(1311-03-20) Dragon Celebration
Summary: House Rousse cordially invites you to a little celebration at Rousse Mansion in Marsilikos in honour of the new Vicomte de Draguignan, Drake Rousse, and his betrothal to the Princess Rajiya Jadeja of Bodhistan.
RL Date: March 20, 2019
Related: Any to do with Drake and Rajiya.
aidan aimee arabelle armandine belmont drake farah philomene rajiya 

Dining Room - Rousse Townhouse
The dining-room is paneled in softly gleaming walnut, set with medallions showing the arms of House Rousse and other delicate examples of a master carpenter's art. The parquet floor underfoot is almost completely eclipsed by a large, complex, many-coloured Akkadian carpet. A quartet of panoramic and gloriously mendacious oil paintings of famous historical sea battles are placed two apiece upon the longer walls, above marble-topped tables and commodes of marquetry and gilded bronze. At one end of the room tall, many-paned windows facing the courtyard are (according to the hour of the day) framed or shielded by drapes of heavy crimson brocade. At the other end their positions are balanced by mirrors framing an enormous fireplace of porphyry and gilt. After sunset light comes courtesy of candles in gilded sconces with looped crystal beading, and a chandelier above.

The table itself seats twenty-four on an ordinary day, or thirty-two with the extra leaves put in and the extra chairs (armless, gilded, upholstered in the same crimson brocade as the curtains) gathered from where they stand against the walls. Its monumental mottled golden-and-white marble surface is inlaid at each place with the image of a fanciful, stylised, absurdly intricate bouquet of roses and lilies, in coloured stone: however, this inlay is never seen, being perpetually shrouded in a series of linen tablecloths edged with the finest Valenciennes lace.

Those surfaces not required for the relaying of foodstuffs from kitchens to table (and, in addition, recessed shelving between each pair of paintings) are employed in the display of some previous, notable Rousse's collection of porcelain from Ch'in. Far from being treated as museum pieces these precious, fragile, blue and white or lavishly coloured bowls and vases and urns are constantly filled with unscented flowers, to brighten every meal.

The entrance in the corner, hidden in the paneling in the corner farthest from the doors to the great hall, is solely for the use of servants.


Scene Set:
The Rousse Estate has been decked out for the fete tonight, celebrating the rise of Drake Rousse to Vicomte de Draguignan, and his betrothal to the Princess Rajiya Jadeja of Bodhistan.

Flowers, both cut and potted, have been brought in from greenhouses to decorate the place with their aroma and vision. Cloth in crimson and black drape from the balustrades and ceilings. The salon has been crowded with extra seating pulled from the dining room that has been turned into an area for dancing. On one end is the small stage for the group from Lis d'Or that have been hired to provide music for the evening. Doors from the Dining Room has been left ajar, to allow guests to take a round in the garden when they need a break from dancing, and to draw in cooler air for those within still moving to the music.

Refreshments can be found in the salon for those in search of food or drink. Food itself has been arranged in a fingerfood buffet that needs no servant to serve. Draguignan's rare Dragonblood wine is offered, along with various other wines from the region, to drink. Those that might be interested in trying selections of spicier, exotic fair would find both food and drink that hail from Bhodistan being served as well.


The evening of the much anticipated celebration at Rousse House has arrived. The hallway is bathed in the glow of many torches, leading the way towards the equally brightly lit great hall. A dais has been erected for whatever performers may be entertaining later. A table is groaning with finger food to still the first hunger of the newly arriving guests. Servants make sure that everyone is generously served with finest dragon blood wine. In the middle of all this stands the young couple in whose honour this event is taking place, Drake Rousse and his beautiful Bhodistani princess. As of today, Draya is officially a thing in Marsilikos.

—-

A guest arrives, and perhaps she dressed deliberately in foreign attire. The olive tone of her skin suggests at least foreign blood, and black is the hair that has been gathered in a long braid. She wears a long-sleeved dress of Akkadian fashion, dark purple with a subtle white and red ornaments running along the hemlines. A belt of silver links sits loosely between waist and hips, held in place by a belt buckle shaped in the shape of a tiger's head. Farah Shamabarsin of Khebbel-im-Akkad arrives before Drake and Rajiya and offers a curtsey to them, a gesture of d'Angeline courtesy that looks a little odd with her choice of garments. "I am here to offer congratulations on behalf of my family, and the khalif of Khebbel-im-Akkad," the young woman tells them with a confident smile, her words tinged by the foreign accent of her home country. "Lord Drake. Your Highness." She smiles towards Rajiya and takes her hand, adding some more words in Akkadian towards the Bhodistani princess. "I wish you joy, even if the wedding itself is still some time away.", is added in d'Angeline after a moment, for Drake and all others to hear. A sheepish smile is offered to the new Vicomte de Draguignan. "And congratulations, on receiving your title, my lord."

—-

Standing with Drake, the princess is dressed in a gown that blends both Bhodistan and d'Angeline fashion. The red gown is embroidered in black, dragons dancing around the hemlines in honor of her betroths coat of arms. Receiving the guests that arrive, Rajiya is polite, smiling and offering warm greetings to each in turn. When Farah arrives, the smile is warmer still for the other foreigner, her hands to clasp those of the Akkadian. The words spoken to her are returned in kind before she switches to d'Angeline, "I am glad that you could come. I hope to meet your own betrothed sometime soon!" And yes, Draya is a thing.. ship it! Embrace it!

—-

A redhaired woman stands to one side by the dais, turned away from the crowd. She bears the marque of Coquelicot, just visible under the ties of a deep violet gown of embroidered silk. She is currently handling a long wooden case, blue velvet just visible as she opens it to retrieve a wooden flute. Taking it out gently, Aimée runs a soft cloth over the instrument for a moment, adjusts the head, and sets it back down before stepping away, and turning towards the rest. Round blue eyes take in the guests as she stands quietly to one side.

—-

Belmont arrives without escort for the evening. The handsome Eisandine nobleman wears a fashionable doublet in black and purple with the silver dragon of House Delaunay embroidered upon the front. A charming smile is offered to the beautiful foreign looking woman standing beside Drake, and Belmont dares indeed to reach for her hand for a gallant kiss of greeting. "Your highness. I am enchanted. House Rousse must be very pleased with the match. I am Belmont. Belmont Eresse Delaunay, and I bring you the congratulations of my wife Gabrielle, Vicomtesse de Rognac and the heiress to Comtesse de Delaunay. Pleased indeed." Those last words he echoes in a somewhat impressed murmur, as he lets his grey-blue eyes drift over Rajiya's pleasant frame. "You have Somerville blood, haven't you?" There is a moment where his nostrils flare just so, before Belmont turns his attention to Drake and offers a respectful bow to the young man of similar age to himself. "Lord Drake. My congratulations — or should I say condolences — to your newly acquired duties as Vicomte. It can be taxing, and there are times when I am glad that the majority of Rognac's responsibilities rest upon the shoulders of my wife. Enjoy the time of your betrothal, time tends to fly, and before you even know it, you are already chained in matrimony.", Belmont says with a grin, patting Drake lightly on the shoulder.

