Empire - Scene 22: Coronation

Arrival

Umberto arrives.

Ada

(Ada) The ascent towards the Tower of Valon is packed with people, some seated up in stands built for the purpose, others, well, standing. People from across the empire and indeed far beyond it have come to witness the coronation, and a marvellous range of raiment is on display. More enterprising denizens of Sanctuary have set up stalls and stands at a remove from the Walk, to hawk their goods when the coronation is complete. The foreign visitors include well-known sights such as the rulers of Aldhill and Thestis, to official delegations from the Divine Assembly, Norhame, and even Wend, to more obscure visitors -- not as many as in decades past, though -- from various minor polities of central Elthos. The road is kept clear of spectators, with members of the city watch lining both sides of the walk to prevent people from spilling over onto the road, though their cudgels are stowed and there is no sign that they expect trouble -- not that this has prevented a squadron of Imperial Guard, with the great orange crests on their helms, from assembling on their horses at the citadel gates. Most eyes are turned that way, with the coronation to take place just before the entrance to the great fortress.

Arrival

Bernadine arrives.

Irreth

(Irreth) While there are appropriate times to stand for lengthy periods, waiting for an event, the pleasure of being able to sit is a gift of nobility. Dressed in a twilight blue silken dress, adorned with gold embroidery and a gold circlet adorned with sapphires, the Sufet Irreth is a sight. She's not a beauty in the strict sense of the word, but she has an elegance that is evident as she waits, hands folded into her lap, an expression of serenity and patience in her features. She doesn't turn to look toward the fortress, yet -- letting the noise of the crowd tell her when that moment is close.

Umberto

(Umberto) Umberto is enjoying the finery of standing. He has mingled about with various noble houses and dignitaries that he feels comfortable enough that his name is known about so that if their is coin to be made for a dog of war, he can find someone with a nice diamond studded leash to pay him too much. And for now, House Anadun pays well and he is not shopping about for new masters. The war-forged man watches as an Imperial Guard squadron passes by, their horses whipping their heads about as their riders work to get them in line. Umberto only makes a brief face at the beasts. So distasteful. His eyes sweep the various stands, seeing who he can spot and recognize.

Emil

(Emil) Emil is dressed in quite appropriate finery for the occasion but somehow it's still bland enough to fade against the many finery outfits. He's taken a decent seat with a view of the proceeds, a pair of dwarf-make spectacles perched on his nose, and notes and a pen in his lap. He's taking notes, yes indeed.

Bernadine

(Bernadine) Bernadine is tucked somewhere near to her sister. Said sister (Crescentia) most likely had a hand in her outfit; for it is much finer than her normal bland gray clothing. A mix of Dyrian and Adanan styles; layers of diaphanous silk that fade from dove gray to pale pink. She fidgets where she sits, plucking at the silk of her dress, chewing on her nails, and otherwise just nervously looking around at everyone and everything.

Urumil

(Urumil) Clad today in his finest blue trimmed white clothing, Urumil fidgets not far away from his Sufet Irreth's seat and Umberto's guardianship. Every so often he'll lean forward in an attempt to get a proper look at whats going on, half whispering. "Do you see them yet?"

Alethea

(Alethea) It is a good thing that Alethea opts instead to stand amidst those unable to afford the fineries of stands and shade for she has her own shade... by way of an ostentatiously wide-brimmed hat. The fan she languidly flicks to gust a cool breeze her own way is of a forest scene painted silk and, well, rich -- too rich for most of those milling about her. She murmurs in quiet, idle chit-chat with her neighbors nearby, though her violet eyes seem intent upon any movement that might mark the royal procession arriving to this stretch of the Walk.

Kimon

(Kimon) Dressed in his Dyrian finery, Kimon sports the blues and yellows of his house, though the blue is a deep hue, and the yellow a gold accent here and there. He seems to be in good spirits as he makes his way toward Melissa in the stands, gravitating toward family during the particularly crowded event. Small waves, nods and smiles are given to those he recognizes as he goes.

Dietrich

(Dietrich) There are trends and then there are TRENDS. Lord Dietrich Otrese in the the second part of that statement. He walks with his head up and proud and a smile of perfectly white teeth showing. One hand comes up to sweep the curly Q of dark hair from his pine green eyes with an ease of motion. He's bringing on the smolder. He's dressed like his house in just the right color of purple that fits his broad shoulders and tucks into black pants that show of his longer limbs. The man is very composed but there is an impish look to his eyes. It's almost like one shouldn't allow him to speak or to act. He finds the very front, as is his right, to watch his cousin get a new piece of jewelry. It's a head piece like none other.

Sabine

(Sabine) And of course Sabine, she would be expected to be here, and she doesn't disapoint. And neither, undoubtedly, do the rest of the Companions, of wich there are assuredly many. Off to the side of everything a bit, as if a calculated move as to draw no attention at all away from the woman whose day this is. Standing straight backed in her curaiss and white cloak, both emblazoned prominantly with the axe of valon. Symbolized of course, the real one, the dwarven made axe once held by a god is strapped quite firmly to her side. And so, there she stands, tall, still, watching. Sabine is always watching.

Marek

(Marek) Voivode Marek Sikorin stands amidst the shifting tides of silk, steel, and ceremony with the immovable bearing of a man carved from the steppe's snow and stone. His shoulders remain squared beneath the drape of white wolfskin, the black scale of his cuirass swallowing the day's light in matte shadows. Masculine, wind-bitten features remain set in their usual severity, yet there is no hostility; merely calm vigilance.

Ada

(Ada) The noise and clamour of tens of thousands of people in high spirits is a lot. A small child goes bumbling past the line of city watch about halfway along the Walk, though is swiftly retrieved and deposited safely back with their family. Still, most people's attention is largely upon the gates of the vast citadel.

Crescentia

(Crescentia) To the Citadel Walk the Salfeld sisters make their way. They are of course dressed fashionably, but not ostentatiously. Crescentia knows a thing or two about what is in style this season and has made sure the seamstresses took proper care to dress herself and her sister, Bernadine. While it was something of a discussion to not wear grey, Crescentia acquiesced to her sister and allowed such a hue so long as there was some touch of color in the arrangement. For her own finery, the socialite is resplendent in shimmering iridescent silk with damasked roses and lush verdant vine appliques. The Salfeld colors are blended perfectly in the scarf she wears tucked into the styling of her long auburn tresses. They make their way towards the stands draped in White; Crescentia stopping here and there to say hello to a familiar face or two.

