Waldemai has joined the Back Pews.

Waldemai slips in quietly and takes a quiet seat in the back.

Viktor arrives at a slow pace, like a man who either is crippled, or has very sore legs. Probably the latter but the end result is the same: Slow old man is slow. He steps in and turns sharply to the right to move along the wall and take up position where he can stand at attention and watch the ceremonies.

Aneka, 3 Iron Guardsmen, Meeka arrive, following Merek.

Aneka, 3 Iron Guardsmen, Meeka leave, following Merek.

Sparte slips in, glancing around the Chapel. Wilhelm and Gene are with him, Gene having that impressed you'd expect of someone seeing the Chapel for the first time. Sparte is quick to take his little entourage to find a place to sit and listen to the proceedings.

Sparte has joined the Back Pews.

3 Armed Confessors, Confessor Dunn, 1 Grayson Guardsmen arrive, following Gareth.

Derovai heads in, dressed in crisp black. His gaze drifs around the chapel, and he raises his brows at all the cushions and finery, picking up one to inspect it as he moves for a seat in the pews. He elects to put himelf nearer the altar than Sparte and Viktor for whatever reason, claiming a location in the central pews and draping himelf there. What, exactly, he's doing here, he doen't say. Perhaps he's come for the free food?

Derovai has joined the Pews.

Silver flourishes adorn the Palace Chapel adding to the warm glow of the high noon sun streaming through the colorful stained glass windows. Standing before the altar is the Palace Seraph, whose aeterna robes shimmer in white with its gold embroidery gleaming. Summer flowers adorn the altar with a silver lantern used by the Knights of Solace and a crystal bloomed flower with a short pillar candle in the middle. Ailith smiles to those gathered.

"Thank you all for coming to High Sun or also known as Silver Day. As we welcome summer, we are reminded by Lagoma that our lives are ever changing. It is a time, which we are in full bloom and when the doors to our neighbors are opened in celebration, where local lords host banquets for their vassals, and many stay the day and night at the Church as guests. Silver Day is a joint feast day of Lagoma and Gild, honoring the season and Gild's aspect of hospitality and sanctuary. It is a time to meet new friends and renew old friendships. It is one of community. As I light this candle in honor of our Goddesses, I ask that we all honor Guest Right and seek out the comforts in our neighbors. In their names, we praise." With that, Ailith lights the candle to the Gilden flower as well as the lantern. The light of the sun strikes the altar, from all thirteen points from the stained glass windows, sending an array of silvery and golden light about the chapel. The Palace Seraph bows her head, giving thanks to Lagoma and Gild, welcoming the audience with a gesture to do the same.


Another new entry to the chamber comes in the form of a lean and lanky Curran. The Grayhope man enters in at a slow stride, his own eyes shifting around to mark the finery in a similar fashion as Derovai's, nodding his head in an impressed fashion before he moves to claim a seat in the same set of pews as Derovai.

Curran has joined the Pews.

Thena, a dark spot amid all the gold and silver and crystal in her black silk robes, bows her head when Ailith does. Her fingers work over a rosary of dark green beads.

Waldemai bows his head, as instructed.

Sparte and those with him follow suit along with Waldemai.

Viktor bows his head deeply as well from where he is in the back of the chapel, closing his eyes to give his thanks to the Gods or specifically Gold and Lagoma.

Ailith stands from the altar, striding down the short stairs toward the audience. "Hospitality. What is that? It is a place of sanctuary, a light in a storm. Across the Compact, lit lanterns and candles are placed in windows to show where any wearied traveler may find respite. Years ago, on the roads leading to this city, bandits had assaulted a family on the road; the small family barely arrived in Arx with nary a coin spared between them, and found the lit lantern in the windows of the House of Solace. It is there by the grace of Gild they were given food, shelter, and comfort. That young mother, Goodwoman Helene, in turn, was able to eventually find employment as a cook, rising to become part of the Palace Kitchen Staff. She never forgot that kindness and each year organizes and prepares the feast before us, ensuring portions are also sent to the House of Solace." Her head bows a little. "Let us never forget that kindness and compassion can grow to full bloom like the flowers were see adorned in the chapel today. That the gifts of Lagoma and Gild bring hope." With a gentle nod, Ailith acknowledges Thena to continue.

Derovai glances sidelong at Curran, tilting his head at him to visibly size him up, before the Seraph is speaking. He looks back towards her, a faint smile shot Thena's way. He still slouches, but he bows his head when instructed. He listens to the story about Helene with a little more interest than he had the talk about Silver Day, and his attention goes towards Thena, chin lifting a little, brows raising.

Serenity, Drysi, a young shaman apprentice, GusGus, the fluffy Whitehold Mountain puppy arrive, following Khanne.


Curran glances toward Derovai as the man sizes him up, one brow lifting and a cocky sort of smirk coming to his features before he chuckles quietly to himself. He is likely about to whisper something to the man, but as the events kick off, he shuts his trap and looks forward to those speaking. He bows his head, one finger toying with a bit of loose thread that holds his leather trousers together.

Sunniva arrives, following Orvyn.

Thena blinks at Ailith, looking perhaps a little bit startled at the hand-off, but she clears her throat quietly and steps forward, hands clasped in front her her. "Gild is the god of charity, prosperity, civilization. And she is also the god of hospitality, because in order to achieve those goals, we must look after each other. We must take care of our own. It is to that end that we offer a feast of fellowship today. Lagoma represents change, but she also represents growth and cycles, growth as people, the cycles of our years together." She's quiet for a moment, then cracks the slightest hint of a smile. "Let's enjoy the feast together."

Zavi arrives, delivering a message to Curran before departing.

Viktor frowns at the story that is told, about bandits assaulting a family. He doesn't look back up at all.

Is it odd to see the shaman in the Palace Chapel? Probably. Has she been here before? Yes. But whether it is a place she frequents or not, Khanne walks in like a riot of meadow flowers blooming; all color from head to toe. She is smiling brightly, but doesn't wish to interrupt the festivities, so she goes about her business quietly. Making her way over to Ailith she touches her hand to the woman's forearm in greeting.


Arriving only slightly less than fashionably late, are the Marquessa and Marquis Harthall. Orvyn is leading the Sunniva, the man dressed in tawny robes and clothing marked with black accents and the stag crowned with coins of the house. A casual glance is given around the room as he pats her arm and then looks to Sunniva, "Well, my dear, I would say that this is the way to the Palace Chapel. So kind of those guards to tell us we should not be in the bedroom wing. They're very succinct and so ready to tell us where not to be. It only took several wrong turns and being told 'Not Here!' to eventually arrive here, but I'd do it again. Did you see the credenza and the candelabra? Quite magnificent along the way. Truly, but yes, I see more people here, I think this is where we are supposed to be, no guards seem to be telling us to leave..." he muses.

