Lureene sighs in pleasure at Rath-hun’s ministrations. She thinks for a moment, and then says quietly, ”I decided I want to become a wizard like my father, the thought of turning into my mother terrifies me.”
Rath finds the spot on her foot that gave her pleasure and continues to work it. "I am not knowing of many things but, seeing your blooming recently... can't believe you could become like your mother." He shakes his head. "No, decidely not. You have always been more than her. You will always be more than her. To be her, you would have to lessen yourself... and this you would not do."
Even lost in this near perfect moment with Felmor as Priyya is - always the Surya-ka-Vahaak is watchful. She listens to the quiet conversation between Rath and Lureene.
Father... wizard. Mother... source of her demonic side. Succubus most likely. And she fears to become it and struggles against it.
It takes a long moment for the implications to seep into her head and Priyya wishes they would leave her to her perfect moment with Fel. But once in her mind, they will not leave. She feels a sense of sympathy for the winged woman - struggling between two worlds. Taking the hard road of doing right over the easy path of doing as 'her nature intends'. Priyya realises with shock, their stories have certain parallels and the things that set Priyya apart from humanity are probably the same that affect Lureene. Damn. How do I help?
Lureene gazes at Rath-hun with that smoky gaze he knows all too well. "Ohh, Rath-hun, you have always seen the human side of me, the angelic side. This gives me hope. Hope I can be a good person, not a demonic playtoy." She sniffs back tears threatening to fall again, and continues, I don't want to ruin this evening we have together, so I will be the princess, and you are my knight, Sir Rath-hun! That will make this evening one to remember, forever!" She smiles a girlish smile, and holds her hand out for Rath-hun to kiss.
Trying to prevent her tears, Rath says lightly "Hm.. think an Angel beats a mere Princess, but for tonight you be a Princess and I will be shoeless Knight." He kisses her hand and says mischievously, "And then, at midnight, carriage will turn into pumpkin, and you will ascend to angel-hood again... and I will become far less of a gentleman. Think you will like that part." He waggles his eyebrows devilishly, kisses her hand again, and goes back to working on her other foot since, he argues, massaging only one will make her walk unevenly... and that is criminal for Princesses.
Felmor holds the woman he fell in love with closely in his arms, enjoying everything about her, her smell, the feel of her body against him, the sensuous way she moves, especially against him. After a moment, he senses a feeling of unease coming from her. She keeps it well hidden, but she cannot hide this, not from her beloved.
He leans close, and barely whispers, "Ye, all right?
Priyya gives her best reassuring smile while snuggling closer to him. "Oh, yes. Just Surya-ka-Vahaak bugging Priyya when she'd rather be left alone with her beloved. Perils of the job, I guess. So..." She indicates her exposed hair, neck, shoulders, and bustline, "Is this too immodest for your tastes, Fel? Am I flaunting too much skin - in public - I mean?"
Felmor nods in understanding, "It be all right, me Desert Rose. Ye be both Priyya, 'n th' Surya-ka-Vahaak, 'n I fell in love wit' both of ye, 'n I love both of ye equally. As fer ye outfit, it fits me Desert Rose perfectly." He takes her palm in his hand and kisses it gently, but she does notice the look he gives her is not very gentlemanly.
She smiles, content to be just Priyya for the moment, rolling along in carriage enjoying the attention of a man she loves.
"No, that's generally what I was curious about. If we end up working together, I'm sure I'll become more acquainted with each person's capabilities."
Alis accepts the scroll Mal offers, then scoots closer to Alexis.
The twins give the royal seal of Ilmarond a momentary inspection before Alis cracks it open. Mal is afforded a merciful reprieve from Princess Alis' incessant wordplay as the two read over the missive from back home.
Upon finishing, the two give one another a serious look, lips pursed, yet say nothing. For the remainder of the carriage ride, the two sit in silence saying nothing, although Mal's perceptive eyes note when Alexis gives Alis' right hand a gentle squeeze upon hearing a soft sigh.
As the princesses become engrossed in their letter, Mal is happy to let the conversation lapse into silence, using the time to continue his wary observation of their passing surroundings, his slightly brooding mood returning. He is happy to have had the chance to mark the individual scents of at least these two of his new travel companions.
Rath finishes his impromptu foot massage and gently replaces Lureene's shoes. He briefly debates working on her calves for clinical reasons. Her tension this evening is evident from the tight ball he discovered in her flexor digitorum brevis and abductor hallucis not to mention the irregular ki flow through her medial plantar nerve. While he did his best to relax the tension, clearly a lot more work would need to be done to get her to a Zen state before tonight's festivities. There simply wasn't time for it. And hiking up her dress to thoroughly work out the kinks in her nervous system would probably not be 'proper' in this carriage. He could certainly do the work by touch alone but that would be equally odd behavior. Unfortunately, Meri Devi will have to deal with the tension with only my emotional support.
