(1866-05-30) Wedding Feast at Roseguard
Wedding Feast at Roseguard
Summary: The feast held in honour of the union of Lord Henric Cassomir and Lady Elaine Volstak.
Date: 30/05/2015 (Date of RP)
Related: Wedding ceremony
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Henric  Elaine  Emilia  Graham  Cassius  Jaren  Melisande  Matthew  HeatherNPC  Jarret  Letholdus  Claire  Clara  Wulfred  Thomas  Jaelynn  Sonya  

Galenthia - Ironhold - Roseguard Castle - Great Hall

The Great Hall of Roseguard Castle is unsurprisingly where a great deal of the Castle's business is conducted. Here visitors are received, large meals and celebrations are held, the grievances of subjects are heard, and it's generally about as far as most visitors get into the home of House Cassomir. It is, unsurprisingly, a large room, leading to a slightly raised section upon which rests several large, comfortable chairs, though their construction and decoration is quite basic, lest they be confused with any sort of "throne." The pathway to that platform is covered by a long carpet of blue, trimmed in red…the colors of the house. Banners bearing the heraldry of House Cassomir hang upon the walls, and plenty of lanterns and sconces keep the place well let. Several members of the Iron Guard are on duty here at nearly all times, both on the ground floor and the balcony above.

It's quite simple to convert this into a dining space, and indeed nearly every evening that's precisely what happens as large tables are brought in, and plenty of chairs, so that the Cassomir family, their faithful retainers, and plenty of the Castle's servants share the evening meal together (usually along with a sampling of folks from Iron March or even further afield within the County). The atmosphere tends to be jovial during these times, and while nobles and commoners are seated separately, plenty of intermingling still occurs. The Hall can equally be converted into a ballroom, or arranged for other ceremonies as-needed. From here, stairways lead to the second floor, where the family's living quarters most likely are, while doorways here lead to the back of the castle where the Kitchens and the like rest, or back through the foyer and into the castle courtyard.

Mai 30th, 1866

The Great Hall of Castle Roseguard is sporting more colours than usual, the walls are not only showing the blue and red of House Cassomir, but also the purple and black of House Volstak. Which is no surprise, given the occasion. After all, there is a wedding to be celebrated! The couple have been among the first to arrive, standing somewhere at the center where a space already has been cleared for some dancing that may happen later in the evening.

The ceremony has taken place earlier, at the Iron March Church, conducted by noone else but Bishop Faustius Fogg, who somehow managed to guide the not exactly enthused pair through the rites that would lead them to matrimony. All obstacles have been braved by now, such as the exchange of the vows, the rings, the kiss… which was indeed rather chaste, less surprisingly so. This is after all not a love match, but rather a step to further the bond between two Houses.

Elaine stands beside Henric, wearing her wedding gown still, an affair in white with a bit of yellow strewn in here and there, exquisitely made, and according to rumors, a work of her mother, the famed tapestry and needlework artist Lady Heather Volstak. Her hair is arranged in a playful manner, two braids starting at her ears used to tie the rest at shoulder level, an impressive headpiece of three strands of pearls affixed to her head where earlier a bridal veil had concealed some of her hair. That veil is gone by now, and even the wedding cloak that had been worn with the Cassomir colors showing has been handed to a servant, at least for the feast.

Lady Elaine Cassomir's cheeks are rosy, her temper less nervous than it had been in the morning. Her eyes wander about the hall, shifting to the doors where guests start to filter in.

There didn't seem to be much said between the two, beyond what was expected of them to say. It was an awkward thing, one that society has groomed most nobility to accept, though it doesn't make it any less awkward. The days of being a bachelor are over for the Cassomir as he stands beside his wife, wife! That's so new to him that he has to glance over a few times to check that she was there, that he didn't just dream up this whole thing. As it was, he remained in his ceremonial armor for the time being, accustomed to the weight of it by now. His one hand was held behind his back, casually, the other was bent toward Elaine so she could hold onto it, as to be expected. He takes a deep breath as he watches the guests starting to filter in, a slight frown on his face for being the center of attention. He didn't like that very much, but anticipated it would shortly swing to Jaren and Melisande when they arrived. It was a great time for political maneuverings after all!

Jaelynn enters the feast, dressed in an elaborate gown but nothing to outshine the bride. Her gown adorned with her house colors laced within subtly within the gown. The Lady Jaelynn Arkanin holds her head high and she mingles amongst those here.

Following Sir Henric Cassomir, the newly wedded groom, into the Great Hall of Castle Roseguard is Thomas Chandus, newly minted Baron of Repton March on the east border of the kingdom. He's clad in an elaborately painted and decorated cuirass of leather, painted in the cobalt blue flanked by dark grey of his house. In the centre of the breast is the Chandus white sun in splendor, eyes inset with real gold, while a high helmet of brass with a cobalt horsehair plume is placed on his head. Earlier, Thomas had been there to make sure his friend Henric did not cut and run; to provide some steadying advice, a voice of some experience yet young enough to be a peer of his. "Congratulations, Lady and Sir Cassomir." He says once the couple has come to a stop, with a broad smile on his face. "Truly the One will bless this union, I know, and you will find immeasurable happiness in each other."

Henric lowers his chin slightly to nod to the newly minted Baron, "Your Lordship," having to rub that title in there for the other man, "Thank you for your well wishes." He has a look to his face as his eyes snap toward the exit then back to Thomas, which would suggest 'is this over yet.' When he won a tournament, he certainly preferred to duck and run or show up late if he could. "Good of you to be here," he glances over at Elaine then back to his comrade, "You'll be next now that you've landed a Barony, you know that right?" He smirks quietly, "I should've stayed up East with you lot."

It was one of those exceedingly rare occasions that Emilia Cassomir was not in leathers, nor a tunic and leggings, one might even be forgiven to not at once recognize her…for she was actually in a dress, granted one and all had seen her standing up for Elaine within it. In a dress and one that actually saw to making her look every bit the young woman that she was, the blue docies trim and elaborated pulled in with turn of red and a dash of silver to it. Her hair for once not within a braid but styled within a fine and courtly fashion. Who knew Emilia could actually clean up so shiny-like? The young woman moving with that unearthly ethereal grace, greeting some of the guests as they arrived, but even if she's shined up…in true Emilia fashion she is staying along to the side now, allowing her elder sibling to take on most of the hosting duties. Only taking to some of the minor greeting and simply being 'there' tasks as required of her.

Elaine feels the hand of her husband tightening about hers, it is enough to make her raise her gaze to meet his - only to see him in all this glinting ceremonial armor. This is odd indeed, but they have seen this day coming, for two months. A smile flickers over her mien, slightly awkward perhaps, but soon gaining in amiable expression when they are receiving congratulations from Lord… no Baron Thomas Chandus. Recognizing one of the two that had stood with Henric through the ceremony, Elaine inclines her head, hesitating a moment, before she offers a curtsey. "Baron, thank you very much for your good wishes," she says evenly, even though that last wish makes her shoot Henric a glance, to gauge his reaction to it.

Jaelynn slowly makes her way to visit the pair, a gift in her hands, a small box wrapped in a golden cloth. It was embroidered with both houses Cassomir and Volstak house crests together on the cloth. Presenting the present when it was her turn, not rushing the Baron's time. The youngest Arkanin all smiles for them.

Graham wears his best clothes today though ceremonial sword at his side. The knight has been to a few fancy occasions but this one means more than those given he knows the bride and groom. He had sat off once his charge had gone to do her duties for the wedding and had only rejoined the side of Lady Emilia it is here that he walks now he looks over to the lady as they move sticking to the outskirts for the moment he speaks softly. "M'lady Emilia, apologies ahead of time, but today. I wouldn't entirely bet on you being able to disappear such as you are." he smiles warmly her way.

Thomas can't help but cringe a little bit when Henric ribs him on his new title, although he appears to take it with a big, fat grain of salt and keeps his smile. His smile reaches his eyes for a brief moment as he follows Henric's gaze, not bothering to shake his head. Still, it's insinuated that, 'No, you can't leave, this is for life.' He nods firstly at the husband, and dips his head respectfully to the wife. "My lady - you will always be able to count on myself and my house as a friend to you and yours." Then to Henric, "Well, we'll see about that, Sir Henric. As for you staying out east - while things may have been hard going here and nebulous, you've stabilized a region that was of questionable disposition and, thus, in some ways you've done the realm a better turn that you could have on horseback in the east. Her Majesty undoubtedly feels the same." He does not notice Emilia - she really is sneaky!

"Ah, but my manners, of course. Your gift! Well, I won't spoil it, but it's on its way. Now, I'm sure you've many to talk to and much to eat and drink. Enjoy, and I know you will provide each other with enumerable happiness." He steps off to let others talk and offer congratulations.

Slipping in with the other guests, Jarret looks around a little carefully at the various guests, letting others move over to speak with the newlyweds first, it would seem. He's properly dressed in fine clothing, as one's supposed to. Glancing around, he notices Emilia and Graham, offering them both a quiet nod and a smile.

Cassius has been sitting with his family during the ceremony, clad in finest garb, all shiny new and made to measure. Now he follows the other Volstaks into the Great Hall to find a quiet spot from which to ogle the young ladies.

Jaelynn watches Thomas move on, and she grins slightly as she moves closer to Henric and his Bride "Your gift." she says simply her eyes move from Wife to Husband slowly before she lets the box go to whichever one of them was collecting the gifts.

The approaching Jaelynn will catch Elaine's attention, unknown as she is to her. A glance will be cast Henric's way, a silent question if he is acquainted with the lady in the fine dress. Her grey-blue eyes wandering further, spotting Graham and Emilia, the latter of which had stood with her during the ceremony only to become her sister-in-law. A warm smile is offered to the touched Cassomir, and an incline of the head should Emilia look her way. Attention shifts back to Thomas, the warmth remaining in her gaze. "I thank you for your words, Baron, very much so. I believe you and Lord… um Henric are close enough for me to assure you of the same."

Emila gives a faint look towards Graham at these words of his. Doth this not sound like a challenge? "Sir of Graham, there is aof bride and of groom, of mine-brother of Jaren," /the/ Jaren, walking legend himself" and of Rose Queen," the /Queen/," I am of thinking I could be of disappearing much more of easier then you are of thinking. People will be of focusing on of important of people, not of me." There is a minor tug to the corners of her lips,"Be of sides, I have much of practice of slipping of away from much smaller of occasions. " Though with seeing Jarret offering a nod in their direction, the Sokar is offered a bow of her head in return. A gentle incline of her head along towards Elaine with a little tugging at the corners of her lips in the way that Emilia sort of smiles.

Henric will no doubt enjoy pestering Thomas about his new station later, when he has the time. The One knows there's not been a lot of it lately. Metalmire's been stabilized. The Mine will be operating within the month, as organization of the surviving miners and getting new people trained and up to speed would take a bit of time. Thanks to the almost natural ability Henric displayed (rocked a stewardship roll), aided with his sister of course, the mine was being cleared of rubble, while repairs and improvements were undergone, making it slightly more efficient than it was. Then there were the trials, a matter on going. Yet, public opinion seemed boosted by the aid of local people to help with the trials, if still tense, the atmosphere in Metalmire had gone back to some state of normality — allowing this wedding to go ahead without too much trouble. "I didn't do it alone-" Henric states then to Thomas, offering a quieter smile, oddly humble about the fact, almost unwilling to accept responsibility for it. As for the note of her Majesty, he glances that way, to note the woman's arrival and of course, the gathering that was around her. Nobles wanting favours no doubt, making an impression. "The gift of you being here was enough, but we thank you all the same, Your Lordship." An impish smirk as he turns to Jaelynn, who seems to be up next. "Lady Jaelynn," a dip of his head, "A pleasant surprise to see you in attendance. We're honoured."