Sugared almonds, a light snack, in wooden bowls intermittently are between the various courses of the High Sun feast. Appetizers are brought out of pasties of fine sugar, olives and pickles, hard-boiled eggs with parsley sauce, and marinated leeks in mustard vinaigrette with a side of pottage. The starting wine hails from Seratco, a fine red. There is a choice of Thraxian rum, Grayson ale, and Laurent mead. After a time, the main courses arrive -- a roasted suckling pig served with sauces, raised meat pies, grilled fish fillet with yellow sauce, country sausage of pork and veal with fine herbs and spices, drizzled with gravy, and spinach and fava bean soup as well as assorted summer roasted vegetables.

Ailith flashes a grin to Thena. "Would you like to carve the pig to serve for our guests? I'll arrange pouring the refreshments." At that, the Seraph makes her way about the tables to pour what is requested, pausing only to embrace Khanne. "It is good to see you and I'm glad you made it. Please, find a seat or if you could, encourage the noble couple who entered to join us?"

2 Novice Keaton Huntsmen, The Second arrive, following Margerie.

Derovai looks back towards Curran when Thena concludes the ceremonies -- after giving a half-smile towards the black-clad woman. But his words are for Curran. Well, word, anyway. "Speak," he tells the other man, brows raising slightly, even as he pushes himself to rise for food.

Letting a man lead always means having trouble with directions. Sunniva looks aside to Orvyn with a growing mirth before she leans in to pat his arm and making a soft shhhhh sound as she catches the words offered by Thena. As she gets a few of the room at large and seems to be attempting to find familiar faces. Dressed in a cream colored dress with all its golden and tawny accents is quite the contrast to the man she has entered with. Affording the room at large a smile she will wait for Orvyn to choose their places for them. "It will be a great time to meet others,I do not recognize...wait I recognize one person. " She confides in a hushed whisper.

Wynna has joined the Back Pews.

Waldemai looked like he was paying attention during the sermon, but now he looks like he's interested. "Nothing like roast pig," he says, apropos of nothing.

Olenna, Pellinor arrive, following Alarissa.

"Just because I carry a knife," Thena grouses very softly at Ailith, but with good humor because...well, she does carry a knife. Though she doesn't use that one on the pig, thank the gods. "Khanne, hello!" she says with clear delight as she makes her way to the table, lifting her hand in a wave to Derovai and her cousin before tucking up the trailing sleeves of her robes and getting to work on pig-slicin'.

Viktor finally lifts his chin, finishing his prayers which apparently took some time. Opening his eyes he looks over towards the ceremony and a faint smile curves up the corners of his mouth just a touch, so faint it might almost be missed in his normal grim expression. Finally he moves away from the wall and settles in on a pew in the very back of the chapel to rest his tired legs.

Viktor has joined the Back Pews.

Wynna makes her way inside and promptly finds a seat in the back pews, seemingly content to watch and observe - perhaps she lacks a strong appetite.


Curran returns Thena's wave with a friendly lift and finger twiddle of his own hand before he looks back to Derovai, his brows lifting in a similar fashion to the other man. "Speak?" he repeats with a questioning tone and smile. "Am I a dog to be ordered about so? Should I expect a treat for performing on command?" he asks in an amused tone as he falls into step with the other man toward the tables. "Food looks good," he adds to Derovai before he says, "I'm Curran Grayhope."

"Except perhaps roast boar," Margerie suggests as she hears Waldemai's words in passing. It's a casual comment in passing from one of the folks who's been here, quiet and prayign, during the opening ceremonies. Now she's picking out a spot near Khanne, though there's no immediate push to butt into her conversation with Thena.

Alarissa's making her way into the palace chapel, Astrid on her hip, nanny in tow, a minimal retinue as she slips in to the feast and festival, looking around to see who all had come.

Wynna checked perception at difficulty 15, rolling 5 higher.

"Grayhope?" Derovai replies. "Not the only one." He jabs a shoulder in Thena's general direction. "And a new member of the Academy, if I'm not mistaken?" He gives the slight man a flash of teeth that might pass as a smile, before his gaze drifts. "Ah! It seems we're well represented here." He's spotted Wynna. "A Mistress Wynna Blackwing over there. She's a /real/ Scholar, though. I'm just... around."

Thena checked dexterity + legerdemain at difficulty 15, rolling 11 higher.

"I had to come show my support, didn't I?" Khanne asks to Ailith. She looks about for the noble couple, spotting Sunniva and Orvyn. "Please, do come in and make yourselves comfortable. It looks as if they have quite the feast for everyone! I am Lady Khanne Halfshav. Pleased to meet you." Thena calls out her name and she turns to give the woman a big smile. "Hello, Thena. How are you?"

Wynna pokes her head up from whatever subdued discussion she was having, a quick glance spared out of reflex to Waldemai before Derovai's statement demands her fuller attention. "What's this, a somewhat gracious comment from Master Voss? Perhaps he /is/ decent now and again, in truth." She sketches a smallish, hopefully scholarly bow to whoever Voss was speaking to. Yes, hello, she's indeed quite academic.


Orvyn looks towards the Seraph at her words of plausible greetings for the pair of Harthalls, though he only offers a small smile, waiting to see if Khanne will react to the suggestion and when she does and approach them, he says to her, "Gello and thank you Lady Halfshav, this is my lovely wife the Marquessa Sunniva Harthall, and I am Orvyn," he explains, but then does as the woman suggests. Giving Sunniva's arm a pat in reply to her comment, he turns his head to question her response, "Oh? To whom have you met already? Perhaps we should do some introductions and the like?" he asks of her, his hand resting a moment before he draws Sunniva to the line of people who are mingling about the food. "Ah, well this seems indeed like where we are supposed to be," Orvyn shares, looking over the food, "Do any of these dishes look appetizing to you? Do you think that we could have Chef concoct such things? I do not see anything too exotic. Though I would suggest that we figure out who is in charge here, perhaps we should make some introductions," he nods to her, falling into a space behind Curran and Derovai, He waits till they're about to finish their conversation, then Derovai is calling to the Scholar and Orvyn nods his head, "Ah, a Scholar, another, excellent!" he exclaims.

Felicia had been on duty, and took the time to change out into her off-duty armor before swinging by to the chapel. So she's mostly in black when she steps into the chapel and then to one side to keep the door clear as she scans the room with dark eyes, offering tight smiles to those faces recognized.

Thena turns out to be a reasonable pig carver, and perhaps understandably not very squeamish either. Thick slices of roast pork start to pile onto the platter near her. She waves the carving fork (carefully-ish) in Khanne's direction. "Doing all right, and you? You fit right in with all the flowers."

"Dame Harrow." Alarissa looks toward Felicia as she enters. AStrids grabbing everything within reach, including the bead in Alarissa's hair which pulls Alarissa's head to the side. The look on her face means this seems to be a constant thing these days. "How are you How's the shop?"

Wynna wiggles her fingers in a small wave towards Orvyn. "Well met, my lord, I hope your day is prosperous. If you've need of a scholar, I shall be right here." Not above plugging her own services, it seems, though why should she? They're here to celebrate Gild.

Derovai laughs aloud at Wynna's comments. "Don't tell anyone," he calls over to her. "Wouldn't want to ruin my sterling reputation." He rocks back on his heels, stepping aside, giving Orvyn a motion to converse as well. His attention drifts from her to Sunniva, and he's visibly unfamiliar with both of them. "Harthall," he murmurs. "Like Lord Islin? Met him once or twice."