Rath glances at his traveling companions. All of them seem lost in their own thoughts, even Talvyra. Hopefully, this trip will not take too long.
Mal begins to shift every few minutes, obviously having a difficult time staying comfortable in such confined spaces. Finally, he huffs, "If there's nothing else...", waits to make sure nothing is forthcoming from the tiny princesses, and throws open the carriage door while it still moves.
Mal throws himself out into the night with one explosive leap, grabbing the top railing with his left hand while exiing, and uses it as a fulcrum from which to pivot, sending himself in a gracefully controlled arc through the night air. The driver nearly shouts out in alarm as the giant hunter lands next to him on the drivers seat, giving him a cursory nod before resuming his quiet watch.
After Mal hops out of the carriage, Alexis turns to face Alis and teases, "Somehow I don't see him being able to weather a 2 hour opera if he can't handle a 15 minute carriage ride. You might have to be gentle with this one."
Alis merely pouts and gives a soft hmmph, before looking at the letter she still holds in her hands.
"So... what are you going to do about that?" Alexis asks.
Alis gives a melancholy smiles and simply replies, "Honestly, what can I do about it?"
She sighs and bangs the back of her head against the carriage's rear window in frustration.
Alexis leans over and gives her a big hug. "Well, if there's anyone who can make the best of a bad or boring situation it's you. Everything will work out, you'll see."
The two sit in silent embrace for about a minute before Alexis says, "Look, we're here. Hmm, why are there so many people gathered?"
Alis sniffs and dabs some tears from her eyes and says, "Because it's your send-off, silly, why else?"
With that, Alis inspects her makeup in a hand glass she keeps on her, swears softly and then sits quite still while her surprised and speechless sister fixes her makeup with a cantrip.
The road to Countess Rowan's estate hugs a cliff that overlooks the Gulf of Arghal below. Wrought iron lanterns light the way while above you, you can make out the beam of one of the city's lighthouses shining brightly.
While the sun has finished setting, the large cloud-swirled moon of Brightpool is in full view overhead. Even though Darkshoal is only just now starting to rise, the blue-white expanse provides plenty of light to see by and sets the stars of the Lansceradi twinkling like a field of diamonds.
As the road reaches the top of the cliff, a massive stone barbican guards the way. Countess Rowan's soldiers are dressed in their best ceremonial armor their tabards freshly laundered and pressed. Embroidered in the center of each is the depiction of a cardinal nestled safely amongst the thorny, berry-laden branches of a hawthorn tree.
Your carriages pause only briefly for the moment it takes the guards to recognize the passengers in the first carriage. A rider on a white charger carrying Corrina's standard takes up position in front of you with a number of honor guards behind him. Giving a clarion call on his trumpet, your carriages are escorted across the broad, lovingly landscaped expanse inside the estate's curtain walls. You proceed and along a round-about that encircles a sparkling fountain wherein you find a statue of a nymph confounding a sea serpent.
One by one, your carriages pull up to the great curved steps in front of a vast and stately châteaux. As you await for your carriage to pull forward, you see Alis and Alexis exit theirs with the help of the valets before quickly and daintily making their way over to a well-dressed and attractive, if matronly, woman in greyish white dress trimmed with burgundy and lace. The princesses curtsy to the woman who shakes her head and instead gives them both a big hug.
The woman and Alexis begin having a conversation and within mere moments, a flock of handsome, men in expensive designer finery have gathered about asking for introductions and bearing various gifts. Saving themselves from the spontaneous crowd of suitor, Alis excitedly motions for the noblewoman to follow, and the trio approach the second carriage in your group just as Felmor and Ravarath are helping Priyya and Lureene to exit.
"Ah, and these must be your good friends about whom I have heard so many good things."
You have to blink and do a double take. For a moment you would have sworn there was a 3rd twin present. It is only after your eyes adjust to the light of lanterns and moonlight that you can tell otherwise. Even with a lace shawl around her shoulder, judging by the way this woman fills out her corset, the lady in the greyish white dress is surely a relation to the young half elves. Though her sandy-blonde hair is mixed with grey and many fine lines reveal her to be well past child-bearing years, she is still quite beautiful and seems to have aged gracefully if nothing else.
When Alis would later satisfy your curiosity by revealing that their Aunt Corrina had turned 50 just last year, you were nothing short of amazed.
