(1866-08-28) Merry Mingling at Roseguard
Merry Mingling at Roseguard
Summary: The arrived guests from other parts of Galenthia are enjoying a bit of merry mingling after court, in the gardens of Roseguard Castle.
Date: 28/08/2015
Related: None.
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Henric  Elaine  Sonya  Yelena  Peter  Thomas  Shirlyn  Synthia  

Castle Gardens - Castle Roseguard - Ironhold - Galenthia
In the scene.
Aout 28th,1866

A mild day with partially clouded skies lent the noble gathering in one of the larger bailey courtyards a comfortable atmosphere, where it was neither too hot or too cold to mingle out in the well watered lawns of Roseguard. The lawn stretched out evenly for some time after the descent from the castle stairs, though near the end had taken a steady decline as the castle was built onto the side of one of the tallest foothills in the surrounding land. It was there that the lawn stretched out into a garden, with a path to stroll along between the flora. On the upper lawn itself, tables and chairs had been brought out to host the noble guests of Roseguard, with large tents propped up for the fairer skinned sorts who couldn't keep out under the sun as long, this too, where most of the food and beverage was kept out of the heat. Servants in Cassomir livery were ensuring there was ample food and drink for all those who attended the more informal affair, guests having made their official presentation to courts earlier or were now given the opportunity to do as much. To the one side of the tables and chairs, aimed well away from the gardens, a few archery targets were set up with livery clad gents ready to heave on ropes to move the targets; a sporting game should anyone wish to attempt it. To the opposite side, croquet. Nobles were invited, though they were allowed to bring only minimal servants with them, while armed servants, your typical guards, that did not wear the Cassomir livery had to sport peace bonds upon their weapons.

Having already presented herself in the formal court the Viscountess of Kaedon is present at this more informal event. Seated under a tent out of the sun Sonya is lounging rather comfortably and watching her surroundings carefully with an alert gaze. Dressed in a gown of black satin with silver jewelry and tall black boots. Her hair has been pinned up and a pair of twin daggers hidden in a sheath in her boots, unseen but there. She has brought a small entourage to this event, her cousin Yelena and one other Shadow Snake almost with her manservant Peter are present with her. The Viscountess looks over the gathering with a calm gaze, assessing everything but doing her best to reveal nothing.

Games and food. Things that nobles needed to distract themselves in between the necessary mingling. Henric wore a tight expression, one that suggested he couldn't relax, as if someone had shoved.. well you get the idea. The formal court process was well and done and he was glad for it, not that anyone would -guess- that by his facial features. He hadn't so much as smiled, not truly, during the proceedings. The attire he had picked had been much as it had been for the last couple months. BLACK. From neck down, his finery had been tailored from any material that could be dyed black. There were soft hints of silver embroidery upon his apparel, namely his doublet, though otherwise, it was an obvious statement of mourning. His hand was clenched around a wine goblet, while his eyes seemed to cloud over and grow distant at some tom-foolery that one of the nobles was going on about. He might have been searching for his salvation in the bottom of the goblet for as much as he offered longing looks towards it.

Thomas presented himself with his men earlier on in the day in an official court capacity. The Chandus group was decked out in full ceremonial armour and accoutrements and looked quite splendid, grey leather cuirasses with a broad cobalt strip and their sun in splendor device. The Baron is still dressed like this, though his shiny brass helmet, vambraces, shield and grey cloak have been handed off to his squire, Lady Synthia Reine, who is off somewhere else. He sits on one of the chairs set out on the lawn, his leather gloves tucked in his sword belt and a large goblet of very nice red wine in their place, cupped and ready to drink. He is enjoying the beautiful weather but doesn't appear to be keen on the archery games.

Somewhere in the pavilions, where the food and drink had been laid out for people to help themselves would be where the Viscount of Ironhold and his wife had been spotted earlier, and now Viscountess Elaine Cassomir is outside, standing beside her husband, cheeks slightly rosy, her hair done in a simple braid that hugs her neck and falls down over her front; the dress a dark blue, high waisted, long-sleeved and sporting some colourful embroideries on the skirts and even further up, on the sleeves and about the neckline. Her light summer cloak of lighter blue she has entrusted to her maid who carries it over her arm, standing a few feet behind Elaine. She gives the arrivals a warm smile, spotting only a few familiar faces there, one being of course Baron Thomas Chandus and Viscountess Sonya Kaedon. In her hand already… a plate with a piece of sweet pastry which she attacks with a fork - she such a colourful contrast both in dress and mood to her husband, the Black Viscount.

