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As you approach the house of Lord and Lady Naralsil you'll notice that it's one of the larger houses in the city. Candles light all of the windows on the front of the house, casting a soft glow across the front gardens. A staff stands ready at the front door to take care of carriages and horses as well as to escort the guests into the house. As you enter the house the first thing you'll notice is the huge glass chandelier that hangs from the center of the ceiling down to the first floor. It is an elaborate maze of glass and light that causes a rainbow of colors to reflect all around the room. It's the talk of the city as the Naralsils have recently purchased it and this is the first party that they have been able to show it off. You'll notice that most of the room's occupants are talking about and looking at it. Off to the left there is a small area set up for the musicians, who are currently playing a soft undertone of music. There are chairs set up all around the main room and guests dancing occupy the center. To the right there is a staircase that hugs the wall up to the second floor. The balcony of the second floor overlooks the first, and there are groups of guests admiring artwork on display there. The stairs continue up to the third and forth floors that can be seen from the first but the stairway is blocked so you can not go past the second floor. Just past the musicians there is a large doorway, which leads back to the buffet tables and smaller tables with chairs for sitting and eating. The food is light and there is a variety from not only Marsember but from the guest of honor's hometown as well. Men and women dressed in black and white mingle throughout the guests with trays of different kinds of drinks. Lord and Lady Naralsil can be seen near the stairway exchanging pleasantries with some of their more esteemed guests. Lady Naralsil is wearing a midnight blue gown with gold trim. Her husband is dressed to match. * Taliesin lingers near the punch bowl, chatting with a young woman in a dark rose gown. He is clad mainly in dark blue, save for a pale yellow embroidered vest and the cravat, which matches. His shoulder length blonde hair is pulled behind him with a satin ribbon and he looks fashionably bored. <Meghan> Meghan steps into the house and smiles thanks to the young man who escorted her. She is dressed in the red dress that Jaret gave her for Midwinter. It has gold trim and just brushes the tips of her toes. Her hair is done up and she's wearing a simple silver necklace. She has a dark blue fur lined cloak which she gives up at the door. Her cheeks are flush from the cold and her eyes sparkle as she looks around the grand room. * Temire enters on Ilarion's arm, the attendants at the door taking her fur lined cloak to reveal a black velvet overdress with a conservative white blouse and turquoise silk skirt underneath. The shape of the dress implies the presence of petticoats though none are evident as the skirt and dress brush the ground. * Ilarion strolls in wearing black trousers tucked into knee-high polished leather boots, a black high collared shirt, and a dark green coat and vest that match the shade of Temire's gown. * Jaret strolls in through the door, handing his invitation off to the staff at the gate and his thick woolen cloak off to the servant at the door. He is attired in a dark grey doublet and breeches with winter white slashes. His hair is pulled into its usual queue, tied off with a vivid scarlet ribbon. Both of his middle fingers sport elegant gold rings that have sapphires in them that match his eyes. * Jaret grins as he enters. "Good evening, Meghan. I'm glad to see you found an occasion to wear the dress to. You look wonderful." <Temire> ::Temire's hair is tied up in a bun, leaving her neck exposed, the single white trailing down the side of her face. * Meghan smiles to Jaret "Thank you. I have a friend who has wonderful taste in dresses." She smirks. "You are looking dashing as usual." * Jaret looks down, "What, this? You're quite charitable, but thank you." He looks around. "Have you been here before?" * Taliesin finishes his glass of punch and heads back to the receiving line where he schools his features into a pleasant, and yet not overly friendly, smile, greeting guests. * Deanna enters on the arms of a middle-aged gentleman with the appearance and manner of a political appointee. She is wearing a red overdress cut with a long v down the front to reveal the low cut dress of green velvet underneath. In addition she wears a necklace of hinged gold crescents alternating with bright rubies. * Meghan shakes her head and glances around. "No never." Her gaze reaches Trey and her smile turns amused. "I have made friends with the guest of honor in the past few weeks and he invited me." * Kevil sits amongst a bank of musicians, watching the comings and goings of the dancers. He is dressed in fine but unobtrusive clothing, mostly in shades of black and charcoal. His hair is tied neatly back from his face, and his dark eyes sparkle as he accompanies the musicians on a simple air. * Taliesin bows low over the hand of the Viscount's lady that he has just been introduced to, catches Meghan from the corner of his eye, and winks surreptitiously at her while pretending to bestow a kiss to the lady's knuckles. * Tarri enters on the arm of Sir Niall Alder, the third son of a minor lord. She is wearing a gown of yellow silk, cut to show her slender figure to perfection. White gloves cover her hands and arms to the elbow. A green ribbon, precisely the color of her eyes, is threaded through her short blonde hair. Around her throat is a short rope of milky pearls. She is pressed rather close to Sir Alder's side, presumably as protection from the chill evening air. * Meghan turns and smiles to Temire and Roni. "Good evening Mira, Roni. You both look wonderful tonight." * Jaret looks over at Taliesin. "Oh, really? He seems a good enough fellow. Good for you, then. I thought I'd show up for a while, and then dash away under mysterious pretenses, returning later in the evening possibly, refusing to say a word about where I've been. It does wonders for gossip." <Ilarion> ::smiles:: And you, Lady Meghan, as well. ::he bows from the neck:: * Temire smiles at Meghan, "Good evening Meghan. How are you doing this evening?" * Temire giggles, "Do you really need help generating gossip Jaret?" * Meghan smirks to Jaret and gives a bit of a wave to