Lureene takes a quick moment to make sure the hairpin properties are activated before she steps out of the carriage. After reassuring herself her wings appear angelic, she tries to quell the rising nerves, and allows Ravarath to assist her she steps out into the cool night air, and looks around her. ”What a strange sky this is, but the rings are so beautiful. I surely hope the Countess’s party is as lovely.” She leans on Rath-hun, for a moment, he then takes her in his arm, guiding her along to meet the Countess and the rest of her party.
Once the Countess has arrived, Lureene curtsies low, and replies to her, in a quiet voice, ”The honor is all mine, Countess.”
Felmor assists Priyya out of the carriage, once again marveling at her body movements. He waits for Talvyra to exit, and then takes Priyya in his arm, escorting her to where the Countess awaits. He notes with amusement everyone and their brother has turned out for this, it seems like.
Once the Countess has greeted Lureene and Ravarath, he steps forward, and while removing his hat, offers her a courtly bow. "Countess, ‘tis an honor ta make your acquaintence.”
"Auntie let me introduce everyone!"
Alis steps forward smiling with pride at how nice all of you look and says, "First off, this is my good friend Ravarath. He, Alexis, and I were all classmates together at The Academy of Starsha back in Malatesta."
"Rath's lovely angel is Miss Lureene Ourson who is pursuing her arcane studies."
She motions to Priyya and says, "Priyya is a priestess of Alíta from east of the Fang Sea. In her order she is known as a Surya-ka-Vahaak or Lightbringer. They are a sect that forswear many of the expectations that most people have for their lives in dedication to fighting darkness in the world."
"Last but not least is Priyya's beau and our brave Knight-Captain, Sir Felmor Traker. He's quite modest, but this man saved us all with his bravery when were poised on the brink of defeat in the crypt we found ourselves in so recently. Auntie, you shall have to see about having a ship commissioned for Felmor to captain, he would make a fine addition to any maritime endeavors!"
She looks around for a bit and finally spies Malandraenas doing his best impersonation of a wall-flower. Having none of it, she saunters over, takes his big hand and leads him back. "This incredibly tall, stoic fellow is Corporal Malandraenas Tylalaes. He is a member of Princess Larathiel's Aravernim special forces unit. He has been assigned to accompany me on my trip back to Mennen Fedleth and Silverwake."
Turning her attention from the five of you to her aunt, Alis continues, "Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Alexis' and my auntie, The Ruler of Caen Carrinac, her ladyship Countess Corrina Rowan."
So much for the stealthy approach... Mal thinks as the slip of a princess drags him across the courtyard. The stormy, closed-mouth look becomes a full-on thunderhead of brooding as he realizes what type of evening he's in for. When he is introduced, he gives a surprisingly courtly bow to the Countess, but remains quiet and reserved unless he is spoken to. To everyone else, Mal does his savage best to look as unapproachable as possible. Never actually speaking hostilely if spoken to, but using his predatory features and size to ward off would-be socialites.
Countess Rowan smiles graciously as each of your are introduced nodding her head in acknowledgement of the women's curtsies and holding her hand out for the men to kiss. Once Alis has finished the introductions, Corrina says, "Any friends of my beloved nieces are friends of Caen Carrinac. It is my delight to receive such fine, capable and handsome young people such as yourselves in my humble home. Please, make yourselves comfortable, and help dear Alexis to enjoy the party before she embarks for Wildethar. Heavens know we have a busy day tomorrow, don't we, my dear. If you will excuse me..."
The countess turns to go yet hesitates for a moment and says, "Sir Traker, I shall have to introduce you later this evening. Perhaps before we begin the formal ball. Estoria prides itself on boasting fine captains such as yourself. You shall have to inform me what sort of naval commission and vessel would suit your fancy."
"Now then, Alis if you would walk with me..."
With that, Countess Rowan and Alis head off towards some gardens that overlook the water conversing quietly as they go.
Alexis looks up at the rest of you, her eyes bright and says, "Well, I am quite certain that everyone knows Alissariel and I have arrived, but I would suspect that the five of you are likely the buzz that everyone shall be talking about. Let's go inside and get something to eat, I'm famished! Oh and Aunt Corrina has quite the impressive wine cellar beneath the east wing!" She winks and says, "Just try to pace yourselves and remember: Don't be intimidated by all of this, you are our guests so it's everyone else that should be worrying over how you view them, not the other way around!"
Showing considerably more excitement for such socializing that you would have expected, Alexis begins to make her way inside after informing Miss Nell and Morgaard that they too should relax and let the staff wait on them for a change.
