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*Note from Emilia: The following is compiled from logs submitted by Lorcan, Dar, and Elriya and edited to preserve alt privacy

STARTING THE FESTIVITIES

Foyer

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The Foyer of Coghill Manor is a large room, dominated by twin staircases

which come together in the center to lead to the upper level of the house.

Between the staircases, an arch leads into a narrow, central corridor. To

the west, another arch leads into the Great Hall, and to the east, its twin

leads into the formal Parlor. Each arch is flanked by candle sconces.

To the south, a beautifully carved wood door leads out onto the front porch.

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You can go: Corridor <N>, Parlor <E>, Great Hall <W>, Front Porch <S>, Upper

Foyer <U>

Shar gives Chosette a polite nod.

Dalia comes softly and quietly to the entrance of the foyer. She smiles to the other servant girl, then looks back over her shoulder for a glance of her mistress.

Elriya turns to curtsey to her husband in return. "Thank you, my lord. I believe that our guests are very nearly finished gathering."



Lorcan turns to move into the Great Hall just as he catches Chosette's smile. He returns a polite nod to her.

Dalia sees her Mistress and follows her into the foyer, curtseying to her Lord and Lady. And as well to Lord Shar and Lady Elriya.

Priya walks into the foyer, holding her three-year-old son's hand and holding the arm of Lord Ast. When they come upon Lord Shar and Lady Elriya, Priya curtseys while Ast and Hart bow appropriately.

Astera enters behind Priya with her husband. She curtseys to the gathered nobles.

Chosette smiles as she sees the nobles, and gives a special smile to the young Lord Hart. after curtseying she moves over near Dalia and says to her quietly, "If it's alright with your mistress I'd love to have you sit near me."

Shar bows to the Lady Astera and to Lady Priya and her family. He also greets his daughter with a warm smile and a grasped hand.

Shar mumbles "You ... ... beautiful, my ...", to Priya.

Priya releases her husband's arm and gently squeezes her father's hand in return. She smiles warmly to him as well.

Priya mumbles "... ... father. I am ... happy to see you again. You and ... ... both ... ...", to Shar.

Shar releases her hand and nods in thanks.

Elriya curtsies to her family, smiling warmly, as they assemble at the foot of the stairs. She greets each of them by name, inviting them to join the festivities in the Great Hall.

Priya takes her husband's arm once more. At Elriya's invitation, Ast leads Priya and Hart into the Great Hall.

Priya walks through the arch into the Great Hall.

Aderyn timidly walks in the door, all done up in her finest outfit, hoping to not embarrass herself terribly by tripping over the doormat or something. That'd be like her. She curtsies slightly as she enters, not knowing if she should or not... but it can't hurt, right? Her eyes scan the room for anyone she knows and she offers a smile up at Chosette.

Chosette moves toward the great hall but stops upon seeing Aderyn, she goes over toward her and suggests that they go into the great hall, turning to Dalia she says, "And won't you come too?"

*> Dalia timidly smiles at Chosette and nods.

MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE IN THE MANOR:

Western Solar(#19730R/AJM)

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The Western Solar is a fairly austere chamber. There have, perhaps, been so

many occupants over the centuries that it has failed to take on the

personality of any one in particular. This being said, the heavy, forest-

green drapes framing the dormer windows and the ornate oak four-poster bed

reflect a masculine taste. Next to the window, where the maximum amount of

light can penetrate, is an escritoire, stocked with writing supplies. The

myriad carvings of different types of fish on it match those on the solid

wardrobe, suggesting that they are a set. There are no paintings hung in this

room, possibly because the ceiling itself is a mural, depicting a summer sky

overhead. A single, comfortable chair by the hearth sits beside a small

table neatly stacked with books.

If the wooden door is open, the gallery beyond, with its line of portraits,

can be glimpsed.

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You can go: Guest Gallery <N>

Honour adds the finishing touches to her ensemble, tucking the last strands of her hair into her hairnet and fastening it into place.

Dar straightens his tunic and fastens the last closure, ensuring that everything about his appearance is precise. As he reaches for his scabbard, more ornamental than functional on this occasion, his features could be carved from marble. He glances toward his wife with approval. "You look--" He struggles over the precise word, surprisingly for him, and settles finally on, "quite well, my lady."

Honour smiles at him, her demeanor quiet as it has been growing that way in the past hour. "Thank you, Dar. You look very fine tonight." She steps towards him and lifts her hands to gently straighten his tunic at the shoulders a speck. "I love this color on you."

Dar smiles a bit at this, more because it is expected than from genuine emotion, his own nerves being perhaps too much to allow for anything more. His eyebrows do raise a notch, however, at her mention of a color preference. "Indeed? I--" Some shadow of amusement at whatever thought crosses his mind is briefly visible, but he does not elaborate.

Honour cants her head slightly at him. "What amuses you so?"

Dar replies, seeming pleased that she has read his humor rightly, "It is a standing jest between us that I play the blue-backed diplomat to my cousin Tyren's red-chested philosopher. We--tend to communicate best in metaphor. Leave it to us not just to attribute our clothing choices to the respective colors of our houses."

Honour chuckles approvingly. "It suits you both, really."