The parents of the bride, the Lord and Lady of Redbarrow enter the Great Hall at a confident stride, both of them beaming and seemingly very much in high spirits. Lord Matthew is already moving to where his daughter and son-in-law are standing, his wife following in his wake with a slight rolling of her eyes at her husband's enthusiasm. Sir Aaron and Sir Devon seem to be content to withdraw to the table, where their younger brother is already seated.

Jaelynn smiles warmly to Henric, "It is my pleasure Lord" she curtsies to Henric "Lady" she inclines her head slightly and curtsies nicely to her as well "Please take the gift with the blessings of my house, to see you a wonderful marriage." she smiles to them both, "the road here has been a long one and I pray you will find happiness together." she smiles then and she moves along to let the others say hello and wish the couple well and present gifts.

"We never do, Sir Henric," Thomas calls as he walks away, "but you are the face and the command." The Baron shifts off to the side, letting his hands drop to his highly shined black leather belt and grasping it. Thomas's watery blue eyes scan the room, nodding approvingly at the arrival of the Volstaks. The sight of Jaelynn Arkanin, one of the healers who ensured his survival at Goldhollow, brings a fresh smile on.

The knight smirks slightly at her words taken as a challenge. "It was not a challenge m'lady I have been on the guards end of your slip-aways one too many times for that. I simply meant you look quite lovely is all. Also you are important m'lady." Graham speaks low but complimentary. He nods in return to Jarret and looks over to nod to Lady Elaine though she is looking towards Emilia. "I have a gift for the lady. I can go alone if you wish or we can greet them together?" he offers to help.

Cassius ignores his brothers as they seek a seat nearby, his eyes focusing on the queen instead as if he's seeing the woman for the first time. Perhaps it is. Otherwise he just sits quietly, working his way through the first of what will be many glasses of wine

Henric turned with an appraising nod at Thomas' departing words, a tug of a frown for the man's sentiments prior to looking back to Jaelynn. He nods to Elaine to accept the gift from her, with a gesture of his hand, "We thank you for your kindness Lady Jaelynn. We're most honoured to accept your gift." He tips his head at the woman's departure, adding for an aside to Elaine, "She served Goldhollow's efforts well and was part of the last mission before we left Metalmire. She's a gifted healer and might become famous for it, one day, if she keeps it up." The first words to Elaine, really! He's loosening up a bit around the edges now that the ceremony is well over and people are starting to mingle with eachother and not stare at him so much. His eyes follow Elaine's wave toward where his sister was, offering her a slight smile, but she'd know it that he was finding all the attention difficult. He's not Jaren, who was over there acting so cool and calm, saying all the right things to the courtiers that lined up to greet the future King on the arm of the Rose Queen.

Elaine observes the interaction between Henric and Jaelynn with a curiosity, accepting the box if Henric fails to do so - maybe this is one of her new duties, accepting wedding presents. And maybe it her curiosity that prompts her to open the box, to take a glimpse of its contents. "You are a.. pursuer of the healing arts?", she inquires in Jaelynn's direction, quickly surveying four first aid kits - and an envelope upon which her new name has been written. The envelope is opened, the letter skimmed over, a key also inside held in the other hand, when Elaine cannot help but let out a squeak of delight! Jaelynn, even if she was already about to slip away will be pursued, and grabbed for a hug. "Thank you so much, my lady, how could you have guessed…? I'm sure Henric must have told you, hasn't he? A trained fox? Words can't express my gratitude!", Elaine confesses, hugging Jaelynn again before she will let go of her, and when she does, a true expression of delight sparkling in her gaze.

Emilia shakes her head slightly at Graham,"I am not of important." Even that child's reaction to meeting her, a Cassomir could not change her thinking on that. "But of thanking," she says softly, in acknowledging the compliment. "I can be of going of along of with." Gently turning to walk along with the Cassomir knight, rightly one of the few probably who seem to pay little mind to the presence of the Queen. A look of encouragement offered to her brother.

Jaelynn moves on - past Henric to allow other well wishers. She smiles gently to Thomas "Good to see you well - Baron" she says a light flush crosses her cheeks as she gives him a light curtsy. So many nobles here she has helped, yet the one knows the Lady was not supposed to be so close to danger. The small healer looks around and slowly moves to seat herself alone - except for her guard who keeps his eye on her at a distance. A nod of her head to Elaine, and she smiles taken aback as she is hugged by the bride. She laughs a little "others need to give you their gifts m'lady".. she chuckles flushing as she hugs the woman.

Thomas dips his head at Jaelynn in reply to the curtsey. "And you, Lady Jaelynn. You are daring and fearless, and I am glad to know that Saint Sarah watches over and protects you from harm, even as you raise people from the harm they've received." As the women continue to talk, Thomas notes with much amusement Cassius's mix of ogling and drinking wine. He'll probably regret the latter tomorrow morning, judging by the speed, but ah… to be young.

Cassius had come to know Jaelynn when the woman patched him up recently and doesn't look too happy to see her seated alone. So he sends a servant over offering to join him it pleases her.

Lord Matthew Volstak will incline his head in respect towards Thomas as he moves off, a smile will be offered to Jaelynn even, whom he will remember from Goldhollow as well. A slight rolling of his eyes the reaction to Elaine's slightly emotional outbreak over receiving a gift. He will use the opportunity to step closer and offer his hug of the son-in-law. "Henric." Lords and Sirs being dropped now that they are family, obviously. "Be patient with her. She is still young, but she can learn refinement if given some proper amount of time…" This said with a low rumble of laughter rising in his chest, a clap of hand given to Henric's shoulder. "I'm glad. Couldn't have found anyone better for my Elaine. Take care of her, will ya." Falling back into less refined speech, as the Volstak Head of House lets go of the Cassomir. "You're a brave lad." As if such is needed, in the further challenges to be met today.

Moustache waxed, beard oiled, the gloriously portly knight bedecked in his finery, which in his case is armour and knightly surcoat all splendiferously cleaned, polished and oiled. The thick leather belt doing a grand job in holding in his stomach as he finally makes his way towards the happy couple, "By the One!" He roars! "It is about time! A good woman to keep you in line!" The words positively bellowed. Who cares about private conversation? Not Sir Wulfred. To Henric the old knight beams, pouchy eyes aglow with mirth, "You had better look after her, she's a rare find I'm sure. Tolerant, beautiful, intelligent and beautiful! Yes, the current Mrs de Ufford expects little Henrics and many little Elaines soon!" And then to Elaine he just smiles a broad and fatherly smile, holding out his hands in a gesture of acceptance, "M'lady! I praise your undoubted patience and glorious presence, Lord Henric is truely blessed! Truely, truely blessed!"

Jaelynn chuckles listening to the portly knight and then she lifts her glass to her lips. The servant is spoken to a long soft moment before the Lady lets her eyes pan over the people here to enjoy the feast, wine and when it comes, the dancing.

The words had come out smoothly but internally the knight had opened his inner thesaurus for a word which wouldn't get him stabbed by the groom nor shot by his bride to be yikes from beautiful as an entry the synonyms well not all of them were better some were worse doubtful he'd tell even Cat she were ravishing.. He looks over shaking his head from thought when she speaks again he smiles "I suppose that's something we shall always disagree on has to be one thing. Your welcome though." he nods as she says she'll go with him and he'll join the queue waiting to speak to the newly weded couple "M'lord Henric M'lady Elaine, congratulations to you both." Graham pauses as that voice reaches them "By the one Sir Wulfred, we meet again." he nods his head in greeting but turns back. "I got you a gift m'lady Elaine it isn't much." he offers a small box which has a charm bracelet the sort bought on a knights pay. It has trinkets of a boar and folks riding on horses and trees. He will offer it over.

"Wait.. wait.. what? A fox..?" That was Henric's surprised ramblings as Elaine swiftly left his side to go show her enthusiasm and excitement over the gift of a pet fox. Unsure of what to do with himself as he watches the merriment, he grouses to himself, with an annoyed chuff of air, "A fox…" He shakes his head and looks around at the guests flowing in, wondering who else is going to saddle them with a beast. His eyes fell then to Emilia, watching her on the arms of Sir Graham, with that odd look that suggests he very much wished for that sight to be not just a presentation for this occasion, that she could be comfortable as a noble lady, that she would wear her position with pride and confidence. Almost five years ago now, the life changed for them all.

But still, while Elaine was over expressing her joy over her new pet - that thing better not piss on the rugs - he turned to his younger sister. "You really take a shine after our mother… You look beautiful," a nod to Sir Graham, "Good to see you, Sir Graham."

Then there's Lord Matthew, catching his attention from left field as it were, getting a -hug- from the man makes his eyes widen a bit. It's been an awful long time since any fatherly figure hugged him! He grunts a bit at the clap to the shoulder, "She will make a fine wife, I'm sure." He tries to impress the Lord Volstak with some measure of a smile, such a forced one it was. "I will, take care of her, sir," the 'sir' here more to respect the fatherly aspect than not, chuckling awkwardly at the mention of being brave.

Wulfred as usual has Henric giving an amused side ways smile, though he does snort at the mention of little Henrics, rolling his eyes. If there's anything to say back to the roaring knight, it seems lost in the belly aching of joy that he creates. Henric glances over to Emilia and Graham, amused.

Cassius eyeballs the loud boisterous knight talking of little Elaines and little Henrics and flags down a wench to refill his cup. A long drag taken of that and the his servant arrives with more good news. He looks over to Jaelynn and makes some grand arm-waving gesture that has his neighbour ducking for cover, inviting her over.

Keeping quiet where he is, Jarret chuckles momentarily as Wulfred makes his entrance, before making his way forward to join the line of people preparing to congratulate the couple. Shaking his head a little to himself as he watches the crowds, but otherwise keeping silent until it's his time to greet the couple.

"Oh?", Elaine replies to Jaelynn with a bit of surprise showing in her rosy features. "Ah. Yes. You are right." She was the bride today… gosh, how could she forget. "Enjoy the feast," she says with a smile, before she returns to Henric, finding her father already there. The inevitable hug comes, between daughter and father, a hug that the former may not want to end. Congratulations offered at a lower volume, before loud bellowing of another comrade-in-arms will resound through the hall.

Thomas shimmies on over to Jaelynn, removing his highly shined helm from atop his head and tucking it under an arm. "Well, my lady, how do you fare? It's been many months since you rescued me from the abyss, so to speak." As a servant passes, he hands his helmet to him in exchange for a cup of wine. He smiles at the Arkanin. "And here we are, a thousand miles from a battlefield, metaphorically speaking."