As the call is given from across the room, Sunniva affords Khanne a warm smile and a curtsy that causes her skirts to pool upon the floor. Rising slowly she looks to Orvyn, grateful for his introduction. "Thank you," she remarks to Khanne warmly, "It is a pleasure," she admits and will follow along with her husband to join the others. She looks back over her shoulder as she makes note of Alarissa and lifts her free hand upwards to greet the Princess before she looks to Curran and Derovai when they speak of academy business. "It seems like you should already have goo connections." Wynna is given a deep nod of her head, "Marquessa Sunniva," she introduces herself before Derovai's question earns a rise of her brow, "Yes our cousin," she offers. "Has he gotten into some form of trouble?" She seems to be absolute serious when asking that.

Curran dips his head in agreement with Derovai, his hands slipping into his pockets at his hips. "Indeed I am. New addition, though I have not yet decided which route that I wish to take through the organization..." he says, a thoughtfulness entering into his tone. He follows the gesture toward Then and he nods his head again. "Yes, Thena is my cousin. She represents the family quite well, if I do say so myself."

Felicia dips her head Alarissa's way with a brief flash of a grin for the child, endeavoring to stiffle the cough she gives,"Well enough. And earnestly I pay little attention to it. It belongs to Cufre, the third oldest, she and Arion mostly work it. I just... make things when time and duty allow." she grins,"What of yourself?"

Viktor stands from the pews and makes his way over to the food that has been offered. He offers a deep if stiff bow to Thena and then to Ailith, "A moving sermon." He offers to the pair, "It reminded me of how I ended up following the path the Gods have laid out before me. The changes, though painful, that were necessary to guide me in the proper direction. Thank you." And he bows his head stiffly again in deep respect before he goes to pick up a little bit of everything on offer to sample it all.

"She's the one you want to talk to," Derovai tells Curran, nodding towards Wynna. "Me, I just... I don't know. I lie around in the Athenaeum and read sometimes. No call to any higher pursuit, I'm afraid." His smile is a little crooked at the admission, and he looks back at Sunniva. "Not yet, but I'll let you know when he does. What sort of trouble do you expect?"

With her eyes crinkling, a smile breaking her calm, Ailith chuckles, peering over her shoulder, and quips to Thena, "If the knife fits." She raises an empty glass to pour mead into while conversing with Khanne, the glass then passed to Khanne. "And I thank you for the show of support, my friend. Goodwoman Helene adores this holiday so we can expect additional courses, more possibly an exotic bird, meat, or fish. Each year she leaves me guessing." The good natured tone carries through when Orvyn and Sunniva approach. "Good day, Marquis and Marquessa Harthall. Thank you for coming. I am Seraph Ailith and our roast carver if Grandmaster Thena. We have a wide and varied spread with dishes to represent all of the Compact. Did you have a preference for refreshment?" Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Alarissa's arrival and waves gently, waiting for the mother and daughter to come in closer. "Ah, and I see Princess-Consort Alarissa and Princess Astrid have joined us along with Dame Felicia of the King's Own, and," she peers a tad toward where Curran, Derovai, Viktor, Sparte, and Wynna sit. "Oh, there's scholar Wynna, Commander Sparte, and a few I haven't caught their names." She flushes. "I should make my rounds."

Viktor has left the Back Pews.

Ailith comments to Viktor when he approaches, "I am glad that you found it so moving and Gild's light was able to guide your path among us. I believe I've seen you about the Rectory?"

Sparte looks like he is about to say something when he is called commander, but just sort of sighs and gives Ailith a defeated smile. Not the time or place for what he wanted to say perhaps.


Orvyn nods his head to Wynna as the woman addresses him, "I do intend to see that every day is prosperous. They tend to be much better that way. A pleasure, and I too have recently submitted my application to the Scholars in this fine city, and paid my entrance fee. Now it is time to begin my own research so as to be accepted further, perhaps you would show me around the Academy, should you have a moment sometime?" Orvyn asks of Wynna, turning his head to look to Derovai as they converse. "Ah, you have met my younger cousin have you?" He looks as though he would say more, but Sunniva has already asked the most important question. Whatever else was to be shared is cut short as Orvyn turns to face Ailith as she approaches, "Ah, thank you Seraph, such a pleasure, and the welcome is well timed. As for our refreshments, I have been in the market for a proper Farhaven Cider, I had heard that the current batch has been quite exquisite."

Sunniva's wave gets one in return from Alarissa, starting to move in toward Ailith as she's greeted. "It goes well. REbuilding, rebuilding, reforging relationships with other houses and new ones. Are you bored? Do I need to find another silly reason to challenge someone so you can joust, or swing a blade?" She offers to the knight with a smile before offerign a kiss to Ailith's cheek. "Indeed, we slipped away. We cannot let the celebration pass. It all looks lovely, you do Gild a great honour."

Wynna bows once more. "It would be an honor, my lord - and possibly a duty, though I've yet to investigate those very closely." Her eyes linger on Ailith briefly at her name being brought up, her head tilting to the side questioning for a beat before her attention drifts back to Sparte at the bench.

Khanne smiles at Sunniva and Orvyn as they settle and start to weave themselves right into the festivities. She turns back to Thena the pig-carver-Queen and says, "thank you! Perce is to blame.. or thank.. or both. I do feel very... light in these colors though. And Dame Morrighan did beautiful work on the gown."

"All sorts, but mostly of the raucous gambling sort," Sunniva says as her voice pitches a little lower. "He has a good heart just a restless soul," she intones with some warmth to Derovai. "I did not catch your name, forgive me." This will be extended to Curran as well as a form of greeting. When Ailith greets them formally she dips her head and bends into a curtsy for the Seraph, "A pleasure to meet you both," she says looking from Ailith to Thena as her smile spread. "Did you require any help with the feast, I would be glad to be of assistance."

Felicia laughs,"If I took too much work from the Champions Guild they might be righteously angry with me." there's a respectful bow of her head for Ailith as she lingers where she is, content to lurk for now.

"Sir Viktor Godsworn." Viktor introduces himself to Ailith with another bow of his head, his quest to sample everything distracted by propriety. "I have only recently arrived in this city but have been making myself familiar with the various holy places, yes." He inclines his head again to Ailith, "Without the grace of Gild I would not be here to do good work." He then bows his head to Thena, "Grandmaster." Before he steps back and away from the now assembling group of nobles and other personages of the peerage to not interrupt their conversations and also to take what food and drink he has managed to acquire back to his pew.

Derovai grins at Sunniva. "He danced last night, if I'm not mistaken," he replies. "Don't worry. He didn't win. Master Voss. He's Curran Grayhope, apparently. Somehow related to the pig-carver over there, but Gods only know how." He perches on the end of the pew, watching the goings-on, before venturing forth for food. "Grandmaster! Better at pig-carving than dancing, I see. I left the money with Sir Bayweather, after Sir Dracone was... unfortunately put out of commission."