Dar takes his wife's hands in his for a moment. "Are you prepared for this, my lady? I fear that the eyes of Coghill will be upon us both from the moment we step outside this chamber. I--suppose now is an appropriate moment to ask if you dance--"

Honour gives his hands a reassuring squeeze. "Lady Elriya has taken great pains with me. I can hold my own and sometimes look quite good doing it." She teases.

Dar replies modestly, "I suppose that my dancing master will extend his personal thanks to you this evening for finally providing a reason for me to make use of the hours he spent drilling me. Well--" he straightens and offers her his arm. "Shall we? It is best not to give hungry wolves reason to wait--"

Honour takes his arm gracefully. "If they look ravenous, shove me into the fray and save yourself. You are far too handsome to be torn apart."

Dar's mouth twitches decidedly, her words having their desired effect. He nearly laughs as he sweeps her away to await their entrance. "I am many things, my lady, but--handsome? Your flattery reaches new heights. You, however, are quite the picture in that gown. And I never exaggerate."

Honour's response is slightly smug. "Neither do I, my lord."

Great Hall

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A stately glass window dominates the southern wall of Coghill's Great Hall,

showcasing the majestic grounds of the estate and flooding the room with

sunlight. Austere red draperies adorn the window in an understated but

elegant manner. In the center of the room a colossal table made from dark

wood stands proudly on carved legs, the design subtly carried into the

tabletop border. A massive ironwork candelabra hangs from a beam over the

table, while its simpler counterparts hang at either end of the hall.

Cradled in the nook between the foyer and kitchen entrances is a fireplace

which stretches from floor to ceiling. The large grey and brown stones are

masterfully placed, seemingly suspended without mortar. A thin stone mantle

supports a beautiful, intricately carved wooden mural of the Coghill Crest.

Two large tapestries are mounted next to the kitchen door, one displaying an

idyllic forest scene while the other portrays a scenic mountain panorama.

Sturdy wood beams function as decor even as they support the walls and a wood

panel ceiling which is subtly crafted into a geometric pattern. The polished

hardwood floors reflect the light from the candles and window. Carved wood

doors lead to the kitchen and porch while a wide archway leads to the foyer.

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You can go: Kitchen <N>, Dusk Porch <W>, Foyer <E>

Contents:

Cask of Wine

A Basket of Fruit and Nuts

A Silver Platter Heaped with Meat

A Silver Platter Heaped with Vegetables

Fashionable Townsperson

A Group of Musicians

Garlands

Priya stands with Ast and Hart to one of the sides of the Great Hall. Hart looks up at his parents, "What now?"

Elriya steps back to her husband's side as her family and the last of their guests make their way into the hall.

Dalia follows Chosette in timidly.

Shar walks his lady wife into the Great Hall and to their seats at the head of the table. He waits for the hubbub to lull.

Priya stands with Hart and Ast in the Great Hall. Ast and Priya speak quietly, answering Hart's questions he occasionally peppers them with. When Shar and Elriya enter, Ast leads his family over to the table, taking their appropriate places with Hart in between Ast and Priya.

Astera lingers near her brother and sister-in-law. She tries to find a place at the table near Priya and her husband.

Chosette whispers discreetly to Aderyn and Dalia.

Chosette mumbles "Dalia ... ... ... ... a friend ... ... ... let's ... ... here."", to Aderyn and Dalia.

Lorcan has chosen a seat amidst an indiscriminate group of townspeople, most of them looking to be fellow stoneworkers.

Elriya waits beside her husband, quietly surveying those assembled with a serene, happy expression.

Dalia smiles at Aderyn shyly nodding.

Aderyn makes her way in timidly, keeping near Chosette, the only person in the room she knows. She nods as Chosette suggests they sit together and makes her way to the table.

Dalia follows the two girls to the table, looking to Astera for permission.

Shar lifts a hand to signal that everyone fall quiet and find thier seats. "Attention, loyal citizens of Coghill, and our guests: Lord Tyren of Chesterton and his wife Lady Astera, Lord Ast of Carmichael, his son and Heir Apparent young Master Hart, and his wife, our beloved daughter the Lady Priya." He shifts his hand to indicate the doorway connecting to the Dusk Porch. "Please allow me to announce to you officially as a married couple, your Heir Apparent and the Steward to his majesty King Lune, Lord Dar and his new wife, our former ward, Lady Honour."

You walk through the door into the Great Hall.

Honour comes inside from the Dusk Porch, shutting the door behind her.

Honour arrives, following Dar.

Dar enters quietly, Honour on his arm, almost as soon as his father has finished speaking. He stands straight, his bearing formal as he guides her past the guests, giving a brief, polite nod to acknowledge each of them in turn. When he arrives before Lord Shar and Lady Elriya, he bows to them and to his sister and brother-in-law.

Nalan enters the great hall through the arch from the foyer.

Honour enters with her husband, following his lead. She nods to each of the guests, her accompanying smile gracious. She curtsies as Lord Dar bows to each of the nobles.

Astera dips a small curtseys, with care, to Lord Dar and Lady Honour when they enter.

Lorcan bows as he is passed by Lord Dar and Lady Honour.

Nalan bows to Lord Dar and Lady Honour as they pass by.

Dalia follows Chosette's example curseying as the couple pass by, she smiles timidly back at Honour's smile

Shar bows in return to his son and new daughter-in-law before indicating their honored seats with a hand.