—-

"Welcome, Mylady.", Drake greets the stranger from Khebbel-im-Akkad, "So pleased you could come and enjoy Rousse hospitality." He turns to Belmont next, a man he has rarely spoken to before. "And welcome to you, too, Vicomte and thank you for your wife's wishes." He chuckles softly. "The duty of Vicomte may yet prove to be taxing, but for now I welcome them, because without them, I would not be receiving you now with this marvel at my side." He nods briefly to Rajiya with a grin and chuckles. "I suppose those chains will be inevitable at some point and there's nobody I'd rather be chained to. Now if you excuse me -" He ducks away briefly to greet the cousin he's spotted near the dais.

—-

"He should come around later," Farah mentions in optimistic guess. "Lord Marco is quite busy of late. It is hard to catch him for a moment of conversation. But I suppose, it comes with his title, and that he has his chambers at the palace…" She smiles, and there is a glitter in her dark eyes, perhaps pondering to add more, but then deciding against it. Her gaze brushes Aimée who is standing at the side, and the Akkadian woman lifts her brows in curiosity. "I wasn't aware that courtesans were invited. Or are they here to entertain?", she wonders, and her gaze follows Drake as he seems to approach said Coquelicot courtesan.

—-

Rajiya would introduce Drake to Farah, "She is engaged to the Vicomte de Toulon, Marco de Mereliot." A reminder of such things. The smile is then turned to Belmont as he arrives, a dip of her head offered as he kisses her hand, "Thank you for coming, and yes, for the words from your wife." As he teases Drake, she chuckles softly, gaze to lift to meet that of her betroth's, "Nor is there any other that I would wish to be chained to either." Turning to answer Farah's question when Drake steps away towards the Courtesan there, she ohs, "That is one of Drake's cousins, Aimee no Coquelicot. There are a few others who will be playing the music later for dancing." But, to return to Belmont's question, she nods, "My mother was a Sommerville, as was a distant grandfather of mine."

—-

Belmont is all smiles, grinning even, when he hears Drake's counter. "Oh, some of the duties can be quite pleasurable, while of course taxing…", he jests with an easy smile, shooting Rajiya a quick glance to make sure she is not offended. "Chains are favored by some, and yes, I understand why you are happy. With such pleasant prospects…" He snatches a glass of wine from somewhere and raises it in some sort of toast. "To new alliances, and bonds, be they chains or just the invisible bindings of marriage." Catching Rajiya's explanation, he chuckles and nods. "I wasn't mistaken then. To your return home, and you will find it to be home, given that you have d'Angeline blood!"

—-

Drake ahs when Farah's betrothed is revealed and nods. "The hour is still early." He raises his own glass in response to the toast and grins. "To new allegiances and bonds! And yes, this is indeed my cousin Aimée, though we haven't yet worked out how exactly we are related.", he explains with a chuckle, "She will entertain us with some lovely music for a while. Later we shall have a singer who sings like an angel."

—-

"Thank you Lord Drake," Aimée says brightly, inclining her head in turn to each of those around them. "We are cousins though, of one sort or another, and that I daresay is well enough." "Your Highness, Milday, Milord, a pleasure to meet you all."

—-

Taking up a glass of wine, Rajiya lifts the glass to the toast, smiling quietly, "I am glad to be here, home. And it has become home, now more than ever." A sip is taken of the rich red wine, savored as she glances towards Aimee and her betrothed as they discuss their relationship.

—-

Farah looks towards Aimée, and her smile is not unkind. "Glad to meet you, my lady." She accepts a glass from a servant and raises it, joining in on the toast. "Glad to meet you all."

—-

The party is in full swing. In the centre is a small group comprised of Farah, Belmont, Rajiya, Aimee and Drake. Introductions have been made and people are just getting to know each other. Drake smiles at Aimee: "Why don't you play us a few tunes now?", he suggests.

—-

Aimee inclines her head, happily answering, "Of course!" And with that the short redhead curtseys to the group gathered before her and turns back to the dais. It's only a few steps away really, but once there she lifts her wooden flute, raising it to her lips and very quietly plays a few test notes, the sounds warm and low as they alight on the air. Stepping up onto the dais, she stands not in the centre, but the stage right near the front, and raises the fluite once more. A deep breath is taken, and then she begins to sway just slightly, her body moving a few times before the song joins in.

<FS3> Aimee rolls Reaction+flute: Failure. (2 2 6 5 6 3 4 1)
<OOC> Aimee laughs, and spends a luck to reroll
Aimee spends 1 luck points on rerolling a failure.
<FS3> Aimee rolls Reaction+flute: Good Success. (7 4 3 5 3 2 8 2)

—-

Rajiya listens as Aimee begins to play, her glass of wine held in one hand. There is a slight sway of her own body given into, dancing slightly to the tune played by the courtesan. "Beautiful.." The word is murmured softly before attention may be snagged by another arriving guest that is greeted quietly by the princess.

—-

It's as unobtrusively as possible that Philomène slips into the party, taking full advantage of the attention paid to the flautist so she can limp awkwardly over to a corner, claiming a cup of wine along the way. She's perhaps hindered rather than aided by her choice of clothing, however, the deep chocolate brown of her well-weathered riding coat with its delicate paler embroidery standing out a whole lot more in a room full of people in their finest clothing than it would against the browns and greens of the countryside.

—-

Belmont is sipping wine, at ease apparently as he considers the lovely Aimée from afar. When she begins to play the flute he listens, thrilled with the performance. When she is done he applauds. "That was beautiful. Very beautiful…!" Grey-blue eyes consider the courtesan. "The flute-playing as much as the view."

—-

Drake looks pleased by the reaction to his cousin's performance and if she looks his way, Aimee will see his encouraging smile. He lets his eyes drift around the room to see how many of the expected guests have arrived by now and whether it may be time to serve dinner. It is then he spots the woman who's tried to sneak in and hide in the corner, so he calls out loudly "Lady Philomene! A sight for sore eyes!" while he walks over to greet her.

—-

Rajiya notices Philomene's arrival, giving the older woman a dip of her head should Philo look in her direction. No doubt, the princess will wince just a little when Drake calls out loudly in the next moment, amusement to show within her expression. Wine is finished off before she might ask of Belmont, "Where are your lands, Lordy Belmont? How long have you been in the city here?" Curious is she.

—-

The song is lively, and Aimée continues straight from one tune to the next. The instrument, being wood instead of metal, has a warm tone that eases into the background rather than standing out with its brightness. She makes eye contact with those who are looking, and continues on. She flushes slightly as she hears Belmont's words, then looks up once more, finishing the second tune with practiced ease.