Thena actually has the presence of mind to curtsy, and it's graceful if a little bit odd looking. "Sir Viktor, welcome. I heard you had just gotten in recently." The smile she offers him when he speaks about the sermon has shades of melancholy, but she nods. "Our paths are often...unexpected." Then she lets him go fill a plate and grins at Khanne. "Josie won't shut up about her Dame Morrighan dress, but I can see why people favor her work." And yet another curtsy, to Sunniva. "That's a kind offer, but the acolytes and kitchen folk have things well in hand. This is just ceremonial." Another little wave of the carving fork.

Waldemai accepts the plate that gets passed down the line to him. "Thanks," he says.

Thena tacks on, to Derovai, "Not my fault you never bothered to ask if I was any good at it."

2 Novice Keaton Huntsmen, The Second leave, following Margerie.

Wynna continues to quietly converse with Sparte, her eyes occasionally trailing through the room in case anyone was in need of her for whatever reason.

Ailith twirls to glance at the table of refreshments before a disciple approaches with the indicated bottle. "Why thank you, Ismay." Uncorking, she begins to pour two glasses of the cider for the Oathlander couple. To Orvyn and Sunniva, the glasses are presented. "Ever since the Palace Kitchen staff heard of my preference for Oathlands ciders and meads, they have kept a small amount in stock. It is hard not to forget the land of my birth. My Lord, how are you enjoying your time at the Academy? And you could have no better a host than Scholar Wynna. As I have heard from her peers, she's done great works for the Archives. And my Lady," a smile to Sunniva, "oh, we could not have you work. This is for you to enjoy. But if you have suggestions to the d?cor, the touches were recommended by the Whisper House, I'd love to hear them." But now, her full attention is for Alarissa, exchanging a cheek kiss, before opening her arms in a gesture to take Astrid. "I could never be bored with such good company. If we do find ourselves bored, we could host a game to have our guests guess what Khanne, you, and I are saying while we speak only in Marin'alfar," she teases.

Ailith adds with an equal respectful bow to Viktor. "Sir Viktor, I am certain we will see each other more frequently. Are you of the Templars or Knights of Solace?"


Orvyn gives Wynna a polite bow, "That would be most appreciated, thank you," he shares with the woman before the Seraph returns with two cups of cider. He takes them both, having to disengage smoothly from Sunniva first, but then he will be offering her one of the cups, "Here you are, my dear, the lovely Seraph has provided for us," he notes and then turns back to the Seraph to converse, "I am doing well, though I truly have not had a proper opportunity to explore the Academy as of yet. I merely had put in my application and was receieved by the Archscholar. Though I do believe that I shall begin attending it soon," he notes. A small bow of his head he turns to look to Wynna at the Seraph's praise. "Thank you, then it would seem that I have chosen wisely in enlisting her aid."

"Oh that would be an unfair game Seraph. It's so hard a language. Unless we gave them a multiple choice option. Perhaps we save that for another day" Astrid is handed over and the little girl seems utterly thrilled with being in the other womans arms and makes for the prayer beads in a heartbeat. "I am going to go see the Marquessa, get some food. When you tired of her, just send her back. You're welcome to feed her." Alarissa offers her arm to Felicia. "Have you me the Marquessa and Marquise Harthall?"

"I was so sorry to miss the dance off," Khanne says to Thena with a small frown. "I got caught up in some things. I haven't seen Josie's dress, but, I own a few pieces of Morrighan's... and of Joscelin's too... they are both true artists." She looks down at her ring with a smile then turns to Sunniva. "Are you just recently arrived to Arx, Marquessa?" She grins towards Ailith and pats the flask she wears at her hip, yes, even in this gown. "Good thing I travel with my own Northlands Whiskey." She gives the Seraph a playful wink. That is followed by a small laugh at Ailith's idea of a game.

Derovai grins at Thena. "You claimed to be a champion. I took you at your word. Were you /lying/?" Ailith's words earn a raise of his brows, but he's content to just hang where he is, grabbing a plate from Thena, and adding something a little more quietly to her.

"Yes Grandmaster," Viktor says to Thena grimly, those thin lips pressing into a slight frown as his expression turns melancholy as well. "The tale that lead me to this path is not a pleasant one, and certainly not a good conversation for this joyful celebration." He bows again to Thena and then addresses Ailith, "I am sworn to the Templar order of the Faith Militant. Though I am in truth am only a passable knight, I am happy to use my skills at the forge for our righteous cause."

Wynna smiles crookedly. "I'll attempt not to talk your ear off about my research and book, my lord. Purely informative about the Academy, I assure."

Viktor looks at Derovai when he accuses Thena of lying, even in jest, his grim expression turning even more stern.

Sparte talks quietly with Wynna at the back pews. He and those with him seem content to stay out of the focus of the event, just keep their heads down and smile at people occasionally.

"It is lovely, I am only sorry we were late," she intones. Sunniva smiles at Thena and then Ailith before she inclines her head, "Too kind, and I will partake of the evening and let you know if I do," the Marquessa promises before she looks to Orvyn and reaches aside to touch his arm before he pulls away. Taking the cider, she ships at it, "Lovely," she remarks and does not quickly take another instead moves forward to draw in the scents of the food. Glancing up at Khanne she gives a nod of her head, "A week or so, we are spending our days putting the Keep to rights, the Princess Alarissa was kind enough to aid us in a new fountain in honor of Gild and Mangata. The Baroness Skye did such a lovely job." she says, "We hope to open the doors to the Compact in celebration of its renewal."

Felicia gives Ailith a wry smile for the sudden acquisition of child, blinking slowly at the arm offered her way before electing to dip her head and accept the offered arm,"Not as yet, though I've heard the name a lot recently. I've been a little busy of late." she snags herself a drink as she passes the table,"What of your tea cart? Did anyone come forward with it finally?"

Thena puts to fork /down/ this time before waving a hand airily to Khanne and burbling a laugh. "I understand. Maybe the next one." She then turns over-wide innocent dark eyes on Derovai and rests a hand on her collarbone. "I told you I had won every dance contest I'd been in which is completely true." Noting Viktor's reaction, she offers a perk of a smile. "Don't worry about Master Voss. He likes trying to wind me up."

"Oh, it would seem it was left behind the day of the joust. It was delivered carefully, all contents intact by Master Wild. Safe and sound." On her way to Sunniva and Orvyn though, Alarissa stops where the pig is being carved and tended to, a dip of her head to everyone there. "Dame Grayhope. What's good to nibble on?" Eyes flick to Derovai, Viktor and then back to Thena.

"Well, welcome to the city," Khanne says with an easy smile to Sunniva. She may not be the type to curtsy and such, but she does tend to be welcoming and kind. Looking towards Alarissa with that smile, she says, "oh yes. I think I heard mention of that... Quite a nice gift. I should stop by and see it sometime." Her gaze shifts back to Sunniva. "That is, if you would allow." Nodding towards Thena, she confirms, "yes.. the next one for certain. As long as I don't have to dance. Please don't make me dance."

Derovai murmurs something to Thena before he looks back up towards Viktor. "Master Voss doesn't /try/ to wind up Dame Thena," he tells Viktor. "He /does/ wind up Dame Thena. In fact, he also believes Dame Thena finds it rather entertaining, and he has every confidence Dame Thena would tell him herself if it were not so. Isn't that right, Grandmaster?" he wonders, cutting a bite of food.