"Of aye, Sir of Graham, we shall always be of having to of dis-of-agree upon of that of one, I am of thinking." Emilia least willing to agree upon that matter concerning her importance, or lack there of. Yes, probably best not to call her ravishing, then not likely Henric would care if any ever called her that.
There is a light smile that actually slips for Henric when she catches that odd look upon his face, knowing what he might be wishing for, a gift she could not gift him that, nor more than anyone could change what had been done to her. The soft turn of a smile, that she could give, a rare sight it was,"I am of thanking, mine-brother," speaking softly to Henric's compliment to how Emilia has dressed for this evening. His day. Once Graham has offered his gift, Emilia does move to give a hug to both bride and groom. Henric's perhaps lingering that touch longer, her head settling into that little nook in customary fashion. A girt perhaps not presented in the moment, but then one had been given before, or perhaps they'd not discovered it yet…and owuld later…Some point…today, in the days ahead…Sometime.

And then Graham comes along, with Emilia in tow. Elaine accepts the box with genuine warmth in her voice. "Sir Graham… I am grateful you could attend… and awww… this is such a nice gesture." The charm bracelet is given an approving inspection. "Thank you so much, Sir!" Her gaze shifts to Wulfred and she smiles. "Thank you, Sir. You are too kind, and… I am glad you could attend and… show support to Henric during the ceremony." This she had indeed noticed. "He has spoken much about you, and I am happy to finally be able to make your acquaintance." Grey-blue eyes shift to darker ones, and Elaine returns Emilia's hug. "Sister," she murmurs into the Cassomir lady's ear with fondness in her tone.

Jaelynn eats her food while the progression of congratulations and gifts go .. she smiles a bit and swirls her glass lightly, sitting up tall and gazing about from face to face between bites. As the Baron comes to where she sits, she smiles "I am glad to be far from the battlefield for once." she grins an infectious smile as her lips turn upright, "I hear things are changing for you as well. I do hope you find your new position blessed." she offers him softly. She does not move as she has seated herself and is eating, though she watches Graham and she smiles seeing him with Emilia, "now… that is good to see, the young Cassomir with such a knight." she sounds approving of the match before her.

"Oh I am ever in your service m'lady, you need only ever send word!" Wulfred nods to both Henric and Elaine, "And it was my honour, as it always shall be." That said, the old knight bows deeply to both and steps away, giving Henric a slap on the arm as he moves off and away to grab a flagon of something frothy. A few seconds later, there's a resounding, "Sir Graham! Good to see you lad! How's the wife? Children yet? Can't start too early!", the volume button clearly broken as the Wolf shifts away from the husband and wife and seeks drink amidst this merry throng of people.

Henric does appreciate the hug from his sister, in fact he does hold it as much as she's willing, muttering to her, "I'll save you a dance." Since after all, the Cassomir's were known for their partying and not all this fluffy formal stuff. Though it was as much as they had to tolerate, for now. He watches Graham give Elaine a gift with a nod, appreciating the gesture all the same from the knight he's relied heavily upon in the last couple months to lead a portion of the troops to Coastmire. Henric sways a bit from the slap on the arm from Wulfred, calling out behind him, "Least you could do is get me something to wet my lips with huh? How about an ale or whiskey…" For god sakes someone get him a drink. He can't rightly do so with the people coming up to them.

"Aye, it is a blessing to be away from that. To be honest, Lady Jaelynn, while it is a blessed thing to have helped raise my house up, if I could go back and bring peace to my lands and have the man who fought us still alive, on our side… I would. It would have been better to be a Lord and my lands prosperous. But, that is that. My son and daughter live, as does my mother. The siege was well withstood; now we are to rebuild. But there are still so many Thorn in the County to deal with." Thomas eyes a seat next to her, sipping from his wine and motioning to a servant for some small food. "If I may sit next to you, m'lady? I just need to do one thing, please excuse." Apparently, his groomsman alarm went off. He plucks two tall cups of wine from another servant and brings them over to Elaine and Henric. "You've got servants to take gifts, and hands to shake and drink with. Enjoy!"

Lord Matthew will linger for a moment and watch his wife express her joy with overwhelmed hugs and… sobs even, as she holds her daughter for a moment. Emotions boiling high, obviously. But then the Volstaks will join their sons at the High Table. As it is time for some food to be had, when the wave of congratulators subsides.

Elaine takes Henric's arm, leaning a bit over to him, as she says: "I think it's time for the food. And the pie."

And what a pie it is. Made of ingredients of the region, of moderate size to offer up two or three mouthfuls to each of them probably - as it is known that newlyweds may lack appetite for food. It will already wait for them on the table, beside the goblet of silver, they are supposed to share their wine from - this taken as good omen for fertility. Elaine lowers herself into her seat, and inspects the pie and the small forks laid out for them both.

Jaelynn tilts her head and she nods to the Baron, she allows the seat near her to be claimed by him, her eyes shifting to follow him and then passing over the crowd at a whole. The lady seems to be in good humor as she takes in the festivities.

Jarret shakes his head as he approaches the couple after Wulfred has spoken with them, offering a brief grin at Henric. "Oh no, you don't. Part of the punishment, I believe," he remarks, rather lightly. A brief pause, before he adds, "Oh, and congratulations, to the two of you." At the mention of the food, he offers a grin, "We'll speak further later," he offers, moving off to find himself a place to sit as well.

"I am glad you like it m'lady, it was an honor to attend the ceremony." Graham looks back to the exchange for Lord Henric and his sister and smiles seeing a proper smile on the latter's face which is something he even knows is rare and enjoys seeing when it does happen. He nods smiling to the Lords words "Of course m'lord." he will make sure he does indeed get a drink somehow or perhaps someone over heard. He looks over to Wulfred and grins "No wedding yet my friend he says to him, and thus by that account no children." he actually loses his smile a moment where indeed is Cat at not in a hat that's for sure. "All is well with you? I lead my last charge into the arms of my foes without thee Sir Wulfred, wasn't quite right some how." he grins.

Emilia gives a little nod to Henric as he mentions saving that dance, allowing the hug to linger a bit. Anyone who knew the brother and sister, knew they were close, so would understand the lingering hug. There had been a little smile for Elaine, an echoed murmur of 'Sister' for the newest Cassomir. Before Emilia had stepped back to Graham, her knight-protector, also known to be betrothed to Huntress Cathrynn…who is likely off in patrolling in the woods.

Henric sends a look of gratitude to Thomas who comes to the rescue, taking the cup of wine with some measure of relief showing on his features. Jarret is given a brief look of appreciation, "Thanks Sokar…" he smirks at Jarret. It had been damn hot to stand up in front of the massed crowd at the church and to wait it out while the congratulations had been seen too, so he shot guns the wine after it's been received. Elaine's suggestion has him glancing to the tables with a nod, following behind her as they make to their seats. He's at least happy to have a seat, eyes scowering over the guests as they mingle.

Wulfred slaps Graham's arm and grins, both at Graham and the saving of Henric's moment of temperence by Thomas, "Soon enough m'lad and too right, here's hoping the next charge is by your side, though the horses are getting thinner… keep falling off the damn things." There's a grin. Yup, definately the horses. With Emilia's arrival, the old knight smiles broadly and bows, "Ah you must be Lady Emilia, damned good to meet you m'dear." And the old knight bows once more, his crooked left arm snug against his stomach and a few joints crick and crack at the effort.

The wedding pie is supposed to be shared by bride and groom - but meanwhile other, similar pies are distributed outside to the common people! A tradition that ensures the commoners will cheer for such noble weddings as well, because they are somewhat included in the feasting.

In the Great Hall, meanwhile a trio of lute fiddle and flute players have gathered on a small podium near the space cleared for the dance. After tuning their instruments they launch into an unobtrusive lingering tune, for now content to accompany the chatter, drinking and eating at the tables with some musical finesse. No dancing will occur until the first dance of bride father and bride has happened.

Elaine shoots Henric a glance that is showing a bit of mischief, before her fork digs into the pie and she tastes it, suddenly becoming aware she hasn't eaten in a while. The goblet has been filled with wedding wine, and Elaine takes a sip from it before she offers it to Henric. The musicians draw her attention, and she smiles, her gaze finding her father's for a brief spell. "I am starving," she confesses to Henric, taking another forkful of the pie. "And this is delicious. You need to try it." Her fork secures a third mouthful of the pie and she raises a brow.

Emilia's dark eyes turn upon the bearded fellow that has been rather boastereous and declared something about little Henric and Elaines at one point, a small cant of her head a she looks upon him when it is declared she must be Lady Emilia. Dipping her head gently,"I am of she, and you must of be, Sir of Wulfred. Much have I of heard of you, it is nice to be meeting of you more of properly of finally." A smooth and graceful curtsey given to the old knight.

Thomas returns to Jaelynn's table, which one might imagine is a fairly prominent one given her status, and takes his newly claimed seat. The food comes to him and he refills his cup, smiling now. "Well, m'lady, I must say that this is the first time that I've really relaxed since Kirekhall, before the new year. It is good to be among friendly faces. Hopefully, we will be able to plan the next move as a kingdom, for the first."

Henric glances aside to his… wife, yep, his wife, and watches her eat and talk in that undignified and unladylike manner. It might be a source of amusement for him though, watching her mow down on the pie. He prefers the drink. The wedding wine is taken, with some inspection to make sure she didn't backwash into it, so there's no little food floaties in it. They -had- to share a cup after all. He does sip from it and set it down, knowing he had to go through the damn customs again and eat some of the pie. "You look to be enjoying yourself… You've a bit of-" he taps his cheek where she has a few crumbles of pie smeared already, "-pie right there." He'll offer her a napkin to take care of it, while he takes only a short sampling of the pie himself. Not hungry for pie. Not hungry at all. He'll stick to drinking the wine.

Graham smiles to the other knight and nods to his words "Indeed, soon perhaps another ride. You missed a sand lion attack, some bandits and White Hall raiders." He ticks off so far. The young man looks back though as his charge steps back towards him. "M'lady, thank you." he says for escorting him to the bride and groom or well something. He looks to the other knight "Hadn't realized you two hadn't met, I'd have made introductions. I'm the knight who frets constantly over m'lady." he chuckles. "Also I'll have you know that Lady Elaine has taken to calling me the Lily Knight so that has not gotten lost."

Jaelynn smiles a bit as she is rejoined, she smiles softly to him and nods her head quietly "I agree. How have your children been?" she asks him with a soft smile, "Have you written them?" she wonders of the Barron. She is idly talking to Thomas as she watches the pie be shared, she grins slightly and sips on her own wine. It was good and there was a light flush in her cheeks from the drink, or her company. But whatever the cause the Lady keeps herself poised.

"Oh that I must be!" Wulfred intones merrily to Emilia, "And it is likely all true, why if I hadn't had to keep saving your brother's life I'd probably have retired to run a nice inn deep in the countryside by now, he has certainly kept me busy and no doubt he has kept you both busy too eh? And a sand lion? Bandits? The Lily Knight indeed! Yes… you're one damned ferocious flower Sir Graham, damned good to have at ones back." The warm words followed with a merry enough wink to both Emilia and Graham before he is finally silenced by the simple act of taking a sip from his tankard. And then a gloriously long quaffing. Quaffage one might say. Quaaaaaffaaaaaage. Quaffing of the drink that moistens the beard and adds a hint of flavour to the bristles for a short moment, "He's a lucky bugger." The words offered as he turns to regard the pie shovelling wife and the pie resistant husband, "She's clearly the patient sort."