Elriya rises from her seat at Lord Shar's side as Lord Dar and Lady Honour are announced. When they reach the head of the table, she curtsies and smiles in greeting.

Dar allows a very brief smile to form, this directed at his young nephew. Other than this, his expression does not waver. He bows to Astera and greets her quietly as well before, after only the briefest instant's hesitation, leading his new bride to the place his father indicates.

Priya remains standing at her place, with her son in between herself and her husband. Hart gives a wide smile to his uncle, rocking on his feet to look up at him better. Priya gently places her hand on Hart's shoulder, keeping him still.

Honour defers to her husband, following his lead gracefully.

Shar raises his hand again to quiet everyone. "Allow me to say a few words."

Astera looks to Lord Shar.

Dalia looks ready to listen eagerly turning her face also to Lord Shar.

Nalan turns to face Lord Shar.

Chosette watches as Lady Honour gracefully moves toward her seat, turning to listen as Lord Shar speaks

Aderyn sits politely in full attention, not taking her eyes off the people speaking.

Dar turns his attention to his father as well and listens as intently, and as gravely, as if he were in King Lune's Council Chamber rather than attending his own wedding feast.

Elriya places one hand gracefully over the other, deferring to her husband with quiet contentment, much as Lady Honour does.

Priya rather resembles her brother as she also looks to Lord Shar for his words, her expression austere.

Astera adjusts her position for a better view. Tyren looks to his uncle, giving him complete attention.

Shar says, "On this occasion, we gather together to acknowledge the union of our son, Heir Apparent to the township of Coghill and Steward to his majesty the King, Lord Dar, and Lady Honour, daughter of Sir Rinar and Lady Adela. The Lady Elriya and I could not ask for a better pair to succeed us in governing Coghill. Lord Dar is wise, respectful, and a great ally to his majesty King Lune. He is skilled in finance, governance, diplomacy, nobility, and peace-making. Lady Honour matches him well. She is lovely, sturdy, courtly, compassionate, and she knows this township and you her people as well as our own blood-family does. We are honored to welcome her into our family, and we believe that she and Lord Dar will succeed us admirably and capably in ruling you, our beloved people."

Nalan begins clapping in response to the well crafted speak.

Dalia Dalia claps along with the other coghilian townspeople.

Astera and her husband applaud politely. Tyren seems particualrly interested in Dar's response to this speech. Astera glances at the newly married couple curiously as she claps to observe their reactions.

Priya applauds briefly and reservedly. Hart seems to clap for the sake of clapping, looking quite enthusiastic about making noise. Ast also applauds politely with the others. Priya keeps her focus mostly on Lord Dar, also watching him for his reaction.

Dar stands rather stiffly by his new wife's side as he accepts the response of the people gathered with a slight, formal inclination of his head. His only further public response to his father's words is to straighten to his full height, as if what Lord Shar says carries an almost physical weight.

Chosette applauds and smiles as Lady Honour is mentioned.

Shar says, "Without further ado, let us eat, and celebrate."

Astera observes Dar, her eyes moving for a moment to Tyren and Priya.

Honour's eyes are on Lord Shar for the entirety of his heartfelt speech. She smiles gracefully, completely at her ease as she listens with a thankful heart.

Elriya gestures toward the fare spread out upon the table, inviting her guests to be seated and partake freely of it.

Astera asks the townsperson to tell the best story he can. The townsperson's response is too low to be heard by anyone else.

Priya helps her son into his chair at the table after Shar gives them leave to eat. Ast then pulls Priya's chair out for her and helps her get seated before taking his own seat.

Dar takes his seat at the head table, soberly going about ensuring that his new wife is comfortable and has enough to eat before attending to his own plate.

Chosette leans over to Aderyn and quietly tries to explain who each of the nobles are and how they are related to one another.

Tyren moves to help his wife into a chair, before taking his own.

Astera smiles to her husband and takes her seat.

Astera mumbles "Thank ... ...", to Tyren.

Priya puts together a small plate for Hart, who eagerly points to items on the table that he would like to sample. Ast sees to putting together a plate first for Priya and then for himself.

Honour for the most part remains quiet, perhaps slightly overwhelmed at the moment. She defers to her husband, watching him go about his formalities. Once in a while she leans a bit closer, murmuring something in undertones to him.

Shar pulls out his wife's chair for her and signals the servants to serve her before they handle his meal.

Lorcan immediately reaches for a flagon of wine before filling his plate. He sits back to listen to the men around him discuss the merits of varying types of stone, primarily silent.

Chosette mumbles "... probably ... ... ... Shar and M'Lady Elriya, they ... Lord ... Lady ... ... ... ... has been ... Lord ... ... ... ... ... ... Honour his new bride, ... their right is Lady Priya ... son ... ... and ... husband Lord ... of Carmichael, Then there is ... Shar and Lady ... nephew Lord ... ... ... ... Lady Astera (Dalia ... ... handmaiden).", to Aderyn.

Tyren gives his wife a small smile and a nod as he settles into his own chair. He, following suit after his brother-in-law and uncle, also sees to a plate for his wife before his own.

Nalan pulls a chair out for a lady sitting next to him, then takes a seat himself.

Dar attends to what his wife says with studied interest. At one point, those closest to him might discern the barest twitch at the corners of his mouth, though he keeps himself from laughing aloud at whatever observation Honour has just made.