"As you say, Grandmaster." Viktor says with a nod of his head respectfully to Thena and then he finally does turn and make his way from that gathering, all the way to the back of the Chapen so he can find a place to sit by himself and eat his portion of the feast in silence. His expression remains unchanging even as he eats what he managed to acquire from the feast tables, and take sips from his water.

Ailith pulls the child-proof prayer beads from her pocket to present to Astrid, resting the young Thraxian heir upon her hip. "And what have you to say, young Princess? Still full of smiles and babble from this morning, I hope?" Chuckling, she gently bounces Astrid and answers Alarissa, a wink added. "Multiple choice, what a wise decision. We could plan an evening of such amusements. It could also serve as a language lesson. What do you think, Khanne?" The last is quip with a half-turn toward the Halfshav. "An interesting game, hm?" Wry, she moves along to ask of Viktor, "Have you met the Knight Marshall, yet? He would be pleased to hear one of the Templar smiths arrived. What parish were you previously assigned, may I ask?"

Wynna glances up from her discussion with Sparte, smiling over encouragingly towards Thena.

"You would be more than welcome, the Princess was rather gracious and I we are immensely grateful for the welcoming gift," she says as she glances aside to Alarissa as the Princess pauses to get some food. Bemusement reaches her gaze as Derovai and Thena interact, a bit of teeth showing as her lips part. She sips at her drink and looks to Viktor marking him for not being known, "Lady Halfshav you must visit, I will have tea and some food brought out. I enjoy having guests over," she admits. "It just means that we need to finish the courtyard fully before my husband worries about what others will think of the cracking plaster," she teases him with a light touch of her hand to his shoulder. Eyes follow Viktor a moment, giving him a nod of her head before noting Felicia. "A good ay, I am Marquessa Sunniva Harthall and my husband, Marquis Orvyn Harthall."

Thena just rolls her eyes at Derovai and says amiably, "Yes, this is me all wound up," before chortling at Khanne. "No, spectators are welcome. You did miss me falling on my ass. And Sir Daemon...gods, I don't even know what Sir Daemon was doing, but it was impressive. Oh, hmm..." looking over the spread at Alarissa's query. "I rather like the leeks."

Felicia ahhs,"Good, I'd seen the notices, but I had to go prepare to leave and I didn't note where it ended up." she notes for Alarissa apologetically before giving Sunniva and Orvyn a polite half-bow,"A pleasure, Marquessa, Marquis. I believe you already know the Princess-Consort Alarissa Thrax. I am Dame Felicia Harrow of the King's Own." she introduces herself, for all that the black leather and rubicund hardly count as typical armor for those knights.

Derovai checked composure at difficulty 7, rolling 18 higher.

Derovai grins at something Thena says, nodding at her, his lips pressing down on whatever reply would otherwise have come forth. He looks over where Felicia is making introductions of her own, before cutting another bite of food and adding something quietly to the Grandmaster. "I think Sir Daemon was... fording the Bay of Thrax? Or so I heard it called after the event. I'm not sure if it was a euphemism, though."

Viktor bows his head politely to Sunniva as he makes his way away, and answers Ailith's question before he makes his escape, "I am recently arrived from Sanctum. I am still settling in and have yet to meet the Knight Marshall formally. If you will excuse me." Another bow, to Ailith this time, then he does get to eat, and eventually make his escape.

Khanne nods her head to Sunniva. "Thank you, Marquessa. I will take you up on that one day." Walking towards Ailith then she says, "will you forgive me if I take my leave? I have someone to meet with, but wanted to enjoy at least a moment..."

Gia the peregrine falcon, 3 Rubino and Zaffria guards, Rary the Lycene beauty arrive, following Grazia.

Garibaldi, the Lycene swordbearer, Grazia arrive, following Theron.

"Leeks." Alarissa looks at them. "Thank you for the suggestions." She's picking up a plate, carefully putting a small amound of that pork on her plate. Very little goes on her plate actually. But then she's off with Felicia to actually make their way to Sunniva. "Marquessa. How are you? have you met the Dame Harrow?" Offers of kisses to cheeks, and then for Khanne as well. "Lovely as always Lady Khanne."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Sunniva before departing.

Theron Mazetti, the Sword of Ostria and Duchess Grazia Rubino are arm in arm as they enter the Palace Chapel. He's quietly reverent, taking care to pull a chair for the Duchess and then one for himself, bowing towards all and sundry royalty before settling down.


Curran looks up for where he had been busy eating, then moves to re-engage with the crowd. He heads to join Derovai and Thena, offering the latter a smile before he dips his head gracefully. "Cousin," he says toward Thena. "I hope that you are doing well. It seems that big things have come your way! I'm proud."

Wynna pats Sparte on the shoulder.

The gumming by Astrid on the prayer beads produces baby drool; Ailith is quick with a cloth to dab at the heir's cheeks, subconsciously responding to the child's needs while attentively listening and conversing. Using a free hand, propping Astrid with one hand to her hip, she moves in close to kiss at Khanne's cheek. "The doors are open through the night. I'll be sleeping here to welcome the musicians from the road. Grandmaster Thena was kind enough to invite all the Knights of Solace from the surrounding regions. We expect many an entertainer in their company." There's a soft ah in hearing Viktor and she nods, giving the Templar a moment alone when an escape seems wanted. "Until the next time, Sir Viktor." With a wry smile, she approaches Sparte. "Officer, I hope you find the food to your liking. I was wondering, did you come with one of your amusing stories or antidotes?"

"I told him to skip drills for a couple of days if he needed to. Pretty sure he didn't though," Thena notes to Derovai, then murmurs something to him before Curran approaches. "Curran Grayhope, as I live and breathe! How long have you been back?" She glances down at herself and smoothes the skirts of her black silk gown. "Yeah, well, some shit happened. But thank you."

Derovai laughs at whatever Thena says -- a bright, pealing laugh, outright amused. "I wasn't, no," he responds to her murmur, his grin broadening a bit -- and then he nods at Curran as he approaches. "Master Grayhope. Cousins? How?" he wonders, pointing his fork casually between Thena and Curran. He continues eating, listening, his smile lessening just a touch, and then moves to perch against the table.

Sparte straights up from the conversation with Wynna, giving the Scholar a nod of understanding before rising to greet Ailith properly. "Sorry I havn't partaken, I've got a bit of nerves because of some messengers I handled earlier this evening. Good things, just full up on butterflies." Sparte glances around. "I do have some stories that might be appropriate to share but I gather I've been a little to prominent in the whites due to recent events. I'm inclined towards solemn modesty tonight."

Khanne stops and smiles at Alarissa. "Thank you, Rissa. I am sorry I cannot stay, but we will speak again very soon, I am sure." She returns the small peck to Ailith's cheek and says, "the feast is lovely, and I shall hope to return later." She then parts ways, walking towards the exit, raising her hand to wave towards Thena and anyone else she knows before she parts.

Serenity, Drysi, a young shaman apprentice, GusGus, the fluffy Whitehold Mountain puppy leave, following Khanne.