Chandus says, "Edward's only three, and Alexandra a babe. My mother told me that Edward thought it was a game when they were under siege in Sun Shield Keep… he had no idea what was going on, though," and here he laughs, "she brought him to the battlements on a few occasions to watch our archers rain arrows down on the Caltu savages. That's my mother for you. When I was young, during the Thirty Year War, she had my uncle Phillip take me on a punitive expedition against the Caltu. For a woman from the lands around Firen, you'd be surprised by how much she loathes them." At Jaelynn's question about writing, he shakes his head. "No, and for the same reason as my son's playfulness - he has yet to reach the age of reason. I only plan to be gone for a few weeks at most, in any case. One small campaign is wrapped up. Now a larger one needs to be concluded in County Windholme." Out of interest, to get some time to eat, or perhaps a bit of both, Thomas asks, "And what about you, Lady Jaelynn? What are your plans now? Do you go back to Wayston?"

At least she has seemed to have enjoyed herself for a moment, what can be wrong with that? Elaine has slimmed down in the past two months, not so much by design but maybe because a certain betrothed was so little encouraging? Now, with their fate sealed and all, the strain she had felt falls off her shoulders and brings those long forgotten delights back - food! Drink, oh yes, her cheeks are already pinkening from the effects of the wedding wine, the goblet grabbed when Henric puts it down after his rather hesitant sip. "I am," she replies in all honesty to his remark, his gesture resulting in a surprised and a bit awkward giggle, the crumbs on her cheek rubbed away with the back of her hand. "You better eat," she says, with a slightly hushed and sobered tone, "or the guests will take it as a bad omen."

Any reply Henric may have for his wife will be lost on her, as this is the moment when Lord Volstak steps forth to claim the First Dance with his daughter. "If you'll excuse us, Henric," the Lord of Redbarrow says with a smirk. "Your feet will be spared at least for another few moments. Lean back, enjoy, and watch how it's done!" The right of the elder, and the father-in-law, to address a lord, albeit a slightly disgraced one, in such a manner. The wink however is genuine, and Elaine is already on her feet. "Husband." This offered, before she rushes off to the dancefloor, welcoming the dance with a light giggle of anticipation. The musicians adapt accordingly, and shift into a light jig.

Emilia gives a slight nod,"Of aye, a Sand Lion, was after of a young child. Was of distracting of it," perhaps a bit more than that, giving the faint pink scars on her neck where the beast tried to take her head off with it's claws,"while Sir of Graham and Sir of Jarret got of the child to of safety." A mild tug comes to the corner of her lips,"Though of aye, Henric does need much of looking of after, always of getting into some of trouble or of another, keeps us all much of busy. Though you should now be of able to be of retiring, then, of aye?" Emilia giving a look along towards the newly wedded couple, managing to just look ever stoic and solemn at the two. And then take a sip of wine from a goblet that was acquired along the way.

<FS3> Elaine rolls Dancing: Good Success.

Food is one thing, but for the Sokar in attendance, the drink seems to be the most important, as Jarret seems to be drinking more than he eats. Although he still eats a bit. Pausing as he sees the people rushing off to the dance floor, he groans momentarily, for some reason, his expression turning quite distance. Shaking that mood away after a few moments, he looks over in Henric's direction, lifting his goblet in a silent toast to his friend.

Jaelynn looks terrified at the thought of returning home, her eyes betray the emotion behind the colorful orbs. She pauses to answer him as she takes in his story, and she smiles when he mentions his children. A deep breath is taken, her body shakes slightly, ever so slight that perhaps only her companion could tell. She lifts her goblet and replies a soft reply to him.

He listens to the story told by Lady Emilia and nods "The lady here is as brave as her brother in battle." Graham comments to Wulfred after the story given she stated down the lion and was attacked and all. He tilts his head at the thought of the older knight retiring. "Mayhaps so though only when your good and ready." He grins he looks back to those who dance before back again. He considers once more luckily not needing his thesaurus from earlier.

Henric adjusts his cloak and pulls on his high collar, to loosen it or get a moment where he can fan some air down his collar. Her awkward giggle at least has his attention, observing her response to the crumbs on her cheek and her subsequent warning that he better eat. There might be an exasperated response though it is silenced when he realizes her father is there to sweep her up into the official first dance. He hoists the wedding wine up to toast Lord Matthew, observing the pair sweeping to the dance floor. He takes another long drink of wine and begins to pick away at the pie. Well, at least another bite or two. He'll spot the toast from Jarret and return it, gaze fleeting however as he sits back with some stiffness showing in his posture. Damn Cassomir's, stoic to the last of them!

Wulfred grins at Emilia and Graham, "Perhaps a few years more, see if I can't catch up old Sir Raymund… still battles to fight and a new long cannon to test on the field of battle… anyways, if I retire that leaves a battlefield laden with stick thin knights dazzling each other with their polished armour which in turn is weighed down with tokens of affection while poetry rattles about their heads. I have a few things left to teach." A wink, a sip and a smile as he watches Elaine and her father dance. The smile softening and distant, the old knight's thoughts clearly having drifted to what might have been and what could still be when it comes to those daughters of his who remain upon this mortal coil.

Jaren, future king of Galenthia, finally divests himself from his betrothed to approach the High table where his younger brother seems to be moping in true Cassomir style. The older brother puts a hand on Henric as he moves to rise, respectfully keeping the younger of the two pinned to the chair. There are some words exchanged as Jaren takes a seat next to Henric, though exactly what they're saying to each other isn't clear. So far, it seems Henric is listening while the older brother is doing much of the talking. For anyone who knows the relationship between the two, it was the ordinary thing to see. The imparting of advice and some wisdom perhaps, regardless if the younger Cassomir was receptive to it or not. Hard to tell. At least Jaren has a twinkle of happiness there in his eye, despite whatever awkward rifts may linger between them.

Thomas's eyebrows slowly rise upwards as Jaelynn leans in to whisper to him, though the rest of his face maintains an impassive expression. "Why, pray tell, not, m'lady?"

It seems father and daughter are enjoying this magical moment of the shared dance, as if Elaine got her chance here to properly say goodbye to her childhood and life as a Volstak. She manages fairly well, despite the earlier attested lack of polish. And there is perhaps a reason for this dance being the first… it occurs quite early during the feast, allowing to display a grace that may lack later, due to consumption of food and drink!

The dance concludes, the lutist and fiddler bringing the jig to a enthusiastic finale until they finish off in a final chord. Elaine returns to the table, slightly out of breath, cheeks even rosier than before - and are there beads of sweat on her forehead from the exercise? Jaren she will greet with the natural awe, lowering herself into a curtsey before she retakes her seat, remaining silent for now as she allows the brothers to converse without interfering. Her glance wandering next to her own brothers - and the ogling oh so cute youngest brother of hers.

Emilia does point out,"But Uncle of Ray did of retire for of time, before of returning to of service, so of see, you are due of break for of time. Then you can return with of flourish like of he of did." Not quite how that worked, but he did have to come back out of retirement. Dark eyes do flicker up to see that her brothers are actually talking, knowing how that relationship goes, that they are talking is something and there is a hint of a smile that goes up that away.

Some final words are imparted as Jaren is on the move, likely to go pay respect to Lord Volstak and many others who would have good reason to to approach him. Henric watches his brother depart, a flash of guilt and regret, but as it is, he is also on the move. He rises from the table and extends his hand to his wife, "I believe it is our turn on the dance floor." His tone is neutral, for the time being, trying to put effort into an expression at least, corners of his lips turned up just enough. So encouraging, isn't it?

"Umm, of course," Elaine mutters, clearly perplexed by the move of Henric to actually ask her to dance with him. They are married, of course, but still… The effort is noted, her cheeks still flushed as she rises once again to her feet. Her hand extended to take his, to be led to the dance. Her gaze flickers towards the musicians, pleading perhaps for a tune that will not be as wild as the previous one. One hand moves to check on her hair but it seems it is still arranged the way it should be. A smile albeit slightly tempered is offered to the Cassomir lord, as she waits for the dance to commence.

Jarret watches the happenings carefully for now, looking about to get to his feet as he sees the Cassomir brothers no longer being in conversation. As he sees Henric getting ready for the dance with his wife, however, he sinks down in his seat once more. Not quite the right time for what he has in mind…

Henric spends 1 luck points on Happy Feet.
<FS3> Henric rolls Dancing+25: Amazing Success.

Staying to the edges of the hall, the lady Clara Romante seems content to simply observe…for the moment. She is cordial enough to those that approach her, but she herself does not take the initiative. It seems that the young lady doesn't want to take anything away from the new lady Cassomir's special day, and that includes any distractions on Clara's part.

Graham grins looking between the two "I imagine either way many would understand if you wished to rest or not. I'm glad I only fall into one of those categories myself as far as knights go so i'm still safe and may know what I'm doing still. I can hope or pretend at least." he winks though he looks over to Emilia once more finally seeming to make his decision. "M'lady? Once the dance is opened to others would you care to dance with me?" he looks back "Only if you wouldn't mind pardoning us a moment or two Sir Wulfred, I dont wish to be rude."

<FS3> Elaine rolls Dancing: Good Success.

Jaelynn is lost watching the dances and then she smiles to her companion "It is a conversation for later Barron." she tells him gently "let us not allow such things to ruin the night." she asks of him softly. Her eyes shift from him to the dancing then back to him with a smile. "Do not allow me to keep you from dancing ..if you wish." she offers him.

Seems like Elaine is in for a surprise. The stoic Cassomir can actually dance! Astonishment is evident in the glance she shoots Emilia, brows drawn together in a silent question, as to why she had not told her? Her gaze brushes Clara and she smiles, remembering the story of Clara having to nudge this Cassomir to this form of entertainment. At least her husband seems to put some effort into their relationship, for once. Mayhaps encouraged by the words of Viscount Jaren Soon-To-Be-King Cassomir?

"Ah, to dance with abandon. One day, one day. My lady Jaelynn - though I can proudly vault over chasms, sprint up hillsides and step to and fro in battle, I fear that dancing is… not among my talents. However, if you let me have one more cup of wine, I would ask you for a dance and try my best, hoping that I neither trip and fall nor the Queen sees." Thomas grins broadly at Jaelynn, sipping from his cup.

If anyone notices, Jaren's expression will show a hint of approval as his younger brother stands to offer his newly wedded wife a dance. For Henric, he knew it was somewhere a part of the customs but he should use the opportunity to uhm, present a more united front, right? His hand is outstretched palm up, as he dips his head one she rises to take his hand. His fingers will gently place her hand on his arm, to lead them toward the dance floor. Listening to the flow of music, he guides his wife to the center of the dance floor, pausing to take the natural half sweep of a bow that starts most dances, as he feels the nature of the eyes upon him. His ears might have turned red and still, there's a cool confidence about him as he begins their first dance as husband and wife. He has no problems with his footing, in fact, dress him up in an ice bear costume and some might recognize the familiar approach, if anyone had attended the great masq last year. He has a graceful dominance of the floor is eye catching - it seems on some matters of mentoring he didn't totally fail. Then again, he was known for his fancy foot work in the tournament ring, so it's no surprise the ability can be utilized in this skill as well.
take her hand*

Wulfred nods to Graham, smiles and takes a step back, "Oh you go right ahead Sir Graham, thoroughly pardonned." His tankard lifted by way of a salute to both Graham and Emilia. The old knight settling easily enough, crooked left arm snug against his portly frame and many a good scar and aged wound to keep him from dancing.

