepting the glass, she simply holds it, making no immediate moves to drink it as he had. "Should I find the need to speak to mine as well, Sir Tavi?" The merriment in her eyes brings her smile blossoming further. "I believe I would tell my rum the very same, that I should not drink it. Would you do the honors then, sir?" Offering it back to the Cavalier. "Sir Tavi, this is Lady Raelyn Cassomir, Sir Henric Cassomir and Lady Kira Romante." He already knows Jaren. They had saved her life together.

A wide grin on Amadeus lips as the lady offers her words. Doing much the same as her. Drinking then eating. Feeling the spicy taste as well. Letting out a breath and nodding, sipping more. Then he laughs. "You live and you learn." He offers with a wink. Trying to drain that hot taste with wine. "One-one?" Letting his gaze sweep over the area. Giving nods and similar to anyone looking their way, acting all casual. "I might have taken a bit much of that sauce."

"Lady Kaicee, then, as you wish," Cat says in reply. She grins when Elrick snags up more wine then eyeballs some of the other food, "Have either of you tried any of the other things? I generally just get the sweets. I can get all the savory food I need..but you can't shoot a cake with a bow, well you can but they don't grow in a forest..anyway.. so.." Ahem. Yep. She's not been to many fancy parties, despite wearing satin and having her hair did.

Henric offers a pointed smile at Kira as the depart from the company surrounding his brother and the Princess, though if the smile truly reaches his eyes it is hard to say - in fact, it doesn't, to those who know him. Though he is at least moving them away from the social crowds out toward the dance floor, which opens a little for the conversations fade and the foot work takes over. He leans in toward Kira and says something privately to her before he offers his hand to her own and positions himself to guide her into joining the current dance.

Tavi's foppish mannerism seems to please Raelyn, and cause the Lady to smile, even laugh just a bit. "Indeed," she counters to Tavi, "Had I not promised my sister I would only dance with her here, and perhaps my brother, you might have earned a dance with me," she tells Tavi, humored. "A pity, for fate." She looks then towards Kira and Henric, watching them go to dance, her smile softening into something warmer, gentler.

A nod comes from Julieta along with a smile, as Henry and Kira move off towards the dance floor, her mouth opening for a moment as if she were to say something to them in passing but then deciding against it. She will look up, when Alessa speaks, a moderate curiosity present in her features, before she glances to Bryad as he speaks, arching a brow but remaining silent for now.

Kira settles easily enough into Henric's arms, seeming some what relieved when they're aware from the social pressure of the party and into something she's more familiar with - the sort of courtly dancing her tutors have been drilling into her since she was very small. She too lowers her voice to speak to her partner.

"Of course Henry, we'll talk more later. Don't keep the lady waiting!" Jaren encourages his brother, then lets him wander off to see to that dance, turning his attention to Bryad, "I will be sure to do so, Lord-Brother. I'll look forward to it." He smiles graciously to the man, then looks to Alessandra with some mild trepidation as Chancellor Tyres approaches to once again demand their attention. "If you will please excuse us, Lord and Ladies." And then the pair are once again swept into the social swirl. Jaren is so making mental notes to avoid coming to quite so many of these things if he can avoid it in the future…

Tavi takes back the small glass of rum solemly, as his his duty, and sips it happily. He smiles to Raelyna nd feigns a wounded heart. "It saddens my heart, and causes it to break My Lady Cassomir. Perhaps, should I survive this heart break, we could prevail on one another for a dance at another time." He sighs wistfuly, and finishes the Princesss' rum. "Then, perhaps we, together could defy fate." he winks.

"I see…interesting observations, indeed. I will have to take them into consideration." He doesn't partake in any of the food himself, continuing to sip from the metal flask he carries with him. "I'm sure he will find an appropriate match for you…and I am also certain that it would be myself, unless our lieges commanded it to bring ties between the families closer. While I could at least tolerate your company provided you put the books back on their correct shelves, the probability of a fruitful union would be quite low…and if it was something that Lady Talia wanted, I am sure that it would be thoroughly boring." Eisen shakes his head, still casting his gaze over the crowd.