Wynna rises from the pew and heads over to where Thena and the others are, a bow of her head following to those drifting around her. "You've come an awful long way."


Curran offers an understanding nod toward Thena before he says, "Around... a month, now? I made it back around just as the last of the fighting was ending." His eyes shift to Derovai as he inquires about he and Thena, considering for a moment before he says, "I suppose that my father and Thena's mother were siblings, right? Imelda and Manny."

Breaking away from Orvyn as he converses, Sunniva moves closer to those near the fabled food carver. She picks up a plate and with care manages to hold her wine glass as well in the same hand. Items are plucked up and put on her plate before she extends it out in Thena's direction. "If you would not mind, please," she expresses, listening to the conversation that carries on with a tilt of her head. Honey brown eyes are keen as they move amongst the others, listening to that which is shared. "Thank you," she remarks warmly and then regards Felicia, "Dame Harrow, it is a pleasure," she remarks a bit belatedly, "I am likely to forget a few names after this evening," she admits. Eyes track the room at large as she takes a bite of food from her plate and places it in her mouth. "Mmmm rather good," she expresses of the food. "Harthall Keep has been looking for a proper cook."

Grazia settles in the chair that Theron draws for her, folding her hands in her lap neatly. Her posture is excellent if possibly a bit stiff: spine straight, shoulders back, head proud. She is fairly silent, watching the goings-on with a measure of interest.

Thena taps her temple lightly at Derovai's reaction, then laughs. "Why's it weird that I'm related to people? I'm related to a /lot/ of people. Yeah, Manny was my uncle." She makes a little face at her bona fide verified cousin. "A whole month? Blast, I need to stop by the Murder more often. Oh. Celeste, can you please get that?" An acolyte of the Solace steps in the fill up Sunniva's plate.

"When the nerves overcome our joy of the experience, then we simply must do something to settle those butterflies. How about having one of the baked fig-stuffed apples or fig pastries with mead dipping sauce? Or," Ailith sweeps a bowl from the table to offer to Sparte, "sugared almonds?" She grins. "I have enjoyed your stories in the white journals. Has Scholar Wynna express interest in compiling them into a single novel with historical references? I find many of your stories do hint at them."

Waldemai finishes up his pork, savoring every succulent bite. "Thanks very much and I hope everyone has a good season," he offers before heading back toward the city center.

Waldemai has left the Back Pews.

"You do, Thena," Derovai is quick to agree. "I room there, after all." His tone reaches juuust to the point of lasciviousness, but it's also too dry to be realistic. He's clearly kidding. And then he looks back towards Curran, tilting his head. "But then if her /mother/ was related to your /father/, she wouldn't be a Grayhope, would she? I mean, assuming common rules apply; I know silks are different." Chew, chew, swallow.

While also quiet, Theron is making his orders quietly of the servants, pointing to Grazia's plate as well as his own, nodding slowly. Apparently he's going with Grayson ale for a drink, though, as far as anyone can tell.

Wynna blinks rapidly, owlish. "Whose stories?"

Ailith breaks away briefly, balancing Astrid on a hip, to move toward the new arrivals. The Palace Seraph respectfully bows to Theron and Grazia. "Welcome, please enjoy our feast and the company gathered. We have many varied conversations. Are you familiar with the Marquis and Marquessa of Harthall? Duchess Grazia, I believe Fair Harbour may find similarities with Harthall in regards to mining. Or that is what I had heard in the Courts recently."

Felicia grins wryly,"That's okay, most people only see me in my full plate standing behind his Majesty, or out on the sparring fields, I don't often make it to things like this, admittedly." she hasn't gotten in to the food yet, though she does sip her cider for now with a grin,"The Palace cooks are... well, exceptional, of course. Though I'm afraid I wouldn't know someone to suggest to you." she's little qualms in contributing,"Mostly I eat at the Crownguard, which, well... barracks food."

Thena tosses a cheerful little nose crinkle at Wynna's comment, and notes quietly, "This is the path the gods set me on." She then looks from Derovai to Curran and offers a shrug. "Well, we're cousins. That's how it is. And Mags is my cousin, and Asher, and Aureth and Fortunato and Mayir." The Grayhope family tree is probably at least as tricky as a noble house.


Curran's eyes shift from Thena to Derovai and back again, one brow lifting slowly in consideration of the two before he shrugs his shoulders and says, "Yes, cousin. I would enjoy it if you came to visit more often... or else I'll have to come and class up your hangout spots." His tone of voice and grin leads one to believe he's joking, but the way he reaches his hands up to pop the collar of his shirt almost makes him seem serious. At Derovai's question, Curran frowns in consideration before he says, "I'm not the guardian of the family tree. I just know that's how it worked. Maybe her mother just wanted to stay a Grayhope because we're so downright nice to be around."

"Thank you, Seraph," Grazia replies pleasantly as she is brought a plate of fine and delicious foods, nodding politely, though she doesn't really smile. "It seems like a lovely gathering. I do not believe I have met the leadership of Harthall, but I'd be delighted to be introduced."

Sparte accepts the almond bowl. He picks one up, looking at it before giving Ailith a small smile and popping it in his mouth. The chewing is a bit mechanical, not really eating for pleasure so much as politeness. He swallows before responding. "I'm not a very good historian, Scholar Wynna is an expert. I just like stories, is all. When they dip into history that is something of a happy accident." Sparte watches as Ailith slips off, going to set down the bowl. He walks past Wynna and says something to her in passing before attempting to slip out of the social gathering to the safety of the not a social gathering beyond.

Hearing the surname of her house, Sunniva turns her attention towards Ailith and those she speaks to. She looks to those she stands near and gives a slight bob as she crosses the distance as though summoned. The cream and gold severely cut Oathlands dress carries with it a slight train as she affords Theron and Grazia a warm turn of her lips, "Good evening, I am Marquessa Sunniva Harthall.." she motions to the man conversing elsewhere, "That is my husband Marquis Orvyn Harthall, it is a pleasure to meet you. Thank you Seraph."

Wynna nods back to Sparte.

Derovai shakes his head at Thena bemusedly, but he keeps eating, calling to Wynna, "Sparte's book, I think. Sparte is a fellow who writes a lot of books and poems and Gods know what else." He finishes his food, setting it down, adding something dryly to Thena, still seeming content to keep her company at present. Either that or she's stuck with him.

Wynna clicks her tongue. "Ah. That would require him to wish for me to do it, methinks." She doesn't /quite/ say this in a derogatory way, more of an understanding one that perhaps Sparte wouldn't fancy such a thing.

Sparte has left the Back Pews.

Wilhelm the Iron Messenger, Gene Erique, Guardsman leave, following Sparte.

"Theron Mazetti, the Sword of Ostria, relative to the Marquessa Cambria Mazetti," the Ostrian states to Sunniva with a polite nod of his head, affording her a bright smile, also. "And this is Duchess Grazia Rubino, of Gemecitta," he goes on to add, with a nod towards the married couple. "A pleasure to meet you, my Lord, my Lady."