Emilia returns Elaine's look with a bit of a solemn like blink, why should Elaine be surprised? The Cassomir's are known for the parties they throw…and for letting loose during them, so surely..Cassomir's can dance, no? Even if they do not put such skills on display often. Graham how ever is drawing Emilia's attention back with his question a mild rise of a brow to catch the questioning in his tone, but she is inclining her head,"Of course, I would of enjoy of a dance, Sir of Graham. "

Much like Emilia, Clara isn't surprised at all by the dancing prowess of a certain male Cassomir. When Elaine's eyes meet Clara's, there is a gentle flick of Clara's hand towards her. The translation? Go on and enjoy yourself. Knowing how she had to drag the knight out last time, Clara knows when a moment is to be capitalized. Now is one such moment.

Watching the dancing as he makes sure to get the goblet refilled, Jarret smiles. Pausing for a moment as he watches the happy couple dance, he eats something as well, while saying something to himself under his breath. Finally getting to his feet, but remaining by the table he's at until he's sure the first dance of the newlywed couple have been done.

And Elaine accepts the challenge. Her feet may not be as used to to pattern of the steps, but at least she does a good job of going through the routines of the dance, the flute adding excited high notes, as the pace picks up - again. Which will elicit a mild sigh from the bride who has to raise her skirts just so as not to step on them whilst executing patterns to match the music. Her eyes locked with the green gaze of her husband, concentration on the task at hand obvious in the way, her lower lip is caught between her teeth, her lips curling into a stubborn smile. Volstaks are unrelenting in battle, they say. Same may go for other battles. Jarret is not really spared much more than a fleeting glance. Tiny beads of sweat on her forehead reminding this Volstak that she is thirsty indeed. There is still Wedding Wine left in the goblet. She exhales, with obvious relief when the song comes to an end, and she offers her thanks for the dance by way of a slightly slurred curtsey to Henric.

Graham gives a nod to Sir Wulfred. "We must catch up, I've yet to hear of your misadventures while we have not been questing together." Graham grins a bit cause there's gotta be some story he's missed though he does turn to Emilia and nod smiling "Thank you." he bows formally and raises his hand to her if she'll accept it so they can move onto the floor when the next dance starts hopefully joined by more than just themselves there after all.

Henric will join in the applaud for the musicians as the number comes to a stop and they've had a moment to catch their breaths. The dance was swift after all and with their accustomed first dance accomplished, the floor opens to the rest of the guests at the feast. He notices Elaine's measure of relief for the dance ending so doesn't necessarily ask her to flow into the next, "I'll escort you back to the table. You should rest a bit." There was more to the night than the dancing and partying, as it were, so he'll whisk her back to the table as she deems fit or to see her friends, whatever her fancy was.

There's a grin growing on his features as he sees that particular dance finished, and then Jarret raises his voice a little, "My Lords, My Ladies, Esteemed Knights, and…" A brief pause as he looks around. "And anyone I might have forgotten to mention. I know you all are eager to take to the dance floor, and the rest of the festivities, but may I have your attention for a few moments. There are some things that need to be said?"

Henric pauses however in guiding Elaine to where she wanted to go next, as his eyes swivel toward the unexpected call for attention by the Sokar. The musicians do cease to allow the Sokar the floor. Henric curses a little under his breath, his expression clear, could he crawl somewhere and hide?
Jaelynn smiles to Thomas, and she chuckles. "It would please me to be by your side, when you so choose it Ser." she says with respect in her tone. Her eyes on Henric as he dances and she breathes deeply, her breath held a moment as she watched him move so smoothly… she dabs her lips with her napkin and she chuckles a little and then her eyes turn to the speaker.

Emilia delivers a curtsey to Graham to answer his bow, her hand lightly settling upon his arm as they move towards the dance floor. That unearthly grace carrying her along, seemingly make her glide more than anything with actually wearing a dress. Though there is a pause when the dancing area is reached, and it seems Jarret means to speak. A glance towards Graham,"Seems of a moment before of dancing." Giving the Sokar Lord her attention with some turn of curiosity on what he shall speak.

"Well, with the peace ball next week, I don't think that we'll get much of a chance for quite a while, my lady. Perhaps, then.. Shall we?" Thomas drains his cup of wine and extends his hand, quirking a brow.

As he seems to have gotten people's attention, Jarret takes a brief moment to take a sip from his wine, before he speaks further. "As we all know, we are gathered here for the wedding of two wonderful people? Well, to be honest, I don't know Lady Elaine that well, but at least she seems a wonderful person, from the few times we have spoken. That man, on the other hand?" Pointing at Henric as his grin grows a bit wider now. "I know him. And while not everyone may believe it, he is one of the best persons I've ever known. A good friend, and more importantly, a good man, that I've been able to rely on when I've needed to." Another sip of his wine, before he continues, turning further towards the bride and groom. "Not everyone gets to be happy. But the two of you? My friends? I know you deserve happiness. So, make sure the two of you get that happiness not all of us will get." A smile is offered to the two of them, before he looks out into the crowd again. "And you, My? No, that takes too long to say. You lot? Please join me in raising our goblets in a toast to the two of them, and give them our most sincere wishes for happiness." Does he seem to be slightly inebriated? Perhaps so, but the words still seem quite sincere, as he raises his goblet. "To the happy couple!"

Thomas promptly sits back down as Jarret speaks. "Soon."

Wulfred bangs upon the table before him with his scarred hand and raises his tankard to the happy couple, "To the happy couple!" The old wolf loudly replies to the call for the toast. The drink within that raised tankard sloshing daringly, yet completely and utterly controlled. Not a drop wasted!

Jaelynn giggles slightly as Thomas raises up then sits back down, she offers her glass to be raised in toast to the couple, "to happiness!" she calls softly before her lips draw on the red fluid deeply intaking the wine before she extends her hand to the Barron. "I think it is time now." she says as she smiles encouragingly to him.

Claire has been here with Letholdus, the Viscount and his Countess having settled into the festivities along with the rest of the merry wishers. Attired in vibrant blues, she lifts her own glass in toast while leaving the cheering to everyone much louder than herself. And to be heard.

"To Sir and Lady Cassomir!" Thomas bellows, having poured himself a new bit of wine from the jug on their table and raised it. It is promptly drained. He looks at Jaelynn, more relaxed than previously, his eyes a bit less focused, his face a bit more reddened. Perhaps it's only the light? "Aye, my lady. Once things have settled!"

Elaine will not object to being guided back towards the table, the hint of concern in Henric's voice noted with a bit of surprise. "I am fine…", she mutters with a smile, even though it seems a bit of an effort for her to catch her breath. Pausing when Jarret launches into his speech she will listen, that smile growing wider with a warm expression when she hears what the Sokar has to say about Henric. Her gaze shifting from Jarret to her Cassomir husband as if to gauge the effect or seek affirmation. The call for a toast however reminds her of the absence of the goblet, and with a gesture she sends a servant off to fetch it for them from the table. Glancing to Wulfred as he joins in on the call for a toast. Thento Jaelynn and Thomas. Countess Claire is noticed as well, even if not that closely acquainted, and so is Viscount Letholdus Romante.

The finger point at -him- has Henric fidget under the pressure of eyes turning on the 'happy' couple. Certainly they hadn't been dining with the 'happy couple' a few weeks ago, did they? Henric twitches an eyebrow up at the Sokar's compliment, not expecting that from the other man. A glance is made toward Elaine then around the room, noting the various people in the room that were… not just here for political gain to see the Queen and future King. Humility shows on the Cassomir's expression as the room seems to echo the toast that Jarret started. Then there's a break at the end of that stoic mask, an impish light turning in his green eyes and a grin cutting through his features, from ear to ear, "Alright Sokar, enough of the flattery! This is a Cassomir wedding and by the One, you'll all see how it's done!" The challenge is erupted as he snags a goblet from a servant near by, "We didn't pay for the best wine to see it go to waste!" Time to get rowdy or something! His arm wraps around Elaine as a surprising gesture as he lifts his own wine glass and shot guns it down. Let's get it started in here!

"It would seem so." Graham says with a smile over to Emilia he stops in his tracks before they make the dance floor to listen to the speach made.The knights focus goes between the happy couple and the speaker a bit though he doesnt have anything to drink he'll raise a hand "To the happy couple!" He gives the call along with the crowd though he will wait as well for things to settle down a little. "That was very nice." He comments to his charge though he chuckles as things pick back up "Shall we m'lady?"

Letholdus sits with his lovely wife and has dressed not in Romante colors this day, but in the colors of Alicante - rich blues and sea greens mixed with the pale golds of the Southern province's famous stony cliffs as soon in the sunlight. Dus listens to something Claire had said and he laughs softly, then quiets to give Jarret his attention, "Aye." When the toast is proposed, the Queen's cousin lifts his own glass to drink to the newly wedded couple's health.

Jaelynn smiles softly watching the couple and then Graham, she smiles seeing him with his charge. A warm look in the Lady's eyes as she watches the couplings, her eyes gaze to the Queen and her future husband and watches them a bit before she too drains her glass and closes her eyes a moment.

Wulfred spends 1 luck points on Ein, swei, drei, vier, lift your stein an drink your beer! EIN, SWEI, DREI, VIER, LIFT YOUR STEIN AND DRINK YOUR BEER! Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me! Drink! Drink! Drink! To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree!.
<FS3> Wulfred rolls Carousing+25: Great Success.

"Lady Jaelynn - come. Let us dance." Thomas rises from his seat and offers his hand to the Arkanin.
Jaelynn spends 1 luck points on Dancing.

<FS3> Emilia rolls Dancing: Good Success.
<FS3> Jaelynn rolls Dancing+25: Amazing Success.
<FS3> Thomas rolls Dancing + 5: Great Success.

The wedding goblet is brought, and Elaine will have another sip from it, one didn't get the chance to sip from wedding wine that often! Her gaze shifts from Jarret to Henric, and witnesses the fall of the stoic Cassomir mask. Her lips curling hesitantly as if she really had to gauge yet if this was a good thing. She'll raise the goblet when Henric does raise his glass and downs it, and she will follow his example, there really isn't that much wine left in the goblet. Honestly!

Taking a long sip before lowering the goblet again, Jarret looks about to say something else, but quiets down. A brief grin as he hears Henric's words, and he moves to get hold of another goblet. "I can drink to that!" The words are called out to Henric, as he starts the work on draining the goblet now.

A clap and all is offered up to the toast,"To the happy couple," from Emilia along with the others. A dip of her head towards Graham,"OF aye," at this getting back to the matter of dancing. Though it is enough she is wearing a dress!! And looking every bit like a Lady for a change, she doe snot need to also show up her brother this evening, dancing simply well shall do, and as she takes to the dance floor with Graham, Emilia does do just that, her ethereal grace makes well enough to add flare to her steps in the movements of it all.

Graham spends 1 luck points on No fall on face.

Jaelynn moves once she is on the floor, with a grace that would match even the cassomir's own performance. She was out to gain approval, and perhaps notice this evening on the arm of a Barron. She moves with her companion - moving slightly with him making him look good! She smiles and laughs the wine taking over her and she flushes deeply as she moves with him in the moment.

<FS3> Graham rolls Dancing+25: Great Success.

It's a good thing that Baron Thomas Chandus has had a few deep glasses of the good Alicante wine tonight. It's just enough for him to loosen up and actually sweep onto the dance floor, yet still moderate enough for him to retain and, indeed, improve his coordination. Not known as nimble to the movements of song, he has the fortune to be paired with a fine dancer - Jaelynn Arkanin. This does make him look good. They step around and around, as if they know the rhythms and of every song being played quite well, gracefully sliding to and fro. Thomas looks to be in quite high spirits.