—-

Philomène's fingers go to the bridge of her nose as she's called out, rubbing lightly before she drops her hand and offers a small inclination of her head to her overenthusiastic host. "Lord Drake," comes her altogether less clamorous response, smooth alto voice rarely above its regular speaking volume. "My thanks, of course, for your kind invitation." Well, she doesn't sound particularly thrilled to be here, but then when does she ever sound particularly thrilled? If we're honest, she only really does two tones of voice: dry sarcasm or asleep.

—-

Farah's dark eyes widen in appreciation of the music. The Akkadian intended of a Mereliot lord stands not too far from Rajiya. Fingers curl about the stem of the glass. Even if the exchange of glances between the courtesan and a lord elicits a lift of a brow from Farah.

—-

Drake is of course very much used to Philomene's tones and it doesn't stop him from smiling brightly. "Come, join us!", he urges, "Have you met Lord Belmont? And Lady Farah? And that's my cousin Aimée over there, who'S presently entertaining us with her flute. I asked the singer we met the other day to join us later for some music."

—-

"Your cousin does you credit," Philomène insists, letting her thumb run absently around the rim of her cup as she notes the lady and gentleman in question. What she does not do, in any way, shape or form, is make any attempt to move away from her corner and her wine in order to join the main body of people. "I believe I've met young Lord Belmont in passing, but I'm certain I should have remembered Lady Farah had I been introduced to her. A relation of your intended?"

—-

Belmont pulls his attention away from Aimée, when Rajiya addresses him. "The seat of the Comté is in Aix, to the northwest, and Rognac is located to the east from there. It is not where I hail from though. I was born a d'Eresse, my father was the baron of Beaucare, a title my brother Gauge now holds," he explains to Rajiya with a smile.

—-

Rajiya listens, and actually seems to at least have a good idea of the places that Belmont speaks of, "Have you enjoyed your stay here in Marsilikos, my lord?" As the music continues, she listens, but gives most of her attention in the moment, to the Viscomte, though briefly she does look to where Drake stands still talking with Philomene. Not to allow Farah to drift too long, she does speak to the other foreigner, "I hope things have been well with you, Lady Farah?"

—-

"Oh no, no.", Drake assures Philomene on the lack of relationship between Farah and Rajiya, "Same direction, vaguely. But the lady is from Kebbel-in-Akkhad (what's wrong with spelling it IRAN ffs). She's betrothed to Lord Marco de Mereliot. Lady Farah, this is a dear friend of mine, Lady Philomene Aiglemort de Chalasse, the Vicomtesse de Gueret and Lady of the Pineapple."

—-

"Oh yes. Things have been well.", Farah replies to Rajiya, grateful for the attention. "Lord Marco and I will soon fix the date, I suppose. What about the day of your wedding, Your highness? Have you already…?" And Farah finds her train of thought and the question interrupted. To Drake and Philomene, she smiles and performs a curtsey. "Vicomtesse. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." There is an Akkadian accent to her speech. Definitely.

—-

Philomène offers Drake a distinctly unamused side-eye as she's associated with tropical fruit, but offers Farah a polite smile and a nod nonetheless. "Likewise, Lady Farah, how do you do. I'm certain that Lord Marco couldn't possibly deserve you," she adds, lifting her cup for a moment before taking a long sip, watching the woman over the rim.

<FS3> Farah rolls Composure: Failure. (4 1 6 6 4 4 6)

—-

Now, that particular statement from Philomène makes Farah inhale through her nose. A tremble there in her lips, momentary only but nonetheless showing a faint crack in her façade of confident courtesy. "Umm… I daresay, that when it comes to matches, the advantages resulting from the alliance will weigh much more than the question of who is more deserving of whom…", states Farah and turns her attention then to her glass and the wine therein.

—-

"Summer." Rajiya would answer Farah as to when the date of her marriage to the Viscomte might be. "I can hope that my parents may even be here by that time." It would certainly be nice having them there to see her marry Drake, and give her mother a chance to reconnect to family. Falling quiet then as Drake makes introductions between Philomene and Farah, she turns find another glass of wine, though glances back to Farah upon hearing her reply and offering a quiet touch of fingertips to the other young woman's arm, "Do you like the wine, Lady Farah. It is produced by Lord DRake's family and is quite well known. It is called Dragon's Blood."

—-

Drake was going to let Rajiya field the question of what they or not have already and ignores Philomene's side-eye blithely. But when tempers start to get heated, he's quick to interject. "Now now, we all know that Lady Philomene has a terrific opinion of all males. If it were up to her, we'd all deserve to be married to donkeys.", he grins.

—-

"That's hardly fair, Lord Drake," Philomène replies easily, lips curving into an amused smile as she lets her gaze settle a moment longer on Farah before returning her attention to Drake. "I have an equally terrific opinion of most women. I like to think that my misanthropy is one of my more endearing features. And what the hell would a donkey ever do to deserve you, the poor thing?"

<FS3> Farah rolls Composure: Success. (6 3 1 4 7 3 4)

—-

"Summer…" Farah's eyelids flutter and her expression softens a little, as she meets Rajiya's gaze with her own. "Summer should be pleasant." Whatever disharmony had lingered in the air for a moment, seems to be successfully dissipated through Rajiya's efforts. "The wine… Dragon Blood? It tastes good." Nevermind the exchange between Drake and Philomène. Farah nods with a faint smile to the Vicomtesse. "You must have your reasons for your views and opinions. Allow me to form my own.", she says gently. But with that slightly harsh Akkadian accent.

—-

Rajiya nods, smiling to Farah, "It will be lovely with the garden blooming, though the duchess did offer to allow us to hold the reception within the palace." She rambles on, as if nothing is the matter, leading conversation along another path, "I saw one of the vineyards where such is produced. It is quite fascinating to see and learn about."

—-

"I'm sure a donkey will appreciate my cheerful countenance and friendly demeanor, even if you don't, Lady Philomene.", DRake grins at the woman, "But the young Lady is right, give her a chance to form her own bad opinions of the people of Marsilikos. Do you grow wine back home?", he then asks Farah directly, "What DO you grow in Kebbel-in Akkhad? Do you have stripey horses?"

—-

Aimée steps down from the dais after a few more tunes, some a bit slower, others more lively. Taking one of the proferred glasses of wine she walks towards the group chatting amicably, and pauses, awaiting an opening to join in the conversation.

—-

Philomène laughs quietly, inclining her head in easy acknowledgement. "I don't intend offence," she assures Farah with a half smile, "I just have a somewhat warped idea of what constitutes enjoying myself in social situations. I've not met the man and have no opinion either way. Unlike Lord Drake, who has very firm opinions about stripey horses and elephants." She takes a long sip from her wine, taking advantage of Aimeé's intrusion to draw attention away from herself, so she can claim a seat and slowly lower herself into it, her expression fixed into a carefully schooled neutral expression as she does.