"Ah, my mistake. I thought Harthall was your holding. It is Fair Harbor, yes?" Grazia replies to Sunniva, looking the woman over thoughtfully. "Allow me to introduce my con-- my companion, Lord Theron Mazetti. I am Duchess Grazia Rubino of Gemecitta. Perhaps you've heard of Gemecittan quartz? We provide much in the way of granite and marble to the noble houses. So nice to meet you, Marquessa Sunniva and Marquis Orvyn. Do tell me about your mines."

Derovai grins at Wynna. "Oh, I think Officer Fatchforth might be, ah, trying to keep a low profile at present, what with that prank that he wrote about. Ask him when he's not shilling his services all over the city." His attention shifts to the nobles' conversation for a second, a quiet little laugh about something, a gloved hand moving to scratch idly at his jaw.

Ailith smiles warmly as introductions as passed around and she is able to step away to lean a little toward Thena, murmuring into her ear. In following, she nods to Derovai and Curran. "Good evening. I hope you're enjoying the fine spread. I cannot claim the honey bread is as good as Blessed Aleksei's mother's, but it is fairly close." Astrid starts making bubbles as she gums at the beads, lifting her hand in a hello or farewell or merely stretching her fingers. Ailith chuckles and gives the child a kiss on the cheek, murmuring to her salt child, pointing out what each sigil the girl gnaws on means.

Thena stage-whispers to Curran, "I have an /office/," before semi-jumping in to the topic of the departed guardsman. "Oh, his Meditations?" Derovai she seems content to leave where he is for entertaining commentary.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Thena before departing.

"Lord Theron, Duchess, a pleasure to meet you. I have been saying that rather a lot lately being the newer faces." Sunniva dips her head graciously to each her drink and plate held for the moment as she nods her head, "Aye, Fair Harbour is the seat of Harthall's power. Quite lovely but the rocky coast provides for wonderful deep mines that we are pulling semiprecious metal from rather regularly. Not a vein has dried up, yet, but there will come that time as all things do. Marble..marble would be lovely in our keep," she says warmly.

Wynna hums quietly. "I should keep up on the Whites some time, I seldom poke through them, to be frank."

Derovai smiles towards Ailith. It's a little muted. "Very nice," he replies. "Who's the kid?" A gloved thumb jabs at Astrid. And then he looks towards Wynna, remarking, "I read them avidly, no matter how dull they might seem at any given time. It's pretty interesting what you can find."

Ailith dips her head at Thena, announcing, "If you change your mind." The question by Derovai draws her attention while she bounces Astrid once more to a comfortable hip position. "Princess Astrid Thrax, heir to Maelstrom, please meet Master Voss, who apparently has adopted a very inquisitive approach to life -- question everything. Be prepared with your answers." Astrid gurgles and shakes her fist, exposing the bump of a second tooth starting to sprout. Then she starts back to gnaw and gum her way through the entire pantheon of beads. "Master Voss, this is my salt child, Princess Astrid. She is learning about the pantheon more today." She giggles then hears Wynna. "We could poke through them tomorrow before we sit down to discuss your request. I apologize for not getting back with you sooner. I had to attend to certain matters with the Crown, Faith, and coordinate the memorial and holiday. I hope you'll forgive me."

Wynna bows her head at once. "You're a busy woman, Seraph, I shan't hold a single grudge. Thank you for humoring a scholar's whims on the matter."

"Likewise a pleasure to meet you, Marquessa Sunniva," Theron smiles over to the Harthall, nodding at her words and considering them for a moment. "Well, marble is Gemecitta's specialty. If you need silks, then Ostria can certainly provide -- but I'd suggest you speak to my lieges as I've been dutifully informed that I do not speak on behalf of the House." He winks to her, apparently finding those words amusing in some degree. "More seriously, I do know a collective of Ostrian weavers who'd be happy to export."

"There will be a test at the end of the night, Princess Astrid. I assure you it won't be in Marin'alfar," Derovai remarks easily, but surprisingly warmly, to the tiny heir, before adding, "And what, exactly, has she learned today, Seraph? What does a toddler get from something such as this? Surely you can't imagine she can tell one holiday from another at present, so what is the point of showing her round?"

Derovai catches a murmur from Thena then, the warmth drifting away from him for a second or two before it resurfaces. "Later," he tells Thena, a bit offhandedly.

Wynna looks around quickly, smiling faintly. "I do think Sparte is waiting on me, though - all of you enjoy your evening, mhm?"

"We may be in need of both, Lord Theron. Silk would be lovely for the curtains and a few more light dresses. The wind coming off the seaside keeps out temperatures on the island lower so there is normally not a need for lightweight clothing though I feel as if I will need to prepare for that in such a bustling city," she remarks easily, slipping in to talk of trade rather easily. "Wait..Mazetti, Marquis Hadrian...?" She hazards a moment, complete recognition showing upon her face.

"Do let me know if you have an idea for a mosaic made of marble, as we have a variety of different colors and grades of marble," Grazia offers smoothly to Sunniva, making a little gesturing motion with one hand. "And yes. The Marquis-Consort of Ostria is Hadrian Mazetti."

Ailith inclines her head to Wynna. "And you as well, Scholar. Until we meet for our discussion. And thank you for coming." With a slight turn toward Derovai, she says, "Because Princess-Consort Alarissa believes it to be necessary as do I. It gives Princess Astrid a familiar sense with the chapel and holidays, the peaceful feeling being present. While she will not remember faces or what I am saying to her, she will remember the emotion. And besides, why cannot her salt parent enjoy time with her salt child?"

Thena seems to be sort of juking around Derovai to put him between her and the baby princess. Her dark eyebrows lift a little at his comment, then she says, "I'm afraid I need to head out. Expecting to get called into a meeting soon." She aims a little mock-punch at Curran's shoulder before slipping out of the Chapel.

"That would be my cousin Cambria's husband, yes," Theron states to Sunniva with a faint smile.

"Do write to me, Seraph - I eagerly await our meeting." Then, much like Thena, she's making her way out.

Wynna bumps into Rinel on the way out and drags her along.

Wynna has left the Back Pews.

Rinel blinks and is dragged out, blinking in mild confusion.

"Ahh well we have met. I am aiding him with the Refugee organization to get them a transport vessel," she expresses and smile warmly. "I will speak to him of silks then and that is a lovely idea, a mosaic. I wonder do you have anything in blues? Perhaps waves across the white marble we had planned on in the ballroom, that would be lovely," she expresses in thought distantly before she focuses on them once more. "We MUST have you both over soon, it seems my guest list is growing rather rapidly."


Curran is totally looking somewhere else when Thena punches him in the shoulder, and her mock punch has more of an effect on him than it should as he stumbles slightly to the side. He looks after her with a furrowed brow before he crosses his arms over his chest and says to anyone listening, "She's lucky she's such a big deal now. I'd hate to have to embarrass her in front of all of you..."

Derovai smiles at Ailith's words, something approving in the expression. "Indeed," he responds easily to the woman. "An obvious question, though. Be interesting if someone were to really research how much one remembers from when they're little? What was your first memory?" he asks the Seraph, blue eyes glinting at her, curiosity writ large in his tone. And then when Curran looks back, he drawls, "Go on; force yourself to. Embarrass her."