Tarri. * Jaret grins and winks at Temire. "Of course I do, Temire. You don't think it happens by itself, do you?" * Temire giggles again, "I suppose not. Though having known you for a few years now, I do think you get into an inordinate amount of trouble without any help from anyone." <Jaret> Ah... trouble and gossip are two very different things, although they can each cause the other. Currently, I'm only seeking the latter, but the former is always a possibility. * Meghan places her hand on Jaret's arm lightly as she winks at Mira. "I do think someone pays him to do it. That's why he's so good." * Ilarion smiles a bit stiffly at Jaret. "Lord Malkier, pleasure to see you again." * Tarri smiles and waves to Meghan, though she politely follows Sir Alder to greet Lord and Lady Naralsil, and then join the receiving line. * Temire smiles and waves discreetly at Tarri, clearly resisting the impulse to rush over and greet her. <Ilarion> ::touching Temire's arm:: My dear, shall we greet our hosts? There's a bit of a draft coming in from the door, here. <Meghan> Well I should go say hello to Trey. ::she smiles to the small group and heads for the receiving line:: * Temire smiles, "Certainly Roni." Takes Roni's arm once more and lets him lead her over to the receiving line. * Jaret watches Temire and Ilarion proceed away, smiling, and then heads for the stairs. Once he reaches the second floor, he begins viewing the art on display. * Taliesin smiles with more obvious pleasure at seeing Meghan take her place in the tedious reception lines. * Meghan slowly makes her way through the line, nodding and smiling to the people there. Her gaze wanders the room as the line movement slows and she spots Kevil, giving him a bit of a grin. * Kevil winks and smiles as Meghan catches his eye. * Meghan turns back and smiles to Trey as the woman ahead of her moves on. She offers him her hand and a warm smile. * Taliesin takes Meghan's hand to greet her, turning it over to place his kiss on the inside of her wrist. "My dear Meg, you are looking more beautiful than I could possibly imagine. And yet, my eye still bedazzled by your radiance, I must remain in this lovely little formality a moment longer, but I pray you will grant me at least one dance?" * Meghan smirks and lightly touches his cheek. "Maybe even two." She winks at him and moves on. * Deanna follows her escort through the receiving line until they reach Taliesin at which point her escort nearly falls over himself in his introductions, "Lord Taliesin, it's an honor to finally make your acquaintance. I'm Judge Ossian of the lower courts and a close advisor to Lord Ildool." Gestures in an off-hand manner to Deanna, "May I introduce you to Deanna..." <Taliesin> ::watching her as she heads into the main ballroom, he nearly misses his cue:: Oh, my Lord Ildool, an honor to meet you. My host has spoken many fine words about your abilities. And Lady Deanna, a pleasure... <Deanna> Storn. ::Deanna supplies as Ossian clearly can't remember. Deanna curtseys to Taliesin. * Deanna smiles at Taliesin's reaction and shoos Ossian away as he tries to correct Taliesin, "Ossian, I want to dance. You can discuss business with him after he's finished these formalities." * Meghan heads off to the side of the room as she is finished shaking hands and saying hello. She reaches for a glass of wine as a tray passes and sips it. <Tarri> ::Greetings over, Tarri and Sir Alder take a turn through the open areas, admiring the great chandelier and proceeding upstairs to examine the paintings and sculptures on display.:: * Ilarion finally makes it through the line. "Lord Aldril... Professor Quilisian at your service. And my beloved, Temire." * Temire curtsies, "An honor your lordship." <Taliesin> ::raising one eyebrow:: Professor? Oh, yes... from the Academy, I remember hearing the name... ::takes Temire's hand and kisses her knuckles:: And a very lovely beloved you have, here, sir. Perhaps I might steal her, for a waltz. With her permission, of course? * Jaret descends from the upper floor now that the receiving line has dwindled to a more reasonable length. * Meghan nods to a couple that she knows from their contributions to the orphanage. She chats with them for a few moments about the state of the house and the children. * Temire blushes faintly, glancing between Taliesin and Roni, not quite sure how to respond. * Ilarion shrugs one shoulder. "If she will consent, I see no reason you should not." * Temire blushes more, seeming to have trouble meeting either man's eyes, "I... I would be honored." * Taliesin allows himself a tiny smirk at Temire's discomfiture. "And the end at last is in sight." He looks down at the few remaining guests he is required to make nice with. * Tarri and Sir Alder descend the stair again, and Tarri tugs him toward Meghan. "Meghan! You look wonderful!" * Ilarion steers Temire off toward the punch bowl. As soon as they are out of earshot, "He could give your Master Jaret a run for his money..." * Deanna has pulled Ossian onto the dance floor, a place where he is clearly uncomfortable. * Meghan smiles to Tarri and reaches to give the girl a bit of a hug. "As do you Tarri." She smiles warmly to the couple. * Taliesin exchanges a few more polite greetings, and is actually *exceptionally* polite to the Dowager Countess Rhenyall, a politeness almost certainly influenced by her enormous estate. * Temire giggles, "That's certainly the impression he gives." * Jaret arrives at the receivers after the Countess. "Lord Aldril, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Jaret Malkier. Thank you very much for the invitation, the house and all inside look wonderful." <Ilarion> ::looking around:: Oh, Tarri's here... shall we? ::gets two glasses of punch and hands one off to Temire:: * Temire takes the glass and Roni's arm as they head towards Tarri and company. <Taliesin> ::bowing from the neck:: I'm so glad you could make it to our showy little affair... and as it seems you are the last of this line, and so I am doubly glad for your appearance. I've heard a bit about you from my host, and quite a lot more about you from the various tailors in the area... ::he grins in a friendly manner:: * Tarri greets Temire with a warm smile. "I'm so glad to see you, Mira! You look so lovely!" She flashes a smile at Ilarion, too. "You're looking well, too. Do you like teaching?" * Jaret laughs. "It appears you are on your way to being a valued customer as well! I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other, so