Elriya smiles her thanks to her husband and the servants who serve them as she sits and begins to enjoy her meal, making pleasant conversation with those seated near her.

Chosette looks at all the plates and takes some vegetables and roast meat onto her plate

To the very wisest observer, Honour would appear to be smiling with the utmost innocence as she demurely sips her wine.

Tyren glances to Dar briefly, his brow quirking perhaps just a faint degree at whatever it is he finds there, before returning his attentions to his wife. He leans in close to speak in low tones to her.

Shar stands halfway though the meal to announce, "Please continue eating. The musicians will begin playing shortly. As you finish, feel free to make your way to the other side of the room for dancing and conversation."

Priya eats her meal in relative silence. She attends to her son, who is rather happy to enjoy the food before him. Priya and Ast speak to each other and their son quietly, and make polite conversation with those near them.

Astera smiles, leaning over to her husband.

Lorcan makes one sole comment throughout the course of the meal to those around him, and that only after reaching the bottom of his first flagon of wine. He reaches for another.

Shar leans over to the new couple and says something quietly.

Nalan remains quietly seated, enjoying his meal.

Tyren gives a small nod to something his wife says, with another small smile. He seems fairly reserved himself for the most part, though he does make some small talk with those near him.

Shar mumbles "It might be appropriate to initiate the dancing, should you feel inclined.", to Dar and Honour.

Shar mumbles "... might ... ... ... ... the ... ... you feel inclined.", to Dar and Honour.

Dar allows a servant to clear his plate away, though he seems to have eaten little of the fine food. When his father speaks to him, his expression once more becomes slightly stiff. He nods once in response, then glances to his bride.

Priya asks her son if he has had enough to eat when his plate is cleared, along with those of Ast and Priya. Hart eyes some of the fruit and asks to try one of the apples. Priya serves it to her son, who upon finishing the fruit announces he is full. Priya smiles and helps Hart clean his hands. She turns to Astera and says something quietly to her.

Honour raises her eyebrow very slightly at Lord Dar and gives him a nod, quietly speaking to him.

Chosette looks down the table and smiles at young Hart's exuberance.

Elriya watches those gathered attentively. As the meal progresses and the company seem to have eaten their fill, she signals a servant and speaks to him quietly for a few moments. He nods, bows, and moves toward the musicians, who, upon hearing his instructions, begin playing quietly. Their song slowly becomes more lively as it goes along.

Dar merely raises his own eyebrow a fraction of an inch in response before offering Honour his hand to lead her towards where the musicians have started playing.

Shar mumbles "May I ... ... ... my lady?", to Elriya.

Nalan finishes off the flagon of wine.

Shar indicates that a servant may clear their plates and rises, offering a hand to his lady and bowing over it.

Nalan allows a servant to take his plate. He rises and moves towards the music.

Priya gives a small, brief smile in response to Lady Astera. She turns back to her husband and son. Ast stands and helps Priya out of her chair, and they both help Hart out of his. Priya takes her son's hand and her husband's arm and they make their way over to the musicians, standing off to the side to observe for now.

Chosette smiles as she watches the two couples move toward the musicians, eyes primarily on Lady Honour, her smile growing as she notes the grace with which the noblewoman moves

Tyren's glance follows Dar and Honour for a moment as they move over by the musicians. He looks to his wife, and again speaks to her in a low tone.

Tyren mumbles "... ... lady ... herself up ... ... dance?", to Astera.

Astera smiles.

Elriya takes his hand and rises as well, curtseying in return.

Astera mumbles "... her lord? Always.", to Tyren.

Shar allows Lord Dar and Lady Honour to have the floor for a lengthy moment before joining them, leading his wife in a stately dance.

Tyren smiles at this, standing from his chair and extending a hand toward his wife to help her do the same.

Astera stands carefully, taking her husband's hand. She beams, looking him to lead.

Nalan stands off to the side, looking content to just watch for now.

Elriya follows Lord Shar effortlessly, speaking quietly to him from time to time as they move across the floor.

Chosette moves to a chair near the edge of where the dancing is happening, watching the scene, hoping to be asked to dance.

Tyren gently guides his wife into a slow dance, elegant in its simplicity.

Dar's dancing does no disgrace to the efforts of his dancing master; his movements are precise as he guides Honour through the steps of the dance, making up in discipline what they might perhaps lack when it comes to freedom or ease. He says little to her at first.

Aderyn makes her way to the edge of the dance floor, standing at the side and gazing at all the beautiful people dancing.

Lorcan stands as the group he is sitting with stands. He follows them to the side of the dance floor, flagon in hand. For the moment he seems content to stand and sip his wine, despite the slight ribbing from his companions and the fact that they, one by one, begin to ask various ladies to dance.

Honour once in a while says something to Lord Dar, her tones too soft for anyone else to pick up. Her steps move perfectly in time with his. She is more at ease than he is, every movement graceful and poised.

Shar seems more relaxed on the dancefloor than his son, though he lacks no nobility or precision in form or step.

Astera watches her husband move, her demeanor relaxed. She continues to give a radiant smile, her eyes on her husband. She speaks to him softly. The movements are slow and delicate, but still elegant.

Honour mumbles "It is your turn to say something now, Lord Dar -- I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.", to Dar.