Shifting her dress left and right, Lady Shirlyn Charing itches at a spot of particularly heavy embroidery on her gown. A blazing sun across the bodice of the blue gown, white velvet lining the insides of her dagged sleeves. Her hair is down in a tumble of curls to her waist, and copper chain of suns sits at her brow. There is no doubt of what house she's from, but she curtsies her way around either way, giving polite greetings here and there until she can find a empty spot to stand and drink from the flask she has hidden in her sleeves. Her daggers are at her back however, bone handles sticking out so she can reach if needs be.

The Caltu manservant stands next to his Viscountess like a stoic, well-dressed sentinel, clad in all black. His dark eyes show a passive interest in the rest of the gathering, though he does not lock eyes with any of the nobility. He does his best to simply be present instead of noticed.

Seated at her cousin's side, Yelena Kaedon seems as pleased as can be. Clad in her usual black hunting leathers, the Shadow Snake is thoroughly enjoying the weather, the setting— and, of course, the fact that there is archery. "Permission to show off?" She asks of Sonya, adopting her usual easy grin.

"Very good Lord Langer, submit your request to the steward," Henric finally says with a terribly bored tone, and for it, the Lord just blinks at him as if he said something completely off key. It was likely the case, Henric hadn't heard a damn word of what the Langer was on about. "Excuse us," this once more to the staggering open-mouthed Langer who now tries to find words as if he were a fish out of water. Henric eyes Elaine once with that silent plead to remove him from the Langer's company, arm extended to waltz them in that slow tailored walk of a stiff backed noble. "God that looks good…" he says with surprising fervour toward the pastry, "Let me have a bite…" He could totally be normal, couldn't he?

Thomas rises from his seat, deeming the time to be right to do some less than formal greeting. Looking around, he remembers that he has nobody to hand his goblet off to, Synthia being elsewhere. A shrug raises his shined leather pauldrons up and down before he drains the cup completely and puts it on a serving dish. Wiping his mouth discretely, he ambles on over to Henric and Elaine, stopping and bowing his head to them at the appropriate distance. "Your Excellencies… it is good to see you. And know that I don't just say that because it is an appropriate thing to do. It has been… too long."

After seeing to Thomas's equipment Synthia returns to the gathering. The Reine Lady is dressed in a rather practical set of black leathers and unarmed or so it appears at first glance. Her light blonde hair is pulled up into a rather elegant bun. Silent footsteps carry her over to Thomas and she stands calmly at attention watching over her knight with stoic composure having got there just in time to avoid being handed his goblet. The Caltu man is noticed and he gets an ever so slight narrowing of her eyes before she looks away once more.

Sonya looks to Yelena rather calmly and offers a single nod of her head. "Permission granted." She glances around the lawn once more studying everyone briefly before turning her attention to Yelena to watch her as she attempts to put on a show. She remains alert even as she watches keeping part of her attention on her surroundings even as she appears to be solely watching her cousin.

<FS3> Yelena rolls Archery: Good Success.

Elaine looks up from the plate with the pastry she holds in her hand, her manner slightly surprised at Henric's remark. "You… want to try some of it…?", she asks, incredulously wrinkling her forehead just a tad, allowing the young skin soon the smoothe when she smiles - and laughs even, a quite merry giggle escaping her lips, when she picks at the pastry and lifts some of it with her fork to present it to Henric. "There… now hold still, we wouldn't want to ruin that wonderful black doublet of yours…", she murmurs, biting her lower lip, focusing on the fork and Henric. "I shall feed it to you…" Her gaze flits briefly towards Thomas, "Please, Baron… Just a moment…", she pleads, raising a brow as she gives him an apologetic glance. The fork continues on its journey meanwhile, as soon as Elaine's attention shifts back to her husband. "There you go…"

Yelena's grin widens, and she is just the happiest snake in the land, isn't she? She stands and makes her way over to the targets, calling to a servant for a bow and arrows. "Keep them moving!" She calls to the men at the ropes, and once the weapon is in hand she aims, draws… And loses. Her arrow strikes the target in the center— easy enough. Letting out a chuckle, the scout draws two more arrows— how much of a showoff should she be today?