I shan't keep you any longer." <Deanna> ::As the current dance ends Deanna has managed to position herself and Ossian near the stairs, and manages to convince him to look at the art on the second floor rather than go and suck up to Taliesin.:: * Taliesin nods. "Thank you, Master Malkier... There was a quite handsome young lady with whom I have a pressing desire to dance." He heads across the floor to where Meghan lingers. * Temire smiles and impulsively hugs Tarri, "You look wonderful Tarri. I'm glad you could make it. How are things with Master Bran?" <Tarri> Oh, wonderful! I'm learning so much! * Ilarion leans over and briefly kisses Tarri's cheek in greeting as soon as Temire has released her. "It's good to see you again, Tarri..." * Meghan stands back a bit and listens to the conversation. <Temire> So how long do you think it will be before you're finished? * Taliesin approaches Meghan. "Good evening again. Now that the tedious formalities are over - there is nothing more boring than trying to remember the names of three dozen assorted nobles and their ladies - would you care to honor me with your hand for this next dance?" * Meghan smiles to Trey and nods, leaving her empty glass on the next tray that passes. She turns to him. "I would be honored M'Lord." She winks and takes his hand. <Tarri> ::laughs:: Oh, years, I would think. There's so much I don't know! But I'm already helping quite a bit... ::she flushes self-consciously, then takes Sir Alder's arm, pulling him forward a bit to perform introductions:: * Taliesin sweeps Meghan grandly onto the dance floor, clasping one hand in his, and resting the other on her waist as he leads her through the figure. * Ilarion makes polite conversation with Sir Alder. * Meghan dances around the room with Trey, quite enjoying herself. <Taliesin> ::gazing down at her:: And so, my dear Meg, are you enjoying this little soiree? I do enjoy a dance once in a while... * Jaret prowls the periphery, joining small conversations here and there for a few moments before moving on to the next small pool of partygoers, seeing and being seen. <Meghan> ::grins:: It's been so long since I have gotten out for fun. I am quite enjoying myself. * Kevil watches Meghan and Taliesin dance, measuring the young man appraisingly as they chat. <Taliesin> ::sniffs disdainfully:: I'll pretend that you meant the few days since our dinner together have been more like months, and not at all that you were not enjoying yourself. ::grins at her:: <Meghan> ::chuckles:: I was mostly thinking of before you made your presence known here in Marsember. <Tarri> ::smiling up at Ilarion:: And how's Ilya? <Taliesin> Ah, well, in that case, my dear Meg, you are totally forgiven for having slighted my feelings, and I should say in return that I have honestly not enjoyed myself more than in these few weeks I have been here in Marsember, mostly due to your willingness to spend time with someone as boorish as myself. * Deanna returns down the stairs alone and quickly makes her way towards Jaret, "Jaret, do you think you could be a gentleman and take me for a turn around the dance floor?" <Ilarion> ::smiles:: Ilya is doing quite well. She's looking forward to her birthday with the sort of avarice only a soon-to-be nine-year-old can do. <Tarri> ::laughs:: I think I remember... Is she already almost nine? * Jaret grins at Deanna. "Of course, Deanna. When I saw you enter I hoped I would have the pleasure of your company on the dance floor." He holds his arm out for her and escorts her onto the dance floor. <Ilarion> ::nods:: So she reminds me, every other minute and a half, or so. <Tarri> ::giggles:: What do you have planned for her? <Meghan> You are not at all boorish ::She grins:: Not one moment that I have been with you have I been bored. * Deanna smiles brightly, "If I'd known that you'd be coming unaccompanied I'd have snatched you up for myself Jaret. As it is I'll settle for knowing that for at least one dance my partner won't step on my toes." <Ilarion> A small get-together, really... family and a few friends. ::rolls his eyes:: I can't hope to compete with her mother's wealth or the sorts of ridiculous affairs she persists in throwing when Ilya is in Sembia, so, rather than fall short, I thought I'd try and give her memories, instead of money. ::grins:: <Tarri> I'm sure she'll appreciate it... Later, if not precisely in the throes of pre-adolescent avarice. ::grins:: <Jaret> Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Well, perhaps, but it would be one of those horrible nightmares where you're wearing fuschia and discussing macrame while... it's too awful, I won't continue. * Temire pats Roni's arm, "Trust me Roni, she appreciates it. She may not show it that well, but she does appreciate it." * Deanna giggles, throwing her head back in merriment as they turn through the dance, "That's it. Next time there's a big party I'm going to find out if Lini's in town or not." <Ilarion> She's a good girl... most of the time... ::rolls his eyes:: Although I suppose all parents must have some trials... what else gives them grey hairs? * Temire giggles, "Have you been dying your hair without telling me Roni?" * Meghan looks over to Deanna and Jaret and grins. *Jaret chuckles under his breath. "I won't ask precisely how you plan on doing that. It'd spoil the fun." <Taliesin> You're kind to say so, my dear... ::turns her gracefully under the chandelier, admiring the pattern of light on her face:: And from you, I even detect a hint of sincerity... proof, my dear, that you are not unfortunate enough to be a member of the upper class... * Deanna grins, "Absolutely." <Tarri> ::laughs:: I'm sure you'd look charming with a little grey, Ilarion... <Meghan> ::she smirks:: I happen to know some very lovely upper class people. Present company included. <Ilarion> ::snorts:: I'm sure... but it can wait for a few more years, don't you think? <Tarri> ::pretends to consider Ilarion's hair very seriously for a moment:: Hmm... Well one or two years. ::she grins:: Just wait until she starts courting! <Taliesin> ::smiles:: Ah, but we're all such inane, ridiculous fellows, don't you think? Or at least, that's the impression I often get of my peers. * Temire smiles and kisses Roni's cheek, "Just so long as you don't start wearing wigs or combing your hair in strange ways to try to cover bald spots." <Ilarion> ::shudders:: May the gods preserve me... ::turning to Tarri:: Now, if you will excuse us, the young Lord Aldril promised