Marek

(Marek) At his side, his nephew Sigitas, who Marek leans a fraction closer to in order to murmur a few low words. Perhaps direction, or a quiet reminder to remain observant, before he resumes his silent appraisal of the throng. Marek's cloudy grey eyes drift not to the pageantry nor to the dignitaries bedecked in jewels. His attention settles instead on the dispositions of the Imperial Guard, noting the formation, the spacing, the horses' agitation. Only when satisfied that the city watch and the Guard keep the Walk properly secured does he expand his gaze to the stands, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Koline

(Koline) At last, the gates begin to open! The process is as slow and grandiose as the occasion demands, with the added effect of allowing time for word to pass through the gathered witnesses. When the gates are fully opened, out steps Empress Koline Otrese. Her slender figure is wrapped in a gown of deep, royal Otrese purple, with a white bodice that cinches an already-svelte waist and somehow makes her look taller for it. Golden clasps secure a cape of pearlescent material, rigged to make sharp angles out of her shoulders, that seems to reflect every color of the rainbow when the light hits it just so. (The inner lining accounts for black.) Koline does not announce herself, because that's the job of the man exiting the Citadel with her: Father Udo Lindner.

Irreth

(Irreth) "I don't know that I've ever seen you this impatient, Urumil," Irreth says, turning her gaze to the sailor with an upward twitch of her lips. "Are you so eager to get back onto the seas?" she asks, though it's less a tease and more a guess. His question, at least, stirs her to take in the nearby crowd. It might be impossible for her to miss Umberto, given his stature; her eyes linger on where he stands for a long while, before they come back to the nobility nearby with a welcoming nod. The Hadashi aren't exactly unknown in Sanctuary, but it might be the first time since their joining the Empire that all of them are present.

Arrival

Alethea arrives.

Sigitas

(Sigitas) Others might be dressed in silks, but the young Sikorin Boyar Sigitas, seemingly matching the outfit of his uncle, has dressed in a more of a steely fashion and walks closeby him, as they make their way towards the stands. Watchful green eyes wander about the crowd, as he tries to recognize familiar face, though it is hard to do with so many about. Not that he would be bothered, because the attention is definitely not on him today.

Umberto

(Umberto) Occasionally Umberto sweeps his gaze up to the Exalted Suffet Irreth and other members of House Anadun. He is not in charge of their guard today, but it is good to keep an eye on who pays your bills and make sure the room service to your suite is free. Could Umberto spot assassins in the thick crowds of the coronation? Maybe he already has a variety of soldiers positioned to do just that. He certainly seems rather relaxed as he watches the crowd shift and the murmurs rise as the star of the hour makes an appearance.

Arrival

Orestes arrives.

Arrival

Bernadine arrives.

Arrival

Udo arrives.

Melissa

(Melissa) Spotting people she may know, or perhaps will before this is over, Melissa has taken a seat close enough to be able to watch everything. Spotting the approach of Kimon, she helpfully pats the seat beside her and offers a warm smile in appreciation of his company. "The things I have to tell you," she promises her cousin, as if they dont live in the same house and talk often enough that there shouldn't be such a long list of things. "Do you know everyone?" Because of course he does, but she is not done being overly helpful that she'll point at every single person in attendance and tell him who it is, whether she ends up making it up as she goes or not.

Udo

(Udo) Udo is wearing his nicest vestments today, the customary blues and silvers of the Cult of Valon give his robes a sacred bearing. His pendant, an Axe of Valon, has been polished and glints from around his neck. He steps out from the citadel, walking forward across the dais, stopping in front of the new Empress, a crownbearer follows him, carrying her Imperial Crown on it's designated cushion. The old Priest of Valon is here to address the gathered nobles, and without much fanfare, he begins his speech. "Valon was our First King. He understood the true meaning of Nobility. Nobility isn't simply power derived from blood. Nobility is the ability to use that power with grace. Nobles are our guarantee of safety and peace. By their hand their vassals live in freedom and safety. By their will, their lands prosper. They sacrifice of themselves to enrich the people that live under their rule. Just as Valon intended."

Kamzu

(Kamzu) Kamzu walks up the Walk with his guards. He stands tall and calm as he looks at the gates, the stands, and the stairs. He picks a spot with a clear view and stops there. He gives his sergeant a small hand sign to hold a neat line. He checks his axe with a quick touch. He speaks in a low voice to set their spacing. He nods to nearby folks in a polite way. Then he looks to the citadel gates and waits. This was not his kind of thing, but it was proper and appropriate to be there for Imperial ceremony.

Antigone

(Antigone) In light of the grandeur of the occasion, Antigone has opted for slightly less practicality in dress than is her wont; her gown of charcoal-shaded silk is subtly worked with color-matched embroidery and she's traded her medical bag for a beaded reticule. This she clutches in both hands as the gates begin to open, expression set in pleasant neutrality as the priest begins to speak.

Udo

(Udo) As he is speaking, Udo's voice carries a warm and honest tone, and his expression is one of great joy. "Valon understood that being Noble meant sacrifice better than any throughout the history of our world. When the Third Greytide rose, he stood tall and took action. By his hand does the city of Sanctuary stand shining today, a beacon of hope for all who live in the Empire. And when the Greytide was poised to consume even Sanctuary, Valon's Nobility allowed him to make the choice to sacrifice of himself yet again. And so, he stepped into the Empyreal Gates, left his mortal form behind, and with a shudder, the Third Greytide was struck down by his righteous action! Valon toiled to set the finest example of Nobility he could, and without his teachings, his sacrifice, our Empire would indeed have fallen long ago."

Arrival

Umberto arrives.

Udo

(Udo) Udo softly points to Empress Koline, bowing slightly to her as he does. "I could see this same understanding of Nobility in Empress Koline even when she was a Princess training under her mother, our former Empress, may she rest in peace, alongside the best instructors in the Empire. Empress Koline knows that being Noble means sacrifice. Almost every moment of her time going forward will now be dedicated to guiding our Empire into peace and prosperity, and ensuring the freedom and safety of all her vassals. She understands, truly, the sacred example that Valon set in his day. That is why it is my solemn honor to be here today, as a Priest of the Cult of Valon, to offer Valon's blessing over the reign of our Empress Koline." With that, Udo strides calmly to where Empress Koline is seated and the crownbearer is waiting. With one hand, he graciously lifts the crown from the cushion held by the crownbearer, and turns to Koline, gently lifting the crown above her head. He turns to face the crowds and says, "With this coronation, I present to you, our Empress, Koline Otrese! Long may she reign!"