—-

"Not much grows, apart from dates and figs," Farah replies to Drake, meeting his easy manner by lightening up her own. "At least no elephants or… zebras? If these are what you are referring to?" She chuckles actually a little at that. "We have horses though, a smaller sort than what you have here. Swift as the wind.", she remarks, lifting her chin a little. To Rajiya, she adds, "A wedding reception at the palace, now that sounds fitting and delightful. I shall have to confer with Lord Marco, where and when our own festivities shall take place, but I could imagine, it would happen sometime in summer as well." Her smile dims just a nuance. "These are exciting times, are they not? For anyone who is to get married will be faced with changes. In the case of you and I, it shall be for the better, apparently. As pleasant as Terre d'Ange is, and the pearl that is the City of Marsilikos…" Once more, her gaze flits towards Philomène and Farah inclines her head, in a wordless assurance that no offence was taken. But perhaps it was the Vicomtesse's blunt manner that managed to breach a carefully maintained facade.

—-

Belmont had fallen quiet for a moment, content to sip from his wine, while ladies of different nationalities had engaged into some feminine discord. Unable to catch the gist of such subtle undertakings, the Vicomte de Rognac lets his gaze wander instead. D'Angeline as he is, Belmont certainly is capable of appreciating beauty, and so he admires it, in the various people in attendance.

—-

She had promised as much during Ducal Court, and here she comes, even if a touch late! Armandine Mereliot, Lady of Marsilikos, Duchesse of Eisande. Her dress is of deep blue silk with embroidered golden fish, and her honey blonde hair has been gathered in a courtly do, which might facilitate the view of a fine necklace of gold with lapis lazuli, and earrings of matching design. A pair of young ladies follows in Armandine's wake, ready to wait upon Her Grace should it be required. Spotting the betrothed turtle doves, the duchesse will head right for them. "Lady Rajiya. Lord Drake.", Armandine greets with a warm smile, letting her gaze drift over the festively decorated interior. "This looks like a splendid occasion. Thank you for inviting me. It is not that often, that I visit the residence of House Rousse."

—-

The group is standing near one another, conversation being had. Laughing softly, Rajiya nods to Farah, "Zebras, yes. He caught sight of one that I had drawn.." And since then, been fascinated by the 'stripey horses'. Listening to Farah speak of her own homeland, she hmms, "I did not get the chance to visit there for long with my father, and for that, I am regretful." When Aimee approaches, she smiles to the Courtesan, "You play beautifully, Aimee. I did not know that you could make music."

—-

Aimée turns to Belmont, and curtseys politely, "You are Belmont Delauney I believe milord? I am acquainted with one of you cousins, Lord Aidan Delauney." She looks for a moment to Philomene and where she has separated to and offers her a smile as well, the courtesan rather happy following the performance. She turns to Rajiya when spoken to and answers, "Yes, albeit I am hardly an Eglantine, but it was suggested I come and play since I am a Rousse too." She curtseys deeply upon seeing the Duchesse as well before rising, her blue eyes looking about as she smiles proudly at the family home.

—-

Egads. Stripey horses and figs are forogtten when the Duchesse approaches with her entourage. Drake gives Rajiya a hurried and rather indelicate nudge to alert her - and hope she'll take over, being the diplomatic one of the pair. "Duchesse, what a honour!", he says and bows deeply to the lady, "Please allow me to serve you some dragon's blood…" And he quickly busies himself with the wine.

—-

Having claimed her seat in the corner, there are few things that would stir Philomène from it. One of those few things, however, ha just entered, trailed by two ladies in waiting. Taking a moment to inhale, she sets her jaw and rises awkwardly to her feet once again, dipping her head in place of a more formal curtsey. Perhaps it might be forgiven, under the circumstances. She does, at least, tug straight the cuffs of her somewhat shabby riding jacket, to make some attempt to look presentable which she'd not bothered with for just Drake and Rajiya and their guests.

—-

Nudged is Rajiya, who turns to see what has Drake all worked up. As dark eyes alight upon the Duchesse herself, the princess bows her head, giving a quiet curtsey to the woman, "You honor us with your presence, Your Grace. " As Drake goes off to fetch Armandine a glass of the famed wine, she will make introductions to those gathered nearby, "You of course, know Lady Farah.." She then moves on to introduce Philomene, Belmont, and then Aimee.

—-

"Belmont Eresse Delaunay," the same introduces himself to Aimée, looking pleased that she elects to address him. "Lord Aidan is no blood relation, as I married into House Delaunay last August." There is a flicker of modesty there, in those eyes, but the pleasant smile remains in place, as Belmont studies the Coquelicot. "A Rousse, hmm? And a Coquelicot. Companions, why have I not made your acquaintance before? I suppose, it was the lack of coin… and the one time I stepped into that salon, I didn't encounter you there." As the Duchesse appears, Belmont moves to the side, as to make room for Lady Armandine and her entourage, but his attention remains on Aimée. "So… is it that you have a weakness for those of House Delaunay?", he asks in a low murmur, clearly teasing her about Aidan in easy flirtatious banter. "Your musical skill quite surprised me, for you not being a Lis d'Or."

—-

Farah notes the arrival, and offers the Duchesse of Eisande a respectful curtsey, adequate for d'Angeline standards. "Your Grace," she murmurs, a faint rosiness taining her cheeks, as if caught in some inappropriate situation. Maybe because she preferred her Akkadian style to the d'Angeline when dressing for the feast at the Rousse Residence.

—-

"I have made a promise," the Duchesse counters towards Drake and Rajiya, "and so here I am. Belatedly so. But still, in time, I hope to fulfill my word. Vicomte de Draguignan." She turns to Drake. "Allow me to present you and your lovely intended with a small gift. It is nothing grand, but a symbolic acknowledgement of this betrothal." Armandine waves for one of the ladies-in-waiting to step forth, and there she does, presenting a small box, lacquered in a dark red color to the Rousse lord. "Please. Accept this from your Lady of Marsilikos. And understand that my offer still stands, for you to hold the festivities of your wedding in the great hall of the palace, once the day is there."

Once opened, the contents of the box will come into view, a pair of two silver spoons resting on a cloth of dark red samite. The spoons have the crests of House Rousse enamelled into the ends of the handles. They both are of obvious craftsmanship.

—-

Drake's cheeks flush with pride and joy when the spoons are revealed. "That is very generous of you, Duchesse, and very much appreciated. Thank you. Look -" He hands the box to Rajiya, so she can admire the spoons as well and to make another deep bow towards the Duchesse easier.