to steal Temire from me, and so I must take *this* opportunity to dance with her. ::he winks:: <Meghan> ::chuckles and nods:: Sometimes, yes. But many of you have good hearts. <Tarri> ::laughs:: Oh, by all means! * Temire giggles, leaning lightly against Roni, "See you later Tarri. Have fun." <Taliesin> Or a guilty conscience... ::laughs:: * Meghan laughs and winks at him. * Jaret finishes the dance with Deanna and bows to her. "Thank you for the dance, Deanna. I will cherish the memory. But now..." A servant comes to Jaret, carrying an envelope with a wax seal. Jaret takes the envelope, breaks the seal, and scans the contents. "... something's come up, I must be going. I'll return later, if I'm able." He kisses her hand, whirls, and departs from the room. * Tarri glances up at Sir Alder as Ilarion and Temire depart, and he obediently offers his arm and leads her, as well, onto the dance floor. * Deanna smiles and watches Jaret depart before expertly lifting to glasses from a passing tray and with a sigh heading back up the stairs, "I really hope I don't need a rescue this evening." <Taliesin> ::the dance comes to an end and a second one begins:: Now, I pray you'll forgive me, but I must tromp around with several others, or they'll be both quite offended and set to gossip about us. ::he winks:: And while I'd not complain as to that gossip, I prefer to not give them a head start. *Meghan glances to the door as Jaret leaves and frowns slightly. * Meghan chuckles and nods. "Do try to have fun." <Taliesin> ::gives her a look of long suffering:: I shall do my best, my dear Meg. <Meghan> ::laughs:: I will be around when you need rescuing. * Taliesin consults his dance card and peers around the room, before heading off to make an obligatory tromp. * Meghan reaches for another glass of wine and sips it, glancing around. * Ilarion leads Temire through the dance. "You really do look wonderful, Mira..." * Temire lets Roni lead her around the dance floor, smiling contentedly, her movements speaking of a great deal of practice dancing with her partner. * Temire smiles up at Roni, "Thank you Roni. I still can't believe we've been together for so long. It always seems like a dream and that in the morning I'll wake up and have lost the most wonderful man I've ever known." * Kevil sets his lute down and stretches his fingers, then signals the leading musician that he is going to take a break. He wanders unobtrusively across the floor, winding up at Meghan's side. "You look lovely this evening, bright star." * Meghan turns a bit and smiles fondly to Kevil. "Thank you dear. The music is lovely." <Kevil> You have more to thank for the music than merely myself, d'va? Are you enjoying yourself? <Meghan> ::nods a bit:: It's a bit rich for me ::she glances around the room. Her eyes come to rest on Trey and she smiles:: But it's nice. So yes I am. <Deanna> ::On the second floor Deanna is amusing herself by trying to look like a more impressive arm ornament than the other women while Ossian trades "war" stories with some of his colleagues.:: <Kevil> ::following Meghan's gaze:: I was not aware you were acquainted with Lord Aldril... Have you known him long? <Ilarion> ::snorts:: I'm not wonderful, and you know it, my dear. But I thank you for the thought. ::whirls her behind a nice large potted plant to steal a kiss before sweeping back onto the dance floor:: <Meghan> Only a few weeks now. ::She looks back to Kevil:: We bumped into each other in the market and he took me to breakfast. <Temire> ::Temire's smile brightens, and she gets a slightly mischievous glint in her eyes:: If you can compliment me, then I can compliment you. ::looks at him with mock consternation:: And I rather enjoy it when you compliment me, so don't stop. <Kevil> How charming. ::he smiles:: Of course he could not resist your lovely smile. You seem, if you will forgive the observation, nearly as enchanted. <Ilarion> ::laughs:: I wouldn't dream of depriving you, then, my dear. * Meghan smiles slightly, looking back to Trey. "It's nice to be admired. I enjoy it when it happens." She looks to Kevil. "I am enjoying his company. But soon enough he'll be gone and life with resume as it was." <Ilarion> And we will both be content in the knowledge that you are really lying, and I am really not. ::he winks at her to show he is mostly joking:: <Kevil> ::brushes his fingers down Meghan's cheek, a hint of worry in his eyes:: Shall I play the big brother, and snarl at him for you? After some time with Loria's brother Kris, I have no doubt I could be quite convincing. * Temire laughs, "Careful Roni, I might decide that you're saying you have better taste than I do." She returns his wink, her face glowing with joy and contentment. <Ilarion> ::snickers:: You'll forgive me, I'm sure. I've certainly better *luck* than you've had, you getting stuck with me and all. But I'll not complain of it, either. * Meghan smiles and gives Kevil's hand a squeeze. "You are to sweet sometimes my dear Kevil." * Temire giggles, "You're impossible sometimes, you know that?" <Ilarion> ::nods:: Years of practice... <Kevil> ::smiles and bends to kiss Meghan's forehead:: In truth - be careful, bright star. I would be extremely upset if he were to mistreat you, d'va? * Meghan nods and touches his cheek lightly. "Thank you Kevil." * Temire giggles, "I'll remember that when Ilya starts courting and you're trying to convince her to like 'nice' young men." <Ilarion> ::a look of concern crosses her face:: Don't let's talk about that yet, shall we? * Kevil capture's Meghan's hand and kisses her fingers. "Alas, I must return to my station." He smiles and winks. "Enjoy your evening." * Meghan smiles and nods. * Kevil goes back to his seat with the musicians and picks up his lute. He concentrates for a moment as he re-enters the cascade of music, then his eyes go back to watching the dancers. * Taliesin dutifully waltzes with a simpering red-haired noblewoman who's hair clashes hideously with her off-orange silk dress. * Temire smiles and nods, "Alright. Do you want to see the paintings or shall we continue dancing? I'll warn you, I'll keep you here all evening if you let me." Her smile brightens as she gives her "warning". *Meghan turns her attention back to the dance floor and covers a giggle as she watches Trey * Tarri and her escort emerge, laughing, from behind another large plant (you'd think they were put on the dance floor for just such a purpose) and head for the refreshments table. <Ilarion> We can go admire