Honour mumbles "... ... your turn to say something now, Lord Dar ... ... ... about the ... ... you ... to make ... ... ... ... ... the size ... ... ... or ... ... ... ...", to Dar.

Tyren appears rather at ease himself, his movements fluid yet controlled as he leads his wife, practised and polished. He leans close every now and again to return a quiet comment to her.

Dar's expression lightens, though he cannot be said to smile, and he replies to his wife in an equally low tone.

You mumble "I assure you, my lady, that whatever you wish to be said shall be spoken without delay.", to Honour.

Dar mumbles "... ... ... my lady, ... whatever you ... to ... said ... ... spoken ... delay.", to Honour.

Honour's feet move lightly across the floor, keeping perfect time as her husband guides her. Her reply is low, her mouth trembling as she tries to keep a smile from her face.

Honour mumbles "Very well. That reply will do for the present.", to Dar.

Honour mumbles "Very ... That ... will ... for ... present.", to Dar.

Priya speaks softly with her husband for a while as the dancing continues. She then gives a small nod and moves to speak with one of the household staff, who follows her over to her husband and son. The servant stands with Hart while Priya and Ast join the dancers on the dance floor at an appropriate moment during the musician's set. They join the dancing flawlessly, looking entirely at ease with the steps and each other. They both appear rather light on their feet, and their motions are graceful.

Honour glances over at Lord Dar, the corners of her mouth quirking slightly once more. She murmurs to him once again.

Honour mumbles "Perhaps by and by I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones. But now we may be silent.", to Dar.

Honour mumbles "Perhaps by and ... ... may ... that ... balls are much ... ... public ... But ... ... may ... ...", to Dar.

Lorcan is at last alone with only one other townsman, who elbows him mercilessly. Finally he spreads his hands in surrender and mutters something defensively to his companion. He sets his flagon down and crosses the room to stand before Chosette. His companion watches with a smirk. Lorcan shoots him a glare before bowing politely and speaking quietly to Chosette.

Elriya's steps shadow her husband's with a fluidity that speaks just as much to years of experience as it does to any instruction. Her expression is one of fond reminiscence as she watches her son and daughter with their partners.

Lorcan mumbles "Miss ... would you ... ... dance?", to Chosette.

Tyren keeps things simple between himself and his wife, though the smooth grace of it is perhaps enhanced by such rather than hindered.

You mumble "Do you talk by rule, then, when you are dancing, my lady?", to Honour.

Dar mumbles "... you talk ... ... then, ... you ... dancing, my ...", to Honour.

Astera looks over to her brother and sister-in-law and smiles.

Honour says, "Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know. It would look odd to be entirely silent for half an hour together; and yet for the advantage of some, conversation ought to be so arranged, as that they may have the trouble of saying as little as possible."

Chosette nods and speaks quietly to Lorcan

Honour quietly responds.

Tyren mumbles "Been rather ... time, hasn't it?", to Astera.

Honour mumbles "Sometimes. One must ... a little, you know. It would look ... to be entirely ... for half an hour ...; and yet for the ... of some, conversation ... to be so ..., as that they may ... the ... of saying ... ... as ....", to Dar.

Honour mumbles "Sometimes. One ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... be ... ... ... half an ... ...; and yet ... the ... of some, conversation ... ... be ... ..., ... that they may ... ... ... of ... ... ... ... ....", to Dar.

Astera looks to her husband, grinning.

Chosette mumbles "Indeed, though I ... you ... not ... me ... graceful ... ... ladyships, for ... ... not ... much ... for such pleasures", to Lorcan.

Astera mumbles "... ... ... ... ... ...", to Tyren.

Priya continues to dance with Ast, their attention on each other and the dance. Their steps remain light and controlled, and they both smile as they occasionally whisper to each other. Every so often, Priya or Ast will glance toward their son, who watches them from the side but looks rather bored with it all.

Tyren mumbles "Although, come ... think ... ... this ... ... first ... dance we've had as ... ... wife, ... ... There hasn't really been ... since.", to Astera.

Priya finishes the dance with Lord Ast. She curtseys to him and he bows to her. He extends his arm to her, which she takes and allows herself to be led out of the dancing area. They rejoin their son, who enthusiastically runs to them.

Tyren chuckles quietly as he grins.

Chosette smiles as she and Lorcan move across the floor, her attention on the fine ladies dancing around her, and as she looks noting that Lady Honour has apparently left.

Tyren mumbles "... ... ... should figure, doesn't ...", to Astera.

Lorcan leads Chosette onto the dance floor just as one dance is ending and the next begins. He moves into place a little stiffly, by no means as poised as many of the other dancers about him.

Honour's arch reply is too low to be heard as they leave the room.

Honour mumbles "Both, for I have seen a similarity in the turn of minds. We are of an unsocial, disposition, to , unless we expect to say that will the whole room, and be handed to with all the of a proverb.", to Dar.

Honour mumbles "Both, for ... ... ... seen ... similarity in ... ... ... ... minds. We ... ... ... an unsocial, ... ... ... ... , ... ... ... to say ... ... will ... whole room, ... ... handed ... ... ... ... ... the ... ... ... proverb.", to Dar.

Honour mumbles, ""Both, for I have always seen a great similarity in the turn of our minds. We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.”

Tyren offers his arm to his wife, escorting her off the dance floor.