As both do agree to call Kaicee more informally, she smiles and walks over towards where the desserts are, amusement dancing in her expression. She looks back once she has a wine glass. "The music is lovely." And indeed people are beginning to dance. How exciting! Watching how quickly the wine is gone through by the D'Tremaine knight, she shakes her head. "Are you a one man party?" Giving the huntress a smile as well.

Lianna quickly chases the hot sauce slathered combination with another generous sip of the wine then laughs it out, eyes watering. "Now I see why the wine is so dry!" she gasps out, laughing again. "It's to rescue your taste buds from immolation!" With a grin she considers the score, "Oh alright. You get a full point for that one. My turn," she declares and eyes the table with a speculative gleam in her eyes. Her eyes narrow subtly at Deus, speculation, then back to the table and slips forward to peruse the selection and returns a moment with some sort of sea food, offering half of it to Deus. "This, also, shouldn't kill you," laughing her way through the words.

"No, it certainly wouldn't be." Myrana huffs, finishing the prawn. "God willing, it will be an old man with a weak heart. And on our wedding night, I shall come around the corner suddenly! BOO!" She gestures with the second prawn as if startling a decrepit old man. "And like that he will be dead as a table."
Myrana chomps on the end of the prawn.

Henric and Kira spend a few turns about on the dance floor, both managing decently to keep their courtly training in mind. Somewhere in the furl of colour and dance steps, the dark forest green dress of the Romante and the black uniform of the Lancer disappear from the ballroom floor. They were dancing one moment and gone the next. It's likely they're mingling or.. perhaps they've ditched the party. It's hard to say with so many people crowded within.

"Spicy?"

Mildness is not a word typically associated with the soft voice that belongs to Anjin Tekar, but he manages it when he directs it in the direction of the Lady Lianna Sokar. Exactly where he's been will be slightly obvious just from looking at him. Though his hands still retain leather upon them, the dark attire of his has been slightly retired for the evening, replaced by a finely cut vestment of similar hue only in this case it has acquired a degree of silver embroidery around a number of the seams and front, in addition to a curious addition in thread-of-gold solely on one shoulder.

The attire must have been completed recently, as Anjin's hand cannot stop periodically moving to adjust the collar that rises up, while his primary hand is forcibly kept occupied via holding a wineglass. His attention there at the food buffet is focused solely on Lianna, having slipped into the festivities and the crowd without a word to anyone.

When both Viscount and his brother head off with their respective partners, Bryad turns to look to she who adorns his own arm, answering one loft of a brow for the other. "Hm?" he wonders. "Shall we return to the dancing-floor?" he asks her. Not that he looks quite as apt for it as he was before… the incident. But he'll still put in the effort to entertain his guest.

As she mentions casually scaring a man to death, Eisen smirks again for a moment. "And to think that I thought you were so meek. Killing your husband from fright on your wedding night. How devious." Another drink from his flask before he rolls a shoulder. "I believe that many would rather have themselves bricked up into a tower before indulging me."

Shaking his head at Cathrynn's question, Elrick looks over at the other dishes, which are certainly tempting, "I have not, though I think I will keep it light tonight." This is no wedding feast, more of a celebratory event so he will not be invading the food with gusto, but the wine is certainly off limits and when he takes another drink from his glass, it is when Kaicee asks him about his drinking. His usual amused smirk appears, "For tonight perhaps, I chose to come without a decorative escort on my arm. And you, was that Galenthian Lancer your escort?"

"Another night, should you survive," agrees Raelyn to Tavi, with solemn sincerity in her voice, but warmth in her eyes and her countenance. She gives a small bow to the man, clearly pleased by his rather - overt, and over-the-top behavior. As her family has wandered off she finds herself alone with Tavi, and Emilia not having yet returned. "But certainly," she ventures, not missing a beat, "Your escort shall help heal the wound, and give you cause for joy upon the ballroom floor?"