That good wine is claimed from a passing servant and the old knight that is Sir Wulfred de Ufford (of the Griffon Point de Uffords as the current Mrs de Ufford often claims) rises and raises the freshly laden glass to the couple, to the people opposite and to the people beside him. The people beside him are sloshed with wine, but who cares? For Wulfred bursts loudly into song, his fine baritone, lubricated with an ample amount of wine and spirit and beer, not that it would ever affect him for the Knights of the Burnished Spur are exquisitely skilled in the art of holding ones liquor, such is their mighty tolerance, "Drink! Drink! Drink! To arms that are white and warm as a rose in the sun!" The wolf's voice rising and stilled only by a daring sip of the wine that soon stains his beard, "Cheer! Cheer! Cheer! To hearts that will love one, only when I am the one! Here's a hope that those soft arms will twine… tenderly, trustingly soon around mine!" And into the next verse he bursts. Onward and upwards. Loudly and proudly! The voice rumbling forth and the drink guzzled between breaths as the song crests its glorious wave.

Booze make everything easier to swallow, such as getting married! Henric smiled broadly as he started to watch those he knew and cared for finding their way onto the dance floor, finding their way to all that wine. His eyes shift toward the Viscount Romante however, noting to Elaine, "Perhaps we should go say hello. I haven't had a chance too this evening." His arm that was hooked around her waist, drops more appropriately to offer his arm out, while he nods toward Letholdus, Claire, and Clara. The Romante's he can handle! Well that is, until Wulfred's proud display has him in stitches, laughing, actually laughing as some sort of release had been struck. Some switch that the old goat, er, wolf, could muster up in the Cassomir lord. "That's how it's done," he praises the jovial bearded from where he was standing alongside Elaine, "Excuse me for a moment-" he tells this to his wife as he /abandons/ her to cross not over toward the Romante's but instead to Wulfred, snatching another wine goblet along the way as he adds in his own bellowing in time with Wulfred, moving to sling his arm around the fellow, hoisting his own goblet up as he tilts his chin up to howl out the notes with Wulfred. This is how it's done in Ironhold. Music, drinking, bellowing out horrible notes out of key… let's just hope there's been enough drinking no one will notice.

<FS3> Henric rolls Singing: Failure.
<FS3> Wulfred rolls Singing: Good Success.

The knight will nod to the ladies words raising his other hand to place in dance appropriate position. Graham moves onto the floor with his charge. He spends a few moments concentrating getting the flow of the music down and everything he moves quite well likely knightly footwork and all. He relaxes though into the dance moving gracefully around and across the floor with her. "M'lady dances." oh drat here he goes again. His mind shrugs on your own this time bub. "Beautifully." he goes with the first word there.

The goblet may have been downed, that arm wrapped about her waist is still noticed by the new Cassomir lady, her gaze growing distant for a moment, before her focus returns on the referenced Letholdus, and then Wulfred. A bit of tension leaving her as she shifts into as slightly more relaxed posture when that arm leaves before Henric moves away from her. She will watch with amusement though when the song contest Cassomir style will commence, and sorry Henric, but you are obviously not quite gifted with your voice as with your feet. Elaine's arms cross before her, the goblet held out to a servant for a refill. She'll clearly have more of that, until the night is over.

<FS3> Letholdus rolls Singing: Good Success.

Jaelynn laughs and spins, she dances wonderfully with the Barron her cheeks flushed from the wine as she leans in briefly to hug him. The lady's dress sprawling over her feet and twirling its fabric around her, caught up in the dance and her partner she misses the sing-a-long.. but Henric's off key voice gets to her ears and she winces slightly, the smile only growing as she slows her steps. Then Letholdus is in and her smile never leaves, his voice and Wulf's good enough to drown Henric's.. Her voice filled with merriment she speaks "such a wounderful evening."

Yes well, even Romantes drink a fair bit of wine when they can afford to kick back and unwind. Letholdus picks up his glass that Geoffry refills for him and with a smile and a brief whispered word to Claire, he gets up from his seat to amble over towards the others gathering to sing baudily. His own baritone used to be a splendid singing voice before his throat was so deeply cleaved and left him scarred. Nonetheless, the Templar Viscount lifts up his voice to join them, if considerly less off key! Men of War knows the songs of war, do they not? Lusty songs of life and death, aye, those Dus can remember from his own youth. His words are a bit raspy and rough but this Romante can skill carry a tune.

Henric spends 1 luck points on Recovering from embarrassment!.

"Like nails on a chalk board, Lady Jaelynn. Anyways, we like to use him on the field for his movements," Thomas's arm sweeps to motion to the dancefloor in a lull between their own dancing, "not his singing voice! That's what we've got Sir Wulfred and his Spurs and merry men for." His smile still has not faded from earlier, and he too is having an excellent time. He nods at Jaelynn, enjoying the slow, merry dancing that accompanies the Cassomir, Romante and de Ufford songs.

<FS3> Henric rolls Singing + 25: Amazing Success.

The dance is enjoyed by Emilia. A faint turn of a smile coming as Graham searches up a word thruogh his mind to finish his comment,"You are of kind, Sir of Graham. And are of a fine of dancer your of self." Glancing towards the rowdy turn of singing that seems to be going on as the dance reaches its end. Noting softly,"Is of seeming that of the wine is of taking of impact."

Wulfred wraps his arm about Henric and never once misses a note, the baritone switching an lingering and bounding along with the music in the background, joining with Henric's own efforts in the lyrical department. The glass in his hand raised towards Elaine, more wine sloshed, more wine sipped and more wine guzzled. The song however continues on its merry course, voices rising together. A happy song. A good song. A song about love and drink and more drink and even more love! A song even better for Letholdus' own involvement. Because the more who sing, the less Henric's voice can be heard. With the wine guzzled, the cup is passed to a passing servant and a musician is beckoned and the man's lute comandeered. For if there's singing, there's lute playing and Wulfred's own voice soon softens as the others rise and his lute playing proficiency joins the fray instead.

Wulfred spends 1 luck points on Phat lute..
<FS3> Wulfred rolls Lute+25: Great Success.

With all of the singing abounding, Claire does seem to relax with both arms folded across the table with the glass still within reach. Even if she only sips at it from time to time. With Letholdus leaning close to her for a brief exchange of words, the merriment settles into a laugh which she hides with a hand covering her lips before reaching for the glass with the other.

Jaelynn dances allowing the wine to let her guard down with him, she talks to him as she dances moving her arms simply and steps around him. The singing slows her dancing but she still dances as she catches her breath and enjoys her night.

Graham smiles in return to hers and he will hold her hand and waist quickly so that he can spin her lifting her slightly as he turns setting her down. He chuckles as they continue onwards "I'm not simply being kind Emilia." he says with all the noise this one slip wont cause him too much trouble hopefuly. He nods though as everything seems to spiral a little. "I would say the wine has had its disired effect as an ice breaker yes." the knight agrees.

Not joining in the singing, Jarret seems content to help with the process of drinking all that precious wine. After all, that's his strongest skill set when there's not a battle going on, at least in his own mind. Watching the people out there as well, just to make sure nobody seems to be getting the idea of trying to drag him off to the dance floor, or something.

Thomas squeezes Jaelynn's shoulder as they dance, once and gently. He offers her a sympathetic look before saying quietly, "And that would truly be a shame. You bring credit and honour unto them, even if they would wish it were not so. You ought to be proud. But - let us enjoy, yes?"

With the hall full of song, one would be hard pressed to notice those not singing or generally carousing. Clara, for her part, is doing neither. However, she does have a glass of something at her side, though she sips on it sparingly. Again, she remains on the edge of socialization. But…for now, she observes…and, for those who know her, mentally takes notes. For some reason or another.

There is just a mild little blink as she gets lifted in the spin, Emilia's dress twirling out just a touch. The light little smile perhaps lingering on a moment, before that solemn stoic turn settles back. Emilia's eyes going on to the slightly rowdy turning crowd,"It is of seeming of that way, not of un of expected, not of around here. Of no?" No doubt, Graham would be aware of how Cassomir 'parties' tend to go. And this was a wedding feast.

Jaelynn draws a nod of her head to the Baron and she is back to smiles as she moves quietly with Thomas, her body sways slightly and she seems perfectly content to be sharing in the moment with the man. A glitter in her eyes as she turns and shifts, her steps following the tune slightly.

The lute playing is good! Letholdus slaps Wulfred on the back in appreciation and they sing on a bit. But as promised, he owes Claire a dance. A warm smile is flashed Henric, the man of the hour, and then the Viscount goes back with his wine glass towards the table. There he pauses long enough to plant a kiss on Clara's brow, his too quiet sister, before he proceeds back to Claire. The wine cup is drained and set down before he puts out a hand to his lovely wife, "While I should pay some kind words to the lovely bride, and I shall do certainly do so, come dance a round with me my fair Countess."

Henric does recover from his off key singing that the laughter provokes as he's wrapped by the thick arms of the burly bearded Wulfred. Oh sure, some people's ears will bleed initially but then the other guys chime in and his voice takes on a better quality to at least fit in and not sound like nails on the chalk board. The wine surely has settled - predrinking helped no doubt! He's trying a verse of a song that comes to mind, lifting his hand up in cheer, "By wine we are generous made, It furnishes fancy with wings; Without it we ne'er should have had Philosophers, poets, or kings!" There's a rumbling laughter as the singing goes on, catching to what song Wulfred next leads.

Clara blinks in mild surprise as her brother catches her off guard with the kiss upon the forehead. It certainly broke her revelry and prompts a giggle, even as her fingers lift up to touch the spot kissed. Notation aside, Clara settles back to watch…and to partake of her wine a bit more liberally.

Elaine has withdrawn to her place at the table. Her eyes drifting towards the plate with what is left from the wedding pie, and a faint line appears between her brows. She takes another sip from the goblet, considering the display for a moment, before her fingers dart forward to snatch another little bit of the wedding pie and sneakily shoves it into her mouth. Her appetite seems to have returned, and the effect of the wine certainly does kick in, by now. Leaning back in her chair she watches those dancing, and others singing. Henric among them, and for once looking actually happy - for the first time since she came to Roseguard.

Thomas slows and slows some more, offering a kiss to the top of Jaelynn's hand. "Lady Jaelynn, thank you for wonderful company and leading me in dance - I likely would have made a mockery of it had you not been my partner. Would you excuse me to speak to my comrades and the groom?" He asks, politely.

The knight grins a little at the smile on Emilia's face when he spins her. Graham its pretty much worth it right there for him. The chuckle escapes at the next bit of words "It does indeed, stoic and yet fabled parties which are recounted in story and song for any who can still remember them afterward's." He says as if reciting verse from a poem or song himself. "Everyone is having fun though that is important."

Wulfred's lute playing and Letholdus' singing, it so helps drown out Henric, if anything Wulfred's lute playing is loud and definately designed to cover the awful noise produced by Henric, though thankfully Henric's recovery is met with a hip bump from the burly knight and the lute playing softens into a spritely number to ensure the dancing continues, very much a jig of sorts. Oh so merry and certainly there's words, but the Wolf is busy quaffing from a tankard held against his lips by one of the servants, hooray for beards! Hooray for all that they absorb! But the lute, oh it is strummed and plucked and he falls into line with all that the musicians are playing for the benefit of the glorious revellers. With the tankard withdrawn, Wulfred belches his thanks for such a kind act and looks to Henric, "You've a beautiful wife up there my friend! Hasn't he just?!" A note or two strummed as he looks merrily from Henric to Letholdus, "Now this good and noble man knows a thing or two about having a beautiful wife, plenty of advice to be sure!"