—-

Aimée laughs gently towards Belmont and admits, "You will not find me at Coquelicot much longer. I am finishing my training as a chirurgeon soon, at least enough to take a place at a clinic, and once I have, I'll retire as a courtesan. So you might be more susprised still to find out that the flute is merely a hobby, but not my life's work. The wooden one up there, it was actually a gift from Lord aidan, made by a Luthier here in the city, and really quite exceptional. It plays itself more than I play it. As for my apparent weakness for your brethren? I can neither confirm or deny that that might be the case." She smiles easily, and turns towards Belmont, ever he embodiment of the care and attention one would expect from her own Salon.

—-

As the gift is presented, Rajiya steps closer to Drake, to peer over his arm as he opens up the box. Spying the spoons within, she ohs softly, taking the box then in hand when it's passed to her so she might admire the crestwork upon them, "Thank you, Your Grace.." That said, she smiles, "And we would still be honored to take you up on that offer. We would speak with your steward to make sure whateve date we choose, will not interfer with anything you might have planned already."

—-

Philomène takes another deep breath as she resumes her seat, corners of her eyes displaying just a little tension despite her otherwise blank expression, at least until she's settled and can take up her wine again. She lifts the cup in ironic toast towards Farah, then drains what remains of it in a single swig and sets the cup down. Chin held high and features as sharp as her tongue, she settles one hand on each of the armrests of her chair. If it weren't for the sly look in her eye and the fact that she's currently easily outshone by the Duchesse, she'd look quite regal.

—-

A small group is gathered together where the Lady of Marsilikos and her small entourage has just recently presented Drake and Rajiya with a small gift in celebration of their upcoming nuptials. While Philomene takes a seat, Aimee and Belmont are talking with one another.

—-

"Is that so?", Belmont asks Aimée, looking a touch bewildered and maybe slightly disappointed. "So you are leaving service to become a healer? How very cruel, of someone who intends to heal, when such a statement is bound to leave hearts sore…" His hand reaches for hers and he lifts it to his lips. "Then I can consider myself lucky to have had the opportunity to hear you play…"

—-

The Duchesse of Eisande smiles when she sees her little present to well received. "Of course," she replies to Rajiya, "I am not certain what festivities are planned after May, but I'd say, the earlier you get in talks with my steward, the better." Letting her gaze sweep then, Armandine cannot help but spot Philomène, impossible to overlook her with her aura. "If you would excuse me…?" With her two ladies trailing behind her, the duchesse approaches the Vicomtesse de Gueret. "Good eve, my lady." Two women dabbling in politics, seasoned by age and experience cannot be unknown to each other. "How have you been?"

—-

She had intended on arriving on time. Best intentions always seem to never be met, such was how things went. The Viscomtesse de Nimes enters the dining room with a simple guard in tow, pausing in the doorway a moment and turning to him. "You can..se..set that on the tab..table." SHe notions to a small side table near her. The guard then proceeds to set a velvet back tied shut with a red ribbon about the size of a bottle down before nodding and departing. Thus, the young woman is left alone.

It is quite clear that Arabelle does not know many of the faces present, only having names of who might be there but unable to match them to a face. Nevertheless, she begins to make her way further into the room as not to block the doorway, a soft light tapping of her cane upon the floor. Her eyes look about for the hosts, trying to determine who they may be and when somehwat confident she has determined this, she begins to make her way towards Drake and Rajiya. However, it is quite clear she is waiting to be recognized as not to intefere.

—-

Aimée shakes her head, "Not Service, not entirely, just the Salon. I cannot offer my services to all of those who need healing while working for Coquelicot, rather than for myself. I trained as a Balm, in the healing of mind and body, and then simply continued on with medicine. I have always thought that, while I understand the rules within the Salons around our clientele, that Eisheth healed all who needed, and Naamah offered herself to those who asked. So I will leave the Salon, take what clients in Her Service as I choose, and heal the bodies of those who need it."

—-

As the Duchesse departs to annoy Philomene with her presence, Drake takes another look around and spots the newcomer by the door. "Mylady, welcome to Rousse Residence!", he calls out to Arabelle. He's clueless who she is, but he'll never chuck a pretty lady out. "Please help yourself to some dragon's blood. Have you met my betrothed already, the Princess Rajiya?" He nods to her, clearly intending to leave the newcomer in her care. Having spotted an old friend of his he really needs to catch up with.

—-

Well. Shit. Now she has to get up again. Honestly, it's like she's a damn yoyo this evening. Setting her jaw and gripping the arm of the chair until the knuckles turn white, Philomène forces herself upright once again as she's addressed. Once she's standing, however, the expression turns from the idly entertained smirk that's been a feature so far this evening as she needles and verbally spars with the various guests so far, and softens to a more genuine smile of mutual respect. "Your grace, good evening. I continue as well as ever, although I admit that these gatherings are not entirely my cup of tea. Have you some wine? It does dull the pain somewhat." The pain of dealing with people, the pain of her leg, or the pain of being the guest of Drake Rousse is anyone's guess.

—-

Aidan is only slightly fashionably late. And by slightly he's late. But he still arrives and carries a little box with him that he sets down on the table before he moves in to mingle with the guests although he does keep an eye out for people he might or should know.

—-

Rajiya smiles, nodding once again before passing the gift over to one of the household servants to put away for the couple. "We will discuss the dates together to decide on a few to put forth to your steward soon then." A promise made to the duchess with whom she speaks with. With the duchess turning away to speak with Philomene, and Drake calling forth a new arrival, it would seem that the princess is passed to Arabelle before she is ditched by the young Viscomte who spies a friend to disappear with. Men and their discussions! To Arabelle, she smiles, "Hello and welcome." She's already been introduced in a way by Drake.

—-

Armandine could have objected to Philomène rising to greet her. But she does not, allowing the older Vicomtesse this effort in expressing her respect. "You are looking like you are enjoying yourself," the Duchesse remarks. "At least, your presence here certainly must please our hosts." The latter part, spoken in genuine honesty. "Wine." The word is echoed, and in shifting emphasis a little turns into a command issued to one of her ladies. "Dragon's Blood. I remember Lady Jelene promoting it for the events of last year's tourney… It is delicious.", Armandine remarks. And finally, she seems to have mercy. "Maybe we can sit down for a moment."

—-

There is a proper curtsey given by the young Viscomtesse coupled with a soft nod of her head. "Your..hi..highness. It is a pleasure to fi..fi..finally put a face to your..na..name. I am Arabella d'Eresse. The..um..Vis..Vis..Viscomtesse de Nimes and only recent..recently so." She turns her head to make a notion to the gift she has brought on the table. "That is a bot..bottle of our sig..signature wine from Rhone Va..va..valley vineyards. Forgive me for…um..not..not bringing it to…to you." She offers a polite smile and grip the top of her cane a bit tighter, shifting her weight. "Congratulations on your…your en..en..engagement."