Sophia

(Sophia) Sophia climbs to the purple stands with her honor guard and a calm, easy grace. She pauses to thank an usher, then takes her seat with her back straight and her hands folded in her lap. Her eyes move over the crowd and settle on the gates, a small, steady smile on her face. She gives a quiet word to her captain to ease the file and keep them close, then she nods to nearby nobles in simple welcome. The queen sits very still, patient as the noise rolls like the sea below the walls.

Arrival

Gerald arrives.

Arrival

Eliza arrives.

Ada

(Ada) The sound of the crowd falls to a reverent hush as they listen to Udo, nary a peep to be heard. When he turns to the crowd and finishes, though? A great cheer goes up, a roar loud enough that the noise is surely heard at the very far side of the city.

Irreth

(Irreth) Perhaps it is naivety, but it's true to say that Irreth seems oblivious to both the Anadun designated guards -- known and unknown, thanks to Umberto -- looking after her and the rest of the family. Just as she seems oblivious to the potential danger. Given how many armed guards are present along the walk, and who the coronation is focused on, there's more than enough reason to believe she's safe. Especially after her gaze lands on Umberto. And then her gaze shifts to the gates, as the murmur of the crowd draws her attention. Her smile brightens at the sight of the Empress, then turns attentively to Father Udo. As that roar in the crowd rises, her head turns to murmur to those close to her in the stands.

Dietrich

Dietrich stands off to the side so he can be admired and to admire. There is a glance given to the child that runs down the way but they are taken. The silence causes him to shift a bit to the side and back. Surely, he can't /already/ be bored. His lips stay in that same curved smile. It's as if he knows the punchline already, but forgot to tell everyone the joke. When Koline is announced, he claps his hands. His deep voice booms out easily and with practiced ease of projecting. "Long Live Empress Koline Otrese! Long may she reign!"

Alethea

Alethea hooks the lacquered shaft of her fan in the crook of her elbow and nips her silk gloves off so she can hook her forefingers in the corners of her mouth and add a sharp whistle to the chorus of cheers that erupt after Udo's speech concludes. ...She then squishes a palm into the top of her huge-brimmed hat to ensure it remains atop her crown amidst the hubbub.

Marek

(Marek) "Long may she reign," Marek echoes in a declaration given beneath the roar and cheer of the crowd, posture firm and straight as he stands beside his young nephew Boyar Sigitas, "Hail Empress Koline Otrese."

Sabine

(Sabine) Sabine watches, listens, watches. Until Udo is done and the cheer erupts. She herself remains silent, instead dropping to one knee, and bowing her head towards the empress in all the hub bub.

Kimon

(Kimon) With the declaration made, Kimon applauds right along with the rest of the crowd, commemorating the moment with those in the stands. "Well, that was short and sweet," he comments to Melissa beside him, on the brevity and conciseness of the speech. "Hail Empress Koline Otrese!"

Urumil

Urumil pausing in the quiet conversation about the spectacle before them Urumil adds his voice to the cheers. "Hail Empress Koline Otrese!"

Sigitas

Sigitas listens to Udo's speech closely and attentively and when the crowd starts to cheer he joins in and adds his voice to the chorus "Hail Empress Koline Otrese!"

Eliza

Eliza has been here the whole time what are you talking about. In a dress made of such pristine white lace that she can't actually sit so she's just been mingling and watching the whole show with unabashed joy, "Woo! Long live the Empress!" she shouts with a plethora of exclamation points and bouncing. "I know her," she asides to some random person beside her. "Woooooooo!"

Crescentia

(Crescentia) Crescentia is both engaged in a quiet conversation at the White Stands as well as giving her attention to the Coronation. When Udo gives his blessing, she takes pause in her polite conversation to give her full attention to the priest as well as the Empress. When the cheers begin to erupt, Crescentia is right along with them, celebrating in exaltation "Long may she reign!" followed by her own applause to mix and mingle with the crowd that has gathered far and wide.

Koline

(Koline) Once the crown is atop her head, Koline gazes out at those assembled, realizing a moment for which she's been preparing for quite literally her entire life. Those close enough might notice her murmuring something to Udo, but with all the cheering and crowd noise, it's definitely a private word between the pair. Rather than ride in a coach, it seems that she's going to perform the ritual procession on her own two feet, by walking to Triumph Plaza. Her Imperial Guardsmen widely flank her, ready to rout out any troublemakers or bravely hurl themselves in the path of an oncoming tomato.

Emil

(Emil) "Hail Empress Koline! Long live the Empress, long live the Empire!" Emil likes a good cheer as much as the next guy and even stops taking notes for a moment to properly cheer. Then he goes back to his diligent recording.

Melissa

Melissa tilts her head towards Kimon, nodding to his words as she joins in the clapping with the rest of the gathered. "The best things often are," she responds. "I wonder if she will be too busy to join the Festival. Im sure she'll find the time," as if the newly crowned Empress doesn't have a million and one things to do. She doesn't appear to be the shouting type though, so she seems more than content with just the clapping.

Bernadine

(Bernadine) "Long may she reign!" Bernadine calls after her sister, taking her que from the more social of the two Salfeld sisters. Then she attempts to shrink back down into her seat.

Umberto

(Umberto) Umberto doesn't call out with the other crowds, his eyes instead sweeping to see who he can see who does call out and doesn't call out. Making mental notes of where allegiances may lay and feelings shift. One must keep ahead of business when the business is often involving imperial ambitions and the like.

Orestes

(Orestes) Following his queen and her guard, Orestes makes his way to the stands. A deep burgundy tunic flows from his shoulders to just below his hips, paired with emerald-and-black striped breeches, and a golden pendant hangs from his neck. As cheers for Empress Koline erupt, he turns around briefly to join them. "Long live the Empress!" Climbing the steps, he greets the other nobles with quick smiles as he walks past them until reaching his sister. He bows before her, and as he straightens, a warm smile accents the corners of his mouth.

Kamzu

(Kamzu) Kamzu snaps a sharp salute, hand to heart, eyes bright. The cheer rolls over him like surf. He lets out a deep, rough roar from his belly. It cuts through the noise for a breath, proud and clear. He lowers his hand and sets his feet again. A small smile touches his mouth as he looks to Empress Koline and gives her a crisp nod, even though she is likely far too busy to notice, but his silent signal of acknowledgement was for himself, not for her. Actions spoke louder than words and he would need to prove his worth with what he did for Koline's reign. His shoulders square and he stands like a spear in the earth with steady hands and a clean blade.