Amadeus laughs as he watches Lianna as she speaks. "Indeed!" He just shakes his head. Raising a brow as he takes the food from her. "Well, good. It's reassuring." Eating it and feeling it having the same spice as before, though a completely different texture chewy. Biting over and over. Sipping one as he does. Just smiling as he tries to finish it. "Chewy." He offers with a wide grin. Once they finish he will offer a purposeful smirk.

Cat grins, "The music is lovely," she agrees then she nods about the food and decides against it. No need to risk the spicy stuff giving her bad bread or something! She picks up another glass of wine, a different flavor, and whirls it around then sniffs before taking a slow drink. "Mmmm. Yes, it is all the rage, attending sans escort," she says with a light smirk. "Apparently it hasn't quite caught on here yet." Grin.

"Alas, fair Maid of Cassomir," Tavi says sadly and simply, "My escort tonight is Duty, and it is a solemn affair." He looks to the Princess and then back to Raelyn. "A Cavalier's mission is never done, and I must, I am afraid, move, with broken heart, and broken soul, away from so lovely a visage, so that I may perform my duty." He nods. "Solemnly. The Duty. It's very Solemn." He nods.

Lianna is - cautiously - though gamely trying the fried calamari that she'd selected for this round of the contest, discovering that it's rather the consistency of fried tree bark with the taste of something similar. If not worse. She is trying not to cough, but it's rude to not finish the blasted . . ick. She chases it, also, with another restorative sip of that dry wine and hastily brushes a napkin against her lips as she smiles at the Tekar knight - he of the one word sentences. "Only a bit," she replies in turn, "if you consider hot to be akin to the glare of the sun concentrated down to one poor sauce that's left - deceptively innocent - on the table like some sort of mild gravy." She shakes her head at Deus, grinning, "Spicy, chewy and tastes like deep fried tree bark," she notes with a tone of decision. "Sir Anjin Tekar, may I introduce you to Lord Amadeus D'Lario?" she offers with a wave of one hand from Amadeus to Anjin and back.

"You poor, poor, devoted soul. May your escort of Duty, in such solemnity be short," continues Raelyn, her tone one of pity, and severity for the solemness for which Tavi suggests his duty must be served. "And upon our next encounter, perhaps Duty will be more kind to you." The Lady tips her head with solemn practicality to Tavi, "Until that time, Sir."

Looking back to where Kylier had gone, Kaicee nods distractedly. "Yes, Ky asked me to come with him, though he had duties to attend." Then it dawns on her and she offers an apologetic smile, looking between them. "If you both would ..ah.. excuse me. I did not mean to interrupt." The no date man and the unescorted huntress. "I believe I will take my cake and wine to the gardens and watch the starlight bouncing off the blooms. Good evening Lord, Lady."

Myrana eats the rest of the prawn, and then licks the sauce from her fingers in a delicate, ladylike fashion so that she doesn't ruin her gown. "Hrmph… You should know better, Lord Eisen. After burning— er. Eh?" She looks up at him. "I am sure that is an exaggeration. You are not so terrible to look at, and I am sure that you would not brutalize your spouse." Setting the plate aside, she takes a glass of weak spiced wine. "If I were inclined to marry anyone, it would certainly be someone who has your regard for books. At least if our families did decide such a thing, I'd know what I was in for." A sip. A pause of consideration. "And you don't wear that damn perfumed powder they wear in Lyionesse." She seems to be trying to find nice things to say without exxagerrating or lying. "And our horrible squalling spawn would at least be intelligent."

Grinning as Amadeus turns to Anjin as well, having missed his word. Though he stiffling a chuckle to what Lianna offers. Though as they come to the part of introduction he will offer a bow. "A pleasure sir. I do not suppose you enjoy testing new things as well?" He asks, looking over to Lianna again, whispering.