Alarissa had to step to the side, deal with messengers that just can't wait. But she's moving back, regarding who is all in what coversations and making for Ailith. "Master Voss, how are you?" Gestures to Ailith so that she can take her daughter again.

Ailith espies Alarissa, a certain expression passing across her eyes, before returning her sights to Derovai. "Endless love. Deep and everlasting. That is my first memory." With a gentle lift, she raises Astrid over to Alarissa, permitting the young one to bring the prayer beads, too. "And what was yours, Master Voss?"


Eyes widening slightly, Curran looks toward Derovai and there is the odd sort of movement about the corners of his mouth as he hides a smile. He sniffs and purses his lips before he shakes his head and says, "Nah. Wouldn't be proper." Because he is the epitome of proper, after all. He falls silent as Alarissa moves past, offering the woman a nod of greeting.

"Ah, Princess-Consort of Thrax. Doing very well indeed, I assure you," Derovai drawls. He smiles quickly at Ailith, but seems to consider her question quite seriously, still leaning against the table where the food is. His hands steeple on his chin thoughtfully. "Being told I'd never amount to anything by some noble or other passing me in the street. I must have been... three or four at the time. And then watching as the noble proceeded to trip over his own shoes and nearly fall as he went into the shops. Never found out which house."

"Such a shame that is your first memory. I find that first memories set the tone for how you approach and see life. They are what you remember." Alarissa takes her daughter, the 9 month old more active, white silk dress with embroidered lambs bouncing around the hem. "I hope when you have children, that you'll help them to have one far more enjoyable. But then, anyone who tells someone that they will not amount ot anything is likely not someone you want to associate with." A kiss pressed to the forehead of her daughter. "Dearest Seraph, I should get her home, and I have things I need to deal with that do not care for festivals and such. Tea again soon. Master Voss, shall I tell his Grace you give your regards?"

Curran's nod is noticed and Alarissa dips her head to the stranger.

Ailith warmly calms when Alarissa nears, but manages to attentively paid heed to Derovai. The knit between her brows deepens the longer he speaks. "It is a troubling memory to carry. One of my earlier ones was starving and seeing my Baron and his family eat. Not all are that way. Have you learned what was said wasn't true?" What Alarissa adds is nodded to in agreement. "The hour is late so I quite understand. Hopefully, Lilybelle is sound asleep as not rouse Astrid." Cause certainly walks lull babies to sleep. Right? Right? And an off-comment to Curran, she says, "If you did so in public, Grandmaster Thena would . . . well, she does carry a knife. In a more private setting, she may be more forgiving."

"I would accept that invite very much," Theron states to Sunniva with a bright smile, though he inclines his head regarding Hadrian's refugee organization. "Ah, yes, well, he would be a good person to speak with about silks and other provisions, yes. I only represent a small part of those merchants in Ostria that are affiliated with the Silver Consortium by my sponsorship."

"Thank you. I'm sure it would be lovely to visit," Grazia offers without much emotion, but then, she does not seem like a terribly emotional woman. She glances thoughtfully to Theron before looking back to Sunniva. "Or perhaps you might be interested in attending my brother's wedding to Prince Silvio Velenosa. It's going to be quite the soiree. I expect most of Arx to attend, really."

"I'm not having children," Derovai assures Alarissa. "The world is safe from my raising and being responsible for anyone besides myself." He shrugs to her final question. "If you want to," he remarks, before turning his attention back towards Ailith, quirking his lips up in a somewhat-there smile. "I don't know, Seraph. I have been reliably informed by many that it is still true. Surely you aren't suggesting otherwise," he replies quietly.

"In all things it is good to know the many faces of a house and not just the main," Sunniva intones as she inclines her head to Lord Theron before her eyes study Grazia, "What a lovely offer," she says and nods, "We would be glad of the invitation. What an occasion to celebrate." She shifts her plate to her hand with her glass and plucks another piece of food, a small morsel she can easily and quickly swallow as she notes Alarissa's departure, "Princess, my best and please do stop by when you want to get away from your duties. Do bring your daughter," she offers, her smile softening as she studie Astrid and offers a curtsy with a pooling of skirts before she rises. "If only my husband were here to discuss trade pacts. He has the full breadth of what is available in numbers. But tell me when is this wedding?"

The corner of her mouth twitches as Ailith assesses Derovai. "By Skald, we are gifted with choice. These present opportunities and paths to explore. If presently more believe you amount to nothing does not prevent the future from changing. Lagoma shows this possibility by the changing of the seasons or as well emotionally cycle from sorrow to joy. Naturally, I would suggest otherwise if you wish to embrace a new path. And those are fine reasons not to have a child. What pursuits have you been exploring more recently, Master Voss?"

"Oh, not for awhile yet," Grazia replies with a little shake of her head. "But when it happens, we'll be sure to give out fancy favors and the like. We just need time to prepare such things, and the gentlemen in question are somewhat indecisive regarding exactly what they want. Especially when it comes to what is apparently going to be the wedding of the century. Or so I'm told."

'I will Marquessa." Alarissa calls out. "Send word when you wish a visit!" There's just a smile for Derovai, no further comment but blue eyes watch him closely before she's easing off with astrid to gather her retinue and head back to Thrax

Alarissa is overheard praising Ailith for: For a wonderful event

Alarissa is overheard praising Thena for: For slicing and dicing

Sunniva is overheard praising Ailith for: For being a gracious hostess.

Derovai shrugs at Ailith's words. "I don't know. Come what may, I'll be the same person in a year's time as I am today, regardless of whatever changes around me. Lagoma may make changes, but not..." He places a gloved hand on the center of his leather armor. "... in here. That doesn't change. That never changes. But then again, I've said time and again I'm a man of constancy." He looks up towards Alarissa, offering her a polite little smile at her scrutiny of him, before he turns his attention back to Ailith. "I joined the Society of Explorers."

"What lies in your heart may for it is shaped by experiences. Subtly, over time, it can be like a tiny seed blossomed to a flower or tree. I am afraid you cannot change my mind on that, Master Voss. I've witnessed it enough how the power of Faith, the strength of our oaths and vows, and the grace of our Gods' gifts can light our paths, bring change. Not to say tomorrow that you'll be skipping down the streets tossing coin to every stranger and handing out candied treats," Ailith chuckles before alighting, eyes widening, "Oh! That is extraordinary. Congratulations. Lou is a fair, if not tough, leader. She expects the most out of everyone. That you passed says much. Did I hear correctly there is an expedition headed to Darkwater Reach and another to the Spire?"

Curran has left the Pews.

"Of the century, then we certainly can not miss it. Should you need aid or anything that Harthall can provide do not hesitate to ask," Sunniva offers Grazia before she plucks another piece of food from her plate and chews it. Eyes move then to the mention fo Darkwater and other adventures, brows furrowing before she shakes her head and renews her smile. "I should go see to my husband. I will end an invite for when the manor is ready to receive visitors and we will be glad to have you both," she adds for theron before she dips into a curtsy and moves to return to Orvyn and finish her food off.