Ada

(Ada) Apart from the silent if reverential presence of the Companions, the noise continues unabated. The high spirits get higher. For the overwhelming majority within the empire, this is a good day. The stability is to be celebrated. It is 8 April 632, six hundred years to the day since the rulers of Adana, Dyria and Hana first formed the empire. It has been six hundred years of relative peace and safety. From the jubilation, most surely expect nothing less than six hundred more years of peace.

Koline

Koline walks at a deliberate pace. A hurried gait would speak just as ill of her imperial bearing as one too lax. One can only imagine the rehearsals she must have undergone, in order to find just the right walking speed for an imperial procession. As Koline walks, she looks into the stands, gazing on the faces of those present with a small but gracious smile. People of less dignified nobility might grab someone next to them and claim 'the Empress saw me!' but rest assured: if you think the Empress saw you in the stands, then she definitely saw you in the stands.

Udo

(Udo) Udo strides across the dais and sits on a plain cushioned stool placed specifically for him, his old age making processions a bit troublesome. He looks on as the Empress continues her procession, his face beaming with hope for the future.

Eliza

(Eliza) "See, see?" Eliza prods the poor person next to her, beaming, "She looked right at me!"

Bernadine

Bernadine suddenly shouts from where she is on the sounds, not seeming to realize she is yelling, "Twice as big as a POLAR BEAR!"

Irreth

(Irreth) It is only as the Empress Koline moves past her in the stands that the Sufet Irreth rises. She touches a hand to her chest -- over her heart, if one is paying attention -- and dips her head. Whether or not she catches Koline's gaze is irrelevant; the sentiment remains the same. "Long may you reign," she murmurs as if she were speaking personally to the Empress, before the Hadashi noble gracefully reclaims her seat.

Umberto

(Umberto) Umberto watches as the procession starts to pass him, and even with his often stern and right-to-the-point personality, where he might try to distance himself from the nobility he works for, he turns his gaze towards Koline. His eyes follow the newly crowned Royalty, wondering what she holds for the future of the realm. And what kind of business she might generate.

Alethea

(Alethea) While everyone hoots, hollers, and otherwise creates a delightfully positive ruckus on behalf of the newly crowned Empress, Alethea crouches low toward a child in the crowd. She offers a wafting of her fan -- and also, the shade of her crazily wide-brimmed hat -- to comfort the youngster's overheated red cheeks and sweat-soaked brow until the worst of their torment is abated. Sweeping the half-a-dozen year old child up then onto her hip, she encourages him to join in the festivities and they sing-song praise for Koline together.

Ada

(Ada) Ahead of the procession -- too far ahead to be within any sort of striking distance of the imperial procession -- a few figures wearing red and yellow abruptly surge towards the cordon of city watch lining the walk. None are armed, and the surprised watch grapple with them. One of them, a slightly overweight chap somewhere in his 40s, wearing a fine red hat, makes it through, stumbles towards the centre of the Walk, and abruptly prostrates himself there. "Your imperial majesty, we wish to swear fealty! We wish to swear fealty! Your majesty!" Closer examination of his garb would reveal his colours to be those of the County of Ania, a minor polity, unremarkable but for its wine, in the southeastern part of the Purple Coast. His presence elicits a prompt reaction, as a few of the watch close in, the man's confederates already detained, but with evident uncertainty among their number about how to proceed.

Emil

(Emil) Well, now Emil has something to record other than possibly humorous commentary on fashion. He squints through his spectacles and watches with great interest and a busy pen.

Sabine

(Sabine) Well that is a disturbance. And so Sabine's head tilts towards it, taking it in silently. Then a slow shift, starting to make her way down towards that direction. Calm, unhurried. Though apparently ready to act on whatever command the Empress may or not may give about this disturbance.

Crescentia

(Crescentia) Crescentia is about to say something to her sister and bid those she conversing with adieu when she hears the commotion and shouting out to the Imperial Majesty. The socialite pays close attention to what is unfolding in the public eye. A territory seeking to pledge fealty. Her curiosity is piqued.

Koline

Koline stops in her tracks at the interruption of her stately walk. She lifts a hand to stop any walking with her, as well. As cool and collected as she's willing herself to be, she can't hide the surprise on her face at... well, a man prostrating himself and wishing to swear fealty. She stays still and silent for a long moment, long enough for her guardsmen (and guardswomen) to establish order. "Who interrupts my procession and approaches the Empress unbidden?" she asks, her voice loud and clear. Any anger or upset that she might be experiencing is being wadded up and stamped down out of view. This is a time to look like she's got this handled. So hopefully, she does. She does motion for Udo to come closer, though, to help her receive this surprise guest.

Antigone

Antigone has applauded when appropriate, joined in the chorus of long-lives with subdued but earnest excitement, and watched the procession pass with aplomb. But her steadfast calm wavers when the figures in red and yellow approach, leaning forward in her seat in the stands like she could possibly do anything besides slap a plaster on someone. Realizing this, she looks around at the others seated near her, trying to figure out if this was something everyone else was prepared for.

Dietrich

Dietrich turns his green eyes towards the chap in front of the Empress. A lone dark brow arches up above his left eye as he watches the desire to swear fealty and then to Koline for her reaction. Him? Nah, he's just slowly letting his smile fall as he calculates how to save the party if needed.

Udo

(Udo) Upon seeing the procession halt, and his Empress beckon, Udo rises from his stool and marches down the road to their location, his single arm tucked into the fold of his robe. His pendant swings as his gait is rapid, not wanting to keep the Empress waiting. "My Empress how might I be of service?"

Marek

(Marek) Observing the state of the Imperial Guard, Marek Sikorin doesn't reveal any worry. But he does turn to his noble nephew in the stands, leaning in and murmuring something before he slowly starts to make his way down and through the crowd, closer to the procession. He's alert and cognizant, followed by a pair of Lonin retainers.

Urumil

Urumil frowns as the procession is brought to a half. Half rising from his chair as he attempts to work out exactly what might be going on down on the streets. "Do you think she will accept?" he half whispers to Irreth as he finally settles back into his seat. "There must be a catch the size of a diretiger for him to take this path."

Ada

(Ada) The group in yellow and red aren't even trying to struggle with the watch, who have them firmly detained. The hubbub among the crowd hasn't dissipated entirely, but it has certainly gone quieter, as people strain to listen. Some noisily pass comment on the impropriety of the interruption. The man on the ground lifts his head, risking a look up at Koline, and at the Guard. "Your imperial majesty, I am Lord Aldo Rivan, brother to Countess Ciandra Rivan, of Ania, in the Purple Coast. My sister sends me to ask that you accept our oaths, your imperial majesty." He does not go so far as to present the reason for this request by people from halfway across the continent.