The most Sir Anjin Tekar has to offer Lord Amadeus D'Lario is an inclination of the head and a hint of a bow, in no particular order. No words, of course, but he stands there, momentarily focusing his good eye on the introduced man with the occasional glance to Lianna, before finally turning it towards the food, musing on the query posed of him it would appear. In the end, he opts for testing the wine in his hand, which is to say takes more than the two sips he's had since acquiring it.

"This is no celebration of a wedding, so I believe there are many who felt that an escort was not necessary." Elrick says, most likely thinking along that line tonight. Plus it is one less person to worry about for the vening. And it appears that the three that had their meeting and conversation at the dessert table will soon be parting ways as the D'Tremaine Knight nods his head to Kaicee who will be taking her treats elsewhere, "Perhaps we may run into each other again, Lady Kaicee." Then he turns to Cathrynn and bows his head as well, "It was a pleasure, Lady DeSalvo." Once more, formal courtesy was there in his tone, "I am suppose to find some friends of mine but in this crowd and festivities, it will be quite the challenge."

"Likely not. It would cause a multitude of issues, least of which would be explaining the demise of my bethrothed shortly after our wedding. And I do not have need of murdering everyone I do not like. Even my hands cannot hold that much blood…and thank you for the compliment." As she describes the hypothetical marriage and 'squealing spawn', the dour man nods slightly. "The powder is…unnecessary. Bathe, and one won't smell like a wet rat…and yes, they likely would be. If I had children, I would insist on their proper education. I have little use for fools, especially fools spawned of my own flesh and blood."

Tavi gives Raelyn that Roguish grin again, and then a wink. "Until then, I shall dream only of that day. No matter the time distant." He returns the hat ina flourish and bows once again.

Cat shakes her head, "Oh no you did not," she says quickly then her mouth closes as Kaicee takes her leave. "It was a pleasure to meet you," she says. Then, Elrick is making tracks too so she inclines her head, "Good luck with that then, perhaps stand up on a table for a bird's eye view," she says with a smile. And now, her typical departure. She turns and casually passes by the desserts, taking one, then another, and a glass of wine, then heads for the doors like an old lady at a buffet, alas no purse to hide the goods. Ah well. She's gone quick enough, likely no one noticed.

As Emilia returns from whever it is she'd been, Raelyn takes up her sister's arm, and takes Emilia out onto the dance floor, as she'd promised, before the two eventually leave together the same way they came in. Arm, in arm. Perfectly content, and perfectly happy to have been each other's escort for the evening.

"This isn't tasting new food, it's executing taste buds, at ten paces!" Lianna counters with a grin. "Alright alright, equal points thus far, wait wait, I'm deducting a point. You smirked," she gestures at the expression on D'Lario's face with a grin. She angles her head to catch what Deus says quietly then aims a quick shot of a grin at Amadeus and nods, "I would," she confirms. "Maybe. Possibly. Quite likely." She turns slightly back and notes that the Tekar knight is casting is good eye in the direction of the food while tasting the wine that happens to be contained rather handily in the cup that he's holding. "Careful. They opted for the finest vintage available, Sir Tekar. It's so dry it might dissolve in the cup if you look away!"

"I find it nauseating," says Myrana of the powder, and finishes her wine with a final sip. "Well, Lord Eisen, as your Madame insisted; I do not see the man I came to interrogate. Perhaps you should escort me home."

"So dramatic, my lady." Amadeus offers with a laugh. Glancing over to the lord. "Also, she quite complains does she not?" He offers teasingly. "Though, I'd not have it another way." He tries to save himself and grins at the lady. Nodding to her reply to his whisper. Not moving anywhere for now though.

Elrick is also one of those who are moving on, not finding those he is looking for, most likely fellow Knights he had known in the past. He does not depart empty handed though, another glass of wine for the road it appears had been snagged from a servant.

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