—-

Belmont seems to be relieved at some part of Aimée's reply. "I see," he says, nodding his head with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You seem to be a remarkable lady. Generous, and caring for those in need." There is a new arrival, and something in her speech makes Belmont raise his gaze and cast a curious glance towards Arabelle. "Hmm," he makes thoughtfully. "Speaking of need… Would you excuse me for a moment?"

—-

"Entirely an act, I assure you, your grace," Philomène insists with a sardonic smile in response to the accusation of enjoying herself. Or possibly to the concept that her presence here might please their hosts. Having already claimed the finest chair in the corner, the Chalasse hobbles to one side to allow Armandine to sit in her place, for her part dragging a slightly less lavishly upholstered one a little closer.

—-

"Of course, I daresay I also spy someone I should be saying hello to," Aimée answers, inclining her head respectfully to Belmont before letting her own feet travel over to where Aidan wanders. "Aidan,," she begins brightly, shaking her head playfully, "You missed the performance I'm afraid, but I have just met one of you family. He; however, is a Delauney by marriage."

—-

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Arabella." Rajiya offers then to the newest arrival. Following her gesture to the table where other gifts are set, she smiles and ohs, "I look forwards to giving it a taste later." It is not just mere words, but seems to be truthfully spoken by the Bhodistani princess. Taking notice of her cane, she glances about, then gestures towards a chair nearby, "Would you like to have a seat?" She obviously does not wish her any uncomfort.

—-

Aidan smiles and offers Aimee a nod of his head, "I've heard you perform and I'm sure I missed an amazing song." He looks around a bit, "Where's my family by marriage? Perhaps I should go say hi."

—-

"Tha..thank you. I think I might. At lea…least for a lit..um..li..little while." She offers another small curtsey and looks to a nearby chair, lowering herself onto it. "It's nothing r..real..really. Just been wa..walking a lot today." The cane is set down beside her and her glance surveys the room once more. She softly states more so to herself then to anyone. "I have no idea who m..m..most of these p..pe..people are." It is obviously quite clear that thr young woman is somewhat closed off from anyone outside from Eisande for that matter as her next comment would suggest. "I like your..um…cl…clothes." Words spoken to the Princess.

—-

"Please. I insist you reclaim your seat, my lady," Armandine insists, gently but determinedly refusing Philomène's gesture. She nods to one of her ladies to provide one of the less grand chairs for her, and sits down. "Never underestimate the regulating influx, our presence can have. And by that, I mean an air of experience that demands respect." Wine is brought and one glass handed to Philomene, while Armandine already received her glass of wine. There seems to be some sort commotion — or is it just an odd rhythm of speech? But Armandine's attention is diverted towards Arabelle and she lifts her brows. "How old were you when you found yourself in need of a cane…? This lady over there seems awfully young for such a fate."

—-

"Oh of course," Aimée answers, taking Aidan by the arm and leading him to where Belmont has gone in search of Arabelle. she keeps her hand in the crook of aidan's arm as they walk, leaning in to speak with him, "The audience did appear to like it. I also learned today that you are not the only one in your family with perhaps a weakness for my Salon." She looks up, her cheeks rounding out as she smiles brightly, teasing him gently.

—-

"Then please, take a seat." Rajiya would say to Arabella, turning to look about, to take in the various guests before overhearing the comment spoken by Arabella, "Ah, well, I can tell you the names of those I know." The offer is made before she might quietly point out Philomene who talks with the duchesse, Belmont who seems to perhaps be on his way over, and Aimee who stands with Aidan. Even the foreign Farah is named, including information that she is betrothed to a Marco de Mereloit. The compliment of her outfit draws a smile as she smooths a hand over the dress worn, a combination of D'Angeline and Bhodistan fashion, the red dress decorated with embroidered dragons about the hem. "Thank you."

—-

"A glass of wine?", asks Belmont, and in leaning forward, presents a glass to the young lady with the cane, seated as she is. "Belmont Eresse Delaunay, at your service." The lord seems to be in his mid-twenties, a charming smile adorns his handsome features — and he wears the colors and crest of House Delaunay. "You look like you have recently arrived to the city." Another way to say, he cannot recall having met her before.

—-

Philomène directs her gaze squarely at the Duchesse, muscle in her cheek tightening for a moment. "I have never," she responds in a somewhat clipped tone, "needed a cane. If I can't get by on what I have left, then I clearly need to work harder. Your grace." That last added as an afterthought before she takes a breath, exhales, and her shoulders lower a little. "But in answer to the question I think you were asking, I was injured when I was twenty three. Twenty four by the time I was upright again. I would doubt, however, that the young lady there has followed my example. I'd lay money on a fall from a horse, perhaps? Or a childhood injury. Or both. Two silver coins says it's a horse, will you match me?" she adds more quietly, contemplating Arabelle thoughtfully.

—-

Aidan grins and shakes his head, "How can I blame them? Your Salon is very worthy of being a weakness. I mean you're able to make my muscles just melt into puddles." As they walk over towards Belmont and company he offers them a bow of his head.

—-

Arabelle pays comeplete attention as all of the people rpesent are named, trying her best to make the spoken name stick to the face pointed out by the Princess. "Philomene. Bel..Belmont. Farah. Aimee. A..Aidan. W..wait..where is Mar..Marco?" She realizes that his face is not among the crowd. It is then that Belmont approaches with wine glass in hand, snapping her out of the "Who's who" of the room. "Oh. Tha..thank you." The wine is taken and a small sip had. "Flora hints. It..it..um..is g..good." The wine goes to rest on her lap as she inclines her head in greeting now. "It is a pl..pleasure to meet you Lord Del…del..Delaunay. Arabelle d'Eresse. We..we could be..rel..rel.related. Yet, please do..do not ask me how." A polite smile is given. "I did just a..a..arrive here. A few days ago. It's a big ci..city. You may have kno..known my father…Henri? Per..perhaps not."

—-

Rajiya will go over any names that Arabelle might need repeated, "Oh, he is not here as of yet." She replies when asked about Marco. When Belmont returns, to present the young lady with a glass of wine, she smiles and may step back slightly, if only to check once more on the guests, making note of any others that might be unknown to her, prepared to greet them while Drake is otherwise occupied by talks with his friends.

—-

"Arabelle d'Eresse?" Belmont repeats the name, but from the way he says it, one could assume that he does not recall it. "I remember having met one Angelique d'Eresse once, last May or June, I believe. A very young cousin of sorts. Henri? I believe, this was her uncle. Or must have been. I am the youngest son of Jean-Luc, Baron of Beaucare. My older brother Gauge is in charge of the barony now. Please, Lady Arabelle. Have another sip," he encourages her gently while sipping from his own glass. A sweeping glance alerts him to Aimée and Aidan approaching, as well as he notes how Rajiya steps away from them. He remains standing for now, not minding the view as he glances down at Arabelle. "How do you like Marsilikos so far?"