When Mal sees that Alexis intends to usher everyone inside to enjoy the party, he quickly excuses himself citing his duties as a bodyguard. He slips away to keep an eye on Alis as she and her aunt walk together in the moonlight. Shortly thereafter, the carriage drivers lead your rides around to the servants' entrance so that the porters can lug your belongings upstairs to your rooms.
Inside the châteaux, you are greeted by a foyer that is easily as big as the common room of the tavern at which you so recently took your rest. High above an immense gold chandelier bearing what must be 100 candles hangs from a vaulted ceiling with not one but two balconies overlooking it. A great free-standing staircase wide enough for two carriages to pass curves up along the outside of the chamber to the second story 25 feet above and another on second story leads to the 3rd floor another 20 feet above that.
As you wander about, trying not to look completely out of your element, butlers offer glasses of wine and demure serving girls offer hors d' oeuvres served from silver trays. When suitors attempt to accost her, Alexis hides behind her paper fan and diverts attention by instead introducing the rest of you and making a point of how impressed she is by how capable (and dangerous) you all are. More than a few of the pale-faced young (and not-so-young) quickly excuse themselves after noticing that Priyya alone looks like she could take a man apart without breaking a sweat or batting an eye.
You are not inside for more than five minutes before a familiar voice greets you, "My what excellent taste in couture young people have these days."
Turning to meet the voice, you see Lord Aernelóth, now dressed according to his station. Hanging on his arms is an attractive young human girl with auburn hair and sporting a green dress. With a twinkle in his blue eyes, he says, "My friends, this is Hannah. Say hello Hannah."
The cute and buxom young woman smiles and says cheerfully, "Hello Hannah!"
Laithoron nudges Rath's massive arm with a knowing wink and says, "Come, why don't we all find a nice place to relax and watch the crowd."
Alexis nods in agreement and lead you all thru a pair of towering mahogany doors into a truly vast chamber some 50 feet in height and with balconies over looking it from both sides. It is a grand ballroom with an arched latice of iron and glass comprising the ceiling and 3 crystal chandeliers each nearly 15-feet across sending sparkling motes of prism hues throughout the chamber.
Without a hint of hesitation, she orders some servants to arrange a number of couches and divans on a raised section at one end of the room so that you can all relax and gaze upon the painted crowd that soon gathers after your entry. As you sit, she gives a nod and from the opposing balcony a dozen musicians fill the chamber with the sweet sound of stringed instruments.
"Ah, that's ever so much better, my dear Princess!" Laithoron exclaims.
So it is that you begin your evening in the company of a few friends amidst masses of interested nobles. Before long, Morgaard, Miss Nell, and Alis join you, although the twins (particularly Alis) accept many frequent offers to get out on the marble and waltz. Indicating that Priyya and Lureene should join them along with their beaus...
Alis' indigo eyes are afire with excitement as she exits the dance floor after a particularly rousing number. "So Felmor, are you excited yet? Your own ship!"
"So Lureene," Alexis offers you a glass of wine from the two she just took off the tray of a passing butler, "Alissariel informs me you have an interest in the arcane. I had no idea! What sort of studies do you fancy and what led you to take an interest in such pursuits?"
After a while, Countess Rowan joins your group, somewhat amused at the casual seating configuration that has been arranged yet finding no fault. Sitting down with your group, she turns to Priyya and says, "I understand that we would likely be coming together for a funeral rather than a party if not for your ministrations! You have my sincerest thanks. Yet tell me, what is it that distinguishes a... sur-ya-ka-va-haak from the other devotees of Alíta? Alis spoke of sacrifice..."
After giving Hannah a subtle squeeze and sending her off to fetch some more substantial fare (and perhaps a special bottle for his old friends Morgaard, and Nelliel), he turns to Ravarath. "You seem to do quite well for yourself, my friend. I understand that you are joining little Alechsularis in pursuit of her parents' legacy. Any hopes..." He nods towards Lureene, "...regrets for leaving this side of the world behind for what is likely to be years at the very least?"
Alis' indigo eyes are afire with excitement as she exits the dance floor after a particularly rousing number. "So Felmor, are you excited yet? Your own ship!"
Felmor helps himself to a glass of deep dark red wine, and also procures one for Priyya, hoping she is not too uncomfortable. He feels himself relaxing once the other guests have turned their attention elsewhere. Ach, I ain’t neveah been in a place like this before, I guess I at least betteah try ta enjoy this, as I be a knight now.
When the lovely Princess Alis approaches and asks him about his ship, he takes her hand in his and plants a kiss on her palm, while giving her a wink, and then says, ”Well Princess, I was jes thinkin’ I be lookin’ fer a ship that be fltin’ over waves like the fastest buccaneers, jes ta avoid all the lasses out thar seekin’ ta tie an anchor aroud me neck." He chuckles at the thought.