some artwork, if you like... and give our host some time to steal you for his dance... I think I'll abscond with Tarri for that one, if you don't mind. I haven't had much chance to see her recently, with my work schedule. * Temire smiles, taking Roni's arm so he can escort her up the stairs, "I was going to suggest that you take Tarri for a turn. I've been worried about her. I'm glad to see she's out, though I am a little surprised it's not with San." * Ilarion grimaces slightly. "I was not planning to inquire about that, my dear." <Temire> No. And I'm not going to either. At least not tonight. I'm just saying that I worry about her sometimes and I'll feel better knowing that she spent a little time with someone who's concerned for her welfare. <Taliesin> ::not long after, Trey appears to claim his dance with Temire:: I assure you, Professor, I'll return her quite unharmed... I've managed not to trod on anyone's toes this evening. * Meghan wanders to the second floor and takes the time to admire the art. * Temire giggles as she lets Taliesin lead her back onto the dance floor, "Do you regularly have to keep track of the number of toes you step on Lord Aldril?" * Ilarion does not quite manage to restrain his eyebrow from quirking at Taliesin's overblown gallantry. "By all means, my Lord." He hands Temire over to the young lordling. <Taliesin> ::turns Temire gracefully in the figure:: But of course, Mistress Temire. It is perhaps a good thing that I can count higher than the sum of all my fingers and toes combined on some evenings." * Ilarion makes his way over to Tarri. "Since Mira's otherwise engaged this dance, Tarri, I was wondering if you'd spare a moment for an old friend?" * Temire giggles, "A useful talent indeed. So what brought you to Marsember?" <Tarri> Oh! ::she flashes Sir Alder a quick smile and hands him her punch cup:: I'd love to, thank you. <Taliesin> ::rolls his eyes extravagantly:: Escaping the wrath of my father, who is becoming rather insistent on my taking a bride. <Ilarion> And how have you been, recently, Tarri? ::he looks down at her, a friendly smile turning up the corners of his mouth:: * Deanna returns to the dance floor with an elderly gentleman who proves to be a much better dancer than Ossian, Deanna's dress a bright contrast to the subdued colors of his clothes. * Temire smiles, "I did something rather similar myself. Though I only fled as far a different part of Marsember. So are you planning on staying here until your father finds you, or until you find your own bride?" <Tarri> Oh, very well. Master Bran keeps me so busy! <Taliesin> ::laughs easily:: My father knows quite well where I am... it is only being so far away that he's been able to restrain himself from throwing crockery at my head. It was best for my head, and the crockery, that I take a bit of a vacation. <Ilarion> Well, I'm glad you're happy in your work. ::he grins:: I'm finding teaching to be quite... interesting. If a bit frustrating from time to time. * Temire giggles, "I can see that. So how did you meet Meghan?" <Tarri> ::laughs:: It was bound to be. But you look very happy, really. <Taliesin> ::looks up to the balcony where Meghan lingers and accidentally steps on Temire's toe:: She ran over me in the marketplace a few weeks ago. ::notices Temire's wince:: Oh, I am sorry... terribly clumsy of me, and I promised your gentleman that I'd take care of you. You won't tell, will you? ::gives her a look of mock-worry:: * Temire giggles, "I suppose I can forget it since I was the one who brought Meghan up. So what do you think of Abby?" * Meghan wanders to the railing and looks down onto the first floor, watching the dancers. <Ilarion> ::nods:: I think I'm still depriving Mira of the opportunity to go waving her sword around at random ogres in the country side, but aside from that, I'm rather content. <Taliesin> A darling child and I'm sure she'll grow to have much of her mother's beauty... she charms, even without intending. ::it is uncertain about whom he is speaking:: <Tarri> ::laughs:: I'm sure she'll get over it! ::she glances over at Temire, then smiles up at Ilarion:: By the way, you can tell her to stop looking at me as if I'm about to break. I'm fine, really. <Ilarion> ::grins:: I had no doubts, Tarri, that not much at all could keep your spirits low for long, but you know Mira... she's never quite content unless she feels she's championing someone. <Tarri> I know... It's sweet. I can only hope she doesn't decide to corner poor Niall and give him a talking-to. ::grins:: <Ilarion> ::snickers:: I hope he has a strong constitution... * Deanna helps her dance partner to a chair, then leaves him momentarily to fetch two glasses of punch, before sitting next to him, and seeming to have a companionable conversation. * Jaeger saunters in, pausing at the entrance to see (and be seen by) the assemblage. He wears a green-and-gold tunic trimmed in black velvet, and black hose show off fine, athletic legs. His dark brown hair is caught back in a black velvet ribbon. Grey eyes look out of a lean face, paying particular attention to the ladies in attendance this evening. <Tarri> ::shakes a finger scoldingly at Ilarion, though the effect is somewhat spoiled by a blush and a grin:: Behave... I haven't known him very long, really - only a few weeks. But he's been a perfect gentleman. * Deanna pauses in her conversation to watch Jaeger's entrance, then returns to her conversation. <Ilarion> Me? Behave? Surely you wouldn't want me to ruin my reputation... ::he winks at her:: * Meghan makes her way back down to the first floor and chats with another couple she knows. <Tarri> ::laughs:: Impossible man... <Ilarion> Mira says exactly the same thing. Usually in that same exasperated tone, too... * Jaeger offers Deanna a graceful half-bow and a small grin as she looks his way, snagging a glass of sparkling wine from a passing tray as he straightens and enters the room. <Tarri> Well, then, there must be something to it. <Ilarion> I'm woefully misunderstood. ::he laments, his eyes sparkling:: <Tarri> ::her eyes twinkle impishly:: Master Bran has a tonic for that... <Ilarion> A tonic for misunderstandings? He should be the richest man in Marsember... * Taliesin finishes the dance, bowing low to Temire. "Thank you for your tolerance, Mistress Temire. I hope I haven't maimed you terribly badly." <Tarri> ::giggles and curtseys as the dance ends:: Thank you for the dance, Professor. * Temire giggles as she curtsies, "Not at all M'Lord. Thank