Jaelynn nods her head and she smiles to Thomas she smiles to him "Thank you for sharing dinner and dance with me, perhaps we can speak some more when time allows, I am honored by your company". She smiles to him, then curtsies and wipes the sweat from her brow, she takes a step back with a bright smile and she moves back to her seat.

Claire is relaxed and at ease, chin resting into the lightly scented palm that she's used to survey the dance floor and the newly married couple. The ambushing of her sister by marriage not being ignored, she extends her other hand easily towards her exuberant husband with a look shot towards Wulfred. Amused and laughing she lifts one index finger to note just loud enough to be heard, "I should give his lovely wife advice, of course."

Thomas bows in reply to Jaelynn and nods. "I suspect we will indeed, and soon, One willing. Once this war is over there will be much celebrating. Good eve, and God keep, my lady." Turning about with a final nod, Thomas strides over to Henric, Wulfred, Letholdus et al, throwing his arms up in the air and giving a cry of enthusiasm. "Sir Henric, a married man! God bless him and his beautiful wife!" He throws his arms around Henric and Wulfred, laughing.

<FS3> Letholdus rolls Dancing: Success.

Letholdus has slightly moved apart from his comrads to take Claire's hand and draw her from the table. While there is music to be had, the Templar takes advantage to draw his lovely wife with him onto the floor for dancing. It's a wedding, after all, a time for celebration of his friend's union. There's a glance back for Clara's giggle and her brother gives her a wink before he focuses his attention on not stepping on Claire's toes! Alas, the Romante's a bit rusty and hasn't had much time for dancing practice.

<FS3> Thomas rolls Horizontal Dancing Wulfred?: Failure.

Emilia nods a little, as Graham chuckles, looking a touch amused as his response comes in such a recital turn of a way. "Of aye, that is of what is of important. Has been of awhile since fun has been able to have been had for many." Something about pesky Thorn sorts. Or Bandits…Or Sand Lions. Though that one was cute and kind of cuddly looking. WOuld have made a good pet, really!

It's been a hard year for a lot of folks, the trials and tribulations that have been endured seem to melt away in the copious amounts of wine that keep flowing here. Henric is shot gunning most of his, to the point that he decides it's better to sing from a table than well, where he was standing. NO, he doesn't climb up on the table and stand on it. He merely jumps up on the edge of it to sit on it, propping his foot up on one of the chairs as he swings his goblet in time with the music. He actually glances to where Elaine is sitting when Wulfred compliments her beauty. There's a faint smirk on his face as he shakes his head and guns back another goblet of wine. Really, he can drink hard if he wants. It's his party and he can cry if he wants to? Saying goodbye to the bachelor life! His gaze shifts to Letholdus as the man approaches, "Letholdus-" the titles dropped with an smeared grin, eyes glassy from the affects of the wine, "Glad you are here! Cheers!" His flushed face turns at Claire's remark, brows lifting, "Better hurry that up then." Never know when that part of the ceremony will be called for. "Thomas!" He hoists his own goblet up, someone keeping it refilled, magically, yep. Servants are great for that. He points with his goblet at Thomas, with a wry twist of his lips, "Don't expect me to bow to you."

The hungry bride at the table will draw glances, some amused, others… slightly concerned. Her cheeks already have taking on a darker shade of rosiness, when a hand comes to rest on Elaine's shoulder - gently, of course as not to startle her. When the blonde bride looks up she'll see the face of her mother looking back at her, while another hand gently removes the goblet from Elaine's grasp. "You've had enough to drink, and already ate your part of the wedding pie. Come. You need to prepare, darling.", Heather Volstak intones with the concerned determination of a mother is hard to counter, while she helps Elaine to her feet. The daughter's features even more aflush now. "I… am feeling a bit tired, if you'll excuse me…?", Elaine says to those keen enough to catch her words through the ruckus of the singing. And indeed, she sways ever so slightly - an inebriated bride needs to rest, that is a known truth! Her mother will give her daughter the time she needs, and then offer her assistance to move out of the Great Hall to retire to their chambers.

It is with a grin at Thomas that Wulfred leans into the young fellow who latches upon both him and Henric, "Aye! Tis a grand occasion!" Though egads! The tankard is gone, the wine also! Treachery! Sir Wulfred detaches himself and delivers a good pat upon Thomas' shoulder, "Drink hearty! I need to drain… something…" A cough soon following as the old knight seeks to find a place to test his aim. Somewhere well away from the frivolities! As is only right. And proper. And hygienic.

"Bloody, bow to me? The day that Sir Henric bows to anybody will be a day to watch, lad!" Thomas laughs loudly, raising his cup (also magically refilled) in salute. His expression, still merry, grows a tad more serious though; he leans in to say quietly, "You'd best slow down on the grape, my friend. You've still got duty to do tonight." His eyebrows rise upwards, expectantly, and he elbows Wulfred in the (well padded) ribs before the man walks off.

Aye, no need for titles here, especially not from Henric. Letholdus dancing with Claire and as he turns, he glances back to Henric and laughs at the Cassomir's antics, and slight lack of sobrity. "Poor Elaine is going to have her hands full with that rascal. She'll need to get Henric wrapped around her finger." That is said low for Claire's ears as they move, himself mindful of her long skirts.

<FS3> Claire rolls Dancing: Good Success.

"It has been too long since we've celebrated yes to much going from battlefield to battlefield." Graham says though he shakes his head "Not worrying about that this evening." He comments since well this has been a good time as far as the knight is concerned "Let me know if you would like to sit and perhaps have food and some drink m'lady." He offers still fretting a very little bit it would seem. Oh and also the lion tried to rip your throat out… not cuddly..

Jaelynn smiles softly as she sits back in her chair with a smile on her face, she truly was able to enjoy herself tonight. Her eyes move from those dancing to those talking, and she enjoys her time at her friends wedding.

Wulfred spends 2 luck points on For two rolls. Continued drinking in the background and musical assistance!.
<FS3> Wulfred rolls Carousing+25: Good Success.
<FS3> Wulfred rolls Lute+25: Amazing Success.

Henric laughs heartily for the remark on bowing to anyone. The Queen only got a bow because he didn't want his damn head lobbed off, but really, Thomas had that right. He lifts his cup in salute and claps Wulfred on the back as the man goes to relieve himself of all that wine. For the quiet advice that Thomas gives, he looks down into the goblet of wine, turning to see that Elaine is being guided off by her mother. "That… is going to be awkward-" he points to the departing woman, "-less awkward with more of this." He wiggles his goblet.

Upon Wulfred's return, the good knight would settle with the musicians to play the lute, drink, feast and play more lute. Merriment would abound. The beard would quiver, the music would flow and the Wolf would never once appear the worse for drink. And by the One does Wulfred drink well, but the lute playing, the lute is a glorious thing in those hands that have slain many and buried many more. The music shifting from one song to another, lilting and glorious and such skill! The wooden lute nestled against the knight's belly as he strums and sways and plays for those who dance and celebrate.

"I also should visit with you, Henric. Dodging me gives the impression that you and my husband are up to mischief," Claire retorts towards the newly married Cassomir while being swept away into Letholdus' arms for their turn upon the dance floor. With her head tilted in Dus' direction she smiles and gives her head the slightest of shakes before murmuring. "I think that she will not need to work that hard to wrap him about her finger."

"Too much more of that, Henric, and it might be awkward for different reasons." Thomas notes with a grin and a pat on the shoulder. "But, that being said, while you're out here, my sincerest to your health and to a healthy heir in the future. One knows that you have served Her Majesty's realm well, better than you ever could have as a Lancer, and you will be rewarded. I promise, my friend, to speak on your behalf whenever and however I can. You have shed too much blood with me and shared too many war camps not to."

"Of aye, is not of an evening for worrying," agrees Emilia. Least not for her! Her only worry was having to stared at for whatever moments she was standing up during the ceremony. "You arre freting of again," a mild turn hint of teasing, even if Emilia knows the knight will ever fret. "Though would perhaps be of good to have a bit to of drink." Seeming to be one of the few not three sheets to the wind by now. Nor likely to ever be. For the best really. And…it was cute!

"Dodging you Your Excellency?!" Henric chimes in toward Claire, "I'd never-" he puts on a mock offense as he winks toward her, watching the pair sweep up into the rest of the dancing couples, finding Emilia finally detangled from the arms of Sir Graham. He'll have to move in there and take his sister for a promised turn. Hopefully he's not too drunk. Henric grunts a bit at Thomas, "That would be… worse. Yeah." A lazy drunk smirk settling on his lips, about to say something further when Thomas goes into the more serious side of things with his touching compliments. Henric swings out a hand to clasp Thomas on the shoulder, squeezing a bit, "What rewards do I need with all this-" he gestures with his other hand as he drops the other with a clap on Thomas' shoulder, "Never expected so many too show…." He grimaces the last out, a story behind that, as he pushes himself up from the table, polishing off that last goblet. "Now look here Thomas, there's a room full of women. You should go dance. At least one of us ought to make use of being a bachelor, huh?" He winks and nods to Emilia, "I promised my sister a dance. I best do that before she disappears on me."

Jarret seems to have been in an enthusiastic discussion about something with one of the other guests, a bit off to the side. Now the other person has moved on, and Jarret has slowly begun to circulate a bit more in the room, making sure to sip some wine every now and then. Still not joining the singing.

"Oh, I had my dance for a night. Dancing is your realm of expertise, indeed. I think I'll retire to the table to eat some of your delicious food, and drink some of your delicious wine. Enjoy yourself, Henry, and we'll talk soon. I trust you're coming to Murias for the Peace Ball? If you aren't, then you ought to, but don't worry about it tonight. Let me know tomorrow. I'll be availing myself of your beautiful home town." Says Thomas.

Sonya has been here a while now simply observing those around her from the sidelines. The Viscountess of House Kaedon is dressed in a new gown, shimmering black silk with the sleeves and collar trimmed in white lace. The skirts of this gown are layered and a mixture of black and white fabric that shifts whenever she does. She has a half empty glass of wine in hand and is sipping on it while she watches the dancing couples rather calmly from her place against the wall near a corner. She studies everyone who passes her with a level gaze clearly pacing herself on the wine so as to keep her wits about her.

Graham smiles to her words "I am, there is nothing to fret over right now though. I will try not to for one whole evening. I promise." He will nod though about her needing something to eat and drink. He finds a good spot in the dance to have it end gracefully. He will bow properly to her "Thank you m'lady I was honored to dance with you." the knight ponders a moment but simply releases his hold on her in time for Henric to sweep in "M'lord congratulations and of course. I will have food and drink waiting M'lady." He says moving off the dance floor to do just that. He notices the new arrival as he passes "Your Excelencey." he bows to her properly.

Jaelynn smiles a little as she watches those move on the floor, she raises and moves from her table. The lady Sonya gets a glance from the Arkanian, but she has had alot to drink, best to end her evening now then to get in trouble. She nods to her guard who in turn offers his arm to her to help escort her out ladylike.