Shirlyn hasn't brought a wedding gift for the couple, per se, but she did bring something for the Lady Cassomir. She unties and unwraps the ribbon from her wrist, a little something she had picked up in Four Corners after Thomas told her where she was going to go. She nods to Synthia as she approaches, tucking her flask back into her sleeve, a slight smile for the squire before she joins the hosts, with her hands folded neatly in front of her.

"Your excellencies," Shirlyn smiles softly as she looks at the pair, finally landing her gaze on Elaine. "My thanks for having me at your home, my lady," she says politely. "I did bring you a gift, however it is small. I didn't have much time to get something better," she says waiting for Elaine to hold her hand out to her.

Peter turns to Sonya, chin lifting. He knew he was noticed, but thankfully there was no scene to be made. "I will go prepare. I will be within earshot, if you need me," he murmurs to her, before turning to retreat into the Kaedon tent.

Excellencies? As well can be when one has a pastry spoon fed to him! Henric turns his eyes toward Thomas as the man wanders up just as Elaine is caving into his wants and shares some of that sweet pastry with him. Crumbs and sugar sprinkling that black velvet doublet as some does go awry! So classy. Though this -was- Henric, one lest not forget how mature he is when he's around roast chicken. Fighting the crumbs that stick and cling to the corner of his mouth and the collar of his tunic, he nods at Thomas' show of a bow and all that, flagging him dismissively with the other hand. Once it looks like he has the mouth-full of pastry situation under control, pleasantly by his wife's own fork, he adds through a licked corner of his mouth, "Aye. Hasn't it been?" Conversationalist? Not when he's still working that pastry down. He plucks out his serviette to wipe his sugar coated stubble off, looking aside at Elaine with a quietly and barely quirked eyebrow - a tell tale look that suggests she should zip it, unable to help a soft smirk for her antics. Green eyes flicker back to Thomas, "Baron…hrm," his eyes are sharp on Thomas as they once over his friend, "Quite the pretentious display earlier, Chandus, flashy, I think you were trying to blind me." With the stoical features of the Cassomir, it was hard to say he was joking, until a slow crack in his features showed through and he offered his arm to Thomas, a slow rumble of a chuckle coming through. He means to, if Thomas will allow it, grab the other's forearm and clap him on the back, before he turns to Elaine, "You may have met my wife once before, quickly I suspect," rail roading over Shirlyn, as if on cue to correct her, "The Viscountess Elaine Cassomir." His eyes note who has come up alongside his blond haired wife, a habitual need to assess those who are closing ground on him.

Sonya's gaze has drifted away from Yelena now and gone towards the group gathering around the Viscount and the Viscountess Cassomir. She watches each person in the group but her gaze lingers on Henric the most weighing his actions and expression in her mind, calculating them in a subtle manner. She remained seated in the shade for now and will wait a moment before approaching the group herself.

Shirlyn itches once more at the blazing sun at her breast and slightly frowns at Henric, checking it back up into a ferrel grin. "Lady Shirlyn Charing, my lord, I thought it was rather obvious," she gestures to her gown, "at least my house, but I digress, perhaps I was remiss. Shirlyn stops and turns away from Henric, her cheeks hot with either anger or embarrassment, which it isn't clear as she casts a smile at Elaine.

"I am sorry for my lack of introduction, my lady, I just wanted to give you a gift," she holds out a simple white velvet ribbon, for the lady to take. On it stitched in purple and lined in silver is the sigil of House Volstak. It's a little gift, but the ribbon is quite long so as to be fed through the lady's hair. "Never forget where you came from, my lady, good or bad," she smiles once more and holds out the ribbon for the Viscountess, she shrugs at her measly gift, but she thought it was rather soft and pretty."

<FS3> Yelena rolls Archery: Good Success.
<FS3> Yelena rolls Archery: Good Success.
<FS3> Yelena rolls Archery: Good Success.