—-

There is a soft roll of her eyes, a hint of regret flashing in Armandine's expression for a moment. "Forgive me," the duchesse intones at a low volume. "I only noticed the limp, but not the lack of cane. You are either truly valiant or impressively stubborn for going about without one. Probably both." Her features warm in a smile. "I am impressed. And… astonished." Leaving the topic rest might perhaps be the best option here. "A ducat, that it is something else," Armandine counters, if only to humor the Camaeline-born lady. "But then again… Horses tend to cause such injuries. I am shocked though, to hear any such accusation from a member of House Chalasse. You l'Agnacites are said to be so fond of animals in general." Is she teasing? Most probably.

—-

"If you would excuse me a moment," Aimée interrupts, looking at Belmont and Arabelle. "I… I just thought I would complete the introductions. Viscomte, may I present Lord Aidan Delauney. Aidan, this is Lord Belmont d'Eresse Delauney." she pauses for a moment then adds, "Aida has been whinging about his lack of family connections in Marsilikos at present, so I have bene trying find as many as I can."

—-

Rajiya listens to the introductions that come when Aimee arrives with Aidan in tow. While she might have stepped slightly aside, she did not go overly far. Approached by one of the servants, she does have a quick conversation about something being served on the buffet, "Yes, that's fine. It does not need to be warmed to eat, no." With that, the servant heads off, leaving the princess to sip her wine.

—-

"Lord Aidan.", Belmont greets the man with a smile, not without shooting Aimée an appreciative glance before. "I am merely a Delaunay by marriage. Husband to Lady Gabrielle." And said Gabrielle being heiress to the Comtesse Delaunay. "But a d'Eresse by birth." Some of what he explained to Arabelle may have reached the ears of Aimée and Aidan as well, so he leaves it at that. To Arabelle he turns then and introduces, "This is Aimée Rousse nó Coquelicot, a cousin to Lord Drake who has followed Naamah's calling." His gazes brushes Rajiya, and Belmont smiles, should their eyes meet. "Our hosts have arranged a wonderful fete, have they not? The wine is delightful."

—-

Philomène half smiles, leaning forward a little to watch Arabelle keenly, only speaking aside to Armandine. "Oh, I assure you I'm very fond of horses, and I would imagine that if one has seen fit to throw her then it likely had good reason. Horses are, on the whole, far more reliable than people. I'd trust a mare over a young lord any day of the week. Two of my coins to a ducat it is, then," she adds, raising her voice and one hand a little to attract Arabelle's attention. "Excuse me, young lady? Might you be so good as to answer an argument for us? If you'll excuse my impertinence, I note you carry a cane. Might you be prepared to settle for us the reason for this? A childhood injury or..?"

—-

Aidan chuckles and shakes his head some, "I've been doing no such… Okay maybe a bit. A pleasure to meet you my lord Belmont." He offers the princess a bow of his head, "And I would assume you would be her highness the lady of honor for tonight?"

—-

Arabella takes another sip of the wine as suggested. However, it would be noticed that it is a very small sip. "I..I drink slow. You don..don't want to see me dr..drunk. Walking gets har..har..harder and I talk much wor..worse if you can i..i.imagine." She rests the wine on her lap, looking to Belmont. "Angelique. Yes..my..my.cousin. So fam..family stuff there. Long…st..story and if I talked ab..about it, we would be h..h..here til morning. As for Mar..Marsilikos, I must be hon..hon..honest. I ha..have not seen much. My T..townhouse and around it." It is then that she drops a small hint of the other conversation going on. "It is…far to wa..walk. I don't r..r..ride horses."

—-

As Aimee and Aidan approach she inclines her head and allows for the introduction to Belmont to happen without interruption, however a smile is given to the two. As Philomene calles out, her eyes go wide for a moment, having obviously been caught off guard. She makes no real effort to stand, but does give her full attention to the woman. "I do..do not wish to m..m..make someone lose y..your argument, but…yes. Word of ad..ad..advice you may al..al..already know. Don't ride a h..hor..horse. in a thunder s..s..storm. You end up…l…l..like this." She shrugs lightly and offers a smile. "Who..w..won?"

SHe then looks over to Rajiya. "Wh…when is the..the..w..w..wedding?"

—-

"Indeed," Aimée agrees before looking at her own barely touched glass of wine as though remembering it is there for the first time since she picked it up. she lifts it to her lkips and takes a sip, eyes watching Arabella and Philomene as they discuss the injury. Her blue eyes do flick for a moment down towards Arabella's leg as she considers it.

—-

Rajiya smiles to Belmont, "I am glad you are enjoying your evening so far." That said, she then turns to Aidan, stepping forwards to offer her hand to Aidan, "Princess Rajiya Jadeja. It is a pleasure to meet yet another." Before she says more, she looks to Philomene as the woman calls out to Arabelle, perhaps showing a moment of surprise that she would ask such a personal question of the young woman in such a way. One can see the princess is more than ready to say something if Arabelle does not wish to answer, or seems upset over the question in any way. Clearning her throat, she turns back, "The wedding will be later closer to summer."

—-

"You are not…?" The words die on Armandine's lips, as she watches and hears Philomène address the question so bluntly to the young Arabelle. The duchesse turns her head and gives the young woman a long look. "Please, my lady. I hope you don't mind the forward curiosity of Lady Philomène here. With that said. Well. It has to be admitted. Lady Philomène had the right of it." She gives Arabelle an attentive look, and tempers the slightly awkward situation with one of her warm smiles. "I shall look forward to you visiting me at the palace, as I am certain business has brought you here to Marsilikos."

—-

The situation feels certainly odd, and Belmont cannot help but glance towards Philomène with a certain expression of astonishment in his otherwise so charming demeanor. His attention is on Arabelle then, and her reply prompts him to shoot Aimée a glance. Perhaps prompted through his knowledge of her calling. "Ah… weddings,", he is quick to pick up the topic of conversation Rajiya tossed into the group, "I am certain all nobility will be invited? Would you attend a wedding, my lady?", he asks Arabelle.

—-

Aidan accepts Rajiya's hand before releasing it, "A pleasure your highness." He looks back over at Belmont and nods, "I guess that would make you what my nephew in law?"

—-

"If the Comtesse Delaunay is your cousin, then I suppose, Lady Gabrielle is a far removed niece of yours, yes," Belmont agrees with Aidan. "And me a nephew-in-law, if such an expression exists.

—-

"Well wasn't the last of your relatives I met also a nephew? About our age too?" Aimée asks Aidan, her head shaking, "Your father was clearly rather… prodigous in his familial pursuits." The teases is gente, and the affection she has for aidan clear. "Now, if you will pease excuse me, I think I should be calling it a night."