Elriya remains at Lord Shar's side, graciously speaking her thanks and farewells to those nearby after he has finished addressing the assembly.

Astera takes her husband's arm.

Priya looks down at her son, who tugs on her skirts. She smiles as Hart yawns, and she nods. "Come on, dear," she says to Hart gently. She and Ast exchange glances, and Ast picks up the tired-looking Hart. Priya and Ast make their way over to Tyren and Astera when they depart the dance floor. Priya says to them, "Sir Tyren, Lady Astera, you looked well during the dancing."

Tyren chuckles a little. "I suppose there is something to the claim that practised swordsmanship is rather akin to a dance, to say nothing of my wife's own considerable abilities of her own. You two were as graceful as ever yourselves."

Astera blushes faintly, she gives a small nod. "You and Lord Ast appear to be walking among clouds when you move."

Priya smiles a little. She squeezes Ast's arm. "Thank you." Ast also echoes his thanks, but he downplays any skill of his own.

Priya looks to her son as her yawns, complaining of how tired he is. She nods and then curtseys to Tyren and Astera, while Ast gives a shallow bow. "Please excuse us. We should see to Master Hart." They likewise bid Lord Shar and Lady Elriya goodnight,

Tyren nods and bows in return. "A good eve to you all, then."

Astera says, "Have a good eve, and sleep well young master."

Tyren approaches his aunt and uncle, dipping a small bow as he says, "I don't believe I've yet properly thanked you for having us here. I had nearly forgotten how pleasant a stay in Coghill could be, it's been so long since my last."

Shar bows in return. "Ah, thank you, Sir Tyren. I hope you enjoy it for the extension of your stay."

Lorcan lingers a moment as he is rejoined by other townspeople and, as they begin to depart, he makes his way out onto the dusk porch.

Astera remains by her husband, smiling.

Elriya curtsies to Lord Ast and Lady Priya, bidding both them and Hart an affectionate goodnight before turning toward Sir Tyren and Lady Astera, nodding her agreement with Lord Shar's words. "Indeed, and it is equally pleasant for us that you are here."

Tyren smiles a bit at this. "Likely as close to a family reunion as we're liable to get for a time." He tilts his head out toward the porch, saying, "Speaking of, I suppose we'd best give our regards to my cousin and his bride."

Shar bows again. "Good evening, Sir Tyren, Lady Astera."

Tyren bows in return. "I do hope we'll get the chance to speak further and catch up a bit. Good eve." He glances to his wife, and again gestures briefly toward the porch.

Elriya curtsies in farewell.

Astera curtseys to Shar and Elriya, nodding to her husband. "Good eve Lord Shar, Lady Elriya." She looks to her husband's lead.

MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE...

Dusk Porch

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The western side porch is set up as a more formal out-door dining area. A

long table is centered on the porch, with low benches running along either

side of it. Candle sconces are affixed at regular intervals along the wall

of the house and several heavy candlesticks stand on the table.

Wide stone stairs lead down to the the path from the front lawn to the

grounds and gardens at the back. A door leads into the Great Hall.

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You can go: Brook Lawn <W>, Great Hall <E>, Front Porch <SE>

Dar says, "This is no very striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure. How near it may be to /mine/, I cannot pretend to say. You think it a faithful portrait, undoubtedly."

Chosette comes walking out of the Great Hall to join you on the porch.

Honour relaxes a bit now that they are out from under scrutiny. "Most definitely, my lord." She gives him a teasing look before her features smooth and she turns at the sound of footsteps, smiling kindly at their first arrival.

Dar leans in nearer to her before he also is alerted by the sound of echoing footfalls. He runs a hand through his hair, straightening and allowing his countenance to once more settle into its normal, inscrutable lines.

Chosette comes in, cheeks flushed from the excitement of the evening. She smiles warmly at Lady Honour and curtsies to them both "M'Lord, M'Lady, might I offer congratulations again and thanks for allowing me to be a part of this wonderful celebration."

Honour smiles once more. "You are most welcome, Chosette. Thank you for coming and sharing the occasion with us, we were glad to have you."

The effect of Chosette's words is immediate. Dar allows a deeper shade of hauteur to overspread his features, saying not a word to the maid. He merely nods with formal civility.

Honour glances at Lord Dar with a look and continues on. "We would be most pleased if you would accept a cherry tree sapling in honor of the occasion. It is our gift to our people and we hope that it will blossom and grow under your care."

Chosette curtsies again and smiles, "Thank you M'Lady, I shall treasure it always" She nods to Dar, "M'Lord"

Honour warmly bids Chosette a good evening.

Dar maintains his attitude of rigid politeness, furrowing his brow a bit at his wife's look. He nods his own agreement with his wife's sentiments.

Chosette pauses for a moment and turns to Honour before leaving, "And if M'lady is in need of anything do not hesitate to call on me, for it is my honour to serve one such as yourself"

Honour nods. "Of course, as always. Thank you."

Honour watches the maid go. As she does so, the moment no one is around Honour's elbow lightly connects with Dar's ribs.

Dar raises his eyebrow a significant degree, glancing down at her. He does not seem offended, merely curious. His features once again relax during the pause between guests.

Honour lifts her eyebrows at him, pursing her mouth in amusement. "Behave yourself. You're so proper it's painful."