A nod is given to Shirlyn as she passes Synthia by along with a faint smile in return for the one the squire gets. Henric is studied briefly as is his wife but the Reine lady stays in her position behind Thomas and slightly to one side her expression rather hard to read. She remains perfectly stoic and calm watching but not speaking unless she is spoken to first.

Elaine can barely suppress the next chuckle at the funny situation, she bites her lip not only to keep her focus on completing the task! Her eyes glint with satisfaction and pride when the bit of pastry finally slips safely into Henric's mouth - somewhat! "Oh, I'm sorry," she murmurs, her gaze flickering as she places the fork on the plate, her free hand now brushing over his attire. A twitch, then another! And she cannot help but giggle. Her gaze sweeps towards Thomas and Shirlyn, remarking, "You look splendid today, Baron. And you as well…" She extends her hand to accept the gift the Charing lady offers, a smile warming her features. "Thank you very much, but… it is certainly not required… thank you." Her grey-blue eyes widen when she hears the explanation and of course, she sees the colours. "A very considerate gift. Even though I may be a Cassomir now, and have certainly other duties than previously… I can hardly deny my origins."

Yelena narrows her eyes at the targets, gaze sweeping down the row. Well, nobody ELSE is taking advantage of them, so… "Those three," She points to three of the targets, grinning at the servants. "If you'd keep them moving, all at the same time?" The servants blink and shrug and oblige, and Yelena draws three arrows from her quiver. Knocks the first, shoots, and it flies true. She swiftly knocks the second, loses, and then knocks the third and does the same, all in rapid succession. All three arrows stick neatly in the center rings. Seems the Shadow Snakes train their archers well.

"Ah, well, you know me, your Excellency. All flourish, little substance." A smile creeps up on Thomas's face too, but only after Henric has cracked his own and he happily accepts the man's forearm and even gives a back smack of his own. The boys are back! "Viscountess, I am so sorry that the only meeting we've thus had was at the wedding, but it was truly a beautiful wedding! Excellencies, this is Lady Shirlyn Charing." With his free hand, he gives a sweep and presents Shirlyn. "We've travelled from Four Corners together. She decided that accompanying me while I play courtier was a wise decision, for reasons best known to herself." His creeping smile spreads into a full on grin.

Not to be outdone, Thomas flicks his hand to Synthia to draw her forward. Not the most polite of gestures, but she is his squire. "This is my squire, Lady Synthia Reine. Synthia, if you wouldn't mind getting the gift, please? I don't know if you recall, Viscountess, and it certainly was quite a long time ago, but I promised a gift that I did not have at the wedding. I had a wonderful smith I know in Four Corners, a man who used to be an end receiver of my fief's copper and tin. He works beautiful bronze, and I had him work something for you."

Synthia steps forward and bow politely to the couple. She offers Henric and Elaine both a faint yet rather warm smile. "A pleasure to see you again Your Excellency…though you didn't have that title when I last saw you. And its a pleasure to meet you Viscountess." Her tone is calm yet very polite and she nods to Thomas. "Of course Baron Chandus…I will be right back." And then she turns to go fetch the gift.

The Viscount's reaction to Shirlyn is a slight lift of eyebrows, "Related to Lord Aidric then? You have my condolences…" He clears his throat to remove any hint of awkwardness from him, stoic faced as he offers, "He didn't quite call me an animal, but was close to. The man shall be missed." His giggling wife does earn his attention, as if she were something he could focus on and not flounder utterly in front of their peers. He'll watch the gift receiving with a quiet approval touching his lips. Archery going off in the distance does have his attention, briefly, to note Yelena's prowess with the bow, murmuring, "Should have one of the huntresses see to a friendly wager with her…" Squirrel. Maybe, though his awareness kept on the move, raking his eyes over Synthia with a nod granted her, while Thomas does take in his greeting in return. Full of exuberance and relief, that clap is readily given and extended to Thomas, keeping a hint of cheekiness on his own grin for the sudden and well needed comradery expressed. To Synthia he nods with a light chagrin showing, as if that reminder has him falling back into a title, one that allows the conversation of gift giving to flow around him.