—-

She could sense the reaction to everyone around her when she is asked the question. The truth was, she had accepted it long ago and was used to be asked; usually by small children and senile old men. The smile shes shows them all is one as if to say "Thank you". Her eyes to linger on Philomene a moment watching her to see if her answer was satisfying enough before replying to the other questions asked of her. Her glance turns slowly from Philomene to Armandine. "Yes Your..Gr..Grace. It..it is my h…hope that I can fur…further my family's vinyard here in..in..the city. I..I want Rhone Va..va..Valley Vineyards wine to b..b..be all over the…the..city. I look for..forward to vistiing you at the p..p..palace." A polite smile is given as she moves to sip the wone once more. Her eyes then sliding to Belmont. "I like w..w..weddings. I would look for..forward to going. I am sure Her High..high…highness' dress will be st…stun…pretty." Another look is given the Princess. "Every li..little girl wants to be a p..princess."

Slowly she looks back to Philomene, silent a moment and then venturing with a slight grin. "And you? I ha..have a b..bet with…myself. Did a hor..horse toss you too?" She is not as timid as may be perceived."

—-

Aidan hmmms and nods, "I think so. I always get lost with all the relatives. But the Comtesse de Delaunay is my much older sister. Not cousin. My father had lots of wives and consorts my lord it's easy to get confused on who's cousin and who's sibling."

—-

Philomène inclines her head as she gets an answer, lifting her cup close to her lips as she murmurs aside to Armandine, "And now, perhaps, the poor girl won't have to spend the next eight or nine weeks explaining herself to every curious person she meets. That should save her several hours of her time, if nothing else." As she's addressed by Arabelle, however, a slow smile forms and she fixes a steady gaze on the younger woman. "That seems a fair turnabout," she acknowledges louder with another slight nod. "No, my lady, not a horse. An unfortunate incident in the mountains with an axe, which the Skaldian wielding it, one might presume, has now come to regret. Or would have done, had he lived."

—-

Rajiya takes in a soft breath as it seems that Arabelle does not mind the question, and in fact, turns it about to get the information from Philomene about her own injury. The answer does seem to leave the princess somewhat surprised, and likely full of further questions that she does not ask this evening. The smile returns, and to Arabelle, she does offer, "I believe that every young woman is a princess on the day she marries.." As for the her lack of riding, the princess softly chuckles, "Drake would say it is ashame you are not in Bhodistan, and able to be carried about on an elephant then." Nevermind how Arabelle would get up there!

—-

Belmont nods his head to Aidan. "Well then, that will make you an even closer relation to Gabrielle, and through her, to me." He rolls his eyes a little when Aidan mentions the numerous wives and consorts of his father, and that look he gives Aidan betrays for a moment a young lord's awareness of a lapse, of being caught in a moment of not knowing such vital details such as the names of siblings from the Head of House Delaunay. "Well then… Perhaps we should do some sparring one of these days," he suggests, as changing the topic seems like the best thing to do. "Outside of the city, there are the tourney grounds. That is, of you are any good with the blade." His gaze flicks to Arabelle and he smiles. "I am certain then, that our paths shall cross again, at the wedding, and very possibly even before that." But it is Philomène's counter that sort of cuts his pleasantries short and leaves the Delaunay for a moment speechless. "There are other means of transportation," he quickly offers, to Rajiya's suggestion of elephants. "Such as carriages. Right, my lady?" This said towards Arabelle.

—-

"I do believe every word you say," Armandine remarks towards Philomène with a grave nod. "A true feat of Camaeline bravery, which has to be admired. But let us not forget the purpose of this gathering. Prices have been paid to get us where we are today. And while some of Bhodistan's treasures are far away and unlikely ever to set foot on Terre d'Ange, such as these famed elephants, Lord Drake Rousse here has managed to secure himself a very special treasure." Not averse to exploring the heavily used metaphors of love, Armandine smiles. "It is to them that we offer our good wishes today. Let us raise our glasses to drink to their future happiness!"

—-

The reply from Philomene visibly catches Arabelle of guard. Visibly, a hand actually going ot her mouth in suprise. It is Philomene that gets the reply first. "An axe. A Sk..Skaldi. It has all the ma..making of a won..wonderous tale. I..I..be..believe it. I..just..I need to m..make up a better st…story about me. You slay bar..bar..barbarians. I fa..fall of a horse." A sip of wine is taken as she smiles over to Rajiya. "I sup..suppose every li..little girl feels like a pr..princess on their wed..wed..wedding day. Perhaps someday I will as w..w…well." The mention of elephants ilicits a reply as well. "Are they..sa..safer than horses? Tho, to ride an ele..ele..elephant would be an ad..adventure. Maybe someday. Get me…dr…drunk. Throw me up th..there." A reply is no given to Belmont, once again her eyes shifting from person to person. "Are you…off..offering a ca…ca…carriage? I might l…like to see the city. " Upon hearing the call for the toast she raises her glass. "To Hap..happiness."

—-

Aidan chuckles and nods, "Not a worry my lord. And we should definately do some sparring. I'd actually been called back here to serve as a blade for the Delaunays. I could use some practice with my blade before the tournaments."

—-

Rajiya blushes quite enchantingly at the toast, her glass to be raised in answer, "To happiness." Of course, her dark eyes are looking for Drake, to exchange a look with the young Vicomte before taking a sip of wine. Turning back ot the conversation, she chuckles quietly, "If there was an easy way to get one here, I would. I do miss mine that I rode often.." A sigh is given, though at mention of carriages, there is a nod, "Of course. Or even a litter?" She looks to the others to see ifthat is even an option here or not. It might be another way those in Bhodistan get around within the city when an elephant is too big!

—-

Philomène grips the arm of her chair, pulling herself once again to her feet, face with its exquisite sharp bone structure frozen in that studied neutral expression as she rises before she offers a sardonic smile. "Ah no, I don't slay barbarians any more. I merely raise pigs and see to wheat, which I would argue is in general more use to the country as a whole." At the toast, she lifts her wine but adds no pithy comment of her own for once, before knocking it back and offering quietly, "I apologise, your grace, Lord Drake, Princess Rajiya. Thank you for your kind hospitality, but I shall have to continue to drink to your health later. If you'll excuse me." Appropriate nods are given, more deeply for a notable very few, before she's limping her way, straight backed and proud, towards the exit.

—-

There is a moment of contemplation on the face of Arabelle before she to slowly reaches for her cane and slowly rises from the chair, setting the wine glass on table. A proper curtsey is given to all those still in attendance. Her words spoken in general. "Thank you all. It..it has been a won..wonderful evening. Beyond my..ex..ex..expectations. Not that I expected some..something less. Congra..congratulations again Your Highness. He is a l..l..lucky man. Lord Delaunay, tha..thank you for the w..wine. Good choice. I do ho..hope we can sp..speak again." She then looks to Aidan. "I do ho..hope we can ta..talk sometime more." And with that she starts to make her way towards the exit, that light tapping heard once again.

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