Dar looks decidedly the opposite of proper as the corners of his mouth turn upward. It lasts perhaps the span of a breath. "But, my lady, I thought I /was/ being perfectly behaved.

Honour, encouraged by his slight smile, gives him a scolding look. "I never thought I would say a person could be /too/ well behaved but..."

Dar's eyebrow raises once again, higher this time. "Impossible."

Honour mirrors his expression. "Nothing is impossible, my lord."

Dar quips, "A fish may desire to soar at the height of an eagle, my lady, but--”

Honour 'helps' finish the phrase, though she clearly knows the true ending. "--It is hard to fly with fins?"

Dar nods at this, simply adding, "Unless, perhaps, you are in the business of constructing wings in addition to whatever further accomplishments you possess, my lady."

Honour hms thoughtfully. "My husband is comparing me to a fish. I am so flattered I am beside myself."

Dar looks, at first, appalled that his words might have offended her. Whatever remark he might make is cut short when the door opens once again. He quickly wipes all trace of emotion from his expression before turning to greet their next guest.

Honour hides her amusement, turning to greet the next arrival with a warm smile.

Lorcan follows a large group of townspeople out onto the dusk porch, looking slightly tipsy. It is unclear exactly how many flagons of wine he has had to drink this night...

Dar observes the man for a time, expressing no concern despite clearly noting the man's obvious condition. He takes a step forward, leaving his wife's side, and has a quiet conversation with one of the more reliable-looking townsmen. This being settled, he greets Lorcan with a simple nod.

Honour attends to the others in the group of townspeople, greeting each and every one and thanking them for coming that evening. She directs each person to take a cherry tree sapling as the Lord and Lady's gift to their people in honor of the occasion.

Lorcan approaches Lord Dar and Lady Honour with far less of his usual reservedness. He grins lopsidedly and bows. "M'lord, m'lady."

Tyren walks out onto the porch with his wife on his arm, hanging back a bit as he seems to prefer to wait until the group thins out somewhat.

Dar quietly returns to his wife's side, his tall frame occupying the space between Lorcan and Honour. He holds one of the cherry saplings carefully, his expression indicating that he considers the man rather harmless. "Good evening", he replies levelly.

Honour nods her head to the man before her. "Good evening, Lorcan." She says with a smile, just as gracious as ever.

Lorcan is quite obviously as harmless as he appears, but he does weave slightly on his feet. He continues to grin. "Jus' wanted to offer my congratulations to the two of ye."

Tyren takes a moment to study the couple while they are occupied, his expression showing little of what he finds there.

Dar gives his cousin very little to study, keeping his expression contained, ever the trained statesman. "Our thanks", he tells Lorcan evenly.

Tyren nods a little to what his wife says, gesturing a bit himself.

Honour allows Lord Dar to do his intimidating duty, continuing to be a gracious hostess unless something else prompts her to change. "Thank you, Lorcan. Thank you for coming tonight. We would be pleased if you would accept a sapling as our gift to the town."

Lorcan smiles broadly. "But of course, I should be delighted. At the very least, my mother will be." He winks as his smile widens toothily, and he bows once more. "Good night to ye."

Dar replies, "Pass along my best to her. She was missed this evening." The reliable-looking man Dar spoke with earlier reappears, greeting Lorcan and offering to walk home with him, as he happens to be going the same direction.

Astera speaks to her husband quietly and grins.

Tyren moves further out onto the porch with Astera as the group thins, gesturing vaguely toward something or another, which he seems to have a fair few words to say about.

Lorcan bows again, saying, "I'll do that." He collects a sapling and grasps the shoulder of the other townsman in a friendly manner before meandering off in the direction of the town singing under his breath.

Lorcan picks up a cherry tree sapling, carefully supporting its roots.

Lorcan mumbles "... me ale ... ... ... Fill me cup ... ... brim, An' ... drink, ... yer leave, ... ... brew, ... grim", to Lorcan.

Lorcan walks around the corner to the front porch.

Tyren, seeing the couple are now free for the moment, seizes the opportunity and approaches, bowing. "Lord Dar. Lady Honour."

Dar watches Lorcan depart with his companion until he is satisfied that the fellow will come to no harm. He turns to say something to Honour, and it is at this moment he notices Tyren and Astera. He makes a courtly bow to them both, his aspect unchanging. "Good evening to you, Sir Tyren. Lady Astera. I hope the journey was not too tiring. If there is anything which might add to your comfort here, Lady Astera, you have only to say." His tone, like his manner, remains formal.

Astera curtseys to the couple.

Astera blushes and smiles, "Thank you Lord Dar, I have had every need attended to and couldn't ask for more."

Honour curtsies when Sir Tyren and Lady Astera approach them, her smile welcoming. There is perhaps the slightest air of nervousness about her now that actual relations are present, but it is barely detectable and she handles herself with grace. "It was so kind of you to travel out here. I hope the journey left you well."

Tyren's demeanor rather matches his cousin's in formality, and he replies simply, "It was a rather pleasant journey. The weather was rather amenable for it."

Dar glances to his wife, assessing her response, before turning back to his cousin. "It should continue fine, I understand. Though we did have rain a week past, just after our arrival."

Astera smiles, her eyes bright. "We had a pleasant journey. Much better than the one to Carmichael."