"Sir Graham, I hope all is well with you. It's good to see you hale and hearty, after what I've heard of the campaign out here in the west." Thomas says this with a friendly, respectful nod to Graham, another slight dip to Jaelynn as she is escorted out. His watery blue eyes shift over to who the Cassomir knight greeted. Sonya gets an arched eyebrow, the newly minted Baron Chandus of Repton March having just noticed her. He inclines his head in her direction, with respect due to her higher station. "Your Excellency." He does not know her, though the colours are recognisable.

A gentle turn of a curtsey is given to Graham as they exit the dance floor,"And I of you, Sir of Graham," counters Emilia softly. And indeed, her brother did promise her a dance, but a glance towards him. But he is busy talking with Thomas and soon distracted. All that wine he's had this evening as well. Emilia is soon simply, gone. Vanished, lost to the crowds of the wedding. Poof! A whisper of a shadow turning about the flickering of a candle. So when he turns to look, she is gone. Made to look for a little while before there is that light touch of a hand upon his arm, the gentle turn of a voice,"To much of wine has been of dulling of your of senses. Shall you be of stepping of upon mine-toes as of well?"

Claire is obviously the more accomplished dancer of the Alicante pair, tonight. Letholdus smiles so very fondly, obviously a man who adores his wife and happy in his marriage. Who would have thought, a Romante, the Queen's heir, would marry a /Tarris/ and even love her? They circle upon the dance floor and as this particular round of music lets up and the dance ends, the Viscount inclines his head towards the way out and asks Claire low, "Will you walk with me a bit in the gardens? I've had a little more wine than I care to admit." Aye, how the Templar can hold his liquor without even slurring his words!

Moving along, Jarret notices Graham as he greets someone, and turns his attention in that direction. There's a polite nod offered to Sonya, as well as raising his glass in a silent toast, but aside from that, he's keeping quiet for now. There's a nod and a smile to the knight as well, andanother sip of the wine. Seems he's been drinking quite a bit of it so far.

A faint smile and a polite incline of Sonya's head is given to Graham as he moves to pass her. "Hello to you Sir Graham." And then Thomas is over there as well and she offers him a faintly curious look. "We have not met have we? I am Viscountess Sonya of House Kaedon." She studies him thoughtfully as she waits for him to introduce himself. She toys with her glass and glances to Jarret raising a brow at the silent toast but she lifts her own glass in reply before looking back to Thomas.

Indeed, when Henric went to search out where Emilia was the last time that he had looked, she wasn't there. He likely spoke too soon about her vanishing. He actually hops up on his toes to see if he can glance over the heads of those in the spinning room, because really, with all the brilliant colours people were wearing, the room moved awfully to those who had shot gunned so much wine! He rocked back on his heels as his eyes found Sir Graham, "Wasn't mine sister just with you?" His tone a tad bit on the slurring side. Bishop Faustius won't be happy if he can't manage the last duty a couple has to undergo to seal their union. At least Henric wasn't falling over himself. He pivots to observe where Graham is off too and with a casual shrug he starts to wander through the crowd, dipping his head around people to see if he can find traces of his wayward sister. She wouldn't just dash out on him would she? He looks a bit disappointed when that hand slips onto his arm, his face turning to the surprise figure turning up beside him. "There you are-" he says with some accusation in his tone, a light joviality to it, as usual when he's unable to find his sister in such games before she finds him. "Your toes! No sisterrr… and if I do, you know what to do," he spreads his hand toward the dance floor, "Shall we?"

He turns as he's spoken to after getting his charge a drink and some food. "Yes m'lord quite well. it is good to be home at last after many different campaigns. I hope likewise for yourself?" he asks though he looks back to Henric as he speaks "She was m'lord, it seems she has proven me wrong once more." the knight promised not to fret but its a close thing until he spots the one in question sneaking up on her brother "Once more I am wrong about hiding abilities." he chuckles to himself though he nods to Jarret "All is well?" though he's got the food and drink and now he waits and mingles or somethin.

"I have been of here of all of along," Emilia says easily. "Not of mine-fault you can not see of your sahdow for of itself." A light hint of tease in return. Inclining her head,"Of aye, pretend you have of not, like a polite and proper of lady, and continue to make you look of good." A mild tug to the corners of her lips before she cants her head,"Of aye, we of shall." Taking a small stepp before turning slightly to move with him upon the dance floor, that light ethereal step and edge to her movements. Waiting for that right change to the music to take up the dance, and him to lead along into it.

"Thomas, Baron Chandus, your Excellency, at your service." Says the proprietor of that name and head of that house, smiling pleasantly. He asides to Graham, "Aye, Sir Graham. My lands are retaken, the seeds are sown, though late, and rebuilding commences slowly. But there still lies a bleeding ulcer on the County in the form of Melissa Fitzroy and her Thorn allies. They will be dealt with in time. Viscount Varian recovers before we move. Did you know that during the final battle, he was cut off from our main line by some trickery and surrounded by four Aequorian assassins? The dagger men lunged at him all at once and tried to kill him, and yet, somehow when the smoke cleared, he was the only one surviving. It was instrumental to the morale of our men."

Henric leans his head down and whispers loudly to Emilia, "Somehow I don't think my singing helped any impressions." By then there were departures for those who were not into the task of partying hard. Already the event was declining in numbers as the wine got to people. It was the best wine this side of Galenthia, so it came on strong despite the fine taste. He bows toward his sister to begin the dance when the music changes up, doing his best not to step on her toes! "I really like your dress…" he compliments when a turn brings them closer together, "it's been a while since I've seen you in one."

That pleasant smile from Thomas is returned by Sonya. The Viscountess listens quitely as the man speaks and thoughtful look crosses her features. "The Viscount sounds quite impressive indeed…Baron Chandus you say you still need to reclaim the rest of the Reine County? I might be able to offer some assistance in that regard. Perhaps we could discuss this sometime? I wish to attend the Peace Ball but afterwards I had planned to return home to County Kaedon…that could change however." She studies him calmly taking a sip of her wine and watching his reaction.

While the account of Varian's deeds were meant to fall on many ears, Thomas approaches Sonya a step or two closer, so that they can talk without yelling across the room and disturbing everyone else. "Aye, your Excellency, we ought to talk, but perhaps not here. That being said, I will be attending the Peace Ball as well, if all is good. Perhaps even the Viscount Reine might, though I am unsure. There we would do best to talk of such things, I suspect. Until then?" He raises his cup in salute.

Emilia nods her head a little to Henric at his slightly loud whisper,"Likely of not the best of help. Singing was never of your best of thing." There were those departing for the wine, for walks, for smaller meetings, politiking. Thhe answering curtsey is gracefully given, Emilia moving through the steps of the dance with ease, and if Henric does come to ever step on her toe, no one is ever the wiser for it! "Of thanking," a small nod does acknowledge,"It has been of awhile…I do not much of wear them..not much of reason, purpose to do of such." There is a faint pause,"Though suppose will be in one of again soon, if we are to go to the ball." Meaning if Jaren is dragging her off to that too.

Jarret shrugs at Graham's question. "Well? No, but there's wine, so I'm sure we will survive." A brief pause as he listens to the others, overhearing the discussions. "Getting a bit bloodthirsty, Viscountess?" he offers rather lightly to Sonya, along with a grin, before he looks to Thomas. "Seems congratulations are in order?" About the new title, that is.

"Hm, I see well we must be certain that all lands are returned that have been unjustly taken." Graham comments easily enough though he'd just gotten home from a lot of war waging. He ponders the question of the peace ball they speak of though he has not recieved word on any part further he will play in proceedings. He takes a drink though its not the wine but juices that he drinks this evening. "Alas that i'm not partaking in the wine, but hopefuly everything improves."

"There is the matter of the bandits left…" Henric murmurs after she mentions the ball, "I'm not sure if I can afford the trip with the threats still on our borders… Maybe we can find resources there however, to aid us." He sighs at the thought of going to some grand old ball. This was large enough for him thank you! His lips do turn up at her retort, "You should wear them more often. Even if you like leathers more, I prefer this." The dance is not really helping with the 'room spinning' but at least he's working through it, remembering the lessons that Jaren taught him when forced to endure such a state of mind. There were after all, situations when the mind might fail, when the body might be influenced by other substances, it was necessary to always keep aware of one's balance and response. Yet there was a limit to that as well.

Sonya nods to Thomas smiling faintly. "Very well. Until then Baron Chandus." She lifts her glass in a return salute and turns her dark gaze to Jarret. "You should know better than to bait a snake Lord Jarret. We do bite you know…" She speaks to the Sokar in a rather lighthearted tone and tilts her head answering his question for real after that little bit of teasing. "It never hurts to find yourself more allies. Good allies are important to ones success."

Thomas withdraws back to the table he'd been occupying earlier on in the night to enjoy the sight of those dancing, to hear others' conversation and, for once in a long while, to relax.

Jarret grins, "Was that a promise or a threat?" The question is asked in Sonya's direction, rather lightly. Probably far more lightly than he usually would. But that could be the wine talking, couldn't it? He then shakes his head at Graham. "That, my friend, is complete and utter madness."

"Can of hope some of resources, or of help might be of found," says Emilia, continuing on as she agrees,"But of aye, if bandits of yet…seems some should of remain of behind." There is a faint flit of a smile that appears rather briefly as he speaks his preference about her attire,"Leathrs are of more practical in of forest, but of perhaps can consider of a dress now and of again more of oft. Am not of always slinking of around of the trees. " With seeing how her brothers focus does seem to shift, or more the struggle to it and knowing how much wine he has had, Emilia does not push him hard within the dance, no added flourishes. And drifting easily with him towards the edge of the dance floor as her hand effortless settles upon his arm as the song comes to an end, murmuring softly,"Am of thinking, you could perhaps use a bit of a rest, mine-brother. Break from things for a moments, if not of retiring from the day, it has been of long."

Sonya raises a brow at Jarret looking slightly amused. "That was simple advice Lord Jarret. I have no reason to make threats to you…and making promises without getting a promise in return is a poor deal in my mind." She eyes him intently her gaze measuring. Graham is given a faint smile. "I'm still on my first glass myself Sir…there is no shame in not drinking heavily."

Graham chuckles a little "So i've heard m'lord, but I am the fretting knight of my charge though I have promised not to fret this evening so perhaps a glass in celebration wouldn't be out of line." He looks back to Emilia when he speaks of his charge before back to Sonya "Thank you your excelency, someone must pain the scene tomorrow or put it to verse or something." He chuckles lightly though he does seem more relaxed to be home.

"Some yes," Henric agrees with that, likely going to take on that task himself. It was yet to be seen. He was only a minor lord after all and sending all the Cassomir's again to one place was a bad idea. He does grin however as the topic changes and she makes some promise to try and wear more dresses. He keeps up just well enough not to make a complete ass out of himself, the danced promised thusly completely as she wheels them to the edge of the floor. Her suggestion is met with a nod. It was good timing as well as Lord Volstak came up behind them to interrupt. "That is a marvelous idea, Lady Emilia," a refreshing note of soberity on the Volstak's lips as his hand clamps down on Henric's shoulder, "Your lady awaits," is spoken with a taciturn smile, and so must the final act carry out. Emilia earns a kiss to the cheek after a nod to Matthew, hugging Emilia shortly after as if looking for encouragement. How awkward this all was! Then he's encouraged by Lord Volstak to be away from the party.

(OOC: PLEASE ADD IF THERE WERE MORE POSES)

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