Morgaard gets a smile on his face when Hannah returns with a dark green bottle of The Jager and several shot glasses. Noticing that they aren't quite alone, he allows her to pour before quickly excusing himself. You notice that there are two fewer glasses after he departs.
Finding his way to the dark corner of the room, behind a pillar, he gives a grunt and holds up a glass for the tall brooding Malandraenas.
"Don't care too much for these sort of things either. Too many people, no cares... Pah!"
He shakes his head and downs his own shot. "Still, the food and drink are always top-notch."
After a moment, he continues, "She might look like all fluff and charm, but that girl's been thru a lot. She's made of pretty stern stuff but she's still not as tough as she needs to be for how big her heart is. If age wasn't getting the best of me, I'd stick by her but that's something we all have to face eventually. Well... except for some of the elves I guess."
"Still, if anything happens to her, all eyes will be on you. I know Larathiel trusts you, but this is a bit different than hunting demons in the middle of the 'shade. You up to the task, lad?"
"So Lureene," Alexis offers you a glass of wine from the two she just took off the tray of a passing butler, "Alissariel informs me you have an interest in the arcane. I had no idea! What sort of studies do you fancy and what led you to take an interest in such pursuits?"
Lureene takes the glass of wine, noting its fine blush color and tasting it, enjoys the fruity taste exploding in her mouth. This is certainly a fine vintage. Noting Rath-hun’s cautioning look , she resolves to pace herself, knowing she is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, as Alis can surely attest.
Once she has settled in the divan and allowed her wings to stretch out, she turns to Alexis and replies, ”Alexis, I do appreciate the interest in my studies. Actually, I believe you gave me inspiration to follow this path. I…this is hard for me to say, but I want to be a wizard like my father, I think he would have wanted me to be a wizard.” Lureene silently commands her tears not to fall, even though she had not realized how much she misses a person she has never met, only heard of. No! I will see him, I promise!
Lureene takes a long sip from her glass, and notes it is nearly gone, she really is surprised how easily the wine went down her throat. She looks at Alexis, noting her compassionate gaze, and continues, ”As for a path to follow, I am aware of various schools of magic that are out there, I believe one that complements my natural charms, would suit me best. As Rath-hun as said before, I am part human and part angel and I cannot deny that is part of who I am. As Alissariel has noted, I am quite the entertainer!” Her laughter brings a smile to Rath-hun's face, realizing Lureene is finally starting to enjoy herself.
Mal nods to the stout dwarf as he comes over, recognizing him as one of the twins' team members. He takes a moment to register the stout warrior's scent, and the in-rush of air in his nostrils brings in a surge of fabricated smells… the jaybirds and dandies in this room must have spent a lifetime's worth of coin on perfume alone. Then he takes the offered glass, dipping his head slightly in thanks.
As he listens to the dwarf, Mal swirls the drink close enough to his nose to pick out the different flavors in the beverage, experiencing it on a level most people cannot even fathom. With one quick motion, he downs it, feeling the fire race down his throat. "Thanks. Too many people indeed."
He listens as the dwarf goes on about Alissariel, his own eyes never leaving her for more than a heartbeat. Most people consider this level of focus offending in social settings, but Mal could care less. This dwarf seems not to care, though… he may be a decent enough fellow after all.
As his own capabilities come into question, Mal lets his eyes drift from Alis to the dwarf for a few seconds to judge their intent. Then his eyes return to his charge before answering. "I can understand your concern, Master… Moorgard is it? But let me assure you, Larathiel would not have tasked me the job if she had the slightest doubt of my capabilities. As for myself… maybe I am up to the task… maybe not. Time will tell. I can guarantee that when I put myself to a task, it gets all of me. All the time. I have yet to find a challenge I could not best."
Again there seems to be no arrogance to his words, only a level of self-assured determination found rarely in people so young. Idly he places the empty shot glass on the lip of the tall plant-stand on which he leans, "Again, thank you. 'S a fine drink."
Then, more to attempt social politeness than out of any real interest, "So what will you do now that your baby-sitting days are over?"
”Well Princess, I was jes thinkin’ I be lookin’ fer a ship that be fltin’ over waves like the fastest buccaneers, jes ta avoid all the lasses out thar seekin’ ta tie an anchor aroud me neck."
Alis laughs at Felmor's joke and teases, "Better be careful there, Captain, if Priyya hears you talking like that she might tie you to an anchor!"
The cute and buxom young woman smiles and says cheerfully, "Hello Hannah!"
Laithoron nudges Rath's massive arm with a knowing wink and says...