you for the honor of the dance. I hope your time in Marsember is pleasant." * Jaeger sips from his glass, moving closer to the dance floor as the music comes to a close, nodding greetings to acquaintances, beautiful women, and friends of his father's. <Ilarion> The honor was all mine... ::moves Tarri off the dance floor:: We'll just wait for Mira and your young man here, then? <Tarri> Certainly. ::Sir Alder comes over as they reach the edge of the floor, handing Tarri her punch. He nods cordially to Ilarion and compliments his dancing.:: * Temire rejoins Tarri and Roni, smiling brightly, "Well he seems like a nice fellow." * Taliesin makes a quick circle of the refreshments table, helping himself to a half-glass of punch. * Jaeger scans the room carefully from his new vantage point and drifts towards the stairs, slipping easily between chatting guests. <Ilarion> Is he? ::Ilarion raises one eyebrow:: * Temire shrugs, "Seems like it, but then, we both know I tend to have inflated opinions of people." Winks at Roni to show she's joking. * Meghan glances to Jaeger as he slips past her. She moves deeper into the room and leaves her empty glass on a tray. <Ilarion> A little of the popinjay, I thought... ::snickers:: But then, it takes one to know one. * Jaeger turns quickly on his heel as Meghan brushes by him, dropping his half-empty glass on the same tray and edging around her to bow deeply to her. "Jaeger, heir of Lord Stonecroft, in service to your every desire, my lady. May I know the name that goes with such a radiant face, and beg a dance of you?" * Meghan smiles and offers her hand. "Meghan Lore. It's a pleasure to meet you, and sure. I would love a dance." <Jaeger> The pleasure is... ::looking in her eyes as he raises her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently:: *entirely* mine, milady. <Tarri> ::Sir Alder waves to some friends across the room, and he and Tarri excuse themselves to go chat with them:: * Deanna leaves the elderly gentleman she was dancing with after being introduced to a few of his old acquaintances and begins wandering the edges of the dance floor. <Meghan> ::Meghan's eyes sparkle as she nods and walks to the dance floor with Jaeger.:: * Temire smiles and leans against Roni for a moment, "So what shall we do now that I've reclaimed you?" * Ilarion looks as if he's censored the first eight comments that came to mind. "Would you care to dance, or dine, my dear?" * Jaeger escorts Meghan to the floor, tucking her arm into his and then spinning her out into the swell of music with a swirl of skirts. * Taliesin looks over at Meghan dancing with Jaeger and sighs. He shakes his head once, briefly, and then turns to a tall, brunette woman in a powder blue gown. * Temire smiles knowingly, "Why don't we dine. It would be a shame to have the evening come to an early close because we're faint with hunger." <Ilarion> All right... ::he escorts her over to the long tables, filling a small plate with choice morsels:: * Meghan laughs as she spins with Jaeger, clearly enjoying herself. * Taliesin chats with the tall woman, watching Meghan over the rim of his punch glass. * Meghan catches Trey's glance and she winks to him. <Taliesin> ::without quite intending it, Trey looks a bit relieved before returning to his conversation with a bit more enthusiasm:: <Jaeger> ::his voice low as he maneuvers her skillfully across the floor, his arm close about her waist:: You must be new. I'm certain I would have noticed such exquisiteness previously. Did you come with our guest of honor this evening? If all the ladies of Waterdeep are so lovely, I'll have to make inquiries about a summer cottage on the sea... <Ilarion> ::smiles at Mira:: Well, Tarri's new young man seems quite polite, if a bit soft-spoken. * Temire smiles, "That's good. I can't really imagine Tarri with someone who wasn't soft-spoken." Temire's eyes keep wandering up to the chandelier and her expression clearly says that she's thinking about something. <Meghan> No, I live here in the city. I don't often get the opportunity to socialize. I happen to be an acquaintance of Lord Taliesin, and he invited me tonight. * Ilarion traces one finger down the line of Temire's neck. "Unlike you, who needs someone who'll dare speak back to you once in a while. You'd run roughshod over someone like Sir Alder." He grins at her. * Jaeger spins her deftly, gazing over her shoulder at the guest of honor for a moment. "Lord Taliesin has splendid taste in friends, then." * Meghan chuckles and nods. "Thank you." * Temire shivers at Roni's touch before returning her gaze to him and smiling, "So all those arguments we had where I threatened to break your arms were a good thing?" <Ilarion> ::grins:: Of course... as bad as I am now, I'd be insufferable if you just said "Yes, dear" to me. * Temire giggles, "I can't imagine myself saying that to anyone. Unless it was followed up by a swift kick to the shins." <Ilarion> No kicking, my dear... It's undignified in a dress... ::he takes a quick glance around and steals a kiss:: * Temire giggles, "I'll save it for later then. Though arguing with you has the advantage that we get to make up afterwards. I don't think it would work as well if I actually threw things at you." <Meghan> So what do you do, Lord Jaeger? <Ilarion> ::laughs:: If you really feel the need, Mira, I suppose I could learn to duck. * Temire giggles, "Not for a quite awhile now dear. And I'd probably have been even more put out if you had ducked." <Jaeger> Do? ::one corner of his mouth curls up in a sardonic smile, grey eyes twinkling:: You mean, aside from hang uselessly about my father's estates, living off the allowance he gives me and waiting for him to die? ::he grins wider to show he's joking:: I hunt, Lady Meghan. <Meghan> ::raises an eyebrow slightly:: I see, and what exactly do you hunt? <Jaeger> ::spinning her again, catching her against his body for a moment and letting go again:: Whatever prey catches my interest, I suppose. <Meghan> ::She nods:: Ahh <Ilarion> ::snickers:: It's bad for the china, at any rate... * Deanna is lead out onto the dance floor by another gentleman, her spirits clearly much improved since the beginning of the ball. * Temire giggles, "Well if you ever decide you don't like that pattern..." * Ilarion finishes off his plate of food. * Temire finishes her food as well, her eyes once more returning to the chandelier. <Ilarion> ::follows her gaze upward:: Worried about the light fixture, my dear? * Meghan smiles to Jaeger