Honour's forehead creases slightly. "I am glad your journey was pleasant. Were your travels to Carmichael that troublesome?" she asks, her concern genuine.

Astera gives a demure smile and lowers her voice in reply to Honour.

Astera mumbles "... ... troubled ... ... ... ... ... much ... ... ... ... that ... ... ... ... it.", to Honour.

Tyren gives a small nod to his cousin, as if, perhaps, not entirely surprised to hear the response given him. "I suppose only time will tell."

Dar nods in response to Tyren, not relaxing his formality. "The sky has been a particularly vivid shade of blue. I suppose that signifies that the fine weather will continue."

Honour smiles in response to Lady Astera, her expression understanding. "That is good to hear, milady." She spares a glance towards her husband and his cousin, her expression revealing nothing.

Shar waits until all of the guests have left the great hall and the servants have begun cleaning before leading his wife into the Dusk Room to meet the new couple at the tail-end of the line of guests.

Tyren gives a small nod. "One would expect, though the weather often decides to be surprising."

Dar hehs quietly. "Precisely, Sir Tyren. My very thoughts."

Astera grins, then looks to her husband. "Perhaps we should extend our... well wishes?"

Elriya gives a few brief instructions to some of the servants as she departs the hall at Shar's side.

Tyren says, "Of course, of course. My best hopes for the both of you." Turning to Honour, he gives another small bow as he adds, "And welcome to the family, milady."

Honour smiles appreciatively, sinking into a curtsy in response to his bow. "Thank you, Sir Tyren. I am grateful and very blessed to be a part of this family. My thanks to both of you."

Dar looks on, his expression, if it reflects anything, reflecting approval at this exchange.

Astera dips a curtsey and smiles, "May the Emperor smile upon your union. I wish you both the best and much happiness."

Honour returns Lady Astera's smile, relief appearing slightly in her features. "Thank you." She says again with sincerity.

Dar studies Tyren for a moment, his features remaining bland. "You have not seen the additions to the stables, have you, Sir Tyren. I trust while you are here there will be a suitable time to show them to you. Rain or shine--"

Tyren replies, "I am sure the time will be found."

Astera smiles. She gently tugs on her husband's arm and whispers to him.

Shar walks with Elriya toward the newlyweds.

Tyren gives a small nod toward his wife, then returns his focus to the couple. "The hour begins to draw late, and I believe it would be best for my wife and I to retire for the evening. I trust we will have opporunity to speak further later."

Dar nods at this, making another formal bow. "Indeed. It--is good to have you here, Sir Tyren. Lady Astera. Rest well."

Honour curtsies once more and echoes her husband's sentiments. "Good night to you both, and thank you for coming."

Astera curtseys, "Thank you Lord Dar--and Lady Honour. Have a pleasant eve."

Tyren hehs quietly as he bows in return. "It has been too long. A good eve to you both."

Shar approaches Honour and Dar, taking Dar's hand in one of his and patting it with the other. "You both performed well."

Elriya draws nearer to her son and daughter as Tyren and Astera take their leave.

Honour curtsies in greeting to her father and mother in law, smiling with trembling relief. "Thank you..." She says yet again.

Elriya nods her agreement with Lord Shar's words, pressing Lady Honour's arm lightly and murmuring reassuringly to her, "You were very lovely, my dear."

Dar's expression wavers slightly, the only outward sign of how much his father's words mean to him. "Thank you, Father", he echoes, adding in a lower tone directed at his father, "We both know our duty to you and to Mother, as well as to Coghill. I am only pleased to be able to carry it out well tonight--"

Shar grasps Dar's arm amicably. "Son, as proud as I am of how well you have fulfilled your duty, I am equally proud of the man you are personally."

Honour smiles weakly at Lady Elriya, suddenly weary as the stress of the day is somewhat removed. She looks to Lord Dar for his response, her smile geniune.

Dar meets his father's gaze. "Thank you, Father", he repeats, "I always had a fine example to follow."

Elriya also turns her eyes toward her husband and son. She is quiet, but makes no effort to hide the affection that is evident in her countenance.

Shar nods to his son, patting his shoulder. "Honour, don't let him bury the private too far beneath the public."

Honour nods gravely. "I will do my utmost." She looks at Dar with a faint twinkle in her eye.

Dar gives his father a smile with more than a trace of wryness. "You know me well--", he admits. Turning next to his mother, he adds, "Thank you as well for all your efforts tonight. There has been nothing but praise for your management of these celebrations--" Finally, he turns to his wife, the trace of a smile still lingering. "But I forget my other duty--to ensure that my wife is cared for. Are you weary, my lady? We could retire, if you wish. It has been a long evening--"

Honour responds, "A long evening for us all. Perhaps it would be best to allow Lady Elriya and Lord Shar the chance to retire as well." She turns and curtsies to them with another smile. "Thank you both for everything."

Elriya smiles softly and knowingly, nodding graciously in acknowledgement of these thanks. "You are most welcome, as always." She curtsies as well.

Shar bows, "Of course," he agrees with his wife.

Dar bows to his parents before offering Honour his arm again. "Good evening and pleasant rest to you both."

Honour takes Dar's arm and offers one more smile before they depart.

Elriya says quietly, "Rest well," stepping aside to allow the pair to pass indoors.

Shar steps back with her.