Rath smiles at Hannah and recalls an evening only a week ago? where Laith and Rath found out that their shared tastes ran to subjects other than just philosophy. He nods to Laith, "Compliments on your impeccable tastes Master Laithoron..." Rath belatedly indicates his own apparel, "... in clothing, of course."
Alis laughs at Felmor's joke and teases, "Better be careful there, Captain, if Priyya hears you talking like that she might tie you to an anchor!"
Felmor replies with a hearty chuckle to Alis, "I believe she already has done that ta me, 'n I canane be happier 'bout that." He looks over at his Desert Rose, and shoots her a smile.
”Alexis, I do appreciate the interest in my studies. Actually, I believe you gave me inspiration to follow this path. I…this is hard for me to say, but I want to be a wizard like my father, I think he would have wanted me to be a wizard.”
Alexis sits up a bit and smiles at Lureene's comment. "I helped to inspire you? I'm... not sure what to say but thank you for telling me. It seems we have a bit more in common than I suspected. You see, the Duke, my father, was a wizard also while mother had a more innate gift for magic in the same way that Alis does."
”As for a path to follow, I am aware of various schools of magic that are out there, I believe one that complements my natural charms, would suit me best. As Rath-hun as said before, I am part human and part angel and I cannot deny that is part of who I am. As Alissariel has noted, I am quite the entertainer!”
The princess nods knowingly. "Yes, you should definitely study something that suits both your strengths and interests. If nothing else, that will help you not only to excel but to persevere in the face of the difficult studies that lie ahead."
Seeing that your glass is empty and her own is nearly deplete, Alexis motions for a butler. "A bottle of elvenblossom wine, 4108 if possible."
Turning back to the angel-winged beauty she says, "Well I have a busy schedule tomorrow, but provided we are able to wake up at a decent hour I'll take you to the book binder's and we can pick out a nice waterproof spellbook and a pretty hardcase for it. Then there's the spell components and focus items..." She waves her hand. "There's quite a lot to keep up with but you'll get the hang of it soon enough particularly since you already are familiar with some types of casting from what I've seen. Oh that reminds me. What was that little creature I saw doting on you back at The Silver Hart? It looked like a familiar of some sort..."
"I can understand your concern, Master… Moorgard is it? But let me assure you, Larathiel would not have tasked me the job if she had the slightest doubt of my capabilities. As for myself… maybe I am up to the task… maybe not. Time will tell. I can guarantee that when I put myself to a task, it gets all of me. All the time. I have yet to find a challenge I could not best."
Mal's youthful confidence brings a smile to the old dwarf's face. "You sound like me from about 80 some years back. I won't begrudge a young man his confidence, it's good to hear. Makes me feel all fired up to go find a fight and crack some skulls for old time's sake."
"Again, thank you. 'S a fine drink."
He takes out a flask containing the same liquor and offers to refill your glass before doing his own.
"This, my friend, is hirschblut, which means stags's blood in common-speak. It's a mixture of distilled spirits, various exotic spices including anis root, and a tad of forest stag's blood to give it the dark color. It's best served cold, but in this region, they like it served hot. I've also heard it called Meister or the Jagers in some other areas. Some people detest it's flavor, its definately somewhat of an acquired taste. However, those who like it, love it. It's quite an indulgance when compared to the milder spirits of mead or wine. "
He downs another shot and smacks his lips in appreciation for the potent stuff.
"So what will you do now that your baby-sitting days are over?"
"Heh," he snorts, "after the 'baby-sitting' I've been doing, I think it would be safer to sleep buck naked in a pup tent in the middle of the 'shade!"
He shakes his head and continues, "Did you know they actually went out of their way to pick a fight with a poisonous lake monster on our way back here? I guess barely surviving an undead-filled deathtrap wasn't quite enough excitement for them. I've served thru dozens of battles in multiple wars and not shed as much blood as when 'baby-sitting' those two. If you think it's all pomp and fun that idea should go by the wayside soon enough."
He holds up his flask as a query to see if you want any more.
"Even so, I don't think I'd rest easy in the afterlife if I didn't show up looking like hell. So while I might take it easy for a bit to see what sort of trouble my daughter is in these days, I suspect it won't be too long before I get itching for a good fight again and put boots to road. Hell, maybe I'll just walk the earth and let my axe pay the way..."
Alexis sits up a bit and smiles at Lureene's comment. "I helped to inspire you? I'm... not sure what to say but thank you for telling me. It seems we have a bit more in common than I suspected. You see, the Duke, my father, was a wizard also while mother had a more innate gift for magic in the same way that Alis does."