as the song ends and another begins. "Thank you very much Lord Jaeger. It was a lovely dance." <Temire> It reminds me of something... But I can't figure out what. * Jaeger bows over her hand again as the dance ends, brushing his lips against the back of her hand. "The dance was just a dance. You, my dear, are what made it lovely." * Ilarion leads Temire out onto the dance floor again. "The many stars in the heavens, as mirrored in your eyes?" He quirks his mouth, half-joking, half-serious. * Meghan flushes slightly and nods. * Temire smiles, "Careful dear. Putting me on such a high pedestal, how will you ever reach me?" <Ilarion> ::laughs:: I perfected my climbing skills on your trellis, if you recall... * Jaeger releases Meghan's hand with a show of reluctance, straightening again and watching until she disappears in the crowd before quickly scanning for another likely prospect. * Jaret walks back into the estate, his cloak in his hands, wrapped around something long and thin. He hands it to the staff at the door and returns to the main room, eyes flickering around the room, catching up on the evening. * Taliesin excuses himself from his conversation with the tall woman as Meghan is released into the press. * Temire giggles, "That you did." Temire sighs wistfully, "Those were great times." Smiles at Roni, "Not that I'd give up living with you and Ilya for anything." <Ilarion> ::his eyes twinkle:: Well, if you like, my dear, I'm sure I can arrange something... * Meghan turns slightly, her eyes searching the crowd. She spots Trey and smiles as he heads in her direction. * Temire smiles and steals a kiss, "I like pleasant surprises." * Jaret spots Meghan and walks to intercept her. "Meghan... I'm so sorry I had to leave the party earlier, before I took a turn with you on the dance floor? I hope there's at least a slim chance I could claim you for this time about?" * Meghan smiles. "I was going to be quite put out had you not returned. I would treasure a dance with you." * Jaeger materializes at the side of a shapely young lady a few steps after she leaves her partner's arm, before she's oriented herself to return to her mother, and charms a dance from her. * Taliesin presses his lips together for a moment. He then smiles and looks around the room for an eligible partner. <Jaret> Then let us wait no longer, fair lady. ::he holds his elbow out for Meghan's hand and escorts her onto the floor for the next dance:: * Meghan grins and takes Jaret's arm lightly. * Taliesin wanders over to the buffet tables where Tarri and Sir Alder are talking quietly. "Would it be too much trouble, Mistress Mandeil, to beg the honor of a quick turn on the floor? I seem to have run out of partners." He gives her a lopsided smile. * Meghan spins around the floor with Jaret. * Tarri looks startled, then smiles in return. "I would be honored, Lord Aldril." * Taliesin leads Tarri out to dance. * Jaret leads Meghan around the floor gracefully, deftly weaving among the other couples. "How has your night been, Meghan? You've been enjoying yourself, I trust? Feet not trod upon by an ungainly lout or anything?" <Meghan> I am having a wonderful time. ::She smiles brightly:: Almost everyone has been a great pleasure to dance and visit with. * Ilarion dances with Temire, looking around. "Well, Miss Meghan seems to be the bright light of the evening. All the moths have fluttered to her." He laughs shortly. <Deanna> ::As the dance ends a young man approaches Deanna and her partner and as the next dance begins Deanna continues around the dance floor with her new partner.:: * Jaret quirks an eyebrow, a grin twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Almost everyone? If there's a story in that you wouldn't mind sharing, I certainly wouldn't mind hearing it. It sounds... intriguing." * Taliesin looks down at Tarri with half-lidded eyes. "And how does this evening's entertainment find you, Mistress Mandeil?" * Temire smiles, "I'm glad to see she's doing well. I just wish that I could say the same for Michelle. It's depressing to think of her living in Ellesmere by herself. But then, what with her leaving once her ships finished..." * Meghan smirks. "Who am I to keep an intriguing story from you Lord Malkier." She grins and spins slightly so Jaret is facing Jaeger. "Jaeger Stonecroft, do you know him?" * Ilarion snorts. "I should think she was glad for the quiet... there were so *many* people living there for a time. It made sneaking about that much more difficult." <Tarri> ::shyly:: Very well, thank you, my lord. Everything is so beautiful... I hope you're enjoying Marsember. ::a hint of impish grin:: Or are you quite tired of that remark by now? <Jaret> Not precisely. I know *of* him, and some of his habits. His father is a rather distinguished member of Marsember society. <Taliesin> ::glancing across the room at Meghan:: Perhaps if I wasn't, I would be thoroughly bored with lying about it by now. But as it happens, I find the city to be in the possession of some very lovely scenery. * Temire grins, "But wasn't that part of the appeal of sneaking around? I mean, why sneak if there's no one there to catch you?" <Ilarion> ::laughs:: Well, there is that... * Tarri glances quickly over her shoulder and giggles as she spies Thank you Jaret." * Taliesin kisses Tarri's knuckles when leading her to the edge of the dance floor. "And now I must fly, lest she be intercepted once again. Thank you for the dance." * Jaret bows to Meghan. "You're welcome, Meghan Lore." * Tarri curtseys. "The honor was mine, my lord. Enjoy your dance." * Jaeger strolls out nonchalantly from behind the screen, melding into the crowd again as the music ends. His former partner appears around the other side a few moments later, tugging her bodice neat and smoothing her hair down with one hand. Her cheeks are somewhat flushed and there's a sparkle in her eyes as she makes her belated way back to her mother's company. <Deanna> ::As the music ends Deanna finds herself on the opposite side of the dance floor from Ossian, who appears to have noticed her absence and is coming to recover her. Glancing around hurriedly, Deanna approaches Jaeger:: May I have this dance my Lord? * Meghan turns as the music begins again and glances through the crowds. * Taliesin makes his way across to Meghan, lingering not at all. "Ah, there you are, my dear Meg... perhaps, if you're not otherwise engaged, I could claim my second dance from you?" <Temire> ::As the music ends Temire suddenly looks as if