Sabine

(Sabine) Sabine watches, Sabine stands, Sabine, as of yet does nothing to interfere. Just tall and straight, and knightly. But she does say one word, to be lost or not in the noise of the crowd and the disturbance itself. "Rin."

Irreth

(Irreth) While Irreth does not rise, she does reach out a hand to touch Urumil's arm, lightly, as her gaze, too, focuses on the events laid out in front of the newly crowned Empress. "I am not certain. Do you recognize his colors, Urumil?" for the mariner is far more traveled than she. Chances are good they're too far to hear the words, though /purple coast/ will surely make its way around the crowd, soon. "Whoever it is, they seek to push an answer from the Empress, in a situation where she cannot evaluate the reasoning or consequences. I would not lightly accept such an attempt."

Alethea

(Alethea) Intrigue and maybe even amusement knock at one of Alethea's arched, sable eyebrows when the man throws himself down before Koline. She fluffs the fan in the child upon her hip's face to keep him entertained, but her interest is obviously trained upon the interruption to the coronation's parade.

Kamzu

(Kamzu) Kamzu hears the shout and turns his head. He lifts two fingers to his sergeant and the line shifts to make a clean lane. He walks a few steps toward the stir of red and yellow. His face stays calm and even. His eyes measure distance, exits, and the hands of the man on the ground. He holds where the watch can see him and where he can move fast if needed. He looks on, wondering to himself what hope this realm could have to join the empire when they are so far from the empire, specifically with the expanding Dominion of Rin between them. He is uncharacteristically curious to see where this goes.

Koline

Koline looks to Udo for a moment after Lord Aldo speaks. It's a silent question: does Udo, in his age and accumulated wisdom, have any reason to voice doubt as to what Aldo is saying? Her gaze turns right back to Lord Aldo afterward, though her ear is on Udo, so to speak.

Kimon

(Kimon) "Under what duress is the request made, I wonder," Kimon says aloud to no one in particular, though perhaps Melissa since he's seated next to her. "I can't imagine doing this here and now was an unpressured choice."

Umberto

(Umberto) Umberto has never been to the Purple Coast, but he knows some of their wines well enough. He rumbles in thought as these foreigners bed to pledge fealty, and he can only imagine the kind of troubles that will come if the Empress allows them to do so. Foreign entanglements means business though! The mercenary watches with sharp eyes.

Udo

(Udo) As he arrives, Udo is keenly attentive to the conversation, his ears still as good as the days he was a Knight himself. He offers a bow and a quaint smile to Lord Aldo, before saying, "Lord Aldo, I am Father Udo of the Cult of Valon. As this is the official coronation and procession of our Empress Koline, I would suggest that we allow the procession to complete, and I can assure you that our Empress will have time to hear what you have to say after the procession. I am sure this can wait until then." He bows again to Lord Aldo before whispering something to the Empress herself.

Melissa

(Melissa) "It is a big risk, doing it here and now, and perhaps they wish to use that to sway her decision. Only the truly desperate would risk their lives to ask such a request, knowing all too well how much security is at hand to protect the Empress during her Coronation," Melissa says to respond to Kimon's words. "It will be an interesting addition to the history books in any case, so for their sake I hope they have a strong reason to back their decision to do so now."

Crescentia

(Crescentia) Crescentia is speaking with her sister, Bernadine, Exalted Irreth, and Exalted Urumil regarding what is transpiring with Empress Koline, Father Udo, and this gentleman from the Purple Coast. In truth, she does not know too much other than wine, their location, and that some practice slavery. "I cannot help but wonder what has made this gentleman come out to speak with such urgency rather than to take a private meeting." Her eyes shift about the walk, looking here and there for anything or anyone suspicious. Crescentia purses her lips in thought.

Arrival

Emil arrives.

Koline

Koline inclines her head to listen to Udo, without taking her eyes off of Aldo and his crew. She nods once when Udo is finished speaking, and then takes a step forward. All her adult life, Koline has had a reputation for being able to finesse her way through every social situation. Time to put that to the test once more! "Lord Aldo, the Throne will not refuse loyalty that is freely offered." There's a pause, one half-beat. "However. Loyalty to the Throne demands proper oaths, and proper oaths demand proper ceremony. When the rites of coronation are fulfilled, the petition of Countess Ciandra Rivan of Ania will be received." She hopes that she's able to straddle the fence just right, accepting the symbolic loyalty while deferring any actual oath-swearing. But she's not about to let anyone see her sweat!

Ada

(Ada) Aldo touches his forehead to the ground, then raises it again. "Thank you, your imperial majesty. Thank you. Thank you, Father. Thank you. I thank you. Our people thank you, for they know that none shall challenge you, that you guarantee safety in an unsafe world." Aldo may be reading rather too much into the empress' words. He starts to stand after that, though his hat falls off in the process, and an errant breeze sends it slipping off down the Walk. "Thank you, your imperial majesty. Thank you, Father." Bowing, he starts to shuffle back towards the edge of the Walk - he bows a few more times on the way, for good measure.

Kamzu

(Kamzu) Kamzu glances to Melissa and takes a step in her direction, joining the conversation. "My concern would be the logistics of such a request." He nods to Kimon as pardon for inserting himself into their conversation. "If there is some dire emergency that has prompted this, the empire would be hard pressed to protect or support lands that far away. This is an incredibly risky request, especially if the rulers of that domain believe we have no right to their lands." He shakes his head and says, "This will definitely end poorly for someone..." He makes another motion of his hand and his guards disperse, blending into the crowd and taking positions.

Alethea

(Alethea) Passing the placated child aside to one of her Roses nearby, Alethea, still with arching brow and an impishly canting smile, considers the Ania and Koline at length. She threads her way through the crowd so she might observe the conclusion of the exchange, and the likely resuming procession, nearer by, picking her delicate steps like embroidery, so that she bothers no one with the brim of her still-far-too-broad-brimmed hat.

Udo

(Udo) Satisfied that he has served his Empress' needs, Udo bows to both Lord Aldo and Empress Koline before turning to march back to his stool on the dais.

Kimon

Kimon nods to Kamzu when he joins the conversation, not seeming to mind either the company or the additional perspective. "Perhaps, perhaps not. Without further information or understanding the threat that is faced, and from whom, it's difficult to tell. But it's very clear that they're afraid of something and are looking for protection. I'm very curious to know from what, or whom."