Lureene returns her smile, and replies, You're welcome, Alexis, I am glad to hear that, but my mother basically forbade me to learn the arcane art...and I never met my father, but I know a lot about him…and I think he would want me to be a wizard, at least I hope so. As for my mother…well I just don’t want to be like her anymore."
The princess nods knowingly. "Yes, you should definitely study something that suits both your strengths and interests. If nothing else, that will help you not only to excel but to persevere in the face of the difficult studies that lie ahead."
”I know we never got a chance to talk before, but the way you carry yourself, and your mannerisms, are something I want to emulate, or at least try to tone down some of my flamboyant tendencies.” She giggles, ”At least, I will try to for my companions sake!”
Seeing that your glass is empty and her own is nearly deplete, Alexis motions for a butler. "A bottle of elvenblossom wine, 4108 if possible."
Lureene takes the proffered drink, and tastes it, marveling at its bouquet.
Turning back to the angel-winged beauty she says, "Well I have a busy schedule tomorrow, but provided we are able to wake up at a decent hour I'll take you to the book binder's and we can pick out a nice waterproof spellbook and a pretty hardcase for it. Then there's the spell components and focus items..." She waves her hand. "There's quite a lot to keep up with but you'll get the hang of it soon enough particularly since you already are familiar with some types of casting from what I've seen. Oh that reminds me. What was that little creature I saw doting on you back at The Silver Hart? It looked like a familiar of some sort..."
Lureene laughs at the thought of getting up early the next morning, she doubted sleep would be on the agenda this evening. Poor Grak She had dismissed him before they had left the former site of the Silver Hart. ”No, that was not a familiar, but my Eilodon, Grak. An eilodon is a being manifested from your very soul! One of the techniques I learned while I was growing up was how to create and bind a part of your very essence with it We call them eilodons, but they really are so much more! I can summon him if you would like, it only takes a moment, although I don’t know how the other guests would react to him.”
"Compliments on your impeccable tastes Master Laithoron... ... in clothing, of course."
Laithoron gives a heart-felt laugh and raises a glass in toast. "To clothing then..." he leans closer and adds, "...and what's under it!"
"I understand that we would likely be coming together for a funeral rather than a party if not for your ministrations! You have my sincerest thanks."
Priyya looks down, somewhat embarrassed. "Your Ladyship is too kind. In truth, we all contributed to saving one another. I think it would be hard to single out anyone for special praise."
"Yet tell me, what is it that distinguishes a... sur-ya-ka-va-haak from the other devotees of Alíta? Alis spoke of sacrifice..."
Priyya is unsure how much she should say. Talking about her order is probably not polite dinner conversation. Still, judging by the Kirmoon sisters, the Countess wouldn't ask a question in which she wasn't curious to hear an answer. Priyya sighs inwardly and answers frankly, as is her way...
"Well, my order is divided into bearers of different mantles. As the Princess mentioned, I am Surya-ka-Vahaak which literally translates to the 'Sun's Bearer' but is generally called Lightbringer. Among my order, there are many other mantles, all related to Alita's, or Alcarienne's, areas of influence: Truthfinder, Comfort's Hand, Nature's Shield, and so forth. What sets us apart is that we are all warrior-priests and -priestesses. We tend to be a bit more, hm, 'militant' than most of our brethren." She resists the temptation to emphasize her point by showing the Countess that she has discreetly placed her scimitar beneath the divan upon which they sit.
"As for my 'sacrifices'..." She takes a deep breath before continuing, "...it is more akin to a trade. Taking my mantle required me to relinquish my family name and all connection with those who were my relatives. For Xerakai, this is a hard thing. Our familial connections are extremely important in our society. I am also forbidden to settle down in one place or marry. Many in my order choose, but are not required, to forgo all intimacy and loving relationships with individual people." Priyya unconsciously squeezes Felmor's hand. As she speaks, her intensity grows, and a corona of white light etches her features. She quickly realises from the reactions around her, what has happened. She stills her emotions using her monk mental training and the corona fades. She looks sheepishly at the Countess, "Sorry, My Lady, that happens sometimes."
He nods towards Lureene, "...regrets for leaving this side of the world behind for what is likely to be years at the very least?"
Rath smiles wanly. "One week ago, would have said there is nothing keeping me on this side of the world. Would have also said that once I was on other side would not come back. But now... I find I hope to return and I hope to find certain people waiting for me. And 'hope' is NOT something monks embrace."
" If you think it's all pomp and fun that idea should go by the wayside soon enough."
"I assure you nothing I'm assigned is pomp; my unit is no honor guard. And I've been called crazy on more than one occasion for what I consider fun."