she's remembered something:: Roni, could we go and look at the paintings? ::Temire is scanning the crowd, obviously looking for someone. * Tarri returns to Sir Alder's company, whispering to him with a delighted twinkle in her eyes. Niall laughs at the conclusion of her tale, then gestures toward the dance floor. Tarri takes his arm and follows him out. * Jaeger bows over Deanna's hand and kisses the back of it, gazing up at her appreciatively. "I would be honored to share your company for however brief a moment, my lady." <Ilarion> Of course, my dear... ::he escorts her up to the second floor:: * Meghan smiles and holds a hand to Trey "I would be delighted Lord Taliesin." * Taliesin takes Meghan's hand and swirls her onto the dance floor. "I had feared you'd forgotten all about me, in your other conquests." * Deanna smiles and allows Jaeger to lead her out onto the dance floor, and into the flow of the next dance, seeming to quickly forget Ossian who's glowering by the punch bowl. * Kevil watches Meghan and Taliesin dance, his fingers working automatically as the music swells. * Temire asks Roni questions about the various paintings, but seems distracted by her on going search for someone. * Meghan grins. "You are not so easily forgotten." * Jaeger quirks his lips upwards. "Your date appears to be rather... slow of foot. Surprising, with such a quarry in his eye." <Taliesin> I'm delighted to hear it, my dear. It's terribly crushing to be so easily swept aside... * Deanna laughs, "He wanted an ornament to make himself look important. He's far more interested in gold and power than in a pretty face." <Meghan> ::Meghan's fingers brush his cheek before coming to rest on his shoulder:: I do not believe that would be possible. * Taliesin closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into her touch. "Possible, yes. I shall have to give thanks that is seems not to be the case, however." <Jaeger> ::chuckles:: Shame, that. The first two're easily enough acquired by the old. The last, though... that's game for those who still have the energy to keep up. ::smiles at her and twirls her under his arm:: * Deanna smiles brightly, throwing herself into the dance with extra passion, "I would agree wholeheartedly. So does a young lord know a way that a lady might escape the premises without the accompaniment of her escort?" Her eyes twinkle with mischief. * Jaret finishes a circumnavigation of the lower floor and ascends the staircase to the second floor, where he continues the perusal of the artwork he left off earlier. * Meghan swirls around with Trey. "I should be going after this dance." She looks slightly disappointed. <Jaeger> ::grins:: Several... tho' none I would be willing to part with that would involve leaving said lady *entirely* without escort. A gentleman has duties to his class, after all. * Temire sighs and leans her head on Roni's shoulder as she gives up her search. <Ilarion> ::patting Temire's shoulder:: Looking for someone, my dear? * Taliesin glances around. "I've made my obligatory rounds, my dear Meg, if you wish an escort home. If not, do let me send for my carriage for you? It's entirely too chilly for you to be walking home." * Deanna smiles as her hair flares out on a particularly enthusiastic twirl, "I never said anything about being unaccompanied, simply without the escort I arrived with." <Meghan> I would love an escort that is if you are sure that you'll not be missed. <Jaeger> Oh, well, then... ::twirls her back, encircling her back with his arm:: easily enough arranged. I arrived without making myself known to our hosts; I have no qualms about leaving the same way. * Temire nods, "I thought my sister might be here. I'm sure her husband received an invitation. I feel kind of ashamed for not thinking that she would be invited sooner. I could have made arrangements to meet her here. Or at least known that her reason for not attending was nothing to worry about." <Taliesin> Not nearly so much as I would miss you, being deprived of your company. Indeed, Meghan, I should be glad to accompany you to your domicile and see you safe and warm the entire way. <Tarri> ::Sir Alder whispers something into Tarri's ear. She laughs, blushing slightly, and nods. Not long after, he escorts her from the dance floor to say their farewells to the hostess, collect their cloaks, and leave.:: * Deanna smiles, her hand sliding down the length of Jaeger's arm, "At your discretion then my Lord." * Meghan chuckles and nods. "Sounds wonderful." <Ilarion> ::twitches his mouth:: We can give her an invitation to Ilya's birthday, if you'd like, my dear. She's a child of her own, now, and with Meghan's toddler, your niece would have some company. * Temire smiles, "It's a thought, though I wouldn't want to impose on Ilya's day. I could always do it the usual way. Walk up to their door and knock." * Taliesin summons a page to request his carriage. "Consider it done, Meg..." <Ilarion> ::laughs:: Ilya will be happy enough for another present, and set of people to fuss over her. * Meghan nods and as the song ends she moves to the door, wrapping her cloak around her once it's brought. <Jaeger> Ahh, my lady, you'll find I can be *terribly* discreet when I need to be. ::tucking her arm into his as they take a last turn off the dance floor and into the crowd, at the opposite end of the floor from Deanna's date. He smiles down at her and escorts her to the French doors at the back of the room, half-open to let out the heat, slipping out with her into the shadows:: * Temire giggles, "She's definitely Kauriss's daughter." * Taliesin takes Meghan's arm, and, ducking around his hosts with an apologetic smile, leads her out to his carriage. <Ilarion> ::looking around:; Well, have we been seen enough for this evening, my dear? It's getting late. * Meghan gives a quick wave to Kevil as she heads out with Trey. * Kevil watches Meghan leave with Taliesin, a look of concern lingering in his eyes as the last strains of the dance come to a close. * Temire smiles, "I would say so. Though I'm sorry we missed the last dance." Her eyes twinkle, "I promise I'll make it up to you." * Jaret finishes a glass of wine plucked from the tray of a passing waiter, decides he's been seen enough, heads down, collects his cloak, and exits the estate, thanking the hosts on his way out. * Ilarion winks. "Promises, promises..." With that particular thought brightening his expression, he escorts Temire out. |
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