Sabine

(Sabine) Sabine watches a little longer, but it seems she is satisfied. Or maybe not, who knows with her stone face? Still there is a nod, and as Father Udo passes, a small motion towards him along with a nod back to the tower. But then she is wheeling, steps taking her off towards the stands. Almost certainly to terrorize someone.

Crescentia

(Crescentia) Crescentia looks to Bernadine once more, giving her sister's arm a squeeze. "I need to return home. I shall see you later?" She leans in to give her sister a quick kiss on the cheek then turns to Irreth and Urumil. "Apparently we like to keep things interesting in Sanctuary." The words are touched by a soft smile. "It was a pleasure to meet both of you and we will be sure to send correspondence about tea or dinner very soon."

Koline

(Koline) With the threat of Aldo's errant hat handled, those who are close enough to where Koline is standing can see her draw in a long breath through her nose. She exhales slowly, and by the time that her little breathing exercise is finished, she's regained the poise that an imperial procession demands. With that, she resumes her walk toward Triumph Plaza, not allowing that momentary and politically fraught interruption to ruin her graceful bearing.

Umberto

(Umberto) Umberto rumbles something to himself. No one can hear it. But some can assume. "Poor hat?" "Perfect Assassination Attempt?" "I hate horses?" Who knows! The Mercenary keeps to himself as he watches the procession continue on.

Ada

(Ada) Some of the good spirits return to the crowd as the procession resumes. Not entirely. Certainly not to the number brooding on the exchange. Others, though, seem content that the matter has been in some way handled, and a cheer goes up from among them as the empress sets off once more towards Triumph Plaza, with its neat paths and manicured lawns, and the grand statue of Valon and his Companions.

Melissa

Melissa shifts as she hears Kamzu's familiar voice and dips her head in greeting, "ah but everything is risky once, Exalted Kamzu. It takes time to adjust to any new situation but once you do it is only a matter of time before things smoothly process as if there was never a concern it wouldnt. We must trust in the ability of the Empire to shape to the new norm as time progresses, for the very creation of the Empire itself was a risk from the very start. Logistics is not that hard," because you know, she is the ruler of a large, important transit point. "Everyone should be heard, even if we can not give them all they ask for."

Bernadine

Bernadine looks up at Crescentia when she announces her departure. Berna's lips part, wobbling just a little, but instead of going into a full pout she juts her chin up and says, "Oh, fine, abandon me!"

Crescentia

(Crescentia) Crescentia gives her sister a little look and tilt of her head. "I would never abandon you, dearest Bernadine." The Salfeld departs from the stands and begins to make her way into the throng of attendees. Among them is Umberto of Gela. Cresentia is just past him when she stops and pivots. "Commander? Fancy seeing you here." She gives him a little tip of her head. There is much she can say to the mercenary but this is not the right place for such discussions. "You look well. Perhaps we can meet soon now that I know you are in Sanctuary, still."

Umberto

(Umberto) There is few people who can catch Umberto off guard. Crescentia manages it, as its rare for nobility to reach out to the commoner unless business is on the mind. He bows his head to the Salfeld. "Indeed my lady. I look forward to our next meeting." Obviously Crescentia is probably a secret assassin, which is how she manages to sneak up on Umberto.

Depart

Orestes departs.

Arrival

Alethea arrives.

Depart

Crescentia departs.

Koline

(Koline) At long last, Koline reaches Triumph Plaza! With that, the procession ceremony is finished, but the celebration is far from over, both in public and in private. The Empress herself retires to a balcony, to greet crowds and otherwise be observed.

Udo

(Udo) Udo stands and claps as the procession finishes, looking forward to the events in the coming days. He stands from his stool, steps down from the dais, and returns to the Chapel of Valon near the tower, his duties complete, for now.

Depart

Antigone departs.

Depart

Udo departs.

Kamzu

(Kamzu) Kamzu relaxes internally when the Empress continues on her way and he looks back to Melissa and Kimon. "Thankfully that turned out to be only a slight inconvenience." He nods at Kimon and says, "Whatever they are up against, whatever their issues are, it seems like they are in a tough spot." He nods at Kimon's assessment and muses, "But they know that if the Empire commits to what they want, we'd be obligated to get to them through the Kingdom of Rin to address a problem that they are very clearly having? Politically, that's a hardship that would likely draw us into war. Especially with that kingdom." He shakes his head and says, "The Empress is starting her reign with quite the dilemma. I do not envy her position, but I understand the burden of leadership."

Ada

(Ada) With the procession complete, the hawkers, peddlers, food vendors and others along the fringes of Citadel Walk (even today, they are still barred from Triumph Plaza) get right to the business of trying to sell to all the attendees. The delegation from Ania, in their yellow and red garb, are released by the Watch, and for want of a lot else to do, they mingle. The hubbub among the crowd returns. Some go to get a good look at the empress on her balcony, as if she is a very fine ornament.

Eliza

Eliza doesn't really know what to think of the whole interruption of the procession, but she certainly tells the man beside her about all the people she knows here, what they're wearing, what party they're going to afterwards, and after far too long she realizes he's not there anymore having taken some moment to slip away. Hm. Eliza scans the crowd for him but since she never actually looked at him completely, she's not really sure who he was so she shrugs and starts making her way through the crowd with a skip in her step, ready to start the parties the night promises! Along the way she reaches down to scoop up the hat that Aldo dropped earlier, giving it a little dusting off and looking it over.

Ada

(Ada) Aldo's hat is great! It is big, red, has a yellow feather in it, and is only a little sweaty.

Irreth

(Irreth) Irreth seems to nod to herself. "That it's unclear leaves room to move either way. Though the assumption of acceptance could well be dangerous. Well, let us not hope it's a foreshadowing of more to come." Urumil's amused look to Bernadine gets a gentle smile from Irreth. "He is teasing, my lady," she assures Bernadine. Sabine's approach and address of the Salfeld lady gets a nod, but no interruption from the Hadashi noblewoman.

Arrival

Emil arrives.

Alethea

(Alethea) Still with /her/ hat on, Alethea turns from her hawkeye observation of the procession's finale and the crowd swarming back into worker bee busy life. With a flick of her fingers, she gestures to a gaggle of Roses, who disperse from the overfull audience, but she herself lingers long enough to touch elbows and murmur greetings and other gossip with a few of the lessers still milling and loitering about.

Eliza

Eliza considers the hat, waves it about to release some of the sweat, then puts it on. It does not match her outfit at all, but as she tells the woman beside her giving the side-eye, "What? It's the coronation. Big hats are IN!" then with her head held high with her new big red hat, she heads off to what will be the first party of the night.