His brow furrows. Maybe no one will notice if I slip out to check on Talvyra. Probably shouldn't leave the girl alone, though. Not that there are any serious threats tonight. Though I guess the most serious threats are those you can't forsee.
Alis laughs at Felmor's joke and teases, "Better be careful there, Captain, if Priyya hears you talking like that she might tie you to an anchor!"Felmor replies with a hearty chuckle to Alis, "I believe she already has done that ta me, 'n I canane be happier 'bout that." He looks over at his Desert Rose, and shoots her a smile.
Priyya looks back at him and says, "Fel, I love you, too." indicating that she understands and appreciates the intent of his message, "...but, as a piece of advice, no woman is EVER flattered by being compared to an anchor. A sail, the wind, even a flower... good options. An anchor? Not a safe choice." She gives him a wink to show she isn't upset and continues her previous conversation...
Laithoron gives a heart-felt laugh and raises a glass in toast. "To clothing then..." he leans closer and adds, "...and what's under it!"
Rath grabs a glass and raises it as well. "To gift-wrapped presents - admire the pretty wrapping but don't let that stop you from UNwrapping it and enjoying the present beneath."
"I assure you nothing I'm assigned is pomp; my unit is no honor guard. And I've been called crazy on more than one occasion for what I consider fun."
Morgaard looks at the lad thoughtfully for a moment and wonders if maybe they aren't talking about the same thing.
"I know Larathiel, lad. Not suggesting any such thing. Just saying that Alis, n' all this..." he gestures about with his shot glass before tossing it back, "Well, calm before a storm if experience is any indicator."
He reaches up to give Mal a fatherly pat on the arm.
"You're good n' serious lad. I can see why Larathiel trusts you. Go stretch those long legs if you like, the lass is safe here."
He holds out the side of his waist coat revealing a well-used handaxe with the sheen of mithril. It is secured beneath his arm in a concealed carry sling. Giving the young ranger a wink he sets his half-empty flask by Mal's shot glass and returns to the others.
As he turns to go, Morgaard calls out over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards a side hallway. "There's an exit that comes out by the gardens down that way..."
Mal watches with a stunned look on his face as the dwarf wanders off through the crowd. Wait... he thinks this high society sh!t is supposed to be fun for me? Maybe I don't understand him after all.
Mal stands statue-still in his alcove, laser-focused eyes regarding the party across the giant room, observing their interactions and learning their mannerisms. To anyone else, he continues to emit waves of "do not approach". He stands debating on whether to take the dwarf up on his offer or not.
Need to remember to touch base with Princess Alissariel before leaving. If they're staying here with the Countess, she needs to leave instructions with her men to let me in if I need access to the group... not to mention letting her know where she can find me if she needs to.
You're welcome, Alexis, I am glad to hear that, but my mother basically forbade me to learn the arcane art...and I never met my father, but I know a lot about him…and I think he would want me to be a wizard, at least I hope so. As for my mother…well I just don’t want to be like her anymore."
"So your mother then–" Alexis pauses and then nods in silent understanding.
”I know we never got a chance to talk before, but the way you carry yourself, and your mannerisms, are something I want to emulate, or at least try to tone down some of my flamboyant tendencies. ... At least, I will try to for my companions sake!”
Alexis giggles at little at the thought. "Well good, maybe you can help to keep Alissariel in line then after I've left!"
Alis overhears her twin's comment and the two of them lock eyes for a moment. In unison, each holds up their paper fans alongside their faces and playfully stick their tongues out at one another for a split second another before returning to their conversations.
”No, that was not a familiar, but my Eilodon, Grak. An eilodon is a being manifested from your very soul! One of the techniques I learned while I was growing up was how to create and bind a part of your very essence with it We call them eilodons, but they really are so much more! I can summon him if you would like, it only takes a moment, although I don’t know how the other guests would react to him.”
"Hmm, fascinating. The standard methods of conjuring creatures hold little interest for me, but willing something into creation straight from one's mind's eye..." her voice trails off as she contemplate the possibilities for a moment. "Now that is an ability that intrigues me."
Alexis waves her hand and apologizes. "Forgive me, I became lost in thought considering the possiblities. You see creating things that do not yet exists, figuring out how to build and construct them... it's a passion of mine. I'd love to see what your eidolon looks like. Perhaps we could step out to the gardens."
With that, Alexis calls out:
Alis just about chokes on an hor'd'ourve when she hears her sister call her 'Lis. After taking a sip of wine, she turns to Felmor and says, "Please excuse me, Alexis needs my help with something, I'll be right back..."
With that she gives Alexis a glance that says, Are you crazy?! And the two go running off to what you realize is a powder room.