Shirlyn smiles at Elaine and nods. "No, one never can. I thought the white would be more appropriate," She elbows Thomas slightly. "Oh, stop making me sound like a hanger on, my lord," she raises a brow at him before turning to Henric. "I thank you, and you as well. I knew your sisters and brother, they were good people," she says solemnly enough, appropriately and nothing more. "He will be missed, indeed," she nods and takes a step to the side as Synthia steps forward. She grins at Thomas as Syn takes off to get the gift.

Slowly and with grace the Viscountess of Kaedon rises. Yelena's performance draws a smile from Sonya as she starts in Henric's direction slowly and with purpose. She comes over to the group and inclines her head in a polite gesture looking to each of them before her gaze locks on the Viscount. "Your Excellency, might I request a moment of your time to discuss some business? It will not take too long I assure you." She offers a faint smile her dark eyes showing nothing and her expression is equally serene.

Synthia returns a moment later carrying a large and heavy shield covered in leather carefully in both arms. She carries it in a way that shows its size off and yet she doesn't seem to struggle as she carries it offer to where Thomas, Henric, Shirlyn and Elaine are. She presents the shield to Henric with a low and polite bow of her head.

Elaine's giggle has subsided in the moment the crumbs and such had been taken care of, on Henric's doublet. But well, in fact there may be still some clinging to the fabric, and so she cannot help but glance his way now and then to make sure she hasn't missed any. "Your presence at the wedding was vital, as we know, Baron Chandus.", Elaine jests lightly but not without warmth, "you may have returned without a gift and wouldn't have been turned away because of it." Her gaze flits to the squire, and she inclines her head. "Lady Synthia, I am pleased to make your acquaintance," the Viscountess smiles sweetly. Her gaze follows Synthia as she moves off to get the present.

Henric's remark about Yelena draws Elaine's attention next, that smile dimming momentarily. "A Huntress, perhaps.", she says. Meaning, not her. "Could offer competition. And not the outcome that lady over there may favor." Her gaze shifts to Sonya Kaedon then, and yes, Elaine's grey-blue eyes may lose a few degrees of warmth. "Viscountess," she greets with a smile. Shooting Henric a glance when Sonya requests a few words of confidence with him.

Yelena loses a few more arrows, largely to kill time, and then returns the bow and quiver to the servant who brought it. She's giving the poor men moving the targets a break, it seems. She turns in time to see her cousin approach their host, and a know smile comes to the scout's lips. Of course. Chuckling softly, Yelena makes her way over to the food. Her cousin can negotiate business, the archer is going to eat.

Thomas reaches over to grab the leather covering which covers the shield. It is made of fairly thick bronze and shaped like a teardrop. The lacquered colours mirror the Cassomir coat of arms, with actual gold inlaid into eagles and the sword hilt, and the blade of the sword made from real silver. Though it would be useable in battle, this is a ceremonial item. "I'm sure you've got more shields than you can shake a stick it. However, I figured, my lord, that might could appreciate one to place in a position of show. Hopefully, it can be put somewhere that when the light comes into your court it shines on the metal and blinds the petitioners." He grins.

Shirlyn admires the shield that Thomas brought, she has seen that thing once before and listened more than once to a guard or two grumble about how cumbersome it was, but it is splendid. She gives Thomas a nod of approval before backing away from the Cassomirs. She finds a decent looking tree to put her back onto and slips her flask back out of her sleeves.

"Oh this is… wonderful…", Elaine says, as her eyes take in the impressive gift of House Chandus, her eyes even glinting with the faintest hint of mischief when she adds with a flance towards Henric: "I believe Henric will find such to come in handy, wouldn't you, dear?" Addressing her husband with the ease that had been lacking a few weeks ago. Who would have thought it possible? "Thank you," she intones towards Thomas, even extending her gratitude to Synthia, whom she gives another warm smile. "And thank you, for carrying it over, my lady."

Synthia holds the shield in place as it is revealed. Elaine's gratitude and warm smile are returned with a soft smile in return from the Reine who inclines her head once more. "I am just doing my duty Viscountess…but you are very welcome all the same." Her tone is soft and pale green eyes study the woman curiously a moment before she offers another small smile.