Emil

(Emil) Now that the interruption seems to have died down without anyone...dying, Emil puts away his notes and papers, and descends from the stand to mingle with the hawkers and the nobility, and, well, anyone who looks interesting. And Eliza _always_ looks interesting, so perhaps it's not too much of a surprise when he appears from the crowd with a small parcel of roasted and candied chestnuts. He offers them and says, "Lady Eliza. Lighting up the proceedings as per usual, I see. Interesting times, hmm?"

Marek

(Marek) As the swell of ceremony shifts and recedes from where Marek had been observing, the jubilant noise around the Tower of Valon softens into scattered conversations, shifting crowds and peddling vendors. Marek Sikorin does not immediately move. He waits, measuring the flow of people as though studying troop withdrawals. Only then does he turn, Lonin retainers by his side, to spot his nephew Sigitas back amongst the stands with a faint nod. But his deep-set, cloudy grey gaze wanders to some of the other nobility gathered, scanning faces and silken sigils alike.

Alethea

Alethea mingles a handful of moments longer, inviting those of means back to the Salon when the festivities have concluded, before she too departs.

Depart

Alethea departs.

Kimon

Kimon nods to Kamzu and says, "It's definitely far more complicated than what one can address in the midst of a ceremony. I'll be very interested to hear how things develop once the festivities are over." He then offers a smile and says, "But for now.. it seems as though the festivities do, in fact, continue." With only a moment's pause he offers, "Drinks?" Priorities, after all.

Eliza

(Eliza) "Aren't they always?" Eliza replies, brightening when food is offered and so she does partake of what Emil is offering, popping one into her mouth and politely chewing before speaking again, "Delicious, thank you! But yes, the coronation itself was extraordinary and the little bit at the end when the gentleman turned up to swear fealty was a nice touch. What do you think, planned or unplanned? I think probably unplanned but I wouldn't put it past a really good coronation planner to have that be a planned unplanned moment, you know?"

Marek

(Marek) Marek pauses briefly to let a cluster of foreign dignitaries pass, then continues up toward the Purple Adorned Stands with the slow, purposeful gait of a man entirely unfazed by spectacle. There, he halts at a respectful distance from Melissa and those gathered around her. The Voivode straightens, though he hardly needs to; his posture is already square, his wolfskin-lined shoulders carrying an air of martial authority. "Your Graces," he addresses the group, voice low and resonant, intended for all ears. "A fine presentation by Sanctuary. Worthy of the Empire, and worthy of the moment." His cloudy grey eyes sweep the assembly with calm, unhurried evaluation: courteous and calm, before coming to rest on Melissa, "Duchess Aetos. I've been meaning to visit Malthi for some time. Alas... the Expanse keeps our men busy." His pale lips twitch, but he doesn't smile.

Arrival

Urumil arrives.

Emil

Emil grins and takes a chestnut for himself. He eats in companionable attention to her words. Once his throat is clear, he says, "It was a lovely, dignified ceremony. As for the other...I would lean towards unplanned. Planned would have been a little less," he pauses, thinking, "desperate, I think. If it had been part of the ceremony, I think Her Imperial Majesty would have had a response in mind." He glances around at the crowds, then asks, lightly, "What would the Commonwealth do if something similar happened? I imagine it would be a...vote, correct?" It's curious and also a touch confused, like he's never considered voting on anything in his life.

Eliza

Eliza shrugs and adjusts her new hat to sit at a different angle, trying it out, "I do not concern myself with politics any more than I have to," she does not sound unhappy or ashamed of that fact at all. Rather the opposite, cheerful in her ignorance, "But that sounds mostly right. Everyone would have a vote and then the Grand Duchess would decide what she wants to do, which is usually what the majority vote was, I'm pretty sure. It's all very loud and long and a good use of the time of people who aren't me. If something were to come up that was very urgent like this, I'm not sure there'd be time for voting, though we'd all be wondering what threat they were under that it came to such an abrupt request."

Melissa

(Melissa) "Your brother was tasked with baby sitting my drink at the last social event and failed terribly. He had one job, Kimon," Melissa sighs heavily, "I never saw that drink again, and the Gods only know where it might have ended up." You cant find good family members these days. "Do you have a drink?" she asks the arriving Marek, offering a polite dip of her head in greeting along with the query. "It is a shame the Expanse has kept you so busy, Malthi is absolutely beautiful this time of year. We are hosting a Festival to welcome Spring. Not as exciting, i'm sure as what you are used to in the North but I assure you you'll have fun."

Kamzu

(Kamzu) "Indeed. The festivities can continue on high notes." Kamzu bows to Melissa and Kimon with calm respect. "It was a pleasant experience overall. I will take my leave to be about business while the revelry gets into swing." His voice stays low and clear as he offers simple thanks for the day. "Have a good evening." He gives a last look to the citadel gates and to where Empress Koline has exited with a firm nod. He straightens his cuffs and sets his hood smooth. Then he turns with steady steps and leaves the stands. The further he goes, the more his guards fall in around him, and he moves away through the thinning crowd with quiet purpose.

Emil

Emil gives the adjusted angle a brief but approving nod. The rest, he listens to without judgement but with intense interest. "So, the Grand Duchess might, in theory, make a decision and then return it to a vote of ratification after the fact?" He blinks, then waves his non-chestnut hand. "Sorry, no need to answer that, I'm simply thinking it through. But, yes, to give up one's sovereignty in such a dramatic fashion, something must be driving them hard. I wonder what..." Again, he pulls himself out of politicking mode, and his smile is a bit apologetic. "But, of course, not our direct problem. Have the coronation festivities been up to your standard, so far?" Now his smile is lightly teasing.

Marek

(Marek) Marek's cloudy gaze shifts toward Kimon at Melissa's lament, the faintest flicker of amusement ghosting through his expression - gone almost before it forms. The Voivode inclines his head a fraction in the young man's direction, a gesture both polite and sympathetic for one apparently defeated by a wine glass. "No drink, Duchess," he replies, tone grave but edged with a dryness that hints at a joke rather than a scolding. "I must set some example for my nephew. If he sees me indulging openly at imperial occasions, the lad will think our duty begins only after the cups are drained. A dangerous precedent." His pale lips tighten. Not quite a smile, but acknowledgement of his own humor. The General eases his stance, allowing the tension of parade-ground posture to soften slightly while keeping the innate authority of his bearing intact. "Malthi's beauty is spoken of even in the far, frost-bitten reaches of the Expanse. A spring festival..." He considers this, cloudy eyes lowering thoughtfully before lifting back to Melissa. "A welcome contrast to our northern drilling grounds. We may have enough time to attend before our return to Commonwealth lands." A beat, one brow lifting just slightly. "Do the drinks require guarding?"