Henric's attention span to all this courtly stuff, a matter that Aidric said he should undertake more often, is not quite the same as it was in the courtly proceedings. You see, informal means that. He is actually reaching for the pastry on Elaine's plate while she's distracted with her present from Shirlyn. REACHING. Oh it's not that sneaky, no, it's a pointed yank and tug, with a HUGE bite taken out of it before he puts it back on her plate. Eating the pastry offers him more of a chance to listen rather than play the games that are certainly dancing about. Shirlyn's remark of his brother and sisters does turn his eyes down and away, their memory the likely cause for the clothing he was wearing and mirth subsequently dies. Should he be having -fun- while they rot in the ground?

That goblet may be a sure way of finding out the answer to such a question, one he was considering as Sonya approaches him. His eyes lurch from the base of his goblet toward her pointed interception of the conversation floating around, the gulp he makes to ensure more crumbs weren't fixed to his mouth after the stolen bite of pastry. "Ah, Viscountess, yes," he appreciates her title with a nod of his head, "We can certainly, though-" he hesitates with an arm gestured toward the Reine squire returning, "I believe there is something of a gift to be made." He wasn't sure if it was for him or to his wife, until he actually LOOKED and saw the shape of it. Well then. To Elaine he rolls his shoulder, with a light murmur, "No reason you couldn't try."

It's when Thomas presents the shield that Henric lifts his arm to show the gratitude for the gift, in toast of the gesture, "A splendid gesture and gift, Thomas. One that shall hang in the halls. Indeed." He hands his goblet to well.. hrm, whose around, well, someone, before he takes a step forward to regard the lacquered shield. "I do believe I shall take joy in watching the petitioners squint…" He jostles Thomas good naturedly as his forearm moves to accept the shield to test its weight.

Elaine shoots her husband a glance at his murmur, her lips pressed together for a moment, before her grey-blue eyes leave his face to shift over towards the archery butts. A sigh. Then a nod. And a plate with some leftover pastry that is placed in his hand. "Alright, Henric. I will make a fool of myself, for your sake.", she murmurs as she passes him. A topic that may be pursued later. The Viscountess moves over where the bows and quivers have been arranged for convenience. Grabbing one bow, trying it out, then inclining her head, Elaine moves into position. An arrow is drawn from the quiver, placed against the bowstring, pulled back… and let loose.

<FS3> Elaine rolls Archery: Good Success.

The arrow hits in the second ring, this acknowledged by the Viscountess with a nod and a faint smell. A glance shot over her shoulder towards Henric as she raises a brow.

Thomas bows his head again, this time in respect of the honourable words that the Viscount and Viscountess speak. "For my friends. Sometimes it's good to keep those coming to you on their toes, after all. There is more, Viscount, but that we can speak of later. Perhaps after dinner when we retire, yes?" He turns and almost bashes into Sonya. Blinking, he bows his head. "Excellency, I apologise. I hope the day finds you well and in hearty health." Stepping off to the side, he motions at Elaine. "No mean archer, she is."

Yelena looks up from her own munching when another approaches the targets. She nods with approval at Elaine's shot, breaking into a grin. "A good shot, my lady!" She calls, and her compliment sounds quite genuine. She takes one more bite of her food— a tiny cake that seems uncharacteristically delicate for the tall scout— and sets it aside, before making her way over to the targets. She stands a good distance back, very much out of Elaine's way, but still with a good view of any future shots the lady intends to make.

Sonya takes a quick step back as Thomas almost runs into her. A slight wince mars her features as she does so almost as if something pains her. The Baron gets a faint little smile and a nod. "It is fine Your Lordship. I am quite well yes and I hope you are as well." She is polite and she looks to Henric once more her expression thoughtful. "Perhaps now is not the best time. We can speak of business later when we can both be more focused upon it." Inclining her head to the others she looks to Elaine as she shoots, she looks mildly impressed as she turning intending to return to her seat now.