Eliza

(Eliza) "You'd like my cousin Helena. She's got a solid head on her shoulders and knows all the intricacies of everything administrative. Have you met her yet?" Eliza asks with a big smile, "She'd probably love to talk to you endlessly about those kinds of things. While I would love to talk to you endlessly in general, I'm afraid your last question is more my style. I think the coronation festivities have been a ton of fun and am making it a personal goal to make an appearance at at least three after parties tonight! I'd go for four, but I think one just cannot make a real impression if you're just stopping by. How about you, Lord Emil?"

Kimon

(Kimon) "Well, your first mistake was trusting a party duty to a man who wishes nothing more than to escape the party," Kimon says to Melissa, offering an arm and saying, "Now, I, on the other hand, will likely linger until the last of them. So, should you require an overseer for your drink, I would be more than happy to oblige." He gives her a little wink and then dips his head to Kamzu as he takes his leave. "A pleasure to see you," he says in farewell. Kimon then turns to Marek and says, "Pity," about the drink. "But you should come to the festival if you are at all able." His smile then ticks up in amusement. "I'm certain that the drinks would be served well by a guard to ensure their safe transport and distribution." He looks over to Melissa for confirmation.

Emil

(Emil) And to be fair, Emil's eyes do light up at the thought of talk about _administrative things_. He's weird like that. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Alas, it is the curse of the administratively-minded that we spend rather a lot of time in rooms surrounded by papers, and not nearly enough time in the world, surrounded by company." He chuckles. "And that sounds like a worthy goal. I'm afraid mine are much less ambitious; I should like to stop by at least one, I think. But after that..." he pretends to sigh, "there is so much work to be done, Lady Eliza." And perhaps without meaning to, his eyes drift back towards the place where the Empress was accosted by the desperate foreigners. "But I will try to have some fun. Perhaps you can recommend one of the events, if only one could be attended?"

Eliza

(Eliza) "You should also meet Lord Theon Aetos then," Eliza says with a worldly nod, "He loves paperwork and seeks to talk of nothing else. If he talks at all. And hm," she taps a finger to her lips, considering, "I bet Lady Crescentia is going to host an amazing party--oh, oh! Do you know Lord Dietrich? He's a cousin or second cousin to the Empress and I'm sure wherever he's going to be tonight will be absolutely legendary," she looks through the crowd a moment as if she could conjure him out of thin air, "I'm sure I saw him earlier, but he's probably left to go prepare. Those are two very solid options, though! I may just follow them around all evening."

Melissa

(Melissa) "I find that a drink needs no guarding if the drink is finished before someone realizes you have it in the first place, though perhaps there must be a better solution to lost drinks than requiring one to guard them. Perhaps placing them in house plants around the room you're in like those little animals who store food for winter," Melissa comments to both her companions. "I was afraid Theon was going to jump out of a window, it was one of the greatest things I have ever witnessed," she then tells Kimon about just how much said brother wished to escape the party. Turning then back towards Marek with a very critical look, though there is just a hint of amusement, "I think the example you show to your nephew is that you lack a balance in your life and that will only lead to stress and sadness. Why do you hate your nephew so much you wish his life to be boring and uneventful?" Then she smiles again, "if you do not show up to the festival I will have a search party come find you specifically and you shall be forced to wear a flower garland in your hair as penence to Spring itself."

Bernadine

Bernadine pushes herself up from her seat, shifting to dip into a curtsey for both Irreth and Sabine, announcing as she does, "I apologize but I need to return to my studies."

Emil

(Emil) "Name noted, then," Emil says with a chuckle. "Sometimes paperwork can be very entertaining, you know." At least he says it like someone who knows that it's a very hard sell? "I thank you for the references. And the suggestion; I've met Lady Crescentia, briefly, and I've at least seen Lord Dietrich from afar, and his name is well-known." He takes another chestnut, then grins. "But I'm sure I'm keeping you from greater entertainments. As always, Lady Eliza, it has been a pleasure. Enjoy the festivities." He bows, to take his leave.

Eliza

Eliza tips her hat to Emil, "The same, Lord Emil! I hope we end up at the same party at some time tonight! I'll save you a dance and a drink!"

Depart

Emil departs.

Marek

(Marek) "To hear you both speak," Marek replies, dry as winter frost, "one would think the Empire teeters perilously on the edge of drink-stewardship and evasive window-jumping." His cloudy grey eyes drift briefly to Kimon, acknowledging him with a thin, knowing incline of his head. "I will take your counsel under advisement, my Lord. It seems I have underestimated the strategic importance of... drink security." Then, to Melissa, his tone shifts, still gravel-low, but with a subtle warmth beneath the dryness. "As for my nephew," Marek says, glancing back toward where Sigitas must be enjoying the festivities, "I assure you, Duchess, he will experience more than his share of 'uneventful' days once we return north. It is my duty to ensure he survives them." His deep-set gaze returns to her, a measured half-beat, pale eyes catching a glint of amusement. "Balance, however... is a lesson even I can stand to revisit. If attending your spring festival will satisfy those requirements, then I will make every effort to appear." "Though you must understand," he adds, deadpan, "that in the Expanse, wearing flowers in one's hair is considered a sign that a man has been concussed. I would prefer not to alarm your guests. But if it comes to that," Marek concludes, "I trust the Duchess Aetos will select a garland suited to my... features."

Irreth

(Irreth) Up in the White Stands, Irreth rises to her feet. She's tall enough for a woman that she can draw the eye, her twilight-blue and gold gown enough to pull attention, but it's her graceful elegance that marks her, as she dips her head to Sabine, murmurs something to the First Companion, and proceeds to make her way down the stands to the ground. From there, it's not long before she disappears into the crowd, shadowed no doubt by her Honor Guard.

Depart

Irreth departs.

Depart

Eliza departs.

Depart

Koline departs.

Melissa

Melissa nods towards her cousin as he seeks his exit to go find that promised glass of something, giving Marek her full attention which certainly isnt a good thing for anyone. "So you have never jumped from a window?" That seems like a very good place to start getting to know someone you don't actually know much of in the first place. "I know where a few of them are if you have not and wish to change your answer from no to a new experience." She easily takes a step forward and places her hand into the crook of Marek's unoffered arm, as if she might actually be escorting him to the window he is now expected to jump out of. But no, just to one of the wine sellers in the area, and she looks from the merchant to Marek then back to the merchant, and then to Marek and just smiles expectantly.