Henric arches a brow at the mention of their being more, though as he puts the cumbersome shield into the possession of an armsman that he had gestured too, to see it safely within, his hand is suddenly holding a plate. "That sounds a good time to unwind," he mentions to Thomas, agreeing to speak with him after dinner. His eyes turn down toward the unfinished pastry. Hrm, he will wrap that one up rather quickly once his wife is off to the archery lanes, such is her loss than the pastry is gobbled down. He does shove the plate into a servant's hand, taking the pastry in between his fingers as he watches Elaine murder the target, as much as Sonya's woman did. He nods to Thomas again, "Lady Charing seems… nice, though that's not the word for it." He polishes off the sweet pastry, with his eyes following Elaine, before bouncing toward Sonya, having nearly caught sight of both Baron and Viscountess crashing into one another. Sonya's thoughtful explanation earns a retort, "That may be best. In a while perhaps, I could show you the garden."

"She is. Sharp and feisty, though we have different ideas about some things. She's got a good sense of the world we live in, sometimes better than I." Thomas answers Henric, nodding as he slips away. He moves to tap Shirlyn on the shoulder. "I think we'll be moving into some privacy after dinner, incase you… wish to talk to the Viscount."

<FS3> Elaine rolls Archery: Great Success.

Sonya offers Henric a rather charming smile and inclines her head. "As you wish Your Excellency, I think I would very much enjoy seeing the gardens here." And then she is off making her way back under the tent she was at previously and to her seat to continue her observations of those here.

Elaine looks up, a smile is offered to Yelena who had tested her skill at the archery butts before, the compliment accepted with an incline of her head. Her gaze shifts further, towards Henric. Her brows lifting when she realizes he is eating her piece of pastry! A bit of ire may be present in those grey-blue eyes of hers as she turns back to the task at hand. Archery. The next arrow is readied, aim taken, and shot. The Viscountess's gaze following the arrow in its flight until it hits - in the inner ring, no too far from the bull's eye!

Shirlyn was watching the ladies shoot at the target and flinched ever so slightly when Thomas touched her shoulder, the flask that was held to her lips slowly makes its way down to settle at her waist. "Oh, I suppose I could accompany you," she says with a nod, "just in case there are questions I can answer." She grins and mumbles to Thomas through clenched teeth and a forced smile that is verging on silly, "or toes I need to stomp."
Synthia is still there standing slightly behind and to one side of Thomas. She watches Shirlyn's interactions with her knight rather calmly taking note of them silently but keeping her stoic mask in place. Her green gaze sweeps over to Elaine as she begins to shoot and she smiles faintly at that last shot clearly impressed but then she goes back to observing the ones around her, namely Shirlyn Thomas and Henric.

<FS3> Elaine rolls Archery: Good Success.

Yes! Eating your pastry Elaine! EEEEATING! EATEN. Henric looks quietly smug and satisfied to earn that look from Elaine, which could possibly lend to the idea he just ate it to rile her up - or it could be because he saw her shot was a bit more point on than the Kaedon woman's! Henric is relieved when the Baron goes one way and the Viscountess goes the other way without incident. He's not let alone for long however, as a very stiff necked messenger, a well known man in castle Roseguard for being the choice messenger for the Viscount in particular, comes over to beg his attention. There are a few words exchanged, a missive passed, a parchment opened and a soft grunt made from the Viscount. Something mumbles out about his 'brother felt like' … as he nods to the messenger, claps the man by the upper arm to get the messenger to walk with him.

A third arrow is let loose by the Viscountess, to complete the series of shots. While Elaine had been indeed pleased to see the second hitting close to the bull's eye, her enthusiasm dims a little when she sees the third hit somewhere close to the the first, on the second ring. Leaving it at that, Elaine will put down bow and arrow, her gaze sweeping the area to see Henric being called away. Well, she for her part feels another calling, the grumble of her stomach which was cheated of its share of pastry. The blonde young woman moves towards the pavilions with the food and drink at a resulote pace, but not so resolute as not to offer those she passes an amiable smile and a few polite words.

Yelena watches Elaine with interest, letting out a pleased little chuckle as she is outdone. Alright, she's impressed. "Seems I ought to practice more." She muses, partially to Elaine and partially to herself. The lady's final shot earns a little nod of approval, and then it seems the show is done. Yelena heads back towards the food, retrieving her cake and returning to her munching.

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